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test
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[16 May 2007|01:09pm] |
Put your iTunes on shuffle
Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play (no cheating!)
Strike through the songs when someone guesses correctly.
You must say the band name & song name for it to count.
Don’t use the all knowing Google use your own brains.
1. I'm the one, I've been here for you all along, I'm the one
2. Not one more word tonight, between, here and there, we'll put a distance the size of the ocean
3. The party's over, the CD's skippin, it's the same hook repeating
4. Hey girl, you got a smart way about you that makes me wish that I was smart enough for you
5. Baby, you don't make me cry, or I will fill you with the emptiness inside
6. Hey, let's cross the sea and get some culture
7. Stormin through the party like my name was El Nino
8. I had no choice but to hear you, you stated your case time and again
9. Born to die, then you get to sit and watch your TV set
10. A splintered piece of glass falls in the sea, gets cold
11. They're is a real cool club on the other side of town where the real cool kids go to talk bad about the other kids
12. My baby drove up in a brand new cadillac
13. If you walk away, I'll walk away, first tell me what rode you will take
14. I'm am hardcore, I will windmill kick you in the face, everybody back up make a circle let's destroy this place
15. I am heaven sent, don't you dare forgot
16. All the way from the back of the foodstamp line it's....
17. Tell me how could you compromise yourself like this
18. Yes this is a campaign, slithered entrails in the cargo bay
19. Fergalicious definition make the boys go loco, hard one
20. When there's no where else to run, is there room for one more sun, one more sun
21. Midnight on a beach in the mediteranean and I miss you, even here taking it all in
22. I took her out, it was a friday night, wore cologne to get the feeling right
23. She her halo and wings
24. What's with these homies dissing my girl, why do they gotta front?
25. You're not punk and I'm telling everyone, save you're breath I never was one
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[11 May 2007|10:10pm] |
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Wtf am I supposed to do on a Friday night in a town that doesn't even have a diner or a Walmart. Not that these are exciting things, that's just how fucking small it is. I hate living in the armpit of PA. Really I do.
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[18 Apr 2007|04:19pm] |
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Tell me what you think of me, but basically please just entertain me with something that is not studying. Thank you.
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| THIS SHOULD BE A FUN WEEK |
[16 Apr 2007|12:19pm] |
lol this is really for me bc im not on my own computer. this is the only way i can function.
Monday
-Trama unit of forensic, define and learn each term on study guide
-Read chapters 13 and 14 of Astronomy
-Outline French Paper
-4.14 of Logic
-Read Chapter 3 of Forensics
Tuesday
-Read chapters 15 and 16 of Astronomy
-Forensic Archaeology part of study guide
-Read chapter 4 of Forensic
-Write some of French paper
-Reread 2 chapters of french and highlight
Wed
-Answer Astronomy study guide and study for test
-Processing part of study guide
-Logic
-Read chapter 5 of Forensics
-Finish French paper if possible
-Reread 2 Chapters of French
Thursday
-Entomology part of study guide
-Read chapter 6 of Forensics=
-Logic
-Finish French Paper and revise=DUE TOMMOROW
-Reread 2 chapters of French
Friday
-Reread 2 Chapters of French
-Read chapter 11 of Forensics
-Logic of more French if possible
Saturday
-More French, review the book
-Review all Forensic Chapters
-Logic
Sunday
DEATH
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[12 Mar 2007|10:54pm] |
lol @ this morning in French class talking about horror movies and I was like, hey in my hometown the Night of the Living Dead cemetary is basically in my back yard. This girl was like what town? Then she proceded to argue with me for like 10 minutes that I was lying. Why would I make that up? I hate that girl, she wears fleece and turtle necks everyday. My two least favorite things.
end rant.
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[11 Mar 2007|04:58pm] |
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asdfalsjdf My mom thinks out loud. EVERYTHING. She is constantly talking and I think I'm going to rip my hair out.
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[27 Feb 2007|09:51pm] |
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You know the drill, what do you think of me? Good or bad. I don't care. Anonymous if you wish.
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[26 Feb 2007|07:47pm] |
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You're adorable. Sorry I got too shitfaced Friday to makeout with you and Saturday was awkward. You're adorable but you're already somebody's baby. Guys on 'breaks' with their girlfriends are all kinds of bad news.
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[25 Feb 2007|02:16pm] |
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I will do anything to loose this weight. I can't live like this anymore. I just want to be happy.
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| I miss writing, I suck nowadays. |
[21 Feb 2007|11:31pm] |
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All I have left of you now is a beat up copy of The Communist Manifesto that lies open on my floor. Unmoved, three months later, a monument to the way I miss you and hate you all the same. It's doctrine, neatly laid out, strangely symbolizes everything we were. Its pages hold such a beautiful notion. Hope for the hopeless, reassurance that life can be better for those at the bottom. I was there with you, at the bottom, giving up, I falsely believed you were that hope. That you were to take me away. Red, all I see is red when I see your face, love and anger, all the same. Just like this red book, which reminds me of reality. It sounds so pretty on paper, but put to the test it’s catastrophic. How could something so idealistic and beautiful cause so much pain and war, leaving the hopeless even more desperate for someone to say “Take my hand, it will get better”. It all seemed right and perfect, yet it played out like the Cold War, baby. You’re gone now, have you seen what you’ve done to me. All I have left to do is draw parallelisms that don’t exist and hope to god that everyone in China is happy, and that you’ll come back to me.
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[13 Feb 2007|01:31am] |
I was looking through myspace tonight and found a lot of girls I went to high school with. I'd say 40% went to college, 10% went to a good college because they wanted to, the rest went to the Rock or the Beav because their parents made them. Not that going to college is the only way, I know some girls, my best friends included who didn't go and are on the right track, but I don't know many in my town. The other 60% are either drug addicts, pregnant, married, whores, or some great combination. So, I guess I shouldn't complain about my life. Growing up around all that bullshit my parent raised me to want something more. Everyone in EC is just so comfortable with amounting to nothing that it scares me. I found pictures of my brothers friend holding her baby doing the myspace pose..SHE'S 15. All the other girls were like "omg im so jealous i want a belly/baby". It's disgusting. That town will suck you in. I love going to the bar to eat and seeing the lovely 20s crowd. Chunky girls in tube tops who used to be pretty getting drunk and fucking that same guy they dated 345 times in high school. The drugs are my favorite part about my town. Simply my favorite. Like, last day of senior year the cops ruined it to arrest 4 guys for robbing a store and selling tons of crack cocaine. That was a show stopping number.
So, I guess the point of this is that my town isn't the worst out there. Definetly not. But it's certaintly horrible. It's not that dangerous (well, i don't know anymore) but what's dangerous is everyone is raised to be okay with being mediocre. Going to college is not the end all be all by any means but I feel so bad for those girls who will never get out because they are content working at Jonnhy's pizza and popping out 35 kids to some mobster who will cheat on them with all their little bitch friends.
OMG i hate EC. I am so glad to be living in Pittsburgh,PA. I can't wait to move to NYC :]
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[11 Feb 2007|11:59pm] |
and if you weren't real
i would make you up.
new hair, honest opinions?
( Read more... )
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[08 Feb 2007|03:12pm] |
Now I wake up around 4 or 5.
Eat, shower, and get dressed in about an hour's time.
Take my vitamins, check my messages, and call around to some friends,
make plans for dinner and drinks sometime after 9.
Oh we're definitely going to call it in early tonight.
I need to dry out and take some time to clear my mind.
But before you know it here I am again, fucking 2 o'clock in the morning,
standing in a bar, with a drink in hand.
I'm sick of feeling like I'm losing my mind.
Sick of doing the same things most nights after night.
Sick of self-loathing and self-absorbtion,
self-destructive narcissism.
I'm sick to death of being constantly fucking sick of.
How low can you go before you can't turn around?
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[07 Feb 2007|11:01pm] |
But tell us this:
have you ever felt so
goddamn alive?
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[02 Feb 2007|08:31pm] |
Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
The good times are killing me.
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[25 Jan 2007|03:33pm] |
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It’s intriguing, how people are remembered for being incredibly wrong about something important as they are for being incredibly right. I remember in grade school learning about the earth and history. We were taught about all those who fucked it up before we were even told the facts. See this guy? This guy thought the Earth was the center of the universe, wrong. All of these people said the Earth was flat and if you sailed far enough, you’d fall off. Even we, in second grade, knew enough to chuckle at that. Even the great Christopher Columbus was greatly mistaken and entire group of people was thus branded with a politically incorrect for centuries. Native Americans, kids, Chris Columbus was wrong as shit. We’re taught what’s wrong, but I don’t remember anyone telling us why it’s important. Sure, the Earth is surely not the center of the universe, but at least someone had the intelligence to try to figure it out, instead of nodding as they told you ‘that’s just the way it is’. Without people being completely fucking wrong, we have nothing to argue. Humans love to argue. Without bullshit theories no ones interests would have been peaked. No one would have every exclaimed “This guy’s full of shit, I have to prove him wrong. So essentially, we all usually think we are right all the time. It’s just that time that the other guy is so wrong that you’ve got to be right. That’s where the gold is.
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