the last time i'll try to reach you's Blurty Day [entries|friends|calendar] the last time i'll try to reach you [ website | how i spent my summer vacation... ] [ userinfo | blurty userinfo ] [ calendar | blurty calendar ]

chilling [30 Dec 2002|02:47pm] [ mood | jealous ] [ music | jimmy eat world- sweetness ] just wanted to tell everyone that i'm at home today, bored and thinking about the truth. i wonder how much of it people actually tell me. i'm not gonna worry about that right now. also, i took an online quiz that asked how emotional i was? i was expecting something that said "you're a psychotic maniac", but all i got was balanced and fairly normal. i was like...hmmm either this is wrong, or i just have a few bad moments that i am judged on. so, post your thoughts on how emotional i am, i promise not to cry haha. also, i took a quiz asking what sign of affection i was. i got holding hands. both of these answers make my results match noah's. i found that interesting. i've decided that when i find the time, i'm gonna make an entry devoted to quotes from musicians. also, i have a paragraph that i wrote that i would like to copy into here, but i'm a little scared to do so because it's personal, and guys will probably laugh at my opinions on this topic. well, i'll be around, and i'm sorry about that post about food poisoning, i was just pissed at not being invited as usual. take the moon?

music [30 Dec 2002|03:04pm] [ mood | stupid and embarrased ] [ music | system of a down-aerials ] just a quick little note,if you want a taste of good music, check anything out that has been posted on mine, sn0wcommie, or l337k0r34n, they're my buddies who usually have good taste, even though we all have different tastes take the moon?

quotes of musicians [30 Dec 2002|03:09pm] [ mood | refreshed ] [ music | um..the above tunes, but right now it's grey street by dmb ] i like to impeach god, i like to abort christ, i like to fuck sheep, i like the comfort in knowing that women are generally superior and naturally less violent than men. --kurt cobain i am the product of seven months of screaming at the top of my lungs almost every night. seven months of jumping around like a retarded rhesus monkey. --kurt cobain hopefully we can be the next U2--marcos of P.O.D it's a heavy weight on my shoulders...it's strange to be put on a pedestal--aaron lewis of staind now, in 2002, to have a song banned that doesnt say a dirty word, doesn't advocate violence-it's fasciniating, you know. like what are you afraid of?--tom petty anything beautiful fades away, and anything ugly fades away too. it almost hurts to love things, because they have to stop being that. and that's just the nature of life. --conor oberst (bright eyes) the average girl in sweden is much better looking than the average girl elsewhere.--pelle almvquist of the hives if people are expressing stoke factor, i'm all for it....i bust out metal poses all the time, but i'm not out there thinking "am i being ironic? am i being serious?" --rivers cuomo of weezer i want to see the president drop dead, and i mean it too!--fat mike of nofx the playboy mansion is not all it's cracked up to be. it's like going to a catered bar mitzvah--mike eizinger of incubus when someone comes up and tells me that they love the music, i yell "me too!" and we just hug--andrew w.k. whenever i've had serious writer's block, i feel almost physically sick. the closest i ever get to clarity of thinking is through writing. besides that, i'm clueless all the time.-conor oberst (bright eyes) I had a 38 special in one hand and a guitar in the other. I picked up the guitar and started playing. if you kill yourself, you're a coward.--shaun morgan of seether we were on tour with thursday, and they covered our winnebago in giant writing with duct tape. but about a month and a half later, they found the open can of sardines we hid in their van. --jim ward of sparta and formerly of at the drive in i wrote these listening to a great cd- vagrant records volume 2. bands include saves the day, get up kids, dashboard confessional, and many more that i am really loving these days. 2 made it shine for everyone| take the moon?

compliments [30 Dec 2002|10:03pm] [ mood | depressed ] [ music | chevelle-the red ] compliments are a funny thing. you can get them from a person who you normally wouldnt care that much about, and it will still make your day. sometimes even the simplest things will stick with you for awhile. last week, someone said they still worried about me and i asked why. they said something about me being a good kid. while i try to hide this sometimes, it's probably true and it's been on my mind as a warm and fuzzy thing. the funny part about compliments is once you get some, you want more. and i haven't gotten many lately haha. i was thinking...who was the last person to tell me they loved me? and the sad part is, i couldnt remember. i hope that means i have a bad memory, but i dont think that's really it. that's all for now take the moon?

numbers [30 Dec 2002|10:33pm] [ mood | scared ] [ music | saliva-always, avalanches-frontier psychiatrist ] this is something i wrote a couple weeks ago. i have no fucking clue why i wrote this, but i did. i've decided to share it with you in hopes that i can see who will laugh at me. i'm hoping i don't come off too hypocritical, but if i do, well i suppose i can live with that too. Our world relies far too heavily on numbers. Beauty these days is measured in increasingly outrageous numbers. Wealth is merely a number with no social concerns or emotions attached. Compassion can't be found in a number, you can't feel good about having a number under your pillow, you can't hug a number. numbers dont have any feelings, so why should they should ideas like beauty, wealth, or achievement be shown in numerical form? it makes me sick to see people degraded because of a number. you can still be fucking beautiful if you arent a size 2 or whatever. you can be financially set and not own microsoft. you can have achieved something without getting an a or a pay raise. now you can laugh if you must. off the same page, i had another thing written down. so while i'm writing things i originally wanted private, i'll write this too. perhaps relationships for certain people arent good things. my friends who i would feel good about having someone usually don't. sweet, caring, and single, i see that all too often. i suppose that could be a good thing if people like this were to get together, but they dont far too often. it's the people who want physical shit and put a nice face on who are in relationships these days. yeah, i'm probably crazy for writing all this shit. but that's ok. no one ever gets stuff accomplished by doing what every1 else does. 1 made it shine for everyone| take the moon?

willing to bet [30 Dec 2002|10:49pm] [ mood | gloomy ] [ music | i'm humming if that counts ] first of all, i dont know what's better. to have people inquire if you're okay even though you know youre not gonna tell them, or to suffer in silence. i'm willing to bet you arent familiar with the avalanches. the song frontier psychiatrist is made up of all samples from movie I THINK. i've decided you might like the lyrics. they dont even begin to describe how good the song is though. Is Dexter ill today? Mr Kirk, Dexter's in school! I'm afraid he's not, Miss Fishmore. Dexter's truancy problem is way out of hand! The Baltimore County school board have decided to expel Dexter from the entire public school system. Oh Mr Kirk, I'm as upset as you to learn of Dexter's truancy, But surely, expulsion is not the answer! I'm afraid expulsion is the only answer, It's the opinion of the entire staff that Dexter is criminally insane-sane-sane [CHORUS] That boy needs therapy, pyschosomatic, That boy needs therapy, purely pyschosomatic, That boy needs therapy, Lie down on the couch, what does that mean? You're a nut! You're crazy in the coconut! What does that mean? That boy needs therapy, I'm gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy, Ranagazoo, let's have a tune, And when I count three, That... that... that.. boy.. boy needs therapy, He was white as a sheet, and he also made false teeth Avalanches above, business continues below, Did I ever tell you the story about Cowboys! M... M.. M.. Midgets and indians and... Fron.. Frontier Psychiatrist, I-I... I felt strangely hypnotised, I was in another world, a world of 20.... 20,000 girls, And milk! Rectangles, to an optometrist, the man with the golden eyeball, And tighten your buttocks, pour juice on your chin...... I promised my girlfriend I could play the violin...violin.....violin.... Frontier Psychiatrist... Frontier.... Frontier...Frontier...Frontier Psychiatrist x4 [CHORUS] Frontier Psychiatrist Can you think of anything that talks, other than a person? Um-um u-um um um... a bird! Yeah! (bird sqawks) Sometimes a parrot talks (parrot noise) Ha ha ha ha... Yes, some birds are funny when they talk. Can you think of anything else? Umm... a record, record, record! also, here are the lyrics to elbow's newborn, i dont know what it is about this song, but it's really mellow and i love it. I'll be the corpse in your bathtub Useless I'll be as stiff as a post If you hold me like a newborn Whisper what you feel My badly strung declaration To you You'll spend the end of your days Gently smiling like a newborn Whisper what you feel My badly strung declaration To you You'll spend the end of your days Gently smiling like a newborn Love not by degrees Press your lips To my eyes Taste my tears On your tongue Pull the blinds Play our song Nothing's changed Nothing could be wrong Scream in the night Kick and strike like a newborn Holding me shaking awake in the dark All of these promises kept still unbroken Tracing the scars, tracing the scars Even and cold as we both become older Your arms bound about me The hush in your voice The warmth of your fingers entwined around mine In the eve of our lives Never a choice take the moon?

navigation [ viewing | December 30th, 2002 ] [ go | previous day|next day ]