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Okay, so...granted I never post in here anymore. I can't really seem to talk about everything that's going on in my life right now. It's too complicated and full of good and bad.
All I really wanted to say was, "Hi" to my old Livejournal friends, and hope that everyone is doing well and enjoying the season. It seems stupid to get so excited about Christmas at my age, but something about Christmas always makes me feel like I'm 7 years old again, lying awake in bed at 4 am, waiting for my parents to tell me I could come downstairs.
The songs, the snow, the tree. Everything.
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| 08:26pm 16/08/2007 |
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I'm here in Arizona now--by myself.
I'm proud of the fact that I've gotten some stuff done and made some friends already. I'm actually going out tonight. So that should be fun...
I am missing my family and friends, but I guess that is to be expected. I can't believe it's only been two days and I'm already missing them. Hopefully when Nick gets here, that'll get a little easier.
The only missing link right now is this whole financial aid business. I've got to go over there tomorrow and try to figure something out. I also have to start a jobhunt, for serious.
Everything is different here. It's hot as hell (as if you didn't know). I think I'm sweating weight off.
The palm trees kind of freak me out. I'm definitely not used to that. I'm gonna miss Fall in Maine. I got a serious amount of sun today. I'm thinking that I'm going to have to get some sublock soon. Everyone here is tan. Lol. I'm like the Queen of Pale.
Things are coming together. I'm nervous about finding all my classes next week and all that jazz. It's a huge campus. Monstrous, really. I've got to make sure I go around this weekend and locate everything before classes start on Monday. It's just so hot and walking everywhere is crazy. I walked about a mile and half back to the dorm today with my books from the bookstore and I thought I was going to die. Definitely going to have to quit smoking.
I'll feel better when all my boxes of shit arrive. More at home, I think. All my pictures and stuff around me. I'll be happier.
I miss you all. Please email me/send me letters. If you want to--that would rock. I'd love to get mail.
Sarah Briggs
1342 South Sunset Dr.
Tempe, AZ 85281
Mailbox 412
I'll even write back. I promise. Let's do it old-school style.
More updates later.
THE USED "BLUE AND YELLOW"
And it's all in how you mix the two,
And it starts just where the light exists.
It's a feeling that you cannot miss,
And it burns a hole,
Through everyone that feels it.
Well you're never gonna find it,
If you're looking for it,
Won't come your way,yeah
Well you'll never find it,
If your looking for it. (looking for it)
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, your hands were shaking,
Rather waste some time with you.
And you never would have thought in the end,
How amazing it feels just to live again,
It's a feeling that you cannot miss,
It burns a hole, through everyone that feels it.
Well you're never gonna find it,
If you're looking for it, won't come your way, yeah
Well you'll never find it, if you're looking for it. (looking for it)
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, your hands were shaking.
Rather waste some time with you.
Should've said something, but I've said it enough.
By the way, my words were faded.
Rather waste some time with you.
(Time with you... time with you time with you
Waste some time with you... waste some time with you)
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, your hands were shaking.
Rather waste my time with you.
Should've said something, but I've said it enough.
By the way, my words were faded.
Rather waste my time with you.
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, my hands were shaking.
Rather waste some time with you.
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
Waste some time with you...
(fading)
Should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, my hands were shaking.
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I keep feeling a little locked into this life plan I've mapped out for myself. I'm not sure if what I wanted when I was 16 really applies anymore. Therefore, I'm fucked, because I'm not sure what I want.
A lot of changes have been happening in my life, and if I were to sit here and write it all down, my chicken noodle soup would get cold. So I won't do that. Suffice it to say, I'm confused.
Have you ever had feelings for two people at the same time? I know who I'm supposed to be with, and I know that one of those situations would never work out, but I love him just the same.
Maybe that's why I love him, because I know I'll never ruin these feelings by getting into a relationship with him.
I love Nick. I truly do, even though I know he sometimes doesn't feel that way. We've been through a lot together, and we still have these really magical days when I feel that whole honeymoon-wejustmet-period. I'm glad that I'm going to Arizona with him, and I'm happy that I get a fresh start somewhere else. I think it's just this in between period--getting from here to there.
*sigh*
And you never realize how much dust accumulates in your room until you decide to pack everything up into neat little cardboard boxes. I've got allergy issues right now.
I'm 21 now. I know who my real friends are, and who they aren't. I love my family, but I just don't want to live with them. I believe in spiritual things, but I don't know that I'll ever go back to church. I loved my Grammy with all of my heart, and I know that she's been keeping her eye on me. I've done some serious drugs, and made some serious mistakes.
I'm not perfect, nor will I ever be. I'm simply me. This is what I know. This is what I've learned.
My heart is in the right place.
This is what I know.
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she lifts her skirt up to her knees,
walks through the corn-rows with her bare feet, laughing.
i never learned to count my blessings,
i choose instead to dwell in my disasters.
i walk on down a hill,
through grass, grown tall and brown
and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain.
on past the busted back of that old and rusted cadillac
that sinks into this field, collecting rain.
will i always feel this way?
so empty, so estranged
and of these cut- throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings
i have grown weary.
if though my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
i spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?
lay your blouse across the chair,
let fall the flowers from from your hair
and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.
outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves,
to me it sounds like they're applauding us the the quiet love we made.
will i always feel this way?
so empty, so estranged
well i looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest, said do your best, destroy me.
you see, i've been to hell and back so many times,
i must admit you kind of bore me.
there's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
there's alot of things i don't understand,
why so many people lie.
its the hurt i have inside that fuels the fire inside me.
will i always feel this way?
so empty, so estranged
-ray lamontagne "empty"
I ran so fast
I ran hard
scrapping soles
and blocking uppercuts
with awesome skill
I ran so hard
I ran fast
I can't stop
I'm terrified
demons can't catch me
I feel no pain
I break through the air
I can only run now
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| 10:05pm 17/05/2007 |
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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief;
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
-Pink Floyd
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If you
If you could return
Don't let it burn
Don't let it fade
I'm sure I'm not being rude
But it's just your attitude
It's tearing me apart
It's ruining everything
I swore
I swore I would be true
And honey, so did you
So why were you holding her hand
Is that the way we stand
Were you lying all the time
Was it just a game to you
But I'm in so deep
You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger
Oh I thought the world of you
I thought nothing could go wrong
But I was wrong, I was wrong
If you
If you could get by
Trying not to lie
Things wouldn't be so confused
And I wouldn't feel so used
But you always really knew
I just wanna be with you
And I'm in so deep
You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger
And I'm in so deep
You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger
You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger
-the cranberries "linger"
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I know that people give lyric postings a lot of shit, and if you check out my journal I have quite a few entries that are just lyrics. At the end of the day though, I express myself through music. It helps to hear a song and just say to yourself..."yes. YES. that is exactly how I feel". And honestly, it seems that a lot of people I don't know read my journal, and if someone really cares about what's going on specifically, they'll email me or call me to ask. Sometimes it just feels right to post something that describes how I feel. It's a release, since I can't really express my anger/hurt to a lot of people.
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1. 4th grade teacher's name: Mrs. Kinney *shudder*
2. Last words you said: "Fucking Computer!"
3. Last song you listened to: Fisher "I will love you"
4. Last person you hugged: My nephew Dylan.
5. Last thing you laughed at: Faith tried to attack me with a tube of Balmex while I attempted to throw some water on her. It was pretty dramatic.
6. Last time you said I love you and meant it: Um...I don't know.
7. Last time you cried: Rrr..today? Yesterday? I can't be sure these days.
8. What color socks are you wearing: None!!! YES!!!
9. What's under your bed: Another bed. A trundle bed, that is. (I'm ready for sleepovers).
10. What time did you wake up?: 6:00 am. I had to work this morning.
11. What's you least favorite ice cream?: Strawberry. Or Grasshopper Pie. Or New York Super Fudge Chunk. I really can't decide. Why would you try and make me?
12. Current hair: Blonde, wavy, curly, crazy.
13. Do you have a fish tank?: If I do, it's probably in the attic. And dusty. (Did I mention empty...)
14. Current annoyance: School. I don't want to write that paper. I want to go take a nap.
15. Current desktop background: A sunset. Pretty generic. I had some cool pictures, but...I got tired of it.
16. If you could play any instrument what would it be?: I play...saxophone, a little piano, and some guitar. I'd like to learn how to play the cello. That would be sweet.
17. Favorite color(s): Green.
18. How tall are you? 5'7"
19. Current favorite word/saying: Expeditious: to be speedy and efficient.
20. Favorite Show: It's not on anymore. Absolutely Fabulous. A British comedy series. It rocks.
21. Favorite season: Spring, Fall, Summer...just not winter.
22: What is your career going to be like: Um...probably writing, teaching, social work, dabbling. Dabbling. I'm going to be a professional dabbler.
23. How many kids do you want: I don't know. A few. Later...
HAVE YOU EVER--
24. Said 'I love you': Yes
25. Ever get into a fight with your pet: Um...we disagreed on a space issue the other day. He wanted to jump into my lap, and I wanted space. All ended well, though. He got his way.
26. Have you ever been to New York: Yes
27. Been to Arizona: No
28. Been to California: No
29. Been to Hawaii: No
30. Been to Mexico: No
31. Been to Alaska: No
32. Been to Texas: No
33. Dreamed something really crazy and then it happened the next day?: Absolutely. Deja Vu Queen.
34. Do you have a crush on someone?: Not really, no.
35. What book are you reading now?: I'm in between books at the moment. Homework isn't really allowing me leisure time.
36. Where is it?: They're all upstairs.
37. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up in the morning?: I really don't want to go to work. I feel like shit.
38. How many rings before you answer your phone?: Usually two.
39. Future daughter's name: Um...weird question...Tessa, I think. Or Mona. Or Layla. I don't know.
40. Future son's name?: Gabriel, Jacob, Ethan, Max.
41. What do you sleep with?: A body pillow as a head pillow with a sheet and my favorite quilt. Sad story, I know.
42. What do you wear to sleep: Pajama pants and tshirt, underwear and tshirt, naked. All depends on temperature.
43. Where are you: My house.
44. Where do you wish you were?: Anywhere else. Probably...North Carolina. In the mountains. Or on a lake somewhere warm.
45. Piercings: Four. Two in each ear, and one nose piercing.
THE EXTRA STUFF
46. Where are you staying tonight?: I don't know. Probably here.
47. Who is the last person that texted you: Mike S. He didn't text though, he IMed.
48. Where do you want to get married: Scotland. Or...on a beach in Mexico...or...I don't know. Somewhere.
49. Have you ever drank: Since the day I was born.
50. Hate: There's a thin line.
51. Have you ever been in love: Don't remind me.
52. Are you timely or always late?: I'm usually timely.
53. Do you like being around people: Usually.
54. Best feeling in the world: Swimming. Or just walking on a beach. Sex. Love. Music. I have a lot of best feelings.
55. Are you a health freak?: In theory. In practice, not so much.
56. Are you lonely right now: A little bit. Yes.
57. Do you want kids: Didn't you already ask this? PAY ATTENTION, FOOL!
THE LAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU
58. Cried: yes
59. Bought something: Cigarettes. (Oh shut up about it, already).
60. Gotten Sick: Yes. Grr...
61. Sang: Yes
62. Talked to someone: Yes
63. Had a serious talk: Yes
64. Missed Someone: Yes
65. Hugged Someone: Yes
66. Kissed someone: Yes
67. Yelled at Someone: Yes |
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Here ya go. Don't say I never gave you anything.
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
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| I miss you dandelion |
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I've often wondered if there's
Ever been a perfect family
I've always longed for undividedness
And sought stability
A flower taught me how to pray
But as I grew, that flower changed
She started flailing in the wind
Like golden petals scattering
CHORUS 1:
And I miss you dandelion
And even love you
And I wish there was a way
For me to trust you
But it hurts me every time
I try to touch you
But I miss you dandelion
And even love you
I gravitated towards a patriarch
So young predictably
I was resigned to spend my life
With a maze of misery
A boy and a girl befriended me
We're bonded through despondency
I stayed so long but finally
I fled to save my sanity
CHORUS 2:
And I miss you little sis and
Little brother
And I hope you realize
l'll always love you
And although you're struggling
You will recover
And I miss you little sis and
Little brother
So many I considered
Closest to me
Turned on a dime and sold me
Out dutifully
Although that knife was chipping
Away at me
They turned their eyes away and
Went home to sleep ...
CHORUS 3:
And I missed a lot of life
But l'II recover
Though I know you really like
To see me suffer
Still I wish that you and I'd
Forgive each other
'Cause I miss you, Valentine
And really loved you
I really loved you -
I tried so hard
But you drove me away
To preserve my sanity -
And I found the strength to break away
Fly...
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If anyone gives me shit about posting a Mariah Carey song I will shoot them in the face.
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You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you.
And in the streets you walk.
You hide your face because they don't believe that it's true.
They say it doesn't happen that often.
But it's happening right now.
I'm writing you this letter to let you know I'm not alright.
And in this city the streets are paved with hate
And you cry yourself to sleep tonight.
And say "no, there aren't enough love songs in the sky."
You counted down the days till you could say "Bye-bye, city, bye-bye"
You're walking down on Union
You see the roads and know they're apart of you.
They say it doesn't happen that often
But it's happening right now.
I'm writing you a second time.
To let you know nothing here has changed.
The streets are still paved with hate.
So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight.
Will you look back on this night
As the day that ruined your life.
Will you look back on these city streets and say,
"Oh, God, where are you?"
In these city streets I hide my face.
I turn away when you look at me
And every night when I try and sleep.
I feel your hands all over my body.
You stripped away the street signs and shot out all the stop lights.
If you smashed away all the building what would you have left?
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i never thought
i never thought i'd be sad
sad and lonely
i never thought
i'd grow
old
i never thought i would live
past 23
arrogance
unwillingness
i don't want to have to make this decision
blue
i am dark blue
sitting in a pool of rain
waiting for the puddle
to cover my body
drowning
i never thought
i'd live
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I light your cigarettes
I bring you apples from the vine
How quickly you forget
I run the bath and pour the wine
I bring you everything that floats into your mind
But you don't bring me anything but down
You don't bring me anything but down
You don't bring me anything but down
When you come 'round
You are a raging sea
I pull myself out everyday
I plea insanity
Cause I can't leave but I can't stay
You say, won't you come find me and yes is what I say
You don't bring me anything but down
You don't bring me anything but down
Everything is crashing to the ground
Maybe I'm not your perfect kind
Maybe I'm not what you had in mind
Maybe we're just killing time
You with your silky words
And your eyes of green and blue
You with your steel beliefs
That don't match anything you do
It was so much easier before you became you
You don't bring me anything but down
You don't bring me anything but down
Everything just crashes to the ground
When you come around
When you come around
No more playing seek and hide
No more long and wasted nights
Can't you make it easy on yourself
I know you wish you were strong
You wish you were never wrong
Well, I got some wishes of my own
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I don't know if that's a real website. Maybe not, but I really feel like we need to stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about what makes us sad or angry. Just please attempt happiness for in your lives. Not everything needs to have self-analytic consequences. Nothing matters except peace of mind. Live your life in the day in such a way that you can sleep soundly at night.
I'm tired of blaming people for my unhappiness. I have the ability to wake up in the morning and step outside to sunshine. The ground might be covered in ice and my ass might be frozen, but I'm alive and mornings will never cease to be.
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Shit!
Nothing makes sense, so I won't think about it. I'll go with the ignorance.
Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that's me.
I am full of indifference.
What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die) and what do those hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
Yea the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, the futile so (the futile, the futile)
Taste. I have no taste. I don't like these tiny portions or your artful abortions of sound, sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic. So go choke on your irony.
What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die) and what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
Yea the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, the futile so
I'm eating rat poison for dinner. Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining alone, Tonight, rat poison for dinner.pull the cord from the phone. So goodnight.
Love! I shall not love, yet I'll still sing about it. I hope it covers the ocean in slime, the drama and drool. I'm leaking the blood of a fool. (I'm full of it, I'm full of it, I'm full.)
Rat poison for dinner, pull the chord from the phone. I am dining alone.
Tonight. Rat poison for dinner, pull the chord from the phone. I am dining alone. Tonight.
Oh I am dining alone. Tonight. Tonight. Tonight.
-say anything "the futile"
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Everything you do is futile, because you are incapable of recognizing what IS beautiful. "Eat, sleep, fuck and flee" all you want. I'm sick of you doing it while pretending to give a shit about me or what I want out of life.
I can tell when you lie
your eyes get wide
you have fear on your shoulders
you ask me how i'm doing
you only ask me how i'm doing
when you lie
when you lie... |
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SAY ANYTHING "WOW I CAN GET SEXUAL TOO"
[telephone rings]
If I die and go to hell real soon,
it will appear to me as this room.
And for eternity I lay in bed
in my boxers, half stoned,
with the pillow under my head.
I'd be chating on the enterweb;
maggots pray upon the living dead.
I had no interest in the things she said.
On the phone every day,
I'll permanantly hit the hay hay.
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
She touched herself. She touched herself.
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
I laughed myself to sleep.
At this rate,
I'll be heading for electric chairs.
I'm only human with my cross to bear.
When she described her underwear
I forgot all the rules my rabbi taught me in the old school.
You're too young to be this empty girl
I'll prepare you for a sick dark world
Know that you'll be my downfall.
But I call and I call and I call.
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
She touched herself. She touched herself.
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
I laughed myself to sleep.
I don't know what I want.
I don't know what I want.
I don't know what I want.
I don't know what I want.
I don't know what I want. (Met you on the internet)
I don't know what I want. (Met you on the internet)
I don't know what I want. (Met you on the internet)
I don't know what I want. (Met you on the internet)
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
She touched herself. She touched herself.
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
I laughed myself to sleep.
(Woah!)
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
She touched herself. She touched herself.
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
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I am, as they say, at a crossroads. I can feel the heat from underneath my skin, flushing me and begging me to make a decision. Did I ever really know what I wanted to do? I think I might've been imagining a future that doesn't really exist.
Do I really want to teach, or is it just an obvious solution? I don't really know what I want to do, and I suppose as an effect, don't really know who I am anymore. I used to be a writer, but I have no evidence that I'm particularly good at that; so maybe I won't write. My dad envisions me as a writer or some English professor of some sort. My mom thinks I should be a journalist, and I doubt I'd be very good at any of those things.
Nothing fills me up. I don't want anything. Besides the basics, I don't need anything. I have no motivation. No desire. No answers for anyone.
I suppose that would mean I don't have any answers for myself. I don't see any truths coming into my brain anytime soon. I'm stifled. I'm broken in and I have no ambition.
I suppose I could die without any unfulfilled dreams.
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Life is weird, but it's been....rrr..weird-er. I just keep reminding myself that I'll be okay no matter what. And that if all else fails, I still have to live with myself.
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| 05:02pm 17/01/2007 |
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It's been a while since I updated. There really hasn't been too much to talk about. But today--it all came to a head.
GROW UP.
I'm sick of people being so counterproductive. Instead of proposing problems, propose solutions. Be a positive influence instead of a negative influence.
GROW UP.
I know that in some ways, I'm being hypocritical (with this entry), but if you can't speak honestly in your own journal, where can you speak honestly?
GROW UP.
Accept the consequences for your actions, hold yourself accountable instead of creating excuses. Tell the truth (it takes more energy to lie, anyways).
GROW UP.
I am completely over the juvenile bullshit that goes on around here. I have been for quite sometime. I consider myself an easygoing person, so why do people feel the need to push me and push me into a corner until I start throwing fists? I will let my words be my fists. I will let you know the truth. You might not like it, but dammit...you're going to listen. FOR ONCE.
GROW UP.
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Paint my face in your magazines
Make it look whiter than it seems
Paint me over with your dreams
Shove away my ethnicity
Burn every notion that I may have a flame inside to fight
And say just what is on my mind
Without offending your might
Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless what are you gonna do
So say what you want
Say what you want
I saw her face outside today
Weatherworn, looking all the rage
They took her passion and her gaze and made a poster
Now its moccasins we sport
We take the culture and contort
Perhaps only to distort what we are hiding
Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless what are you gonna do
But say what you want
Say what you want
Hey you, the one outside, are you ever gonna get in, get in
Hey you, the one that don't fit in, how ya, how ya gonna get in
Hey you, the one outside, are you ever gonna get in with your
Broken teeth, broken jaw, broken mojo
Yeah, this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless, what are you gonna do
Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless, what are you gonna do |
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| 10:25pm 12/12/2006 |
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I'm really sick and tired of people bitching about me not opening up to them. And when I finally do, they get pissed off, it's not enough, or they just don't give a fuck.
Don't claim to want to understand/know me if you don't.
And don't claim to love me if you don't.
Fuck. |
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| 04:37am 11/12/2006 |
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sdraWkcab si eom: i saw in you great things
sdraWkcab si eom: ambition and passion especially
sdraWkcab si eom: and i admired that
sdraWkcab si eom: i think you're capable of awesomeness
sdraWkcab si eom: i wanted to be there for the journey
These things need to be said, and need to be heard. Thanks mike-L. You made me feel better.
I'm not ready for school tomorrow. I need time to mourn. |
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| 04:53pm 28/11/2006 |
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"...You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I could have another you in a minute
Matter fact, he'll be here in a minute (baby)
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinkin'
You're irreplaceable
So since I'm not your everything
How about I'll be nothing? nothing at all to you (nothing, nothing)
Baby I won't shed a tear for you (I won't shed a tear for you)
I won't lose a wink of sleep (a wink of sleep)
Cause the truth of the matter is (truth is)
Replacing you is so easy..."
-beyonce "Irreplaceable"
Yeah, yeah. I know posting Beyonce lyrics is totally lame, but I like this song, and the video rocks.
*sigh* I'm off to another day of class. American Government and Algebra today. Algebra--definitely my least favorite class. If I had a lot of money I would pay someone to go to that class for me and come back and tell me what went on. They'd probably do a better job of teaching than my prof.
It's going to be a busy couple of weeks.
Algebra- Final Exam; various graded homework assignments
Ethics-Book Project/Paper, Case Studies, Discussion Prep.
Sociology- Final Exam; Presentation
American Government- Public Policy Paper; Reflections; Final Exam.
At least my american gov one is a take home...
Okay. Off I go. No more procrastinating. I promise. |
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