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Me myself and I [11 Feb 2005|02:04am] so i was lookn through all the shit on my hard drive and i found i actually do have a lot of pics of myself. i d'no why, but i do. so i put together a little timeline of my image for you all to enjoy :laughs:. boy am i an ugly fuck. but it was fun anyways me back in 8th grade summer learning to skateboard. never worked out well. later that day at the mall. i didn't feel it necessary to change. obviously. shooting pool in 9th grade at my new house. notice the ugly frosted/tipped short hair. can you even see this? i doubt it. highschool sometime.. 10th grade? 11th? i wish someone would've told me to cut my hair. gross. checkin myself out in the mirror.. oooh yea. sexy cheeks eh? especially when i fill em up with air. losing my mind dressed up in my boyscout uniform from 3rd grade. this is senior year, clancey and erik were over. the pink suit. debuted senior year. dorm life, this year, before the shaggy hair. halloween night, pimped out, had just pissed mal off and now i'm holding her as she cries. lookit that gross beard. 9 babble

[11 Feb 2005|01:39am] [ mood | peeimp. ] [ music | yellowcard / oar / collective soul ] Yawn. It's 2am and I'm exhausted. From nothing.. I did nothing today, as usual. Had one class - computer graphic design - as if I even need it. But it's an easy "A" and with my 1.1GPA from last semester I certainly need it. I went to the bank in the morning and deposited some cash, and after that mostly sat around and scanned and colored cartoons for Adam, they turned out nice I'll try and post some if I can figure out the LiveJournal system. I have a paper due tomorrow, for Philosophy, on Happiness as explained by Plato, Socrates, Seneca, and a few other ancient philosophers. I haven't started and I'm fucked, but I really don't care. I'd rather write in here than on a paper for some fucked up class about other people's opinions, which I don't value nearly as much as my own, especially not people who are dead. Fuck that. Everyone went to the Rascall Flatt's concert today, excluding myself, and I've heard it was a great time. Kinda sorry I missed it but oh well, that's life. I want my car back. Now. Today. Not in spring, but now. I couldn't write a full poem - or lyrics or whatever I can call it so I don't sound like a flaming faggot - today so I wrote the beginnings to like 3 or 4 and I'll finish em later or if somebody likes one in particular maybe I'll do that tomorrow, or today I guess technically. you never meant to bring me pain didn't hesitate and left in vain things were said out of haste in my mouth a bitter tatse... -or- i wish i lived out in the sticks nextdoor neighbors with a house of hicks cell phones won't work, got no cable drinkin well water at the dinner table three foot grass full of ticks a yard with tires and broken bricks wishing your life could be stable wish you had something besides this fable... -or- i can see the sorrow in your eyes i hear the emptiness in your sighs i know it's over but try to hold on i count the minutes until you're gone... -or- the glitter in your eye lights up my day tears of joy as i watch you lay... -p babble

w00ptie w00t! [09 Feb 2005|03:02am] it's now 3am and i cannot sleep. not that i've tried.. i'm addicted to tetris. erik and i play online for hours at a time and it consumes me. anyways, tonight was boring as usual.. sat around, erik came over for a bit and we went to food n fuel and i bought like $25 worth of snacks, flowers, scratch tickets, and a card as a surprise for mal. she seemed to like it ;) i think i'm going to use this as a place to vent, and hopefully write a poem/song lyrics/something along those lines once a day.. i'm thinkin that will help me be less stressful. here's another old one just for the time being.. "far off" far off past the city blocks away from noise and ticking clocks there lies a place not drowned in lights a place i love to spend my nights. i think of you, i'm lost in a dream much more real than it should seem your voice still echos in the breeze making its way through miles of trees. the hushed sound flows into my ear the whisper of an angel is all i can hear i dream a wish whispered back to you all i can hope is you hear it too. my mind wanders from time to time looking for answers i couldn't find to questions that i thought i knew why must my mind stray from you -p 5 babble

Sup [08 Feb 2005|10:29pm] so i guess this is my journal. i just put it up today and i don't really know my plans for it yet so we'll see. i did my taxes today and it turns out i owe the feds $800 from my business last year ::sigh:: i guess i'll just have to pay em.. should only take a few days to make so at least that's good. here's a poem i wrote a while ago.. "an empty bottle of pain" my life is like this empty bottle out of poison, yet at full throttle. the last drop remains untouched the purest soul i had once clutched. the label faded worn with age the parl white now looks beige. tired and sore i'm much the same wondering how much longer i'll be in this game. this game of life wears people down wandering the streets of this foresaken town. bottle in hand, smokes in my pocket my only possession this silver locket. with nothing left, feet covered in sand i open the charm with my one good hand. pry open the seal of the rusted case tears in my eyes when i see your face. i'm taken back to better times when i owned more than these three dimes. i had you right by my side until that fateful night you died. the lights the crash visions of the e.r. my death after yours shouldn't be far. but when i survived and learned you didn't i wished for years i could re-live it. and so to remember you i keep these things the locket dimes and a head full of rings. though i try nont to with all my might i still keep that bottle.. that killed you that night. -p 4 babble

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