lessthanready
where has the time gone?
school has pulled me slightly away from melo, which sucks. so, if you would like to stop it from doing that, please feel free to get some rich family to demolish whs before the break is up. :D haha.
in the meantime, what is there for me to say? nothing incredibly interesting has happened. yes, i’m still talking to that guy i met from knotts, but i have no interest in him. i’m not even going to deal with racking up cell phone bills for a one minute conversation. but don’t get me wrong, i’ll still go back and visit him or what not.. the guys’ cool.
told the guy i liked him on the 18th. i haven’t talked to him since. if he refuses to talk to me, than let it be. at least i said what i had to say. for some reason, whenever i like someone, i can’t keep it to myself. haha. go figure.. if i get awkward silence and shit, then i get awkward silence and shit. i wouldn’t take back that time if i could. what’s done is done, and i’m happy i said something before the year came to a close. hah! he can’t forget the year now, i suppose..
i haven’t done anything interesting since i’ve last written. this proves just how boring my life actually is. oh joy.. haha.
today..
i was thinking about what it would be like if i lived in an entirely different place. would i act differently? would i just straight out be opposite from who i am already? not to say that i really know who i m yet or what not.. but i’m just saying. i’d really love to stick myself in a different place where i never met or knew anyone here from walnut and such. you know.. i’d love to see how it’d be without their attitudes, actions, and impacts on me.
i dont think i’m making any sense what-so-ever, but i’ll blame that on the cold weather. which by the way is the kind of weather i love. i have something against the sun and too much heat. :)
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<33 i have a grown a fondness for tori amos.
Tori Amos "A Sorta Fairytale"
On my way up north
Up on the Ventura
I pulled back the hood
And I was talking to you
and I knew then it would be
a Life Long thing
but I didn’t know that we
We could break a silver lining
And I’m so sad
like a good book I can’t put this
Day Back
A sorta fairytale, with you
A sorta fairytale, with you
A sorta fairytale, with you
Ohh, oh ohhh
Things you said that day
Up on the 101 the
Girl had come undone
I tried to downplay it
With a bet about us
You said that you’d take it
As long as I could
I could not erase it
And I’m so sad
Like a good book
I can’t put this
Day Back
A sorta fairytale, with you
A sorta fairytale, with you
A sorta fairytale
And I ride along side
And I rode along sideYou then
And I rode along side
Till you lost me there in the open road
And I rode along side
Till the honey spreaditself so thin
For me to break your bread
For me to take your word
I had to steal it
Way up North I took my day
All in all was a pretty nice day and I
Put the Hoodright back where
You could taste heaven perfectly
Feel out the summer breeze
Didn’t know when we’d be back
And I, I don’t, didn’t think
We’d end up like this
And I’m so sad
Like a good book
I can’t put this
Day Back
A sorta fairytale, with you
A sorta fairytale, with you
A sorta fairytale, with you
Ohhh, oh aohh
A sorta fairytale
in the meantime, what is there for me to say? nothing incredibly interesting has happened. yes, i’m still talking to that guy i met from knotts, but i have no interest in him. i’m not even going to deal with racking up cell phone bills for a one minute conversation. but don’t get me wrong, i’ll still go back and visit him or what not.. the guys’ cool.
told the guy i liked him on the 18th. i haven’t talked to him since. if he refuses to talk to me, than let it be. at least i said what i had to say. for some reason, whenever i like someone, i can’t keep it to myself. haha. go figure.. if i get awkward silence and shit, then i get awkward silence and shit. i wouldn’t take back that time if i could. what’s done is done, and i’m happy i said something before the year came to a close. hah! he can’t forget the year now, i suppose..
i haven’t done anything interesting since i’ve last written. this proves just how boring my life actually is. oh joy.. haha.
today..
i was thinking about what it would be like if i lived in an entirely different place. would i act differently? would i just straight out be opposite from who i am already? not to say that i really know who i m yet or what not.. but i’m just saying. i’d really love to stick myself in a different place where i never met or knew anyone here from walnut and such. you know.. i’d love to see how it’d be without their attitudes, actions, and impacts on me.
i dont think i’m making any sense what-so-ever, but i’ll blame that on the cold weather. which by the way is the kind of weather i love. i have something against the sun and too much heat. :)
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<33 i have a grown a fondness for tori amos.
Tori Amos "A Sorta Fairytale"
On my way up north
Up on the Ventura
I pulled back the hood
And I was talking to you
and I knew then it would be
a Life Long thing
but I didn’t know that we
We could break a silver lining
And I’m so sad
like a good book I can’t put this
Day Back
A sorta fairytale, with you
A sorta fairytale, with you
A sorta fairytale, with you
Ohh, oh ohhh
Things you said that day
Up on the 101 the
Girl had come undone
I tried to downplay it
With a bet about us
You said that you’d take it
As long as I could
I could not erase it
And I’m so sad
Like a good book
I can’t put this
Day Back
A sorta fairytale, with you
A sorta fairytale, with you
A sorta fairytale
And I ride along side
And I rode along sideYou then
And I rode along side
Till you lost me there in the open road
And I rode along side
Till the honey spreaditself so thin
For me to break your bread
For me to take your word
I had to steal it
Way up North I took my day
All in all was a pretty nice day and I
Put the Hoodright back where
You could taste heaven perfectly
Feel out the summer breeze
Didn’t know when we’d be back
And I, I don’t, didn’t think
We’d end up like this
And I’m so sad
Like a good book
I can’t put this
Day Back
A sorta fairytale, with you
A sorta fairytale, with you
A sorta fairytale, with you
Ohhh, oh aohh
A sorta fairytale
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i’ll be happy..
when she leaves and stops being two-faced. i’m sorry, i’m done being the back-up and fucking backseat friend.. find another puppet for your show.
___ ... dah dah dum
on a nicer note.. have fun at the no doubt concert, char. she’s gun’ get me something.. so that’ll be an upside.
it’s about fucking time i found one.
and stupid chris wont be home till 4am tomorrow. and stupid tyler won’t be home till later either. geesh. the two guys i want to talk to aren’t home. dammit. i think it’s time to fuckin’ move on.
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i need to find something to be thankful for.. so far, all i have is :
-- my brother
-- laurene
-- mohammed
-- grace.
yeah. subject to change.
___ ... dah dah dum
on a nicer note.. have fun at the no doubt concert, char. she’s gun’ get me something.. so that’ll be an upside.
it’s about fucking time i found one.
and stupid chris wont be home till 4am tomorrow. and stupid tyler won’t be home till later either. geesh. the two guys i want to talk to aren’t home. dammit. i think it’s time to fuckin’ move on.
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i need to find something to be thankful for.. so far, all i have is :
-- my brother
-- laurene
-- mohammed
-- grace.
yeah. subject to change.
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today.
anyway. birthday today.. it was fine for lunch and stuff. it was nice seeing my cousins, ya da ya da ya da. but yeah. it was all when i got home where everything went - blah. ya know? shoot me kind of stuff.
if you’re on my friend list, you’ll see my entry. yeah. yeah.
if you’re on my friend list, you’ll see my entry. yeah. yeah.
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i shouldn’t have joined
i would take joining the army or navy or what not over choir. i’m personally sick of it. it needs to burn.. slowly. :) shh, don’t tell the choir people and our teacher that. i’ll get kicked out.
i know, i know.. i know what you’re all thinking. getting kicked out is a good thing, isn’t it?
in a way, probably, but at the same time, not. you see, you don’t get a refund on all the money you donated and spent for choir. so, for the sake of it, i’ll just.. stick it out. let’s all hope the year passes -- quickly.
I DONT WANT TO GO TO REDLANDS AND LISTEN TO 14 OTHER CHOIRS SING FROM 11AM TO 5PM!
i have a life, ya know..
scratch that. i don’t. damn
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i hate to say this, sorta, but the awtr soundtrack has good music on it. bite me if you don’t like i.
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i hate the time around my birthday.. the weeks before it consist of arguing with my mom, dad, or both (but it usually ends up being my dad... god only knows why). then the days leading up to it, a few "friends" are out to make my life hell, and then the day right before my birthday.. something bad happens and my dad and i get into a big arguement. the on saturday, it’s my mom and i. i was thinking of going out to eat, by myself, with a pen, my silver journal that i cherish with my heart and soul, my cd player, a few cds, and then while i’m eating.. i can sit and blast my sad, slightly calming music to break myself down and then build myself back with a more uprising song, which still has a hint of sadness still in it. i don’t know, i guess i’m just all for sad music. it’s comforting and sometime after listening to it, it tends to build you back. but ho hum. then i can write in my journal while i wait half and an hour for my meal, then after i start eating.. i can sit and critique the food. then i can space out and blast my music and if there are any complaints, then... i don’t know what i’d do. it’ll be some spur of the moment type of thing. for some reason, i’m not into making a big deal out of my birthday. it’d be nice and all, but if no on remembers.. life goes on. but those would be my plans, i guess. dinner for one.
sometimes, i wonder what it would be like to be a food critique. haha. i know this is random and all, but.. you get to eat food for your job, but you might get food poisoning if it’s vile and then if you write a bad review, you get hunted down for it.. haha. hm. maybe it’s not as glorious a job as i presumed it to be.
i know, i know.. i know what you’re all thinking. getting kicked out is a good thing, isn’t it?
in a way, probably, but at the same time, not. you see, you don’t get a refund on all the money you donated and spent for choir. so, for the sake of it, i’ll just.. stick it out. let’s all hope the year passes -- quickly.
I DONT WANT TO GO TO REDLANDS AND LISTEN TO 14 OTHER CHOIRS SING FROM 11AM TO 5PM!
i have a life, ya know..
scratch that. i don’t. damn
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i hate to say this, sorta, but the awtr soundtrack has good music on it. bite me if you don’t like i.
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i hate the time around my birthday.. the weeks before it consist of arguing with my mom, dad, or both (but it usually ends up being my dad... god only knows why). then the days leading up to it, a few "friends" are out to make my life hell, and then the day right before my birthday.. something bad happens and my dad and i get into a big arguement. the on saturday, it’s my mom and i. i was thinking of going out to eat, by myself, with a pen, my silver journal that i cherish with my heart and soul, my cd player, a few cds, and then while i’m eating.. i can sit and blast my sad, slightly calming music to break myself down and then build myself back with a more uprising song, which still has a hint of sadness still in it. i don’t know, i guess i’m just all for sad music. it’s comforting and sometime after listening to it, it tends to build you back. but ho hum. then i can write in my journal while i wait half and an hour for my meal, then after i start eating.. i can sit and critique the food. then i can space out and blast my music and if there are any complaints, then... i don’t know what i’d do. it’ll be some spur of the moment type of thing. for some reason, i’m not into making a big deal out of my birthday. it’d be nice and all, but if no on remembers.. life goes on. but those would be my plans, i guess. dinner for one.
sometimes, i wonder what it would be like to be a food critique. haha. i know this is random and all, but.. you get to eat food for your job, but you might get food poisoning if it’s vile and then if you write a bad review, you get hunted down for it.. haha. hm. maybe it’s not as glorious a job as i presumed it to be.
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sunlight sucks. ssss.
i love nightime. it’s the best point of the day and it’s also the best time to listen to dashboard confessional. :) i do believe that it’s very calming. haha. if you get the chance, download "tonight i’ll take what i can get (acoustic version)" by dashboard confessional. i like it. :D haha. it’s just them playing around with some new stuff. sounds good on the acoustic version, yep. it’s weird at first, but ya get used to it. i suggest that you check their site to see if they’re still offering the d/l over there in the ’news section.’ but yeah. once again, the buddies online are boring me. it sucks. : no one is saying interesting. i guess it’s because they’re tired becaue it’s passed . aha. i’m pretty opposite of most of them. my brain is fully fuctional once it hits nightfall, but for some strange reason.. as soon as it hits light, my brain shuts down on me. :D that’s why when it’s super cloudy or if it rains or if its super foggy during morning-afternoon when i’m off at school, i feel at my best. =)
the rain is my friend.
people call me a nerd and strange for that. oh well. screw them. :) haha.
anyway. i really need to teach myself some html, haha. and i really need to talk to tyler. it’s been awhile. i mean, i’m perfectly happy seeing his brother (chris) and all, but in the same sense.. i really do miss talking to tyler. :P heh. i think i have more things in common with chris.. i really should start talking to him and find out if all of that is for real. heh. maybe i’ll call him tomorrow? tyler in the afternoon, i suppose, and chris at night. i dunno. i feel best talking to someone at nightime, haha. it’s like my territory during that time so i don’t feel awkward at all.
i’m such a night walker. sunlight is annoying. haha. i wonder if that means anything?
the rain is my friend.
people call me a nerd and strange for that. oh well. screw them. :) haha.
anyway. i really need to teach myself some html, haha. and i really need to talk to tyler. it’s been awhile. i mean, i’m perfectly happy seeing his brother (chris) and all, but in the same sense.. i really do miss talking to tyler. :P heh. i think i have more things in common with chris.. i really should start talking to him and find out if all of that is for real. heh. maybe i’ll call him tomorrow? tyler in the afternoon, i suppose, and chris at night. i dunno. i feel best talking to someone at nightime, haha. it’s like my territory during that time so i don’t feel awkward at all.
i’m such a night walker. sunlight is annoying. haha. i wonder if that means anything?
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this is because i’m bored.
i love this song.
THIS IS NOT AN EXIT by saves the day
Tonight will be the night that we begin to ease the plugs out of the dam.
And we still stand knee deep in the flow,
the undertow will grab our heels and won’t let go.
Abd while we hold, our legs quivering,
the water rises now to our teeth when we just let go
and sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping our backs.
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have
and all the wasted nights and empty moments in our lives
are flushed away as we sway with the rhythm of the waves bobbing us up.
Crests fall to troughs as we feel our gills open up
and sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping our backs.
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have.
And if the hook set in the bottom of our lungs,
we’ll rip it out and lick the blood off with our tongues.
Despair could ravage you if yo turn your head around
to look down the path that’s lead you here, cause what can you change?
You’re a vessel now floating down the waterways.
You can take your rudder and aim your ship,
just don’t bother with the things left in your wake.
Just sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping your back.
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that you have
and your love will be warm nights with pockets of moonlight
spotlighting you as you drift, the actor in this play.
You walk across the stage, take a bow, hear the applause,
and as the curtain falls, just know you did it all
the best that you knew how and you can hear them cheering now.
So let a smile out and show your teeth cause you know you lived it well.
yes yes. this is the song where i got the quote from. :) i love std and personally, i think this cd rocked. :D (notice my top 5 picks) haha. the italics/bolded parts are my personal favorite parts of the song. so is the chorus, but you can’t really see that right about now, can you? haha.
i’m bored, again. ): that thing above only spared my boredomness for a few seconds (or minutes, who knows?). : time to find something new to pry my nose into.
and by the way, i noticed that people on melo are probably the nicest people on a journal/blog site. (at least, melo & ujournal are out of all the ones i’ve tried) - don’t ask why i said that. i’m, weird like that. aha.
THIS IS NOT AN EXIT by saves the day
Tonight will be the night that we begin to ease the plugs out of the dam.
And we still stand knee deep in the flow,
the undertow will grab our heels and won’t let go.
Abd while we hold, our legs quivering,
the water rises now to our teeth when we just let go
and sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping our backs.
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have
and all the wasted nights and empty moments in our lives
are flushed away as we sway with the rhythm of the waves bobbing us up.
Crests fall to troughs as we feel our gills open up
and sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping our backs.
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have.
And if the hook set in the bottom of our lungs,
we’ll rip it out and lick the blood off with our tongues.
Despair could ravage you if yo turn your head around
to look down the path that’s lead you here, cause what can you change?
You’re a vessel now floating down the waterways.
You can take your rudder and aim your ship,
just don’t bother with the things left in your wake.
Just sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping your back.
To breathe in the air will be the only thing that you have
and your love will be warm nights with pockets of moonlight
spotlighting you as you drift, the actor in this play.
You walk across the stage, take a bow, hear the applause,
and as the curtain falls, just know you did it all
the best that you knew how and you can hear them cheering now.
So let a smile out and show your teeth cause you know you lived it well.
yes yes. this is the song where i got the quote from. :) i love std and personally, i think this cd rocked. :D (notice my top 5 picks) haha. the italics/bolded parts are my personal favorite parts of the song. so is the chorus, but you can’t really see that right about now, can you? haha.
i’m bored, again. ): that thing above only spared my boredomness for a few seconds (or minutes, who knows?). : time to find something new to pry my nose into.
and by the way, i noticed that people on melo are probably the nicest people on a journal/blog site. (at least, melo & ujournal are out of all the ones i’ve tried) - don’t ask why i said that. i’m, weird like that. aha.
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