So many directions, some left never seen.
Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
-Susan Ertz
First - An Appology. I must appologize for not being able to go back and respond to everyones entrys. There are just too many of them. I have less internet access these days (meaning - I, mostly, only come online while I am at school), making it much more difficult to read and respond to everyone. Please accept my appologys.
Well, we had to decide on what our final paper is going to be about for Geography class today. I chose Kosovo (Albanians invading Serbia, just as Mexicans are invading the southern United States) - what the hell, I know a little about the conflict.
There is not a whole lot to report. My girlfriend - Jesa, and I have been snuggling up and watching lots of movies (Sweet Jesus! She is so good to me, that I have not been 'home' in almost three months!) . . . we are getting caught up with the film industry. If we do not watch out, we will be able to compete with movie reviewers . . . . who wants to read our movie reviews?
I have a new reason to hate the city - Parking Meters must now be paid until 7 at night, and are no longer 1 dollar for 1 hour - they are now $1.25 for one hour. I swear to god, if I hear one more person tell me that Portland is a low-tax place to live, I am going to smack them in the kisser. I do not know about you, but I consider all these little fees for things that are nessassary as a Tax. Oregon is a high-tax state.
Oh, and for those of you who do not know - 29 July, Crazy Debbie is going to be in town for her birthday party. Expect to see plenty of drunks, and obnoxious people.
I stole my fathers bicycle . . . . for now. My parents are going to either recondition my bicycle (it was left out in the weather for a couple years), or if that is not cost-effective, square me away with a new bicycle. I went with my mother yesterday to look at what is on the market these days - it seems that my prefered bicycle is now a specialty item. See, I hate suspensions on bicycles - they feel like they are bobbing up and down under any kind of strain/load. I like rigid frames and forks. Production bicycles these days are almost all at least front suspension (many are both front and rear suspension). Makes me cry . . . .
Cest FinMy back is turned to leave this behind.
Facing the dreams, end one promise made.
Silence prevails. Silence.
Don't walk away.
Just tell me when I'll see you again.
As my life it falls apart.
So many directions, some left never seen.
Times of joy.
Feelings change so fast.
Silence prevails.
Silence.
Don't walk away.
Just tell me when I'll see you again.
As my life falls apart.
Do you want me to die?
Do you want me to go away?
Just say no to what I say.
My words were power but now they are weak.
My words were power but now they are silent.
I've been silent.
I'll be with you in this dream.
I'll be with you in this promise.
The dream is ending.
I'll be with you in this dream.
I'll be with you in this promise.
-Susan Ertz
First - An Appology. I must appologize for not being able to go back and respond to everyones entrys. There are just too many of them. I have less internet access these days (meaning - I, mostly, only come online while I am at school), making it much more difficult to read and respond to everyone. Please accept my appologys.
Well, we had to decide on what our final paper is going to be about for Geography class today. I chose Kosovo (Albanians invading Serbia, just as Mexicans are invading the southern United States) - what the hell, I know a little about the conflict.
There is not a whole lot to report. My girlfriend - Jesa, and I have been snuggling up and watching lots of movies (Sweet Jesus! She is so good to me, that I have not been 'home' in almost three months!) . . . we are getting caught up with the film industry. If we do not watch out, we will be able to compete with movie reviewers . . . . who wants to read our movie reviews?
I have a new reason to hate the city - Parking Meters must now be paid until 7 at night, and are no longer 1 dollar for 1 hour - they are now $1.25 for one hour. I swear to god, if I hear one more person tell me that Portland is a low-tax place to live, I am going to smack them in the kisser. I do not know about you, but I consider all these little fees for things that are nessassary as a Tax. Oregon is a high-tax state.
Oh, and for those of you who do not know - 29 July, Crazy Debbie is going to be in town for her birthday party. Expect to see plenty of drunks, and obnoxious people.
I stole my fathers bicycle . . . . for now. My parents are going to either recondition my bicycle (it was left out in the weather for a couple years), or if that is not cost-effective, square me away with a new bicycle. I went with my mother yesterday to look at what is on the market these days - it seems that my prefered bicycle is now a specialty item. See, I hate suspensions on bicycles - they feel like they are bobbing up and down under any kind of strain/load. I like rigid frames and forks. Production bicycles these days are almost all at least front suspension (many are both front and rear suspension). Makes me cry . . . .
Cest FinMy back is turned to leave this behind.
Facing the dreams, end one promise made.
Silence prevails. Silence.
Don't walk away.
Just tell me when I'll see you again.
As my life it falls apart.
So many directions, some left never seen.
Times of joy.
Feelings change so fast.
Silence prevails.
Silence.
Don't walk away.
Just tell me when I'll see you again.
As my life falls apart.
Do you want me to die?
Do you want me to go away?
Just say no to what I say.
My words were power but now they are weak.
My words were power but now they are silent.
I've been silent.
I'll be with you in this dream.
I'll be with you in this promise.
The dream is ending.
I'll be with you in this dream.
I'll be with you in this promise.