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I hear it was someone's birthday over the weekend! Such a big boy!
All growed up.
From Freshmen year..
To Sophomore, still well-dressed and well-carried.
And as a junior. Tie and all, such a young gentleman.
Then, no one know what's happened. The black garb and obseneities surface. Such a shame.
Happee 18th Za-ka-ka.
So. I'm not denying my comment-whore-ness. But I also would like to retort that those who complain of my lack of updates due to being a comment-whore only fuel my fire. Sillies. Not that I dont appreciate it. On the contrary, it is fabulous.
I'm becoming sad, slowly. About the obvious transition that all middle-america teens with half a brain have to go through. I was going to sleep the other night, and i've faced my bed so it looks out the window. I was thinking, what if I don't have a window this time next year? Or when I roll over there's my roommate, not my ugly pink wall? I think I'll be alright without girly pink colored walls. But. Everything else.
I saw the imfamous Passion Friday. I don't know what I think of it. I thought my reaction would be totally different to my complete silence almost through the whole film. Beyond the spiritual or religious side of it all, it's still a masterpiece. I think people freaked about "gore" and what have you because the pain is consentrated on one person, different than say a WWII movie, but I didn't think it was anymore than other flicks. It is a contreversial story anyways. Just a bit. That could also be a reason for things in the movie being judged so harshly. Besides all that, I was very moved, but I think I need to see it again; I didn't watch half of it, because i'm a wuss.
Saturday night was very wierd, I hopped over Beck's house to say hola to the Brackett's, ended up staying for dinner. Then Wes came over because he saw my car. It was nice/strange, us three being together again. It's been at least, oh three years. A lot of things came floodng back to me about my past, things I pushed aside for a long time. Not that they were bad persay, but it was a side of me I'd forgotten about. Wes gets a text from another kid from my old crowd, and says everyone's over at the dome watching the girls play soccer. Beck's dead, partied too hard the night before up at Brown with the boyfriend, so she opted to stay behind. Wes and I took my car to Plymouth. The reactions were varied, from Were have you been, hiding? to from the kids that were added on to the group in high school, Woah, why do I know/remember you from somewhere, to Holy crap, I missed you, why don't you hang out with us anymore? It was interesting, I'm glad I saw everyone again before graduation and stuff, but I think I'm ready to put all that behind me. Not bad people, but I didn't like who I was and who I made myself be around them. The end?
Here you go Climbing_higher. I totally jinxed myself, I was thinking, man I didn't get to use my fav scarf all winter, the I wake up to snow. I just started to drive with my windows down too. I'm blaming it on you. Cheers!
Awwwww.
One more of you just for kicks. Wish I had a camera with me over break though, I dont have any recent ones of anyone.
And Tar! Me and Tar's first time @ Denny's, we were with Tori. Good times.
Dropkick Dropkick Dropkick Dropkick Dropkick Dropkick Dropkick
GAAHH!!! Soooo close!
Off you hang out with my nuns again, hasta pasta.
you keep telling me i'm beautiful
but I feel a little less each time
your love is so colorful
it flashes like a neon sign
but I finally drove out where
the sky is dark enuf to see stars
and I found I missed no one
just listening to the swishing of distant cars
I hope I never see
the ocean again
pushing and pulling at me
as I go deeper and deeper in
til i'm so far from my shore
so far from what i came here for
I let you surround me
I let you drown me
out with your din
and then I learned how to swim
I was floating above myself
watching her do just what you wanted
poor little friendly ghost
wondering why her whole house feels haunted
I told myself I was strong enuf
that I had plenty of blood to give
and each elbow cradled a needle
but listless and faint ain't no way to live
Him: ???
Me(like you couldn't tell): Yuuuuuss, you beckon the all powerful Queen
Him: of course I do, I need to hear her gorgeous words
Damn Straight.
All growed up.
From Freshmen year..
To Sophomore, still well-dressed and well-carried.
And as a junior. Tie and all, such a young gentleman.
Then, no one know what's happened. The black garb and obseneities surface. Such a shame.
Happee 18th Za-ka-ka.
So. I'm not denying my comment-whore-ness. But I also would like to retort that those who complain of my lack of updates due to being a comment-whore only fuel my fire. Sillies. Not that I dont appreciate it. On the contrary, it is fabulous.
I'm becoming sad, slowly. About the obvious transition that all middle-america teens with half a brain have to go through. I was going to sleep the other night, and i've faced my bed so it looks out the window. I was thinking, what if I don't have a window this time next year? Or when I roll over there's my roommate, not my ugly pink wall? I think I'll be alright without girly pink colored walls. But. Everything else.
I saw the imfamous Passion Friday. I don't know what I think of it. I thought my reaction would be totally different to my complete silence almost through the whole film. Beyond the spiritual or religious side of it all, it's still a masterpiece. I think people freaked about "gore" and what have you because the pain is consentrated on one person, different than say a WWII movie, but I didn't think it was anymore than other flicks. It is a contreversial story anyways. Just a bit. That could also be a reason for things in the movie being judged so harshly. Besides all that, I was very moved, but I think I need to see it again; I didn't watch half of it, because i'm a wuss.
Saturday night was very wierd, I hopped over Beck's house to say hola to the Brackett's, ended up staying for dinner. Then Wes came over because he saw my car. It was nice/strange, us three being together again. It's been at least, oh three years. A lot of things came floodng back to me about my past, things I pushed aside for a long time. Not that they were bad persay, but it was a side of me I'd forgotten about. Wes gets a text from another kid from my old crowd, and says everyone's over at the dome watching the girls play soccer. Beck's dead, partied too hard the night before up at Brown with the boyfriend, so she opted to stay behind. Wes and I took my car to Plymouth. The reactions were varied, from Were have you been, hiding? to from the kids that were added on to the group in high school, Woah, why do I know/remember you from somewhere, to Holy crap, I missed you, why don't you hang out with us anymore? It was interesting, I'm glad I saw everyone again before graduation and stuff, but I think I'm ready to put all that behind me. Not bad people, but I didn't like who I was and who I made myself be around them. The end?
Here you go Climbing_higher. I totally jinxed myself, I was thinking, man I didn't get to use my fav scarf all winter, the I wake up to snow. I just started to drive with my windows down too. I'm blaming it on you. Cheers!
Awwwww.
One more of you just for kicks. Wish I had a camera with me over break though, I dont have any recent ones of anyone.
And Tar! Me and Tar's first time @ Denny's, we were with Tori. Good times.
Dropkick Dropkick Dropkick Dropkick Dropkick Dropkick Dropkick
GAAHH!!! Soooo close!
Off you hang out with my nuns again, hasta pasta.
you keep telling me i'm beautiful
but I feel a little less each time
your love is so colorful
it flashes like a neon sign
but I finally drove out where
the sky is dark enuf to see stars
and I found I missed no one
just listening to the swishing of distant cars
I hope I never see
the ocean again
pushing and pulling at me
as I go deeper and deeper in
til i'm so far from my shore
so far from what i came here for
I let you surround me
I let you drown me
out with your din
and then I learned how to swim
I was floating above myself
watching her do just what you wanted
poor little friendly ghost
wondering why her whole house feels haunted
I told myself I was strong enuf
that I had plenty of blood to give
and each elbow cradled a needle
but listless and faint ain't no way to live
Him: ???
Me(like you couldn't tell): Yuuuuuss, you beckon the all powerful Queen
Him: of course I do, I need to hear her gorgeous words
Damn Straight.