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this is unquestionably lame
but i'm going to admit that i really enjoy Cold.
"ugly" and "strip her down" from the first album are among my personal staples.
On my first or second night of knowing Jessica, we were in my room on 3rdwest. i was explaining my love of "Scooter's" shaven head, eyeliner, and consequent melancholy.
she looked mortified, but interested.
which is what i've found to be the response i usually evoke from most people.
so, my week has been made:
i've found this acoustic version of "Stupid Girl"
we can all agree that this was one of the worst songs of 2003 that we would come across on tv or radio.
wtf though, this version edges on beautiful, in and only by my own context i'm sure.
i do have this thing for soft acoustic renderings of cheesy late-90's numetal songs.
also, on cover songs,
i've always endorsed that the deftones should do "little wing" just for my personal benefit.
this would be the end to everything musical i would ever require.
yesterday i worked from 6:45a.m. to 3pm.
i then jogged in the hot unforgiving afternoon sun, so that after the first few miles, i had chills and was even cold. (i.e. experiencing the first stages of heat exhaustion.)
a bit later, peterfish and i studied at Charlie's until 11pm.
and randomly ended up with jenni payne others.
around 3a.m. i forced myself to a 'nap' in notfortheseason's bed.
then woke up for 5:20 to go to work again this morning.
where i spent 8 more hours. then napped for 40 minutes.
and now, ive returned from the track where today i occasionally raced this adorable 9-year-old boy who followed me around.
i'll probably go to Amy C's tonight and stay up. work is at 6:30a.m. tomorrow.
this recap is only presented to demonstrate how insane i am for doing this daily.
it's only that, i can't fucking sleep. and it happened frequently enough throughout years for me to know exactly what it implies.
it wouldn't be that bad if i could just force myself to spend the insomnia by studying, so i at least won't fuck up my third chance in school.
my landlord wants me to commission a "strong, capable male friend" to help she and i lay some concrete or, more likely, elegant stone-work to extend the driveway.
but i'm going to admit that i really enjoy Cold.
"ugly" and "strip her down" from the first album are among my personal staples.
On my first or second night of knowing Jessica, we were in my room on 3rdwest. i was explaining my love of "Scooter's" shaven head, eyeliner, and consequent melancholy.
she looked mortified, but interested.
which is what i've found to be the response i usually evoke from most people.
so, my week has been made:
i've found this acoustic version of "Stupid Girl"
we can all agree that this was one of the worst songs of 2003 that we would come across on tv or radio.
wtf though, this version edges on beautiful, in and only by my own context i'm sure.
i do have this thing for soft acoustic renderings of cheesy late-90's numetal songs.
also, on cover songs,
i've always endorsed that the deftones should do "little wing" just for my personal benefit.
this would be the end to everything musical i would ever require.
yesterday i worked from 6:45a.m. to 3pm.
i then jogged in the hot unforgiving afternoon sun, so that after the first few miles, i had chills and was even cold. (i.e. experiencing the first stages of heat exhaustion.)
a bit later, peterfish and i studied at Charlie's until 11pm.
and randomly ended up with jenni payne others.
around 3a.m. i forced myself to a 'nap' in notfortheseason's bed.
then woke up for 5:20 to go to work again this morning.
where i spent 8 more hours. then napped for 40 minutes.
and now, ive returned from the track where today i occasionally raced this adorable 9-year-old boy who followed me around.
i'll probably go to Amy C's tonight and stay up. work is at 6:30a.m. tomorrow.
this recap is only presented to demonstrate how insane i am for doing this daily.
it's only that, i can't fucking sleep. and it happened frequently enough throughout years for me to know exactly what it implies.
it wouldn't be that bad if i could just force myself to spend the insomnia by studying, so i at least won't fuck up my third chance in school.
my landlord wants me to commission a "strong, capable male friend" to help she and i lay some concrete or, more likely, elegant stone-work to extend the driveway.