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im tired. real tired.
last night was the catillion, and i must say, i had a good time. the first hour or so was by far a BORING experience. but once the "cha cha" song came on, things picked up.
i was mad the dj lied to my face. he said hed play "cotton eyed joe" after the next slow song. never played it the whole night.
the bastard.
and ladies, by the way...
im still a bad dancer.
but still single...
damnit.
im overweight for wrestling. today i found out that my coach wants me at 135. i thought i was going 140, so i kept myself near that weight. oh well...
looks like im not eating.
speaking of food, went to applebees after the dance.
i love that place.
claytoni 728: so who's ur main squeeze right now?
Crappyjoes: if only i had a squeeze to squeeze
claytoni 728: u do
Crappyjoes: who would that be?
claytoni 728: but u may have yankyed ur wanky today
Crappyjoes: oh
Crappyjoes: that squeeze
christmas is around the corner, and ive got nothin man. i bought one thing for someone else, and my christmas list, in a word, sucks.
i need to see another concert. why the hell was the yellowcard concert on a wednesday?
sigh, once again, ive bored u all with my petty life, so i shall leave u with a poem i wrote. u may have already seen it, its OLD.
What is love?
Is it the feeling I get when I see your face?
Is it the sadness I feel because you are not mine?
These feelings tear at me from every side
Yet I let them tear
These feelings I had I thought were love
But they aren’t
How can it be love?
I don’t know you
But I want to know you
Maybe these feelings are lust, and love is fake
Can love exist within the hearts of the young?
I doubt it
For if I was truly in love, wouldn’t I have acted on these emotions?
It feels like love
But if I know little about you, it must be lust.
These conflicting emotions continue to tear at my heart
But I let them tear
For these emotions only arise when I think of you
And that makes you special
But you don’t know that I feel this way
And you never will
And I know you feel this way too.
Yet you don’t say anything either
So were both stuck here thinking…
What is love?
last night was the catillion, and i must say, i had a good time. the first hour or so was by far a BORING experience. but once the "cha cha" song came on, things picked up.
i was mad the dj lied to my face. he said hed play "cotton eyed joe" after the next slow song. never played it the whole night.
the bastard.
and ladies, by the way...
im still a bad dancer.
but still single...
damnit.
im overweight for wrestling. today i found out that my coach wants me at 135. i thought i was going 140, so i kept myself near that weight. oh well...
looks like im not eating.
speaking of food, went to applebees after the dance.
i love that place.
claytoni 728: so who's ur main squeeze right now?
Crappyjoes: if only i had a squeeze to squeeze
claytoni 728: u do
Crappyjoes: who would that be?
claytoni 728: but u may have yankyed ur wanky today
Crappyjoes: oh
Crappyjoes: that squeeze
christmas is around the corner, and ive got nothin man. i bought one thing for someone else, and my christmas list, in a word, sucks.
i need to see another concert. why the hell was the yellowcard concert on a wednesday?
sigh, once again, ive bored u all with my petty life, so i shall leave u with a poem i wrote. u may have already seen it, its OLD.
What is love?
Is it the feeling I get when I see your face?
Is it the sadness I feel because you are not mine?
These feelings tear at me from every side
Yet I let them tear
These feelings I had I thought were love
But they aren’t
How can it be love?
I don’t know you
But I want to know you
Maybe these feelings are lust, and love is fake
Can love exist within the hearts of the young?
I doubt it
For if I was truly in love, wouldn’t I have acted on these emotions?
It feels like love
But if I know little about you, it must be lust.
These conflicting emotions continue to tear at my heart
But I let them tear
For these emotions only arise when I think of you
And that makes you special
But you don’t know that I feel this way
And you never will
And I know you feel this way too.
Yet you don’t say anything either
So were both stuck here thinking…
What is love?