The Truth About Beezer...
so Sharmini and i have been trying to find out (since 6th grade) why Christian Baker is called "Beezer". Today, March 19,2005... "our search has ended. thats one more mystery in my life solved," quotes Sharms. it turns out that after all our research... and thinking we had found the awnser... he had been falsely leading us the whole time!!!!!
Then he told us: (suspenseful music for about 10 minutes)...
Christian was born with a buzz cut and had really bad asthma and was wheezing... his mom nick named him Beezer, and he has been called that ever since...
So, nothing new has really been going on here lately. trying to get over my depression for good with anti-depressants, but i keep forgetting to take them... so its not working... but im still trying.
my friends r becoming more and more important to me lately. ive been thinking a lot about the reasons im still alive, and theres very few of them, but the reasons i have are really really... strong. thank you to those who r there for me. ive been trying to talk to some of u, and have to say im a little disapointed in ur faith towards me, since ive shown so much love and fath towards u.
im trying really really hard to get "something is wrong with me" out of my head. its by Black Majik... o im finally starting to be able to listen to a LITTLE ICP again... just a little though... in small amounts at a time...
just test drove Shirleys car. might be getting it.i havent decieded yet.
got into an accident on valentines day... it sucked. reece and i got mashed between two cars.
im going to go eat some cookie dough... i dont really feel like typing right now.
*Jules
INTERESTING UPDATE:
i got a new piercing.
::wink, wink::
Havent u noticed?
TOOL LYRICS OF THE DAY:
Sober
There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every breath I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called "must we"
just before the son has come.
Jesus, won't you fucking whistle
something but the past and done?
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever.
I just want to start things over.
I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.
Trust me.
Mother Mary won't you whisper
something but what's past and done.
Trust me.
I want what I want.
Then he told us: (suspenseful music for about 10 minutes)...
Christian was born with a buzz cut and had really bad asthma and was wheezing... his mom nick named him Beezer, and he has been called that ever since...
So, nothing new has really been going on here lately. trying to get over my depression for good with anti-depressants, but i keep forgetting to take them... so its not working... but im still trying.
my friends r becoming more and more important to me lately. ive been thinking a lot about the reasons im still alive, and theres very few of them, but the reasons i have are really really... strong. thank you to those who r there for me. ive been trying to talk to some of u, and have to say im a little disapointed in ur faith towards me, since ive shown so much love and fath towards u.
im trying really really hard to get "something is wrong with me" out of my head. its by Black Majik... o im finally starting to be able to listen to a LITTLE ICP again... just a little though... in small amounts at a time...
just test drove Shirleys car. might be getting it.i havent decieded yet.
got into an accident on valentines day... it sucked. reece and i got mashed between two cars.
im going to go eat some cookie dough... i dont really feel like typing right now.
*Jules
INTERESTING UPDATE:
i got a new piercing.
::wink, wink::
Havent u noticed?
TOOL LYRICS OF THE DAY:
Sober
There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every breath I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called "must we"
just before the son has come.
Jesus, won't you fucking whistle
something but the past and done?
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever.
I just want to start things over.
I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.
Trust me.
Mother Mary won't you whisper
something but what's past and done.
Trust me.
I want what I want.