to hell with all cheesy cryptic subject entries
If you wish to know anything about me you can go listen to these songs:
"Bells and Hammers" by the Kidcrash, "Drowning Horses" by Desert City Soundtrack, Pachebel's Canon, the fourth song on the Amelie soundtrack, "Shallow Like Your Breath" by Elliott, actually pretty much anything off False Cathedrals, "Monkey!!!Knife!!!Fight!!!" by Minus The Bear, "Song About An Angel" by Sunny Day Real Estate, "Say Yes" by Elliott Smith or "Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset" by Modest Mouse.
And then you can all laugh about how emo I am. Or you can email me or talk to me or call me and I sure as hell hope I'll be able to explain something.
I will no longer be keeping a livejournal. You notice, or you don't that I have gone back to capitalization because it's actually much smarter. I've been thinking a lot about quitting this deal and after Ariel and I smashed bottles in the Kaune pickup lanes I decided that I would. This is why:
Livejournal is for me nothing but a tool for social furtherment and since I actually feel I'm getting more backwards it is over.
More importantly, I never say anything important anyway. No one ever does here, or really many other places in life, but I'm not going to type about nothing just to make myself feel smart for knowing which boy I like when none or few of you do. I realize that the three people I can stand in the town that was Santa Fe last year at least didn't talk when they had nothing to say. Thus, fuck all crypticism.
I hate that I could walk up to anyone at Santa Fe High and tell them exactly what I don't like about them and they would think I was being funny. I hate that no one gets my jokes. And most of all, I hate that every kid I know except for three seems to deliberately bypass or skim over or cover with jokes anythign of any actual meaning and importance. What's the point of looking around if no one will hold your glance for more than a half-second. And no, I'm not going to end this fucking entry with a spiller of who I've been playing eye-tag with because everyone who matters to me except him knows who they are.
We're all just misdirected kids.
"Bells and Hammers" by the Kidcrash, "Drowning Horses" by Desert City Soundtrack, Pachebel's Canon, the fourth song on the Amelie soundtrack, "Shallow Like Your Breath" by Elliott, actually pretty much anything off False Cathedrals, "Monkey!!!Knife!!!Fight!!!" by Minus The Bear, "Song About An Angel" by Sunny Day Real Estate, "Say Yes" by Elliott Smith or "Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset" by Modest Mouse.
And then you can all laugh about how emo I am. Or you can email me or talk to me or call me and I sure as hell hope I'll be able to explain something.
I will no longer be keeping a livejournal. You notice, or you don't that I have gone back to capitalization because it's actually much smarter. I've been thinking a lot about quitting this deal and after Ariel and I smashed bottles in the Kaune pickup lanes I decided that I would. This is why:
Livejournal is for me nothing but a tool for social furtherment and since I actually feel I'm getting more backwards it is over.
More importantly, I never say anything important anyway. No one ever does here, or really many other places in life, but I'm not going to type about nothing just to make myself feel smart for knowing which boy I like when none or few of you do. I realize that the three people I can stand in the town that was Santa Fe last year at least didn't talk when they had nothing to say. Thus, fuck all crypticism.
I hate that I could walk up to anyone at Santa Fe High and tell them exactly what I don't like about them and they would think I was being funny. I hate that no one gets my jokes. And most of all, I hate that every kid I know except for three seems to deliberately bypass or skim over or cover with jokes anythign of any actual meaning and importance. What's the point of looking around if no one will hold your glance for more than a half-second. And no, I'm not going to end this fucking entry with a spiller of who I've been playing eye-tag with because everyone who matters to me except him knows who they are.
We're all just misdirected kids.