Everything's so blurry and everyone's so fake
And everybody's empty and everything is so messed up
Preoccupied without you; I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you; I stumble then I crawl
You could be my someone; you could be my scene
You know that I'll protect you from all of the obscene
I wonder what you're doing; imagine where you are
There's ( Read more... )

Dans un sommeil que charmait ton image ( Read more... )

I keep a notebook, of sorts.  You know this. It's like a journal or diary, but more of a collection of letters to someone that may never get the chance to read them (or may never want to.) I'm going to quote an entry or two, just for the "hey" of it.

"Ok, so I get that you're upset, torn, confused; pick your negative adjective; but, I really don't ( Read more... )

Damn these butterflies!

To the woman I will marry:

There is no doubt in my mind that I am to be a husband and a father.
One day, I will have a woman to call my own, and I hers.
We will build a family together, with its own traditions and patterns.
We will be made whole by each other, and more so by our children.
I can’t wait for the day that I am sure who you are.
My hands long ( Read more... )

Ok, Ok. Time out. When did I become this guy? This apathetic, motivation-less, couch potato? (Ok, to be fair, the couch potato thing has pretty much always been true, but I blame my mom for that. ;) )

Well, believe, you, me... that is about to change. I just went for a run, and ended up listening to the entire One-X album by Three Days Grace.  They ( Read more... )

"We should abort the nineties. That entire generation; launch them into the sun, earth is too crowded for these little brats." I found this a little funny. Except, that it encompasses some good friends of mine.  Maybe '94-'00? I think that would work better. lol, but I digress ( Read more... )

That's it.

I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself. I'm tired of feeling "down in the dumps." I'm tired of feeling "stuck. Bored. Uninterested. Stagnant. Unwanted. Unnecessary. Disconnected. Apathetic. Alone."

If I'm inconveniencing you, I'm sorry.  And, also, I don't care.  There are plenty of people to whom my time is worth giving. I'm tired of ( Read more... )

Well, this semester is almost over, and I've just had my Junior Recital last night. It wasn't quite the train wreck it could have been, but it wasn't near my best effort. All in all, I wasn't entirely displeased. My Senior Recital will be a COMPLETELY different story, however. I plan on going all-out on it. I'll post the information here, I'm sure ( Read more... )

So this is my first post since the extending of my Lj account to my Facebook account, forever entrenching my soliloquized past for the viewing and yes, even besieging of by my contemporaries.  And yes, I'm comfortable with that ( Read more... )