tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63549042009-02-21T09:49:51.079-06:00soft.and.gentle"If I had to choose a way to die, it'd be with you, in a goosebump infested embrace."Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1114450758488941492005-04-25T12:38:00.000-05:002005-04-25T12:39:18.490-05:00Check Out:THISI love you blogspot. No matter where I stray too:DMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1108509527596017382005-02-15T16:56:00.000-06:002005-02-15T17:18:47.596-06:00An Ode to a Black Car Day...I have had an awful day. It has been one of "those" days. Why do people say that? What does a "those" day mean? Maybe the reason we have crappy days is to make good days look good. If we didn't have days like these, are good days would no longer look good. They would just be days.So last night, I started to watch Sky Captain, and the something of tomorrow, or Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1108499311550949222005-02-15T14:28:00.000-06:002005-02-15T14:28:31.553-06:00I am working on my blog. Now go away and leave me alone...Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1108350018615196002005-02-13T20:15:00.000-06:002005-02-13T21:00:18.616-06:00No lyrics this time.I couldn't find any to fit my mood. I guess because I can't figure out my mood. I am in the midst of watching Law and Order Criminal Intent. This episode is about criminal abuse, so sad. My shoulders ache. I worked out this evening. Roughly a half an hour ago. I have been so busy as of late. Tomorrow I have two tests and a speech and it is Valentine's Day. It is goingMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1107305082287933582005-02-01T18:30:00.000-06:002005-02-01T22:30:27.880-06:00I think that it's brainless to assume that making changes to your window's view will give a new perspective. So here I am, listening to Death Cab and The Postal Service and a little bit of Thursday thrown in for flavor. I've been listening to The Spill Canvas like crazy, today I am trying to go a whole day without listening to them. I do love Death Cab though, so that helps. I am about ready Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1106725930439459322005-01-26T01:43:00.000-06:002005-01-26T01:54:35.483-06:00When sleep is too far away... Things I like: -99 cent black nail polish-to feel artsy -Animal Planet-to feel all fuzzy and compassionate -Sigur ros-to sleep or think (when sleep won't come) -Miles and Holly-for inspiration -Gavin (my stuffed frog)-for love -Saul Williams-to feel anything at all -12 dollar Hello Kitty Hoodie-to stay warm -National Geographic Channel-to feel smart -Garden State Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1106285697781936782005-01-20T23:22:00.000-06:002005-01-20T23:34:57.780-06:00I'm listening to Green Eyes (Coldplay). I love, love, love this song. It's one of my favorites:) I think I may have the flu. I have been ill all day...and I've thrown-up several times. All day long I have been wondering how on earth I could have gotten the flu. I mean, don't you have to get it from someone. But now that I think about it, someone has to start it. I mean, it has to come Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1104900266185274812005-01-04T22:23:00.000-06:002005-01-04T22:44:54.843-06:00Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits. Wow. Go me. Yea, Megan figured out the comments. Quite a task I might add. I finally figured out my schedule for next semester. It took forever, and surprisingly was quite the mosquito by my ear. I have a rep for Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1101881155220508662004-11-30T23:27:00.000-06:002004-12-01T01:29:23.166-06:00Every addiction, she said, was just a way to treat this same problem. Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple. Ok, well, I didn't want to post again until I had my comment section up. But, haven't quite gotten that far yet. How is life? Or lack of it? Exciting news in my life: Going toMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1100891465559199412004-11-19T13:59:00.000-06:002004-11-19T13:11:05.560-06:00What? You guys thought I could stay away forever??? So yea, I took my break. Big freaking deal. I am so fickle. You should have known I was coming back. Why mess with perfection:D Or not... My life, or so it seems, is about as stable as....well...I got nothin. I could stay in bed for days. I should really keep a tally of how many times I say that on my site. In any case... Here I am Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1098717895962609382004-10-25T10:15:00.000-05:002004-10-25T10:31:23.203-05:00"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things..." Well guys, this is it. The last post. The last post for awhile anyways. No more comments. No more reading tid bits about my dull, uneventful life. Thank you all for eveything you have done for me. Thank you for all the advice and help you have provided me. I cherish all the memories I have been given. I wish you all a Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1097865780926762352004-10-15T13:37:00.000-05:002004-10-15T13:43:00.926-05:00People I Hate (version 1): -Paul -People who talk a lot during movies -People who only talk about themselves -Horny, cocky guys People I Don't Hate (version 1): -Nice, polite boys -People who don't talk during movies -People who care about those around them -People who give lots of hugs Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1097203654923793582004-10-07T21:30:00.000-05:002004-10-07T21:47:34.923-05:00Do you know how long I've waited? To look up from below, just to find someone like you? I should be doing my homework. Because that's what a devoted college student does. But instead I am blogging, eating pizza, and listening to the Used. I have been listening to them like crazy lately...THE CONCERT IS COMING. I am not on duty tonight-and it rocks. But I am on duty tomorrow night; I Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1096915319245234662004-10-04T13:14:00.000-05:002004-10-04T14:13:47.110-05:00I'll grow old and start acting my age. I'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate. A crown of gold. A heart that's harder than stone. And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone. Visual Basic is sooo boring... Although it does provide me with the perfect break in the day to blog. I have nothing to do, and the pawn of satan (or tablet, whichever) beckons me. Today is my Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1096614887332992262004-10-01T02:02:00.000-05:002004-10-01T02:21:14.506-05:00Here I am, at 2 in the morning (I guess it's Friday now, but more like late Thursday night...but really Friday morning), blogging, when I should be sleeping. Especially since this weekend is Homecoming, and we all know what that means... I guess I am doing it out of reasurrance. Reasurrance for what I do not know. Am I the only one whose memories make them feel like vomitting? Either vomitting Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1096051689779712602004-09-24T13:03:00.000-05:002004-09-24T13:50:59.640-05:00Sitting in Visual Basic...it's my last class of the week-and it feels so good. These tablets are evil. I don't think anyone pays attention in any of my classes. It's either chatting or surfing or checking email or painting or.... No big plans for the weekend...going to S.F tonight to get a dress/outfit/something decent to wear for coronation-on duty tomorrow-sleeping and homework on Sunday. I Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1095616539274793762004-09-19T13:23:00.000-05:002004-09-19T12:55:39.276-05:00Fading everything to black & blue. You look a lot like you'd shatter. In the blink of an eye. But you keep sailing right on through. I know I said I wasn't going to blog for awhile, but I don't think I should let people keep me from blogging. It's my blog, don't read it if you can't handle what it says. I went and visited my grandma on Friday. I love Grandma. She got a haircut; I love how soft Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1095281070599069462004-09-15T15:31:00.000-05:002004-09-15T15:44:30.600-05:00Wow, this is a record, three blogs in a week. I feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took. It's amazing how one little event could make you appreciate everything more. My favorite season is fall. I love fall. It's like how some people like needles. Fall makes me hurt more than anything in the world, but it's a hurt I love and a hurt that I crave. My heart Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1095212296168632032004-09-14T20:10:00.000-05:002004-09-14T20:38:50.736-05:00Here I am...writing again... At a certain someone's request *Jenny* Pretty sure I could listen to Bush forever... Anyways, I just wrote my very first program! Woohoo for me! Well, actually I am lying, it is technically my third program, but it is the first I have written on my own...well actually that is a lie too, a girl from my floor helped me a lil bit...but not very much so it doesn't Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1095103837958664072004-09-13T13:58:00.000-05:002004-09-13T14:32:25.613-05:00I guess it's time for my weekly post. I am going to try to blog weekly; I figure it is an attainable goal, not too high, not too low. It's amazing how much a person can miss by sleeping 2 days in a row. After coming down from an excessive crank binge, one needs to sleep several days in a row to feel human again. Actually, I didn't sleep the weekend away. I am lying. However, I was a lazy pile Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1094764587591940672004-09-09T15:25:00.000-05:002004-10-01T14:47:12.016-05:00What are the odds that she would fall in love with a 28 year old married guy with 3 kids? She could never look at him in the face, then he would know she was staring. She would only look at his shoes. Brown sandals. He had a tattoo on his calf, but she didn't know what it meant. She always wanted to ask...but never did. He wrote a poem once during class. She tried to peer over nonchalantly. She Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1094491179035475342004-09-06T13:02:00.000-05:002004-09-06T12:19:39.036-05:00One minute I'm watching Fight Club, the next I am surrounded by children in psychedelic clothing waiting patiently as I stick needles through their faces. What a crazy fucking dream. But wait, my eyes feel like I was the victim of Chinese torture, you know the one where they cut off your eye lids and make you lie in the sun. What kind of sick asshole would do that to me? Once I get over the Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1094149987367324692004-09-02T13:18:00.000-05:002004-09-02T15:41:29.076-05:00An Ode to Java City... Another year has commenced. I feel so guilty about not blogging as of late, but now I don't have any excuse not to, since I received my neat-o tablet...which works sometimes. DSU is a great technology school (sarcasm). I hope I don't offend anyone, I know lots of people put in hard work to benefit our school. I have been so busy lately; that seems to be a theme in my Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1090782907669163072004-07-25T13:59:00.000-05:002004-07-25T14:15:07.670-05:00Through the rain traffic.  As you float into space.  Your white eyes hide your face.  As you float in between.  I am with you - If you leave.    Things have been happening.  My life prior to the past month was relatively simple.  Ok, more like REALLY simple.    Anyways, don't want to go into detail.  Don't much like the way the intro was going.   Jenny and I are good...which rocks because Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1090007010653310842004-07-16T14:34:00.000-05:002004-07-16T14:43:30.653-05:00*Title*   Well, here I am again.  Still doing the same old shit I've been doing my whole life.   Still a spoiled rotten brat..self-absorbed...Still creating chaos and lying to myself...what else is new... Some things will never change.    Maybe this is fate...maybe I am supposed to do this...be like this...   I am a narcissist.  Tell me I am fucking beautiful and I'll be your pet for life.  TellMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.com