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| Time: | 2:12 am. |
| Mood: | uhm, feelings are for pussys.. |
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one day im going to learn the solo to this song ^^^^ probably the entire thing. it will be done.
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Wednesday, August 4th, 2004
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1. Why do you fail? Compare and contrast.
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2. Why are you not as good a person as you could be? Cite examples from the text.
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3. How much longer can you go on like this? Explain.
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Wednesday, July 28th, 2004
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Thursday, July 22nd, 2004
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| Time: | 2:29 am. |
| Mood: | crazy. |
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I'm better than everyone. I kick ass at everything. The other day, someone cut me off on the freeway, so I sped up beside him and I rammed him off the road. Nobody is as good as I am.
Some people think I'm conceited. Oh well.
All my friends think I'm better than they are. Sometimes my friends ask "so how come you rule so much?"
One time I decided to play basketball, but I suck at basketball so I lost. Just kidding, I kicked everyone's ass because I'm the best.
I own everyone at everything. There's no use in trying to be as good as me because it's impossible. There aren't enough words to describe how good I am.
id suggest tony danza tap dance extravaganza to anyone. nothing like four minutes and fourty six secounds of double bass fury.
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I decided since tonight im not doing coke then ill just comehome at 12:00 and fix this shitty blog.
fuck off I updated.
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| Time: | 10:13 pm. |
| Mood: | energetic. |
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And man will continue to suffer unto itself
Until some stand to rally the fray by firm example
Chaos must succumb to order
Lest these days be numbered
I cannot contribute to disarray
I simply cannot relate
Let this be my act of defiance.
Let this be my refusal to fit in
Let this be my writ of misanthropy...
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Saturday, June 12th, 2004
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Pedro the lion. good clean fun! I'd say that it was well worth my money. amazing
Steve needs a job. I am currently feeling guilty about my high carb intake. I formulate my sentences in a way so you can read them.
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winfree is bullshit beer is god i am steve
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Wednesday, June 9th, 2004
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| Time: | 1:09 am. |
| Mood: | uncomfortable. |
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todays gift is the green
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excuse me im drunkdrunkdrunk: rawawawawrawrawrrrrrraaraaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraawwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraarwrwarawbombbrawrawrabrawlrararwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr wrraaarrghraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar rar aaaar rarrr rrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa rrreeaaaaahhhh raaaa fallllllllll broooken rar nar r chaaaaaaaaaaaance ratobe (how to growl like him) in teh song
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Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004
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back when i was little, if I had a shitty summer it would follow a shitty year of school. lets see how this works out.
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i am a hopelessfuckingmess.
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Friday: wakeup, go to pass. After school meet up with sam and do some pure Diazepam, steal aton of alcohol and leave. I do not emember anything else from there.
I wake up and its saturday night, I figure fuck it and go back to sleep. wake up Sunday morning wondering where the fuck my weekend went and what kind of crazy shit I did on friday,
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Wednesday, May 19th, 2004
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mother says: " if you were anyone else other than my son you would be out of my life. "
oh yeah? fuckoff.
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I decided quite early today was not a good day to be alive, so I slept.
We reach up because there is so much to be captured.
We make an interruption just to add to the confusion.
We are undefined. We disguise ourselves as static.
And we're alive. We just want to feel alive.
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smoked much weed, not enough alcohol.
10 bucks for yuppiefest, fuck that. Most of the bands were shitty poppunk anyways, I would rather purge myself.
Lets see, last night was fucking lame. We were trying to get 3 30 packs, how glorious it would have been if this could have been. But instead we had to burn gas and drive to fucking dallas for a god damn quarter. /end rant
Today me and sam are going on an adventure possibly. I will also be looking for a summer job.
audaces fortuna iuvat fortune favours the bold
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Wednesday, May 12th, 2004
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I got 4 more pass days: total pass count for the year, WELL over 6 weeks.
Its the end of the school year. I need summers kind warmth.
other than that. lets see...I need a job.
a bong and grinder.
a cd player for my car.
my left hand back.
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Yesterday, I ate an few ants. Yeah bitches, whats up now. My good friend sam and I played sandbox in an antpile, I bet you havent. That makes me like 14324524 million times cooler than you all. Hmm mark has good dro and steve is a hardcore hood nigger.
vita non est vivere sed valere vita est
life is more than merely staying alive
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I do not undertand why I have made a LJ. None the less, perhaps someone will find something interesting about my practically incoherent rants and pathetic problems.
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