| Insert sad and lonely title here. |
[Apr. 16th, 2006|09:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  exhausted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Portishead | ] |
Ah, life. The great and endless struggle to achieve something, but moreso just to figure out something worth achieving. Days pass to months, which in turn pass to years will all of us still chasing that damn carrot on a string which dangles right in front of our faces. Perhaps we catch and suck on it from time to time, but do we ever get a nice, big bite? We've been trained to devour it whole. I've always been warned about those who fall through the cracks, but it seems that I come from a generation of them: naught but servants to people who've abandoned their dreams for a job. The Great American White Collar evil that one day the majority of us will be assimilated into.
Blech.
Maybe I shouldn't have watched Fight Club yesterday. |
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| Ah! |
[Apr. 15th, 2006|04:48 pm] |
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63 dollaz for Tool concert tickets. Sons of bitches. |
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| Dreams |
[Feb. 17th, 2006|03:42 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Cave In - Juggernaut | ] |
So . . . Ninety percent of the dreams that I remember entail me, 3 to 4 people I care for immensely(never anyone I actually know), and a situation I know that there's no way in hell any of us will ever live through. The dreams are always epic voyages, where every moment is crucial, and we will all surely perish with a single missed step. The struggle is always an immense one, with the entourage staying a split-second ahead of peril, until one crucial moment. It always comes down to me versus a virtual army, 8 or 9 adverseries to take on on my own. All but one always drops immediately to whatever means of attack I have, but the last is indellibly impenetrable. Regardless of circumstance, that last hurdle to safety and redemption for myself and mine is never possible to jump.
I can't figure out where these damn things come from. |
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| If you're bored, do this. |
[Jan. 22nd, 2006|11:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Some crap movie | ] |
YOU
1. Name (besides LJ handle - if you're comfortable sharing it):
2. Date of birth:
3. Where you live:
4. What makes you happy:
5. Currently listening/the last thing you listened to:
6. Do you read my journal?:
7. If yes, what makes it especially good or bad?:
8. An interesting fact about you:
9. Are you in love/do you have a crush at the moment?:
10. Favourite place to spend time:
11. Favourite lyric:
12. The best time of the year:
RECOMMEND
1. A film:
2. A book:
3. A band, a song, or album:
PLUS
1. One thing you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. Put this in your journal so that I can tell you what I like about you. |
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| Shadows... |
[Dec. 22nd, 2005|01:56 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bouncy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Infected Mushroom - B.P. Empire | ] |
So... Last night I was out on my deck having my pre-bed smoky treat, and I looked at my shadow on the wall of my neighbor's house. As I exhaled the smoke I watched it form, move, and eventually vanish. This made me think of the movement of light, and how that which it doesn't hit becomes a shadow, which in turn made me think that perhaps everything moves at a different speed, and must certainly leave a shadow of some sort as well. Sound travels and registers in everything we hear, as the nerves in your body react to it, and this is pretty much the same for all of the five senses. This left me thinking that perhaps the figurative shadow of our exposure to all of these things are that which the memory has held onto, that all that is in our mind is a vague black and white profile of our perspective of a situation. The perspective is only important because from a different one, the same profile will look entirely different. Anyways... last night I had a grandiose connection of all this to dreams and personalities and what have you, but it seems to have left me as I sit here in the afternoon.
Any thoughts? |
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| Oy! |
[Dec. 18th, 2005|11:13 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ducketts Murda | ] |
I've lived to 23, go figure... The birthday was a good one, with partying at work, above work, and over at Lenny's. Tried to swing by Peter's but he had crashed out already. Poo.
This may seem uninspired, that probably has something to do with the massive fucking hangover.
Blech. |
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| Classes... |
[Nov. 26th, 2005|06:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pensive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Muse - Stockholm Syndrome | ] |
Only 11 of my credits transfered. Bastards. At least I don't have to retake English 101...
What the hell am I doing back in school? I've already spent 600 dollars, which is but a small chip off of the gi-fucking-normous sum of money I'm going to be paying. Work alone leaves me drained at times, do I really need to add waking up in the morning to go to classes? It's going to be cold in January!
I'm nervous.
After spinning my wheels for nearly 4 yours, having them in motion feels beyond foreign, and I know now that I have no more excuses. I must progress past this me, and into the one that I will be when I die.
But isn't that sort of a death in and of itself?
Goodbye nighttime... |
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| He ain't comin' back to preach!!! |
[Sep. 30th, 2005|10:12 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  giddy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | One Minute Silence | ] |
www.feargod.com
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!
One of those shirts will soon be mine!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| Crappy Action Movie Night! |
[Sep. 28th, 2005|08:15 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  geeky | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Urge - Frying Pan | ] |
So, me and Lenny have started having crappy movie nights once or twice a week. We're basically trying to get our hands on the most entertainingly wretched films known to man. Movies are afterwards rated by us, on a scale of one to five dung piles. Company and/or suggestions for crappy movies are highly encouraged!
Watched thus far:
Under Siege
Out for Justice
Into the Sun
Tequila Body Shots(starring Joey Lawrence, he gets a shot of tequila that allows him to read minds so he can save his girlfriend from the ghost of her husband from another life.)
The last was so bad it prompted me to scratch the hell out of it, so any other poor bastard that rented it would be saved the pain they would surely enjoy trying to watch it. He didn't even say "WHOA!" once the whole movie.
Anyways, hopefully I'll be hearing from some of you. |
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