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new journal... yeah. again. [06 Sep 2004|08:00pm]

Sorry to be a pain. New journal. killthewords


(dance at a punk show)

The day the world turned day-glo. [27 Aug 2004|05:21pm]
Sitting in an empty house on a simple chair in the corner of an empty room on a wooden floor with nothing between here and where I came from... except for a girl waiting for the bus, a leather knapsack over her shoulder and hope in her eyes and enough beauty to fill this empty room a thousand times. Like you.

Not much happened today.
Buford's class was entertaining, as always.
She loved the ad I did for the homework, and laughed her fucking ASS off at how I put a picture of Parliament cigarettes on there to show off that Virginia had good tobacco. And I did Parliament just because of the colonies' connections with England, and Parliament is a royal term... so it works.

Well, Briana is here to get me.
So I'm off.

(1 bloody face | dance at a punk show)

Fuck. [24 Aug 2004|07:47pm]
[ mood | worried ]

I got another new cell phone. Same number.
The flip phone was just irritating me.
Blah. Flip phones = gay.

So, I have an american history test tomorrow.
And I didn't go to school today, therefore I don't have my notes to study.
So if anybody has Buford and has their notes with them and by some random chance might have them typed up or something... PUHLEEEEEEEEEASE help me out here.
Before I die.
Because I think I have to go to school tomorrow.

Hmm... I guess that's all I really have to write about.
So, goodbye.

But someone please help me or else I'm gonna cry.

(dance at a punk show)

good song. [23 Aug 2004|11:15pm]
[ mood | crazy ]


No, there's nothing wrong with me
You try to draw the line as to how it must be
You can't stand it when you lose it all
Locking us up for your own mind control

Is there something in your brain
You change your mind again and again
You're using people for personal fun
Looking for someone's life to ruin

Party Political Bullshit, Bullshit!

Left wing, right wing on the radio
Left wing, right wing go, go, go
You're telling us that you're the best
But you're no better than all the rest

For years and years you've been telling us lies
But we never realized
Political Bullshit on your screen
Political Bullshit in the magazines

Party Political Bullshit, Bullshit!

(dance at a punk show)

yay for song lyrics. i'm bored. [22 Aug 2004|01:05pm]
[ mood | sick ]

Inside My Brain . Angry Samoans

Won't somebody stop my mind?
It's crawled away I'm going blind
The rats crawl into my head
I can't forget what I just said
'Coz I'm (inside my brain)
Ya know I'm living baby (inside my brain)
I'm upstairs (inside my brain)
There's a hole in my head
Inside my brain

I see black Christmas trees
Barbed wire, funeral homes
I see your face, forest fires
Rats in the streets gnawing at your bones
'Coz I'm (inside my brain)
I'm looking out yeah (inside my brain)
But there's a hole in my head (inside my brain)
A brand new world there, yeah
Inside my brain brain brain

Welders drilling at my skull
Subtract my life from one to null
Hot cars and crashing sounds
These are the things that I have found
When I'm inside my brain
Uh, inside my brain
Oh, inside my brain

Yeah baby I found a new home
I drilled a hole in my head
I'm looking out, yeah
It's a brand new world

(2 bloody faces | dance at a punk show)

Get out. [03 Aug 2004|10:14pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]

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