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I hope that high-school and I can still be friends after this week.
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[07 May 2005|01:47am] |
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what, like a job type job?
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[02 May 2005|10:58pm] |
it is 10:45pm and the stallion, my '94 nissan maxima, and I are racing up germantown parkway with the windows down, blasting queen's "somebody to love," when I hear someone yell "awesome!" and turn to see this beautiful girl with short black hair in a silver bug trying to pull up next to me and waving to me to slow down. she rolls down her window, and shouts "I like your taste in music! I love that cd!" and so I put on probably one of the dumbest smiles in the history of shy boy smiles and yell back "me too!" and watch as she fades away into the left-hand turn lane.
dear girl with short black hair, i would like to ask for a rematch and possibly your hand in marriage, at the same time tomorrow.
uhh... I've been keeping somewhat of a secret journal that you're all free to add, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) xnihilo___
everybody have a good week.
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[16 Apr 2005|12:09pm] |
hot ride in my air balloon
skipping fast right around the moon
on a bullet train outta town
one... up and one hill down
walking tough and run him down.
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[10 Apr 2005|03:28pm] |
her name is Mathilda, after that girl in Léon the Professional.
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[01 Apr 2005|09:29pm] |
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i'm wondering what my tombstone would say if i was found dead in the backseat of a car with four teenage girls, a roll of cookie dough, and a bunch of spoons.
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[28 Mar 2005|10:42pm] |
Practice
Calluses and tempers seem to end band practices
earlier these afternoons.
Roaring jet engines and pilot jargon from the Top Gun laserdisc
are welcome over the racket still ringing in my ears.
Two of us debate the homosexuality of shirtless men's volleyball,
but sing "You've lost That Loving Feeling" right along
with Maverick anyway.
One continues to fabricate promising lyrics,
but will never see music for them.
and one hasn't looked up from his gameboy since he dropped his guitar.
The chicks come flocking any time now.
(--Drew Steile)
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[10 Mar 2005|05:57pm] |
DANCE! TOO MUCH BOOTY IN THE PANTS!
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[02 Feb 2005|08:22pm] |
( the stallion )
open the door
and warm your hands
begin to ask your
self for plans
it’s cold outside
and traffic’s a mess
your hair’s not dried
you’re barely dressed
you shift to drive
morning’s cruel
adam is on
his way to school
How is everybody?
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[12 Jan 2005|08:40pm] |
isn't he cuttte?
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[05 Jan 2005|10:49pm] |
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[28 Dec 2004|10:14am] |
YOUR RESERVATION:
Date: TUESDAY, DECEMBER 28
Flight Number: NW0459
Departs: MEMPHIS, TN (MEM), 28DEC at 628P
Arrives: MPLS/STPAUL, MN (MSP), 28DEC at 835P
Class: L
Seats: UNASSIGNED
Equipment: 756
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[26 Dec 2004|01:54pm] |
my pappy says son you gonna drive me to drinkin'
if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod lincoln.
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[23 Dec 2004|10:59pm] |
I cut my first stencil.
It took like, 3 hours.
My hand wants to die.
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[20 Dec 2004|09:57pm] |
I think I might start updating this more often because I spent like two hours doing a layout for it. hahaha. that's ridiculous.
anyways, I think I would really like to quit my band. but I'm not quite sure how to go about doing that, Ryan left his $200 microphone and voice effects (yea) at my house, though, so I can't exactly just disappear. yet. at the last show that we played together four kids came up to me afterwards and told me that I was too good for this band and we were horrible. I'm finding playing with them to be both really frustrating and really boring. At the second to last show we played together, I played probably my best and James or Dylan fucked up (I couldn't hear either of them) and Ryan was crying about his girlfriend dumping him five minutes before we played or something. what a pussy. and seriously, I'm already mad at myself for talking about this like it's actually a problem that concerns me. it really isn't. I thought someone might come up with a creative way to quit or something, though. so please do.
uhm. I like Christmas shopping but I'm running out of money and people to buy presents for. you spoiled kids, you.
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