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Thursday, 12 June 2008

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    Spiderland
    By Slint
    Washer
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    I seriously don't know what to do.

    Well so my mom wants my head on a fucking steak because I got 3 D's on my finals. I got great grades for the 4 quarters but the mid-terms and finals suck the big one on my part. I'm too lazy to study and apply myself, so my mom freaks the fuck out whenever I do something bad, like if I get a detention, she wants me to write an apology letter. Excuse the language but I am really pissed off at her and just I can't take her shit, and she probably can't take mine anymore. She did say she wants to run/drive away and get away from us, Me, my sister, and Step-dad. To think of it, running away sounds like a great idea, I actually am considering doing it for a day/weekend, to really let her get a fucking reality check that its not the end of the world if I get a D, not an F on a test.

    I'll be sure to let you guys know if I actually do decide to run away for a day or so. I really am getting tired of this life, all I do is get bitched at for my wrong doings. I am actually enjoying most aspects of life, but right now I guess my mom thinks I should be working my ass off, and trust me. I know when I need to focus and get my head on straight.

    I'm just going to play it(life) by ear and let life marvel's unravel when they want to,

    Take care everyone, make good decisions and keep it reaaaal hah peace out.



Sunday, 25 May 2008

  • Mother fucking ipod. I had this whole god damn essay and a half written for this webblog that was deep as shit. Ahhhhhh Jesus this sucks. I'm just sitting here watching Forrest Gump and enjoying time pass me by which is one of the many joys in life. And a very good quote by the Smiths is from the song "Still Ill" it goes "Does the mind rule the body or does the body rule the mind?" I love that because its a great quote and I ponder that a lot. My other point that was in my god damn essay was that I have a wild imagination and I don't know if it keeps me sane or makes me up insane. Like if I'm imagining that I'm happy but I'm really not? I want to know the answer to these questions and find out why I was placed on this earth and what is my sole duty as a person. Also I would like to find a girl that I could talk about anything with, from really deep moral and life shit to goody stuff like our everyday routines that are obscure or weird hah or maybe our OCD tendencies hah I know I got plenty of them.

    Well take care err body, I know that's cheessy as fuck, but I'm dead serious ha.

Thursday, 22 May 2008

  • Suspendedddd

    Hai guys. Just a quick update. I have been suspended from our school for "attempting to start a food fight." I threw a goddamn Apple Wedge. Whatever, You only live once, You might as well enjoy it while it lasts. I'm grounded for 2 weeks in my room, so I wont be able to update.

    I think im going to go watch Forrest Gump or some other inspirational movie. hah, take care everyone.



    ^^Its probably one of the greatest pieces of music I have listened to, Check it out, its Spiderland by Slint.

Friday, 02 May 2008

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    Siamese Dream
    By Smashing Pumpkins
    Mayonnaise
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    I like this picture, a lot.

    I have recently been listening to a lot of Smashing Pumpkins and I have come across my favorite song by them, and possibly one of my favorites in a long time. Its called "Mayonnaise."


    " Fool enough to almost be it
    And cool enough to not quite see it
    And old enough to always feel this
    Always old, I'll always feel this

    No more promise no more sorrow
    No longer will I follow
    Can anybody hear me
    I just want to be me
    When I can, I will
    Try to understand
    That when I can, I will"


    Awesome. Well anyways, I recommend you guys check it out or something, yada I mean? Well recently life has taken its toll and started being goofy again and fucking with my emotions and whatnot. I really don't know what I want to do with my life or anything else along those lines of growing up. I don't want to grow up. I have nightmares/intense fear for death, yet I am quite curious. Though I hate the concept of not knowing what happens when you die, it interests me a lot.


    Which sort of brings me to my next topic of discussion, I really do not know what the meaning of life is. I want to find a real purpose on this earth and want to be able to really want to live for once. I have thought a lot about it in my solum loneliness, which is how i spend most of my time these days.


    This is a relatively short entry but i thought i would give you guys a quick update and not too make you think I died or something with that last entry, I was just feeling abnormally melancholy.


    I still want to find the American Dream or where the real wind blows. Maybe one of these days I'll find the perfect person for me that will gravitate my feelings about life. Its a definite possibility.


    Take Care everyone and make Good Decisions, peace out.

Thursday, 27 March 2008

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    Mr. Beast
    By Mogwai
    Travel Is Dangerous
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    Suicidal Thoughts





    When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
    Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
    It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
    Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
    God will probably have me on some real strict shit
    No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
    Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
    Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
    All my life I been considered as the worst
    Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
    Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
    I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
    She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
    Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
    I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
    Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
    My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
    Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
    I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
    Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
    And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
    I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
    The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
    I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
    I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
    Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
    You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
    Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
    Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
    People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
    My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
    She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
    I reach my peak, I can't speak,
    call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
    I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
    matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.


    Take Care everyone. Just a lil update, I'm feeling lazy and tired.

Friday, 21 March 2008

Wednesday, 12 March 2008

  • Currently Listening
    Cydeways: The Best of the Pharcyde
    By The Pharcyde
    "Passin' Me By" and "Oh Shit"
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    Off To Never-Never Land.





    This for some reason reminds me of my father, haha. But anyways, This friday for Spring Break I will be spending the majority of ym time at ym fathers house in Florida, Miami to be exact."OH MY GOD, MIAMI. LIKE SOUTH BEACH< OOOH MY LOOORDDDD." Most people go crazy and become quite envious of that. But it really is boring as shit. Not to be confused with spending time with my seconds family, just that I don't know a single person down there and it is usually boring a sshit, when i'm not with my dad or step-mom/siblings.


    Its a nice break from this place. I call it place because "it" can't really be defined, it is just so weird and goofy and unique I just can't call it Pennsylvania/Unionville/West Chester, what-the-fuck-ever, you get the point.


    So I will be leaving Friday and getting back on Thursday, I don't really have a computer down there, so I can't update, but when I get back. I'll hit you guys all up. Peace Out and Take Care, got that?

    Oh yeah, make good fucking decisions people.

Tuesday, 11 March 2008

  • Currently Listening
    The Essential Bob Dylan (Rm) (2CD)
    By Bob Dylan
    Mr. Tambourine Man
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    I suggest You all Life Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven.

    There are so many kids in this place I live that are so stupid. And deserve a royal shlumping from the Prime Minister himself of fucking Nova Scotia. So theres this kid, Derek Emlet...He is the epitome of ignorant. God he is such a little shit.

    He is just an asshole, I don't want to make this a blog for venting, but this kid is killing me.

    I officially have come to the conclusion that Mr. Tambourine Man is one of the greatest songs of our time, and it should be considered holy. It has so many good lines/verses it is killing me, its like a song for the lonely people In my opinion. I don't know. That is barely making any sense, I'm just blabbering which is something I often do, like just randomly need to because so many random thoughts are going through my head, its like a race-car track, well at least as fast as the cars. but I need to get out of my house more, I just sit around and "veg" out listening to music and shit like that.

    It may seem easy, but it really isn't. I'm way too afraid of what the rest of life has in store for me, so I just sit in my house. Its so annoying, I want to experience what destiny/life has in store for me, But i can't get over the fact that people are way to judgmental about each other, but there are some really great people that know whats up and are the coolest people I know and are seriously just great people. There are only like 2 in my grade, the rest are Older or younger. Which is also another weird thing. I rarely get along with people that are in my grade level, if I do they are the people I find most interesting/normal and the most purest example of a good person. I wish more people's genes were modeled after those in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. Not necessarily mentally challenged or autistic, but more so just great people under the skin and know how to spot a real leader when they see one, and change their entire perspective on life by the power of one mans natural personality when exposed to it. Some people have said that about me, I have a great personality and am a one of a kind, but I don't want to sound like I'm praising myself, when I know there is somethings wrong with me. Very wrong.

    Goodnight everyone, well actually just you Kara, since you are the only subscriber and people looking at this, haha. Take Care.

    P.S. You are one of the people in my grade that I feel are great people and have a clear perspective on what is yet to come in the future.
     
    P.S.S. The picture is an album cover for the band Godspeed You! Black Emperor. It is one of the most influential albums I have heard, just greatness wrapped up into a paper CD holder with wrapping on it. Absolutely Marvelous.
  • Currently Listening
    You, You're a History in Rust
    By Do Make Say Think
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    Wow

    So here is my xanga page. Mediocre at best eh? Well I should probably write more, I have the talent but the restrictions of school. I can write well when I can write about anything I damn well please. My favorite and most inspirational writer is Hunter S. Thompson. He knew what fate had in store for him and he couldn't care. He went out with suicide, but After years of drug use and other shit, it was coming.

    The thing that sets him apart is how much he went through in life and some how stayed strong and was able to make nothing out of something, god that man is amazing.

    Goodbye for now, expect more in the future. A lot more, especially about stupid shit with school which is like a fucking warzone, I hate that shit like chicken pot pie, and vegetables, forget that non-sense.

    The thing I hate about school is that I have to hide myself from everybody. I have to pretend I'm something I'm not, and that shit gets old. Its wasted fucking talent. Oh lord I can't wait to get out of here, drugs haven't helped in making time pass faster, what a crying shame.

    Peace and take care.

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