| the stone fox and me. Jusqu' ici tout va bien. |
[Nov. 13th, 2005|11:05 am] |
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| | FFAF | ] |
To Dudes and dudettes, ladies and gentleman of the jury.. the holy messiah..??!
ok i won't get too heavy because i know i tend to ramble alot on this thing, but thought it was due time for an update, but i'll try and make it short nonetheless.i said try!
woah it feels weird typing on this thing and i can't remember what to say. i think this is the part where i update everyone on whats been going on? ah mind block.
umm.. i know i'll talk about my last entry, yeah well its funny who you meet just when you're not looking, and then they find you. or i think its more a case of parallel beings radiating towards eachother. Whatever happened,in 17 days i will have left the smoke alone for 6 months! that deserves a woo.
woo.
Which is bloody amazing considering the dudes im with at the moment (no offense to them, you make your own lifestyle choices..)Ooh thats not thats not to say that i have been all good, but i basically was until last week, one night of 'guilty pleasure'..yuck, that sounds gross. and i don't want to put it like that because i think it romanticizes the whole notion of the drug which it shouldn't, as they are definitely a waste of time and money. but thats my thought on it now anyway.
the whole time i was w-i-r-e-d i was thinkin i dont like this.i dont like this. and then..im in love. but thats what it does and im glad im able to come out of myself and say hey, this isnt real.and yknow what its bad. way too much aggression for my liking. i was ready to sucker punch a skirt, but was too busy glaring at the entire room
so last weeks slip was a stark contrast from what ive actually been up to, as in trying to pass a degree, pretending to be a cool film student 'no that was an EXTREME close up asshole!..dude you and i both know Tarantino was so 1990s..', going to church (why not..?but this Krishna thing has kinda got me too), doing some sport (purely for selfish reasons of wanting to look HOTT), volunteering (which is quite fun, and puts things in perspective don't ya know. Always been interested in homeless peeeps, if that doesnt sound too weird..so though i might as well help at this shelter.) and age concern training (not sure if its for selfish reasons..i thought because i don't spend nearly enough time with my nan, and never knew either of my grandfathers..) anyway so far so good.
its definitely one of those, stuff i meant to do but didnt get round to doing periods..which i reckon is pretty good, haha i attempted to play football with the ladies team lol, i am shiite! they all have names like Kev..
so the people in the library know my name. hah. yep im a geek, but you HAVE to watch the films there, you can't take them out! what can i do? thats my excuse anyway. Also the lack of peeps to hang out with..what else is there to do? 1st years are on a different wave length, 2nd years already have their mates..peeps in my flat have their own stuff. lol, its funny tho they put me in a flat with a lesbian pothead though, (im sorry but if thats not coincidence, or dare i say the F word what is..?) ahh the first few nights were a bit tricky..and felt a bit antisocial with my pleas of NOOO but its alright. so theres just me.
guess its lucky i met these peeps when i did then..
..yeah the stone fox. i don't think age matters, but i am a little dubious, definately a great character but i feel a bit bad, cos i can hang out in the woods then go back to my cosy digs, and i don't want to go too deeply into this because it feel like im talking behind his back, but the hole H thing..i would try to sort it out. hell of a lot easier said then done i know. and im very cynical about... but anyway no he seems like a sound guy, but i just wonder what really happened thats all. hey everyone has their story. im gonna probe when i get back..
i am going to end up being miss-anti drug. ahh! i dont like to hear him coughing so much at night thats all.
just thinkin this whole high and mighty stuff might be destroyed in 17 days..so dont take me too literally although im trying! but still curious..
ok running out of stuff to say, that'll be it then, hope everyone is having a sound time wherever you are! sorry to hear about the stuff going on in France..but from what peeps have said they're coping. take care anyway
cheers,
later dudes xxxxx
p.s some things dont ever change do they? heh. mrs 'content' also now looks a bit too wide eyed.
au revoir :) |
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| and it blows |
[Sep. 30th, 2005|01:42 am] |
happiness is free. god, you can get it anywhere, so im out on my own looking for it, and it costs about 7 quid, and its there. the lights on the floor turn into hearts, dove herts, cos when they fall in love its only once. and forever. so the lights are on the floor and he's dancing and im dancing.and he says yea nothing on him but he can sort you out with a spliff..and im dancing for what seems like hours, and hours and hours just for a spliff.
i blame the creative writing soc for these nonsensical writings. im typing louder than a heartbeat, my heartbeat cos it beats so slowo, and ive nevwr loved, wont,ever, and i blame this for a wonderful night
the lights turn into pictures,, of love of leaves, oh beautiful leaves, and i want to whispeer 'we may die tommoroow'
and here goers the faint echo again. thud.thud. my heartbeat, the keyboad. my life. this last word
and my spine it tingles, some misfortune of an operation, its not right but i know it'll kepp me warm for just tonght. and it tickles too.
and a wonderful night, and i say nay, go out looking for happinss it might be free.
amd its sad to be enlightened is to fail. success bulds fire to the flames.bonfire night and im blind. and i wont remember this tommorrow. |
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| lady electric. |
[Sep. 25th, 2005|07:29 am] |
look look im up already! thats motivation for you! actually why am i on the computer then i should be sortin out stuff! well i just thought im not very good at updating my livejournal, when i first started it the plan was to update at least once a week its more like once every few months now well ive updated twice already this month go me! ok so im up, im awake, and im motivated. everythings more or less sorted and packed now, ah exeter lets see how it goes..
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| we'll float around |
[Sep. 14th, 2005|07:12 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | cant decide what to listen to. | ] |
Hello stanger.
ive got to figure out how to merge journals or somthing but i like this one anyway so in the meantime...
its that time of the year already!this time last year i think i was packing for Brum, or was i there already? anywhoo that doesnt really matter right now.
so i bought a 'Frenchcore' CD which is basically music from the French metal scene, not bad, not bad. The fashion..so yep it maybe a little eccentric at times ( eg whats going in with old ladies and bright red hair) but the funny thing is the French can actually more or less pull it off. I saw alot of guys with long hair wearing hairbands. hott.and its all about the little side bag things which seem too small to put anything in and too big for nothing.
I like the sleveless tops with all the little pearl buttons going down the back, the dominatrix-esque leather boots (ahem) with the pointed toes, which turn up at the top, and the whispy skirts that make you look like your floating.
ok, so if i got to stay id probably be writing a list about what i wasnt liking.
We were all packed to go, and the night before i left found out that i got 32%, a measley 8% between me and LA fRance. My Godfather said something about fate wanting me to go make films which was sweet. but then he was quite drunk. ah dont think i can escape it then.
We went anyway tho cos had to drop off Tam in Lyon, just got back yesterday actually, i dossed around France for a week or so. Wow it was boiling so i lay in the sun. went exploring round the campus, and made funny faces at people when they asked me a question 'um je suis anglaise!!' haha try carrying a TV on the French tram system v funny, but looks like tams settling in now, and an English person moved in accross the corridor from her so shes happier.
i should start sorting out this uni stuff now then. Britain is boring and i keep waking up with French in my head, i look at stuff and subconsciously try to translate it. i think they should let people go to France anyway cos without a doubt your bound to improve when your totally submerged in a language. my opinion.
r-e-w-i-n-d
on a happier note i got to see ms garside and chums at the compass point festival in cardiff :)
apart from that summer wasnt too fun . revised, cancelled leeds festival and my holiday with cat(she was not happy) cos thought wasnt the best idea, as revision important etc.blah.
he painted his face blue cos he went mad, and he just accidently killed his girlfriend:
i think i did actually go crazy at one point, but my parents went for the 'you just want someone to blame for your resits' thing and that was even before i took them. im going on a bit this is not important really.
(HOLD ON I WANT TO EDIT THIS COS IT SOUNDS TOO SAD)
um i miss the sweet oblivion of wretched obsessions bastard tears. you're probably thinkin who died and made you baudelaire? the absurdidity of life etc etc well for your information he died along time ago. vive moi! les fleurs du mal.
if you want time wasters drugs are a good place to start. thats why you cant even remember what day it is, or even what month..what year....so its mid september? clean for months.dude.
god this house is empty. the 'rents are out making a living, not sure where dads gone he left way too fucking early.
IT took a grand total of 25 minutes of meeting him to get that feeling again. He didnt have to say much. Its basically the oppositte of that feeling you get when you're really excited, like butterflies in your stomach, or when your really happy. it feels like butterflies but its more along the lines of angry and sad all mixed together.
**we'll float around, hang out on clouds, then we'll come down, have a hang over, have a hangover ** -dumb
thanks for letting me vent, bye for now xxx |
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| How many fates turn around in the overtime, Ballerinas that have fins that you'll never find... |
[Jun. 29th, 2005|03:16 pm] |
Hello, hello, hello..
woah its been ages. So we dropped off 'the prodigal's daughter' as the 'rents like to call her to the airport this morning, this week its China, and she 'unfortunately' has to spend 4hrs either way in Amsterdam for her flight connecting to China/ Cardiff!
Oh My God i am being mocked by satan and his fiery ass.
Y'know what, i would probably end up 'forgetting' to get on my connect flight to China and staying in amsterdam for 3 weeks.seriously. For fuck sake who in the right mind would throw away the chance to go to China for Amsterdam theres no comparison! (me thinks i doth protest too much..)i hope i wouldnt do that really.
ok so i didnt realise how 'anti-drugs' my dad was (not that i thought he would be Mr weed man or anything haha!) until this morning, driving back from the airport there was an argument on the radio about drug testing in schools. God he got soooo mad, it was pretty scary really, ranting on about all these kids doing drugs etc. i reassured myself he was probably just having a diabetic turn, haha that sounds bad.. and maybe he didnt feel so passionate about it, but don't think he was. It was pretty surreal arguing about drugs with my dad, my argument was if 'people' are going to do them, then they are going to do them.period. And that was it.
I think drug testing in schools is an ok idea too though.
Then we saw this woman with grey scraggly hair, wearing a tattered jacket which was literally falling apart, clutching plastic bags full of who knows what, just kind of wondering the streets, looking lost. i was thinking oh dear thats gonna be me..I tried to convince him that maybe she was just a hippie and its the 'fashion' but he wasnt buying it. After muttering 'what is wrong with this world, how do people get like that..'he sighed, and continued to shout at the radio. Then i felt bad.
"Will i ever get to where i'm going, if i do will i even know..."
So procrastinate as i will, once again im back to insisting 'things will be different, and proclamations of 'i will stop (insert sin here)' etc. The plan is to work like a bad ass mutha all summer and PASS my exams. If not for me at least for my mum.
"The defeatist"
If it doesnt work out, then.. it will suck. i will become a junkie, and live in a box. not literally, the box will be imaginary, around me and the world and i'll float around forever, with illusions of happy smiles and friendly glances, mansions and gourmet food. happy families.but in reality i will receive only looks of disgust, awkwardness, hepatitis and maybe rabies. like, i shouldnt tempt fate though..i think im going to stop believing in that, cos it scares me. Anyway it won't be the end of the world.no one is dead.
No not really,that was a bad joke. what i meant to say is if it doesnt work out the back up plan is under way, looking into different unis and courses etc. The deadline is tomorrow.
All in all why would i throw it all away? Stuff which has been in the back of mind for far too long now is too damn scary, i shouldnt even contemplate that crap now. SO... bring on 2015, wonder what i'll be doing then,i bet evertything will be sorted by then. Maybe i'll be married.
" the clicking of time.."
Woah i wonder what everyones going to be doing in 10 years time. 2015. 30 years old. Well theres certainly going to be a kick ass doctor/ make up artist/dermatologist, an ally mcbeal-esque lawyer (hopefully without the anorexia and more screwing but in a sophisticated lawyeress type way), and an eco warrior princess among peeps i know/used to know...
will any of us stay in contact or even recognise eachother in 10yrs!?? ok its starting to sound soppy now.
well i hope everyone's just happy.
things i have learnt/ found out this year:
1. It is possible to be sick in the back of a taxi without the driver noticing at least twice.
2. Drugs are 'bad' (see note)
(theres bad bad and good bad, just like there's good good and bad good)Only in moderation though.
3. 7 tequila, 8 tequila, 9 tequila, floor.
4. I can't remember.( see point 2)
5. 'you don't know what you've got till its gone'.. yeah yeah i know.
6. I have never been in love, but it does exist.
7.trendies are able to maintain a certain persona, CV includes high pitched squealing and a patented 'bop' suitable for all occasions and music styles, preferably indie rock. 'cos we're 'sooo alternative 'ah-woa-uh-oh'
9.7 caps of Ib only makes you drowsy
10. The discourse used to refer to the stereotypical image of the 'native' is called post-colonial discourse.interesting stuff.so now you know..
And Last but not least
11.Nothing is fab, or Fresh.
so thats the end, it was fun, it was cool.. bring on 2015.
- If the wind blew me in the right direction..would i even care..
i would
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| La nouvelle vague!! |
[Apr. 19th, 2005|08:07 pm] |
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| | Willy Mason on da radio | ] |
Salut! oops j'ai oublie de 'Live journal'...! cos ive been doing so much revisin of course ;)
yay mum got the job,sooo glad she got it cos she works soooo damn hard! wooohoooo
La ciel- de rien!
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| this song's called scarlet fever, its about beating up your girlfriend. |
[Mar. 22nd, 2005|03:54 pm] |
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i don't want to loooooose yoooooou
but its too late anyway.
'and the hills are alive with celibate cries.'
so apparently i annoyed peeps last nite cos i left my bloody radio on. so that confirms it, im actually going mad then. me forgetting music is like me forgetting to put any clothes on. so yeah last night i was very naked.
strip baby strip cos your daddy is watching
did baby strip just for me?
did baby strip cos you know shes worth nothing
did baby strip......
waiting for this night to open my eyes.
become the sky.
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| pills, aromas and someone elses bed? |
[Mar. 18th, 2005|10:34 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none....... | ] |
oh god. i still feel sick, but thats ok, im home now so thats good.my head hurts though.yesterday was interestin but i didnt get to see Bobs lady man though, but got to see everyone else again which was cool, and of course they played gwen.oh for the record she kissed me first..its not one of those oh but actually i did this blah blah blah i went to kiss her blah blah things it was one of those lal la la standing in the queue minding my own business, waitin for a pint, and then out of nowhere..there it is. so yeah that was weird.
but after that yep i definately take part/some/all of the blame for the preceeding events.damn hands. if i had an extra 2.50 i would have been home free, or i could have walked home maybe hah..nooo dont think so i would have died. so yeah it was my only option, ah well i was good. although i puked, and the house had a certain european feel to it. i liked the portraits on the wall.. oh Renoir and Van Gough, how cultured! but you know what they say about gay men and their style. pity about the lesbians...but thats all bullshit if you ask me...heh.
but anyway i have decided that im blowing things out of proportion,nothing ACTUALLY happened, except i shouldnt have done the whole morning hungover/sober thing-damn not again!!if all else fails i will emigrate to egypt, and sell hats. If that fails i will become a 'free the heterosexual ducks' campaigner, arguing the physical and emotional turmoil that many ducks must endure... oh god im a duck.
but..10 points for the fight club posters and of course the no doubt ones, but would have been more if it was old skool gwen.
ok,stay safe, the biggest killer of 16-25 yr old males is themselves,peace,love,and no more lesbian whores...
become the sky
- i always knew you could never chop off my hands.
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| she's got a head rush in her pocket. |
[Feb. 8th, 2005|12:11 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | placebo.yep yep. | ] |
im brushing my teeth.i think.yeah there's definitley a toothbrush in my mouth.
i had rehearsals for the dance show all weekend.i don't like dancing.well that kind of 'dancing' anyway. so i'm goin to be on a stage with people looking at me 'getting down with my bad self'... as they say. Do you know when you can't remember how you even started anything, but its here, and now,and its happened, and its about to happen again, and because you can't remember how it started in the first place,you don't know how, or really why to stop it?Thats what its like.
im only doing it because i don't want to, and if i wanted to do it,i wouldn't.
Woah band i auditioned for last year was on popworld, oh dear.guess its funny really. this is my laughing face ---> : /
'i fall down,hit the ground, make a heavy sound.'
what stash?
become the sky
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| My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon...i could burst a million bubbles. |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|03:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cool... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Radiohead-The bends...duh. | ] |
so... yep. i am great. some more randomness.
Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell
-my iron lung
i kiss the stars and wave goodbye. I guess it was good while it lasted. and we'll never do it agian...at least until the next time.
become the sky
xx |
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| Self esteem- unadulterated bliss.sex, lies, and videotape... |
[Jan. 18th, 2005|07:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pissed off | ] |
| [ | music |
| | freddy boy. aka red cap- 3 dolar bill | ] |
so,had a film screening today of Jean Renoirs French classic 'La regle du jeu', for European Cinema class. hmm.define classic.
Bring back neo-fucking realism. unknowingly scathing the edges of reality and fiction, a 'melange' if you will. you know its a good film when you want to fuck at least two of the main protagonists. Many will disagree but i would've had both Ferdinand and Marrianne....
Jean Luc Godard knew what he was talking about, Pierrot le fou definately rocks.
" Ferdinand tries to escape from a lifestyle constricted by the rituals of advertising, into a world of travel, art, gangsterism, and a passionate love affair. His escapism can only lead to his own self destruction."- Eric Rhode (if he were two he would deservedly be called geniau.)
ok,thats your education for the day.
Too gay or not too gay, THAT is the question.
'Hold on to your chastity
These eyes sparkle insincerity
Halo slips down her laddered tights
Hold on babe,
Don’t put up a fight.
Who cares who sees what tonight?' -A rat.
wow,slobn'fairy is BACK. thats all you're gettin im afraid.
i could float here forever.
become the sky.
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| The cool night air is curious... |
[Dec. 30th, 2004|03:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | got milk??? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | frankie goes to hollywood- the power of love | ] |
Just a 'quick' update.
Christmas was ok.
on a 'lighter note'
woah found out D means overdraft on my bank statement, so i am literally in-the-shit as ive been in my overdraft since the start of november and didnt realise. i couldn't understand why my money kept going up and up and up...haha. Ah well.
so met up with cat and rain yesterday, ah the good 'ol days- wandering the streets of cardiff aimlessly, brings back foggy memories.Rain is still juggeling...and cat is still,cat.
so yep thats it really, trying not to suffocate under mounds of work scattered over my room-somehow did 3 essays in 3 days, and now im burning out..but only 1 more to do.
and oh yeah i remembered my first dream in MONTHS, on tuesday.yay!! Ok so in my dream i got shot, and they put me on this bed and they wouldnt resuscitate me because they said i was buyin crack and worthless, but yay i remembered it.yay.yay. see drugs are bad.heh.
oh my god im happy, thought id better write it down just in case.
oh yeah and my cats not insane anymore!!shes allergic to cat food or somethin so she now has to eat the cat version of bran flakes everday.ahh bless.maybe thats what i need. bran flakes damn it!
ok well happy new year all
and play nice.
xx |
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| Fairytale of New York. Pretty flowers. Wilting.sour. |
[Dec. 22nd, 2004|08:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | doo doo doo doooo.remix. doo de doo de doooo- amazin. | ] |
Ok time to start making sense...
so i've just got back, woah how did it get to 9 0'clock?? time flies when you're..having fun.
my Sis and mum keep going on about bloody flowers that need to go on top of the TV for a christmas 'center piece', what the fuck? i don't really get it. Thought it was suppose to be fun.
Ahh withdrawal.
I'm Ok..
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me..
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
- The Pogues and Kirsty McColl,Fairytale Of New York.
Merry Christmas all.
become the sky
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| when you went away, a year ago, last christmas... |
[Dec. 21st, 2004|06:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | okay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | busted- she wants to be me- heheh | ] |
Good evening, good morning. and good night.
So... i finally made it back home...wasn't as hard as i thought it would be (just close your eyes and jump...), have to remember not to look down, but what can i say?, i'm an adrenaline junkie, so i guess i'll be keeping one eye open.heh. Thought i'd be polite and text the tree today..actually i'm just kidding myself it wasn't out of politeness, or to fulfill some kind of burning desire to engage in 'friendly banter', it was because i was missing him. Hmmm past tense.Was. Not was..i should say, eternally in your debt.I feel empty. So, it was purely for selfish reasons... really? Hello, Merry christmas, can i have my soul back please, thankyou very much, have a nice fucking life. Remember don't step on the cracks. I hope he doesn't. I'd drown in a thousand holes to save him.
ohoh there goes my Juliet complex again. I told him its not big and its not clever, and here i go doing the same thing.
Afraid it doesn't work like that.Luckily..or unfortunately.
But i got a reply which was nice-(severely underrated but over used word), he said something...What i want to know is, is this the beginning of some type of reconciliation, or am i just being hopeful. Actually i think optimism died a long time ago. Hey but blind hatred is back on form woohoo.
My own secret desires that will fade into eternity..and then nothingness,eventually. I hope. Wow i love empty spaces.
wow so indulgent...do another one. And im eating my cake too.
This sucks, im too crazy for this. But then don't flatter yourself with mockeries of insanity. Wouldn't that be an accomplishment? What is nirvana..
I don't care.
become the sky
xx
- but it becomes a creature,
that fantasises about its own demise.
p.s 'mrs okay mood lady' looks stoned..put it down man, you don't need it, damn it!!! |
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| i'm so into this whore..be afraid. |
[Dec. 19th, 2004|06:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | DEftones- Pink maggit | ] |
So yesterday we went out, eventually and basked in all the disasterous glory that is Subculture. No, i do actually love the place, with a passion. Just saw Charles, not literally but its in the line-up...was determined not too, but then fate whispered, and she said yes :( oh dear can see where this is going already. (how the hell did i end up here?-blah blahh.) Do not ponder in your own patheticness....its your own fault. Its the same... My heart is full of incoherence. I may be going home soon, seeing as it is christmas i guess.I'm strange, i would loive christmas if the bristles on the ferns didn't make me cry, only because i don't think i appreciate them enough.
Remember kids, a fern is for life, not just for christmas.. and just say no.
Happy fucking holidays.
-become the sky
xx |
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| born in the desert, been down for years |
[Dec. 18th, 2004|03:46 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | PJ Harvey-Working for the man | ] |
Well, i just did a bit of cleaning...and now am sat down eating, yes i did say- eating-woohoo, some tuna and pasta..starting to feel full already though and ive only had a few mouthfuls, still its a good start... Today has been quite strange, met guitar man, who shall remain nameless, and 'jammed' for a bit...but then he started dropping those hints..you know the ones.sigh. oh well i was good. good enough anyway. Going to Subculture tonight, yay, i think i'm going to be the angel of doom. Would rather be a shrub though, then i'd be on my knees, begging for mercy from the tree, but his head will be too high up to hear..or am i just too low down for him to hear me..or just too low to care????
hmm, ive never liked begging though.
hope everyone has good weekends..yay. Play nice.
xx
- For you i count my scars,
In you i taste God,
For you i am so hungry,
For you i bleed stars,
we must never be apart... |
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| Morning glory |
[Dec. 17th, 2004|01:33 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Placebo- commercial for Levi | ] |
Hellooo, and good morning...or afternoon. yay. Last night was great, actually the whole day was great really. spontanaeity is really the key (or is that Haemoglobin as Brian says) ummm.Placebo. Anyway went to see the Manic Street Preachers, and also got to see Charlie...not that i was missing him.sigh.
Oh well, thats it.
-sleep may be the enemy, but so's another line
serenity, you should take your time.. |
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| todays the day. |
[Dec. 16th, 2004|10:18 am] |
| [ | music |
| | change (in the house of flies) | ] |
so, just started live journal, not sure why..everyone keeps going on about it, hmm more excuses to stay glued to the computer screen and away from society..anyway no ranting today.
Good day, good morning, and good night.
xx |
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