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today's been a career day,
futures made and fortunes lost,
as i'm standing in the lobby
waiting for the elevator to take me away
up to nine or ten... maybe eleven
the sound of sirens fading
as she whispers in my ear
shes saying... its to late to wish success
so get undressed and please just come to bed
Cause im the last real thing you've got
your cursed by all ambitious thought
is that you've got?
As for you, you've spun a story
like a spider spins a web.
see thats a metaphor, no wait a simile
i'm still learnin but i think i'm getting better
i'm not tortured, how are you ever going to relate
I've been condemned by those i love
wishing me the worst as i try my best
but shes the last real thing i've got
i'm cursed by all ambitions thoughts
Close your eyes...
And cover, cover your ears...
for the end is near.
but the beginning is here.
In with the outro, and out with the old
In with the outro, and out with the old
In with the outro, and out with the old
im gonna tie all the lose ends i once broke
In with the outro, and out with the old
we're preparing for failure, its what we've been told
In with the outro, and out with the old
there's nothing to offer, so nothings been sold
In with the outro, and out with the old
forgive me and give me just one chance to fold
In with the outro, and out with the old
theres nothing to lose, when theres nothing to hold
In with the outro, and out with the old
so just forget the noise in the room,
the void in your heart
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the atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how:
the clouds above opened up and let it out.
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
when the water filled every hole.
and thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
making islands where no island should go.
oh no.
those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
the rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forever more.
the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
it seems farther than ever before
oh no.
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Jan. 19th, 2009 @ 06:19 pm
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I've had one of those, man I wanna post something moments. But really, I have nothing to post about. Just got home late last night from SC. Didn't really sleep last night. Now I'm just kinda here...
I dunno. I just feel anxious. its unnerving. |
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holy crap,
I'm posting again. Though, I'm sure its due to the late hour and the gin and tonic. Its pretty late right now, no one is online. its pretty quiet on the interweb and in this house. At the moment, I'm in SC. It seems like a I travel lots and lots. Though, I don't do it quite as much as I used to. I miss my random trips to NC and other states. it was alot of fun.
Life just bleh. I'm still working on the mush from last entry. |
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ok so I ended up getting swayed into posting in this thing.
sick huh?
Anyway, this is how this works. I was given a letter by the infamous Kahla, and I must say what that letter means to me. The you guys respond. And I supposedly give you a letter. Got it? Good. Lets go!
"C is for Crazy"
Commit this to Memory (Motion City Soundtrack): Probably the album of my life right now. not 100% sure why. It just hits the right... chord? hehe.
Camera: I need a new camera. My old camera is about to die. Its had a good 5 years... but it needs to be laided to rest.
Coffee: TRIPLE VENTI PEPPERMENT WHITE MOCHA! I want some coffee right now. Back in December, Dell realized all i needed to sell the fuck out of computers was starbucks coffee and cigarette breaks.
Cigarettes: They keep me awake, when need be.
Chicken: By far my favorite food. Yeah, crazy I am. But I love chicken and you should too.
Cellular Phone: I love my phone. People should call it more. It even tells me when my server is acting funny. How many phones will do that??
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Can't do things right: thats right I cant do things right
Computers: Yeah I sell computers left and right. I'm way too good at it.
Cantalopes: My favorite Melon.
Car Keys: I carry way too much stuff on my key chain.
Well life is has been... pretty damned interesting. IRB is doing great. None of you livejournal people go to it anymore. After the end of Brink, I probably wouldnt. But I'm happy. Those of you in the IRB family, I'm glad to have you. Its great when no one argues.
Thanks for a Drama Free IRB. |
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we're going down down in an earlier round. and sugar we're going down swining. I'll be your number one with a bullet, a loaded gun complex cock it and pull it.
damn, thats so catchy.
I've been procuring more and more music. Damn people and their influence on me. I even listen to this stuff at work.... to the annoyance of my coworkers.
Oh well. I really never know what to write in these things. Probably because I'm so used to letting things be done by others. I remember back in the day, I used to update IRB every fucking day. things were crazy back then.
I'll just continue my enjoyable night here on my porch. Thank god for wireless internet.
shew.
Aug. 22nd, 2005 @ 11:10 pm
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ok so yeah... ive been gone from live journal for a long long long time. i guess its because I am old. Getting old is the name of the game. I have never been one to divulge details about my life in an internet journal. Hell, I dont even do it on IRB. Yep thats right kiddies, the beautiful website itself, imreallybored.com. 100% of you who read this probably know that I run it. So I suppose i should divulge a little drama which is typical of the IRB Lifestyle.
we have some unnamed parties
unnamed female party #1
unnamed male party #2
unnamed female party #3
unnamed male party #4
Ok, the names have been changed to protect from STD's.
So... unnamed female party #1 likes unnamed male party #2. ok, thats fine and dandy. Love is a beautiful thing. Then unamed male party #2 falls for unnamed female party number #4. This is quite unexpected. So unnamed female party #1 feels scorned. TO ADD to this. We have unnamed male party number #4 who has liked both unnamed female parties. And thus apparently hates unnamed male party #2 for his thwarting of unnamed male party #4 from getting a girl. Both unnamed female parties are annoyed by unnamed male party #4.
Now that makes perfect sense right? I have no idea. Its a pretty delicate situation. I think I should write a book one day. I will make goobles of money. Thats right, i said goobles. I am the one. I make up silly words at 7:39 am, while still in bed feeling like shit.
So, one last thing.
1. Reply with your name and I will write something random about you.
2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I will pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I will tell you my first memory of you.
6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll then ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. Put this in your own journal.
yeah i kinda said i would do this. Holy hell... i just updated my live journal. hell has indeed frozen over.
Aug. 18th, 2005 @ 07:29 am
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looks like i have to go face my advisor and get the information i need to graduate. ... Graduation. I dont want to graduate. I'm happy in my little college world. I dont want to go out to the real world.
Do i have to?
Jan. 25th, 2005 @ 08:42 am
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you know its been a long time since ive talked in here. The last entry just seems so trivial. Today, hurt. It really did. I really dont want to go into the details of it. Which you know, I usually don't do anyway. I tend to fall into myself when I feelings like this. I guess its because sometimes the only person I feel I can really count on is myself. And thats probably true in a lot of cases. I know im not alone. I know I have people that love and care for me.
I'll just deal with this. Probably shouldnt have said anything anyway.
the endem.
Jan. 16th, 2005 @ 11:01 pm
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You know. There are few people in the world that I hate. In fact, most people on this website can list off the people I hate with out any trouble at all. Of course, I'm not going to mention any names, because I'm not the most horrible person in the world. But I would like to mention a few things about what it actually takes for me to hate someone.
First of all, you have to betray me, usually several times. Most the time, I'm pretty good at forgiving people that stab me in the back. However, it takes a special kind of back stabbing to make me hate you. That kind of backstabbing is pretty serious. Backstabbing like that requires a mass amount of people. And a sad attempt to get them all to dislike me.
Second of all, you have to make me feel horrible about myself. Even go as far as to make me hate myself. Very few people get close enough to me to be able to do that. Usually it comes from someone I implicitly trust. Very Very few people have ever done something like that to me. Most of my worst enemies wouldnt even do something like that. However it has been done... But thats still not enough to make me hate you.
Third of all, you have to attempt to destroy friendships I have with people. Which also includes attacking IRB. When you go as far as to get the people I love to hate me. You have really really really try to get people to hate me. The people I respect. The people that i Love.
It's almost impossible to make me hate someone. It takes the combination of those three things to drive me to hate someone. And to this day only one person has pushed me to that level. Has another? I suppose we'll soon find out...
Sep. 15th, 2004 @ 09:45 pm
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