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"I've found, telling you the truth, the hardest thing to get out: 'I know it wasn't you that made me feel this way.' Will it ever change? Or are we stuck here on our own?" -YC
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| Scoring hits and just plain scoring... |
[04 Sep 2007|07:44pm] |
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Something else I learned this summer: You cannot be abducted by aliens while using a Port-A-John.
Also...I feel the need to tell everyone that I have fallen completely head-over-heels in love with Elizabeth Imperiale. (And her bunny, Kentucky.) Lizzie-girl, you're great. *smooch* I love a girl who draws me French Kittens and Retry Monkeys and Wrong-Handed Cows. (They're the saddest.) It makes me sad that you live so far away from me right now.
Without you, I am like Mister Mister without Apollo-- pacing around my enclosure, snorting and sweating. I will come back to you soon, My Love.
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| Movie Trailers, Horse Trailers, and Living in Trailers |
[18 Aug 2007|09:31pm] |
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A few things I learned this summer:
1. Wipe your mouth when you're done.
2. The cheapest steaks in Wisconsin are far better than even the most expensive ones in New England. You cannot convince me otherwise.
3. The Baconator can sense fear.
4. Can he swing from a web? No he can't, he's a pig.
5. "Honeywagon" is exactly as terrible as it sounds.
6. Only we can resolve the age old conflict between the Knights and the Gladiators. (shudder)
7. The goose doesn't like it when the ducks have sex.
There you go.... a preview of what is to come in my next entry: Paragon Jousting "Totally Belgium!" Tour '07.
p.s. New Jersey sucks.
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[04 May 2007|04:28pm] |
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Had a great freakin' time last weekend! About to have a great freakin' time THIS weekend! And I get to do a show on my birthday. -ilovemyjob-
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| hero complex |
[24 Apr 2007|02:12pm] |
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Amid the seeming confusion of our mysterious world, individuals are so nicely adjusted to a system, and systems to one another and to a whole, that, by stepping aside for a moment, a man exposes himself to a fearful risk of losing his place forever.
-Nathaniel Hawthorne, "Wakefield"
I like that one a lot.
...with few characteristics to attract careless observers, yet bearing, in his whole aspect, the handwriting of no common fate, for such as have the skill to read it.
-Hawthorne, "Wakefield"
I've been doing a fair amount of reading lately. Re-reading, I guess. Getting back into my favorites.
It is requisite for the ideal artist to possess a force of character that seems hardly compatible with its delicacy; he must keep his faith in himself while the incredulous world assails him with its utter disbelief; he must stand up against mankind and be his own sole disciple, both as respects his genius and the objects to which it is directed.
-Hawthorne, "The Artist of the Beautiful"
Here's my favorite:
To persons whose pursuits are insulated from the common business of life- who are either in advance of mankind or apart from it- there often comes a sensation of moral cold that makes the spirit shiver as if it had reached the frozen solitudes around the pole.
-"The Artist of the Beautiful"
Just a few reasons you should read these short story collections by Nathaniel Hawthorne: Twice Told Tales, and Mosses from an Old Manse. Please, don't let The Scarlet Letter be your only impression of my favorite author.
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| let's play this game called "will you catch fire?" |
[17 Apr 2007|10:22pm] |
I walk with my umbrella low like I'm some sort of shady character.
But it's green and orange and doesn't hold up to the wind, so really, I just look like some sort of drowned mick.
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Got that ring. It's perfect.
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Listened to the Moody Blues today for the first time in a while. Tuesday Afternoon- go figure.
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I am out of..... control.
I am out of..... energy.
I am out of..... my goddamn comfort zone.
I am out.
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| Reset Mode: One Week |
[17 Apr 2007|02:10pm] |
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yellowcard...you know the one... |
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And just when I was settling in....
It's been exactly one week since I moved back to Putnam. I've been looking for jobs (kind of half-assedly) and putting in applications and so far, no callbacks. However, this morning I received a phone call from an old friend...
Woke me up, the bastard.
He told me about the opportunity to land a job, an apartment, and maybe even a car....all in one day. Now, I was just getting settled back in here, and I was glad to finally come home, but you all know I've never been able to pass up an exciting opportunity when it's presented to me. The problem is that that ONE day....is tomorrow.
Well...it's not like I've never just picked up and moved before. Besides, if I don't keep moving around, people get sick of me. I get sick of me. Plus, being a nomad means you're always greeted with bear hugs and celebration wherever you go. I'm a sucker for that shit.
I'm glad I got to hang out with some folks while I was here, anyway.
I love you all.
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My head feels so cloudy and full of shit. I'm thinking about this too much.
I went into my room and lit a candle and just stared at the flame for a while. The wick of a candle never writhes or screams in pain, nor does it crackle and pop like burning wood. It just stands there, content to be engulfed in the fire, burning slowly away. Sometimes the fire changes the shape or position of the wick, sometimes parts of it move slowly into or out of the center of the flame, but it is still affected by the heat, it still slowly burns away.
I stared and thought for quite some time, then I blew out the candle and instantly fell asleep.
Awake now...hours later.
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Anyway...the move will bring me closer to a certain Taurus who has a tendency to screw my head back on for me. (whether he knows it or not)
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I'm really drained and hungry and I could probably eat an entire buffalo right now if I just had some tabasco sauce... I'm gonna go finish my UNO MAS! energy drink and see about going downtown to find a new celtic knot ring.
Sometimes I can't keep up with myself.
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| Fall Out Boy....buy me this album, if you love me |
[15 Apr 2007|02:34pm] |
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I've found the cure to growing older.
And you're the only place that feels like
Home.
Just so you know,
You'll never know.
And some secrets weren't meant to be told...
But I've found the cure to growing older.
I'm the first kid
To write of hearts, lies and friends.
And I am sorry my conscience
Called in sick again.
And I've got arrogance down
To a science.
Oh, and I'm the first kid
To write of hearts, lies and friends.
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Find a safe place,
Brace yourself,
Bite your lips.
I'm sending your fingernails
And empty bottles you've sipped
Back to your family 'cause I know
You will be missed.
So you can find a safe place,
Brace yourself.
They call kids like us
Vicious
And carved out of stone,
But
For what we've become,
We just feel
More alone.
Always weigh what I've got
Against what
I left.
So progress report:
I am missing you to death.
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| ...as it should be... |
[29 Oct 2006|01:22am] |
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| You Are Romanticism | 
You are likely to see the world as it should be, not as it is.
You prefer to celebrate the great things people do... not the horrors they're capable of.
For you, there is nothing more inspiring than a great hero.
You believe that great art reflects the artist's imagination and true ideals. |
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| I feel like a puppy |
[05 Oct 2006|06:43pm] |
Do you love me yet? Do ya? Are ya mine yet? I'm yours! Are ya mine?
D'ya need anything? Can I get you anything? Can I lick your feet? Please?! Please?!?!
Love me yet? No? Ok, well can you scratch my tummy at least? Will ya? YAAAAY!!!
....thaaat's the spot.
The thing I don't understand about dogs and myself: Intensity of devotion.
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| spacing out..... |
[05 Oct 2006|06:09pm] |
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I'm sorry I'm silly.
| You Are The Chariot | 
You represent a difficult battle, and a well-deserved victory.
You tend to struggle to get what you want, both internally and externally.
You excel at controlling opposing forces, getting down the same path.
In the end, you bring glory and success - using pure will to move forward.
Your fortune:
There is great conflict in your life right now, either with yourself or others.
You must find a solution to this conflict, which is likely to be a "middle road" between the two forces.
You posses the skills to triumph over these struggles, as long as your will is strong.
You are transforming your inner self, building a better foundation for future successes. |
| You are 80% Taurus |  |
| Your Love Style is Agape | 
You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.
Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.
You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.
Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.
For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love. |
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| it does burn a bit |
[13 Sep 2006|08:00pm] |
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I...
I am a roman candle. Brightly colored, burning fast, throwing sparks in every direction....
...catching the eyes of my target audience...
I am, of course, the preference of those who play with fire.
Unfortunately, much like a roman candle, I will soon burn down. My light will fade from your eyes, and the show will be over all too quickly.
You will be done with me, off to light someone else's fuse, as my spent shell stands-
Smoking and silent on the pavement.
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| you bet I am |
[07 Sep 2006|06:48am] |
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| You Are 88% Gentleman | 
No doubt about it, you are a total gentleman.
You please the pickiest ladies, and you make everyone in a room feel comfortable. |
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| wake me up when september ends |
[02 Sep 2006|08:28am] |
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One thing you never lose, no matter how old you get, is the hope that "maybe this year will be better than the last..."
When you're young, it's an ambition. It's this exciting challenge to make every single year the best year yet- every school year, every summer, every sports season....
But the older you get, the less exciting the years become. It's no longer an ambition you entertain, it's a sad desire- a desperate hope. Every time you change jobs, every time you move to a new place, every tax season, hell...it's day-by-day sometimes...
"Maybe this year will be better than the last..."
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