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:: 2006 16 April :: 11.45 pm
:: Music: cartel - if i fail

since its been a few days since i updated, i figured i owned you fucks the honor of my words. so its been a busy week.
xbox live, need i say more?
did the senior picture shit again, boring.
went to the movies with abby, fun
bought new cartel cd, unable to stop listening.
bought a new chuck palahniuk, cover fucking glows in the dark and scared the hell out of me last night.
Guinness pudding, like a pint of the black, but legal for me to consume.

i hate middle school kids, they annoy me beyond my old limits.
prom is complicated shit, its like planning a fucking wedding. i don't have the motivation for it, but my friends do thank god, its going to be fun, since i'm going to two now. i'm suprised how much i talk on the phone now, and the time flies with it. its rather suprising, and i don't run out of shit to say. its cool.

food is good as always. potatoes? they need no explaining. amazing.

traverse city this week probably, should be nice to get away.
night.

Collars up.
Blazers only.

first breath after coma


:: 2006 9 April :: 8.32 pm
:: Mood: giddy
:: Music: hopewood - this is cairo

holy fuck milkshakes own
came up with the idea of updating this shit every day. also came to the conclusion that my lenten promise of not swearing as much went right out the fucking window. suprisingly, i went running again today. yep, as much as i hate running, i did the deed again today kids. i'm the skinny mexican running around the neighborhood in the black shorts and white wifebeater. it was more amusing to see people stare at me as i go by, so cover your eyes and hide your girls, i'm back on the streets.

first breath after coma


:: 2006 9 April :: 12.33 pm

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and race at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of he light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and saing the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

first breath after coma


:: 2006 8 April :: 9.30 am
:: Mood: hungry
:: Music: feeling left out - going away to college

its funny to see how people react to a lack of sleep. with already being busy and having later nights, not making the lack any easier. my own slightly self-induced insomnia makes the nights seem incredibly long and lonely. i skipped work for the 2nd night in a row. i'm getting really lazy, or just tired. i made a note to take the other EMT classes sometime soon. So if I make it through those, looks like I'll have a job over in Grand Rapids to help pay for my lovely education at Aquinas.

i've come to the conclusion that driving is the cause of my bad moods. i have to drive to much, through traffic and stupid people. yesterday is an example of how driving can make a bad day worse. so here's a little timeline for you kids.

Fell asleep at 3 a.m. friday morning. woke up at 4 a.m. to call work saying I won't be in. woke up around 8 in a very pissed off mood for no apparent reason. did the eating thing and the weight lifting thing (got to get the habits down for college and med school). got dressed into running/jumping clothes (which consisted of black shorts, a white wifebeater, long sleeve ND shirt). drove down to the track (at 13/14 and mound) sat in my car for a good 25 minutes, and no one else showed up. decieded to run 2 1/2 miles on the track. drove home really pissed off. came home, decieded to take out my anger on the two things i always do, my body and hating running. showered and ray come over for a while. got dressed up for the play for the 2nd night in a row. drove there, got pissed at the stupid people. ushered again. talked with people. drove home again, pissed as is customary for the day. came home to a cold dinner, which i was too tired to heat, and starving from fasting the day. so hopefully it can only get better from here on out.

first breath after coma


:: 2006 26 March :: 5.37 pm
:: Mood: energetic
:: Music: nil lara - fighting for my love

its actually somewhat sunny out. crazy fucking michigan. its nice to be able to throw a football without freezing your hands off. so sore from work, but hey, money. i hate track more than anything else right now, i'm pretty sure coach blunk is a demonic force put here to ruin people's lives, but hey, to each his own. yeah, i'm addicted to the elder scrolls IV: obilivion. its fucking nuts. go buy the game, you won't regret it. picking up the new rifle on wednesday. well not really new. mosin nagant model 1938 carbine, soviet design. now i need to find a place to shoot it, so i can ejaculate all over the place. i seriously can't wait to graduate, i'm so sick of high school and seeing dudes everyday.

first breath after coma


:: 2006 25 March :: 7.11 pm

so here we fall
and here we break
and all that we had is now just a mistake
i guess it got boring and old
so what have you done?
you left me alone
you got your things, you got them all
you know there's nothing you won't have
and i'm afraid i don't got the cash to keep you happy and not sad
cause you show me that you're not free
that you need big fat limousines
to keep you high
to keep you safe
to keep you in love

what if i change for you?
then will you see me still with you?
well i never do it
i'm no fool

so here we fall
and her love breaks
and all that we had is now just a mistake
you look so long, you're so mislead
and your stuff friends have gone to your head

what if i change for you?
then will you see me still with you?
well i never do it
i'm no fool

first breath after coma

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