June 28th, 2008
June 22nd, 2008
or
I should've kept them secret.
a.k.a.
Tired of being tired
or
The locket that could keep it.
The ties that keep me down
Are the same as the stench that keeps me away.
And when that face brightens the room,
I long for the darkest of days.
If my name is returned home,
That day would be then lost in hell,
But the cat would be mine to keep
And the love: close enough to time. Well,
I've done this before-
Written meaningless dripping phrases.
And they've only found longing eyes
That overlook the deepening phases.
When I'm lost in time-
Well I certainly can't be found keeping my word.
But I'll write down some more nothingness-
Wait- this whole poem's absurd.
June 3rd, 2008
May 28th, 2008
Well... ther is. But it doesn't make a difference.
I'm really happy you got into that awesome school.
Also, the sextet was epic.
March 28th, 2008
Tell me what you think!
I really really want to know.
March 25th, 2008
Hilary and Russell's Alkaline Battery Video:
[Error: close lj-embed tag without open tag][Error: close lj-embed tag without open tag]
Russell's Oil Drop Experiment Video:
January 12th, 2008
November 19th, 2007
I dreamed I was in my old french classroom, we had a sub, and I was sitting next to my friend John. Then I dreamed I was on a soccer field playing a game with kids from the school against a bunch of hispanic guys. I think we lost...
When I woke up, I went to the kitchen to get some OJ, and it looked kinda old but I didn't think anything of it. When I put it in my mouth, it tasted like it was carbonated. When I swallowed it, it tasted fermented. It was a very gross experience. I promptly poured out the glass and the pitcher.
Sam's coming home tomorrow. Bitter-sweet.
Thursday him and I are going with Pawpaw to our great aunt's house for thanksgiving, then our family is doing it all on that following Sunday.
A friend of mine from Mobile is coming down to see me as soon as she gets a car. I haven't seen Brandi in forever and I'm really exited. My parents don't like her so I don't know how I'm going to work that out... but I just want to see her. I plan on giving her a 'tour' or Ocean Springs, that should be fun.
God. I feel like I wasted a day.
And this OJ isn't sitting very nicely.
November 18th, 2007
Because I can't drive.
Because my parents worry to much when I do.
Because I hit a curb.
... like a month ago.
So that means I'm a bad driver and I'm going to kill someone.
Yeah.
But I don't really think that's a bad thing 8]
I have so many aspirations right now, so many different people I'm interested in. Yesterday this girl was sending me romantic messages, and another girl gave me her number.
Honestly, I think that's awesome, but I don't think I need it right now.
I'm going to church here in a bit, I think there's this silent auction/pot luck dinner thing afterwords. That should be alot of fun, it always is.
I'm not exited at all about the holidays coming up. Should I be? I mean, I love them- they're great. I'm just not exited or anxious for them. I always get annoyed by the two coming up, Thanksgiving and Christmas, because people seem to become different and are all the sudden more caring and considerate. It annoys me because I think it should be like that all the time. The other day at church, we prayed for things and people, and the way the prayer put it, it was because "it's the holidays." So people should get special prayers for the holidays? People should get prayers all the time.
Hm... today will be a good day.
I'm happy 8]
November 17th, 2007
I listened to Pink Floyd this morning 8D
And I think my new mp3 player came in the mail.
I don't know for sure yet. 8D
I raked my yard.
That's the only productive thing I've done today other than brush my hair/teeth.
I need to prep Sam's room and do the dishes.
( I finished my new song! )
8D
And isn't that what was wanted? So it would be easier to get past it? I thought you were.
I'm not ignorant and I'm not a fool.
I take no pleasure in anyone's pain.
I speak my mind, and I can do it in a positive way. Without being cynical and sarcastic, without using satirizing words, without cussing, and without calling people names.
I had the most amazing time of my life, but then it was shattered into pieces like and old 78rpm, violently thrown against a wall.
You can be negative and let things hurt you, I wish you wouldn't, but you can. Just don't push it on me.
It's kinda long, so I put it in a cut. I think you should read it though, I just hate messing up a friends page with really longs posts. lol
Here's the cut:
( When I'm alone, things become clear. )
I have so much control right now.
Tonight was awesome, like every Friday night.
I bought a rockin' new jacket for $4 dollars from the thrift store, it's orange and red and beige and green plaid. AWESOME.
I went on the roof again, but this time with Melissa, and this time we went all the way to the gym. The view from there is amazing and climbing the roof of they gym is almost surreal because for a moment your whole horizon is brick-red shingle. The sky was to clear and the moon was out, the sun was setting and it gave everything a purple hint. It was a perfect day for roofing. We saw Joe drive up and we hit the deck, it felt like I was in a movie haha I told my mom and she didn't care that I went up there, but the fact that I "took" someone else with me upset her. You went on your own will, right? Yeah. I know you did, you were up there in a split second!
haha Great.
Nick stole a whole sign from the Tigers and we held it upside-down when we got back to our seats.
After the game we went to Waffle House (Melissa, Nick, and Michelle M.) and we got another pessimistic, cynical waitress. It seems to me that they all are. The new chiq wasn't ... she needs to get outta that joint as soon as she can. It turns people.
I added another verse to that song I'm writing:
But I did this to me.
I'm the reason I can't make decisions.
They washed me away,
Then left me do drown in their rhythms.
Why can't I come back to shore?
My weak body can't take much more.
I like it.
I love my friends.
They're real and open and they're themselves all the time.
No pretenders.
Why isn't everyone like that?
Life would be so much easier if we focused on impressing ourselves,
and not everyone else.
November 15th, 2007
It's always exploring, mentally, all the possibilities and trying to figure out all the outcomes to every possible choice.
It's not at all possible just to sit down and work it all out. That never works.
All I can do is make a choice, sprinkle a little W.W.J.D. on it, and roll with whatever comes my way.
Tonight, however, writing that last song that I posted just earlier helped me sort my random strands of thought into not as random strings of chaos.
My mind is like that 2x2x2 Rubik's Cube I couldn't figure out:
I can usually figure out one side of things,
but when I try for the other side, I just screw up the solved one.
And I can never remember how I fixed it the first time.
I just started playing, then I started singing, and this popped out:
[only one verse and a some of the chorus]
VS
In my mind this works out,
In my head there's not doubt of this working.
Because you're beautiful to me,
if only I could make my poor heart see.
Why cant I turn me around?
A friend's love is all that I've found.
CH
Poorer hearts never see what you want them to see.
Life never turns out the way that it ought to be.
To me, that's awesome.
That's like... exactly how I feel right now.
8D
Can I not at least come up with any satisfying verses?
My mind is empty, but it's always racing.
All the sounds from my guitar sound the same.
My voice never does what I want it too.
The ink in my pen won't cooperate.
GAH.
November 14th, 2007
... hm. That sentence could stir up alot of talk...
I just won't get into it! 8D
Now, on to a different matter:
You,
It's time you tore down the walls.
The walls that make up the tunnel you look through.
It's time you opened your eyes to the greater good.
Because this politician infested cesspool,
is my home.
And all you can see,
are the monsters the leaders pretend not to be,
you never see how much they do for their people.
You don't feel the spirit that they exude.
You don't feel the spirit that we absorb.
You're to wrapped up in who they are,
how they sing,
how they speak,
and how they collect,
to hear what they're saying.
You're to wrapped up in what they don't do for you,
to see what they do for me.
November 12th, 2007
I think that's german for something.
Today was a good day. Played/owned at band-hall-camps. Mostly because I cheated. They never realized that when ever I dealt, my team won! Physics was productive and we got to see fire, always a good thing. Lunch wasn't all that special, I did, however, throw an apple against the was and it broke open like a rock. Economics is my least favorite class. There's something fishy about Mr. Z and the crap he teaches is... well... crap. Finally, I have english. Fun fun. We watched an awful cartoon movie called Animal Farm (though it had nothing to do with the book) in Mrs. Hardy's room. That lady is crazy. Good Lord.
Sleep is overrated.
I feel like tasting fire.
I think I'm over-confident when it comes to AP Physics tests.
November 10th, 2007
There were cops crawling all around my neighborhood tonight. A bunch of them were walking around with flash lights looking for this mexican dude who owns a big red truck. It was really cool, I went outside to take my trash out earlier and there was a cop walking around searching through bushes with his light. I half expected him to yell 'stop!' at me and question me about something. It's about time they started cracking down around here...
I do care. Not in the same romantic way like I used to, but I do. I'd go crazy if he hurt you and it worries me that he doesn't seem very happy. You know how it pisses me off when a guy doesn't treat his girl right, and it would especially piss me off if that happens to you.
