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Black Rose Immortal
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I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie (don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
New Year's Eve was as boring as heaven
I watched flies fuck on channel 11
There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink
Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink
And there's no ring, there's no ring on the phone anymore
There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor
Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
At the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
I dragged this lake looking for corpses
Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Don't lie (don't lie)
And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
That has no alibi
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
And I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
Your private eye
But at the right place at the right time
I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
You won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
For anyone but me
And at the right place at the right time
It will have been worth it to stand in line
And you won't have to stop
Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
Your private eye
-Private Eye by Alkaline Trio
last modified Jun 14, 2006 at 1:46
Now, how many possible ways can that be interpreted in regards to my life?
I have the knowledge, now I need to apply it.
Wait a second, that sounds familiar...
Give me strength.
I'm having a lot of trouble sleeping these past nights. It's not because of the nightmares, because I'm used to those. To tell the truth, I don't know why I have trouble falling asleep. It's not anxiety, because I don't have much to be anxietous about. (I hope that's actually a word)
It's gotten pretty bad lately. Last night I sat around in bed at 3 envisioning how I might die. Because I had nothing else to do, I worked out the details. If I did, it'd be at camp. I'll just stop there though. I know you people don't want to hear this stuff.
On a different note...
If you had one wish in the world, what would it be? My first wish, aside from the obvious, would be to meet my grandmother that's been in a mental institution most of her life. I don't know what I'd do or say, or what questions I'd ask her, but I just want to see her.
Don't get me wrong. I'm as happy as fuck that Regan's coming back very soon, I'm just being morbid. Yeah, I have problems.
I just realized I'm a very fucked up person. I don't want to post depressing introverted shit, but that's me, sadly. I was sitting in Janis' basement, thinking, which is a very dangerous thing for me to be doing. Contemplating all kinds of nice thoughts, such as suicide and cutting myself. Why? Because I'm such a cheery guy. To put it simply, I get scared, but it never occurred to me before. It's not the typical fear that one gets when they think they're going to die or something, but more along the lines of panicking... Well, I'd need to go into more detail, but I'd rather not right now. Sorry.
I'll be more forthcoming in this post than I usually am. That would be because I just got off the phone with my dad. To sum up my thoughts in one sentence; It's nice to know I'm such a fucking disappointment.
Seriously. I already know my life is shit. I shouldn't have to defend it from someone who was never part of it to begin with. I just wanted to mouth off to him for the sole reason of pissing him off even more, but I wisely held my tongue. He's still my dad, but by through biology only. I hate the guy. The fact I look like him doesn't help.
Hurray for the high self-esteem I had precariously kept for the past week jumping right off a cliff.
o_O
That reminds me of another thing... that was the dream I had last night. I was on a cliff, peering over the edge to see what was below, when suddenly a big unidentified dark object slams into me, making me lose my balance. The dream ended as I was falling.
I guess that object was my dad...
One word describes my day today (and yesterday)
I'll tell you what it is later.
I stayed up until 4 the previous night, because I was lying down, getting ready to sleep at 12, when a sudden burst of inspiration struck my brain and sending convulsions to the rest of my body. I couldn't find a pen to write anything down though, so I stayed up as thought after thought ran in one ear and out the other, depositing little nuggets of goodness for my brain to feast on.
The result? I'll be writing a story. If I'm feeling up to it, I may even post it here, if people are nice enough to ask. (And keep me writing, because those who know my past record on writing stuff...)
I spent the past couple days moving stuff. Heavy stuff. Stuff that weighs 5 times what I do. Quite a bit of those things. All day long. Just me and one other guy. As a result, I'm bleeding from my toenail, and my muscles are keeping themselves in shape by doing jumping jacks of their own volition. Good for them.
And the word of the day is;
PAIN!
I'm going to soak myself in a hot tub for an hour, maybe even writing stuff, who knows?
Just, wow...
Anywho, it's raining as if the sky were the ocean and the clouds were the strainers that turn the water into little droplet shaped bits of hydronium hydroxide...
Yeah, forgive me, I just woke up. I felt the need to write though, because I had a really weird lucid dream last night. The sad thing is, I'm forgetting it at a rather rapid pace, like I always do... It was happily bittersweet, I remember that much. All I can remember was a house, and a lot of doors, with stuff behind those doors.
Behind this door, should I open it for you? I take this key and I bury it in you...
My throat is really sore now. I can't talk, seriously. If you called me, you'd probably just get some exasperated gasps of air instead of the beautiful and melodic bard's voice you are all accustomed to. And despite that, I'm still drinking pop. I'm limiting myself to 4 cans/glasses a day now though.
Speaking of glasses, mine are still at camp, so I'm going to have to go there this weekend, but hopefully sometime after Janis's party, and be back sometime before Regan gets back... Might even have to utilize the transit system to Lively...
Or I could bike... Which then hints that I would have to stop at Steve's sometime in the near future so I can get it back.
But enough talking. It's time to get down to playing games. I've recently found an old classic and favourite of mine; Landstalker for the Genesis. It has to be one of the hardest platformer games I've ever played for the sheer fact of it's isometry and how you can never tell if a block is higher or lower than where you are, or merely to the left. It's crazy. It'll require a lot of my attention to beat.... again... >_>
And away I go.
For those of you who read my weblog, this one will be a long post about the past days of my life, and not the usual introspective rhetoric that is the other purpose of this blog. Just letting you know now, so you can tune out and not care about what's been going on in my life in the past while and reading because you have nothing better to do.
If, on the other hand, you do care about my life, then I'd give you the premium stories god-to-person.
Kinda makes you wonder why I bother, eh?
Good thing you're ignoring all that, otherwise I might offend someone. ;)
Anywho, I just came back from a weekend at camp. Boring describes it adequately. Considering I didn't pack anything to keep me entertained as I had to get packed in 2 minutes. No one told me they were going and so I had to decide at that instant whether I wanted to or not. When we got there, it was just me, Andre, and Andrew. Seeing as I don't smoke cannabis, tobacco, or drink alcohol, they had their own kind of fun without me.
OW! Fucking ah... fuck... that hurts... stabbed myself in the eye with my glasses. More specifically, there is a wire that sticks out about three inches from the lens that poked me in the eye.
See, these glasses are my old ones (no pun intended) and they're missing a screw that keeps the lens in. I improvised, utilizing my resourcefulness, and tied a garbage twist-tie wire tight inside it so that the lens wouldn't fall out. Well, there's still a little wire left over, so it was sticking out. I took off my glasses to let my eyes rest. (because they're my old glasses, they hurt my eyes... but I'm blind without them) and when I put them back on, the wire went right into my eye. I think it scratched the surface, rather than piercing it. No blood though, so I think I'm alright.
Doesn't stop me from walking into walls or stepping on my dog while wearing these glasses though. >_<
Why am I wearing these glasses, one might wonder? Simply because I left my glasses at camp, along with my shoes. Don't ask.
Anyways, blah blah blah, boring weekend, nothing to do, what have you.
Friday, I woke up in no small part thanks to food poisoning. Guess the bologna at the back of the fridge expired a long time ago. Thusly, I couldn't arrive at the beach for the party, and by the time I could walk, it was 5. Just to give you a sense of time, I left for camp at 6.
Thursday, went to school (late, of course... just because I'm out doesn't mean it should change) and played worms on Danny's laptop with Kevin (my, doesn't that sound horribly wrong...) and watched Dream Theater DVD on Marie's. Spent a good deal of that time searching for good speakers. Couldn't find any. Then went with Ryannon to Biff's, where the three of us, and the later joining Adric moved bricks. It was funner than it sounds, what with the maggots, ants, spiders, and millipedes all over the bricks. The only thing that grossed me out was the mud though. Yuck. I will take the credit for the efficient way in which we moved and stacked the bricks though.
We watched Cruel Intentions, and a bit from Dream Theater's and the Eagle's DVDs. Then played the game of Life. Starting out with a 20k salary, I think I did quite well... I think they gave me a crappy salary because I chose two blue pegs to be the parents... yeah. I'm quite an advocate for those.
Then we went cruising, minus Biff and my DVD which I forgot at his place. We stopped at Mike's place. Played Smash Bros. Melee. Taking into consideration I mastered the 64 version, and have only played Melee once in my life before then, I think I did rather well. Won every game but the last stock battle, in which case the others realized they'd have to focus their efforts on me in order to have even a slim hope of winning. Add in a few particularly embarassing deaths, resulted in a loss for that last one. I still had the most damage dealt (barely), so :P
I hate sandals. And my throat hurts from drinking 8 cans of pop Saturday. And my eye hurts.
Once again, house to myself.
>_>
<_<
*runs around naked*
My cat had kittens. 6 popped out. 2 are deceased. All white. Not bad for her first and only litter.
Shit, got two parties planned for the weekend.. both on Saturday, no less...
I'm only going to say this once, these lyrics do not apply to any persons. (you're so vain, you probably think this song is about you, you're so vain) The only person it remotely connects to is myself. I was listening to it, thinking about how the lyrics could be taken metaphorically. Lo and behold, I found something that fits. And it's not you.
Remember when we used to look how sun sets far away?
And how you said: "this is never over"
I believed your every word and I guess you did too
But now you're saying : "hey, let's think this over"
You take my hand and pull me next to you, so close to you
I have a feeling you don't have the words
I found one for you, kiss your cheek, say bye, and walk away
Don't look back 'cause I am crying
I remember little things, you hardly ever do
Tell me why
I don't know why it's over
I remember shooting stars, the walk we took that night
I hope your wish came true, mine betrayed me
You let my hand go, and you fake a smile for me
I have a feeling you don't know what to do
I look deep in your eyes, hesitate a while...
Why are you crying?
Tallulah, It's easier to live alone than fear the time it's over
Tallulah, find the words and talk to me ,oh, Tallulah,
This could be... heaven
I see you walking hand in hand with long-haired drummer of the band
In love with her or so it seems, he's dancing with my beauty queen
Don't even dare to say you hi, still swallowing the goodbye
But I know the feelings still alive- still alive
I lost my patience once, so do you punish me now
I'll always love you, no matter what you do
I'll win you back for me if you give me a chance
But there is one thing you must understand
Not that many of you read it in the first place, or have even gotten this far, but *shrugs* what can you do?
Try to sleep for one thing. Of the past several weeks, I've had maybe 15 dreams and nightmares. Oh well.
Night and sweet dreams. Maybe I won't for once...
I just finished watching all of Dream Theater's DVD; live Scenes From A Memory in New York. Concept albums are frickin' amazing, to put it lightly. I've been blown away by the sheer power of it... Myung's bare ass not included.
It was wrong of me to show my friends only certain songs from that DVD, even though they sound great on their own. Rather, it was much like reading the most exciting chapters in a novel. Unless read the way they were written, it doesn't make a cohesive story. This is a perfect example of the whole being greater than the sum of it's parts. Words cannot do the album justice.
Anywho, enough of me trying to sell that album. You'd need to listen to it to love it. And love it you will. *smacks self* Okay, done.
I noticed I was a little hyper today, monday, and yesterday, quite a bit, so this means that sometime in the near future I'll become depressed. Gotta love dipolarity. I felt tugs of it today. Won't be long now...
My cat is going to burst with kittens soon. Anybody want some before my mom gives them away?
It's going to be weird next year... everyone I'm used to will be gone, and I'll be in classes with people younger than me... My best friends will be gone, and I'll become closer friends with others. This is going to be a fun adjustment...
I might just show up at school tomorrow, for the hell of it. I've got nothing else to do, and from there I might be able to get a ride to Biff's to stack bricks in the rain. Hmm... better bring batteries...
Then Friday, is this supposed party... I'll likely be there.
Does time heal all wounds? Perhaps the correct phrasing is, do scars fade over time?
(For those who don't know, Sooth is 'Ye Olde Englifh' for truth. Now you know. And I am aware that the s looks like a lowercase f. They did back then too.)
As I predicted, this is turning out to be quite the boring day... Lunch was alright, though I was little out of it... Period 2 was fun, because I just played games with Darien on the computer in the library. That didn't stop Period 1 and this one from sucking today... On top of that, Ms. Lesk continues to be ever more bitchy towards me for no reason...
I have to remember to take the sax and trombone home after school today...
I also need to remember to bring back two library books tomorrow.
Today is one of the few days where I have worn shorts to school. Today is also the first day I've worn a pair of shorts that are mine that aren't from grade 8. I just wish they had pockets.
Crap, it'll still be boring even when I go home... I'll either be sitting at the computer, vegetating and talking to people online whilst debating George Bush, playing La Pucelle, or sleeping. Fun...
I have to go... I hear slimeball calling my name. (I guess that makes it a name-caller?)
Okay, my newly revised schedule (version 4.0) is finally complete, and is set in stone (unless I drop a class mid-semester)
It goes like so;
Semester 1;
Period 1 - SPARE
Period 2 - Grade 12 world history
Period 3 - Lunch
Period 4 - Biology*
Period 5 - Chemistry*
(both Bio and Chem have an optional forensics unit if taken together and signed up for. I signed up for it.)
Semester 2;
Period 1 - Anatomy
Period 2 - SPARE
Period 3 - Lunch
Period 4 - English
Period 5 - Calculus
So I'm excited for the first semester, but not so much for the second. My best subjects are in the first, and the ones I had trouble with this year are in the second... Anatomy is the killer, they all say. English, I just have to do the work... same with Calculus...
3 different styles of learning for Anatomy, English, and Calculus... Anatomy is almost purely memorization and research.
Calculus is working with numbers and finding an exact answer.
English is just about BS-ing your way through long assignments, and proving your points in a stylistically effective and well developed essay format... o_O
Surprisingly, my biggest worry is Calculus. I lived through Geometry... well, not really, but still. Math was my second strongest subject in elementary, next to Spelling (which wasn't a full subject, so I guess Science then... My science mark in grade 8 was 102%. I got perfect on all the science teacher's quizzes and tests, including his bonus questions... hence why I decided to go to Lockerby, home of the Science and Technology Education Program... >_>)
Seems like the canoe trip isn't going to happen until August... but it better happen then, or else...
It's hard typing this when one is eating chicken...
I'm going to be bored tomorrow and Wednesday... joy... As I said, tomorrow I only have to show up for homeroom attendance, and Wednesday is a morning exam of a class I'm not going to pass... repeat; joy...
I had a job offer to work at a restaurant in Whitefish. Two catches; I'd have to live at camp ALL summer, and thus not see any of my friends and be isolated from everyone all summer... and two, I'd be getting paid less than minimum wage... If I was getting paid $10 an hour, then I would, because I love camp and can live without seeing most people if need be... I'd be able to sneak off for a day or two every now and then...
So, I'm still in the job market, hurrah...
Thursday, brick stacking. Anyone care to join in? Manual labour and Oxford spellings are good for what ails you...
Oh, and this Friday will be known as inebriation day. Still deciding on whether or not I'm going to that... I am going to Janis' party though, whether or not other people aren't. Any party with Janis (and/or Darien) is a fun party. Except that one time at Marie's...
Hurray for being a neurotic asocialite. I sit here at my computer, wanting people to talk to me (preferably about me) and yet I'd be dead before I start any conversation myself... The kicker is that I often want to talk to people, wishing I could just open up and tell you guys whatever is on my mind... I have, every now and then, when I stop being selfish and actually talk to people... (rare as that is)
But I can't help the feeling I get where I just believe that the other person wouldn't care, or I'd just bore them to death, or even reach an impasse in the convo.
Just felt like posting what was in my brain. Maybe later, I'll rearrange it so that it's cohesive and makes sense.
Modern technology allows for such great advances in communication...
Oh, and my co-op presentation? Overkill... but I got cake, and went to wendy's, so it was all good.
Geez... tomorrow's going to be boring... Show up for music council to get my attendance, and then fuck off for the rest of the day...
Hell, I'll just fuck off now, while I can... (as opposed to fuck on? sorry, had to)
What's sad, is that the thing you didn't want happening ends up being the best part of the day...
Anyways, for $160, I got 3 t-shirts, 2 dress shirts, 1 pair of dress pants, 1 pair of jeans, 3 pairs of shorts, 32 socks, and a pair of sandals. That left $140 with which I spent $80 on La Pucelle Tactics, and maybe $20 on food alone today. Now I'm just trying to figure out where my other $20 went...
So in summation, I'm pissed at several people for breaking one of the primary rules of being a good friend; Thou shalt not ditch thy friends.
*goes off to play La Pucelle Tactics*
Can anyone recommend a good Rpg?
Nevermind, actually... the only person whose opinion I would count valid is Adric's. I'll look for Disgaea and if not that, then La Pucelle; Tactics. If not those, then I don't know what I want... Hm, if I could find Super Smash bros. 64, then I'd be so happy.
Anyways, I need to save a hundred for the summer, and that leaves me with approximately $150 for new clothes... I figure 2 pairs of shorts, and 1-2 t-shirts, and 2 pairs of jeans. Maybe even a longsleeve shirt of some kind.
Oh, and socks. Lots of 'em.
And if you're thinking there's no way I'm getting those clothes with the money I have, you've never went shopping with me before. I ain't talking about Value Village either (though now that I think about it...)
Found my hat. It's in pieces. I love my hat.
I'm in the market for a new mantra. Any opinions on a good one? Post yours. Or else.
Everything is so damn small... if I wasn't going blind before, I sure as hell am now!
Anyways, all alone on a friday night again. Don't feel like working on my homework (that's what Sunday is for) so I'm going through all my old CD's looking for a game to play.
Disciples 2? Sure, why not? Just wish I still had my save games from before.
So while I'm waiting for this thing to install, I decided to post for the hell of it. 2 days is much too long a time to not update for me.
Nice day today. Got off work early, only to miss the bus and end up walking back to school... I could go to camp, but I need to do some shopping tomorrow.
Finished with co-op! Woohoo! Erm... wait... still that 20-minute presentation to work on, and several months work of logs and journals, as well as two other assignments from that class... Ah well... Sunday.
Wow, my mom went shopping today... that means food! So for the next couple days I'll be well nourished. Too bad it's not that important anymore.
Steve! Janis! Darien! Lex! We need to talk about that canoe trip! So far it seems like some of you have conflicts with the scheduling, I think...
House to myself!
*runs around naked*
First and foremost, the guy has some security issues. In many ways, he thinks that he is not good enough to fulfill a given situation, and because of this people will think negatively of him. This, like many of his other personality traits, can be traced back to his past. He feels that he failed to protect something, and lost it as a result. In this case, that something is his own feelings. He is very sensitive, and gets hurt easily emotion-wise.
His asocial behavior is a side-effect of his insecurity. However, I don't suspect that it was because he was uncomfortable around them at first. He didn't want to rely on anybody, he wanted to do everything himself, because he felt he had to prove himself to them. He was also scared to get hurt again. Hanging around other people would cause him to become lax and he'd get burned again. It wasn't until after a few years of self-isolation that he began to feel uncomfortable around people, because by then he didn't really know how to socialize. He had blocked himself off from learning many of the things kids his age would be learning, and as a result he became a rather poor conversationalist. Socializing was probably very confusing for him around that time, and the only way to solve the problem would be for someone to give him a hand. This, of course, was totally unacceptable, since he would then be relying upon someone else.
Fast-forward to the present, and we have a guy who is self-reliant, proficient, and is able to put his feelings aside when needed. Nothing could shake this guy. Nothing. Eh, well, except for that pretty young lady in the cream dress. Yeah, she shakes him up pretty good. That whole dancing thing wasn't cool, cause now he thinks he kinda likes her. Going? Wait, don't go. You're going. Damn. I need some air.
But when he goes for a walk with an acquaintance (he wouldn't dare call anyone friend), he remembers why it is that he doesn't rely on others. He might end up on the verge of breaking down, becoming weak. That couldn't happen, so he hardened his resolve - and with it his demeanor. Go talk to a wall. You ever notice that he does a lot of talking to the wall?
Anyhow, this attitude of "I can't count on anyone but myself" is not helpful when going into a military situation, especially if you're a mercenary. If there's no trust, the team won't make it back. See, a lot of people blame the girl for his opening up, but she actually had a very small role. It was those missions, where his life and the lives of others could be lost if he didn't start counting on the others to do their jobs. She was just a focus point. Granted, a very important one, since if it were not for her recurring presence, he may have never fully broken away from his old attitude. And while many people would consider that a good thing, the mental meltdown it would cause is -not- badass, regardless of what anyone says. Remember that.
itsjustmoodswingsisalltheyarejustmotherfuckingmoodswingsthatfuckingsuck-andmakemefeellikeshiticantstandthemijustcantijustcantijustcant...
Oh sure I can...
ignore me, please. My life just feels like everything is crashing down around me at the moment, but undoubtedly it'll pick up... eventually... don't waste your time... we all know this is just temporary and the moods I'm having aren't worth the steam off of your piss.
Granted they can be dangerous...
Today sucked majorly... but on the plus, I might be getting a full-time job this summer... let's hope this works out... I need something to cheer me up...
Umm... yeah, let me just transverse the highways of my mind and temporarily relocate my sentience into the realm of apathy...
Fuck, you guys aren't supposed to care...
and I mean that in every connotation of the phrase...
Never before have I ever felt more suicidal... I actually feel like it's within my sights...
I've decided to fail English and not take music or band next year. Why bother... Also means dropping No Strings Attached...
Currently reading; The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri
I want the nightmares to stop... please... somebody jam an icepick into my head and end them... please... no more... I don't want to live with them anymore... I can't take it anymore... I'm a weakling, good for nothing... I don't belong here... Fucking nightmares... fuck them... fuck me... fuck life, fuck you, fuck everything... I jsut want to sleep... please... let me sleep for once...
I... was a kid once...
*curls up into a ball on the floor*
No...
Got another book to add to my list of favourites.
Camp this weekend was great, except for today. Woke up to rain, and lots of it. To top that off, some 'coons got into our coolers, and ate all our food. First time in years they've managed to do that apparently. Also, nearly got a drill bit in my eye while working on the relic, but thankfully I didn't.
Feeling pretty good about myself now, so I think I'll work on my seminar which is due tomorrow.
Oh, and if you noticed something weird about my weblog over the weekend, ignore it. Hehehe...
Yesterday was an okay day, surprisingly. Started off good and sorta sauntered it's way downward.
I went to Battle of the Bands, and saw Wasted Words perform. Awesome band, loved their covers of Transylvania and The Trooper. Bought their CD. Owe Ryannon $12.
Work was good, on my feet almost non-stop, as opposed to the day before where I sat down and read for most of it. Got a lot of 3's and 4's on my report. My work is steadily improving, especially in the last two weeks. Their main comment? Not working to potential. That makes 12 years in a row that I've received that comment in various reports. Now I'm starting to wonder what kind of marks I would get if I actually tried...
gtg to work now.
Goodbye!
Paper #1: You are to report to Ms. Noble's office at 8:45 today. This is regarding your missed detention on 04 JUN 03. Bring your agenda.
...
Paper #2: Absent Notice
You were absent from school on 04 JUN 02. Please report to the Main Office for an admittance slip. Failing to do so will result in 7:15 morning detentions.
So why am I sitting here instead of going to the office? Call it fate, if you will. I'll call it 'Not wanting to stand in a line for thirty minutes'
Looking at these two papers, one makes sense to me, and the other doesn't. I apparently had a detention today, which I did not know about. Maybe they tried to tell me yesterday? In that case, the second shows I wasn't there for that... Stupid school administration... I was already at the office once today for handing in a note explaining why I was absent. God, I just can't wait until next year when I can just say to them, "I just didn't feel like coming in." And they can't do anything about it...
Anyways, I'll probably be going to Lo-Ellens Battle of the Bands. It'll give me a chance to see Wasted Words for once, and from what I've heard so far, they're pretty damn good. Can't go wrong with being influenced by Maiden... I hope that they'll play a cover of Iron Maiden. That'd be sweet...
Although by contrast, I'm not going to the Music Banquet. If you don't know why by now then you likely don't know me that well, or are just plain ignorant.
Damn In Flames, I have one of their songs stuck in my head. It's repetitive, but catchy... good thing I don't have any tests coming up...
*readjusts jeans*
Stupid younger brother, he took all my black jeans... now I'm borrowing Andre's jeans, and they feel as if they would have been comfortable for me in grade 8... and this guy is older than me too.
Other than that, not much on the horizon... just go home, play games, and sleep.
Oh, the fun.
What type of Depression do you have? (MANY different outcomes)
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What type of Depression do you have? (MANY different outcomes)
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(gotta stop stealing quizzes from Chris)
I took it five times. Got the top one thrice and the bottom one twice. Which do I appear more to you guys?
Fuck classifying, I'm just depressed when I'm depressed. Thankfully, not so much today because she was online and sent pictures, woo... Almost makes up for the shitty week I've been having since Friday...
Downloaded a shitload of songs again. 120 made it, 70 still queued. Mainly Dimmu Borgir, In Flames, Children of Bodom, At The Gates, and Slayer. Good stuff.
No lyrics today. Lucky you.
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