| Random lyrics. (A drinking song. Whee.) |
[Sep. 5th, 2005|02:26 am] |
Though the night be dark as dungeon, not a star to be seen above
I will be guided without a stumble, into the arms of me only love.
I went up to her bedroom window, kneeling gently upon a stone
I rapped on her bedroom window "My darling dear, do you lie alone"?
[Chorus:]
I'm a rover , seldom sober
I'm a rover of high degree
Ans when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's company.
She raised her head up from her feather pillow, raised her arms up around her breast,
Saying "Who's at me bedroom window, disturbing me at me long night's rest?
"It's only me, your own true lover, open the door and please let me in.
For I have come on a long night's journey. I am near drenched to the skin".
[Chorus]
She opened the door with the greatest pleasure, opened the door and she let me in
We both shook hands and embraced each other. 'Til the morning we lay as one.
"Well now me love, I must go and leave you, though the mountains be high above
Well, I will climb them with greater pleasure that I have been with me only love".
Must sleep. Work in morning. Blarg.
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| Wondering what paves the path to heaven.. |
[Sep. 2nd, 2005|04:39 am] |
I don't know what to say, I don't have any answers.
I'm scared. Very, very scared of what may come. I apparently am blessed with an amazing inherent nature to take such beautiful things that I've got and throw them all away.
I don't know why I do some of the things I do, exactly, but it entirely feels like what I've got to do.
Maybe I'm just some whack-ass idealist. Maybe I'm just some dumb kid.
But I live with my mistakes. My choices.
Every day. I know how I've made people feel. It hurts. Maybe not as much as it hurts them, but I always feel it and won't ever forget.
So when I say I'm sorry, I don't mean to appologize for the things that I've done. I do what I have to do, make no mistake. I just find that sometimes I find myself near unable to live with the way my choices have effected other people, people I care about and love.
There's some silly cliche saying, about how the path to hell is paved with good intentions.
Well, it makes a lot of sense. |
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| Post. |
[Aug. 20th, 2005|02:19 pm] |
Lyrics.
Quiz.
Etc..
Okay, wait, so I want to post something meaningful in this, but I never know what to say exactly.
So, quizes, lyrics, etc.. |
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| Yarr. |
[Aug. 16th, 2005|11:23 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Glassjaw - Cosmopolitan Bloodloss | ] |
It's fun when you listen to music that you haven't heard in a long time, but still remember all the words.
=) |
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| Drinking. |
[Aug. 14th, 2005|11:26 am] |
Is fun.
Yes. |
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| Hmm. |
[Aug. 2nd, 2005|04:08 am] |
Posty.
I should be sleeping.
But, since when do I make responsible decisions of any sort? |
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| Humor quiz, onoes. |
[Jul. 29th, 2005|12:11 am] |
the Cutting Edge
(65% dark, 47% spontaneous, 16% vulgar) | your humor style:
CLEAN | SPONTANEOUS | DARK
Your humor's mostly innocent and off-the-cuff, but somehow there's
something slightly menacing about you. Part of your humor is making
people a little uncomfortable, even if the things you say aren't in and
of themselves confrontational. You probably have a very dry delivery,
or are seriously over-the-top. Your type is the most likely to
appreciate a good insult and/or broken bone and/or very very fat person
dancing.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU: David Letterman - John Belushi |  |
My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 81% on dark | | You scored higher than 56% on spontaneous | | You scored higher than 11% on vulgar |
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| Tool. |
[Jul. 26th, 2005|05:08 am] |
| [ | music |
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TOOL - Reflection | ] |
So, I read an entry in a friend's journal earlier. The sight of famaliar lyrics compelled me to find a Tool CD and listen for a bit.
Now, I'm just going to post some lyrics, and then go to sleep.
I have come curiously close to the end, though
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
Defeated
I concede and
Move closer
(Let me / I may) find comfort here
(Let me / I may) find peace within the emptiness
How Pitiful
It's calling me...
And in my darkest moment, feeble and weeping
The moon tells me a secret, a confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
You wanna peer down here survey my narcissism
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away.
So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
And leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable
So let the light touch you so that the words spill through
And let the past break through bringing out our hope and reason
Before we hide away. |
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| So yea. |
[Jul. 23rd, 2005|03:55 am] |
Fantastic 4 was interesting.
I liked the silly lame jokes.. but overall it was.. quite lame.
The popcorn also made me rather.. odd.
MetroPassenger: It was like... popcorn floating in a bag of butter. Literally
That's quoted from a conversation where I mentioned it.. and it is rather accurate.
So yea, I should be sleeping. I have work tomorrow, then gotta get a hold of Brad at some point. Mmm.
Yarr. |
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| Blarg. Sickness = :( |
[Jul. 10th, 2005|03:29 am] |
I think I'm getting a bit sick. My nose is running profusely, to the point where I can barely breathe.
HURRAY! :P
"Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish."
I rather enjoy that quote. I'd write about why I enjoy it, but, it is late and that whole nose thing is annoying as heck. |
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| An entry |
[Jul. 6th, 2005|02:38 am] |
I'm writing an entry.
Still getting used to this whole thing..
Rar.
Mmm. I should be sleeping. |
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| Hi! |
[Jul. 4th, 2005|04:51 am] |
O_o
Livejournal!
Wheeeeee. |
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