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[26 Jun 2006|09:03am] |
I spent 2 months in Georgia, wearing full battle gear, doing 12 mile ruck marches, and I never got heat stroke. Put me in a field in southern Washington, a couple of beers in me, and I pass out instantly. I've only got two words for that.
Mother Fucker.
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| It's amazing what can happen in two months (or not) |
[21 Jun 2006|01:50am] |
So I came back from Georgia today, and already I'm missing it. I'm missing the uniformity, the schedules, the structure. I hate this, "I'll do what I want, when I want, and fuck those who don't agree" mentality. I love the people here, I really do. But the shit I tried to escape from is still here. I don't know why I thought it would be fixed, I don't know if I even expected it to be. I guess I thought all I needed was a break. Maybe it wasn't long enough. Maybe it wasn't exactly what I needed, but felt that I needed it. Understand? If I could change one thing about everyone here, it would be to add 10 years to their mentality and not a single second to their age. I love them, I want to grow up and have fond memories of them, but I feel that this style of life will leave all of us dead sooner than we expect.
End.
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| Pissed, and such |
[06 Apr 2006|11:33am] |
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I have decided that from now on, I am no longer anyone's bitch. I'm tired of waiting for people to do what they say they'll do, waiting around doing nothing cause people promise me they'll do shit and then they don't. I try my hardest to do what people ask of me, with nothing expected in return. FUCKING CHRIST! I'm leaving for 4 fucking months in a little over a week, and the people that I have to rely on don't even seem to give a shit that I exist. If it's convinent for them they will, if not then no big deal to them. Even though I go out of my way and make it a bother to myself to make sure that I accomplish what I tell them I will do. That's fucked up. Stop telling me that you care, and start fucking proving it. It's not like you have to do it forever. JUST 11 MORE FUCKING DAYS. God fucking damn it.
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| It is done. |
[01 Apr 2006|10:23am] |
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So, I did it. I told a few people that I would talk to them before I signed anything, but everybody started pressuring me not to, and I want to. So I decided instead of letting people try and pressure me into not going, I did it before they had a chance to do/say anything. Now, if you still want to talk to me about it go ahead, I gladly listen, but realize that there is no way of getting out of my 3 year, 19 week contract. None.
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| Randomness |
[15 Mar 2006|04:05pm] |
I found a house. err...apartment.
Now just to get that money from Amy so that I can pay rent.
I know she'll get it to me soon, but if I wouldn't have paid rent at her place, I'd have it now. Actually, I probably wouldn't, but no matter.
Anyways, I'm slowly starting to figure things out, and it's a good feeling. I'm going to my first party since Techno Therapy this weekend and it's going to be great.
I've been really high the past couple of days, and it's let me think alot about things. Good things, and bad things. But I've been able to think about them, and that's the good thing.
Anyways, talk to you kids later.
Peace out, homeslice.
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| Strike that. |
[13 Mar 2006|08:17pm] |
I have hot off the presses, a new release.
New album has 7 new songs now.
I'll be posting the songs on my Multiply once we get them recorded.
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| Note to all: |
[12 Mar 2006|11:27pm] |
Fuck everyone who's fucked me over recently.
Mostly I'm refering to two people I held close to me.
Fuck them.
Fuck best friends, and most of all. FUCK LOVE.
I'm off to go kill myself now....(Figuratively speaking).
I've got 8 pills, 10 doses of acid, and a shit ton of beer.
YAY!!
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[05 Mar 2006|11:41pm] |
Life sure can throw you curve balls sometimes.
I'm not just talking about the ones that catch you by surprise, I'm talking about the ones that are covered in bloody, human excrement as well.
Long story short, Erynn is kicking me out of "her" house. While I respect her decision and will abide by it, I find it semi-fucked up. First of all, she pays half of the rent, yes, she does have her name on the lease, which gives her a bit more standing, but still. The other person paying rent, Amy, who happens to be my girlfriend, would like me to stay. I pay half of Amy's rent. Mark, Erynn's boyfriend pays a grand fucking total of 32 dollars, which equals out to him being allowed to stay.
All in all, it's a pretty fucked up situation I'm in. If you have a couch, garage, or hairy aunt that I can bunk with for a few weeks (4 max), I'll do your dishes, or give you a blowjob every night. Your choice. I also can throw you a couple hundred bucks if that'll work as well.
Peaches and Cream sound good right now. Mmmmmm....Peaches.
See Miles Pissed Off.
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| News News News |
[05 Mar 2006|08:31pm] |
Amy and I broke up.
End of Story.
Or is it?
No, it's not.
Amy is a unique individual.
She makes me happy, she makes me sad, she treats me just the way I should.
But yet, I still have issues with treating her like Mandy sometimes.
I know I shouldn't, but I do.
I am moving out. Not immediately, but soon. I am starting to look for a place tomorrow.
I'm also starting to find out that alot of people that I consider my friends are turning out to be fake. If I stop talking to you, you know why.
People who think that just because you've known people for a long time, and you used to share something with them, that does NOT mean that it's okay to do shit or say shit that is inappropriate. I may look small and weak, but I can fuck you up in a heartbeat. A lot more than a physical beating would do.
To those of you who are not turning fake, thank you. I love you all.
To all those that matter, Much <3.
To Chelsea, I love you, bitch.
To Amy, Less than four.
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| Techno Therapy |
[30 Jan 2006|12:27pm] |
So my enduring love for all that is wonderful in this life is slowly fading away.
I feel like such a hypocrite. I told Phil that he shouldn't move back in with his mother because that would be like taking a step backwards. Which it is, but now look what I'm doing. Ahh, the bliss.
As I look at the edge of my "My LJ" page, I see my friends birthdays. Bri, Adam, Joelle, Amy, and Zoe. Why have I not talked to 4 out of the 5 in the past 6 months? Hmm? Well, I guess that should change. Shouldn't it?
I'm going to make a visible effort to plan for the next move in. I am already looking for a place, hopefully in PDX.
I'd like to end this entry on a positive note.
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| Oh wow, it's finally here. |
[23 Jan 2006|07:47am] |
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So, I'm sick. Not just sick, sick. But really sick. I've been coughing up bloody mucus all night. I feel like I'm trapped in a freezer even though the heat is all the way up. I can't stop shaking and worst of all, I met somebody.
Point Two. Let's say that your me and I'm you, and the world realizes that what we do is actually a fictional story being told out in realtime. Would it matter then what we did? What we said? How we felt? If there was guilt? If we were living in a fairytale world, would there be fairytale results? Would they even exist? If so, then call me Peter Pan. Call me Tyler Durden. Call me what you will; all I ask is that it is, me.
Point Three. I've done a bad thing, yet it doesn't feel bad. Imagine having every single worry, fear, and demon cast from your life in one utterly defining moment. That has happened to me, now, I know it may not last. I know it probably will not last. But I plan on savoring every last second.
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| Blah, Blah, Fuck off.... |
[24 Nov 2005|01:58pm] |
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Okay, I know I haven't updated in forever. But no one ever reads blogs anymore. I swear to god they dont......Myspace whore for life.
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| SAW II |
[28 Oct 2005|12:35pm] |
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So I want to go see SAW 2 tonight, wanted to know if anybody wishes to join me. I'm planning on going to the 9:35 showing on Highway 99. Let me know if you want to go.
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[31 Aug 2005|02:16pm] |
So 2 Jews and a Phil have finally moved into the apartment together, and I can only say one thing.....
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE AIR CONDITIONER?!?!?!!?
It's bloody hot here!!! Anyways, if you want to stop by and visit, the address is:
6005 NE 102nd Ave. #12. Just go to Nobl Park apartments and drive all the way down to number 12....
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| Quicky.... |
[20 Aug 2005|03:40pm] |
So I haven't updated in a while, and I figured it would be a good time to post.
I finally got around to purchasing a paid LJ account, and I can't say that the features are overwhelming, although I do enjoy the fact that I'm supporting my addiction.
Warped Tour was a blast, I got to see FOB (front row, I might add!), which was fucking amazing! I did manage to loose my phone, however, which totally blows. So, instead of getting it replaced, I just cancelled it and got a new one. My new number is now 360.713.7919 for anyone who had my old number. I don't make a habit of remembering numbers in my head so the ones I did recall are there.
I got tired of the black har and decided to go blonde, which I'm loving, I might add!
It turns out that all of our plans to move out are falling into place, and our date for September 1st seems like a distinct possibility, if not imminent. Phil's mom is going to co-sign for us, which is amazing!
I got my car, '97 Saturn. It's got some miles on it, but for 1500, who's complaining?
My parents are seemingly more and more, "letting go" of everything. They don't seem to mind very much what I do anymore, and rightfully so, as I think they are realizing that I will soon be out of reach of their almighty hand of power.
Anyways, that's about it. I'll try to keep up here.....
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| Oh my fucking god..... |
[09 Aug 2005|03:42am] |
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I want to smother the living life out of Todd right now. First of all, he comes home at like 1:30 completely stoned. Stumbling around the room, steping all over shit, and then he lays down and finaly gets to sleep, sometime around 2. Well, this would have been acceptable, except for the fact that Todd evidently has a serious sleeping problem. If you have ever been with in 50 yards of Todd while sleeping, you know exactly what I mean. You couldn't hear a freakin' jet plane go by. After enduring it for 30 minutes or so, you clap your hands really loud hoping he'll turn over, but no. You'd think he'd do a favor for everyone in the room and sleep on his side or something, but no. He has to sleep on his back, with his mouth wide open, spraying saliva and other reminants into the air. So, I think tomorrow I'm going to tell him he can't sleep in the same room as me, not when I have to work in the morning. Good God.....
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[31 Jul 2005|11:56pm] |
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So, I decided to make my first little road trip to Rochester, WA to pick up some illegal fireworks for the 4th. Man was it exciting. In between almost hitting a deer (ON I-5!!!) and stealing food from Burger King (well not really, but sorta) it was pretty fun. We ended up singing at the top of our lungs to "Forever Yours" by some random 80's guy. I ended up with a shitload of fireworks (M-80's anyone?). So yeah, 4th should be grand!
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| OMG!!! |
[28 Jul 2005|10:37pm] |
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I <3 Fall Out Boy
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