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so this is war [12 May 2006|12:01am]
[ mood | predatory ]

<td align="center"> Nick Gallick --

A deadly strain of projectiile vomit

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com</td>
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Comment if you're planning on being there [02 Apr 2006|03:00pm]
[ mood | excited ]

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Repost this is you're cool! [16 Mar 2006|11:09pm]
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blue-collar with the drunk drunk daughter, it's alchemy [03 Feb 2006|11:08pm]
[ mood | amused ]




What f'ing loser forgives his gf from cheating on his more than 3 times in less than a couple of months. AHAHAHAHA

belgian rofls fo sho

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..Someone shat on the coats [02 Feb 2006|11:06pm]
[ mood | tired ]

i never could understand what makes the most insignificant incident of ever become one of the most stressful and difficult thing to deal with. that fucking cringing feeling. no reason.

it's hard to figure out if today was good or bad. it's not neither, if anything its a bunch of good and bad chunks. i feel like crap. any physical activity that requires running back and forth repeatedly does not go well with my comfortability. i've felt out of breath all day in the sense that i'm always concious of my breathing and feel like i have to take lots of deep breaths. team sports was a bad idea.

moral of the story kids, don't let your booty fall out of shape unless you plan to sit on it for the rest of your life.

i have a clone and he's on radio staff. what the hell.

time for bed.

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shadows have their way with everyone.. [30 Jan 2006|06:03pm]
[ mood | optimistic ]

This semester is going to kick some second semester senior ass.


(p.s. the snake the cross the crown is amazing)

adjacent to the door frame
as her skin sings of escape
and his eyes softly collide
with the will he tries to confine

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we're the kings of the kilburn high! [16 Jan 2006|10:50pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

Chuck Norris likes to knit sweaters in his spare time...

...and by knit i mean kick

...and by sweaters i mean babies.


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[06 Jan 2006|11:17pm]
[ mood | Amazed ]

"Heyyy nowww
Overcome your concerrrn about
the weatherrr

Whether or not
I'm still aliive checking..
vital siiiigns

So soft spoken and shyyy
never gets high anymooore
Did you poison myyy food?
Forgive me IIIIIIII've the paranoid flu..

I've been
wiiide awake paralyzed
by the buzzing of
the televisioooon

these modern thiiiiiings we knowwwww
getting you off
these modern thiiiiiings we knowwwww
getting you off...

Hauuuunting us these
Different meanings and
Spectral beiiiings

Weeee're fiiiightiiing sleeeep wiith
broken, rusted weaaaaaaaaapppooooonnnrrryyyyyyy

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnng soooooooooo
Softly and lowwwwwwwwwww liiike..
you want me to heeeeeeeeeear

Stooolen what you can't affoooord
What's that muffffled beeeeeeeeeating forrrrr?

I've beennn
Wide awaake paralyyyyyzed
by the buzzing of the televiiisioooooon

These modern thiiiiiiiings we knowwwwwwww
getting you offffffffff
These modern thiiiiiiiings we knoooooowwwwwww
getting you offffffffffff
(off off off)

Something I never said
Speaks so softly"

Sorry, I can't get over this song.

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Not to make a completely stereotypical emo entry here but.. [03 Jan 2006|06:27pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Today really took the wind out of my sails.

-No car for a long time because a 50 year old man is an immature selfish asshole who doesn't want to get a ticket.

-Only one hour of what was supposed to be my awesome break-out debut of my radio show this Thursday.

-I feel completely retarded for not calling the police or getting more of this guys info.

-Seeing Nick Gallick makes me want to kill myself.

-School is the worst thing since non-sliced bread.

I was going to write that I'm getting sick, but maybe I'll be able to bum a couple days out of school because of it.


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turkey turkey turkey!!!! [25 Dec 2005|11:42am]
[ mood | cheerful ]

w00t w00t.

My parents have pulled through. They are teh rock.


Merry Christmas errebody.

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Bologna soup would be a bad idea. [20 Dec 2005|10:50pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

You know you truely hate someone when you make fun of them.. when you're by yourself. Completely alone just ripping this person to shreads in the most humorous ways that you can conceive. It's fun, try it sometime.

I slept all afternoon. I got home from school, called Amber, then passed out. I woke up maybe 2 hours ago and now I'm about to go back to bed. School is sucking the energy from my soul. w00t for break!

My 18th birthday is a week from tomorrow (the 28th). Everyone (unless you're that one person who already knows I hate your f'ing guts) is invited to come chill at my house starting at 4pm. If you don't know where I live, call me. 248 760 8361.


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[17 Dec 2005|12:23am]
[ mood | crushed ]

Check out some of the double-exposure photos I did. Remember, no photoshop or editing on these. Comment because I wanna know what you think!

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On a more serious note, I almost shed some tears walking to my car today. I cannot beleive the things I've seen human beings doing to other human beings lately. This world is not fair. Hang in there Lauren and George, we're all here for you guys, and we really do care about you.


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We're fighting sleep with broken, rusted weaponry.. [13 Dec 2005|11:26pm]
[ mood | irritated ]

I'm starting to get the feeling that nobody takes me seriously. Well you should.

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Crop circles in the carpet [12 Dec 2005|10:44pm]
[ mood | crushed ]

Tonight I learned a lot about friendship and about being susceptable to people who take advantage of that friendship. What could be mistaken as friendship is someone just hanging out with you to make theirself feel cooler or whatever the case is. I wish people would stop thinking of theirselves over their "best friends". Don't let it happen to you that you end up putting up with someone until you cant take it anymore. Don't let that person guilt you into staying their friend. As much as I really want to keep every friendship I have, because you all are really important to me, if you don't really care about me so much that it drives me to this point, I can't do it anymore. Sorry, I'm done with it.

Please love your friends and make sure you aren't hanging around with them for any other reason than that you like to be around them.


P.S. Part of this whole thing is not caring what shit they're going to spread about me. It's a bunch of bullshit that they say to make themselves feel better. It's not like it's never happened before, but now I don't expect any better..

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I'm not sold on anything but half a dream [07 Dec 2005|11:41pm]
[ mood | crushed ]

I can say this was most definately the most complicated night of my life. I feel guilty, angry, tired, confused, stupid, and so many other things. It's that emtpy shell feeling. I can't think of a way to better describe it. I'm just gone. Fuck I feel like such an asshole because of more than one thing and for contradictory reasons too. Let's just say that I've never been this hard on myself or other people. If you can avoid talking to me tomorrow, please avoid talking to me. As much for my sake as yours. I'm a fucking jerk to be thinking the way I am. This is how heroine addictions start.

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Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end.. [06 Dec 2005|11:09pm]
[ mood | tired ]

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your Livejournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.

1. Death Cab For Cutie - Brothers on a Hotel Bed
2. Saosin - Penelope (Pinback Cover)
3. Thrice - Dust of Nations
4. Ray Lamontagne - Jolene
5. Sufjan Stevens - John Wayne Gacy Jr.
6. Mars Volta - Eriatarka
7. Thrice - Flags Of Dawn

i tag...
(holy crap no one does LJ anymore.. i'll just put down everyone who has done an entry within the past year, lol.)
1) Amber
2) Kristen
3) Sam H.
4) Mary
5) Sam f.
6) Chris
7) Jenn

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[05 Dec 2005|09:49pm]
[ mood | disappointed ]

My Dad quit his job..

I have no clue what to expect anymore. I really thought it was over. This was supposed to be an awesome Christmas that we could just sit back and not have to worry about it being our last one here. I feel like we got completely fucked over. For a whole decade everything was awesome. Both of my parents had great paying, steady jobs. We could afford a new house in a nicer neighborhood. But after we move in, shit hits the fan. My Dad's steady job turns into a shitty "work-out-of-the-house" gig that was destined to slowly fade out of economic worth, three of his "great opportunities" also get fucked up, and now my Mom's worried that she might lose her job because her boss is going psychotic lately because she's a fucked up bitch with a fucked up life. Not to mention fucking rich as hell. Arghsdfjkhsdkjfg.

I know we're lucky to be in the situation we're in. But my parents don't tend to remember that, which makes living in this house a fucking nightmare with them bitching all the time. Can't things just go back to how they were a few years ago? I only have one more year left here, why do I have to spend it freaking out about my parents and their shit. I just want things to be normal around here. It feels like I moved away from my family 3 years ago and now I'm stuck here with two stressful, obnoxious roomates. I'm sick of this damn house I don't give a fuck if we move.

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memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds [03 Dec 2005|11:18pm]
[ mood | chizzill ]

I guess I'm sticking to trends too long. First the scene myspace names then livejournal. Where are all my peeps? Don't give up on your livejournals! Don't let the man get you down! Er something.

Anyway, today I got some stuff for Christmas. I learned that I need to get my paycheck soon before the bank shoots me in the face. I'd actually be suprised if they did that.. That's like.. illegal.

12 year old girls wearing Fall Out Boy and MCR shirts make me laugh. I wonder what kind of music they're gonna like in 6 years. Probably hardcore techno rap and funkadellic-bluegrass or something crazy. I'm so sick of the whole image associated with rock now. There's a lot of great bands out there, but unless you're making out with other dudes on stage, smearing fake blood everywhere in a festive mannor, purposely singing off key, and leaving out parts of the vocals (because after 8 packs of cigs your wind goes), you are not cool enough. Good, lets keep it that way. As much as I hate to see good bands barely making enough money to get by, I could never see Circa Survive on top of a 10 foot stage at some Arena with 8,000 kids singing along. Fan interaction is a good thing.

Catechism tomorrow, I have yet to make up a lesson plan. Oh well, 1st graders are easy to keep busy. "Here, draw a picture of God, I'll be back in an hour."


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sleep with one eye open, live with both eyes shut [30 Nov 2005|12:09am]
[ mood | awake ]

Today was a weird day.


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Surrender has somehow become so beautiful [28 Nov 2005|03:10pm]
[ mood | erghflaerhuhs ]

So in a follow-up to last night's entry..

1) I'm hopeless in PreCalc
2) I don't start work until thursday.

Time for chizzilation.


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