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May 20th, 2006
06:09 pm
comment w/ your name and
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a liquor I'd take a shot of with you.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered or liked about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.
Current Location: Enginedown-Brushes
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May 11th, 2006
07:49 pm - That music put me through quite a spin, i must say
It's about time to
Listen to the rain
Beating against the roof, the house the
stray cats and trash cans awaiting pick-up
You never hear anyone say they're scared of the rain anymore...
Even when we were kids splashing in the
aftermath of a good spring storm
The skies would grow dark
And they still do.
And we would run inside when we go soaking wet
and we still do.
And the rain would batter the tin
roof and it would be
muted enough to be pleasent.
It was always the most soothing sleep when
thunder would
strike.
We would fall asleep with the trees blowing 'round outside
our windows
and we
stil do
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May 1st, 2006
09:43 pm - thoughts
This situation clarifies a few things.
a) I am a child of the 80's. The worst case scenario occurs, and all i can think about is how damned ironic it would be if the Brat Pack came through the doorway and re-enacted the last two hours in front of our faces. we don't need no pep talks, no counseling to pull us through; we have 16 Candles and every other romantic comedy to map out our situation (were just playing our favorite scene). It looks as if God really does have a sense of humor.
b) I am either a horrible writer or one of the most jaded people i know. in this circumstance, many kids,teenagers, adults, anyone with half a fucking brain would be pumping out page after page of horribly depressing, but undeniably true, poetry or prose. Instead, I sit back and laugh and add a dash of with to an ultimately sobering reflection, and hope that other people will recognize the sheer irony of the situation.
To those reading this: I want you to know that I am indeed not crazy. I simply am standing beside myself writing this. I have my tongue firmly planted in my cheek, but I can safely say that karma is a bitch, and I ain't no hypocrite. The End
Current Location: Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Honeybear
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March 20th, 2006
09:10 pm
It's a long road home.
7 hours to be exact.
Full of broken walls mended, various animals
and rolling landscapes.
Instead of facing the scenery I put my head on a pillow and dreamt.
I can't remember what about exactly
But i can pretend i was flying or singing or driving in the rain.
It doesnt really matter
its
a
dream
"We've got 5 years..."
Headphones are digging into my ears, but the crooning is too loud for me to care. Bite my lips and adjust my head to the setting sun that was casting a glancing glare from the shrouded window; the tinted window with the backlight that transforms everything into a silhoutte. Just outside a man is throwing his baby into the air, a bouncing, floating, living weight gurgling and giggling as he gains elevation
we've got 5 years.. my brain hurts a lot.
The mom, at least the woman standing next to the man, looks a little nervous each time her toddler is jettisoned into the air, but she just smiles as the man opens his arms and catches the child.
As soon as the kid lands in the man's palms, the man wraps his arms close to the child and brings him near his huge orange beard. The little kid giggles again and lashes his arms out, grabbing onto a tuft of fiery facial har and holds on for dear life. The man slowly disentangles his beard from the babies iron fists, and bring the child closer still, deftly avoiding the child's grubby little groping paws. A kiss on the forehead emblazoned in black as the sun was setting. I smile and bring back memories. Was this how my childhood was?
Ah well, it was now
Current Music: ted leo
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March 19th, 2006
11:53 am
hello suburbia. This place with rolling hills and mud piles, empty csrboard boxes on sale at a flea market that makes up downtown. This place used to be beautiful. I would go on walks and try to forget peoples' name and just look at the scenery and smile, and take pictures to my little hearts content. And now it's gone. at least in the immediately surrounding area. I leave the house, i stil feel cigarette smoke and i see dirt hills rising over the mountains, over the trees, threatening to push the houses in. And then they build. More houses. and more. and more. and more.
I would like to send out a big fuck you to kentucky, everyone. home soon, hopefully
Current Music: little cousin playing gamecube
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March 6th, 2006
09:37 pm - Dear Ben
You make me ________. You should _______. Someday I will ______. You = ________. If I saw you now I'd __________. I would build a _______ just for you. I would get your name tattooed on my __________. If I could sing you any song it would be _________. We could drink __________ under the stars. My love for you is like that of ____________.
Love,
_______________
(P.S. ______________.)
Current Music: Jenny Lewis
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February 18th, 2006
03:46 pm
umm?
maaayyybbeee not
Fight Club!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
brought to you by Quizilla
Current Music: trying of clothes in the background
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February 14th, 2006
06:17 pm
I suffice it to say that we
the darlings of relationships and a bit too much to drink on new year, have
the right to own the world.
To lift our glasses high with the same ambrosia that made us,
Tilt our heads back and laugh the same laugh that escaped through the air as the ball dropped a number of years ago.
It's allusions that
make you feel closer to home.
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February 13th, 2006
08:01 pm
6:20 am and i now have enough coffee in my system to operate for the next few hours without shit to do.
Not a note of music was playing tonight,
but there were enough songs running through our heads.
It kept me singing for hours of losing my age and counting fireflies, til my head hurt.
There are so many unremarkable places in this town that people take for granted. So many places where eyes pass smoothly over and dont see the details that make mediocrity such an amazing thing, pardon the paradoxical bullshit.
The only thing this town has really made me come to despise are wide left turns.
Every road has some run down diner to be rediscovered every saturday night.
Hours bring honesty and respect.
I wish this pen made the white noises that Hank made
happily spillin unrevised narratives into a bulging file
My cat is so damned arrogant.
And i love him for it.
He's been watching my every move and word with that nonchalant lazy eyed stare.
He's been trying to fall asleep for the last 20 minutes or so.
I know how to end things now, to put provocative points of punctuation at points that
persuade the writer and the reader to think of ideas and let them run wild.
Let them dance on a page and not give a shit about what the modernists think.
You can ramble on and on and on and on and on as long as you engage the reader long enough to let
them
drop.
Not everybody gets to go home feeling satisfied
Current Music: Serena Maneesh
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February 2nd, 2006
05:08 pm
uuhhh life has taken a turn for the better.
reasons to be unexplained, but still, im smiling.
2nd semester is going well, for all of those whom i barely see. we should change that.
just not on livejournal.
Current Music: architecture in helsinki
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January 13th, 2006
04:20 pm
ssoooooooooo i got fired from the chicken shack. no reason.
but hey, i dont work tonight. and now my weekends are open.
anyone want to hang out
Current Music: hellnation
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January 8th, 2006
09:12 pm
ears are ringing again.
reminders of guitar lines and bright lights spilled over coffee. strong. black. just the way you like it, bitter hot and scalding. it is a fireside chat in a crowded room where people are swinging from the rafters and music from deaf ears bleeds through tinny stereos.
Green mugs steam and change with bits of cream and sugar and sympathy
i cant fucking believe he would do that
are you sure
aw hun im sorry
same night. same place. same reflection on the lake, and the same guy is just a little too drunk and outside howling at the moon. another table fills and ears start to ring even more. eventually lips start to move across the table, but muted words just bring dazed eyes.
It is the end of december and the snows all gone, but the wind still cuts just as much as when boot were broken in and we were up to our calfs in white.
cold rain just dont cut it anymore
Current Music: murder by death
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January 5th, 2006
09:54 pm
Greg, i think you might like this, haha
Your mufflers too loud, and you swore you would fix that window almost a month ago.
It's winter and i swear to God if i have to brush broken glass off of my pants one more time I'm going to scream
It's not bad sometimes though,
The low rumbling over the wailing of horns
or a deep orchestral hum.
Remember that one night where we saw that one show
And we all swore to God we would never forget our roots?
Then we came home and i screamed until my lungs were on fire
Into a faulty microphone.
Cymbals were crashing and bass lines shifted and melded
into musical score that that we deemed the soundtrack of our lives, at least for the night
The day when sounds never felt so good
And the nights when our hands were freezing and jukeboxes swore to never please us until midnight or later,
after we had play too many games of pool.
Unicorns begged to be dinosaurs and we all sat with our eyes half closed in a room that resembled an opium den,
3 or more cars,
hillbilly style,
Or in the backseat on a couch with
a couple of close friends and a thin blanket that really never beat the cold
Those were the days
Now these are the days when we ride with our asses this close to the ground,
and a gaping window chills conversations to a slow halt
When are you going to get your damn window fixed?
happy new year, more than 4 months of sam tolerating me,
AND,
scholastics tommorow.
aww snaps
Current Music: I am X- simple girl
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December 31st, 2005
04:10 pm
why not. i'm bored. you're bored. you more than likely will not read this.. its all good
10 LAYERS OF ME
LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE
Name: Ben
Birth date: 6-13-88
Birth place: Knifley, Ky (yes that is the real name of the town)
Current Location: Waterford, Michigan
Eye Color: Blue-ish?
Hair Color: Red with brown roots
Righty or Lefty: left
Zodiac Sign: gemini
LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE
Your heritage: British, Irish, Syrian,
What Shoes Do you wear: Wal-Marts
Your weakness: New Cd's
Your fears: going deaf
Your perfect pizza: meat lovers with extra cheese. Go a little carnivore
Goal you'd like to achieve: Become a professional photographer and not get sick of doing what i love
LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW:
Your most overused phrase: online : hullo
Your thoughts first waking up: ...uuuhhhhh....
Your best physical feature: um. Eyes, i guess
Your bedtime: whenever adult swim goes off usually
Your most missed memory: The night at Bay City with Niki and Matt and Jasper
LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK:
Pepsi or Coke: Coke
MacDonald's or Burger King: Micky Ds
Single or group dates: single
Adidas or Nike: Adidas
Lipton Tea or Nestea: mmm nestea
Chocolate or vanilla: vanialla
Cappuccino or coffee: coffee
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU/ARE YOU?
Smoke: on occasion
Cuss: hehe
Single: nope
Take a shower: whenever i wake up early enough to do it
Have a crush: on my boyfriend
Think you've been in love: yes
Want to get married: eventually
Believe in yourself:when i care to
Get motion sickness: never
Think you're a health freak: riiiiggghhhttt.
Get along with your parents: mom, not step dad
Like thunderstorms: best walking time, ever
LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH
Drank alcohol: Yes
Gone on a date: Yes
Gone to the mall: Yes
Been on stage: yup
Eaten Sushi: dont think so
Been dumped: nooo
Gone skating: actually, no
Gone skinny dippin: probably
Dyed your hair: not yet
LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER
Played a game that required removal of clothing: yes
Gotten beaten up: by friends with high testosterone count
Changed who you were to fit in: when i was in middle school, yea
LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER
Age you hope to be married: anywhere from 21
Numbers of Children: boy and a girl would be nice. We'll figure out for the other half
Describe your dream wedding: nice, simple, small scale
How do you want to die: not getting caught while crowd surfing over a bed of spikes
LAYER NINE: IN A GAL/GUY
Best eye color?: silver/hazel
Best hair color?: brownish blond or black
Short or long hair: about midlength, not too long
Height: above not taller than me
Best first date location: concert or movie or coffee shop.
Articles of clothing: a nice pair of jeans go a long way
LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS
Number of people you trust: over all? completly trust i would say maybe 4
Number of cds you own: about 170
Number of piercings: none yet
number of tattoos: soon
Number of times been on T.V.: a couple of times when i was in boyscouts hehe
Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper?: well, considering im on a newspaper, numerous
Number of scars on my body: quite a few. I would say at least 20
Number of things in my past that I regret: nothing.
Current Music: Archers of Loaf
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December 30th, 2005
03:25 pm
good days are here to stayh (knock on wood)
stars due fall sounded way better than any time ihave heard them before.
big props to those who have a LJ and are in stars due fall.
good thing jeni doesnt. avoid me like the plague? i dont know.
hrm.
i hardly ever type in here anymore, its a bit awkward to pick up again.
oh well..
good day, y'all, come get some chicken
Current Music: blanche- wayfaring stranger
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December 24th, 2005
11:40 am
its hard to believe its almost 2006.
reminiscent bullcrap aside, i know, but, well,
so much has happened since january, it is hard to believe that it has gone by so fast.
i've met so many different people who have changed my life, and made me realize how things SHOULD be, not how i desperately try to make them to be, so everyone can be happy.
i love everyone one of the people, and all of the people that i never really see anymore
That one night at cherry hill is one of the best nights of my life.
august 1-4 were some of the best nights of my life
spet. 1 was DEFINETLY one of the best nights of my life.
too many dates to remember. Too many good days. A lot of bad ones too, but all the memories are just incredible.
Sorry for the livejournal bullshit, lol
Current Music: Elliot Smith- The White Lady Loves you More
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December 14th, 2005
06:34 pm
"when i was little, my dad would take me on the roof of our house and show me the constellations
Theres Tauras
Theres the Big Dipper.
and then he would take my small hand, and guide his own path across the heavenly bodies
M-S-U....
he called this one Heritage"
Current Music: the Smiths
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December 11th, 2005
08:45 pm
honestly, the last three nights have been the greatest in a long, long time.
MinamibizmegangregjulianikSAMeveryone are some of my favoritest people, ever.
broken windows and missed show in detroit can do nothing to ruin last night..
i love you all.
and i love cookies. i just didnt want any tonight haha..
wordd, to all of ya
Current Music: Del the Funky Homosapien- Don't forget
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November 22nd, 2005
06:51 pm
So perhaps i will do this, for Niks sake.
List 5 truths... blah blah blah, here we go.
1. I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR MY FRIENDS...
i know a lot of people say this. And i know it gets tiring to hear, but its true. I dont really know how to show it. But, for anyone out there who is reading this on my friends list, call me ANYTIME... and i do mean ANYTIME if you need to talk about something, or need someone to hang out with, or just do whatever is one your mind. Seriously.
2. IM A HOPELESS ROMANTIC...
For this one, just ask Sam. I love you is my favorite phrase, and there is nothing better than looking into the eyes of someone you love, and seeing a true passion reflect back. It is amazing. And i seemed like such a hardass.
3. I HATE BEING ALONE...
I feel inadequate by myself. I feel like i have to have something to do, somewhere to be, someone to cheer up or be there sholder to cry on. I love thinking, but i dont love thinking by myself. Memories and past experiences and the like play through my head a bit more than i enjoy, and it just makes life a little gray sometimes.
4. I HOLD MY FRIENDS WITH THE HIGHEST REGARD...
the more i swear at you, or make fun of you, or what have you, the more i respect you. I value everything every one of my friends says, and always take to heart, sometimes a little bit too much, criticisms and shortcomings. Compliments send me through the roof, however. There is nothing better than a hug from a friend, as far as friendly relationships go.
5 IM SCARED OF MY FUTURE...
In less than 6 months, im out of school. As excited as i am about that, it scares the bejeezus outta me. I like what i want to be my profession (photography) but who is to say im better than anyone else in the field? i dont know what i have to get ahead, if i need to be ahead, or anything. Im just too worried that maybe all of my slacking is going to come back to haunt me. :sigh:
Matt Judge
Sam
Dayna?
Dianna
Minami.
do's it up bitches
Current Music: mmm... i hate christma music this early
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November 18th, 2005
10:25 pm
i suggest you all go see walk the line right now...
cause it was astounding.
and incredibly so.
that is all
Current Music: darling companion- johnny cash/ june carter
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