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[11 Dec 2005|01:06pm] |
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i would have to say this has been one amazing weekend. alot happened that taught me about myself and those around me. i thrive on information..
i gave up quitting cigarettes untill my finals are over. i cant handle running around like a crackhead and trying to sit and study. my parents are getting me the patch next sat because over break i wont have anything but the movie theatres to do.. so i can just stop smoking.
im feeling alright about staying in school next quarter but im prepared for the worst. should anything go wrong you can find me in santa monica with my sister, going to smc then back out to riverside or somewhere if my transferable credits are worthy. finishing school is important to me, and one way or another its going to get done.
past few weeks have been so nice. i wouldnt have thought 1 or 2 months ago that i would ever be this happy/content again. i owe this to all of my friends and family. those who have showed me so much that i can only hope to be of such help to you one day. i lost myself for a minute there.
regret.. is a major thing. but life goes on. there are things i regret from time to time that i have done in my life, but all that has happened since then, and all that ive been able to help is a result of where i am today. so i am content. i hope to use these feelings to my advantage in helping others..
trying to form myself into a better person.. it is working but im not done yet.
for love.. my adventure continues and i walk on. these memories i have can only play to my advantage. there might not be a next time.. another chance to keep walking.
im going to get a phoenix tattoo after christmas hopefully.. its going to happen. but whenever i get the money is when ill go get it. my boss drew it, and its pretty fucking tite. whether i stay in riverside or not would make a huge difference on where i get it on me.
ill see you around these streets.
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| i swear ive posted this before.. but its just that good. |
[27 Nov 2005|12:11pm] |
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less than jake - portrait of a cigarette smoker at age 19 |
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I used to be a stereotype;
Half alive with half open eyes,
With a one track mind,
And a flawed design.
Feeling like I was lost at sea
At only the age of 19.
Floating around in alcohol and apathy,
Taking in too much caffeine and nicotine.
And if we make it out of here alive,
Just say you won't look back to see,
Just who we left behind.
(There might not be a next time)
With all the ups and downs and turnarounds.
(Might not be a next time)
To the breaking ups and breaking downs.
(Might not be a next time)
Yeah we were the ones who say...
(There might not be a next time)
I used to be a stereotype;
Someone you'd never recognize.
With fingers so yellow,
That they matched the yellow skies.
And there were a few things I memorized,
From all those blurry times.
Like bottles clinking under blinking signs,
And a few last words from long lost friends of mine.
And if we make it out of here alive,
Just say you won't look back to see,
Just who we left behind.
(There might not be a next time)
With all the ups and downs and turnarounds.
(Might not be a next time)
To the breaking ups and breaking downs.
(Might not be a next time)
Yeah we were the ones who say...
(There might not be a next time...)
And if we make it out of here alive,
Just say you won't look back to see,
Just who we left behind,
Just who we left behind.
After all the fuck ups and fall downs.
(There might not be a next time)
With all the ups and downs and turnarounds.
(Might not be a next time)
To the breaking ups and breaking downs.
(Might not be a next time)
Yeah we were the ones who say...
(There might not be a next time...)
(Might not be a next time...)
(Might not be a next time...)
(There might not be a next time)
Words to live by,
We're all doing just fine...
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