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Sunday, December 16th, 2018 06:46 am
So tomorrow is the official date of the tumblr purge, we'll if my blog will survive it. But since I've done all I can to back up my posts I can now focus on my new blogs. First, I'm going to back up my old livejournal to here. Going to take some time and try to figure this all out and get organized, so don't mind me. I gotta remember how to blog like a real person and not a tumblr again :/

Welcome to my dreamwidth!
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Tuesday, February 21st, 2006 12:59 pm
"He's a whore! He's an equal-opportunity whore!"



my roommate is awesome
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Tuesday, February 21st, 2006 12:07 am
i hear the bells
down in the canyon, it's
snow in new york
some blue december, i'm
gone to the moon
without you, girl, and i'm
calling to you
throughout the world and well i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant and i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant

i hear the bells
they are like emeralds, and
glints in the night
commas and ampersands
your moony face
so inaccessible
your inner mind
so inexpressible

i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant and i can (i can)
hear the bells
ringing joyful and triumphant and

down, down, down, down, be-down, down, down
down, down, down, down, be-down, down, down

i'm seeking girls
in sales and marketing
let's go make out
up in the balcony
your business dress
so business-like and i'm
tossing the blouse
over a chairback and

i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant and i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant and

i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant and i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant and

down, down, down, down, be-down, down, down
down, down, down, down, be-down, down, down

you snooze, you lose
well, i have snost and lost
i'm pushing through
i'll disregard the cost
i hear the bells
so fascinating and
i'll slug it out
i'm sick of waiting

i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant and i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant and

i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant and i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant and

i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant and i can (i can)
hear the bells are
ringing joyful and triumphant and

down, down, down, down, be-down, down, down
down, down, down, down, be-down, down, down
down, down, down, down, be-down, down, down


-mike doughty, i hear the bells
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Monday, February 20th, 2006 11:48 pm
 not-life beats your life

any day

trust me



oh, and people are starting to freak me out
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Wednesday, February 15th, 2006 05:41 pm
All I got for Valentine's Day was a random card shoved under my door from an anonymous someone.
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Tuesday, February 14th, 2006 11:59 pm
 heart George O'Malley

He completes me

am George O'Malley
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Monday, February 13th, 2006 02:09 am
new york snow this time of year 
there’s nothing more beautiful to me 
except for you 
making my way on the town and down 
seeing familiar places, faces 
in my pile of coffee grounds 
the days are better, the nights are still so lonely 
sometimes i think i’m the only cab on the road 
sometimes i think i’m the only cab on the road 

watching my breath rise in the sun 
pulling myself into mid-one 
helplessly feel for my phone and drive away 

this new rhythm i pursue 
is just my getting over you 
telling myself that i need to 

the days are better, the nights are still so lonely 
sometimes i think i’m the only cab on the road 
sometimes i think i’m the only cab on the road 

i’m still looking for a play no one said that it was fair 
to be alone 

the days are better, the nights are still so lonely 
sometimes i think i’m the only cab on the road 

the days are better, the nights are still so lonely 
sometimes i think i’m the only cab on the road 
sometimes i think i’m the only cab on the road


-train, cab
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Tuesday, January 31st, 2006 09:16 pm
there's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold 
and she's buying a stairway to heaven. 
when she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed 
with a word she can get what she came for. 
ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. 

there's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure 
'cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. 
in a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, 
sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. 
ooh, it makes me wonder, 
ooh, it makes me wonder. 

there's a feeling I get when I look to the west, 
and my spirit is crying for leaving. 
in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, 
and the voices of those who stand looking. 
ooh, it makes me wonder, 
ooh, it really makes me wonder. 

and it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune 
then the piper will lead us to reason. 
and a new day will dawn for those who stand long 
and the forests will echo with laughter. 

if there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, 
it's just a spring clean for the May queen. 
yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run 
there's still time to change the road you're on. 
and it makes me wonder. 

your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know, 
the piper's calling you to join him, 
dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know 
your stairway lies on the whispering wind. 

and as we wind on down the road 
our shadows taller than our soul. 
there walks a lady we all know 
who shines white light and wants to show 
how everything still turns to gold. 
and if you listen very hard 
the tune will come to you at last. 
when all are one and one is all 
to be a rock and not to roll. 

and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
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Sunday, December 18th, 2005 05:18 am
Your mind will unlock great mysteries.
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Friday, December 16th, 2005 04:29 pm
And right now they are kinda being assholes.
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Thursday, December 15th, 2005 01:18 am
The secret paths of your heart contain many blessings to be shared with another.





am bored, want something interesting to do. ugh, why is one-thirty in the morning no fun?
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Thursday, December 8th, 2005 11:01 pm
this has been said so many times that i'm not sure if it matters
but we never stood a chance
and i'm not sure if it matters
if you are the shores, i am the waves begging for big moons
i'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town

your secrets out
i know it hurts, it was meant to
your secrets out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
and it's mind over (you don't) matter

this has been said so many times that i'm not sure if it matters
but it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming
into microphones for attention
because we're just so bored
we never knew that you would pick it apart, oh
i'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts

your secrets out
i know it hurts, it was meant to
your secrets out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
and it's mind over (you don't) matter

i used to obsess over living,
now i only obsess over you
tell me you'd like boys like me better
in the dark lying on top of you
this has been said so many times that i'm not sure if it matters
this has been said so many times that i'm not sure if it matters
this has been said so many times that i'm not sure if it matters
this has been said so many times that i'm not sure if it matters

i know it hurts, it was meant to
your secrets out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
and it's mind over (you don't) matter

from day one i talked about getting out
but not forgetting about
how all my worst fear are letting out
he said why put a new address on the same old loneliness
when breathing just passes the time
until we all just get old and die
now talking's just a waste of breath
and living's just a waste of death
and why put a new address on the same old loneliness
and this is you and me and me and you until we've got nothing left


-fall out boy, get busy living or get busy dying
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Monday, December 5th, 2005 01:43 am
 It's freezing out. I just checked the temperature and it's in the mid-twenties. Geesh, it didn't feel that cold.

Though I did fall on my knee. Bill almost caught me, but it wasn't too bad - no bleeding, so yay.

Sleep now, more later.
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Thursday, December 1st, 2005 01:27 pm
you only hold me up like this
'cause you don't know who i really am
sometimes i just want to know what it's like to be you
we're making out inside crashed cars
we're sleeping through all our memories
i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive (now i only waste it dreaming of you)

turn off the lights and turn off the shyness
'cause all of our moves make up for the silence
and oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase
like i'll never be the same

you only hold me up like this
'cause you don't know who i really am
i used to waste my time on
waste my time on
waste my time dreaming of being alive (now i only waste it dreaming of you)

turn off the lights and turn off the shyness
'cause all of our moves make up for the silence
and oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase
like i'll never be the same

i've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you, no
i've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you, no
i'm not trying
you only hold me up like this

turn off the lights and turn off the shyness
'cause all of our moves make up for the silence
and oh, the way your makeup stains
like i'll never be the same


of all the gins joints in all the world by fall out boy
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Tuesday, November 29th, 2005 02:32 am
i found the cure to growing older
and you're the only place that feels like home
just so you know, you'll never know
and some secrets weren't meant to be told
but i found the cure to growing older

i'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends
and i am sorry my conscience called in sick again
and i've got arrogance down to a science
and i'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends

douse yourself in cheap perfume it's
so fitting, so fitting of the way you are
you can't cover it up, can't cover it up
so douse yourself in cheap perfume it's
so fitting, so fitting of the way you are
you can't cover it up, can't cover it up

find a safe place, brace yourself, bite your lips
i'm sending your fingernails and empty bottles you've sipped
back to your family 'cause i know you will be missed
so you can find a safe place, brace yourself

they call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone
but for what we've become, we just feel more alone
always weigh what i've lost against what i left
so progress report: i am missing you to death

douse yourself in cheap perfume it's
so fitting, so fitting of the way you are
you can't cover it up, can't cover it up
so douse yourself in cheap perfume it's
so fitting, so fitting of the way you are
you can't cover it up, can't cover it up

someone old
no one new
feeling borrowed
always blue

someone old
no one new
feeling borrowed
always blue

someone old
no one new
always borrowed
always you

i found the cure to growing older
i found the cure to growing older

douse yourself in cheap perfume it's
so fitting, so fitting of the way you are
you can't cover it up, can't cover it up
so douse yourself in cheap perfume it's
so fitting, so fitting of the way you are
you can't cover it up, can't cover it up


-fall out boy, i slept with someone in fall out boy and all i got was this stupid song written about me
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Wednesday, November 9th, 2005 02:04 pm
i think i've already lost you
i think you're already gone
i think i'm finally scared now
you think i'm weak - but i think you're wrong
i think you're already leaving
feels like your hand is on the door
i thought this place was an empire
but now i'm relaxed - i can't be sure

i think you're so mean - i think we should try
i think I could need - this in my life
i think I'm just scared - i think too much
i know this is wrong it's a problem i'm dealing

if you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
there's an awful lot of breathing room
but i can hardly move
if you're gone - baby you need to come home
'cause there's a little bit of something me
in everything in you

i bet you're hard to get over
i bet the room just won't shine
i bet my hands i can stay here
i bet you need - more than you mind

i think you're so mean - i think we should try
i think I could need - this in my life
i think i'm just scared - that i know too much
i can't relate and that's a problem i'm feeling

if you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
there's an awful lot of breathing room
but i can hardly move
if you're gone - baby you need to come home
'cause there's a little bit of something me
in everything in you

i think you're so mean - i think we should try
i think i could need - this in my life
i think i'm just scared - do i talk too much?
i know this is wrong it's a problem i'm dealing

if you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
there's an awful lot of breathing room
but i can hardly move
if you're gone - baby you need to come home
'cause there's a little bit of something me
in everything in you


-matchbox twenty, if you're gone
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Wednesday, November 9th, 2005 03:24 am
Still not even tired, but I guess I might as well actually try to get some sleep tonight....well actually, this morning.
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Wednesday, October 26th, 2005 02:31 pm
...or at least it should be if all works out. Explain more later. I've got homework to do and then class.
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Wednesday, October 12th, 2005 11:44 pm
Just be aware of your polarity.

Another grand fortune.

I'm feeling very full of apathy right now. I mean, I didn't even feel like watching Lost tonight (I did though). So you know something is wrong when I don't want to watch Lost.

Probably because I wrote two papers yesterday, had three classes, wrote another paper today, and have a midterm tomorrow morning. Ugh. And I am so not tired right now either. Yet if I stay up too late, I'll sleep in too much and therefore will most likely be late for Algebra. Another ugh.



Okay, that's all. Don't feel like writing more, but kinda felt bad for not posting in the blog for awhile (don't know why, practically no-one reads this).



Maybe more later...maybe tomorrow, I can complain about my midterm.



Night night.
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Tuesday, September 20th, 2005 03:16 pm
you are indeed a secret genius



i so undeniably rock