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| 07:27am 05/02/2005 |
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mood:  Definitely Not Crazy music: Dream Theatre - Flight of The Bumblebee
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LOOK OUT!
ïòð | | i_am_in_flames is a radioactive squirrel!! |
From Go-Quiz.com
how on earth did i become a radioactive squirrel?? it just goes to show the big load of sh......oh wait....dammit. the bastards were right:P
LMAO people!! listen up!!! i went down the coast with me aunty the other day and well she had robbie williams in the car...i was soo pissed off......until we found this secret track. its so goddman hilarious!!!! its the last song on escapology (nans songs i think) and u listen till like 9 mins after it or sumtin.
Swimming carnival yesterday. i bought be guitar down and was jamming almost the whole day.... well with the exception of when i fell asleep:P (goddamn u jess:P u and ur relaxing-ness) and OMG i actually swam!! i thought i was going to do shit with the realy team but we came second!! twas an excellent day. even without the guitar and the swim:P
nothing doing today tho...cleaning i think. but tomoro ima gonna cruise over to jess' house for some movie viewing. and whatever else we decide to do if we get uber-bored with the movies.
Outlook on school:: its been 2 weeks roughly that ive been at school and everythings going great. ive picked up all my subjects really quickly...even rugby league! i thought id be waaaay behind on like skill and shit like that but im not that far behind. Ive got a small collection of mates...insane fun, all of them:P especially haylz, jess, skittles, roma, and frankie. Im going to audition for the school musical. "SHERWOODSTOCK" a zany twist on the classic robin hood tale. think of robin hood cross-bred with woodstock:P i want to go for a main part...but one that doesnt sing. maybe robin hood:S
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| 07:16pm 03/02/2005 |
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mood:  creative music: You Don't Care About Us - Placebo
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THERE ARE TWENTY YEARS TO GO AND TWENTY WAYS TO
KNOW WHO WILL WEAR THE HAT. THERE ARE TWENTY YEARS
TO GO, THE BEST OF ALL I HOPE. ENJOY THE RIDE, THE
MEDICINE SHOW. AND THEMS THE BREAKS FOR WE DESIGNER
FAKES. WE NEED TO CONCENTRATE ON MORE THAN MEETS
THE EYE. THERE ARE TWENTY YEARS TO GO, THE FAITHFUL
AND THE LOW. THE BEST OF STARTS, THE BROKEN HEART, THE
STONE. THERE ARE TWENTY YEARS TO GO, THE PUNCH
DRUNK AND THE BLOW. THE WORST OF STARTS, THE MERCY
PART, THE PHONE. AND THEMS THE BREAKS FOR WE
DESIGNER FAKES. WE NEED TO CONCENTRATE ON MORE THAN
MEETS THE EYE. THEMS THE BREAKS FOR WE DESIGNER
FAKES. BUT IT'S YOU I TAKE 'CAUSE YOU'RE THE TRUTH NOT I.
THERE ARE TWENTY YEARS TO GO. A GOLDEN AGE I KNOW.
BUT ALL WILL PASS, WILL END TOO FAST, YOU KNOW. THERE
ARE TWENTY YEARS TO GO AND MANY FRIENDS I HOPE.
THOUGH SOME MAY HOLD THE ROSE SOME HOLD THE ROPE.
AND THAT'S THE END AND THAT'S THE START OF IT. THAT'S
THE WHOLE AND THAT'S THE PART OF IT. THAT'S THE HIGH
AND THAT'S THE HEART OF IT. THAT'S THE LONG AND THAT'S
THE SHORT OF IT. THAT'S THE BEST AND THAT'S THE TEST IN
IT. THAT'S THE DOUBT, THE DOUBT, THE TRUST IN IT. THAT'S
THE SIGHT AND THAT'S THE SOUND OF IT. THAT'S THE GIFT
AND THAT'S THE TRICK IN IT. YOU'RE THE TRUTH NOT I. |
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| 08:05pm 28/01/2005 |
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Wow.. lets hear it for redcliffe:P there are DEFINITELY my sort of people round these here parts. Im not the only INSANE person. and im not the only person who knows of bands like NIGHTWISH.
The DRESDEN DOLLS rule!! I mean coin operated boy is a deadset CLASSIC and GIRL ANACHRONISM? well I think that song speaks for itself. Ive decided that im going to learn it on piano and find some people to sing it. Skittles? Frankie? use interested?
Oh and BTW I am sooooooooo sorry frankie!!!! I so badly did not mean to attack u today!!! You have no idea how weird it is running in those shoes after like 3 years without wearing them!! ..........but it was pretty goddamn funny after. |
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| 04:15pm 26/01/2005 |
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Impossible
I’m standing, surrounded by this darkness and I feel you,
There’s got to be something, something I could say or do.
Don’t you think I know the reason why you’re here?
Now I see you drowning in a pool of all your fear.
If seeing is believing, then I must be going blind,
Cause I’m searching for something that I cannot seem to find.
You said that you’re different, that you’ve had a change of tune,
It’s just too impossible to deal with you.
Defenceless, caught inside the structure of this game,
Reflection, underneath it all you’re just the same.
You’re scared to be alone, afraid to face the truth,
You’ve put everything on the line, cause you’ve got nothing to lose.
If seeing is believing, then I must be going blind,
Cause I’m searching for something that I cannot seem to find.
You said that you’re different, that you’ve had a change of tune,
It’s just too impossible to deal with you.
SOLO BREAK
If seeing is believing, then I must be going blind,
Cause I’m searching for something that I cannot seem to find.
You said that you’re different, that you’ve had a change of tune,
It’s just too impossible to deal with you.
one of me new songs...what do u all think? and btw ive started writing songs bout random funny topics:P post a topic here and ill try to write a song bout it:P |
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| 08:29pm 22/01/2005 |
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hello again.
well its official, i look like such a tool in my school uniform. but meh, im used to looking like a tool anyway. ive been writing a lot recently, songs, poems and the like. im starting to understand the structural qualities of a good piece of writing.
***Another time, another place, could you have existed in harmony with the world? Is your being too beautiful to work as one with your surroundings? To acheive true harmony, must one become a clone? Must one become what is expected of them and be hidden by a veil of indifference? To state that harmony is that quality of indifference reflects the lack of passion and spirit found in the very same quality. In musical terms, is harmony not multiple notes working together to acheive sound? So to say that harmony and sameness are equals would be like comparing wants and needs. If one is to break free from the mould, how far will they go? Too many times you see the mould slamming shut on these people, forever ridding them of spirit.
Life is a classroom. Many lessons are learned within it. Love, for instance, is lesson in extremes. One day we are kind, generous and sensitive to a fault, but then not fit for shooting the next. If love is a lesson in extremes, is it then reasonable to assume that love in itself is extreme? Is this image of love encouraged by the mould? It seems to be spreading. One could not possibly be in love, it must be a phase. If true love is extinguished in such a fashion then no more will the heart, or soul, permit true emotion; once again, creating and recreating the mould.
Why should you be persecuted for stating your differences? If one is different, should it be hidden from the world? Only taken out when nobody is looking? Can anyone truly state who they are? Or is the world a lie.....*** |
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| 05:04pm 11/01/2005 |
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well hello all
i figured out that people are kinda screwed in the head
everyones a tosser...the louder that you say your not, the more it is the case.
I cant be bothered figuring out how to put pictures and shit in so help me out PEOPLE:P
blargh
i dont think anyone liked my song in the previous post |
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| 08:27pm 01/01/2005 |
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hey all..... i gots pink underwear^.^ ^.^
yay!! thanks heaps jenna! <3 em lots!
but anyway not much else happenin... i m going to green day tho...thatll be sick as
so anyways...
Undone
{Intro} Sitting in my room, surrounded by blank faces on my walls.
A product of contempt, nobody knows I'm here or if I'm gone.
{Chorus} What to do? In ninety minute hours.
Im wasting my life but I think it's OK.
{Verse} Melancholy dreams, a tangle of emotion fills my head.
You left me on my own, but silence and confusion stayed my friends.
Censored by my passion, hidden by the grudges in my mind.
Promises of loneliness, theres nothing I can do to you this time
{Chorus} What to do? In ninety minute hours.
Im wasting my life but I think it's OK.
But I think it's OK.
But I think it's OK.
But I think it's OK
{Break}
{Chorus} What to do? In ninety minute hours.
Im wasting my life but I think it's OK.
{End}
wat do use think? a punk song written by me in tribute to green day...post ur comments! and if u like it ill send u a recording! |
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| 01:06pm 24/12/2004 |
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Donny
One dark and stormy afternoon not so long ago, there lived a boy named Donny whose life’s to be on show.
Donny was a shy boy, he wasn’t brave or strong, and whenever girlie’s spoke to him, he blushed and couldn’t respond.
And one day a fair lady, she lived next door to him
she looked upon young Donny and felt herself being pulled in.
Young Donny was attractive, but what added to his charm, were his silent tendencies, he didn’t look like he’d cause harm.
But her heart he’d stolen and he seemed to notice not, for Donny was a shy boy, he couldn’t see cupids shot.
And so Donny’s fair maiden tried her best to make him see the woman she’d turned into and the woman she could be.
When suddenly he saw it the love there in her eyes, more beautiful then rainbows, more tasty then meat pies.
When finally he knew it the love she had for him, he blushed and stuttered and mumbled ‘cause HE had fallen in.
And so their young love started it began to grow and bloom but neither knew what was coming what in the darkness began to loom.
A shadow grew across his heart and pulled their ways askew, she couldn’t understand it, didn’t know what it was he knew.
So apart they slowly drifted and together they were less, but Lynette knew she still loved him and she couldn’t see there mess.
Her love for him was blinding, he was all she saw at night, and when he wasn’t with her, it gave her such a fright.
But Donny he grew weary her insecurities made him wild, and every time she spoke to him, his feelings grew more mild. When Lynette finally realised that Donny loved her no more, her feelings got the better of her, ‘cause he’d shown her the door.
Now Lynette wasn’t a push over and she didn’t like this one bit, so she went into a gun store and with the clerk she did sit.
He was sorry he had messed with her, she was going to make him pay he was really going to rue the day he said every thing ok.
But when she had him cornered and saw the terror in his eyes she knew she couldn’t do it, despite all of his lies.
And so she did the next best thing, and turned it on herself,
and blew herself to smithereens now hows that for stealth?
She had let her passion rule her it dictated all this strife, what had once made her so happy, had just ended her young life.
And Donny he just sat there covered in her ooze and tried his best to let her go, and not to make a move.
Their young love was fated from the moment they first met for Donny was a shy boy, but that wasn’t Lynette.
But Donny still had loved her and wished she’d taken him, despite all of there differences he wanted her with him.
As he looked upon her body, all mangled and decrepit he felt a stirring inside him and he wept and wept and wept.
Finally he could take no more he stood and walked away, her really could not stomach it he simply could not stay.
He walked across the road but he didn’t look both ways and the road train came at him came from somewhere he didn’t gaze.
The moral of this story if you need me to spell it out, is to look both ways when crossing the road ‘cause you never know what’s about. And the OTHER moral to this story is the one you need to know that ever shy guys act like pricks, and some girls cant say no. |
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| 07:07am 24/12/2004 |
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The beast known as the Eidolon drew nearer to the town,
The place hell would break loose that very day.
Poison spreading through his body too slow to kill him yet,
He trudged on through the snow with no delay.
An echo in the shadows made him cry out with surprise,
For no one should have seen him coming through.
It might have been coincidence, it might have been thier fate.
But the Eidolon knew what he had to do.
He stalked his prey through the gristle and bone,
That made up the terrain.
He left no track or sign unseen,
But then God sent the rain.
It washed away the remanants of markings on the path,
The Eidolon fought back the urge to cry.
The poison had spread further now; he could feel it in his limbs.
He realised that he would probably die.
He sat down on a nearby log with his face held in his hands,
And let loose all the anguish in his soul.
But just behind him was a child,
Emerging from a hole.
"Whats wrong?" he asked but to no avail,
The man just kept right on.
"You'll be just fine, well now at least,
That the killing beast has gone."
Slowly the Eidolon realised that this here was his prey,
But he couldnt bring himself to do the job.
For a childs innocence is a wonderful thing,
He got up off his log.
"Im glad you came and talked to me, my little child friend,
For I was thinking darker thoughts then some.
Im the beast you were talking about but now im just a man,
Stay calm my friend, there is no need to run."
The little boy just screamed in terror, his eyes they opened wide.
He quickly lunged himself towards the man.
He sunk his teeth deep in his neck untill he punctured through,
and then the boy just ran and ran and ran.
The Eidolon lay dying on a dirt path near the town,
Where hell should have been set loose on that day.
A funny thought came to his mind, an inlklng of a thought,
Then with his last breath laughed and passed away
**That boy was not innocent or a child by any means,
But the everyone in town will soon be dead.
The boy tasted my blood and now HE has the disease,
Its game over now....the sickness..now...will spread......** |
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| Yipee |
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| 09:37am 17/12/2004 |
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Gday all, and welcome to the wonderful world of......ME! Yes youve guessed im going to take you on a magical journey; down the rabbit hole (do not read into that:P) and through the looking glass. It all started one whimsical day in the land of Pleb....... "James!" called Kelli to his friend, they had not been in each others company for many a day now and it was starting to take its toll on them both.
"For what concievable reason might you have proceeded to call me at this particularly unsuitable time of 2 a.m?" replied James.
"Well old chap, I just thought it prudent to alert you to the fact that I shall be in Brisbane for two months and shall have large opportunities to visit you."
"Oh really? Is that so? Well in that case we shall have to organise some extravagant outings so I can pretend that my life is going O.K when in actual fact I am breaking apart inside."
"Sounds wonderful old boy... but what of your pet?"
"My brother?"
"Right in one laddy"
"Well he will probably annoy the living shit out of you for some attention and then we will come to the conclusion that when he is older, he will be a Queen to rival all Queens"
"Oh yes. Very well then. When shall we talk next?"
"Perhaps tomorrow night?"
"Indeed"
"Indeed?"
"Indeed"
As the story unfolded not only did "the pet" start to look more and more like a Queen but it just so happened that Kelli was on the warpath of many a guilt trip. Thrice did he make James feel so guilty that he broke down but due to a phone call to Emma, and some quick work on her behalf, the problem was rectified.
And so ends this particular chapter in the life of me. Goodbye dear friends, and safe journey. |
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| 11:42pm 12/12/2004 |
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well make it official.... im a soppy pathetic person. i was talking to jenna and kinda the grapevine thing happened. she asked me if i really did love her>> (and of course i do) but it all came down and well i got a good response:> but also my whole world kinda changed a bit ya know? and now i found out shes liked me for ages and that brings on a whole new twist! i want to see her again so i can hug her but i dont know if im able to anymore :'( i miss her so much. but alas shes taken and well after tonights convo she now how has to speak to her partner for some strange reason...i hope it isnt on account of me!!! but maybe im being full of myself.......but meh |
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| hay all |
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| 10:56pm 12/12/2004 |
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well im stll here,...... in brisbane. bored shit lesss...... o and emma? u can go to england if u want i was just saying that i wuoldnt be able to talk to u for six munths. but meh... when do i get see kelli?
im getting sesame street undies for chrissie!!!!!!
****baaaaaaaaa******
~boooom~
sheep grenades are fun
anyways luv yas all |
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| 06:24pm 08/12/2004 |
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music: Iris - Goo Goo Dolls
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Is it just me? It seems that when i leave that i screw peoples lives up.....even if its indirectly!! Jennas life has gone to shit (still there for ya;)) jaimies confused, emmas sad and well ok so are others but theres a few too many to mention here. Why is it the people i love the most always seem to get hurt? Except maybe danielle, shes like flubber. keeps bouncing back no matter what life throws at her. shes so strong! except when it comes to broccilli. but anyway....
It was the day before last that i felt numb....a shell. I woke up yesterday. And the came last nyt. i felt so selfish when jenna told me what had happend (im sorry hun!) all my problems just didnt seem so big anymore and well i felt selfish.
i also had a big (well for me and smellz anyway) convo with danielle...lol ok so maybe it was a little sappy and pathetic but o well lifes a bitch and so's my mum. Jaimie tld me that she hadnt really gotten over me she just said it so she could try...apparntly it didnt work...
KELLIS COMING!!!!! (in a thirty four year old:S) nah jokes that would be silly...not even Jonny would do that...lol.. its ok i know kelli will make up some shit bout me back but any way!!! HES COMING TO VISIT!!!!! its gonna be great
O and if i sing iris one more time in my head the emotional timebomb will explode and we will be flooded |
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| 09:00pm 03/12/2004 |
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mood:  sad
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well i finally realised that the one of only 2 girls ive ever loved are lost to me..... i was talking to one (who shall remain nameless) and well, at the risk of sounding like a pansie, i just cried and cried. she is one of only 3 ppl (count em 3) who i feel close too.. like really close. im talking beeeeest friends. and i dont know what m going to do without hugs....but meh i just want to see emma again.................... |
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| 08:47am 28/11/2004 |
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mood:  enthralled
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Well you are all probably wondering why the hell the subject for this post is "Zebras". Well sadly, you will never know. Hehehe only Jenna knows. Anyway I really need to credit so I can keep in touch with people because I miss people soooo much! But OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
Guess What!!!!!!!!!
Jenna is coming to stay with me for a while!!!! How cool is that!!!!!!
She is like one of my bestest buddies..... sweet!
*composure*
Anyhoo i just wanted to put that down. |
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| ...And then there was silence |
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| 03:24pm 23/11/2004 |
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G'day (pronounced gee-day for something different)
Well you are all finally rid of me! The pest who would talk your ears off in a reccess. But meh does it ever suck! All my close friends that i wish i could just go over and hug but i cant :'( (yes yes that includes you jenna and christine) it sucks ENORMOUS GIANT MONKEY ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
but i spose ill get over it..... one day.... in a psychiatrists office.... lying on a leather couch..... i hate leather couches..... the make me sweat... Then on top of the bill for the therapy theres the upholsterers bill
!!!!!
but anyway..... ok look instead of sending me emails for a while i want everonw to just post them here and we can chat like that ok?? too easy! |
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| sick mate sick (for lack of a non lebo-analogy) |
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| 10:52am 05/11/2004 |
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mood:  accomplished music: welcome to the jungle - guns n roses
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well i got out of school production finally. i done all the assesment i can do so the teachers like yer wateva. im now sitting in 2d animation next to anthony. Mrs telfers cool. she lets me do every reasonable thing id like.
anyway tomorow night is my party... i hope it goes okay and not too many people fuck up. claire is still great. she says some funny ass things.
theres about 60 people coming. rock on. |
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| ..And as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..... |
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| 08:47pm 03/11/2004 |
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mood:  optimistic
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And as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I sahll fear no evil. Cos im the meanest baddest motherfucker down here with the biggest stick. Lol i love that line. its from deep blue sea. well i finally worked up the chutzpah to ask out claire. (or at least get kelly to lol) im leaving and all but i should at least make the best of wat time i have left i suppose....
hope ppl dont see me as a slut or nething for like only going out with her for that long but meh...ill be gone neway.
if ur happy and u no it clap ur hands.....now here is a time i wish i knew wat the sound of one hand clapping sounded like. i m in 2 minds about the move. but hey at least theyll b rid of me.
i was told the other day that i was the best guitarist and drummer in yr 10. i thought that was a pretty big wrap but hey itll belong to sumone else pretty soon.... |
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