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I don't want this to die..
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| Monday, December 27th, 2004 |
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Wow, how things have changed. Looking back on this all, I never would have thought right now would be right now. I never thought I could bring myself to the state I'm in. Highschool wasn't all I had planned for. I just wish I could more vividly remember things. I wish I hadn't drown out all our good times. I wish I could at least remember them. Sometimes I forget all the fun we had. All of us. When we were us. Now my life is so different because no one talks anymore. I just wish for one night, one night, we could all just hang out again. Put our differences aside for one night and have a blast. And then just go our separate ways. Just so I can remember us as us. Not as a group of friends who got caught up in the drama we despise and won't speak to each other because of girlfriends or bands or fights or car doors or giving head to a microphone or any stupid shit. It never ends.. I'm more scared than anything. It feels like my time to grow up keeps getting closer and closer and I see myself far from that point. At least I wish I could. I'm scared of moving on. I'm scared of not having what I used to. All these memories that come back to me on nights like these make me so upset. I get upset because things like these memories don't happen anymore and it doesn't look like they are going to happen anymore. I guess the point is that I've realized we don't have as much time as we think we do. Carpe Diem. You know who you are.. We were so invincible. We were so inseprable. We never cared about anything, never thought twice about anything. So won't you walk me home in the rain just one more time? So won't you lie to me leave me all alone just one more time? I can't get over this feeling you placed in me a year ago. Just make it seem like its all my fault every time every time. Too bad you'll never get to sing this song.. |
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| Monday, April 19th, 2004 |
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..And this is me being THE biggest hypocrite ever. So much has changed since I last wrote in this thing. I feel like such a fucking dork writing in this, but I can't sleep and yeah. Shit's so fucked up now. I mean, rugby is great, like one of the most fun things I've ever done. Brian is a real sweet friend, watching every episode of Family Guy is fucking sweet. I apologized to Ron, and I've made a bunch of new friends that I never thought I'd hang out with. Here comes the country song part.. But, on top of all that, I've lost Kerry, I'm not in ALFW anymore, I don't talk to Jeremy, and a bunch of people hate me. But when has it ever been like me to give a fuck about everyone else? That's right. Well, spring break is now over and I get to go to hell tomorrow. One. |
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| Sunday, March 28th, 2004 |
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Right now, I need you in my arms. Right now, tonight, I need you in my arms.. |
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| Wednesday, January 14th, 2004 |
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| You and I are like when fire and the ocean floor collide. | ||
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| Friday, November 28th, 2003 |
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| Yo I got my internet back. Hopefully not for too long, though. I'm sick of this stupid internet shit. I hate this stupid journal. AHHHHHHH | ||
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| Thursday, November 20th, 2003 |
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I'm sweet! |
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| Saturday, November 15th, 2003 |
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 I did it in 1 </big></b> second. I deserved an A++!! Take the How Dexterous Are You? Quiz!! |
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| Thursday, November 13th, 2003 |
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Yeah so I got my permit today. Haha, I got 6 wrong, I'm so sweet. I'm cold. |
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| Sunday, November 9th, 2003 |
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I guess I'll write in here because.. I will. I've been so fucking sick and its like pissing me off. I'll be fine at night, but when I wake up I feel sick as shit. LoL, The other day I hacked up another one of those huge ass snot/blood/black stuff things. It was so gross lol. Me and Ker hung out with Nick and Jen last night. We went to the mall because thats what cool kids do. Then we came back to my house. Hahaha, Nick wanted my sister! It was so funny. Don't even deny it dude, lol we all know you tried to get with her. Yeah so no one's going to be home at my house like all day. Wait.. that happens every day, lol. Yeah, I think I'm gonna go make coffee. |
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I have a new screen name. PrinceOfThaRodeo Yeah. |
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| Saturday, November 8th, 2003 |
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PopTartsChaseMe: jerk One30EightFiend: homo PopTartsChaseMe: i knew you were gonna do that One30EightFiend: hahaha PopTartsChaseMe: you're the one that likes boys, not me One30EightFiend: hahaha PopTartsChaseMe: i mean AHAHAH omg PopTartsChaseMe: i mean oh lord theres no saving my self now.. Man, not even saturday morning cartoons are this funny. |
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| Thursday, November 6th, 2003 |
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This is me writing in my journal about how I'm fucking useless. And a hypocrite. |
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| Sunday, November 2nd, 2003 |
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Yeah so I like.. don't update anymore. I've come to the realization that the internet fucking sucks, and I hate stupid journals like this one. I hate it how fucking stupid people are with these things. I hate communities, I hate stupid fucking communities where you post your pictures and people rate you like youre some fucking random object. I hate it when I write in this thing because I'm just being the same as everyone else. The internet is full of pussies who can't say things to people's faces. And I was definitely one of them. Yeah anyways. Thin Red Line is coming along pretty good. It's real fun. Most fun I've ever had playing. Except maybe when AFFW made they're triumphant return at St. John's. That was fuckin sweet. I hate you, dad. The show last night was the best show ever. I mean Snapcase played like 5 OLD songs. It felt like being at an old school hardcore show because there was like barely any security and the stage was 3 feet high. Man, what a time. Yeah we have a show on Dec. 12th. I don't really care, I just figured I'd put this because.. Yeah I don't know why. It's at showplace at 5pm. Its like 8 bucks. Go. I think I'm going to go now. Later. |
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| Saturday, October 18th, 2003 |
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So some kid called me this morning and woke me up. He was like "This is Mike Volz's brother, I bought Pat's amp, can I pick it up from your house?" "It's not here, it's at Jeremy's." "Oh, okay." click LoL, that kid's never going to see that amp. It was sitting in my basement for like 3 and a half months so I just kind of.. "adopted" it. Whatever. So anyways, yesterday some girl and a gay kid come up to me and hand me a note. It said this: Hey, these are the kids that always ask you to pet their pooch! I think your name is john. Yeah we both like you and we were wondering if you were gay or straight? Please don't be mad we were just wondering. Okay G2G Yes it said "nam". LoL, that was seriously the funniest thing ever. I even showed Mr. Jaroz. What should I reply with? I'm never throwing this out. LoL, man.. I called B to see if we had practice today, but no one answered. I hope we do because I'll be sitting around the house all day if we don't. I guess this is what I get for caring. |
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| Saturday, October 11th, 2003 |
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Are you gonna live your life wonderin' standing in the back lookin' around? Are you gonna waste your time thinkin' how you've grown up or how you missed out? Things are never gonna be the way you want. Where's it gonna get you acting serious? Things are never gonna be quite what you want. Or even at 25, you gotta start sometime. I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go. Now all I need is just to hear a song I know. I wanna always feel like part of this was mine. I wanna fall in love tonight. Are you gonna live your life standing in the back looking around? Are you gonna waste your time? Gotta make a move or you'll miss out. Someone's gonna ask you what it's all about. Stick around nostalgia won't let you down. Someone's gonna ask you what it's all about. Whatcha gonna have to say for yourself? I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go. Now all I need is just to hear a song I know. I wanna always feel like part of this was mine. I wanna fall in love tonight. Crimson and clover, over and over. Crimson and clover, over and over. Our house in the middle of the street, why did we ever meet? Started my rock 'n roll fantasy. Don't don't, don't let's start, why did we ever part? Kick start my rock 'n rollen heart. I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go. So come on Davey, sing me somethin' that I know. I wanna always feel like part of this was mine. I wanna fall in love tonight. Here tonight. I wanna always feel like part of this was mine I wanna fall in love tonight. |
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| Friday, October 10th, 2003 |
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I don't get it. I just don't fucking get it. Why do people make promises? Especially you, of all people. I should have known better than to believe you. I can't wait to hear what you have to say about this one. I hope he made you feel like everythings okay. |
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| Wednesday, October 8th, 2003 |
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Hmmm.. Well, the Coheed cd was a liiiittle bit of a dissapointment, to me at least. It's just not what I expected I guess. There were definitely a lot of sweet parts though. Wow, I definitely DON'T talk to guys online. How.. gay of me, lol. Yeah, I've come to the conclusion that I'm just another "emo" kid. I don't think anyone understands how pissed off I get when people use that word or any other label for that matter. It's like.. wow, way to be really freaking gay. Like, how could you some up everything a person is with one word? FUCKING SHIT ASS FUCK. GAHHHHH. Ok I'm done. |
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| Monday, October 6th, 2003 |
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| HOOOOOOOOLY SHITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!! NEW COHEED CD COMES OUT TOMORROOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!! YESS, I can't fucking wait! Ahh mann lol. | ||||||||
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| Saturday, October 4th, 2003 |
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Holy shit Aaron, you're 18! Word |
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I don't want this to die..
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nostalgic.
cold.
bored.
sick.
confused.
excited.