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[Feb. 19th, 2004|01:02 pm] |
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| The wonderful world of financialy stable... |
[Feb. 8th, 2004|08:01 pm] |
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Or just plan having a job that pays pretty decent..
So welcome to the real world everybody and what a world it is... I've been working straight since wednesday and finally have a day off tomorrow that will come nicey, and another one on wednesday.. Think I'm going to Busch gardens tomorrow or something and maybe I'll do something with Nessa Wednesday ( :)? )... we'll see.. anyway! I like working though. It keeps me busy and makes the days go a little faster. But it kinda sucks because I haven't seen any people in a few days... WEll I saw Mel Thursday. yeah. Thursday. That was freaking ages ago! too bad they can't give me a weekend day off... SIGH... well off I go.. I want to watch a movie. Chick flick is sounding good... and some jelly..
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[Feb. 3rd, 2004|08:55 pm] |
I got a job at Denny's that's yay!
Everything else seems a little eh... in fact not good.
hope for the best... |
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| Poem I wrote 5 minutes ago |
[Jan. 30th, 2004|05:00 pm] |
Musing in a dead end
In the lamplight
I stand beside the car
In a puddle of god sweat
And I look towards the dark
Windows lining my city streets.
Which way do I go to the shore from here
To step in the waters that touch the other land?
I stare at the hole by my feet,
Metal teeth grinding
Key swallowed. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2004|01:07 pm] |
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The little gate that leads back is forever barred off with half dead plants that feast on human emotion. Do the thorns that embed life and love mean anything to the symbol? Keep them away from the real unillusonized utopia, beyond that little gate. Three steps to the right, one forward to the left. From where you set off is to be discovered throughout the course of your life, asking mundane questions and less like “What do you see out the window?” which suddenly urges a reply of which window, and what windows are you categorizing under windows. I think the path outside the door that leads to the gate is the one that should be inspected. What do you see outside of that door? And inside? Does it matter if the petals have already fallen and the garden lies bare in the ample brush? The road to the gate can be a paradox that is only seen from the windows of imaginary vehicles belonging to dead people, for instance yellow submarines, but how are we supposed to know that it is all hopeless before we even look for the house on the hill. It is on a hill. I know that much, not to be closer to anything above, rather to just be on it’s own level. So at a height that is taken by nothing, which does not necessarily exceed Mount Everest. Beyond the glass mountains. On the mores. Incomplete sentences. Double negatives. I’m doing good. Here is the gate. Knock thrice on the tree after those steps; maybe it’d help to learn to dance. Do you see me? I’m the daisy, dying in the garden no one visits, that no one looks for. No one looked for. What for? The balance is off. The hill shifts and we all fall off and down, roots and all. Tumbling. A certain list of songs repeated through time. As we fall for hours. An illusion, for we have long landed in nothingness. Beyond the garden. A desert from which we have succeeded in escaping slightly. But only to a concrete and asphalt conspiracy. Lined in plastic. The water comes here from the walls, but water nothing that really knows it’s alive. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2004|11:42 am] |
The unrisen sun reflects on shuttered windows
The drip on an untapped sink
The cold that seeps in
Through every crack but doesn't slitter out
Good morning under one blanket |
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| Thank you: http://www.foreignword.com/Tools/transnow.htm |
[Jan. 30th, 2004|12:18 am] |
Gizzy is a dog.
Zúza van egy kutya.
Gizzard you've got a dog.
There is an angry duck in my pants.
Van egy mérges kacsa -ban az én -m alsónadrág.
You've got a surly duck ban my m underpants.
I shall whisk you away under my sheets.
ÉN fog suhintás ön el alatt az én -m ágynemu.
AM I you will whisk your are off underneath my m bed-clothes.
Egy mérges kacsa besuhant a nadrágomba, de sebaj, mivel agyba mászunk Gizzy-vel, aki egy kutya...
One surly duck besuhant the my trousers , but never mind , since agyba scramble Gizzy vel aki one dog.
This is at all not right, so lets move on shall we...
Gizzy egy kutya.
Egy mérges kacsa van a nadrágomban.
Az ágynemu(with two long accents)m alá foglak suhintani.
There's an angry duck in my pants, but no problem, since we'll just climb into bed with Gizzy, who's a dog.
just incase you'd like to use these phrases in the near to distant future.
NTS: Do not teach ex boyfriend Hungarian with aid of translators online... |
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[Jan. 28th, 2004|10:10 am] |
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Remember that big thing before I left, where music copying online is illegal.. well I decided I'd get in trouble for all thmusic I have and I DELELTED EVERYTHING I HAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well.. Yay the radio and the cds I do have...
This is what I lost..:
Perfect
Never let me down agian
Stand inside your love
Creastfallen
The beginning is the end is the
Drop in the Ocean
Nickelodeon – Salute your shorts
Don’t take the girl
All you wanted
Star Wars- the sage begins
Bob and tom- Heywood Banks -TOAST!
Dashboard Confessional – So long sweet summer
Follow the Leader
JA -Give me a ticket to fly
JA -You spin me right round
My little pony
Spiderweb
Walking on Sunshine
Meet Virginia
Seal Kiss from a Rose
Black velvet
Hootie and the Blowfish-let her cry
Wonderwall
Champagne Supernova
Closing time
I knew I loved you before I met you
Get free
This is not a love song
No life
Surfacing
Wait and bleed
Get inside
Orchids
AS you do
Last night
Hard to explain
Fell in love with a Girl
Social Slut
Just a Girl
Ex girlfriend
Fraggle Rock theme
Spongebob squarepants
Salute your shorts
You can call me Al
I dreamed a dream |
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| A word to Joshy... |
[Jan. 27th, 2004|10:29 pm] |
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There are subways in Budapest.. also winter... |
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[Jan. 27th, 2004|06:24 pm] |
When Alumni visits: In MY band days, we had to march uphill - both ways!- while playing high C for every note!
I'm mean sometimes.. but not when I visit band.. I played Toccata for band.. it was okay.. I still have no idea.. college should be fun. |
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| Why :(? |
[Jan. 25th, 2004|11:31 pm] |
Lonliness dominates you. You can hide it well, but
its there, and your friends can see it. You
constantly feel alone, and need to do things to
fill your time. Your afraid to tell people
this, but sooner or later it gets out in a bad
way, and you think you screwed up everything.
And when you are in love is when you are sad
the most. (Pleas Vote)
What Emotion Dominates you?
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