cold hearts (for tired souls)

cold hearts (for tired souls)
cold hands (for tired hearts)

i fucking love daylight savings. tonight was actually pretty sweet. i saw the grudge, its scary. but good scary. and killed probably half a pack over the night. i also played some risk, and kicked ass. yea thats right. i won. go blue. yeah.. so im trying to redo this site, and i cant figure out how to get the goddamn background picture to not move. i can get the picture on, but it moves, or it doesnt show up at all and fucks up everything else. i needs velma to help. she can be my savior. actually, she's going to have to fight mark for that. if there actually is a free used show at sam the record man. that woul dbe so cool. especially since i dont think im going to end up going to the show at the kool haus. since no one can go. damn them. yeah, so i saw a really cool thing this morning, i was driving back home from the airport at around 4 in the morning, and its all foggy out, and this fire truck flies past me. a couple minutes later i see it on the side of the road next to a ginormous pile of burning asphalt or something, with flames probably twenty feet in the air. it was so wierd. i wish i had a picture of it. i wonder how it got there. and how did it catch fire? very odd. anyways, that was my morning and night. anyways.... i have got to get to work on this damn autocad project.

i bled all over this page

i bled all over this page

man i had to start doing my field placement for shool today, it was hardcore. within an hour of being there i had a blister pop on my thumb. it sucked. stupid raking gravel. oh well, i got to demolish part of a brick wall. good stuff. i got dirty as hell though. mostly from a pipe that the plumber needed to move, all my other work was just regular mostly clean work. like cutting wood, and nailing it to a floor, or opening for stars. yeah, so much detial, im more writing this for me so i dont forget, because i have to write a report for school on all the work i do this week. pretty gay. but.. one week of work gets me a credit, so i cant complain. and i get to end my week with THE USED.. yeah kick ass. i have to get tix from a scalper thogh, i hope they dont charge me like five hundred dollars. that woudl suck, and i'd be like "FUCK YOU" and grab the tix and run like hell, and he'd send his team of homeless people after me, and then they'd try to eat me, like zombies. come to think of it, homeless people are a lot like zombies. but i dont want to go into detail... so i wont, ha, fuck you. but yes, back to the used, they are playing on sunday at the kool haus, and it should be awesome. the used... on halloween.... can it get any better? i didnt think so.

give 'em hell, kid!!!

give 'em hell, kid!!!

so... MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE kicked fucking ass. i got one person short of front and center. so good. lost my glasses though, still, very worth it. a very good show. all the bands ruled, and it was a blast. probably my new favorite concert, yea... i think it topped dashboard. and that wasnt easy. anyways. thats all i had to say. im off to drink.

i want to add this before i forget what all happened at the concert. so this next part was added... on nov 2, so if you dont remember reading this before, thats why.

anberlin opened, and they were actually really good, i think i might get their cd sometime. during one of the songs the lead singer from soty cameon and did part of a song. pretty cool. then my chemical romance came on, it was soooooo good. then lost prophets came on. they were crazy. i saw a guy doing back flips, and the lead singer crowd surfed at the end. they also split the crowd into two parts, named them shinobi and ninja dragon, and made them run at eachother. so insane. then story of the year came on to end the show. they played sidewalks, so i was happy.

fevers, mirrors, scales, and clocks

fevers, mirrors, scales, and clocks

someone told me that you were coming home for my birthday, so i go out and buy you some daisies. i sit on my porch and wait for you to show up, then i realize i've still got more then a month to wait. so i spend my time watching the clock, and the flowers fade, and wilt, and die. its almost enough to make me cry. the second hand stopped last week. time seems to be moving even slower now. i dont understand how thats possible, so i search my brain and find no answers that can comfort me enough until you come home again. i miss you, and i love you.

you'll never guess

you'll never guess

holy shit its three am and i dont even have a reason to be up

i have a master plan

i have a master plan

so its well after noon and i just woke up and finished half a box of sugar crisp. i have a huge project due on monday that i havent started and im gunna have to kill the teacher. so im gunna write this down, and im gunna scream it out. stupid fucking guy with his gay accent and stupid project. gahh. alright,

is there something i havent said before? i feel like all of my stories are the same. about how im thinking of you again. i dont really know why, but the thoughts consume me. i remember the memories of what we've done, and im thinking and hoping about what may happen soon. instead of glances shared i'll get to hold you hand and kiss your beautiful lips. i can taste the alcohol on your breath. i have to confess that i like it. is this actually happening? or did i get lost in my thoughts again? am i lying to my self again? these glances we've shared are just that, glances. the dreams and false hopes help to get me through this. why can i not get the nerves to talk to you, to make this happen? am i afraid of those beautiful lips, and the heartache they could create in me? god, i hate your lips, i hate that i never heard your words of approval coming from them, i hate that i never got to taste them. i hate that i didnt let that happen. i hate me.

im thankful i havent been buried alive

im thankful i havent been buried alive

"Something about the way you shine,
When the lights go out,
I wanna make you mine,
Something about the way it seems,
You're always here in my dreams,
When there's no one there,
No I'm not scared,
But I'm in love,
...with you..."

-the used

yeah, good weekend. im thankful for the letter i got today, it made my day for sure. wickedly awesome bestest part of the day. yeah. also a second place for today was listenign to tegan and sara and the used, for a few hours. i love them both. so much. i think thats all i got for this today........... yep, i think so. oh, happy birthday to the way to many peopel who have their birthdays in october. seriously i think i know eight or nine people with a birthday in early october. crazy, new years eve must have been good for all of their parents back in the day. hahaha. good stuff. later.

i want to hear you sad

i want to hear you sad

you broke my heart again, and all i want to do is break you. i swear, you'd be so pretty knocked out and bruised on the bedroom floor. so i set off for this daunting task. down these white and narrow hallways. beneath the bright florescent lights. i see your door, with the rusted lock, the number 17, and your small little outlook to the world. knock twice and hear you come. i step back so that i can see the beauty in your door frame one last time. before i make you a different type of beautiful. a bruised, broken, and bleeding beautiful. you wont do this to me again after this will you? i dont want to this to you again. it hurts to much.

three evils

three evils

yeah. so apparently theres a service trip in toronto that ness and helena are on. they said they were by my place tonight, so maybe i'll see them this week? maybe? that'd be fun. do something.. thats not me doing nothing and avoiding homework. ha. i hate homework. but i actually did some tonight. first time this year. yay me.

i need to feel safe and sound in your arms. after im all healed will you be there for me? will you be my little scar? a beautiful reminder that is always with me. are you going to stay with me? will my little scar be by my side forever? or will you leave me, making the scars appear on my wrists. from the broken glass in my hand. take your time. where do you want to be? in my arms or on my arms? take some time, smoke some ciggarettes, and focus on something you can comprehend. i need to know how you choose. what do you choose? i love you. my little scar.

i agree that lovers should be tied together

i agree that lovers should be tied together

hey all. i wrote soemthing to put on here this weekend, but then i lost what i wrote... soooo... yeah. i hate losing things. especially when you put even a little bit of effort into it. its like a kick in the face. except you do it to yourself. i dont think i even lost it, i think i threw it in a fire by accident. damn. oh well. i'll write somethgin else that will be better then good. ok. has anybody got the new "the used" cd? and is it not FUCKING AMAZING!. i love it. so much so, that if they were in the room, i would kidnap them so i could listen to them anytime i want. and showcase them to people. and make lots of money, and have them play for all of the people looking at them, because they are so good. thats all.