I walked up the stairs like a soldier in the midst of a terrible war. The events all around me seemed to narrarate my very existance. It was like some sort of voodoo. Who had dome this cruel trick? Was my life just a painting on their immense canvas? It seemed odd how the word "painting" contained within it the word "pain." This thought seemed to ( Read more... )

big fish, the new tim burton movie, opens tomorrow. who wants to see it with me?

today was interesting. i'm still not used to school yet. i have incredibly easy classes this semester (except ap english 4). mr. low totally effed up my compostion when he played it in music theory this morning. oh well, i'll play it for you if you ask me ( Read more... )

i can sitll hear the muffled thuds of fireworks bursting over a battlefield that i don't want to be in. who was i at war with? was it myself ( Read more... )

i've found the heart of the american dream. we are bombarded with things everyday that will make us 'better', 'happier', 'faster', 'smarter', 'thinner', 'sexier', ad infinitum. it's all over your fucking television set. we are swimming in a radioactive sea of discontent that's changing us, morphing us into that 'ideal', that 'perfection' that is ( Read more... )

the further and further he dives in, the greater the tear in his heart becomes.

nothing is as good in life as that which is in a dream.

should i keep dreaming?

i just wish those moments were "real".

snatch, fight club, pulp fiction, reservoir dogs, bjork, the flaming lips, and choke by chuck palahniuk....

....money well spent.

the first day of work was hell. some people are fucks.

.PAST ( Read more... )

just got back from shooting summit's band/choir concert. it was o.k. there was a really hot flute player. cantu is letting me use the xl-1's over break so im excited about that.

women are the most incredibly confusing thing on the planet. discuss.

band practice was tonite. i have a headache and sore fingers but we sound great.

and now its time for sad poetry.

his cold fingers clutch time
in his right hand the past
in his left, the future
in his heart, the present
a tear runs down his cheek
he never knows quite just how to act
especially when he feels like this.