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  • Well idk

    Current mood:blah




    I really dont know what to write in this but i felt it was about time to write a new blog,  This really isnt gonna say anything mostly because i have nothing to say, I really just dont care. I'm swamped at school and work blows at all times, i would quit but jobs are few.  Im tired of going to school and debatin if it is really worth it. Everybody around me just dont seem to care about anything any more and its depressing.  The rut of life is setting in and i hate it,  I need new and exciting things to happen.



    1:08 AM
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      • Amber Squires

        you just need to hang out with me more...you know why...cuz im fun and exciting...annoying at times...but admit it, you love me.
        :)

        3 years ago

  • N othin is ever enough

    Current mood:eccentric

    Inspiration is a wierd thing.  It can be a great asset or it can be a formatable opponent.  Tonight i am inspired to do something great or to just get out and im so jelious of how i know its not gonna happen
    6:30 AM

  • Dont Forget Your Towel!!!! Updated

    Current mood:pessimistic

    I dont even know where to start.  So ill sleep on it and figure it out tomar morning.

    update

    You ever get that feeling like your just running but not gettin any where.  Or like you walk down the same road ever day even though there is 41 other roads that must be walked. Yeah well that been my life as of recent.  Same old routine every week, day in day out.  Go to work, then school, then home to eat dinner and chilax.  Then the next day to do it all over again.  On the weekends its the same parties, same ppl, and same drama.  To top it all off it is cold as hell out and theres no going outside.  Pretty much all im saying is i need a better job (pays more) and a nice truck or 4x4
    2:58 AM
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      • Angela

        Start with how gay this post is. :-P

        4 years ago

  • A Poem I wish i wrote, about life in the time of war

    This is a great poem.  If you pay attention to main stream media you WILL hear it.  I recomend it


    Turn my mike up louder I got to say something
    Light weights step to the side when we come in

    Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping
    People on the street they panic and start running

    Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
    I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme, I'm dumping

    Feeling the blind I promised to let the sun in
    Sick of the dark ways we marched to the drumming

    Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
    Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping

    Miss something, take back what's yours
    Say something that you know they might attack you for

    Cause I'm sick of being treated like I had before
    Like the stupid standing for what I'm standing for

    Like this war's really just a different brand of war
    Like it doesn't cater the rich and the fan and poor

    Like they understand you in the back of the jet
    When you can't put gas in your tank

    These fuckers are laughing the way to the bank and cashing the check
    Asking you to have the passion and have some respect

    For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
    Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

    And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
    In their living room laughing like "what did he say?"


    In my living room watching but I am not laughing
    Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen

    World is cold the bold men take action
    Have to react to get blown into fractions

    Ten years old is something to see
    Another kid my age drug under the jeep

    Taken and bound and found later under the tree
    I wonder if he thought the next one could be me

    Do you see the soldiers they're out today
    They brush the guts with bullet proof vests away

    It's ironic at times like this you pray
    But a bomb blew up the mosque yesterday

    There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
    Inside your market, your shops, your clothes

    My dad he's got a lot of fear I know
    But enough pride inside not to let that show

    My brother had a book he would hold with pride
    A little red cover with a broken spine

    On the back, he handwrote a quote inside
    When the rich wage war it's the poor who die

    Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
    Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

    And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
    In their living room laughing like "what did he say?"


    His hands held high into a sky so blue
    As the ocean opens up to swallow you

    His hands held high into a sky so blue
    As the ocean opens up to swallow you

    His hands held high into a sky so blue
    As the ocean opens up to swallow you

    His hands held high into a sky so blue
    As the ocean opens up to swallow you

    His hands held high into a sky so blue
    As the ocean opens up to swallow you

    His hands held high into a sky so blue
    As the ocean opens up to swallow you


    Writen by Linkin Park
    Song: Hands Held High
    Album: Minutes To Midnight
    1:22 AM

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