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A Minivan Chasing a Motorcycle
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[25 Nov 2009|06:19pm] |
Tim and Eric - Raz
Daedelus - I Took Two
The song right after the dunn.
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[09 Nov 2009|03:14am] |
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Ok. I have some issues with religion. All religions. Eastern and western. Hard time pledging my allegiance to anything that requires allegiance to be pled for. If I'm going to repeat a phrase at gatherings or by myself that's supposed to calm me and put me in tune with positive energies, I have to go read the Lotus Sutra myself and find out how positive I really believe it is.
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| Jason Robert Brown |
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Jason Robert Brown's last work as a composer was 13, a musical about a 12 year old boy awaiting his bar mitzvah. Fitting, seeing how Brown's poppy, simplistic anthems are only fit for adolescent coming of age stories. This art should demand as much subtlety in its lyrics and composition as it should in its direction and its performance. Songs for a New World was frustrated whining over power chords, and the off-broadway cult hit, A New Brain wasn't even his music. If you don't write something else as good as Parade, then you'll never be anything more than a glorified Disney Channel original composer.
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[15 Oct 2009|10:23pm] |
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I need to learn to stop being ashamed of sex.
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[24 Sep 2009|04:20pm] |
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lol. livejournal.
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[17 Jul 2009|09:11pm] |
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"Now that we're all messy, let's make some mistakes!" - Miss Frizzle
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[13 Jul 2009|12:47pm] |
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I once knew a woman who liked to imagine Love in the guise of a sturdy dog, one that would always chase down the stick after it was thrown and return with his ears flopping around happily. Completely loyal, completely unconditional. And I laughed at her, because even I knew love is not like that. Love is a delicate thing that needs to be cosseted and protected. Love is not robust and love is not unyielding. Love can crumble under a few harsh words, or be tossed away with a handful of careless actions. Love isn't a steadfast dog at all.
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[07 Jul 2009|08:48pm] |
You know, every time I click that "Update Journal" button, anything I wanted to write immediately spills out of my head and onto the floor, where it seeps into the carpet,
never
to be seen
again.
Something about not being able to decide between getting a job at a mental hospital and trying to act again.
Need change. My stagnant mind eats itself.
Hey, and why, for the last time, don't I have the verbal vocabulary that I have on paper? Hmm? Why do I sound like Typical Man-Grunt LaRue in conversation with ANYONE? Signs point to a psychological origin, but after wading through those waters for months at a time, I'm inclined to leave speculation to professionals. (That's the other thing, should I go back to school for psychology?)
Also,
Maybe I want to be Dustin's for-life producer. Like a real live producer. All-time QB for #1 Duddy. I understand his point of view, which is important, and I make a good sounding board for ideas, and we balance each other out in terms of creativity vs. logistics. Maybe.
Girls.
Not a subject to be broached on livejournal. I'm in my 23rd year. I can admit that now.
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| Square One. |
[29 Jun 2009|07:21pm] |
What happened to all things I learned over the last 5 years?
Lets try this again.
I'm auditioning.
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| Whoops, something broke. |
[09 May 2009|04:10pm] |
I'm a wreck.
Living inside my own head, falling back into old patterns, pendulum swinging between extreme pride and dangerous self loathing. It's the way it's always been. When I don't have someone to care for, to take the focus off me, my brain devours itself. I never know how long I can be patient. I don't know how long I can be inactive, but I know the things I want to do and the things I want to say are not right. I'm tired of casually dating. I'm tired of trying to cultivate interest and force connections with people I just think are pretty. The books I read are depressing me. There's not a song anywhere that doesn't remind me of something I wish I still had. The advice I get from family and friends only makes me feel inadequate. I've done terrible, hurtful things. Bills are piling up. Weeks and months are passing and I'm putting off living. I'm too self centered and I'm too much of a pushover. The girl that I love still loves me, but that isn't enough for her. These are the things I think about when I'm driving my van.
There are good days and bad days. Today is.
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[06 May 2009|03:50pm] |
Will I have learned so very little
When these bones are old and brittle?
I wait to talk when I should listen
And cloud mistakes with false revisions
All my friends are forward-thinking
Getting hitched and quitting drinking
And I can feel them pulling away
As I'm resigned to stay the same
And you can't even begin to know
How many times I've told myself "I told you so"
I was once a loyal lover
Whose lips did never seek anothers
But now each love's more like a match
A blinding spark that burns out fast
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| Honesty. |
[24 Apr 2009|04:49am] |
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Why would you hit me with that?
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[08 Apr 2009|03:57am] |
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I'll answer it later. |
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If I were a month, I'd be:
If I were a day of the week:
If I were a time of day, I'd be:
If I were a planet, I'd be:
If I were a sea animal, I'd be:
If I were a direction, I'd be:
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be:
If I were a sin, I'd be:
If I were a historical figure, I'd be:
If I were a liquid, I'd be:
If I were a tree, I'd be:
If I were a bird, I'd be:
If I were a tool, I'd be:
If I were a flower/plant:
If I were a kind of weather:
If I were a mythical creature I'd be:
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be:
If I were an animal, I'd be:
If I were a color, I'd be:
If I were an emotion, I'd be:
If I were a vegetable, I'd be:
If I were a sound, I'd be:
If I were an element, I'd be:
If I were a car, I'd be:
If I were a song, I'd be:
If I were a movie, I'd be:
If I were a book, I'd be:
If I were a food, I'd be:
If I were a place, I'd be:
If I were a material, I'd be:
If I were a taste, I'd be:
If I were a scent, I'd be:
If I were a religion, I'd be:
If I were a word, I'd be:
If I were an object, I'd be:
If I were a body part, I'd be:
If I were a facial expression, I'd be:
If I were a subject in school, I'd be:
If I were a cartoon character, I'd be:
If I were a shape, I'd be:
If I were a number, I'd be:
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| More of this. |
[07 Apr 2009|01:25am] |
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Simpson, Arnold, Holmboe, Maxwell-Davies and Shostakovich |
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( INTP )
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| NEW APARTMENT |
[02 Apr 2009|07:35pm] |
My first night in the new apartement will be NEXT FRIDAY, APRIL 10th! That is plenty of notice. So you'd better come visit me, even if it's only for a little bit.
It's in Auver's Village on 436 (Semoran) opposite Baldwin Park.
5800 Auvers Blvd
Orlando, FL, 32807
Apartment 205
Put it in your GPS.
Save it in Google Maps.
This is gonna be the PLACE to BE.
ALSO
If anyone has any furniture, decorations, bathroom supplies, kitchenware, etc. that they are willing to donate to the cause, let me know! And Artwork! I want to put artwork up all over the place that's made by all my friends! Get as excited as I am!
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| Bahahahahahaha. Lionel Ritchie is awesome. |
[25 Mar 2009|02:32pm] |
I wanna be high ..... so high,
I wanna be free to know the things I do are right,
I wanna be free ..... just me , oh baby.
S'why I'm easy ..... easy like Sunday mornin',
It's why I'm easy ..... easy like Sunday mornin'.
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| Doubt. |
[24 Mar 2009|03:47am] |
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Is it ok?
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