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[19 Sep 2009|10:00pm] |
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re-read "blankets." made me feel so good.
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[17 Jul 2009|01:42pm] |
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too old to need, too young to require.
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[01 May 2009|05:16pm] |
got into the bfa acting program at UF. i still can't even believe it. it's just kind of hard to wrap my head around. when i left high school i felt like a fuck up, and now i'm going to major university. i'm very excited. i'll be living with chelsea and jabba next year in a studio apartment right near campus. time to bike!
this summer is going to be hectic. way too much driving. and way too much wasting gas. but right now i'm visiting home for a couple days. and then jumping right back into school mode. is it weird that i don't think i can picture myself not in school?
the washer at home is broken and i didn't get to wash my comforter. it smells like sweat and cat.
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[17 Feb 2009|07:21pm] |
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two weeks from now, I'll be much happier and more focused.
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[31 Dec 2008|02:36am] |
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when the crickets sing to the songs they hear from my window, i am warm. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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[11 Nov 2008|09:35am] |
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i got pulled over for the first time last night.
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[24 Aug 2008|10:04pm] |
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songs sound a lot slower when you're not waiting for anything.
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[09 Aug 2008|01:31pm] |
i think i've finally come up with a long term plan for my life. i'm going to finish my 2nd year at floarts, (hopefully) transfer to UF or another university, to get my BFA in theatre performance. and once that's completed, come back home to maybe take education courses at FAU, and then go on to begin a career as a teacher.
until then, i need to keep myself positive. i want to keep putting out music for as long as i can. but i think my time may run short depending on the outcome of this winter tour that i'll be going on with diego and lindsey. we'll be going all the way up the east coast, with our further northern stop being boston. so that should be really amazing. i'm excited. i'm beginning to like traveling. i don't really do much of it aside from my trips from palatka to boca.
i'm really grateful for the friends i've got.
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[09 May 2008|01:39pm] |
dear diary,
(i love diego) this has been the best few years i've ever had. let's make one thing clear. it was spent right here, on tour. it's been cloudy all night, even though it should be cloudy all day. me and danny have been having a sharpie war that has come to a stalemate. danny was winning, the odds were TURNED. and danny graciously said, "i can't do this, cause i gotta go home, smelling good; looking good." then we got to this big monster house. there were 8 stories. 7 porches. 24 pigs. pygmy cows. rabbits procreating like nobody's business. the ugliest turkey in the world. an inflatable turtle bigger than any car danny ever been in. "that also floats better than any car danny's been in." i'm desperately typing this, from the entrapment of a game room. 5 sofas. cable tv. ps3. wii. a fridge full of coke. and a vase full of skittles. and just in case anything bad happens, i've got a box of band-aids, and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. it is amazing that we survived in the jungle's of hobe sound. we were greeted by sheila, all mighty queen of the land. we were viciously ambushed upon establishing our tents. by fleas. danny is in the hospital with 5th degree flesh wounds. he was busy fending them off while the rest of the group fled to the sofa. we are lucky he's a good man. and a better warrior. in fleeing the battle, seamus was stabbed in the foot. the wound was so grave, we almost had to amputate. luckily, danny the paladin, was close to his deity, and was able to give seamus a blessing of power and wisdom. i'm proud to say that seamus is now walking with both feet. i'm glad for my comrade. we anxiously await and see what our destiny has in store for us. we will be heading to lord greg's palace. i fear that it has been overrun with evil frat demons. and beer monsters. and pool parties. we're playing there tomorrow, it should be a pretty good show. and we'll be back soon.
take care everyone.
(this entry was pretty much dictated by danny with help from diego.)
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[10 Mar 2008|01:54pm] |
there is so much that i want to say sometimes. but then, a second later...i don't want to say anything at all.
i can't wait for tour.
*nerd alert* i am really excited for iphone software update 2.0. third party apps! fuck yeah!
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[11 Oct 2007|11:55pm] |
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being around this for so long is going to kill me.
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[02 Oct 2007|08:31am] |
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it should've been my hands around your waist.
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[19 Sep 2007|04:52pm] |
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i really want to call and wish you happy birthday. but it wouldn't mean anything.
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[02 Sep 2007|01:55am] |
edit:
today made me realize, none of that matters. i have a life to live. and i'm going to do just that. i stand on my own two feet. rarely will i need someone to hold me up.
everyone called me dumb. including myself. i thought things would be alright. i don't know what they are. and i don't think i ever did.
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[28 Aug 2007|11:21pm] |
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i'm still not entirely sure what i'm doing, yet.
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[17 Aug 2007|03:49pm] |
palatka florida.
apartment.
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[10 Aug 2007|01:01am] |
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maybe you don't hear me because i'm not screaming loud enough.
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[07 Aug 2007|12:18am] |
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i'm glad most of all that right after my set, brian just hugged me. he knew exactly what i meant.
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[01 Aug 2007|12:52am] |
moving is going to be very interesting. i know i will have very little to do in palatka. i'm probably going to be very lonely. i will be nowhere close to having the kind of friends that i have now. i'm really going to miss brian giving me shit all the time for nothing. marcos wearing his american apparel v-necks. garth always sporting a jacket when it's fucking hot as balls outside. brandon annoying the shit out of me, and loving it. thomas' dry humor. brett playing guitar hero and then smoking hookah. vinnie always looking so fresh with his white t's. lindsey mills who is just my best friend. emily who always does everything perfect. everyone..
i have a kinda bob and steve-o conflict going on where, i know this is my home. but i hate it when i'm here. it just makes me want to get up and leave. but i know when i do, i'll always want to come back.
i think i should've done more with this summer. i'm not happy with how it ended up. alone mostly. people were away. i was anti-social alot. i got invited places, but rarely went out.
getting that feeling of, "that should be me" when you see a picture is the fucking worst. i had that happen twice tonight.
i wish this journal was a real person that i could vocalize this to. i hate writing it down, really. (typing)
fuck, i miss you. and i can't stand that i do. cause you hurt me so bad.
i have too many thoughts in this.
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[16 Jul 2007|08:36pm] |
"a room so full of life makes no remarks, with aching legs and still beating heart, trash cans fliped inside out, thrown along the walls of drout, open roads offer no escape in the end, even when you've reached the end, home is home, away is gone, note this note, this sequence, this stutter, this charm, smiling began it's re-construction"
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.
now i know my a-b-c's, next time won't you sing without me?
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