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[Apr. 4th, 2006|08:36 pm] |
while you're counting sheep i count my lucky stars
you were the last good thing i ever saw...
this feels really wrong. |
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[Mar. 5th, 2006|04:34 pm] |
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i never had a problem with you. |
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[Mar. 5th, 2006|01:20 pm] |
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according to weatherunderground.com, the rain should be going away. know what that means? emma can be happy. |
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| OYE!!! |
[Mar. 4th, 2006|11:20 am] |
pinche huerra:
te amo. |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2006|01:09 pm] |
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i just read "Long Days Journey Into Night" and it was really sad. |
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[Feb. 25th, 2006|08:15 pm] |
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i'm drained. physically, mentally and emotionally. being sick fucking blows. |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2006|07:10 pm] |
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i think i'm dying. i'm all cold and coughing and wanna throw up. i'm probably not really dying it just kinda feels like it right now.
i think i got 2 new battle wounds today. they're fun to show off... it makes me feel hardcore.
today diane sang sugarcult to me and it made me feel nostalgic, but i think it was in a good way.
i memorized hella of hamlet. i'm bousta act that shit out.
i'm gonna eat pasta, but no sauce because i think that'll make me feel more sicker.
at least i'm getting more freckles! wooo!
i love you. and you. and you. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2006|11:12 pm] |
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i love bob dylan. i can't get enough of him. his music's beauty surpasses anything else. |
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[Feb. 10th, 2006|11:51 pm] |
as of today, i owe:
*nico a month worth of civics homework
*luz a mitchells ice cream cone
*priscilla a mitchells ice cream cone
*lea a mocha
*john a frappuccino
*antonio an in & out meal
at least that means i made varsity. |
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[Feb. 9th, 2006|07:03 pm] |
Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?
Will: No.
Sean: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.
Will: Why thank you.
Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.
Will: Nope.
Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?
[Will nods]
Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief. |
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[Feb. 7th, 2006|11:27 pm] |
today was 3 hours of sleep, a hard spanish test, an unwelcomed surprise, calculus for lunch, really good english class, fucked up soccer try outs, love for christine, a brief and awkward phone call from a very special someone, asshole bus driver, annoying mother.
all in all, a bittersweet day. |
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[Feb. 5th, 2006|03:00 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | whatever it is my dad's listening to. | ] |
you looked beautiful last night. to be quite honest, you've been looking beautiful a lot lately. what changed? are you happier? sadder? older, wiser?
i could've stared at you for hours (disregarding the fact that that would have been extremely creepy.)
i miss you. we have a lot of catching up to do. but then again, hasn't that always been the case?
thank GOD i don't have feelings for you... then i'd really be in a rut. |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2006|06:40 pm] |
cell phone: check.
money: check.
ipod: check.
fast pass: check.
alright, let's go. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2006|09:04 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | good day sunshine | ] |
ps: i have a new favorite beatles song. |
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| withdrawl |
[Feb. 2nd, 2006|08:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  like an addict | ] |
myspace is down...
i don't know what to do with myself. |
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| stroke. |
[Feb. 1st, 2006|07:06 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  full | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the velvet underground | ] |
No choice now; it’s too late.
Last night she said, “Oh baby I feel so down...” Darling, your head’s not right.
Does she wander?
We made pretend we were best friends, and in many ways they’ll miss the good old days...
I saw pain in a new way.
I wish you hadn’t stayed... My visions clearer now but I’m unafraid
Enough is enough,
This life is on my side.
Tables they turn sometimes
Is this it?
It’s hard to explain
Oh darling, let me go. |
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| STORY TIME! |
[Jan. 31st, 2006|10:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  buzzed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | new found glory | ] |
i was in my room, on the phone with christine, being cool because that's what i do, and my mom calls me downstairs.
i don't like going downstairs when my mom calls me, because because she wants me to clean or remind me of some other responsibility and i'm really not interested.
my mom leads me into the dining room, and i'm thinking, great, dishes.
but no, this time it's different.
she dashes into the kitchen and waltzes into the dining room with a huge grin on her face and a bottle of champange in her hand.
she pours my dad, herself and me a glass.
we toast to the end of college apps.
we drink.
probably one of the most awkward moments i've ever had with my family. but sa'll good. |
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