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[09 Sep 2008|03:55pm]
hi.
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[15 Jun 2008|10:55pm]
[ mood | uncomfortable ]

sometimes i hate being a taurus, haha. i also really need to get out of this daily routine, it's making me blind.

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[01 Jun 2008|12:52pm]
home tomorrow; bye bye germany.
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[21 May 2008|09:54pm]
i'm still in germany, and i am really sick. i can't wait to go back to the states and eat food that doesn't want to make me throw up. and seriously, is being with my twin so much to ask? someone knock me out and dump me in maryland. i love you jamie.
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[11 May 2008|11:55am]
[ mood | cheerful ]

wave gotik treffen is more amazing than i could have ever imagined. surrounded by all sorts of laungages and good music, i wish it was longer than four days! i had an amazing birthday last night filled with candy and drunken laughter. london after midnight, and more booze and dancing tonight.. can it be 7pm already?! leipzig is growing on me so much, i am going to be sad when we leave, but there is a lot more of germany to explore in this month! i also miss home, but i am trying not to think about it, or what i am going to do when i get back? i've just got to stick to the come what may status, i suppose.

have good birthdays, david, awree and kathryn! i wish i could be there to celebrate them all with you, but i will just have to have a drink and a good laugh or two for you, eight hours ahead instead. love you guys.

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[03 May 2008|03:27am]
bye bye usa, see you again in a month.
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[03 May 2008|03:26am]
it's not just that i'm selfish and scared,
it's not just that i'm so unprepared,
it's just you'd think i'd grow out of this, wouldn't you?

so take me to winter, as if it was discontent i'd see,
i'll live with the madmen there and pull my hair,
'cause lunacy is everything i need.
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[23 Apr 2008|01:31pm]
californication. :)
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[21 Apr 2008|05:46pm]
everything happens for a reason, but at least it opens my eyes a little more each time.
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[19 Mar 2008|06:18am]
sleepless wednesday mornings and cartoons.
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[29 Feb 2008|01:44am]
i don't know what i want anymore.

if you ever want to talk [21 Feb 2008|08:05pm]
aim blaqkbirds
msn gayseball@live.com
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[20 Feb 2008|08:34pm]
[ mood | good, nostalgic ]

whenever i eat ben & jerry's ice cream i think about you and patrick wolf and how much fun we used to have together walking to the 7-11 every night to get some; wrestling and laughing at nothing in particular, food fights and your nickname molded after lawn ornaments. how that one time you were sick so i rode my bike all the way to the store to get you soup and you were worried because i took a while so you went to go look for me, hahah. i love you so much and i miss you and i promise you that even though we rarely talk anymore no summer will take away the california rays that have been embedded into me forever.

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[20 Feb 2008|03:37am]
[ mood | contemplative, tired ]


♪ pink floyd
● 2008's traveling opportunities
● anthony bourdain
● poppy z. brite novels
● peanut butter & pretzels
♪ soundtrack music
● coming back to life summer '08
● my best friends
● new friends
● any friends


● mothers
● tryna lose ten pounds
● lack of social life
● lack of sleep
● lj navigation layouts
● loose bra straps
● commercials
● paypal

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[14 Feb 2008|09:47am]
[ mood | awake ]

i shouldn't neglect this journal, i like it too much.

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[09 Jan 2008|01:44am]
hey everything, fuck you. i hate everything you do to me. i despise every lie i've come to believe and i hate every evil thing that i see. this juxtaposition of good and bad, remind me of the best and the worst dreams i've had; i'm either to happy or fucking sad and i can't keep up with that. and my job what a shame, just a mountain of death filling up my brain. i'm always tied to the tracks of the train desperately afraid of going insane, (like my family). and i' like to take advantage of a flock of wild birds to make - to make my escape from this planet. christ almighty i am thirsty, i'm forever fat and ugly. stumbling bumbling bastard stubbly faces will always be hungry and i don't know if i'm capable of helping anyone; i'm at the mercy of emotions of my better friends

[23 Nov 2007|04:46pm]
there's nothing left to prove, there's nothing i won't do, there's nothing like the pain i feel for you. nothing left to hide, nothing left to fear - i am always here. when they say you're not that strong, you're not that weak, it's not your fault. and when you climb up to your hill; up to your place, i hope you're well. what you want; what you lost; what you had; what is gone, is over. what you got; what you love; what you need; what you have is real.

it's not enough - i'm sorry.

[25 Oct 2007|04:06pm]
it's one hundred and nine degrees in this crowded room. no room to breathe with walls as cold as a gallery; this is no place for me. such hard faces in smoke, the smell lingers in my clothes. it's a bad night to be alone but that's the way it goes. and i think of you, whenever life gets me down. i think of you, whenever you're not around. and you rest your bones somewhere far from my house, yeah, but you still pull me home. i thought i had it figured out, in a brand new life with a great big house. and green initials on the towels; i should be happy now. well, you got yourself a family and you planted roots down by the sea. i saw you once on the street, you didn't notice me. but i think of you, whenever life gets me down. i think of you, whenever life gets me down. you rest your bones somewhere far from my house, yeah, but you still pull me home. just put your mind at ease; you don't owe me anything, you paid me well in memories. and i think of you, whenever life gets me down. i think of you, whenever you're not around. and you rest your bones somewhere far from my house, yeah, but you still pull me home.

you still pull me home.

[22 Oct 2007|02:35pm]
i close my eyes and i smile, knowing that everything is alright. to the core, so close that door; is this happening? my breath is on your hair, i'm unaware that you opened the blinds and let the city in. god, you held my hand and we stand just taking in everything. and i knew it from the start, so my arms are open wide, your head is on my stomach and we're trying so hard not to fall asleep. but here we are on this eighteenth floor balcony...we're both flying away. so we talk about moms and dads; about family pasts, just getting to know where we came from. our hearts were on display for all to see. i can't believe this is happening to me. i raised my hand as if to show you that i was yours - that i was so yours for the taking; i'm so yours for the taking. that's when i felt the wind pick up, i grabbed the rail while choking up these words to say and then you kissed me...i knew it from the start, my arms are open wide and your head is on my stomach and we're trying so hard not to fall asleep. here we are on this eighteenth floor balcony...we're both flying away. and i'll try to sleep, to keep you in my dreams 'til i can bring you home with me. i'll try to sleep and when i do i'll keep you in my...dreams.

[19 Oct 2007|11:01am]
it's so easy being oblivious, and it's easy being self-absorbed. inside of 80 different stores and coffee shops. the whole world's not like yours. there are many kinds of problems, not all of them are like yours or mine. but i forget that all the time. oh drama, are you all in my head? my problems aren't really all that bad. so distrcated by the things that i don't have. how sad. our petty problems we add them up and we dwell on them half of the day. our petty problems we add them up and they always get in the way. our petty problems, so american, so caught up in our own little worlds ...

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