| So... heres how it goes. I think theres something building up inside of me lately that is really going to change the way I do things. I call it confidence. I call it speaking for myself. I call it taking action. I call it out with the bad, in with the good. Whatever you want to call it, expect it to make a difference and shake things up a little bit. |
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| We're realizing too late...
children wearing adult clothes. I want to leave it all behind. No band. Allergies. Apartment. School. Work. Reason to keep going. Of course this could just be another one of those big sobbing sad Richie things, but frankly I spend way too much time holding everything in and being the passive good guy. I need to stand up for myself. But I do it in other ways. I have trouble confronting people. So I do things like moving without telling someone (Jason) or shaving my head. 0 00 00 00 000000 00 00 00 0 0 0000 0 0 000 0 000 00 00 000000 000 0 0000 0 0 000 00 0 0 0000 000000 0 000 0000 0 0 0 0 00 0 00 000000 0 0 0 0 0 0 000 0 0 00000 000000 0 0 00 000 000000 0 000 0 0000 0 00 0 00 00 0 000 0000000 000000 00 00 00 000000 0 0 0 00 0 00 0 0 00000 000000 00 00 00 000000 000 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 000 00 0000 000000 00 0 0 000 0000 0 0 00 00 0000 000000 0 0 0 000000 000000 0000 0 0 00 00 0000 000000 0 0 0000 0 0 000 0 0 00 000000 0 0 0 0 0 0 0000 0 000 0000000 000000 00 0 0 000 000000 0000 0 0 000 0 0000 000000 0 0 00 000 000000 0 00 0 0 0000 0 0 |
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| Sike! Whats with all these kids thinking they're so creative and original? Sure, though its slightly out of the norm, the "out of the norm" has been the same for so long. Boys boys boys. Feminine boys. Tight shirts. Crazy hair. Dark colored hair. Eyeliner. Fishnet shirt underneath. Plays guitar. In a band. Wears a tie over a t-shirt. Girls pants. 
Syd Barrett. Late 1960s.
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| I don't know why, but for some reason I have this urge to start using this again. God™ have mercy on all of our souls. |
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| r.i.p. xanga. i havent updated in a long time. i dont look like that, and that background.... hmmm, yeah. well, if you want to know whats been going on with me, then you probably already know. because no one reads this. and such. long story short, dont take english literature class if you dont know what you're expecting.
for example, one looks at the course title and goes "hey, intro to english literature! alright! i know that language." no sirry bob. they mean *pinky up* english literature. they didn't mean English, they meant Old Thyme British. ah crickets. honestly, i'd have a better chance of understanding it if it was written in German. seriously. The End. |
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