Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Viaggia Insieme A Me
You're a German Tiger Tank (Panzer VI)
You were the backside punter of battlefields. When
Michel Wittman and his crew drove you around like the
blood-thirsty aryans they were, you blew up 273
american/soviet armor units on your own. All
that thanks to a big ass cannon and a
Berlin-Wall thick armor. You did have some
serious drawbacks like costs of production and
complex maintenance but we can't really expect
something else from Germans. Conclusion: You
probably rule.
Which WWII Tank are you ?
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
From New York, London, to Amsterdam... Let's Fuck... I want to Rock Your Body, Rock
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Move Your Body Body, Move Your Mind, Everybody body
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Blue are the People Here who Walk Around
Monday, April 21, 2008
Woo
Hmmm...
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Yeargh...
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Nothing
Well I finally got my mom to (Re, as in think about it again, even though she was planning on it anyway)think us moving overseas, which is pretty much good news, even though I'll miss my friends, I do think London or Rotterdam (or my second choice, Liverpool, Ol` Merseyside) would be pretty awesome. Not much happened this weekend, felt like shit, slept at jakes house for two nights, went to the movies two nights, had parties at jakes including myself, Nick, Jake, Mark, Mike, and Tim, which was pretty awesome, I'm planning on going to the fair tommorrow, which will help me get my mind off things, hopefully, its that, or waiting until Mark gets some percosets, oh well.
I Can't Sleep Tonight, everybody is saying everything's all right, still I can't close my eyes, I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these light's... Sunny Days, oh where have you gone? I get the strangest feeling... you belong. Why Does it always rain on me? Is it because I like when I was seventeen? Why does it always rain on me? Even when the sun is shining I can't avoid the lightnin` Where did the blue sky go? Why is it raining so cold... so cold...
Travis- Why Does it Always Rain on Me?
ok ok shut up, I felt like writing that, because I like the song, and its good, especially when you feel like shit. Oh and apparently the day I got dumped I became a crazed Billy Idol fan, which Jake wants to beat me for.
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
New Years
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Wooo, Curacao
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Jessica, Exams, and the Wonderfulness of Footie
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Plans
ShiningDomon325: hey
DirtyPoorKid: your testicles are belong to us
ShiningDomon325: grand
DirtyPoorKid: felicitious, no?
ShiningDomon325: haha
DirtyPoorKid: i wish to be known as... Jake the dot communist!
ShiningDomon325: ...
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Random Update
Feel like shit, but hey, at least I was happy for a half hour today, good enough I guess.
Its a nice day for a white wedding... its a nice day to start again... its a nice day to start again...
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Saturday Partying, and The Communist Republic of Palm Beach
Mark mentioned about the time he thought of me when he saw a picture with the Hammer and Sickle on a pack of Ecstasy. We laughed, and then him or Nick (not quite sure) mentioned how in their history class how they talked about how Communism would work on the Island of Palm Beach (yes! another republic to join our cause!). So how about it? Anyone interested in helping me have Palm Beach break off from the Union and become a bastion of Communism? Please?
Friday, April 4, 2008
Spending the Night with Jessica
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Your lips move but I can't hear what you say
Today was shitty and boring, and the fact I still have Jet Lag didn't help. I have managed to do something I quite love, with some mental effort, and sleeping pills, I have reached the point of complete neutrality, which is quite possibly the most wonderful thing that can be felt.
Ok ok ok... just a little pin prick, no need more ahhhhahahhhh but you may feel a little sick. Can you stand up? I do believe its working... good. That'll keep you going for the show. C'mon its time to go.
There is no pain you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you say. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye, I turned to look but it was gone, I cannot put my finger on it now, the child is gone, the dream is gone.
I-I-I have become comfortably numb.