| i fuckin love japan. |
[Jul. 21st, 2006|08:07 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | tokyo japan | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | dancy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | teriyaki boys - tokyo drift | ] |
i shook the guru's hand... that is all. |
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| due to request, interest, and spare time... |
[Jan. 26th, 2006|02:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sore | ] |
| [ | music |
| | queens of the stone age | ] |
i saw this idea on another livejournal and thought it was intriguing so i've decided to answer three questions of any sort as honestly and truthfully as i possible can, if anyone cares to ask. |
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| im a little emo girl |
[May. 15th, 2005|04:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  recumbent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | toms diner | ] |
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. How have I affected you?
5. What do you think of me?
6. What's the fondest memory you have of me?
7. How long do you think we will be friends?
8. Do you love me?
9. Do you have a crush on me?
10. Would you kiss me?
11. Would you hug me?
12. Physically, what stands out?
13. Emotionally, what stands out?
14. Do you wish I was cooler?
15. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I?
16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
17. Am I loveable?
18. How long have you known me?
19. Describe me in one word.
20. What was your first impression?
21. Do you still think that way about me now?
22. What do you think my weakness is?
23. Do you think I'll get married?
24. What makes me happy?
25. What makes me sad?
26. What reminds you of me?
27. If you could give me anything what would it be?
29. How well do you know me?
29. When's the last time you saw me?
30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
31. Do you think I could kill someone?
32. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
33. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
34. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal and see what I say about you? |
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| so... tonight was cool... |
[Jul. 28th, 2004|11:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | satisfied | ] |
| [ | music |
| | just prodigy in general | ] |
so david's friend is having a going away party and he wants our surf band to play for him... so we do and everything goes fairly well... not to great but it was a good way to spend a thursday... and then we go to sky's house for a while cause she's having a party and there's a bunch of girls there dressed up like make shift super heroes wanting to make a porno... so were like time to get the hell outta heeya, so we do. we go grab a bizmarkie and head back over to noah's farewell party and proceed to do nothing cause it getting late, they like crappy music like lil jon, and all the people there besides our band, biz, davids brother and noah suck, so i dont feel obligated to behave myself or care what these people think of me... so i drink my drink and converse with biz... and then when everyone left but me biz david and dylan we had a breakin contest to some good music... and one thing lead to another and i wound up losing my pants... wich was the life of the party in its entirety... then we packed up the stuff took it to dylans and i went home and got a margarita... thats a bout it. C'ya.
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| yea... so i got fired this morning |
[Jul. 25th, 2004|01:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | that one track on the blackalicious album featuring J5 | ] |
so i get up this morning cause my step dad wants me to move my drum set out of his car, and then my bro tells me that ashley (co-manager's daughter) from bob's giant burgers called, so i call them back and she's not there, but danny is and she gives me the message left for me...
her:"bob? yea i was supposed to tell you if you called that you have been TERMINATED."
me:"TERMINATED, what?"
her:"the owner came by last night and got the note you left, he didnt think it was funny and was appalled by the profanity. he said that you were to be TERMINATED, it wasnt ashley or i though we had nothing to do with it"
me:"wait, profanity, what are you talking about"
her:"there was shit on your note"
me:"what?"
her:"it says right here on the note 'i need shit more hours'."
me:"(giggles)i dont remember ever writing that, i mean im sure its there cause i mean im getting TERMINATED for it but..."
her:"ashley and i didnt get it and we had nothing to do with it, your check will be here in 24 hours"
me:"oh, thanx?"
"i need shit more hours" is something i would never say... just because its retarted. which narrows it down to three alternatives... 1. someone framed me and thats why i cant remember writing it... 2. for some odd reason i mixed up "lot" with "shit", which is possible ya know, i do that a shit... and 3. i was in a hurry and wrote "a shit load" cause its what came to mind and the other person read it to me incorrectly... either way its bullshit.
no more turntables... oh well, at least it was good for a laugh... and like 15 hundred dollars that i dont know what happened to... oh well, C'ya. |
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| this is jacks flamming heart being a faggot and complaining |
[Jul. 25th, 2004|01:27 am] |
immagine someone holding a desert eagle point five o
filled with blanks aimed and locked on your toe
you pull out the clip and replace with bullets of silver
press it to your heart and whatch as they pull the triger
for the longest time nothing ever seemed to flow
there were to many questions with answeres you couldnt begin to know
the good times in life seem to be comming to a finish
while memories are getting older and dont seem to replenish
the people you knew and loved are figments of the past
and the minimal excitement you have doesnt ever last
turning too booze and ciggars for self satisfacton
since you cant hold relationships with human compasion
not only cause your out of shape, ugly and white
but cause your social skills suck and your not really bright
your life isnt getting beter with the passing of days
working at a shitty job making minimum wage
and i mean why not, not missing much, seemed like a good way to go
being shot in the heart by someone you barely even know
quick painfull and got rid of your worry's
no more dealing with earth's bullshit stories... |
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| cant sleep... |
[Jul. 21st, 2004|02:30 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | hot | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the silence of a hot summers night - bob's house | ] |
its 2 30 in the morning and i dont know what to do
slip'n some boxers, bear slippers n' grab a mountaindew
i keep telling my self i should post in this POS
but this stuff is made for women who lead a life of mess
and how they cant deal with that fact
that their lives are so wack
that they're petty complaints are purely nonsence
a kool LJ is an oxymoronic statement
made by egotisticle laments
who are simple mminded beings and slightly selfish
but thats besides the point of this meaningless rhyme
making over used suggestions in an attempt to murder time
this is when it was pointed out to me that creativity takes place
in the half asleep stance between time and space
taught by great master dow and sensei davi money
that when you dont give a fuck about anything is when you become most cunning
i wonder whats the point in this i dont know what to write
whats the point of feeling if you keep them out in public sight
unless you seek attention and deep seeded nurturing
or feel like showing off to those who have no further being
i wonder if im a hypocrit...i dont think im showing off
no, im not, i cant be, cause this verse is sucking cock
holly shit it sudenly got quiet...
and thanx to that mountain dew i have to piss, i should have drunk spriet
man you know you suck when you have to make up words...
i'll be the next fity cent except for geeks and nerds
well i guess this is the effect; my rhyme licking nuts
cause being; rushing 2 versus in under 20 minuetes
or maybe the cause is my negative tude
but i hate cocky bastards who rap just to say their penis is huge
i wonder how those niggers even get on public radio
and then some white boy comes in and says im slim shady yo
i wonder who's the promoter for this mindless bullshit
jay-z isnt music its a promo for rape and narcotics
if shimmeshimme cocopuff can be the new hit of the year
i dont see why this shit isnt worth cash to hear
is it cause im white or ugly or dont have connections
or cause i dont smoke weed and have certain afectations
i mean if chingy can make a multi selling platnum cd
with not a single track on there with some sort of meaning
why cant three white guys make a group called voltron D
and have ridiculous names and attempt to be MC'z
man i probably lost the beat about a good ten min ago
not that it matters cause i bet it never did flow
well im running out of ideas... so
im gonna light this bug on my desk on fire... and then im gonna go... C'ya |
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| bored... again |
[Jul. 18th, 2004|11:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | this song i guess... | ] |
"not gonna get laid tonight"-the marionettes
i had a dream
maybe a nightmare
as weird as it seemed
saw her in past the shadows of objects that werent there
she walked toward me
i accepted and followed towards her
the walk grew endlessly
but with hands clamped we walked assure
or path built as the moon arose
talking about nothing and the way life goes
it was clear to me at this point when i could smell the sushi
that on this fate full night, i would get some pussy
she looks at me with passion and i return the glare
fire works go off in heart like a mid town fair
ineffable is how feel may it could be love
no word on earth is relatable to love
i've had no such feeling to anyone i've met before
love or not i dont care anymore its one i cant ignore
i look into her eyes and she looks into mine too
she said my eyes are beutiful, i said its cause im looking at you
she grabs my thigh
her dress glistening in the moonlight
of a dark eternal winters night
i grab her shoulders and hear a moaning sigh
i move in and peck on her lips like penguin
fuck god hail satan tonight is of sin
its toungue twister and the kittens got it
she loses her tention when my hands meet her hip
paralel with each other, the ground, and mother earth
its my first time to... i hope it doesnt hurt
she looks at me with passion and i return the glare
fire works go off in heart like a mid town fair
ineffable is how feel may it could be love
no word on earth is relatable to love
i've had no such feeling to anyone i've met before
love or not i dont care anymore its one i cant ignore
i look into her eyes and she looks into mine too
she said my eyes are beutiful, i said its cause im looking at you
she says i think i should go
i run after her
her pace does not seem to slow
my heart is a stir
she say's i cant, now's not a good time
no number no contact, just memmories left behind
i have yet to awaken
it is souls such as this
may my life be forsaken
that are the ones that should be missed
i am jack's broken heart...aww man... |
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| yep... got one... |
[May. 20th, 2004|04:33 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the jingles they play on stupid day time tv commercials | ] |
so... live journal eh... its ok. except for the fact the the first thing i did with my entrance to the lj world is make this poor hot girl cry and shut down her community...
i guess this is where im supposed to write about my day... which was ok, i got some invites to graduation party's and i got off wor for tomorow... thats about it... well and i gotta go play at this concert thing tonight, nothing interesting... except whatching the jamieson's, (jake and bobby) play jazz, they're both fucking amazing... yea if you have time later probably like 8ish you should see them, in the jazz A band, jake plays drums and bobby on tenor sex. they will shange your outlook on life. yep... C'ya |
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