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| You think I ain't worth a dollar, but I feel like a millionare. |
| 06.28.04 (6:35 pm) [edit] |
The other day I did something amazing. I didn't sleep well that night, well, I really just didn't sleep. I went to sleep at 1:00 and woke up at like 2:30 or 4:00. Well, at about five, I decided to get up and get dressed because it was obvious I wasn't going to sleep. So, as soon as it was just getting to 'non-dark' status outside, I grabbed my iPod and wrote a note to my parents and left. I just went walking. The street lights were still on. Rage played first (Microphone Fiend). It totally got me energized. I turned down the street at the end of the neighborhood and Drunkship Lantern by the Mars Volta came on and I broke into a sprint. At the end of the street I caught the sunrise. Magnificent. Japaneese Gum by Her Space Holiday. Calmed me down instantly. I walked for so long. I came to the park and My Hero by the Foo Fighters came on. I speeded up a bit and made it to the end of the fence and looked out to the airport to see if there was a take off planned I could watch. Nothing. By this time the sun was up and shining. It smelled fantastic. I made it to the street again and passed only the second person I had seen. I was the first one up and around here. For an hour I walked. I found streets in the neighborhood I didn't know about previously. I hit some back streets and started singing songs out loud. Great. I was in such a great mood. I wasn't thinking anything. Nothing waying me down at all. It was one of the best feelings ever. I think everyone should do that. :D
I've also been writing alot lately and last night I started a really great poem. Which is wierd for me 'cause my poetry sucks.
I also took the test Leslie has on her site. Here are my results:
Disorder Rating Information
Paranoid: Low
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal*: High
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Low
Histrionic**: Moderate
Narcissistic: Low
Avoidant: Low
Dependent***: Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive: Low
*Many believe that schizotypal personality disorder represents mild schizophrenia. The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and individuals with this disorder often seek isolation from others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.
**People with histrionic personality disorder are constant attention seekers. They need to be the center of attention all the time, often interrupting others in order to dominate the conversation. They use grandiose language to discribe everyday events and seek constant praise. They may dress provacatively or exaggerate illnesses in order to gain attention. They also tend to exaggerate friendships and relationships, believing that everyone loves them. They are often manipulative.
***Dependent personality disorder is characterized by a need to be taken care of. People with this disorder tend to cling to people and fear losing them. They may become suicidal when a break-up is imminent. They tend to let others make important decisions for them and often jump from relationship to relationship. They often remain in abusive relationships. They are overly sensitive to disapproval. They often feel helpless and depressed.
Wow, I'm a jerk. :(
And today we got a solid white cat. My mom and I named her Gwenivere. (I love you Gwenivere)
p.s. I havn't been paying attention to albums I could review, but hopefully soon it'll happen.
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| Where black is blue and that is good. |
| 06.21.04 (8:55 pm) [edit] |
Haha, stupid things. I just remembered some stupid things that I've done. Like last night or something. But I decided that I would post a couple.
First: This one time my friend and I were at Put-Put (I love mini golf) one saturday and decided that is was boring with only us two there. So, we did what all teen guys go, we called the third person in our team. But, we didn't have any change. And at the time no cell phones. So, we called collect. But this is where the funny part comes in. We called his house. The lady said: Please state your name. So we hurrily said, "Jermy! This is Codie and Aaron, don't except charges!!" "What? Okay, whatever." So, we called back and each time we would add a little to the story, "Come to putt putt!" "We've been here all morning!" Finally, all we heard from him when it asked him to accept charges was him laughing so hard he couldn't talk. In the end he ended up wt putt putt with us. See kids, you can cheat the system.
Next: Carson and I were at a hockey game. We decided that is was boring to sit and watch, so we wandered the hallways messing with people and talking as loud as we could. We would talk to strangers and make them feel uncomfertable. So there we were, just walking down the hall, and Carson bets me to tell the next person I see that "My dady beats me." I agree, but I don't do it right away. A young lady and a few other people pass, and finally Carson says I have to do it to the next person. So here comes this old guy... probobly a janitor or something. So I tell him, "My daddy beats me." And to our suprise, he retorts, "GOOD!" Haha! Priceless.
Last: Involved a girl named Dakota. That's all you need to know.
post a comment about your stupid stories! :lol:
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| I'm gonna angle for telapathy 'cause I don't know the words to say! |
| 06.11.04 (7:48 am) [edit] |
The other day I went to Cheryl's house with the rest of our peoples. I was like the last on there to arrive (besides Brandon) and the last one to leave. It was nice, I love spending time with my friends.
That night I got a phone call, but you don't need to worry about that.
I didn't sleep that night. Not at all. I stayed up and watched everything Leslie watches. And a crappy movie (Along Came Polly) that I don't recommend. It really sucked. I listened to some music. I got addicted to a couple of songs from the Stokes album, Room on Fire. And sang some pretty vulgar lyrics from a Modest Mouse song (Black Cadillacs). I was almost hoping to wake up the family... didn't happen. I finally went to sleep at 7:00 A.M. the next morning. I slept until two. I didn't go eat lunch with the step dad's family. :x
My mom signed on my screen name. She had a rather embarrising conversation with Cody. Now she questions my sexuality (if you only knew Cody). She doesn't trust me at all. Not at anything. I can't even go to my friends without her asking a million questions.
It's standard protocol now... her asking questions. I'm used to it. I know all the questions, all the responses. I can tell her exactly what I'm going to do at a friends, how long, who else is going to be there, ect....
I don't know if she is faking all this as a joke, or if she really doesn't trust me. Oh, the things she has done to make me not trust her. And she has no trust in me?!?! Terrible! I could rat her out on so many things, but I keep quiet. It just pisses me off sometimes. Alot of the time.
Alot of things are stressing me out now.
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| Assemble the Empire! |
| 06.06.04 (5:29 pm) [edit] |
I'm still stuck to Sparta.
I tried to type this last night when I was at the local Lan Party place, but I ran out of time in the middle of typing it...what a loser. Anyway, here it is, the best I remember it.
You see, for some reason or another, I havn't been able to write in my personal journal. Not like my personal blog, but my own pen and paper journal. Like, when ever I start to, I just freeze up and either stop remembering my ideas, or I just get can't bring myself to do it. It almost feels like a chore. Maybe I think that people are reading it? I mean, I can keep this one vauge, so it doesn't bother me to write in it regulary. I leave my normal journal out. Usually on the bed in my backpack. I mean, I don't tell anyone were it is...until now...but it's still a possibility that my brothers could get a hold of it fairly easily. And they might get mad (for one reason or another).
Maybe it's the fact that I pretty much talk to my friends about what I write in my journal, weather they know it or not, so there isn't really a reason to sound repetitive. I don't know. I mean, it's not that I don't like keeping one, because it's feels great to write all that crap down. I havn't really cared all that much lately, though, but it still has bothered me a bit.
I do hope I can start again. I'll give it a couple of weeks and try again...maybe then I'll be able to write. There just hasn't been that drive that's usually there. I dunno. Oh well.
p.s. I think that I'm going to do a review on this c.d. that I got in Austin from a local band called the Peels. Itsaprettynice...
Marketing Jesus updated, and Carson's got another blog, check that out (link on left!).
Finally, I put all the indie record label links to the right.
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| I'm back |
| 06.03.04 (7:43 pm) [edit] |
Yes, that's right. I'm back and you're all in trouble...
Well, I didn't get to do anything I wanted to. No local shows, no Alamo, no resturant in spinny building, no sky scraper elevators, no sleep. Nothing.
And today we went to go get my brother (don't ask, it's a long story) and his birthday is the 6th, so my grandmother got him one of those god forsaken air soft guns. Well, I told him not to, but he shot me. I have a low tolerance of pain, first off, but also I was just looking for an excuse to get all emotional on everyone. I came in the house and yelled loud at my mother and grandmother and didn't feel bad about it. Then I cried. Then I decided not to talk to anyone for a while, then I cried again. I can't fight without crying. Even when I fight with Casey and I'm winning, I cry. One time my mom got tired of him picking on me (even though I'm older) and she took him outside and pinned him down and made me hit him. And I wouldn't do it and I cried. And I got yelled at and finally did it, and I cried even harder. I hate myself.
I got home and called Carson and we left and walked, and then we went to his house and he showed me this nice indie artist: Jack Johnson. Now I'm talking to friends and I'm pretty okay.
I'll update the personal one too.
I love my friends...
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