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So im getting really bad about updating this thing..... oh well.....
theme lyrics for this entry:
"And I've got some friends some that I hardly know
We've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go"
- Rise Against "Swing Life Away"
So, as many of you probably now know, the war between the seniors and
the juniors is getting under way... some may think that it is already
over but the CEOs at the HHC say "Nah" to this statement...... its just
getting started........ to prevent intelligence leaks, I will not
mention any specifics but what I can say is " its gonna be good!"
ahaha.....
now for the reason for the theme lyrics: have you ever wanted to go
back in time because you realize that you should have done things
differently a long time ago??? like started being better friends with
people?..... I had 13 years of school to figure out this making friends
thing and I think that if I live another 50 ill still be making the same
mistakes i am now........ like wasting the time that I am provided with
to do the things that I need to be doing...........ok... enough
rambling...........................................
well, basketball started yesterday. WOW.wow.wow.wow. thats all I can
say about that.... we are going to be tons better than when we under the
Brewster regime. The Nike shoes are awesome so far... we will just have
to see how they hold up=) bad news is that I can already feel my knees
starting to get soar again but I mine as well get used to it because it
aint going to get any better.....
Broadcast is getting better and better. We got a partnership with the
local TV Station channel 6 KFDM, ordered an actual camera (like you see
the real TV people with) and went wireless on our studio mic system...
I want to learn how to play guitar and piano REALLY well... in case anyone cares....
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
-Aldous Huxley
ok thats all im going to write for now... will leave with some lyrics...............
The Spill Canvas - Self-Conclusion Lyrics
Fade in, start the scene
Enter beautiful girl
But things are not what they seem
As we stand at the edge of the world
"Excuse me, sir,
But I have plans to die tonight
Oh, and you are directly in my way
And I bet you're gonna say it's not right"
My reply:
"Excuse me, miss
But do you have the slightest clue
Of exactly what you just said to me
And exactly who you're talking to?"
She said, "I don't care, you don't even know me"
I said, "I know but I'd like to change that soon, hopefully"
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets
"You make it sound so easy to be alive
But tell me, how am I supposed to seize this day
When everything inside me has died?"
My reply:
"Trust me, girl
I know your legs are pleading to leap
But I offer you this easy choice-
Instead of dying, living with me"
She said, "Are you crazy? You don't even know me."
I said, "I know, but I'd like to change that soon hopefully"
Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets
I would be lying if I said that things would never get rough
And all this cliche motivation, it could never be enough
I could stand here all night trying to convince you
But what good would that do?
My offer stands, and you must choose
"All right, you win, but I only give you one night
To prove yourself to be better than my atttempt at flight
I swear to god if you hurt me I will leap
I will toss myself from these very cliffs
And you'll never see it coming"
"Settle, precious, I know what you're going through
Just ten minutes before you got here I was going to jump too"
Yeah we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you're never supposed act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets
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