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| Well, in light of recent events, I'm switching back to my old theme song:
"
People will know when they see this show
The kind of a guy I am
They'll recognize just what I stand for and what I just can't stand
They'll perceive what I believe in
And what I know is true
And they'll recognize I'm a one man guy
Always was through and through
People meditate
Hey that's just great
Trying to find the inner you
People depend on family and friend
And other folks to pull them through
I don't know why I'm a one man guy
Or why I'm a one man show
But these three cubic feet of bone and blood and meat are all I love and know
'Cause I'm a one man guy in the morning
Same in the afternoon
One man guy when the sun goes down
I whistle me a one man tune
One man guy a one man guy
Only kind of guy to be
I'm a one man guy
I'm a one man guy
I'm a one man guy is me
I'm gonna bathe and shave
And dress myself and eat solo every night
Unplug the phone, sleep alone
Stay away out of sight
Sure it's kind of lonely
Yeah it's sort of sick
Being your own one and only
Is a dirty selfish trick
'Cause I'm a one man guy in the morning
Same in the afternoon
One man guy when the sun goes down
I whistle me a one man tune
One man guy a one man guy
Only kind of guy to be
I'm a one man guy
I'm a one man guy
I'm a one man guy is me"
Yeah.
I'm laying this Xanga to rest. You can find me at http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=fadetoblackened007
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| Yeah, so hanging around the school until 6:30 is not a fun idea. Don't try it.
And don't take a nap on a table, either. I think I've got more back problems than my dad because of it. @.@
But other than that, I think I can say my face has been sufficiently
rocked off. Four Sticks was a fun time. They weren't super awesome, but
it was definitely worth my ten bucks.
I love spring. Unfortunately, spring hates me.
I have allergies so bad you wouldn't believe. @.@
Well, I had some more stuff to say, but y'know what? I'm tired.
G'night.
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| What's this now?!
Free MP3 hosting?! Oh my!
http://www.purevolume.com/HDX
Just for the sake of giving everyone a sample of what we do at HDX
Productions. Oh, and be sure to check out the official HDX Weblog at:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/hdx_productions/
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| Hmm, yeah.
So I was just going through some old songs of mine. Most of them were pretty bad. @.@
But there are some there that I'm fairly proud of. Most notably my
collaborations with Paulo Serapio. Gotta talk to that guy sometime.
I'd like to compose a song for string ensemble, but I'm not entirely
sure where to start. Perhaps when I get FruityLoops back I'll start
throwing some ideas around. Or maybe I'll use FinaleNotepad. *shrug*
In any case, maybe someday I'll find a host and link some of my music here. Ah well, I suppose we'll have to wait and see, ne?
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| Right, so I've been making a lot of entries recently...
No real reason, I suppose. Just checking to see if anyone's interested.
I must admit, my life is rather boring. Not by choice, but I just... meh.
It's a long story that the internet does not justice to.
So I was thinking today, about the rain. Everyone seems to be so upset because it's raining. So downcast.
I'm glad it's been raining. There's nothing quite as refreshing as an
early spring shower. It lets you know that winter is ending.
It's a quiet reminder to me that things do change. The cold, the snow,
the darkness... it passes. Sometimes, in the middle of winter, when
most of the day is night and the temperature is below zero... things
just seem like they'll never get better. But the spring rain helps
clear out the snow.
I dunno. I suppose it's a great metaphor for life. Taking the bad in stride with the good.
I can't wait for summer. I don't want to go anywhere special, or do
anything big. Just day after day of being with the people I care for
most, having good times and listening to good music, seeing good
movies, and just talking about good things. This may be my last chance.
Most of my friends are Juniors. In fact, my very best friend is. And
next year is his last at Salem High. I wonder how things will be when
he's off at college. I wonder if we'll keep in touch.
I'm 16 years old. 16, and yet I spend a lot of my time thinking of what
colleges would like to see me do. Isn't that ridiculous? I'm not even
half way through high school, and already the colleges own me. It's a
shame.
The American dream must have died, but no one attended the funeral.
But enough of that. There's no rehearsal for Oklahoma! this week. It's a shame, I was looking forward to it.
Perhaps I'll be at Latin Club this week, but I doubt it. I may even skip Litmag.
I wish I weren't so socially inept, that I could approach someone in a
crowd of people and just...fit in. Have conversation with groups,
rather than individuals. The life of the social butterfly... such a
mystery. But if I were like that, I suppose I wouldn't be me. I'd be
someone else, wearing my skin and always feeling it's a bit tight.
Hah, listen to me. Rambling on about this stuff in such a public forum. I must sound really desperate.
This is probably the mose personal entry I'm ever going to write. Life,
it seems, doesn't have enough room for more people like me. Personal
people.
No one is what they seem to be, and I just can't deal with it.
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