Walking
waiting
alone without a care
hoping and hating
with things i can't bare
did you think it's cool to walk right up to so save my life
and fuck it up
well did you
well did you
I see hell in your eyes
taken in by surprise
touching you makes me feel alive
touching you makes me die inside
walking
waiting
alone without a care
hoping and hating
with things that I can't bare
did you think it's cool to walk right up to so save my life
and fuck it up
well did you
i hate you
I see hell in your eyes
taken in by surprise
touching you makes me feel alive
touching you makes me die inside
I've slept so long without you
it's tearing me apart till
how to get this far playing games
with fist held cards
I've killed a million pity souls
But I can't kill you
I've slept so long without you
I see hell in your eyes
taken in by surprise
touching you makes me feel alive
touching you makes me die inside
I see hell in your eyes
taken in by surprise
touching you makes me feel alive
touching you makes me die inside
I see hell in your eyes
taken in by surprise
touching you makes me feel alive
touching you makes me die inside

-jay gordon of orgy

made: shopping for xmas
made: most classes done
ruined: THE PAPER FROM HELL
ruined: THE PORTFOLIO FROM HELL
ruined: doing final assignments on a saturday night

made: i am going to be drunk from next wednesday until next sunday. permadrunk.

I already got my xmas stuff. and my birthday stuff. There's no surprise since my mom is net-shopping-challenged and I had to order everything myself.

I got:
Harry Potter Limited Edition boxed set 5 Book series
Harry's School Books Boxed Set
the POA DVD
a microfiber travel towel
a sleep sheet from SummitHut

I also asked for my europe guidebook, maps and italian and greek dictionaries. and the belkin battery pack for my ipod. They're also paying for my eurail pass so I'm really not complaining.

Best yule in a long time. :D

I’m over it.
You see I’m falling in a vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last I see

I hear it fading
I can’t speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding
Always whining
Take my hand
Now be alive

You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I’m not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone

I’m over it
Why can’t we be together?
Endlessly
Sleeping so long
Taking off the masks
At last I see

My fear is fading
I can’t speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You fear them finding
Always whining
Take my hand
Now be alive

You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I’m not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone

You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I’m not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone

Everyone

-david draiman of disturbed
"forsaken"

dave draiman

posting noir, listening to franz ferdinand and getting my fic dose before i start the ffar 250 papers tomorrow and waste the rest of my week being analytical and too smart for my own good.

oh my god you look like a frog
oh my god you look like a frog
oh my god you look like a frog
umbridge you're going DOWN


-harry and the potters.
worst bad ever. best song ever.

speedy: (regarding your signature) you know ROAR stands for "right of all refusal", right? it has nothing to do with the music, the vibe, or your mdma induced euphoria - it means if the promoters bust you for something, for example, drug or weapons possession, they have the right to kick you out. in short, it's not synonymous with PLUR.

made: uber productive afternoon
ruined: hell week
made: good stress that forces me off my ass

my fantastic plexi glass pencil holder that i built for my industrial design final

Although my lover lives in a place that I can't live
I find I like a life this lonely
It rips and pierces me
I love the rip of nerves
The rip that wakes me
I'm dissatisfied, I love dissatisfied
I love to feel there's always more that I need
London never gives what I want it to give

So Come On Home

So you talk down to me, the few times you talk to me
I'm not scared of words, but I fear voices
I replace you easily, replace pathetically
I flirt with any flighty thing that falls my way
But how I needed you
When I needed you.
Lets not forget we are so strong, so bloody strong

So Come On Home
But don't forget to leave

-franz ferdinand.

amanda: overall the album took a few listens to asjust to but right now im loving just about all of it.

charcoal and big paper

history of modern design... and the twenty or so psychology/technical manuals i have to start on tomorrow to do my paper

^^ that.

made: two down... eight (?) to go
ruined: paper writing day and busted ass technical drawing night tomorrow
ruined: so tired
made: getting a very brief glimmer of what i intend to do with my month off. it consists mostly of alcohol, coffee, cigarettes, large-scale drawings, writing and flash design. mmmmm ca va etre bon crisse. i cant wait to sleep in again.

new orleans.

maybe i can scrape together an extra grand this summer and swing by next february.

*sigh*

they're stupid comfy.

ruined: fuckheads.

Michael
You're the boy with all the leather hips
Sticky hair, sticky hips
Stubble on my sticky lips

Michael
You're the only one I'd ever want
Only one I'd ever want
Only one I'd ever want
Beautiful boys on a beautiful dancefloor

Michael
You're dancing like a beautiful dance whore
Michael
Waiting on a silver platter now... and nothing matters now

-franz ferdinand
(an ode to those who have abandoned their role in GOF as the weird sisters)

wild. i'm actually going to this thing, didn't know he was publicizing it.

Queensbury Number Eight.
Hell Hotel punk rock estate.
Way way back in the day.
One hundred years it seems that way.
Just across from Wayne's Junk Store.
Three floors up then straight ahead.
If someone thought to lock the door,
Use the fire escape instead.
Someone's always up to something, one thing's always understood.
If nothing happened in a minute, wait another, something would.
Avoid the landlord, spend the rent, raising hell with reckless style.
And sure our time was poorly spent, but toxic toast still makes me smile.
Looking back now, not sure how
We made it through, not all of us but most.
Still haunts me, like it wants me.
I remember, I remember, I remember toxic toast.
This stuff's one hundred-thirty proof.
Glue threw the TV off the roof.
The whole damn place just wasn't stable.
Andrew trashed the coffee table.
Rico's here, the party's reeling.
Colam's been spray-painting the ceiling.
Can't make a call and man it's cold,
Alcohol and stranglehold.
Toxic toast, Jake coined the phrase.
Haven't thought about it for a while.
Mindless endless nights and days,
But toxic toast still makes me smile.
Looking back now, not sure how
We made it through, not all of us but most.
Still haunts me, like it wants me.
I remember, I remember, I remember toxic toast.

- mighty mighty bosstones

pffft. baha!

ruined: im so screwed.
made: everything else that doesn't involve final papers or final projects

the upcoming month off of classes ergo writing more ergo making some cash ergo one semester down... seven to go.

and chucking myself into the DFAR minor because this program stinks

when doves cry - prince

getting an email from my drawing teacher that informs me i have 45 FUCKING PIECES TO DO BEFORE TERM ENDS.

haywood jablome

made/ruined: i am a bad university student who doesn't take college life seriously.
made/ruined: ditching class two days in a row and not doing anything productive

its the holy virgin mother

Boxed up
All of her favourite things
Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale

Big plans and leaving friends and
A westbound sign

Weighed out
Her choices on a scale
Prevailing nothing made sense
Just transportation and a
Blank decision...
She's taking off (sev.x)

No time and no copping out
She burning daylight and petrol
Blacked out the rearview mirror
Heading westward on

Strung out
On confusion road
And ten minute nervous breakdowns
Xanex a beer for thought
And she determined...
She's taking off (sev.x)

Oh is it salvation?
Or an escape from discontent?
Will she find her name
In the California cement?

Punched out of the grind
That punched her one too many times...

Is tragedy 2000 miles away?
She's taking off

-'westbound sign' green day

berk! skag! septic!

ruined: i shoulda gone to theirry's school
ruined: papers. papers. PAPERS. thank god i dont have to write a thesis for this stupid program
ruined: headache
made: new sketchbook and lotsa charcoal
made: getting my skull for monday's vanitas project tomorrow

real absinth had atropine belladonna in it and its highly unlikely that brewers are risking killing their customers off anymore. even in amsterdam. and if they ARE. well hell i'm gonna make a pitstop this summer i think.

ITS ALREADY RUINED. *grunt* it was ruined before it even began. furthermore the crimson king is the weakest charachter i have ever had the misfortune of reading and mordred... dont get me started. what tops it off is the top of the tower - im really not giving too much away here. this isnt 'insomnia' right, most of these things are completely foreseen well in advance in regards to the plot.

b fucking minus is so fucking degrading. couldnt just be a B right, no, we have to insult the students and put them in their place by knocking off their egos with a MINUS SIGN. damnit.

i want my papers to write themselves.

*rolls eyes at the banter*

simple. nice lip on the toe, suede perferably and definately two-tone - but most importantly, there has to be a stash pocket somewhere. i highly recommend shasha's. i love mine.

that's a lot of tonsil

made: aldsmalsmfd;almd;a,d;a,d they gave me my own forum adlmad,a
ruined: b fucking minus what the fuck is that?? fucking b fucking minus. fucking fuck.
ruined: my fucking head hurts
ruined: so much gaddamn work
made: all i want to do tonight is swear my little arse off.

made: published on three counts
ruined: rejected by the RS. oh the humanity. unforgivables.
made: good evening with ince
ruined: too much shit to do tomorrow

mister chris cornell - the superunknown album