Journals
Tuesday,May 20 2003, 01:11:00 AM
seriously i'm so fucking sick of studying...
Thursday,May 15 2003, 08:06:00 AMnothing
Discontent in this life as is, our mechanisms deviate
Rust debrided inspires change, and leaves behind exhausted dreams -ignition engaged-
So save your wishes for the sky, diluted and disguised, as a perfect fuel that won't ignite
But hope will heal us all
Set to action our forward thought
To allocate and stabilize
The truth for so long can only hide
In shadows of our own design - amend and revise -
A wish will leave you empty handed (hope will provide)
Shun your responsibilities (and lead an empty life)
A dream alone will bear no seed (hope is alive)
And wishes will leave you dead and buried
Lost and forgotten
With your lives
Monday,May 12 2003, 06:34:00 AM
This one is for Deanna Wong who ordered me to update my xanga!
Lets see... As i hang out with my friends i notice how much drama is contained within middle earth. If your causing drama then shut the fuck up and quit causing problems for other people... We have 5 weeks left together here an ME so lets have some fucking fun. I was thinking about throwing another party again like My birthday so if your down let me know. Anyways looks like i'm stuck in summer school, but it shouldn't be that bad i hear the waves are awesome in the Newport/Hunnington Beach area in the summer, so maybe i can get some surfing done too. It's no San Diego but hey atleast i'm not living in like Arizona or something....
Saturday,May 3 2003, 11:19:00 PM
looks like everyone is starting one of these xanga things, so i guess i'll jump on the bandwagon... right now i'm just chillin after a long night of talking to different people. Life's pretty crazy, dorm life is full of drama, and school work is annoying. O well thats life...
Hope unkown. Sometimes just waking is surreal. I walk right through the nameless ones. I know that hope's unknown. Sometimes the water feels so real. As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning. This day never seems to end. This pain, never. The rage I will not let go. I hear them calling. I feel them gnawing out holes through flawless souls. So alone. Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones.
I fear that I alone fear those ceased to feel they're alone inside of this place.
I am the misplaced. Now every face, it looks familiar... then every face would melt away until.. now everyone, do you know, I know your deception?

