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| What's the point of being a writer or an artist anyway?
Herman Melville wrote fuckin' Moby Dick, he was so poor and forgot by the time he died that
in his obituary they called him Henry Melville. You know, like why bother? They're just going to forget our fuckin' names anyway. I mean, he wrote a seven-hundred page allegorical novel about the whaling industry. I think he was a pretty passionate guy.
I hope they call me Henry when I die, too.
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| Sup! I'm definetly blogging right now listening to rap music on the cellular with Jeremiah Dean! Isn't that pleasent? And The Crow is on the tele. Wow there is alot going on right now. This probably won't be a meaningful blog. OH WELL. So I just got a job and it's been since August. I WORK AT BOB EVANS. Isn't that just steezin for no reason!? Andddddd let's see, I don't know what else to say. Oh me and emily wrote a song today. It's the first song I've ever written. We wrote about trees, chuck norris, and falling down. Our friendship is so fullfilling. =D Hmm this is definetly a very sad blog entry. NOT GONNA LIE. lol. I think I might post a picture. I mean WHY NOT? I lika to do da cha cha. 
QUEST CREW IS BOSS! | | |
| Flight of the Conchords are comming to the Fox Theatre. And I'm freaking out! I need to get tickets ASAP. I have presale oppurtunity! uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm $25 short. OH MY GOD. That couldnt get anymore irritating. | | |
| I honestly don't know what to write in this. All I know is I probably need to vent some shit to the wide world of Xanga. Lately I've come to see who is a good friend and who isn't. And I'm sure Daniel really is to me, and trusts me to tell me things and share a bond. But then he screens my phone calls and messes with me in a mean way. I don't really like it. But I like him. Alot. Still. What the fuck seriously, its like borderline obsession! I don't want to be one of those girls. I hate those girls. The ones that get upset over small stuff and makes it a HUGE deal and cries and calls 464321 times in an hour. The ones who put on an act so you can tolerate them for a minute at a time. I think I love him. Sucks that he doesnt want a relationship with me period. Except friendship. I want to be so much more. I want to grow with him and see each other for who we really are. I hope that my pathetic wish comes true sooner than later. I hate complications. Which reminds me of that song by the Dresden Dolls. "Coin Operated Boy." Love without complications galore. One line I will never forget. Something I truly strive for. That and forgivness. I want to meet someone who actually believes in second chances. I dont know of anyone that has. Is that a mythical being? One who forgives? | | |
| here come those mixed signals... and what do you do with them. absolutely nothing. because you don't know whats real and what isn't. I want to think everything is sincere. but they think they are not giving any signals at all, when they are very much obvious. he has alot going on in his life and a relationship isn't part of the plan at the moment. this is totally understandable. so where I'm getting at is, "do you still like me or not?" or the question of "would you get back together with me?" stuff like that just might slip out of my mouth. which I hope ceases and deceases. because it just sounds like my foot goooiinnnggg down my mouth. I am so glad I can vent all of this on here. anywhere else wouldn't be as safe. and everyone is tired of hearing about it. truth to be told I don't think I ever cared about someone this much. sure I cared about other guys. but not to a point where I am going to sit and wait for them to come around. and want to help them. I would have given up two months ago if I didn't think it was something special. | | |
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