Bold As Love

thebold @ 2007-02-12T21:01:00

2007-02-13T02:02:31Z

I'm alive, I've revived the live journl ritual with another name

Come find me.

drugsof_youth

Getting Even with my Memory

2007-02-08T00:59:11Z

It's bullshit that I try to write in this.

Ran out of time, no Kiss goodbye.

What?

2007-02-05T17:54:23Z

I somehow bruised and cut up about half of my arm last night between the hours of four and eleven this morning.

I'm tired of typical people, and typical fights.
I bet you I can map out every fight I have until I graduate. I shouldn't even say I fight.
I could map out what causes it, how other people will handle it, and how much I will freak out.
Because, for some reason, I was stuck without the ability to fight using intelligence. Or to be calm in that matter.
Ha, instead I use odd wet noises, the words asshole, fucking, and jackass, and hyper-ventilation.
Or maybe I just can't fight at all.

I would love to go outside.
But I'm afraid that I would freeze before I even touched the door knob.

Today will be a day for nostalgia.
My mind needs to get over this cycle.
I need to stop reminiscing over things that I screwed up or lost my chance at.

Chances are fucked up.
They have there cycles, and you can only jump in at the appropriate time.
You either get your head knocked out, or you get your heart thrown out.

ah, fuck. That was fucking bull.

I find that this is just people getting by by bullshit, the one whos best with bullshit wins.

Goooodammn you, you fucking Male Race

2007-02-04T02:34:31Z

I almost got away from you.

Stop going places,
Stay in your homes.

It's not safe anyways.

I've been hearing some things about the apocalypse and global warming.
Stock up on your Canned Items.

eyyyy

2007-01-30T20:51:34Z

He creates art work

" 'Anna-molly delivers a similar push but has a far more sophisticated bent, in that it rocks, but conjures imagery of a girl that can see in my minds eye but most likely doesn't exist. there forebeing a bit of an ANOMALY. I guess that is realatively sophisticated...right? Fuck. I actually hate trying to explain what these or any of our songs mean! And its' not really fair for me to condescend to do that in the first place. If you care to, let them be about whatever you want. our single, 'Megalomania' from our last album...wasinterpreted in ways that I never intended. It wasn't far from home base, but was nowhere near as case specific as it seemed. Which is fine with us. Good! Think of it what you will. And for doG's sake, start your own band!"
-Brandon

Sorry for spelling errors. DAMN CDDHTMLSHITNESS.

And just some fun:

Well now.

Hah, I was suppose to work on a important english project and study for math. I'll wait for the buzz to go away.

I fought the war.

2007-01-30T11:14:56Z

Hm. Funny how all I ever needed to feel better about going to school was a new pair of shoes.

I even ordered another pair to be sent to me .

They aren't as nice as the ones I had though.
But I think thats for other reasons.

These shoes have a lot to live up to.

BODY MOVIN' A-BODY MOVIN'

2007-01-28T05:46:14Z

I saved this last night beecause I wanted to read this before I posted it in the morning
And to add pictures of course:

I want to call everyone I have ever met. I want to tell them what I have been thinking.

I know that I am not the best at opening my mouth and organizing words.
I'm normally a blushing mess of rambling jumbled thoughts.

But I know that today my thoughts have processed to the point where my ideas can intelligently talk for themselves.

I want to call.
Knowing that I have no grasp on reality.
Knowing that I sound just like every other girl.

My eyes are blurring the edges. I have about a 1/2 inch line of sight going across this screen.
But it is only midnight.
Eh.

The order of these songs are so satisfying that I am inspired to keep going.

At school I've turned into a face I don't know.
It's completely dis-satisfying.
It's completely nauseating.

"I'm a midnight mile from your home"

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Ah, the joys of badly scanned images of memories that hold no knowledge of reality.
[I'm the one that self consciously put the towel around herself]

Latest Songs On Repeat:

Ulcer Sound

Making Certain(I don't have that)

Evil Son

Equation #2

They are so satisfying;

Thats right keep those hands down.

Apparently there were a few changes in band mates.

Now I'm going to bragggg fool.
About the same time last year.

check the green paint on the chin.

Annnd Now:

Another Blast from the Past:

Picture post basically

2007-01-21T07:10:11Z

I got a Nikon, but I still havn't figured it out.
It's too blurry, and the white balance is too high, and just fuck the exposure.

Latest pictures from New Years Eve to Present.

Madi took most of them.
(I have over 200 pictures yet I edited (more like resized) only a few

New Years Eve;

Madi.

I dont know, blinded by the light?

Truman.

Kara and Madi Night with Alex and Wes
It poored the entire night, yet we had a fire made out of started logs that were suppoe to smell mountainy fresh. I didn't take any of these, except for the last one.

Kara

Eh, stuff.

I'm tired of having plain brown hair.

a water color that I made for Madi.

EHH! a post on jr__nal here

Waiting for paint to dry

2007-01-20T01:43:00Z

I don't favor the part of painting where I wait for my 'background' to dry. And as I try to blast my music so that I don't hear the 22 feet that run back and forth upstairs, I feel completely depressed that I am sitting here on a Friday night. . . alone, and not only tonight, I have been like this for most of my 'so called life' (damn you sitcom who has made saying that make me feel completely pathetic). There is a party upstairs. Full of pop corn, p.j's, 8 children 5 and under, and three adults pretending to be intelegent playing a game of UNO. One mother actually described her kid as Durable.

Kids. Holy fucking Kids. I love my little sister. She doesn't know how much light she sheds on my heart. But 8 kids with 16 arms and legs and 8 high pitched sticky mouths. Falling and sliding and tripping and telling my little sister that she can't go to the bathroom even though she was the one that got up to go because she is the host and the guests are first. What bitches. Most of these little girls are going to grow up and become most of the ignorant teens I can't stand today. Hah, this hasn't been the greatest week. Compaired to others.

I'm making myself sick. I'm making myself sorry and sad.

Everythings the same.
I'm waiting for change. And thats not the right way to go about things.

Who am I?
Why am I so interesting?
Why are you even my friend?
What makes me appealing to this world, to human kind?

How did I get such a great friend like you?

You are more then I could ever be.
Friend doesn't even seem like the right word.
It's not even strong enough.

I miss unnatural hair

2007-01-18T23:14:12Z

I miss my fun hair.
My brown hair is so dull.
Eck. It doesn't match my tye-dye

Them Bones

2007-01-17T01:45:20Z

I died this weekend.
After my wonderful adventure that carried its way from friday night to saturday morning.
Basically.
It consisted of sushi, funny italians, madi's front porch, a discombobulating search for firewood, a church parking lot, the burning of a sheet a shelf boxes and fritos. Finally, we remember that Walmart has the right supplies that can become our fire. We steamed, drank, and got soaked from the rain the entire night.

I got home and slept untill six p.m.

I've thought of theories, but I have forgotten them because of the time.

This is a One for One world.