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It's clear and blue as far as I can see [Jan. 25th, 2005|01:27 am]
[mood | happy]
[music |Frou Frou - Let Go]

So yea.
Nov. 7th. That was my last entry.
I almost stopped writing completely, and then it kicked in....
this urge to revisit everyone that was once a part of my life.

I didn't find anyone I knew on myspace, but oh well.

There's only one entry on my friends page.
That sucks.

I'm definitely not the first to say this, but it's pretty dead on deadjournal, eh?

So uhm. There's this revelation. There's this girl. There's the future. And there's me.

It's kind of comforting. I shouldn't feel safe, but I do.
I should be paranoid about the future, but I'm not.
I just realized I have paranoia about relationships/honesty/trust - and it has helped immensely to realize half of my worst qualities were produced by my own mind.

Was it a surprise to anyone else? It seems like old news to some people... but making me realize it was impossible for them to do.

I feel like this is part of what was hidden from me. When I smoked pot, I couldn't decipher what was wrong with me.
Now I know, and part of it was the pot.
A lot of it was what I did with my mind while on pot.

I can't believe my mind decayed as much as it did that junior/end of sophomore year in Stoughton. I miss the small town, but I don't.
I don't miss drugs. I don't miss nearly as much in that town as I would miss from this city. Albuquerque is my hometown, no matter how white I am. Stoughton felt like home because I had roots there... and the roots I kept trying to plant in ABQ kept fading away everytime I left again. So it seemed like I was never here at all.

When I came back for my senior year, everything felt like hell. I was in hell. But now that I'm an adult and have opportunity and friends, this city is fun.

My negative attitude still gets me in trouble sometimes.
My mind still does too, but I feel more comfortable knowing I can control those aspects; rather than feeling powerless to stop them when I didn't recognize I was miserable largely by my own doing.

Lastly, download the song I'm listening to. It's splendid.
I love life.
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Asking for something which cannot be given [Nov. 7th, 2004|03:39 am]
[mood | confused]
[music |Hallelujah - Martin Sexton]

I want it to stop thundering inside my head.
It always brings the rain.
Not tears, just the heaviness and sadness.
No calm before the storm... that would be too serene and comforting.
I've cried before. It doesn't get rid of the pain.
I've wished to die before, but the sun is so damn inviting.
There are beaches to relax at, people to meow with, delusions to dispel.

I can't help it. I can.
I'm found in my confusion.
Lost in every other regard.

Take it all.... take it all away.
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while my mother waters plants my father loads his gun [Oct. 1st, 2004|01:44 am]
[mood | amused]
[music |The Grudge - Live from the show I went to. Neat. Madison Wisconsin in the house.]

he says death will give us back to God
just like the setting sun

OK SO!
My monthly update. All of September went by and... yea. I guess I started writing in live journal a lot more.

It was my birthday yesterday and... 19 is crazy-go-nuts. All of a sudden you're all grown up and life makes sense! Not really but sorta. I know I am a lot more mature than I was on my 18th birthday. And I thought I was/actually was hot shit back then. Go figure.

I'm basically going to inform myself of things I must do, so please refrain from reading unless you are me, and even if you are me... think twice about it.

- Buy Colonel Claypool's Bucket of Bernie Brains tickets
- Go to that show
-Pay Daniel for rent
-Better shower sometime .. in case you forget
-Get something for Daniel for his b-day on the 4th
-Show Daniel Mudvayne, Primus, more Les Claypool, and anyone else I can think of.
- Do not procrastinate another Eng. 102 paper so that you can get an A and not a B+.
- Make others, especially one other, feel loved.
- Do my best no matter how shitty that may be.
- Earn lots and lots of money and live happily ever after.
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YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE, MY ONLY SUNSHINE [Aug. 29th, 2004|11:11 pm]
[mood | anxious]
[music |The Calendar Hung Itself - Bright Eyes]

YOU MAKE ME HAPPY
OH WHEN SKIES ARE GRAY AND GRAY AND GRAY!!!!

I shouldn't have to belittle myself. I'll leave it to others and keep rebuilding afterwards.
I just don't understand why I am not capable of human manipulation. I would rather give and get back. Start something fruitful. This tendency we have created of using each other to whatever full value they are at the time and then moving on is not right.

I despise it. I hate how cliche we can be on the minute, every hour, on certain days of the week.

So I want to find people that feel the same... but I think they are few and far between.

But I love them... why do I love them?
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Well Harold he's a friendly guy [Aug. 15th, 2004|01:01 am]
Because my last entry was obviously far too moronic and jumbled and broken-thought filled; I thought I would really make you all happy with a quiz! I didn't even waste a lot of time looking for a cool one. I read [info]hell_belle's and decided to steal it. Uhhh... SEND MORE MONEY!

If I were a month, I'd be: June
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: Wednesday. Better known as hump day.
If I were a time of day, I'd be: nighttime because I'm a night person. You're not a fucking night owl, you're a night person, douchebag.
If I were a planet, I'd be: Pluto. Or wait, is that a planet anymore?
If I were a sea animal, I'd be: A fhqwhgad.
If I were a direction, I'd be: Central? Fuck I lose again.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be: I would obviously be one of those decorative coat hangers that look like something cool. It always sucks when you have to put your coats on them and forget how cool they decoratively are.
If I were a sin, I'd be: lust? contempt?
If I were a historical figure, I'd be: Hendrix. He counts, I think. If he doesn't, I'll go with Judas. But he's biblical more than historical. Fuck me.
If I were a liquid, I'd be: Dr. Pepper
If I were a tree, I'd be: even sadder when fall comes.
If I were a clothing accessory, I'd be: one of those snap on bracelets.
If I were a bird, I'd be: totally shitting on your car and not even caring. Hey, it was my place to shit before you parked your car there.
If I were a tool, I'd be: a scale
If I were a flower/plant, I'd be: a dandilion, fuck you if you think it's a weed.
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: snowed over
If I were a mythical creature, I'd be: a Kerrek
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: a stand up bass
If I were an animal, I'd be: a turtle... I was always told
If I were a color, I'd be: blue
If I were an emotion, I'd be: regret
If I were a vegetable, I'd be: broccoli
If I were a sound, I'd be: the sound you hear in your head when you yawn. It's kind of near your brain in the back of your head and sounds kind of like wind/water/white noise. I've been told it is a sound made from your jaw moving, but only by one person so this still stands to be confirmed.
If I were an element, I'd be: Rubidium
If I were a car, I'd be: 1992 mazda MX-6
If I were a song, I'd be: Neely O'hara - Bright Eyes
If I were a movie, I'd be: Pi
If I were a book, I'd be: too many words, not enough plot
If I were a food, I'd be: double stuffed oreo
If I were a place, I'd be: under the bridge
If I were a material, I'd be: silk
If I were a taste, I'd be: chocolate
If I were a scent, I'd be: Vanilla something or other
If I were an object, I'd be: an abstract piece of art representing reason and futility
If I were a body part, I'd be: a right kneecap
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: "what the fuck were you thinking"
If I were a subject in school, I'd be: philosophy
If I were a shape, I'd be a: dodecahedron
If I were a number, I'd be: 13
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Silver turned to Gold ... that kind of gold that washes off [Aug. 13th, 2004|09:10 pm]
[mood |offering no consolation -zany]
[music |Everything I Touch - Stabbing Westward]

it's so beautiful sometimes it hurts
I don't understand how life does that... but it's mildly frequent.


I'm not at all who I dream of being.
I have significant doubt that I ever will.

I don't need that sappy "if you try really hard it could happen" shit.
I need honest people. Call it like you see it and maybe find some humor in it.
Some people try to pad everything too much. I don't even know who my friends are. Or that I have any.

Judging by my "hanging out" patterns I would have to say all my friends are text messages.

Even the ones that use to e-mail have stopped.
I don't know what to do differently. I yearn for relationships that are fruitful, that exist bearing smiles and laughter. I want someone tangible to love, someone I can hug, a person so beyond what I am that I am unconsciously compelled to them and their over-whelming ability to make the world the thing it is in story books.
No fairy tales here... just brilliant kindness and joy. I mean, someone has to have it, right?
I know they share it. Because that's the only way to maintain it.
Eventually we give too much and have to wait for another muse to remind us of the way it should be.

Well, I don't know how it was for you. I never really have.
I'd ask you to describe, but I might get jealous.

I'll know someday. .............


There's something comforting to me about posting once, then never being heard from again. I imagine it would be a bitch to anyone who had friended you, but the idea of just getting everything out and then disappearing from the view of anyone who heard/understood those thoughts.

I would be like a dream, but one you couldn't remember. Subconsciously, it changed you. It shook the very foundation upon which you base your life around. You would wake up immersed in thought and trying desperately to dig out the message and meaning from your brain.

When no unclouded memory returned from your searches... you will be distraught. A little disheartened.

But you are not the same. And you are no longer as able to apply yourself to being uninterruptedly bound to what you use to know of living.
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Now that I'm here [Jul. 28th, 2004|12:58 am]
[mood | depressed]
[music |Poe - If You Were Here]

So, new music. Tons of it.
Yet right now... I am encompassed by this ghost of myself.
He is everything I could never be. He is proper where I am outrageous.
He smiles to himself while I put myself into this emotional epitome of emptiness.

Every slip up, every typo, every mistake I've ever made.
They hurt him.... but he forgot and learned from them.
I am haunted by them, I remember when I wronged everyone.
I remember when you called me out for it.

Through the manipulation, the failed attempts at such... I crowned myself the king of desolate hypocritical unkindness.


I remember when I tried to reach through the shit to find some sturdy ground, and was surprised when none was found.

You eventually got sick of my searches... the awful smell they procured... the fact that eventually my manipulation backfired so that my own name was interchangeable with the ground I dug through...

K-y-l-e = s-h-i-t

I have always wanted to apologize to all the people I knew in Wisconsin.
All of them. Her included. I never meant to be the burden I was.
I ... never knew myself. I never knew any of you.

I don't know what saying it to myself does, but ...
I hope you all the best.
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I don't know how else to spell it out [Jun. 7th, 2004|12:53 am]
[mood |better off dead]
[music |One foot in front of the other - bright eyes]

I don't want to feel this way anymore.

I want to feel like I belong anywhere, to anyone, with anyone, with anything.
I don't know what to do with silence and emptiness.
I'm going to start reading. And once I start, I'm not going to stop until I have an aneurysm from all the words slurring into a jumble of jargon.

Kill me now. Let me die. Please.
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just some lie they slept beside [May. 11th, 2004|01:18 am]
[mood | blank]
[music |Radiohead - Worrywort]

I don't know what's important anymore.
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chewing on my left brain [Apr. 24th, 2004|10:03 pm]
[mood | calm]
[music |Bright Eyes - Motion Sickness]

Is it so hard to believe that constant attempts to find happiness for yourself are un-fulfilling?

Perhaps the reason so many feel so empty is because they've never given themselves/found for themselves a way to give that happiness to others.

Because when others do good things for us, something inside makes us want to return the favor, sometimes in a greater degree, and that cycle is beautiful and wonderful.

Fake it off .. break it off.. make it come off.
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Your constant need for proof [Mar. 22nd, 2004|04:48 pm]
[mood | relaxed]
[music |After Hours - The Velvet Underground]

At what point does the silence from no one being around become more comforting than the reassurance of a friend?
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This is the only time I really feel alive [Mar. 16th, 2004|04:31 pm]
[mood | aggravated]
[music |L.S.D. [World Sheet of Closed String Mix] - Ott]

babble babble babble babble, more stupid thoughts, babble. )
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psycho babble with no relevance to any of today's "pressing issues" [Mar. 12th, 2004|11:09 pm]
Just give me some poison wine in exchange for this water.
It is all I have, all I can give up: my life and one of its life giving substances.

I would trade anything, anything for a taste of what lies beyond.
Show me heaven and how to be holy and righteous.
Let me transcend into the beauty of untouchable existence.
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I found out I was guilty [Feb. 11th, 2004|04:19 pm]
[mood |Back in school, I am the leader]
[music |Pink Maggit - Deftones]

I will wake up anyday now.

I feel more like myself now, but still not whole.
I don't know what I have to do to reach that goal.
Wholeness sounds so serene and surreal at this point.

Somewhere between now and then there is life, death and a lapse of time great enough to lose or find myself within.



DisorderRating
Paranoid:High
Schizoid:High
Schizotypal:Very High
Antisocial:Moderate
Borderline:Very High
Histrionic:High
Narcissistic:Moderate
Avoidant:Very High
Dependent:High
Obsessive-Compulsive:Moderate

-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

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Promises mean nothing to me anymore [Jan. 27th, 2004|06:18 pm]
[mood |incoherent stabbing westward]
[music |take a guess.]

I don't like denying .. I get this way when I try to get over you.

I only end up hating myself more...

And as my hatred grows, so do the lies. It's hard to face the truth sometimes.

God I FEEL SO USELESS!
God I hate myself, when I try to get over you.

So why do I feel desperate now?
And why do I feel let down?
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I have to be going Ethel. [Jan. 18th, 2004|01:11 pm]
[mood |random]
[music |That's My Boy - VAST]

I have some important lines to stand in. )
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[Jan. 11th, 2004|08:32 pm]
I just don't feel like waking up anymore.

Please let me sleep forever.
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Never quite figured out how to deal with what life had dealt [Jan. 6th, 2004|04:10 pm]
My heart feels so heavy.

It's nothing new. It just ... seems more visible to any and all, than ever before.
Perhaps it is just so much more of a burden now, with another year of memories to weigh it down. 18 years of living, that rather than warming my reception of your arrival, have caused me to play dead and hope you keep on going to your final destination.

I mean that's all I have been for anyone in my life... a stepping stone, a temporary stop along the way to somewhere else.

OK enough dwelling on what used to be.


As for my usual rip between desire and reality, the differential seems vaster; that is, my living in my own world seems to take up more time than living in this one.

To further separate this great divide, I feel torn between my different desires as well.

For instance today, I was bold enough to IM an old friend from Wisconsin.
Nothing major... but it contradicts a general policy I have constructed, which is to avoid most "small talk" conversations as they are usually only bothersome to the other person.


Much like I try to save writing in journals for when my heart calls out... rather than writing every time I feel so inclined as to waste my time through writing.

Which is all it ever feels like when I am done.
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a life worth more than pocket lint [Dec. 18th, 2003|04:24 pm]
[mood | accomplished]
[music |Queens of the Stone Age - Song for the Dead]

So, it is official.

I am free and clear of the state of Wisconsin's false charges/accusations.
It just feels good to not have to deal with any of that (that=legal shit) anymore.

I wish I had something important to say, but you know what all the songs are about anymore... "It's all been said, done, and acted out better than you ever could".

So just keep on walking and working toward your goals. That's all that's going to keep you happy anyway, success.

Not a boyfriend/girlfriend, not drugs, not even a pat on the back.

Because there were days where those things were all I needed.
And now, fuck them. (there I go again... fuck everything)
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moving away... only to come back again [Dec. 13th, 2003|12:21 am]
[mood |foresight blinded]
[music |Team Sleep - King Diamond]

I'm flying away on an airplane.
Either my past will be put behind me...
or it will be put on the table again.

They'll smile as they tell me to eat up, as I have many generous portions of their power trip and contempt for my sanity and/or happiness to choke down.

I'm just praying for once, someone will see things my way.
Because I didn't fuck up, they did. Fuck them. Fuck you institutions.
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