my back and lungs hurt,
im finding college hard,
that's about it.
i love her.
Friday, 12 November 2010
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
Tuesday, 14 September 2010
i really like college :)
its so much better than school
but it's surreal in a way...
it still doesn't feel like I'm actually there for real
i still have a random feeling in the back of my head that I'll just have to go back to school again...
its weird :P
the time table is awesome because it works perfectly around the days i see amy and everything :)
i think monday and fridays are the only sort of bad days because im there untill 5 =/
but i have tuesdays off, one lesson on Wednesday and i finish at 2:30 on a thursday :)
i think im gonna like this :)
its so much better than school
but it's surreal in a way...
it still doesn't feel like I'm actually there for real
i still have a random feeling in the back of my head that I'll just have to go back to school again...
its weird :P
the time table is awesome because it works perfectly around the days i see amy and everything :)
i think monday and fridays are the only sort of bad days because im there untill 5 =/
but i have tuesdays off, one lesson on Wednesday and i finish at 2:30 on a thursday :)
i think im gonna like this :)
Monday, 13 September 2010
Tuesday, 7 September 2010
Sunday, 5 September 2010
i love that feeling of nostalgia :)
i keep getting it recently...
all of them reminding me of the times when me and amy first started going out ♥
i'm looking forward to winter for that reason alone :)
because some of the best time were simply sitting on a bench in a park hugging each other to stop ourselves from freezing ♥
i keep getting it recently...
all of them reminding me of the times when me and amy first started going out ♥
i'm looking forward to winter for that reason alone :)
because some of the best time were simply sitting on a bench in a park hugging each other to stop ourselves from freezing ♥
Sunday, 29 August 2010
Saturday, 28 August 2010
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
Monday, 9 August 2010
im not going to post an inspirational speech from someone who's changed the world
instead im going to post the ramblings of a completely insane man...
Their sneakin' in the county jail, lookin' under the door, to see if the man is there, sneakin' like little children out of town, heh heh heh, sneakin all around the courthouse, sneakin' in out of the ventilators sneakin' everywhere, everything is sneaky up around sneakyville, heh heh heh heh.
Everything that we have to do to get to the truth has to be sneaky, it seems a shame to sneak to get to the truth, to make the trust such a dirty old nasty thing, you gotta' sneak to get to the truth, the truth is condemmed, the truth is in the gas chamber, the truth has been in your stock yards, your slaughter-houses, the truth has been in your resivations, buildin' your railroads, emptying your garbage, the truth is in your ghettos, and your jails, and young love, not in your courts and your congress where the old set judgment on the young.
what the hell do the old know about the young? They put a picture of old goerge on the dollar and tell ya' that he's your father, worship him.
Look at the madness that goes on, you can't proove anything that happened yesterday, now is the only thing that's real, you can try to proove that columbus sailed on an ocean but it's not the same ocean, it's a different ocean, it's a different world.
Everyday, every reality is a new reality, every new reality is a, is a new horizion, a brand new expireince of living.
i got a note last night from a freind of mine, he writes in the note he's afraid what he might have to do in order to save his reality, as i saved mine.
You can't proove anything, theres nothing to proove, every man judges himself, he knows what he is, you know what you are, as i know what i am, we all know what we are.
Nobody can stand in judgment, they can play like they're standing in judgment, they can play like they're standing in judgment and take you off and control the masses, with your human body, and they can lock you up in penitentiaries and cages and put you on crosses as they did in the past, but it doesn't amount to anything, what they're doing is, they're only persecuting a reflection of themselves, they're persecuting what they can't stand to look at in themselves, the truth, they can't stand to look at the truth in themselves, they persecute themselves, they're butchering themselves evertime they go on the freeway, they hate themselves.
Look at the signs, stop, go, turn here, turn there, you can't do this, you can't do that, you can't you can't you can't, this illeagal, that is illeagal, everything's illeagal.
The police used to watch over the people, now they're watching the people, the president doesn't represent the people, he should be on the roadside picking up his children, but he isn't, he's in the whitehouse sending them off to war, and you're saying i have to pay for this again, and again and again, ive gotta' pay for your sins, how many times have i got to pay for your sins? im getting tired, im getting tired!
The people you call my family, were people you didnt want, children that were along side the road that there parents had kicked out, so i took em' to my garbage dump and fed em' and taught em' in love there is no wrong, everything they've done, they've done for love of brother.
- charlse manson
instead im going to post the ramblings of a completely insane man...
Their sneakin' in the county jail, lookin' under the door, to see if the man is there, sneakin' like little children out of town, heh heh heh, sneakin all around the courthouse, sneakin' in out of the ventilators sneakin' everywhere, everything is sneaky up around sneakyville, heh heh heh heh.
Everything that we have to do to get to the truth has to be sneaky, it seems a shame to sneak to get to the truth, to make the trust such a dirty old nasty thing, you gotta' sneak to get to the truth, the truth is condemmed, the truth is in the gas chamber, the truth has been in your stock yards, your slaughter-houses, the truth has been in your resivations, buildin' your railroads, emptying your garbage, the truth is in your ghettos, and your jails, and young love, not in your courts and your congress where the old set judgment on the young.
what the hell do the old know about the young? They put a picture of old goerge on the dollar and tell ya' that he's your father, worship him.
Look at the madness that goes on, you can't proove anything that happened yesterday, now is the only thing that's real, you can try to proove that columbus sailed on an ocean but it's not the same ocean, it's a different ocean, it's a different world.
Everyday, every reality is a new reality, every new reality is a, is a new horizion, a brand new expireince of living.
i got a note last night from a freind of mine, he writes in the note he's afraid what he might have to do in order to save his reality, as i saved mine.
You can't proove anything, theres nothing to proove, every man judges himself, he knows what he is, you know what you are, as i know what i am, we all know what we are.
Nobody can stand in judgment, they can play like they're standing in judgment, they can play like they're standing in judgment and take you off and control the masses, with your human body, and they can lock you up in penitentiaries and cages and put you on crosses as they did in the past, but it doesn't amount to anything, what they're doing is, they're only persecuting a reflection of themselves, they're persecuting what they can't stand to look at in themselves, the truth, they can't stand to look at the truth in themselves, they persecute themselves, they're butchering themselves evertime they go on the freeway, they hate themselves.
Look at the signs, stop, go, turn here, turn there, you can't do this, you can't do that, you can't you can't you can't, this illeagal, that is illeagal, everything's illeagal.
The police used to watch over the people, now they're watching the people, the president doesn't represent the people, he should be on the roadside picking up his children, but he isn't, he's in the whitehouse sending them off to war, and you're saying i have to pay for this again, and again and again, ive gotta' pay for your sins, how many times have i got to pay for your sins? im getting tired, im getting tired!
The people you call my family, were people you didnt want, children that were along side the road that there parents had kicked out, so i took em' to my garbage dump and fed em' and taught em' in love there is no wrong, everything they've done, they've done for love of brother.
- charlse manson
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