I GOT IN!!!
02/07/2004 06:39 p.m.
I got into Mame!. And what's better is, I got a lead!! I will be playing Ito, Mame faithful servent!! I am so happy and reassured right now. It's like, "Hey, I don't suck!!"
I am currently Awestruck

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I already knew...
02/04/2004 07:08 p.m.

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*Gasp* A Breast!!
02/04/2004 12:29 a.m.
I think people are blowing this Janet Jackson Justin Timberlake thing WAY out of proportion. Some are going as far as to call it "Pornography". Please. All you saw was two seconds of a breast with the nipple covered. I mean come on. Americans own the market on pornography in this world and they are shocked to see one breast? This would not be taboo here in Canada and certainly not in Europe.
I just don't get the big deal. I mean this was an event where you could purchase the "Lingerie Bowl" for your halftime show instead. Some are even calling this a gross invasion into peoples homes. I'm not saying it was done in good taste. All I'm saying is that it's a breast, all women have them, our western culture has dictated that they should be hidden from view. All I can say is that the europeans are probably laughing themselves silly at this.
I am currently Amazed

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Super Bore
02/02/2004 06:16 a.m.
For the first part anyway...then It turned into a hell of a game...The team I wanted to win didn't, the team I thought would win did. I hoped to be proved wrong...

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Listen To Cauterize...
01/28/2004 11:35 p.m.
This has got to be my new second favourite band. (Weezer will always have top spot.) But I mean these guys reek of awesomeness. Oh and I'm going up to Mt. Washington for two solid days od Snowboarding Awoooooo!! So Stoked!!

I am currently Stoked
I am listening to Shooting Stars by CAUTERIZE

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Jordan Spits Angst...
01/25/2004 10:20 p.m.
Uh Oh there's no major crisis in my life this time how can I write if I have no inspiration? ARGH! I just sat down and thought, "I'm going to write a poem." And I stared at the notepad for five minutes and nothing happened. After my sick poetic vomitation over the past little while I find myself museless. Scary stuff for someone whos life is usually everybody elses favourite soap opera. I just have to stop myself from creating drama to be able to write something or remind myself that things still hurt. Maybe I should dip back into memory. But even memory seems less painful when the present is A-OK. I hate not being able to write. What is my life? The heartbreak songs have left my brain...I wrote two good ones. "The Square Root Of Trust" and "Looking In" the rest have no real feasable rhythm to which I can stick guitar chords. Man, this is absolute shit! Oh and Poor Tim!! AWWWW.... He seems like Trishes type, if it wasn't for Jordan they might be a good couple. Yah, well, Jordan loves to hear this kinda stuff doesn't he. If it wasn't for me!! Yes, if it wasn't for me alot of things would be different alot of hearts wouldn't be scarred. If it wasn't for me you all wouldn't have had such great gossip to spit around and feel self-important because I have a habit of fucking evreything up. I just hate this shit sometimes. I wish I wasn't so much in the fucking limelight. Like every little thing I do gets to be analysed under the microscope so we can find all the little flaws that make up a Jordan. Fun stuff isn't it. I don't fucking think so.
I am currently Frustrated
I am listening to Too Much Agression In My Head

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Failure...
01/25/2004 07:34 p.m.


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Irresponsibility...
01/25/2004 07:30 p.m.


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Loneliness...
01/25/2004 08:19 a.m.


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"Something Beautiful"
01/14/2004 03:14 p.m.
Faded away like the color in a blue sky at the end of the day.
Night falls and the search begins for something better than this.

A scream or a cry, the truth or a lie,
I'm not sure they will save us this time.
I don't wanna be around
when it all comes down to watch something beautiful die.

You said the only way was to run away.
You're sick of me so you just can't stick around to hear me pleading
(I'm pleading).
Does it show?
I'm pathetic, I know.
I just can't stand here and watch you go.
I'm running after you (I'm running after you).

Helpless, cause my hands are tied.
Eyelids pinned back so they're open wide.
In a theatre, all alone in the front row,
to watch something beautiful die.

What happened to the things we used to do?
You said it's all the same and that you needed a change.
You left without goodbye and now I'm wondering why.
But I don't think I want to know all the things that he does better
and how the past just doesn't matter.
You left me once but this time will be the last time.

Look for the feeling that we lost.
Where did you have it last?
Maybe if we retrace our steps.
But we can't find the path that led us here to where we stand.
Face to face to watch this bitter end.
Now something beautiful is dead.


Something Beautiful by Cauterize

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