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[22 Oct 2007|04:09am] |
ive made some revelations....
im going back to school next year and getting my degree finished.
im done feeling un-ambitious and un-fulfilled.
im done caring what anyone else thinks of me and my life i live.
im going to live the way my grandfather would want me to.
im gonna be the same proud person i always have been.
but its time i get life right in my eyes.
"When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child,
but when I became a man, I put away childish things."
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[18 Sep 2007|12:17am] |
another year older, but i feel the same.
at least my insurance goes down next year.
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[18 Jul 2007|01:11pm] |
oh yea. i still have one of these things. haha.
my back hurts.
life is ok.
beer is delicious.
thats all.
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[24 Jun 2007|05:20pm] |
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at 4:10pm i lost one of my grandmothers to cancer. im not in shock. im not in tears. it just sucks having family fade away. family is all you have. and i include close friends, real friends in that. cherish what time you have. and avoid the petty stuff. cause in the end, no matter what, we only leave with memories. alone.
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[17 May 2007|01:55am] |
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Ma nishtanah halailah hazeh mikol haleilot?
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[02 Apr 2007|05:44am] |
i think im gonna start actually writing in this thing again.
everything is same as always.
we are playing friday as a reunion to help vlad stay outta jail.
life is passing me by. i need to play some catch up if the world i want is gonna work out the way i though
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[03 Mar 2007|11:30pm] |
i never post in this thing anymore.
and i started it like forever ago.
lifes the same.
no job.
becoming a cop.
no more road trips. no more tours.
i hate fitting into the "norm"
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[31 Dec 2006|01:37pm] |
so randomly the dydi ep just came on my itunes.
i miss playing in a band.
and i actually miss playing with those guys.
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[03 Dec 2006|04:56pm] |
1st gift just received.
and
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[22 Nov 2006|01:06am] |
death cab for cutie is amazing live.
thats all.
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[12 Oct 2006|06:07am] |
i dont like anyone.
i simply tolerate some of you.
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[11 Oct 2006|04:58am] |
new song. havent written anything in a while....
"Forgotten to Reborn"
we've slowly became the forgotten
the days are fading, with our age
a new day a new dawn a new chance
to relive this, to make this right...again.
we lost what fills the void
now there's no looking back
the love, the friendship, the lives
what made us risk this all
what made this become what we've lost
so many changes
so many ways we said goodbye
they cant amount to anything
the words have left as swift as the wind.
and now its time for a grave change
in our actions before time slips away
we can't give up we can't give in
now's the time now's are chance
to stand up to fight back
to take. back. what. is. ours.
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[25 Sep 2006|05:22am] |
I'm Sick of Smiling
And so is my jaw
Can't you see my front is crumbling down?
I'm sick of being someone im not
Please get me out of this slump
...what the fuck is up with me lately. i need to fucking get back into the swing of things.
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[24 Sep 2006|11:38am] |
i dont think ive gotten that shit faced in a long time.
last night was awesome
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[23 Sep 2006|02:25pm] |
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sick of it all reminded me last night why i love hardcore so much.
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[21 Sep 2006|11:57pm] |
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that lonely feeling sinks in again
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[18 Sep 2006|02:32pm] |
im 23 today and it feels no different then 22.
oh the joys of getting old.
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[04 Sep 2006|05:10am] |
ive had a recurring dream for the past 5 days.
its me in the Horseshoe Casino in Vegas.
sitting at the final table of the WSOP (world series of poker).
to my left Doyle Brunson, Scotty Ngyuen, and Daniel Negranu.
to my right Phil Laak, Phil Ivey, Antonio Esfadiari.
and 1 by 1.
i take them each out.
and it comes down to the final 3.
Doyle Brunson, Phil Laak, and Me.
after about 10 minutes, i take Laak out.
and then im heads up with the legend. Doyle Brunson.
and i sit there. smiling. content that im going heads up with the man who wrote the book on poker basically.
i look down at my hand, and its the "Doyle hand". suited. 10 and 2 of hearts.
he made the hand famous by winning the WSOP with the hand 3 times.
i push all in. i have him covered by 10,000.
and he calls.
and the flop comes out, 10 - 10 - 2.
he shows me pocket 7's. nothing can help him at this point.
and he just smiles. tips his cowboy hat, shakes my hand. and walks away.
and i sit there.
and just stare at the Million Dollars i just won. i stare at the gold championship bracelet.
and then i wake up.
this dream is confusing the hell out of me.
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