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I dont know i just met thid guy and i feel the need to talk about him every second of the day. Obviously its getting pretty old to everyone around me and i still can't help myself. Im not really looking for anysort of reply (if i am ill usually say) I just need somewhere to spill my over analyzing obsessive guts. But not right now because I really need to work on this project for my drawing class ive been neglecting for the past hour. PS His name is Gregorio and hes absolutly the sweetest most gorgious guy ive ever met. I cant believe he's real and he choose me of all girls.
i thought some of you might be instrested in ringtones from epitaph bands for your cell phone. i saw an ad for this a few days ago. "It works with most ATT, Cingular, and Tmobile service. Standard text messaging rates apply." all you have to do is send a text message to 73804 with the word "EPITAPH". i got a Time Bomb-Rancid and For Boston-Dropkick Murphys tone! they have a whole bunch of other bands too, you should check it out!
Nostalgia is the most depressing thing anyone can go through. In my opinion in any case. The knowledge that something amazing has come and gone, and you will never experience the same thing again. Ever. Is it even possible to be nostalgic about something that happened less than a week ago? I guess because it's in the past, one can. But apparently my ability to live in the present is not very good. I either live in the past or in the future, what I hope will happen, and what had happened. Right now, i am most definitely living in the past.
Memories with you in this past month that I shall never forget:
*Being led straight into the wall in your pitch black corridor. *Watching Star Trek, and listening to 'highly illogical.' * You in your suit at the concert in Brescia, looking every ounce the diplomats daughter that you are. * "Granny-walking" down the mountain in St. Christina while trying to remember the Requiem. * Walking around Altenmarkt that night after the concert, not really knowing where we are going, but walking nonetheless, having interesting conversations. * Sitting by the fountain in Altenmarkt at 2am, listening to you reciting "Darkling" and Dorothy Parker. * The gondola ride in Venezia, and our black lace parasols. * Tearing around Salzburg in the rain, seeing Mozarts birthplace together, and taking the photograph. * Time spent at the internet cafe' in Bremen... * Walking to and fro the hotel in Bremen to the Cafeteria, living on junk food * Stuffing you full of pills at the hotel that night, because you *were* getting sick. *mock glare* *coughwhoringthepornchannels* and watching CNN. * Your enthusiasm about the african repertoire and your insistence on getting the little sticker-thingys after each performance. * Only getting 2nd in the olympics, and realising that you really are there for me. * Our impromptu stage performance in the deserted mall after celebrations...and walking around Bremen looking for a place that will serve us (not you ^^) booze. * Your groupie-isms, organisation, bossiness and mad-scientist hair. * Sitting on the bridge in Dusseldorf at midnight, under the shadow of the ferris-wheel, singing Belinda Carlisle, Tori Amos and Tuba Mirum. * Watching Amadeus and supressing squeals because of the obvious canon. * Being content to simply sit next to you at the computer while you did your art. * Being lectured about my inefficiency. * Trudging around Roma, trying to find out where the hell we are. ;) * Riding on the little train thingy, and your 'daunty' hat. :p * Sitting on the balcony at the residence. * You squishing my face on the train on the way back to Milano. * Walking to and spending time at Jess' place, and your obsession with Milly. * Having lunch at the restaurant at the Duomo, the day of my departure. * The ride to the airport, listening to you and your dad talking. * Watching your face dissapear as I went down the escalator at the airport, and crying because I would not see you again.
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All these things I will always remember. They are all so extremely precious to me, and having you as my friend is more than I will ever ask for again. All I want is for us to be friends. I want to continue knowing you, even though this has ended. You are so incredibly special to me, and I hope that we will never drift apart. Thank you for the most amazing holiday I have ever had.
for one chance one kiss one taste of you my magdalena my black madonna
This distance This disillusion I cling to memories While falling Sleep brings release And the hope of a new day Waking the misery Of being without you
Surrender I give in Another moment is another eternity
Seek me for comfort Call me for solace I'll be waiting For the end of my broken heart Completion I'll be waiting For the end of my broken heart
You know me You know me all to well My only desire Is to bridge our division
In sorrow I speak your name And my voice mirrors..mirrors my torment
Am I breathing? My strength fails me Your picture A bitter memory
I try to get over her everyday...but I always go back to feeling love for her......Why? just why? its not like she has any of thos e feelings for me... Even though I didnt see the ones she Likes worried over things...though they were exaggerated by some1...lol...but I was willing to rush over there...drop everything I was doing....
I care about how she feels and Nothing good happens to me...
okay, so i joined the community under my lj xkillax, and then my mom discovered it and destroyed it, so now i am on this newly created lj, and i am re-joining this community. anywho, brody snuck over to my house the other night, bad move. his parents caught him. and now he is in trouble. he is so stupid. they were fighting, him and his parents, and he yells out that he smokes pot, great move, they called my mom after searching his entire room and reading a very sexually detailed note i had written to him earlier in the year, and told her about brody and the drugs and our sex and all that jazz, and then, brodys dad goes into the computer, and looks through brodys stuff and finds my lj, and sends an email of a link to my mother who then read it and almost killed me. now brodys parents dont want him to see me anymore, but fuck that, ill kill them. he is mine and they cant take him away from me.
the_lj_revival community has been set up with that aim in mind, and you are invited to join it. If you are already on LiveJournal and still have a Facebook profile, and would like to see more people returning to LJ or setting up accounts here, we invite you to post a link to this community on your Facebook Timeline. If you would like to find out who is still using LiveJournal and make contact with those who are already here, you are invited to copy and paste the 'about me' questions on the profile page and post them with your answers to the community.
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