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Name: Culley Country: United States State: Georgia Metro: Atlanta Birthday: 1/6/1990 Gender: Male
Interests: girls
the stage
Making friends
hanging out
playing my ukulele
watching movies
girls Expertise: Flirting, and playing my uke, and trumpet, and riding my bike every-where, and drawing Occupation: Student Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me AIM: figway
Member Since:
4/24/2004
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| ThemesYou want to know something funny? when I started this about 5 years ago, I never realized it would really matter to me. Now, so many years later, I find that through it, I've had one recurring theme: Katie Hites. I used to write poems about her, I spent all my time trying to date her, then date her again. I'm finally with her, and I think that despite how ridiculous it seems, I love her, and now that I'm living so far away, the only thing I can think of is her, and that trend hasn't changed. For the the first time in a long while, and now for the last time in a long while, I'm publishing one last passage of my life, and it's bookmarked with this theme: I love Katie Hites. If I can, I would be with her throughout highschool, college, and even our careers in the future, retirement too. who knows what the future holds?
-Culley Horne
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| you've all heard it, it's the craze that's sweeping the nation, Those two words that are cause of jollification, although they've been said many times, many ways, to kids from 1-92 on that, most looked forward to, day of all days, Around the tree in the garnd hotel, and the one in the park as well. Those words that inspire the silent night, holy night, when, baby, it's cold outside, and reindeers take flight. With trains and wistles and little toy drums, b-r-r-rump bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum. Those words that make visions sugar plums dance in wee kid's head, And when i saw mommy kissing santa clause after i went to bed. The words that make Rodalph join in all the raindeer games And are different in spirit, yet all sound the same. When Chestnuts roast by the fires, and three ghosts visit old misers. The words that aren't HO HO HO, or "To all a goodnight," but the words that echo through the streets at twilight. When kids scare over the naughty and nice lists, It's then that people he those wrods:
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
(or if your english, "Happy Christmas")
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| Hey guys,
I WAS DISCOVERED!
I was sitting in Borders talking with Susen, Amy and gretchen about existentialism, and this guy comes up to me and says "Hey, I'm with a web desigining team and i really like the look you got going on here with the hair and all, so can i have your e-mail to get in touch with you about some modeling or something?"
I'm going to be a model! haha.
anyway, Lifes Great! Hows yours?
I'm currently taking Drivers Ed at Taggerts driving school...it's fun...boring, but fun. If anyone wants to do lunch sometime between 1:15 and 2, let me know.
ok, Feliz Navadad!
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| Hola Muchachos.
How is everyone?
Life here is...life. there isn't anything to complain about, yet nothing to celebrate. c'est la vie.
I have finals till friday, and then Pole vault training with Chase during the break (we're talking intense, Eye-of-the-tiger, Sylvester Stalon workouts), and hanging out with my buddies (Call to Join now!). I've got nothing to really report, except to wish everyone good luck on finals, and i'll hopefully see you sometime.
If i don't catch you till Christmas, Have a Merry one.
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| I know somehow i must make it, I don't know how i let you break it.
Can't you feel? how deep inside, I collected the tears you never cried.
Don't you see? It hurts when you say hello. Don't you hear? I'm weeping inside so far below You may think i'm a broken heart that's venting, Don't you see? i'm a simple heart that's mending Presenting a smile when it's all just for show.
Can't it be? you really didn't feel the same? All i earned from this is pain.
I don't regret you, blame you or shed you. But i know i'll never fall through, and feel this shame, again.
Don't you see? It hurts when you say hello. Don't you hear? I'm weeping inside so far below You may think i'm a broken heart that's venting, Don't you see? i'm a simple heart that's mending Presenting a smile when it's all just for show.
I must reverse, everything I thought I knew. Somehow it hurts, with every little thought of you.
How do i know what's bad if, It's never been worse? How do I know i'm sad, If it never once hurt?
Don't you see? It hurts when you say hello. Don't you hear? I'm weeping inside so far below You may think i'm a broken heart that's venting, Don't you see? i'm a simple heart that's mending Presenting a smile when it's all just for show.
The things that set the standards, are things pieced together from our shambles. I know it's time to cut the lanyard, It's time to retract the life i gambled. | | |
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