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Friday, April 28, 2006

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 15:40:40 GMT

I'm sitting here in the comnputer lab, it's 7th hour, the school day is almost done. But alas, I must go to work after this, but not just that, I must get ready for work, and I must be snappy. I have to shave and get redressed quickly. And I don't know why I'm posting this, except for the simple fact that I'm bored.

Lately, I've felt the longing to be someone's arms of comfort. I wish to hold someone. I wish to spread love, give love, have love, and be loved. Which I do, but I want that romantic kind. I want someone that I could honestly say I would fight for, climb the highest tower for, someone to be my crown, and I could be hers. I thank God that someday, I will have that, I rest assured.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 20:06:46 GMT

Something, it's always on my mind, yet I can never place my finger on it. Sometimes I wonder if I'm getting anwhere that I'd like to be. Sometimes I wonder if I'm exactly how I'd like to be, or if I should make a giant u-turn and change my life. Sometimes I wonder if I'm a good influence, or if I'm a bad one. Sometimes I wonder where I'm going, and if I'll make it there on time. Sometimes I wonder if what's right is wrong. Sometimes I wonder if I've experienced too much too soon, or if I haven't experienced enough. Enough for what, I might ask myself, but I wouldn't have an answer.

Monday, March 06, 2006

Mon, 06 Mar 2006 20:57:04 GMT

It's been a long time since I've left a post here. Many things have happened, I had a marvelous birthday, I've faced heart ache, I'm currently healing from that heart ache. I have a lot of maturing that I need to do, I've discovered exactly how immature I really am, and it scares me. I don't know anymore. I don't think there's a meaning to life. Sounds depressing, maybe, but it doesn't sadden me.

Lately originality is something that has bothered me. For some reason, everyone seems to want to be original, and it doesn't make sense to me. Why does originality matter so much? Why can't everyone be happy with who they are, it's how they are, and deep down inside, where nobody knows, it's how everybody wants it to be. Gah, baffling.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Tue, 07 Feb 2006 19:09:56 GMT

There is something I want to know, and that is everything. Mostly about the people I talk to. So if there is anything about yourself you don't mind telling me in public, tell me every bit of it, and if there's something you'd like to tell me in private, come talk to me, my AIM screenname is JoeHillLivesOn, my Yahoo is the same, and my MSN Messenger is staccato1337@hotmail.com, my most commonly checked email address is gaberielhunter@gmail.com, or you could always talk to me in person. I want to get to know everyone better, I want to know your tastes, your dreams, your goals, what you think of me, what you think of yourself, what you think about, whatever you'd like to tell me. Indulge me, I'm curious.

David, over and out.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 17:23:46 GMT

Candace brought up an interesting analogy of life. She compared it to a rollercoaster. She asked me "Don;t you just love the rollercoaster?" To that I must say, no, as a matter of fact, I hate the rollercoaster, I would prefer a nice level train ride. She also presented another question, "When does it end?" The answer to which I have found to be that it ends at death.

I hate this rollercoaster, because I know that at some point the hill must drop. And these hills are the most messed up hills I have ever seen. They're high, and yet low. I'm a happy kid, but at the moment, I am incredibly angry with the apathy I find in almost everyone. People always tell me to stop thinking so much. Well, I propose this challenge to everyone; think for once. If I did not think so much, then I would have no point in living. I think because I want to see a better life; I think because I question the world, nay, the entire reality that is presented to me; I think because I want to present people with ideas or phrases that make people think; I think because no one else does; I think because I am. If I fail to think, I fail to care, if I fail to care then there is no point.

So I propose that everyone begins to think, begins to question the truths that have been presented to you, begins to question everything. The time of change is now, let it start with you.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Tue, 31 Jan 2006 22:24:32 GMT

No more need for a shooting of me, life has taken a turn for the better. That is all.

Love you,
David, over and out

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Sun, 29 Jan 2006 02:08:55 GMT

Just shoot me, shoot me now, I'm a horse with a broken leg, a machine that's outlived it's usefullness, just end it.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Sat, 28 Jan 2006 10:18:29 GMT

Haven't posted in awhile. Tonight there's a show, and I'm playing in a band, and it's going to be amazing. That's all I've really got.

David, over and out.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Thu, 19 Jan 2006 23:37:34 GMT

"Sometimes I'm old enough to keep routines, sometimes I'm child enough to scream." - The Get Up Kids

There are times when I just want to stop for a few days, and let the world pass me by. Just get away from it all, work, school, family, even friends sometimes. It seems like this year has been the busiest year of my life. I have no time for anything, yet I do everything. I'm always on the go, doing something. I just want to slow down, life is passing me by far too quickly, and it's very irritating. I'm going to be 17 in under a month, I'll finally be able to see all the movies that I want to see without any hassle. I can't believe it's already been a year since I turned 16. It seems like I just turned 16 a few months ago, but it's been about 11 months and 2 days since I turned 16. If next year goes just as fast, I'm going to be totally lost. It makes me think about not doing extra curricular activities and just focusing on life, love, homework, and God. I really am also considering taking a whole year off from any schooling except my own self-education, and just lazying around and doing nothing.

David, over and out.

Sanctuary

Sat, 14 Jan 2006 21:31:09 GMT

There is a bell that tolls,
Sanctuary, Sanctuary
For whom does the bell toll,
Sanctuary, Sanctuary
The bell tolls, Sanctuary
For you, Sanctuary,
For me, Sanctuary,
From a life of crime, Sanctuary,
From a life of poverty, Sanctuary,
This bell tolls for Sanctuary,
Whom shall toll this bell of Sanctuary?
We shall toll the bell, Sanctuary
Sanctuary,
Sanctuary, from what?
Sanctuary from whatever you need.
Revolutionary Sanctuary,
Revolutionary Sanctuary,
The bell tolls a revolutionary sanctuary,
For me, for you, for everyone, Sanctuary
Sanctuary