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Name: Zac
Country: Burkina Faso
Birthday: 10/21/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: I love swing dancing. Especially west coast.
Expertise: guitar, swing dancing, bottle bowling, movie watching, procrastinating, and making smoothies at the Juice Stop.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  punkrockerforgod
Member Since:
10/9/2003
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http://www.xanga.com/sexonthedancefloor
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| Ch-Ch-Ch-Check it out... I'm starting a new xanga. It's Sexonthedancefloor. Time for change. | | |
| I love this song. Chris Thile is an incredible songwriter. You all should listen to this. It won't change your life but you'll love it anyways. But his song "This Is All Real" just might. Give them a listen.
-----"I'm Nowhere and You're Everything"-----
It's not yet six, the sun's not up.
And father take away this cup
Is running through my throbbing head
Because if he had, i'd be dead
Feeling like I'm feeling now
In between the skies and clouds
Where everyone's identity
Is just a picture card they need
I came from California with
An appetite for my own myths
Of music, love, and what they mean
I'm told it's borderline obscene
I tried to write this song before
but had no one to write it for
My fellow travelers vacant stares
Leave it up to you to care
I could write a song and have the Lord
put you and me in a cup he tries to pour out
Looking in at the passengers from the wing...
I'm nowhere and you're everything
You came from Illinois with
a cup of your very own to sip
Never on route for very long
Just there and doing something wrong
Or so your friends and parents said
But if you hadn't youd be dead
what you've been given doesn't scare me
All your sights and sounds prepare me
I could write a song and have the Lord
put you and me in a cup he tries to pour out
Looking in at the passengers from the wing...
I'm nowhere and you're everything
Damn this cup bring me a bowl
If I can't saturate my soul
With you and him who drank it first
and last I'm ready for the worst
It's way past two and you want me there,
well he needs me here so you'll have to share
I'm crying 'cause I'm in love with you
You're crying 'cause you have no clue | | |
| So glad finals are over. I don't want to go back to school for any more stupid classes. But of course I have to. But at least I'm taking ballet next semester, and that should be fun. Someone very close to me has renewed my drive to make it into the film industry, so I have been checking on various things that I have wanted or would need to get some of my ideas going as far as shorts go. Two things stand out; a miniDV camera (it has to be something nice, likely more than two grand) and a new Mac. The second is not absolutely required, just it would make the editing process fifty times faster and less frustrating. So that's been on my mind some recently. Not nearly as much as other things though. Nowhere near as much.
I slept pretty poorly last night. That made this morning really suck. The rest of the day was ok, but not anything near great. I wish that I could skip forward a week, just to see how much of this is resolved in that time. Because this really, really fucking sucks. But I'm going to just sit it out. | | |
| This was an interesting weekend. Friday night we had the show at Louis and Company, and it went a lot better than I though it would. It wasn't so bad after all. And then Saturday night Jaclyn and I taught the lesson again, and we taught some west coast as well. We grabbed dinner at Cactus Grill. I love that place. But then Louis' car got hit, though, and the guy that hit them ran... they couldn't get him. So that sucked a lot. Then Sunday morning we had an emergency Swingsters meeting where some stuff got sorted out and things are better now.
I emailed my dad today... I hadn't talked to him in quite a while, but as of late I've been thinking a lot about my family that I don't see at all. Jared turned ten last month, and I didn't even call him on his birthday. What kind of brother doesn't call on your birthday? Of course, my dad didn't call me on my birthday, and last year he thought that I was turning 19... I didn't have the heart to tell him he was a whole year off. But that still doesn't make it right for me to not call him or my brother on their birthdays. Maybe we'll be able to get together sometime over the break.
I love my friends. you guys rock my face off. | | |
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