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May. 11th, 2010

Come out Angels
Come out Ghosts
Come out Darkness
Bring everyone you know

I'm not running
I'm not scared
I am waiting and well prepared

I'm in the war of my life
At the door of my life
Out of Time and there's no where to run away

I've got a hammer
And a heart of glass
I got to know right now
Which walls to smash

I got a pocket
Got no pill
If fear hasn't killed me yet
Than nothing will

All the suffering
And all the pain
Never liked to label

I'm in the war of my life
At the door of my life
Out of time and there's nowhere to run

I'm in the war of my life
At the core of my life
I've got no choice but to fight 'til it's done

No more suffering
No more pain
Never again

I'm in the war of my life
At the door of my life
Out of time and there's no where to run

I'm in the war of my life
I'm at the core of my life
Got no choice but to fight 'til it's done
So Fight on, fight on everyone, so fight on
Got no choice but to fight 'til it's done

I'm in the war of my life
I'm at the core of my life
I've got no choice but to fight 'til it's done
“Ninety-nine percent of the world’s lovers are not with their first choice. That’s what makes the jukebox play.”
Willie Nelson

Aug. 22nd, 2009

i miss marching band already.
as each day of summer melts into the next, i am realizing more and more that my time at EMU is dwindling. i got a letter in the mail today about a student teacher meeting...i didn't even read it all the way through.
k michael called. life is odd.
i don't have a plan and i'm okay w/that.
no one else is, though.
life is too rocky and unpredictable. i'm going to let reality be reality and everyone can just chill out.
i'll get a job somewhere and get married one day and maybe pop out a few kids. but i'm still a kid myself and i don't know what's happening tomorrow.

i'm annoyed.

May. 29th, 2009

my house is about to explode.
as well as my stomach.
i still need a haircut. i still need to practice. i still need to figure out how to do math. but i wore my frienship bracelets today.

it is what is is.

better put 'em in quotations

well sam, i was going to do your ten minute free write, but i'm too scared. i'm afraid of what my fingers might type out.

it is very much summer these past couple of days. i have aquired my first layer of sunburn whilst having a yard sale. i drive with the windows down and get stuck at every red light. corn on the cob. palm almer. too much coffee, not enough flute playing. day camp planning. procrastinating and sleeping too little. i miss ypsilanti. i miss playing duets.

i need to make some changes, but i don't think i want to. i don't want anything to be different. i miss it already and it's not even gone yet. i'm afraid that it will become less and less and then one day all i will have left is a tube of chapstick. is that the way it has to be? maybe i'm being selfish. it's easier to pretend everything is okay.

i need to turn in my student teaching application. life needs to slow down.

May. 6th, 2009

even after, what is it? four years now? my heart sank to my ankles. i still think of you from time to time, too.

Apr. 23rd, 2009

you know it's going to be a good day when your car has "got balls?" a hamburger bun, and some green tea on the window. mother fuckers, it's on.

i've never been a moral man

i am really proud of all my friends. with all these recitals as of late, i feel like a proud mother. everyone has grown so much as people and musicians in the past four years. i think i am starting to have seperation anxiety. but i am going in the water tower tomorrow and my birthday is in 10 days and i am terrible at the bassoon.

sometimes i feel like i'm lying to myself. i didn't go to church today. i also believe that eyes are windows to the soul. i hope we have chinning wars 30 years from now.

i'm going to go call my mom and play at another recital. go green, go white.