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[Jul. 1st, 2007|12:37 pm] |
I think it's time to stick a fork in this one
new lj. Basically totally public. |
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[Oct. 15th, 2006|10:32 pm] |
this was it
I fell in love again
all things go, all things go
drove to Chicago
all things know, all things know
we sold our clothes to the state
I don't mind, I don't mind
I made a lot of mistakes
in my mind, in my mind
you came to take us
all things go, all things go
to recreate us
all things grow, all things grow
we had our mindset
all things know, all things know
you had to find it
all things go, all things go
I drove to New York
in the van, with my friend
we slept in parking lots
I don't mind, I don't mind
I was in love with the place
in my mind, in my mind
I made a lot of mistakes
in my mind, in my mind
you came to take us
all things go, all things go
to recreate us
all things grow, all things grow
we had our mindset
all things know, all things know
you had to find it
all things go, all things go
if I was crying
in the van, with my friend
it was for freedom
from myself and from the land
I made a lot of mistakes
I made a lot of mistakes
I made a lot of mistakes
I made a lot of mistakes
you came to take us
all things go, all things go
to recreate us
all things grow, all things grow
we had our mindset
all things know, all things know
you had to find it
all things go, all things go
you came to take us
all things go, all things go
to recreate us
all things grow, all things grow
we had our mindset
(I made a lot of mistakes)
all things know, all things know
(I made a lot of mistakes)
you had to find it
(I made a lot of mistakes)
all things go, all things go
(I made a lot of mistakes) |
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[Aug. 10th, 2006|07:28 pm] |
I think I'm one of the fw people in this world that doesn't like Rilo Kiley, but I found these lyrics just by themselves and I like them a lot
A Better Son/Daughter
Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move
Awake but cannot open my eyes
And the weight is crashing down on my lungs, I know I can't breath
And hope someone will save me this time
And your mother's still calling you insane and high
Swearing it's different this time
And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her
And that God never blessed her insides
Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting
Things and crawl back into bed to dream of a time
When your heart was open wide and you loved things just because
Like the sick and the dying
And sometimes when you're on, you're really fukking on
And your friends they sing along and they love you
But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fukking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence
But you'll fight and you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to and you'll show up to work with a smile
You'll be better and you'll be smarter and more grown up
And a better daughter or son and a real good friend
And you'll be awake, you'll be alert, you'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
You'll be a real good listener, you'll be honest, you'll be brave
You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful
You'll be happy
Your ship may be coming in
You're weak, but not giving in
To the cries and the wails of the valley below
And your ship may be coming in
You're weak, but not giving in
And you'll fight it, you'll go out fighting all of them |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2006|12:31 am] |
[I] packed by bag last night, preflight
Zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high
As a kite by then
I miss the earth so much
I miss my life
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no...
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place
To raise your kids
In fact, it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them
If you did
And all this science
I don't understand
It's just my job
Five days a week
A Rocket Man
Rocket Man
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no...
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no...
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
Long, long, time
Long, long, time
Ah, no, no, no...
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...
Changes made by me. And I'm back from Nicaragua... and not early, on time. |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2005|08:07 pm] |
I always wonder about my grandfather, my zeide. It comes up once in awhile, yesterday someone mentioned joe coulson was from detroit and my mom said "he must know highland appliance!"
Highland appliance was my zeide's company. Highland appliance is the reason i live in a nice house in the city, go to private schools, and live the very comfortable life i do.It started from one store and became a chain. It was as big as circuit city in the midwest.
My zeide lived the american dream. Immigrant parents, never finished college, married my baba when he was eighteen, and ended up being an incredibly successful man. Worked hard, and then he and his children profited.
My mom tells me at his funeral, at least ten people came up to her and said "I just lost my best friend." Ten people! He was incredibly nice and generous...and i only have about two memories of him. One of him playing gin rummy with me, and just the image of him walking in at pesach, wearing his sweater.
He was very generous, in fact all of my mondry realatives are. They give and give, my parents as well.
I just wish I knew him better. Wish I had spent more time with him. I guess that's what my fascination with him starts, how I try to find highland appliance signs, and google him all the time. I know he had depression, like me. Helps, because he was so loved, and yet ws still depressed
If I am half the person he was half as loved, ill consider myself very lucky |
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[Oct. 20th, 2005|06:09 pm] |
I would do the usual Yom Kippur thing, and forgive everyone...but I don't really have anyone to forgive.
so thanks again (yeah, i say this alot) for being the amazing people you are...and being my friends, I value each and every one of you, so much more than you know.
And for the news thats going keep me in good spirits for the next couple of weeks....I got into Amigos!!!!!! Its just pending on a evaluation from my psych, but i think that will go well. Yippeee! |
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[Oct. 1st, 2005|12:50 pm] |
This sounds like how i've been feeling for the last two years ( Read more... )
for those who are lazy and or bored, its just some stuff about chronic fatigue syndrome...which after searching on web md after being like "there is something wrong with me" I found this |
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[Sep. 27th, 2005|09:39 pm] |
My mood went from somber to serne...which was nice
Doing more things that make me happy...emailing angie and michal, listening to good music, long lunches outside, reading.
Friends have changed...but que sera sera.
I'm pretty happy now...peaceful, content. My life isn't perfect right now...but its nice. |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2005|08:03 pm] |
kind of drained...done w/ hwk due to tommorow...but i knoiw i have a metric ton this weekend.
mentally and physically tired...just worn out.
I want that tattoo right now...damn me having to wait like two years.
I miss my peripheral people...but now like everyone is becomming peripheral ie disaperring. And I don't like it. Not one itsy bitsy bit.
Thinking of memories from the trip...made me cry both because i was laughing so hard and also because i wish i was still there.
CSI tonight...goody goody gumdrops, holy shit batman sawheet.
All right, done tonight |
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