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October 17th, 2002

(no subject) [Oct. 17th, 2002|12:09 am]
Sean
[Your mom ain't listening to |NIN - Something I Can Never Have]

random fact #4106: I'm too retarded to notice when a girl is interested in me. Unless she outright says she's interested in me, I don't have a clue. Even if I do have a clue, I assume I'm reading too much into it. One day I'd like a girl to come out and tell me she's interested and then proceed from there.
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(no subject) [Oct. 17th, 2002|01:08 pm]
Sean
Carmack is aiming for space.

can i mention how much i hate being at the front desk? blah...
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my body dwells amongst you, my spirit lost in the cold of space... [Oct. 17th, 2002|04:11 pm]
Sean
[Your mom ain't listening to |VNV Nation - Carbon]

Does anybody feel
the way I do?
Is there anybody out there?
Are you hearing me?

I believe in you
Will you believe in me?
Or am I alone
in this hall of dreams?

I believe in you
You believe in me
But I have no trust
in anything
Somehow I'm always
always falling over me


i think my penchant for being an audiophile started a few years ago when this damnable writer's block set in. as soon as i couldn't vacate my demons through writing, i had to find something else that expressed just the way i felt. you'd think that, since there's a finite amount of music available to any one person, you'd never be able to find a song to accurately express your inner turmoil at almost any moment in time. maybe that's contributed to the size of my cd collection, to my mp3 downloading habits when i had the resources to do so. music speaks to that primal voice within me that demands i expel the emotion within in some fashion. like some OCD ridden beast, i appease that hidden master as best i can with music because i don't know how to scribble out what it longs to say. and so i jack in, space in, lose myself, rise from the ashes renewed, only to repeat the process again further down the line.

this is why i own 172 cds, not including what i've got on mp3 discs. an incapacitating lack of self-expression.
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(no subject) [Oct. 17th, 2002|05:57 pm]
Sean
heading home for the night. no plans currently, open to suggestions. i'll have the cell on, i'd suggest calling it if you want to get ahold of me in case i get a wild hair and decide to go out for a drive.

and for some reason, i hunger for chili. stupid body, you know you won't get any chili...
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