So, I know it's totally cliche to post song lyrics, right? Well I guess I am following the masses and just posting the deep thoughts of someone else. Shannon and I had a chat last night, and I have to admit, shit was said that I highly doubt can be taken back. While in reality it may have been over long ago, as of last night, I finally find myself defeated. And all I can think about is this song...


Iron and Wine - Trapeze Swinger

Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range,
A piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention
But

Please, remember me
Fondly
I heard from someone you're still pretty
And then
They went on to say
That the pearly gates
Had some eloquent graffiti
Like 'We'll meet again'
And 'Fuck the man'
And 'Tell my mother not to worry'
And angels with their gray
Handshakes
Were always done in such a hurry
And

Please, remember me
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came
I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world
And then returned
And now you're lit up by the city
So

Please, remember me
Mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower call
Then pass us by
But much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Leave and resonate
Just like the gates
Around the holy kingdom
With words like 'Lost and Found' and 'Don't Look Down'
And 'Someone Save Temptation'
And

Please, remember me
As in the dream
We had as rug-burned babies
Among the fallen trees
And fast asleep
Aside the lions and the ladies
That called you what you like
And even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see
A trapeze
Swing as high as any savior
But

Please, remember me
My misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain
And chasing trains
The colored birds above there running
In circles round the well
And where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter's
So bright with cinder gray
And spray paint
'Who the hell can see forever?'
And

Please, remember me
Seldomly
In the car behind the carnival
My hand between your knees
You turn from me
And said 'The trapeze act was wonderful
But never meant to last'
The clown that passed
Saw me just come up with anger
When it filled with circus dogs
The parking lot
Had an element of danger
So

Please, remember me
Finally
And all my uphill clawing
My dear
But if i make
The pearly gates
Do my best to make a drawing
Of God and Lucifer
A boy and girl
An angel kissin on a sinner
A monkey and a man
A marching band
All around the frightened trapeze swingers

The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
so this is all I have to say.

I have been completely neglecting this journal...

Sorry World.

Big posts coming soon.

With so much that has happened in the past few weeks, I am amazed that I have not written in here. It's one of those times where so much happens in such a short time that you feel like your grip on the workings of life is starting to loosen and you know that in just moments it will slip away. Such is life. As far as the non life changing things that is going on in my life, I got a new phone last week. A T-Mobile MDA. This is actually my second attempt at having a PDA to run my life and I have to admit, for the first time in a long time my days are much more organized. I can tell you that I have a Vitae due in Psychology class on Friday (like any class I have taken in the past 2 years hasn't been psychology). It has all my contacts in it, along with birthdays of all the people I care about... Good Times. I have to admit though, this amount of organization is rather alien to me. I don't know what to do now that I am not flying by the seat of my pants, wondering when I have to do what or whatever.

Anyway the little voice in my head says I am rambling so I will end this...

After this thought...

I am kinda pissed about the XM-Sirius merger. I have been a loyal sirius customer since 2002, and I am pissed to hear that the two companies are becoming one. I don't want my radio to get infected with that XM crap (even though I will give up Howard Stern for Opie and Anthony any day). I also thought that having 2 different companies kept prices down and programming on the edge of awesomeness. I mean, how many regular radio stations are there that play just 90's grunge and alternitive, or just the Rolling Stones, or just music from people's music blogs... I could go on and on and on... That's my 2 cents, do what you will with it.

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I just blew 20 bucks on a paid account, was it worth it?

So my phone is broken. Kind of. I can still take text messages and calls, but all calls will have to be on speaker phone, as the regular ear speaker is no longer functioning. That is all.

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Ok, I am not really one to post about upcoming video games, but hot damn. Guitar Hero 2 for Xbox 360 is coming out in March, and I gotta say, I am pumped. It's going to have all the regular tracks from Guitar Hero 2 on PS2, plus a few nice gems:

Live Wasted by Pearl Jam
Dead! by My Chemical Romance
Surrender by Cheap Trick
Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo by Rick Derringer
Salvation by Rancid
Hush by Deep Purple

But Most importantly:
Possum Kingdom by The Toadies

Oh yes, this is going to be badass. Just 2 more months...

A lot of people are starting to say that livejournal.com is dying, and will soon be no more. The internet is becoming Googlified and MySpaced into a big heap of webspace drivel, completely homoginized and formed into a big heap of crap. I don't really know if I agree with the fact that LJ will die out or not. It's true that I don't post as much as I used to and it's ture that times are a changin'. I don't have any delusions. I know that sooner or later my time here in live journal will end and I will move on with my life. But what will become of my 1,182 journal entries that I have made over the last 6 years? Will they become some long forgotten relic of the internet, back when I was typing these entries on a 700 Mhz Pentium III computer? My memories and rants turning into a virtual history book that nobody will bother opening in the future? Who knows. All I know is that today I am still here, and today I can still write about what I think and how I feel about things, rant about what pisses me off and what makes me happy. For the time being this journal is still mine, and for the time being, this journal is still yours.

So, I kind of got stood up for a lunch date today. How do you add insult to that injury? By spilling mustard on your brand new 60 dollar shirt, of course...

This is why I can't have nice things.