The Hobo Did It!

Tue, 16 May 2006 23:35:19 GMT

wow, its been forever since ive been on livejournal. i had forgotten about it till gunnar asked me to read somethin on his lj. who the fuck still uses this thing?

Sat, 11 Mar 2006 23:45:32 GMT

I'm playing in a Disc Golf Tournement tomorrow morning. Its handicap scoring, so i have a chance of winning. If it was just best score, there would be no chance. I shoot okay, around par, but there are people that can shoot in the 50s and even 40s. par being 69 at that field, thats crazy. Straight 3s, which is always either par, birdie or eagle, is still a 54. there are people that shoot mid 40s. thats nuts. But with handicap, you only you have to beat your own average by the most, like if my handicap is 25, it means my average is 25 above Pro Par(52)((Par being 72, Pro Par being what the average Pro shoots)) So I just have to beat my handicap by more then someone else beats theres. I know none of you care to hear this much about it, but here it is anyways. Il post how good I do in the next few days.

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 21:58:52 GMT

best two rounds of disc golf ever! Par 69, first round, 67, second round, 70

Tue, 28 Feb 2006 17:00:44 GMT

................blah.................i wanna go play disc golf....I may be going to the NIN concert tonight, dont know for sure yet, lets hope i get the ticket

Sat, 18 Feb 2006 04:02:04 GMT

I dont care whether you think i am smart or dumb, Plain or wierd, or whatever, but expieriance is the very best teacher, and a moron with expieriance is better to listen to then a genius without any.
TAKE MY ADVICE WHEN I KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!

Sun, 12 Feb 2006 17:33:10 GMT

you only find what you are looking for when your not looking, and not trying to find it. Life is so strange like this.

Sun, 05 Feb 2006 21:56:43 GMT

"Give me your trust, said the lord of the war.
On my shoulder's I support the sky.
Trust me to know, and to do what is best,
And I will take care of the rest.
But trust is the color of a dark seed growing.
Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing.
Trust is the color of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the color of death.

Give me your trust, said the queen on her throne,
For I must bear the burden all alone.
Trust me to lead, and to judge, and to rule,
And no man will think you a fool.
But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark.
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark.
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the sound of death."

Fri, 03 Feb 2006 19:42:01 GMT

i never understood why they say dont mix your liquer.....now i do.

I apologize to anyone that was there. next time, i wont get that drunk.

Thu, 26 Jan 2006 19:31:00 GMT

Another fun little sign of insanity presented itself today. It's pretty bad. what little twists of mind will show themselves next?

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 13:37:39 GMT

"Did you ever wonder why the wind blows cold?
Did you ever realize your face is painted on my soul?

In between your whispers so sincere
I'll catch you when you fall
Trhough the eyes of broken innocence
I'd sell my heart for stones
Leave it all behind and fade away
To feel your purest blue
I can feel your purest blue, for you I must be strong
For I don't know right from wrong

Did you ever wonder why they all have gone away?
Did you ever realize that nothing changes, everything stays the same?

In between your whispers so sincere
I'll catch you when you fall
Trhough the eyes of broken innocence
I'd sell my heart for stones
Leave it all behind and fade away
To feel your purest blue
I can feel your purest blue, for you I must be strong
For I don't know right from wrong

I will lay in the gentle hands of your controlling gaze
I will be your servant through your darkest days
I will make the sacrifice and change just for you
I will dive into the essence of your purest blue

In between your whispers so sincere
I'll catch you when you fall
Trhough the eyes of broken innocence
I'd sell my heart for stones
Leave it all behind and fade away
To feel your purest blue
I can feel your purest blue, for you I must be strong
For I don't know right from wrong"

Mon, 16 Jan 2006 19:18:28 GMT

it is said that even the most beautiful flowers have thier thorns, but can it be the other way around sometimes? Maybe the darkest thorns are hiding behind flowers.....

Mon, 16 Jan 2006 05:53:38 GMT

memory truely is an evil thing. I wish the past could simply be forgotten. No matter where i go, my past will always be there to haunt me, be it though others around me, or in my own mind. Things have been broken that can not be fixed. I can not be fixed. Running from your past is as useful as running from your shadow on a sunny day. But i will try anyway. It will take a long time before i have the strength to run, but as soon as possible, run i will. Memory truely is an evil thing.

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 22:53:57 GMT

DO NOT LET IT BE SAID that i have no plan for my life.

Until all the strength of my mind is gone, I will spend my life in pursuit of what i seek. Maybe months, maybe years, maybe this life and the next, but i will find what i am looking for. Do not say i do nothing with my life.

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 20:52:26 GMT

Wake up, mow the weed
you'd be nothing without me
take my life, if you have the heart to die.

You bastards taint my tool
rape my words, play me a fool
Gather your precious glitter and leave me be.
The great ones are all dead and im tired too
I truely Hate you all!

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 20:39:49 GMT

god help me

Thu, 29 Dec 2005 23:40:14 GMT

My mind is clouded with doubt.
A shadow of a shadow is pulling all my strings.
What I thought was clear and right in life,
has been pulled beneath the surface, drowning in the dark.
Ive slipped through the fingers of the strong hand of reason,
Falling into the cold mist of uncertainty.
Sanity gives way to madness, bravery gives way to fear.
So many demons, I can no longer be steadfast.
With so much confusion, why must I be left alone,
To wither and wallow in the hole that is my mind?
I'm afraid to say a word, I'm afraid to ask for help,
Like quicksand, any move I make pulls me deeper then before.
I use my tears to try to wash the blood from my hands,
But I can not cry hard enough, and the stain is too deep.
So many demons taking over my mind, wielding all my weaknesses.
Each one draws the fire from my soul, spilling my strength like blood.
Screaming for a savior to chase away my nightmares.
Begging to be released from all this fear and doubt.
Please let me out.....let me out....let me out.

Wed, 28 Dec 2005 18:59:38 GMT

I could have waited till fire rained down from the skies.
I could have waited till hell begain to rise
I could have waited till there was nothing left to wait for
but instead my heart and pleas she decided to ignore

Mon, 26 Dec 2005 15:46:33 GMT

the true spirit of xmas...is to get as drunk as you can and dance until you dont feel bad anymore.

Fri, 16 Dec 2005 13:27:37 GMT

You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone

fucking hell!!

Wed, 14 Dec 2005 18:12:22 GMT

SO i was very sick on tuesday, ended up in bed for 16 hours. I called in sick to work (training) and what i didnt know is...Now i have to start training all over again. And there isnt another class until jan. 18. Fuck that. unless i can get a private lesson to get caught up, im not goin back there. I can get a job somewhere else if i have to. God damn it. Well, looks like i have a few weeks off....and no money. which also means that will push back my apartment a couple more months.

Wed, 14 Dec 2005 17:10:39 GMT

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if
we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and
me. It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished,
post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified)
about what people remember about you.

Mon, 12 Dec 2005 04:51:56 GMT

I have nothing to look forward too. Nothing. I dont look forward to going to work, and i dont look forward to my days off. I dont look forward to seeing people, and I dont look forward to personal time. I wish i could hibernate. but then...whats the point? The only thing i can look forward to next year is disc golf. which I will only be able to do one or two days a week...because of work. What is the point of living all your life, just to work 5 days a week for the whole time?

for you sarah. i always want you around

Thu, 08 Dec 2005 16:54:38 GMT

"If I ever leave this world alive
I'll thank for all the things you did in my life
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll come back down and sit beside your
feet tonight
Wherever I am you'll always be
More than just a memory
If I ever leave this world alive
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll take on all the sadness
That I left behind
If I ever leave this world alive
The madness that you feel will soon subside
So in a word don't shed a tear
I'll be here when it all gets weird
If I ever leave this world alive
So when in doubt just call my name
Just before you go insane
If I ever leave this world
Hey I may never leave this world
But if I ever leave this world alive
She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
Yeah should be alright "

Sat, 03 Dec 2005 21:20:14 GMT

Funerals are long, boring, and force me to see my whole family.

What a waste of a saturday

Wed, 30 Nov 2005 05:32:09 GMT

I have no reason to explain myself to you. I will do what i want or need to do, and thats it. I dont give two shits if you dont like my decisions. What i do is my buisness, and only involves me and anyone that shares in my actions. So fuck off. I dont give too shits if you judge me, because you are a worthless piece of shit, but if you do, then fuck off with it, cause i dont need to hear it. If you dont like it, get away from me. Sound simple?

I dont need to hear shit about right or wrong, because there is no such thing. Fuck Off