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DON'T WORRY, MY iPOD HAS BEEN FIXED. IT TURNS OUT I'M JUST RETARDED.
THANK YOU TO THE FOLLOWING:
LIZ
MALARIE
AND A LITTLE BIT OF SCARLETT.
OH, AND DOUG!
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[26 Feb 2005|04:40pm] |
So my iPod.
It's battery died (all the way).
How the fuck do I get it to work again. Please, please help me, help me.
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[07 Sep 2004|06:04pm] |
ADD THIS LIVE JOURNAL:
_mag_net_ic
I will add you back.
Because I rock.
And so do you.
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[29 Aug 2004|11:49pm] |
New LiveJournal:
_mag_net_ic
It's for questions/stories.
"Fascination."
Add it.
Comment.
Read.
Whatever.
If it goes well, I'll let you all on in a little secret.
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[29 Aug 2004|05:36pm] |
Plug it in.
Bloom.
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[26 Jul 2004|04:27pm] |
Okay.
I'm going on vacation tomorrow. But, the thing is, my portable cd player is broken.
I NEED A CD PLAYER.
If you have a spare one, please, do spare, and tell me where I can pick it up.
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Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
For more on this:
Add my new friends only (even better) journal. Now.
Glow in the dark patience written on que cards.
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Add me god dammit!
Click: creature___clay
That is if you want to. I guess if you don't really read my entries that's okay.
I guess I do and don't want it all to be about popularity.
That's why I am adding you after you add me to see who really wants my entries anymore.
Oh well though. I take back the add me god dammit! shit. Maybe I was just thinking that maybe people missed that I had gotten a new journal (maybe I just was hoping that).
Whatever.
Oh, and I may be creating another journal for my dreams. I doubt I will keep up, but the idea sounds fun.
Goodnight moon, goodnight glow in the dark dr. doom.
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I have created a:
FRIENDS ONLY JOURNAL
Please do join me my other place:
creature___clay
I still haven't quite decided what it is I am going to do different in this journal yet, so please, join and maybe you will find out for me.
Read the glow in the dark directions when you arrive in your destination.
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Early Early in the morning.
Ted: Whatever happened to that girl?
Evan: I don't know.(silence) She's blind now.
Yeah, I know, nothing really does go on up here.
10:00 AM-12:26 AM
So, Mike, Lane, Benny, and I went on our little hike trip. It was a lot of fun. I really got in touch with my inner countryside. Met a really cool cop, a really nice waitress (payed for out dinner), a lot of water, a few ticks, some mosquitoes (after the time of death), a big blue water supply tank tower thinger, some cows, a nice clerk, Eaglets (Eagle people), some cool bikers, and like 14 mile markers. Trying to sleep was a bitch for all of us (though we did find a really good freaking camping spot), so Mike called his Father and David came and got us. We ended up at Mike's over night. So fun it was though.
Wes Harah: Cass County Deputy Sheriff
Seemed that way, but was he? You can call him if you are curious.
Staring up.
into the sun.
Gorgeous.
The straw that broke the camels back:
He woke up, hearing only his brother in the top bunk quietly breathing heavily. Off to his right, their recently broken clock sat leaning off to the left on the end of Ryan's dresser. He figured that it couldn't be any later then 3:25 AM, because it was quiet, but only the kind of a quiet that you can experience at such a time (or so said his older and wiser brother). He got out of bed, right foot first, landing on a fallen stuffed animal, then pulled his body up as though he was pulling a fat man up out of a hot tub. He slowly, and carefully, walked across the room to the quaint crack of light coming from where the door hits the hallway lamp. The door opened with a crisp creek, and the light blinded his eyes. But, this wasn't his hallway, and this certainly could not be his home. This was not anyones home, this was an office with tan cubes sitting quietly at desks. Ryan stood in the doorway with his pajamas on and his eyes squinting. The windows appeared to be showing a bright blue skyline traveling off for miles. He walked to a window and pushed it open lightly. The air was very placid and the weather was clear as he crawled out of the window onto what seemed to be the beginning of completely flat ground for many miles. It was so soft, unlike that of what you would feel walking through your backyard, it was more like he was floating then standing. Once out of the window, he looked up, gazing upon miles of different shaped and colored hot air balloons.
wake down.
So, I am now aware that I will be paying a visit to D.C. to visit my family (so beautiful) on the 27th, the mountains of Colorado
I'm fine the way I am fine.
Memories are something that I cherish, I guess more then others seem too. It is just something that maybe we do, or don't take advantage of. But, I know that I will hold onto my memories as long as I can until I and let go of life.
Happy 16th Spencer. It was good chilling.
Sore. Soar.
Nice letter, expect on back.
SexandCandy.
'90
I love drawing so damn much, and I wish that I had a digital camera in my presence, because I would love to share some of the art that I have created in my 'summer book'.
Business Shirts.
Party Skirts.
......technologically drawn out over a large period of time.
My eyes are pulling me to the ground, so I fear that a bed is on my way. Or I may be on my way to the bed.
By the way, I really miss Alethea, and she never called me back after I missed her call. That makes me sad.
What's that again, Evan?
I said that I wish I was a spider that crawls out of holes at 6:23 in the morning.
glow in the dark Clam shells.
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Something to do in your spare time:
Check out the lj that my bro and I made. It is a take off of the life of a hardcore kid in NE. Give it a look. By the way, it's all a joke, and if you think you're hardcore...well you're not.
xmylifeishXcx
Well, I am going to end this on a high note.
Poking.
Wait where did the high note come in?
Real post later.
I promise.
Trip tomorrow I will post about it on Saturday or Sunday.
Faking glow in the dark.
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Feeling like dying. It's lovely.
I was glad to see that people posted comments. I guess I am a comment whore or whatever.
Splash Tackle Cap.
"The Soccer Mom vs. Cap Gun Event"
starring Evan and Fuzzy and...dun dun dun, the SOCCER MOM! and Officer Kwant(sp?)
So, Evan is driving his car down A St. Fuzzy in the passenger seat discovering my cap gun. Evan looks to his right at Fuzzy as he begins to let of a round of invisible caps at a little boy playing with toys in his front yard. Evan thought to himself, "is this a bad thing?" Then he realized, an act like this, it's harmless. So, he shrugs off his late internal conflict, looks back over at Fuzzy and laughs.
A few caps, a few people, and a few minutes later we find ourselves driving down Sheridan St. with some big red car trailing us. Evan mentions the matter to Fuzzy, and Fuzzy ducks his hand back in the door. They swerve off into a side street, then another, and another, and another until they find themselves on Calvert with this insane woman on a cell phone on their ass. Finally, Evan takes into a circle with the woman waiting at the entrance. They pull up next to her, windows down. "It look now like there are two boys, yeah, two boys," she says into her little mobile. "Excuse me, what's going on?" "You don't just point a gun at people like that," she yells at them. "I'm sorry, ma'am, it's just a cap gun, all fun and games." "Well, if I were a mother and I saw my kids outside with some teenagers pointing a gun at them, my heart would stop.." "Listen, I really am sorry, I didn't know that it affected anyone so much." "Well, you should be." "Yeah, bye." Evan stops at a gas station discussing the "what the hell" situation that just went down, and buys a candy bar, then takes Fuzzy home.
Not too long after this all went down, Evan Arrives home to a talk with his mother on the phone saying that they went to her house to discuss the conflict. She was mad. She tells Evan to call the Officer, Officer Kwant right away. So, like any sane person, he did. Within minutes the man was at his house explaining that it was a bad thing, and that Evan should try not to keep cap guns in his car. Evan went back into the house, with the gun after the conversation had end...laughing.
END.
What a waste of gas kind of day it was.
"In the midst of life, we're in death"
I miss the good ol'
Boom Bip-corymb
It's pretty good.
I'm still in awe about the Album Leaf album.
stereo types?
and pop up
adds.
Lane Mike Ben and I are planning a 23 mile trip to be going down on Friday morning until Saturday morning. Adventure I say, Adventure HO! We are going ot stay at...Lane's? on Thursday night and watch O' Brother, Where Art Though? and Stand by Me.
Thirteen.
very good.
Running on Empty.
awesome.
AQUA TEAM HUNGER FORCE
#1 in the hood, G.
I love Chuck Palahniuk. I think I am going to read
Lullaby.
Kerry Picks Edwards.
[ I think that Edwards is a good guy ]
Food is just so necessary.
Interesting, the way life goes, isn't it? Everything is a secret. And, rightfully so. I love talking to people that I don't really know about shit, it's just such a blast. What a way to live it up.
Poem tonight, Evan?
Nope. Too lazy, though I would love to.
time to get a new anticon. blue and red shirt.
DREAMS are so fucking great I met the older Evan Shoemaker (sp?) and I haven't seen him for like 5 years. It was insane. Oh, and I did heroine. :).
Fun Fun:
Destruction.
If you have read this far, comment with the word: stain
Do you ever realize that suddenly you're not living the life of a child anymore. That slowly all of your friends started smoking pot and you've found yourself drinking ever so often. That you sex drive has begun soaring, and that your life is suddenly meaningless, and as much of a plan you have to become something, there is always something the way?
While they all dream and drink there espressos.
I never come up with anything important to say, all I can do is agree with the important things other people say to go on.
History Project.
I'm still fucked.
Plucked like the feathers off the Rooster.
whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy?
If it's comfortable, just don't move it.
"In a system that makes such hazy terminology as "junior executive" psychologically necessary, they are of the staff as much as the line, and most are destined to live poised in a middle area that still awaits a satisfactory euphemism."
stolen from THE ORGANIZATION MAN.
Does anyone want to drown me?
glow in the dark super heroes, you know, like the organization man.
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Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously. Anything.
A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like. Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.
I didn't write that.
glow in the dark embalming fluid.
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When the shapes fall, and cover up the light leaving pure darkness and electricity at its best, then we can fall in love like they do in the movies.
P.S. Don't forget the napkins.
So, Quaint.
Independence Day: Sunday
Lane, Mike, Ben, and I are (hopefully) paying a visit to Omaha on Saturday.
[ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<img [...] <img>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] When the shapes fall, and cover up the light leaving pure darkness and electricity at its best, then we can fall in love like they do in the movies. P.S. Don't forget the napkins. So, Quaint. Independence Day: Sunday Lane, Mike, Ben, and I are (hopefully) paying a visit to Omaha on Saturday. <img src="http://www.mikeogara.net/memories/mom-and-dad/mmtd-thumb.jpg>" If I had known that you hate me and the fact that I exist, I would never have existed..wait..no, fuck you. I mind is not at it's best at the moment, so excuse me if I write a normal entry of mine. George(on my blurty): "lol...reading your blurty is like taking a crazy LSD trip...its wacky dude...you know we still love you though" I wish he had been more specific as to who "we" are, because that is a question "we" are all dying to know, who really loves me and who doesn't. I don't know, but I think that it is safe to say that "we" are all sex fiends, I mean, how could we not be, sex is just something that we all want. Need. So, who wants to have sex with me? <img src="http://www.mikeogara.net/memories/mom-and-dad/dmtlog-thumb.jpg"> Periods, so off white. What is it with expectations anyway? Chelsea and Evan are driving down the street as they pull up behind a Ford Explorer that has a "hot wheels" decal on it's back windshield. Chelsea reacts, "Heh. I like that the back of that car says "hot wheels" because it makes me really want to pick it up and go vroom vroom!" Chelsea and Evan chuckle as Chelsea ends her final waving hand gestures. Heidi, our conversation, two words: we rule <img src="http://www.mikeogara.net/memories/mom-and-dad/greenfield-house-thumb.jpg"> Payed a visit to Mike, Lane, and Clara tonight at Prescott to light off some fire crunkers, it was a grand ol' time. But, as the night came to a conclusion I found that the dearest Alethea had called during my absence. I haven't talked to her in months. Like 7 to be exact, and I miss her guts out. I also have no way of reaching her currently, so they are my guts that are spilling out now. Nickelodeon. Rewind over and over again with greed and watch as the nickel falls back into his hand. <img src="http://www.mikeogara.net/memories/mom-and-dad/mhattc-thumb.jpg"> "The Corporation" does anyone know when I can see this movie. I hear that it is simply stunning. SpiderMan 2. Was good. I want to see this grand new Jim Carry movie that is to come out: Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events looks fabulous. <img src="http://www.mikeogara.net/memories/mom-and-dad/mtc-and-dog59-thumb.jpg"> Now, I may make fairly large entries, and not cut, but I make them, what once, maybe(rarely) twice a week, so fuck off. I will never use a cut. Ever. Thank you Liz for settling the matter for me, you crush the competition. Space the letters in the air until they create a diagonal tangent. Split Second. Through the course of time we ask ourselves, Why we love, hate, die and dwell. The end. <img src="http://www.mikeogara.net/memories/mom-and-dad/young-4-thumb.jpg"> $9 My little booky thingy is going great. Updatation has been going quite well, as job finding has not. Though I did turn in some applications. The Album Leaf-over the pond. I think I am in love. The new cd, "in a safe place" is beautiful. I could just die now. You would like that now, wouldn't you? I think I'm pregnant. <img src="http://www.mikeogara.net/memories/mom-and-dad/rog-jean-thumb.jpg"> What would we do without entertainment? Pilot says we would drink and die. My reply to Pilot is: that seems to be your course anyway. No Regrets. Shot with Andrew B. Joe and Molly (mollie?) that was a fun time. Gee Evan, what will you do? <img src="http://www.mikeogara.net/memories/mom-and-dad/roger-6-15-1975-thumb.jpg"> If you followed my pictures they make a life. Stolen. glowing in the dark? I already am. |
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"The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world to themselves."
-Roald Dahl
My moment. Well, my favorite moment. The beauty. The dark. The quiet. I love it. I love quiet. I love loud. But in between, not so lovely.
can't sleep easily.
Wishing, Wondering.
I just want to move to Ireland of Tibet or the secluded areas of China. All by myself, with books and thoughts and 30 thousand dollars.
song of redemption.
Green Marker Mile Highway.
I really can't take stress. It's summer, and I have been worrying like a fucking...person that worries a lot.
Even though it looks the same, it can kill you, as the other can save your life.
We all want something when it's not ours, but often when it is, we look down upon it or take no notice at all.
Spring Summer
Fall Winter &
Spring.
Beautiful. See it.
Fahrenheit 9/11.
Amazing. Everyone in America needs to see this fucking movie.
Saved.
Fun as fuck. See it.
"Your swollen pride assumes respect."
THE TIME HAS COME.
System overload, Batman.
An odd night, this has been.
THE BFG.
"look out for the white girl suicide bomber."
I want to make a movie. Like right fucking now.
My life has been quite oddly forming into a sphere.
I wish that I was a better person.
Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't call, I had no phone around me at the time. And, I do want to chill with you.
As a matter of fact, I want to chill with every last one of you.
The Evan Hill Foundation.
what the hell is my space.
Climbing locks of hair.
by me.
Now, Fred is a Wizard in medeval times you see.
He turned a frog into the prince that is me.
My body is nice, except for one thing,
This brain is insane, the ideas it brings.
I keep drawing a blank in a world that is full,
I keep wishing action when my life is so dull,
And I keep pouring a new glass when the juice is all gone.
But this story is for Fred, so I shall carry on.
He is nearly six' five" and carries a large staff.
He wears a robe so large it could fit a giraffe.
His voice is so raspy and he coughs an awful lot,
And his mind has gone mad, though his senses have not.
I have never really met the man, but this is what they say,
He slowly started talking to himself a while back, now he does every day.
They say that he has invisible friends that he visits with much,
But they have talked to him about it and haven't had much luck.
He tells them they too are invisible, naked to the 'others' eyes,
And that his invisible friends ask the same questions with the same replies.
The End.
Is that an okay ending? Should I finish with more? Did you even read it?
David Fincher: I enjoy.
I love the Virgin Suicides. I love it.
"All in all we're just another brick in the wall."
Neither do I.
I need to see Wilbur (wants to kill himself)
I have found that no one reads, and no one comments on the important entries.
Glow in the dark GMO.
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This Entry is Rated R(estricted): language, nudity, thematic elements, and adult situations.
"Strange how a phone call can change your day, take you away."
Hello.
The Life of a rock.
Hal 9000: I feel scared.
Me: (breathing)
Hal 9000: I feel scared, Evan.
Me: (heavier breathing)
Hal 9000: I can feel it. I'm feeling scared.
Me: (heavier breathing)
Hal 9000: You don't want to do this, Evan.
So, they say there has never been a computer caused abnormality, well you're wrong.
robot.
In touch with my inner gamer.
halo
Machines.
Tuesday and I are going to make a movie, right Tuesday?
We are all just machines. In a laboratory.
"I said are you ready. Do you wanna hear?"
ZAP!
In a Stanley Kubrick mood.
In an RJD2 kind of mood. So I went and bought: Since we last spoke.
What do you take me for, a fool?
Lovely isn't it.
Magazine Models.
They too would love my new layout.
My dad and I were meant to have lived through the 20's.
The Roaring Twenties.
Had a fun talk with Tuesday and her Mama.
Fun. Fun. Destruction.
Blood clots like a herd of cows barreling into a barn being chased by the Iron Giant. It was raining outside. Trees were falling, and like they say, _____________.
Neutral.
Still loving the idea and lifestyle that just could become of the middle of nowhere.
Sorry that there was Nudity in this Post. I shall go back up to the top and rate the entry: R
Rain and Thunder and Lightning crumbling Buildings falling Hurricanes earth shattering.
He fell as the bullet hit his heart in three days.
Lime Green Adaptation.
For Children of course, blood spilling out of their delightful throats. Everything is better when it glows in the dark.
Boy: Is there really a secret key to the lives of everyone.
Father: (chuckles) Son, the key is not something that you can just...hold. The key is in your step.
Heart attack. Hit. Life. Red Oct.
no.
She probably took that cute little bunny into her home, cooked it up, and ate it, Scarlett. How could we do that to the poor rabbit. And, your mom was saying, "Help the bunny." Maybe the only way to help the bunny is to take it to it's final destination.
I need to watch Empire Records, right now.
Could I get a glass of Liberty, please.
my blood glows in the dark.
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Everyone check out the new layout.
Tuesday did it. It is so great I think.
You can find Tuesday's beautiful journal here: www.livejournal.com/users/writethevoid
Thanks Tuesday.
popping glow in the dark caffeine pills.
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Summer, such a nice way of livin. At first it went slow, then it sped up like speed.
andIswearinthedarkhelookedalmostlikeaghostbutafterIfelthislustfulthrusttowardsmythighsitwas.
Matt Hill and Andrew Rose smoked a caterpillar in late 7th grade. When they all made a pot of money at the lunch table to bye pot. Sam and I turned away. Why am I saying this, we will never know.
Spider Web.
nice and all pretty-like.
E to the V(an).
So, it had been a while since I talked to Jed. He's a good kid, so I instant messaged him. This is the outcome:
Jed and the Dead, said while in bed, "there is a boy named Ned, sitting in my head." Now, this dear boy, Ned, plead he had a fear he did dread, almost as badly as did Ted. But, the worst one of all, they all knew, was the S.P.E.D kid named Fred. Well, each of them hated the idea of bread, they hated the fact that it had not enough zinc and/or lead. But the truth really is that they still all eat their bread, Fred, Ned(yes, the one in the head), Ted, and even the great Jed. Turns out that Fred, Ned and Ted are all simply dead, people made up in the great head of Jed. They first came about as hes mother led him to bed, and there was little ol' Ned, peaking out of Jed's beautiful head. So, Jed fed Ned, Fred and Ted the bread they did dread in his head. Ahh yes, it's the story of Jed, Jed and the Dead.
Then he signed off.
"Rich kids with the priviledged upbringing have not concept of reality."
Ahh yes, anime my dear boy.
Last night was just crazy. Like after Neva's wasteful, distasteful party came to a halt. It was insanity.
I don't know me and you don't know you.
We clung on like barnacles on a boat.
What color.
I want to rid myself of this aweful layout. I am willing to give the loving my password to make me a new one. What I am trying to say is help me, be my methadone. I don't even care what it looks like, just I can't take it anymore.
That couragous boy. R.I.P.
Bodies and Plaster in your walls and your mind.
Would you all be mine for this Summer? Yes, all of you.
Do you enjoy my company? If yes press 1. If no press 2. If you are undecided press pound. If you don't care either press 0 or simply hang up.
I want to travel far. In my car. I want to go to the middle of nowhere. I have always had this secret obsession with the middle of nowhere. Or, somewhere or whatever.
You are so Beautiful.
THEY ROCK.
(not the rock, even though he seems like a pretty nice freaking guy)
I love Stomachs and small things. Smaller then the origional.
What would you say if I were to die? Would you show up at my after party?
So funny.
I was so excited. It was such a letdown. It always sucks when that happens.
I feel like saying fuck.
I tried skateboarding for old time sake.
My foot hurts.
I got my copy of Halo back. I am in nerd happenstance(Editors note: I don't even know what that means).
The new Beastie Boys cd is FRESH.
Ugly Casanova.
I love it.
Fuck.
Trainspotting was fabulous.
as was the Following.
mff.
I'm making a book, but don't tell anyone for me. It's not a story book you fools, it's a collection of thought and memorabilia shit.
I love the Virgin Suicides.
always have.
( Info on the Picture. )
You look ravishing.
"They're just so small, ya' know...down there."
Fill me in, on, up, beside, below, behind, above, outside.
HoHo's.
The rims that is.
I have had it up to here with hatred. I hate, you hate, we all hate, and I hate it. Why the hate? Wait, just don't answer that, because it will just be some lame struggle at making a pointless point. Dammit, look at me, I'm hating.
U.S. History Paper. Never.
Job? Now that's something I need. Can you umm, ya' know give me a little push down the old road of life or something like that?
I love my Father so much. I should sleep so that I can, well not be awake.
I am not transforming into another "just any" man. I promise.
I did that comment thinger. It was lame, so instead of posting it, I toasted it.
why do we do that?
what would you do for a glow in the dark Klondike bar?
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Shazam! and Abracadabra!
What am I?
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