recurring themes
– yep, once again, i am going to be very boring and start ranting about nothing to ppl. In other words, yet another teenage agnst entry –
this time, it comes in the form of a "if only" list.
if only things were different
if only my life was simplier.
if only things were less confusing.
if only i didnt have to study.
if only i could turn back time.
if only i knew what was coming to me.
if only moral didnt exist.
if only history wasnt -OH THE ISLAMIC EMPIRE IS SOOO GREAT EVERYONE MUST LEARN IT-
if only SPM was further away.
if only time didnt pass so fast.
if only friends didnt have to go.
if only farewells didnt have to happen.
if only i was hardworking
if only i understood myself
if only i knew whats going on
if only i didnt feel this way
if only i hadn’t …
if only i had …
if only .
some dreams will stay dreams, some might come true, some might dissolve and be buried and forgotten.
but ultimately, its my life, and my choices, and my actions … and i will have to take responsibility for myself .
which means,
-GETTING OFFLINE AND ACTUALLY STUDYING-
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oh yeah… amanda? thats one of the funniest memories i have in band… -the look on yvonne’s face- "One bar in." -conducting one, two, three, four…… silence.- LOL.
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August 17th, 2005 at 12:01 am
Bowling for soup~ Punk ROck 101
She works at hot topic
His heart microscopic
She thinks that its love but to him its sex
He listens to emo but fat mike’s his hero
His bank account’s zero
What comes next?
Same song different chorus
It’s stupid, contagious
To be broke and famous
Can someone please save us from punk rock 101
My Dickies your sweatbands
My spiked hair, your new vans
Let’s throw up our rock hands for punk rock 101
She bought him a skateboard, a rail slide, his knee tore
He traded it for drums at the local pawn shop
She left him for staring at girls and not caring
When she cried ’cause she thought Bon Jovi broke up
August 17th, 2005 at 12:01 am
PS- know what? ur right. this song IS better~
“Girl All The Bad Guys Want”
8 o’clock, Monday night and I’m waitin’
To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me.
Her name is Nona, she’s a rocker with a nose ring,
She wears a two way, but I’m not quite sure what that means.
And when she walks,
All the wind blows and the angels sing.
She doesn’t notice me!
Cause she is watchin’ wrestling
Creamin’ over tough guys
Listenin’ to rap metal
Turntables in her eyes
It’s like a bad movie
She is lookin’ through me
If you were me, then you’d be
Screamin’ “Someone shoot me!”
As I fail miserably,
Tryin’ to get the girl all the bad guys want.
She’s the girl all the bad guys want!
She likes the godsmack and I like agent orange
Her cd changer’s full of singers that are mad at their dad
She says she’d like to score some reefer and a forty
She’ll never know that I’m the best that she’ll never have
And when she walks,
All the wind blows and the angels sing.
She’ll never notice me!
Cause she is watchin’ wrestling
Creamin’ over tough guys
Listenin’ to rap metal
Turntables in her eyes
She likes ‘em with a mustache
Racetrack season pass
Drivin’ in a Trans-Am
Does a mullet make a man?