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Name: Jim
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Birthday: 10/13/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Old Dennydoo, Crew Team, Guitar, Music (=w=), Snowboarding, my band (E4T), winning, humor, pretty girls and butt touching, lazers, fire, environment, writing, no math, cooking, camping, ADANAC (miss you), friends, partay, post-modern-hardcore-scream-o
Expertise: BAM, Big Red, Uncle Jager and The Silver Bullet Band, Rockin', Sensual Massage
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/10/2003
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| You become my best friend
I wanna love you
But I don't know if I can
I know something is broken
And I'm trying to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way I can
X & Y.
I've closed this journal to the public view. Meaning I no longer advertise it on facebook or in my profile. So not many people will read it now... not that any did before. Now it's purely for me. Maybe someday I'll reopen it--maybe it will just fade away. So, enjoy Tina.... You're my only audience now, and pretty much before, too.
The Phoenix:
Act 1.
The bird drops in a ball of flame.
A horrible, red death consumes the body.
And though he hits the water on decent, nothing will save him now from that fire.
Act 2.
His ashed remains wash onto the shore where they meld with the white sands.
And, as he slowly once again joins the Earth from whence he came--he still knows that he is alive--
Somewhere inside: as he glances inwards, towards what matters, he catches the slightest spark of home—
his heart.
Act 3.
Slowly the heart, still standing still, grows and accepts the sand around it.
Fuel for his new soul, the Phoenix grows.
A new, equally fragile glass heart wells up in his chest.
Act 4.
The swirling ball of plasmatic spirit, sand, and glass unfurl into the silhouette of a bird.
A classic wingspan, again red, but this time in life.
The fire that he is surges through his tips.
In a fluid low-flight over the beach, his new mother,
The phoenix sends her shadow dancing over the hills and onto the water.
The Phoenix has found life in death, and learned from the experience.
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| HIIIIII YAAAAAH!
I’m pretty much a ninja.
Here are the rules.
If you touch my stuff, I’ll kick you.
If you bother me, I’ll kick you.
If you look at me, I’ll kick you.
If you don’t do what I say, I’ll kick you.
If you do my homework, I’ll kick you.
You don’t want that do you? Do you?
Taekwando is so sweet. So sweet that I lost my pants.
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| Went to recruitment boot camp on Saturday… I think it could be counted as hazing, and I’m pissed. So bad. So dumb. I sucked so hard I can’t believe I was forced to waste my whole Saturday for not. It was a sweet night last night, but it didn’t even help because I was annoyed because stupid people get slightest power positions and then steal your Saturdays. I made sure to leave a crappy review.
Nevertheless, last night was an adventure night because I basically went to every room on campus. Bay window DX room Tennis Pros/Golf Hoes, Sailing team party, Ali’s 21st B-day, Spencer Sprinkle and Marek’s super huge scary party, 4th floor of Shorney freshman’s room, Caitlin’s room in Sunset A, T-Bell and back. So, a lot. My pedometer, courtesy of Brian Coate and Park National Bank, counted just short of 6,000 steps for the evening.
Girls make me so sad.
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| Well this past weekend we threw our first party. It went well, but it was a really weird night. I just came back from a speaker Dave Westol, and he was really good. He talked about anti-hazing stuff… you know. Decent turn out, especially for a Tuesday night at Denison. Well off to do some Econometrics.
Roger Hoover and The Wiskeyhounds. Anna Lee.
I knew enough not to call you, cuz my friends tonight they saw you down town, messin’ around.
I walked to towards the breeze where the raindrops hit the leaves where steps left tracks on the ground
I miss you tonight Anna Lee
I miss you tonight Anna Lee
Last night I had a dream where I left you for the sea and you didn’t kiss me goodbye.
Standing here watching spiders spin a web to catch there dinner in; by the smoke stacks spitting out charcoal grey.
I miss you tonight Anna Lee
I miss you tonight Anna Lee
I heard a wise man repeat that a woman with hair the color of wheat will take your skin and cut you to the bone
And if she passes this way again a man will give her a second skin to burn, then she’ll leave him for the cold
That’s the way you love me Anna Lee
tonight I miss you Anna Lee
I have forged a river with a gift that tied up the giver
But she was missin’ from the door.
I wrung the door bell three times and open it up to my surprise that she was lying on the floor.
I’m screaming Anna lee
Why aren’t you breathing Anna lee
I can’t remember a thing
Tonight I miss you Anna Lee
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