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Achievements • http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb281/Soul_Resistance/Untitled.jpg... Nuff said Anime Fan Since • Ever since Pokemon Favorite Anime • I'm not that obsessed anymore, to be honest. Mostly just Kare Kano, Ceres, Furuba, Ouran Highschool Hostclub, FMA, and, of course, ShinChan. X3 Goals • Make it out of here in one piece Hobbies • Paranoia, mood swings, and the occasional emotional meltdown Talents • :)
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Monday, October 20, 2008
Just another nice guy I'd never be caught dead with
I.
HATE.
MONDAYS.
Particularly this one. '-__-
Right about now, I just feel like crawling in bed and watching The Butterfly Effect until I can recite every single line, verbatim. Don't know why, but there's something very therapeutic about watching Ashton Kutcher time-travel 374261974 times or so in an attempt to keep his crush from being filmed by pedophiles. Not to mention, I just love the horror of it all. Tis my all-time favorite disaster movie.
And, yes, I do know The Butterfly Effect II is out now, but... I don't know, it just doesn't feel the same without Ashton. You just can't duplicate something as awesome as The Butterfly Effect.
So, anyway...Thanks to a very bad hackjob, er, hair-cut, That Guy now looks like a pedophile impersonating a 2-year-old. Tis quite funny, actually.
So, anyway... here's Sonny Moore, with a sample of my misery. Enjoy.
LYRICS:
Two roads split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am,
and who I want to be.
I wanted to be the breath of fresh air,
When everything smelled so insincere.
But this taste still lingers in my mouth,
Deceit has ways of sticking around.
And I'm ready to disappear,
Vacation seems far(seems far) from here.
Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what
we call a tragedy.
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
To me.
Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what
we call a tragedy.
Come back to me,
back to me,
To me.
I can feel my mind
wandering again.
Into where I dont know,
and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving
faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene;
I need to break the routine.
(repeat)
Two roads...
Split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am
and who I want to...
Which part of me is left?
I feel so close,
and yet I am so far.
Which part of me is lost?
I feel so close,
and yet I am so.... FAR!!!
