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The Bitter Performance by Spite on February 4th, 2012, 9:19 pm
It`s a wonder how you could be playing perfectly whilst practicing, then when your performing its like you have never touched an instrument in your life. Gee, could it have gone my way at least this one time? Rant, Rant, Rant
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Whoops by Drask on June 2nd, 2011, 4:58 am
Well, I had hoped to post another entry yesterday, but it turns out I got a little too busy. Sorry about that folks. What a great way to start off a weekly blog: late. Aaaaanyways, I guess it's better late than never. Last Wednesday was my last day of school as a Sophomore, which I hear is earlier than most public schools let out. Finals were a bit tricky, but eh. My only worry was Algebra II, cuz that class is NOT easy. Regardless I managed to make an 83 on it which I guess is an okay grade, but I would have preferred an A. That just means I need to study more T_T. The only other exam I made a B on was Biology. I've really got no excuse for that one, I just got lazy. If I had just taken the extra credit... oh well. Managed to pull off an A average in all my classes EXCEPT Spanish II (an 89.73). Thursday and Friday were meh days. I was still trying to figure out what I was going to do for summer break since I had a weekend job puncturing holes in my schedule, which prevented me from going to a camp or on vacation. So I did the next best thing: got a second job. Well, not yet anyways. Got a strong "maybe" from our local Subway and Burger King. Got a good feeling about them. Oh yeah, I guess I should have told you guys earlier: I work at Six Flags. Yup! I'm the guy who sells the flashy light-up swords. It's kind of a boring job, but you get used to it after a while. Saturday I worked. Nuff said Sunday I decided to go out and do something. So I watched Battle L.A., and soon regretted it. Ugh, where do I begin. [ Continued ]
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Poem: The rocks are falling by Anya by Niggles on September 22nd, 2010, 1:08 pm
The rocks are falling by Anya Peltier They’re tumbling downward towards me. I can’t get away fast enough. Small ones and big ones accelerate down the mountain. I try to avoid it but everything comes crashing down on top of me. I get scrapes and bruises but finally I find a cave to hide in. I’m safe for awhile, but when I come out there’s just more, More and more, This stress is killing me. I need to sleep. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK
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What's so hard about it...? by Tiki on January 14th, 2012, 1:04 am
What’s so hard about it?
Honestly, I cannot figure out people anymore. No degree of psychology holds any answers. People, in general, just keep proving to be even more idiotic, stupid, ignorant, bastardly morons with each coming generation. I’m not saying I’m Einstein here, but OH MY GOD. What’s the difficulty with following simple direction, there’s a big finger point to it, buddy, just go and CLICK on it. That’s all, no work added, no frustrations, just a simple click. No, don’t go to that button, this one, yes this one, NOT THAT ONE, THAT ONE, CLICK IT. Simple things, clicking buttons; it’s mission petchin’ impossible with today’s ignorant bastards roaming the world (and yes, YOU might be one of them).
I need answers, honestly. Is it that everything is handed to people on a silver platter anymore? Maybe we don’t work hard enough to understand value and honor (and only some God must know how I managed to have even trace amounts of such). Have we, adult generation inclusive, lowered the bar to excuse our own laziness? Again, did that spring from life being too easy? I imagine it wasn’t as prevalent a problem back in the day when where ever you wanted to go, you were walking. Which brings us to another topic: RESPECT.
It’s not much to ask for. I don’t care if you address me as sir or mister, but just drop your attitude WAY OVER THERE and leave it there until you actually know me better. No, I don’t know who you are, and frankly I care ye’ much---> ||. It’s not too much… I do care though, take note of that, and I’d love to see you fulfill your potential to be whatever it si you strive to be, but got in himmel, how about throwing some patience my way to what I’VE worked so hard to achieve and be recognized for. I know, I’m a window to opportunity of some kind (not really, but hear me out), but I don’t even care “ye’ much” is you cannot respect what I once had done.
This is not some youth stage; I see it at all age... | [ Continued ]
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