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Oct. 11th, 2006 @ 07:35 pm (no subject)
I decided to put one of my short stories on here. I never post any of my writing, and this is what I am working on today, and I would just like opinions. -pds

Damn it. The sun has permeated the drapes that he thought were closed tighter than they actually were. The new day has overtaken him, and he is left no option but to greet the morning. When his eyes open, he is instantly startled in the way that most are when waking up in an unfamiliar place. His first day in Chicago is awaiting him. First days are always the worst. He briefly recalls his some of his first mornings. His first morning of school, his first morning with a hangover, his first mourning after his mother’s passing.
After postponing the inevitable as long as possible, he gets out of bed. Like every morning before this as long as he can remember, he proceeds to start his day in the same manner. The coffee has almost finished brewing, and the news is playing in the background. There is something he finds remarkably soothing about his morning routine.
‘Seventeen more soldiers killed in Iraq yesterday…. ‘ the television muttered in the background. He used to be so passionate about the war. He used to care so much. There is only so much time a man can remain passionate about something while realizing more and more how inconsequential he is to it’s existence.
The walls the new apartment have are that lovely color of flat white that all recently vacated places posses. There wasn’t enough time to put up any sort of decoration last night after unpacking all of his other belongings.
The closet is full however. He pulls out his favorite hoodie, embroidered with the word ‘Canada’ on the front with a maple leaf resting below it.
After finishing his straight black morning liquid catalyst, he decides to leave his homestead in his effort to get acclimated to the new place.
It is late January, and the Chicago air is cold and bitey, and he is forced to put his head down just to be able to keep his eyes open. Most people would detest having to make this compromise, but he found it comforting as a nostalgic reminder to him of when he was in his early youth growing up in the Upper Peninsula.
As the voyage into the heart of the city was beginning, he noticed his neighbor’s door was slightly open. Knowing how expensive it is to heat a place, and how fast warm air will dissipate from an apartment, he decides to meet and inform them.
He decides to knock on the partially open door, but he receives no response. There is a Radiohead album resonating out from inside of what sounded like a back room. He decides to knock again, and after no answer, he decides to enter.
Living in a big city is expensive. The apartment complex that he moved to wasn’t in the best part of town. Decent area, but not the kind of place where you leave your doors unlocked. He decided that he should announce his entrance, just so he wouldn’t be perceived as an intruder. Still no reply.
The apartment was set up very much like his. As he walked past the vestibule, he glanced into the kitchen. A burner on the stove was glowing red, with a pair of old metal scissors resting on it. He noticed that the scissors had some sort of dried substance on them, but he didn’t take the time to examine them.
As he walked toward the bedroom, he noticed the odd feng shui of the living room. In the center was one plastic chair, and a small television with a VCR pushed against the far wall.
When he cracked the door he found her sitting in a corner with tears running down her face.
The dull white carpet was soaked in crimson puddles. In the bedroom was just a twin bed that was made up with a pair of pillows with a violet comforter.
She glanced up at him water logged cheeks, and just mouthed the words to him,
“Help me”. He just stood there in shock for a second, and then he felt his heart leap out of its cavity. He loved her instantly.
There was something indescribable about her that he could just not overcome. He decided he was going to wrap her wounds, and take her to the emergency room. The entire time he was driving her, and even while waiting for her at the hospital he couldn’t shake what he saw when he had opened that door. He knew that what he had seen was what he always desired, and she sat there crying out for him to help her, beautifully broken.
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Aug. 16th, 2006 @ 01:55 am oh how you laughed, at my complete lack of grace
Current Location: apartment
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
Current Music: postal service
I was talking to someone the other night, and the topic of how one night can just change your entire life came up. One night. One chance encounter. The kind of thing that when you wake up the next morning, you can't comprehend how much your life has changed since the last time you arose. We've all had nights and days like this, but I at least myself have not personally taken time to think about it. Most days are so dreary and uneventful, that I am unable to vividly recall that last moment my life had been forever altered. Is it unfair to hope for such a day? Since in all reality those moments are only truly incredible when completely unexpected. Whether it is against the rules or not, I am hoping for a day like that tomorrow. Something that happens (positively I hope) that changes my entire life. I don't want to wake up on Thursday exactly how I wake up tomorrow.
I'll get back to you on Friday.

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Jul. 2nd, 2006 @ 02:47 am (no subject)
im officially a wanker, as forrest might say. and for that, im sorry. im sorry for everthing. its all so sad. heartbreakingly sad, if you will

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Aug. 23rd, 2005 @ 05:52 pm (no subject)
Forrest and I were talking about the movie Garden State the other day, and I really wanted to see it, so i went and bought it last night. i really like it. it reminds me of oxford (home, sorta). Amazing. Only another week or so until I move to the FLA! Im pretty stoked. Im going to dinner with forrest in a minute, but i was 'tagged', so here it goes.

Name six songs that you are currently digging ... it doesn't matter what genre
they are from, whether they have words or even if they're any good but they must
be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions and then list
the six artists and the songs in your LiveJournal. Then tag six other people to
see what they're listening to.

1) Behind me lies another fallen soldier-As I lay dying
2) Some will seek forgiveness, others will escape- underoath
3) Memories- Gauge
4) Only- Nine inch nails
5) Pimpin all over the world- ludacris
6) Let Go-Frou Frou


hollie go lightly


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Aug. 9th, 2005 @ 02:57 am U of F!
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
Current Music: frickin dashboard
Well things change, sometimes fairly rapidly. In the past week I decided that im going to attend the University of Florida this fall. In 3 weeks. I am super excited/scared out of my mind. This has been my dream since I was a sophmore in HS, and the pieces fell in place. so here we go.....
i dont know anyone down there. I will miss oxford. not saginaw so much, this place bloooooowwwwwwwwws. I am now selling my shuttle computer, and most of my guitar amps, since i wont have room for them down there. im keeping my eden, since it means a lot to me/and i got an AWESOME deal on it
I will be spending quite a bit of time in the oxford area before I leave. i might get a new car out of the deal as well, which im pleased about. but im MOST pleased that i wont have to pay to go to U of F. i could stay here, take out loans, and owe a lot of money for a degree from SVSU, or free U of F. free U of F it is. There is really no reason to stay here in michigan. and definitely no reason to stay in saginaw. i havent decided if i i will play in a band at UF or not. could go either way. but i dont think someone could survive on 'metal' alone. definitely not something to drop out of school and fail life for. but to each their own.

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Aug. 6th, 2005 @ 01:14 am (no subject)
this is my laptop:

oh ya, thats hot.


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Jul. 31st, 2005 @ 04:53 am mere christianity
well its saturday night, sunday morning. i havent had a good nights sleep in almost 2 weeks. i can never fall asleep, and then if i do, maybe for 2 hours. ive been trying since a little after 2 am. and i fell asleep for about a half hour, then couldnt go back to bed. i completely rearranged my room just now. and i cant sleep, so now im on here, typing away.
I have this cd that i fall asleep to (everyone does) and there is some jars of clay at the end, i put it on there because it is just some mellow acoustic, and i really like the guys voice. old jars of clay mind you. well ive actually been listening to some of it, since i cant sleep, and i forgot how much I loved them. i really like their lyrics. so blatantly honest. im not talking about the stuff you might here if you listen to the 'popular' jars of clay. im talking about songs like 'worlds apart' and 'frail' in which they just admit their short comings, and desires that they were more. who doesnt have these. most music doesnt talk about stuff like that, and i find it oddly comforting at 5 am. i really want to go to church in the morning, but im not sure if ill fall asleep/wake up in time. this is ridiculous. im trying to find out what it will take to make me happy again. i think its UBC, and a change of everything. but that wont happen for a while, if at all. i find the prospect so overwhelmingly appealing.
ive been reading 'the inferno' by dante. its a really good book. not the easiest of reads since it was written in french, and poorly translated into king james style english, but its worth muddling through in order to get it.
i was reading about UBC, and colleges in canada in general, and one of the websites talked about canada, and they made reference to canada being a 'socialist country'. this greatly pleased me. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm socialism.
if you havent seen team america;world police, you should. its a little out of control, since it was done by the south park guys, but the lewidty is well worth the message.
time to fall awake. again.
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Jul. 26th, 2005 @ 06:24 pm sleep now in the fire....
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed tha war canibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a
Line up to tha mind cemetery
What we don’t know keeps tha contracts alive an
They don’t gotta burn tha books they just remove ’em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Bulls on parade
[Unknown LJ tag]the cost of my desire, sleep now in the fireCollapse )
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Jul. 18th, 2005 @ 03:29 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: solsbury hill-peter gabriel
i want to be a revolutionary. or work in organized crime.

i need to get back. to what i want.

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Jul. 17th, 2005 @ 01:31 am new update
Well today is finally over. I am exhausted. I helped maegan move into her Dad's. and by helped, i mean i did it all. haha jk, kinda but not really.
It was pretty fun, and i swear I boosted my karma points a ton. Which hopefully im close to breaking even on. I actually got electricuted. Fairly bad. We were changing outlets in the wall, and turned off the electricity to the room. or so I thought. turns out one of the sockets is ran on a different breaker. if youve ever been shocked by the full force of an unregulated power outlet, you know what im talking about. i still feel a bit wierd. It was just on one hand, so at least it didnt go across my heart. So we (Besieged) have been talking to blood and ink records. Things are looking up, so I guess we'll see. I'll talk about it more after we get a chance to look at the paper work.
So yesterday was laundry day. I've been holding out for a while on it, and I got to the point where i was wearing clothes i wouldnt ever wear, unless i had no clean ones. Six loads. Six effin loads of laundry. But I redeemed a couple of misc. karma points, because I had washed a load, and in it were THREE ink pens. But somehow, the load was washed, AND dried, and the cap stayed on all of them. no ink stains anywhere. When I found these in the drier, and that they were still unopened, i was overjoyed. it was with some of my favorite ACDC shirts. although i did lose three of my favorite pens.... which im none too pleased about. if you know paul stotts, you know how he feels about his ink pens. and you know he talks in third person wayyyyyyyyyyy too much.
So i realized this hasnt been updated since Cstone. Well cstone was a blast. Had an awesome time. So some amazing bands. As I lay Dying was phenomenal. So was haste the day and still remains. I met a lot of cool people, including some people from the higher profile HXC bands. Nodes, still remains, jessie from Zao/gods, the sister of the as i lay dying vocalist. haha. it was a good time.
last week i went and saw blindside/the showdown with james, amanda, sam, and sara. turns out james knows a lot of rap songs. so do i. it was a good time. unless youre sara, and a 'hater'. Blindside was alright, showbread was a little wierd. the showdown was great! southern metal. haha. i got a chance to talk to the vocalist from the showdown after the show. and he was pretty cool. we got haggled by some random black homeless men. one of them tried selling us these newspapers he obviously got for free. they were like local magazines that youd pick up at an entrance to a bar. another guy was selling little american flags, claiming to be a vet. if i woulda had my lighter, i woulda bought one, then torched it. but sadly i did not. my favorite guy, asked us if we had money, so he could buy alcohol. i appreciated his honesty, but still didnt have any money for him. had he asked to buy money for crack rock, i would have given him every dollar i had. i almost said,'sorry, i dont have any money. but i do have some crack'. just to hear his response.
in other news, i got a cat. its name is magnum, maggie for short. it has a little mustache, and i bought it a hawaiian tshirt. its a pretty sweet cat. still kinda scared of everything, but she comes out when im around and likes to be pet.

well, im exhausted. i have no idea how to do an LJ cut, or I would. if someone wants to inform me, thatd be appreciated.


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