I love classics. Classic music, classic literature, classic movies, classic fashion. You cannot keep me away from Mel Gibson, Keanu Reeves, Arnold Schwarzeneggar, Ewan McGregor, or Harrison Ford. Jennifer Connelly is a perfect picture of classic starlet beauty. I treasure the power of the human voice. Please do not disgrace music by screaming painfully into the microphone, that is all I ask. I'll give anything a chance except that. I do not hate my family. We built an invisible barrier between my 150 year-old house and the dirty Main Street. Inside we have our happy little sit-down-to-family-dinner world. And believe it or not, I like holidays with my family. Occasionally I will encounter a problem that seems silly to me, but is the world to my friend. But since that friend is the world to me, I help them. Not because I have to. Because I want to.
I like to type. I like to practice the high notes. I like remembering what middle school was like. I like traditions. I like doing things for people. I hate orange. I hate velour. I could say it multiple times but that would just be redundant, and I simply can't tell you how much I hate it. I hate Emily Dickinson. I hate computer problems. I hate having to wake up early. I hate periodical research sources. I hate not having access. I hate Scooby Doo. I hate Physics. I have outgrown MTV. I save things--clothes, papers, objects of sentimental value, newspapers, diaries, books, AOL trial CDs, the rainforest... ...okay perhaps not that last one, but I try!
--has fear of large moving objects --is not afraid of clowns --unique talent: I can identify almost any movie I've seen and some that I haven't in 20 seconds or less of any scene or background music/dialogue (even when I can't see the screen) --unique habit: I don't use salt or pepper. Go figure. --cannot live without a microwave
You may not understand what I say, then again you may understand me better than my own conscience, and I treasure that.
I'll write you a song, and I hope that you won't mind Because all the names and places I have taken from real life So please don't be upset at this portrait that I paint It may be a little biased, but atleast I spelled your name right
Welcome to my livejournal, free to leave any comments or questions, and I would be glad to respond.
♫ And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words Although they did not feel For I felt what I had not felt before You'd swear those words could heal. And I as looked up into those eyes His vision borrows mine. And I know he's no stranger, For I feel I've held him for all of time ♫
>retired interests<: a perfect circle, a-lines, adult swim, advice, alanis morissette, animation, another tragic ending, anything acoustic, ball chains, ben folds five, ben kweller, billy joel, blue ink, bluegrass, brand new, burning cds, catherine zeta-jones, christmas, clowns, coldplay, comedy central, dancing, dashboard confessional, diving, dntel, donnie darko, donuts, elijah wood, evanescence, eve 6, ewan mcgregor, ferris bueller, incubus, inside jokes, jim carrey, james horner, jimmy eat world, john cusack, john mayer, johnny depp, journalism, kazaa, kelly osbourne, kettle corn, l337, laughing my ass off, leather, linkin park, lord of the rings, lyrics, mamas and the papas, matrix, modest mouse, moulin rouge, movies, mp3s, music, my chemical romance, orlando bloom, our lady peace, p.o.d., poetry, procrastinating, puddle of mudd, rem, rings, rock n roll, sahara hotnights, saliva, saves the day, scifi, siouxsie and the banshees, staind, swimming, system of a down, tenacious d, the ataris, the color pink, the early november, three days grace, thursday, tobey maguire, trading dog-eared books, trapt, typing, vanessa carlton, vnv nation, winamp, writing, yellowcard
♪ He's got a smile and it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories When everything was as bright As the clear blue sky And every time I see his face It takes me away to that special place And if I stare too long I think I'll break down and cry Oh, Sweet Child O' Mine Oh, sweet love of mine
He's got eyes of the bluest skies And if they thought of rain I'd hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain It kind of reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide I'd pray for the thunder and the rain To quietly pass me by Oh Sweet Child O' Mine Oh sweet love of mine ♪
♪ You were always the mysterious one with Dark eyes and careless hair You were fashionably sensitive But too cool to care You stood in my doorway with nothing to say ...besides some comment on the weather Well in case you've failed to notice, In case you've failed to see, This is my heart bleeding before you, This is me down on my knees
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you, you loved Mozart, And you'd speak of your loved ones As I clumsily strummed my guitar Well excuse me, Think I've mistaken you for somebody else, Somebody who gave a damn, Somebody more like myself These foolish games Are tearing me apart And your thoughtless words Are breaking my heart. ♪
♪ How can I just let you walk away? Just let you leave without a trace? When I stand here taking every breath with you How can you just walk away from me, When all I can do is watch you leave? Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears I wish I could just make you turn around, turn around and see me cry There's so much I need to say to you, so many reasons why You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now Well there's just an empty space And there's nothing left here to remind me Just the memory of your face Now take a look at me now Cause there's just an empty space But to wait for you, is all I can do And that's what I've got to face Take a good look at me now Cause I'll still be standing here And you coming back to me is against all odds It's a chance I've gotta face ♪
♪ I looked away Then I looked back at you You tried to say The things that you can't undo If I had my way I'd never get over you Today's the day I pray that we make it through Make it through the fall Make it through it all
And I don't want to fall to pieces I just want to sit and stare at you I don't want to talk about it And I don't want a conversation I just want to cry in front of you I don't want to talk about it 'Cause I'm in love with you ♪