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for me. ignore this entry. [29 Sep 2005|02:34pm]
http://suspendedinlight.com/BF_FINAL_Anim001.mov
http://suspendedinlight.com/greenon.mov
http://suspendedinlight.com/enon.mov
http://suspendedinlight.com/ISIS_IN_FICTION.mov
http://suspendedinlight.com/dep2.mov
Tira Me a las Arañas.

[25 Sep 2005|01:12pm]
[ mood | In the mood to clean up. ]

Can I get a goddamn timpany roll

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An immature review due to my optimistic whim. [22 Sep 2005|12:00am]
[ mood | Unexplainable. ]

Sigur Ros (live).

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[13 Sep 2005|02:54pm]
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The Kills tommorow, w/Bloc Party. @ Congress.
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[07 Sep 2005|01:18pm]
http://www.thedesignthatcould.com/video/090305PunkPicnic5.mpg
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[06 Sep 2005|10:15pm]
[ mood | numb ]

No appetite today really. Just ate chinese food in the afternoon & approx 5 glasses of water throughout the day. I owe money for 3 eBay bids that I won, no credit card, must make money orders. I didn't think I'd win, way to go, pesimism. Romantic status, not so good, i'm fed up with nonsense. Show tommorow at DP theatre, come check us out. We're The Rome Electric. (I'll be on the damn laptop making noise). I guess i'm at my + emotional peak according to those biorhythms. Intellectual, negative. My car broke today, it's undriveable, thanks suspension. I'm done.

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What's a livejournal tag? [05 Sep 2005|11:40pm]
[ mood | crazy ]

I'm impulsive.

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Tommorow. [25 Aug 2005|08:59pm]
August 26, 2005
Sometimes you can be a bit humble or shy, Jonathan. You don't always take enough credit for all of the hard work you do. This is because you are so hard on yourself! You are always finding fault with what you have done. You don't realize that your efforts have been outstanding. Today you should try to notice how important your contributions are. People might offer you some compliments, so soak them up!


alright, alright.
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(note to self: happy birthday) [25 Aug 2005|08:52am]
The new Between the Buried and Me is so fucking amazing. It captures so many elements of music and puts them all together to make a badass fucking album, buy ALASKA when it comes out.
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[24 Aug 2005|08:04pm]
http://www.simonsays.com/assets/authorkey/17290971/QV1_17290971.mov
PBS, BOB DYLAN, NO DIRECTION HOME, SEP. 26 9PM
(the link is unfortunatly not working)
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[22 Aug 2005|08:48am]
http://www.frenchkissrecords.com/assets/mp3/fk021-eat_this_city.mp3
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Time's a wasting. [16 Jul 2005|02:42am]
[ mood | thankful ]

Well i'm off today. It really makes me appreciate my friends. I've just realized something, i really like airports. its pretty much the world. A person travels, we're all travelers. So many people, so many emotions, some crying of joy, some crying for things they're leaving behind them. Others in panic because of an emergency, others calm and ready for a great big relaxing vacation. As for me at this age, they give me this feeling of freshness, people with new things, excited to see their family, others letdown because they lost their flight or the news they've just recieved about a loved one. Airports are like televisions, you get to see EVERYTHING all at once. It all depends on what you focus on, what channel.

I'm going to miss my friends and routine.

Until then,

Jonathan

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10 Things Your Funeral Director Won't Tell You [11 Jul 2005|02:01pm]
1. "Business is slow, but my prices are high."
2. "Cremation is killing my profits — and you're going to pick up the slack."
3. "You don't have to buy your casket here."
4. "We'll play your heartstrings like a harp."
5. "Embalming is optional."
6. "You might not need me at all."
7. "Prepaying benefits me, not you..."
8. "...and it doesn't cover everything."
9. "At the crematorium, anything goes."
10. "'Green' burials have me feeling blue."
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Dream. [05 Jul 2005|12:54am]
[ mood | drained ]

It wasnt a stormy sea but it was a frightening sea and I had a sensation that I was going to drown. I dissapeared under the sea but I would surface again and I would start to drown again, and i would surface again and then I would go down into the water and I had a sensation that I was going to drown and it was frightening and suffocating. My clothes were dragging me back, it was all around me, this water, and i didnt like it and i began to feel very frightened. I seemed to be going down, down, and down. It was very dark and very deep. I seemed to be drowning. I said aloud, "I am going to drown" and then I thought "well it's no use, trying to think i am not going to drown, i am going to drown". It kept getting darker and I still felt as if I were suffocating. No reflection in the water. I was in the water and it was a feeling as though the water were coming towards me and i began to feel very frightened. And being as that I can't swim, it seemed of greater fear. And then I would go down into the water and the sea seemed vast and there wern't many waves, it wasnt a stormy sea, but it was a frightening sea. There was a light shining behind it. I would shout and say, "I won't do it, I won't drown" and then I would surface again. I saw a cloud of spray rising high up into the air and there was this light, still shining behind it. "I must tell my mother" I said, then my clothes started dragging me back again and I hear a voice, it's a small child saying, "the sea is very deep." Suddenly, I go into the sea and I go right into the bottom and there's land there, it's very still and flat. No reflection in the water, it was sort of blue in only certain areas that I looked. Then suddenly this water became full of other people and other things like chairs and tables all falling, all going down, like the same as I was. I put my arms up and tried to catch hold of them, but when I saw my hand get a hold of something, all I could feel was mud and it got heavier. I pushed and pushed and as I kept pushing, I felt somebody. I felt them, I knew it was a human, I can feel the shoulders, the face. I knew a bit of first aid so I tried to help her but as I got closer to the face, she shattered. Then I looked back and I felt relieved, she was safe. I felt I must tell my mother. But she just wasn't because I knew she was dead. It looked like her, but it just wasn't because she was dead. I just walked towards her again and I just picked her up and she wasn't anymore. Suddenly I heard the child again and it kept saying,"you can go deeper and deeper but there will always be land there and people always die on the land".

The dream was over.

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This has haunted me, care to read? Thanks if you do. [26 Jun 2005|12:09am]
[ mood | Down. ]

I rarely update, but I sort of feel the need this time, for myself.

Lately my friends have been into taking pictures and recently they were all into taking pictures of the moon, they'd be like "dude, look at the moon, its awesome, let me take a picture" I wouldn't care for it, I would just let them take pictures while I waited in the car. I guess subconsciencly I had the moon in my head or something because I had a haunting dream about it, it felt terrible.

It was an incredibly dark, strange, eerie night. The only light out was the moon and the craters on the moon were differnt that night. I didnt really see it, but little by little it was getting clearer that the craters were filling with fire and after a while it looked as if patches were being removed, well these craters were falling down onto the earth and one fell right in front of our lawn, pretty soon more and more fell. I was surrounded by all this fire and a little after it all died down into black cinder. A little past that it got really silent and it got even darker, it felt as if it were beyond dark, another side of this world. It started to rain though, but as dark as it was, you can clearly see that it was raining and the rain was black, you can see that it wasn't any ordinary rain. It was this black chemical filled rain. After the rain died out it went incredibly silent and as I looked up I saw the moon, half of it had deteriated and it didn't even look like the moon, it was depressing. Then I quickly looked down and looked back up and it was gone, a soft acoustic guitar started playing. It was playing a very somber song. It was incredibly eerie and awkward and then it sort of faded out and became incoherent.

I woke up and still managed to remember this dream, which is rare, then Lorca came to mind. In Lorca's writings, he would use the moon to signify death. I just thought it was ironic. Lately i've been emotionally down. That probably influenced it, I don't know.

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I had one more dream. I rarely ever remember them, but I guess they were strong enough for me to remember them.

In this dream my little brother was hiding out from everybody because they were all against him and trying to harm him and i was his only hope to help him hide and keep him safe, it took place like in a dark sewer type place. It haunts me to try and remember it. I probably had that dream because everytime my friends come over my little brother acts all crazy and shows them his belly and stuff and he likes to just make weird noises and my friend are always making fun of him and going like "tell him to get away from me!" and I do that, but I guess subconsciencly i feel terrible for doing that to my brother and for scolding him for being himself. I really don't know though...

Anybody good with dream interpretations?

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The inside of my iPod. [26 May 2005|03:12pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

MY ALMOST-ENTIRE COLLECTION, CAN YOU BEAT MINE?Collapse )

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7 Ways To Get Instant Respect. [25 May 2005|01:45pm]
[ mood | relieved ]

1. Dress the part.
2. Keep silent.
3. Don't lie.
4. Never smile.
5. Confidence & humility.
6. Be polite - reciprocate respect & courtesy.
7. Have a good memory.

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A collection of writers. [03 May 2005|05:43pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

I am trying to think of famous writers, authors, poets:

Navoi, Aharoni, Akhmatova, Anwar, Pisan, Van Lee, Heyward, Thomas, Poe, Milay, Dickenson, Lazarus, Bing, Rosenberg, Hughes, Li Bai, Josephine, Marley, Cosby, Angelou, Stepanek, Shange, Neruda, Dunbar, Wheatley, Frost, Shakespeare, Nas, Hendrix, Ellington, Rice, Hathaway, Plath, Clinton, Williams, Tessla, Kennedy, King, Shakur, Lorca, Stevenson, Eliot, Hurston, Lenin, Whitman, Ghandi, Morrison, Hemmingway, Orwell, Miller, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Emerson, Robespierre, Godson, Oats, Blackfoot, Kahlo, Lev-Strauss, Fitzgerald, Marx, Baldwin, Amumba, Holiday Davis, Fellini, Steinbeck, Salinger, Adams, Lennon, De La Rocha, Hitler, Thoreau, Kipling, Moore, Locke, Twain, Nostradomus, Lee, Morrissy, Pigote, Kafka, Nietzche, Sartre, Marques, De'grazia, L'heureux, Borges, Guevara, Allende, Unamuno, Shelley, Bradbury, Dickens, Wilde, Forster, Alcott, Beckett, Hawthorne, Cummings, Clemens, Kierkegaard, Zavala, Rodriguez...

There's endless amount, help me add.

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[26 Apr 2005|07:47pm]
[ mood | sick ]

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I guess I can call them my...sugar mamas.

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[08 Mar 2005|03:50pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

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It was all about the star.

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