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[18 Oct 2007|02:59pm] |
Hello everyone:
peachy445 (2:15:44 PM): so zac's bday is today, i got his present
venami3037 (2:15:57 PM): zac?
peachy445 (2:16:05 PM): efron
venami3037 (2:16:57 PM): STOP!
venami3037 (2:16:58 PM): You got it?!
venami3037 (2:17:02 PM): what did you get?
venami3037 (2:17:04 PM): mac make up?
peachy445 (2:18:06 PM): no worse
peachy445 (2:18:14 PM): a tiffanys engraved belt buckle
peachy445 (2:18:18 PM): and cufflinks
venami3037 (2:18:18 PM): NO!
venami3037 (2:18:20 PM): STOP IT!
venami3037 (2:18:22 PM): You're kidding...
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| What the crap hole. |
[17 Oct 2007|12:05am] |
I feel like I have so much to do that I can't sleep.
I never sleep anymore.
I can't wait to be done with school.
So I can start all over... again...
Who are you anyway?
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My residents just lit a candle in the hallway.... UGH! Stop ASKING for a violation.
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| I'm back. |
[06 Jul 2007|02:22pm] |
I haven't written in awhile, so i'm going to...
Thank you for joining me.
-D
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| Right back at you. |
[25 Feb 2007|06:16pm] |
Holy Crap.
Sometimes I feel like i'm looking thru the eyes of a spectator.
Sometimes I feel like I just need to write and express how I'm feeling.
Unfortunately it is not as cathartic as it used to be for me. I now find frustration in trying to find the right words to use.
UGH.
Taking time to find the right words.
Impossible to describe,
the feelings that make me churn,
like metal grinding up against teeth.
Finding softness is far and few.
Relentless in search,
I find nothing but the hard ground,
which steps on me in retaliation.
Thus, I declare war on words.
Let them find me.
Fuck you,
David
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[20 Aug 2006|09:31pm] |
I.Am.Stressed.
Dear world,
I would like to be given a break. At some point I would like to sit down, and think about nothing. With the school year about to begin, I am once again faced with months of un-needed stress. I have already begun to get hives and rashes. Fun. I think that this year I need to do things because I want to do them, and not for any other reason.
I'm just overwhelmed. Maybe thats why my eye keeps twitching.
Orientation?
Holy crap, I didn't realize it was so soon.
Lust,
David
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[18 May 2006|11:54pm] |
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I've been feeling sort of inspired these past few days. It's a very special feeling.
This time that i've spent at home, by myself, has given me the opportunity to rediscover a lot of parts of me that i had forgotten existed.
Very often i get caught up in the speed of things and forget to exhale. I think this summer I need to take more time to do exactly that.
Tragic is that: The life of a child.
To grow and become... what?
An endless vault of expectations and failures.
Suspension is where I rest my faith
That when it ends,
it doesn't really end.
(exhale)
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[17 Apr 2006|02:04pm] |
tra la la.
life in Boston is... cold.
life at 30 Isabella is... cold.
Yesterday I woke up to a man screaming anti-gay, anti-christian curses. He was drunk, and got arrested.
I'm glad i'm not living here again next year. It's such trash.
I did the dishes yesterday, again. I cleaned up the living room, again. I cleaned up the bathroom, again.
Blah blah blah. I think i'm going to get my computer fixed today.
Thanks to Matt for dealing with me being all flitty and such.
Dear Emily,
I h8 that guy in that picture. He's satan.
Love,
David
I have a lot of work that I should be doing. Perhaps I should get around to it... but now that I know i'm not getting any scholarships, it's hard to WANT to do well. I need to want to do it for myself.
I'm living outside of Boston next year, in this awesome very jewish neighborhood called Coolidge Corner. It's the biggest apartment i've ever been in. I'm in love.
blah blah blah. I'm just writing now because I have nothing better to do.
I should practice for my juries that are coming up.
Um.... dictionaries are kinda cool.
phone is ringing, later.
-David
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[27 Mar 2006|10:16pm] |
I just watched a beautiful movie.
which is beautiful.
-David
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[20 Mar 2006|12:55am] |
After constant struggle, and a hearty push for what I want:
BFA musical theatre '08.
what what?
-D
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[12 Mar 2006|11:45pm] |
I keep checking my e-mail expecting something to change.
Yet nothing changes.
Fucking story of my life.
-D
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[12 Mar 2006|07:55pm] |
people make me want to scream.
sometimes I question why I have faith in them.
My problem is I never have a backup plan.
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[13 Feb 2006|06:23pm] |
so here's the deal.
not that interested.
not that interesting.
not that anything.
cool.
-D
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[03 Jan 2006|11:57am] |
Well, I didn't get mentioned, but my production of Assassins that I was in got some mention in this past years overall reviews for New Englad Theatre (mostly Boston though...).
-We were in the list of Larry Stark's memorable shows of 2005.
-In his 2005 Addison Awards, Carl Rossi gave Assassins an Honorable Mention in his list of "Memorable Productions."
-Bob Devivo, Erin Tchoukaleff, and Jackie Campbell are included in his list of "Memorable Performances."
I mean, thats pretty good. Makes me feel like taking the T for a couple hours every day was worth it.
I'm suprised they even remembered us 8 months later.
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[30 Dec 2005|11:47pm] |
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I waited in line at coldstone for an hour and all I got were these lousy cramps.
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[25 Dec 2005|08:36pm] |
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You know what... I was being all pouty this morning because I didn't get what I want... but then I realized that I was being a douchey brat and thought of the things I am HAPPY about on this wonderfully rainy day.
-I'm with my family that I love dearly.
-I got that fabulous sweater vest from JCrew that i'll be sure to wear a lot, asap.
-I made the deans list with my grades again, better then i've ever done.
-Got very positive feedback on my juries which is absolutely wonderful to see:
*I got a "keep up the good work" from Scott Wheeler and a "NICE WORK" from Stephen Terrell... which meant a whole lot to me then they know.
-Got more DVD's, and I absolutely ADORE DVD's.
-Finally changed my major to what I wanted in the beginning... all it took was some honest work and a little push.
All in all, I don't have a reason to pout. SO I'M GOING TO TRY TO BE MORE POSITIVE. Positive people are much more attractive anyway.
All smiles, all smiles. Well, a lot more smiles.
GOD I LOVE MAKING LISTS.
Love and lots of holiday spirit,
David <3
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| my ONLY wish, this year. |
[23 Dec 2005|01:58am] |
This holiday season, I look to my good friend Britney to speak how I feel for me...
sing it sista:
"Last night I took a walk in the snow.
Couples holding hands, places to go
Seems like everyone but me is in love.
Santa can you hear me
I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss
I sent it off
It just said this
I know exactly what I want this year.
Santa can you hear me.
I want my baby (baby, yeah)
I want someone to love me someone to hold me.
Maybe (maybe, maybe maybe.) he'll be all my own in a big red bow
Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year and all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is near
He's all I want, just for me underneath my christmas tree
I'll be waiting here.
Santa thats my only wish this year.
oohhh ohh yeah
Christmas Eve I just can't sleep
Would I be wrong for taking a peek?
Cause I heard that your coming to town
Santa can you hear me? (yea yeah)
Really hope that your on your way
With something special for me in your sleigh
Ohh please make my wish come true
Santa can you hear me
I want my baby (baby)
I want someone to love me someone to hold me
Maybe (maybe maybe) we'll be all the love under the mistletoe
Santa can you hear me
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is near
He's all I want just for me
Underneath my christmas tree
I'll be waiting here santa thats my only wish this year
I hope my letter reaches you in time
Bring me love can call all mine
(yeah yeah) cause I have been so good this year.
Can't be alone under the mistletoe
He's all want and a big red bow
Santa can you hear me (hear me?)
I have been so good this year
And all i want is one thing
Tell me my true love is near
He's all I want. just for me
Underneath my christmas tree
I'll be waiting here (ohh yeah) santa thats my only wish this year
Oh santa can u hear me? oh santa
Well hes all I want just for me underneath my Christmas tree
Oh I'll be waiting here
Santa thats my only wish this year."
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[17 Dec 2005|11:26pm] |
I just re-discovered the one song that strikes me into the very pit of my self every time I listen to it.
God, it brings back so many emotions.
All those privite emotions that I used to keep inside of myself.
It makes me want to cry.
Cry.
Cry.
But why can't I?
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[17 Dec 2005|11:16pm] |
I am having a hard time dealing with the end of the semester.
I don't like when semesters end.
Mostly I don't like when semesters end on so many different levels of shit.
A reflection for myself:
Good things:
-Changed my major
-Did Hair
-Lived with a wonderful room mate
-Re-discovered a lot about myself
Bad things:
-Didn't get cast in some really important things to me
-Still alone
-Never got my room really how I want it
-Spent too much money yet didn't really go out that often... (???)
-Lost a lot of really important connections
All in all, I guess now that i've put some things into perspective, I have a lot of things about this semester that I should be really happy about.
I think i'm just going to think and type now:
I feel like I have some sort of barrier holding a lot of emotions back. I don't really feel like I can talk about it or let it out. It's just there. It's FRUSTRATING.
af skdhfkjd
okay, I really can't just do this.
I hate livejournal.
but i'll post this anyway.
because I give in to it so easily.
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| something just broke. |
[10 Dec 2005|11:11pm] |
so I logged onto livejournal with a feeling.
a hunch, if you will.
nothing else to do.
and... thus is the FUCKING STORY OF MY LIFE.
my livejournal entries are so non-descript and full of hidden messages.
isn't that amazing?
Because I never really have anything to say. Just emotions to convey.
But I can't ever verbalize how I feel.
It's a downfall.
Thats what music is for.
I wrote something today. I'm quite aware that it's not even close to being anything good, but it so captured a lot how I felt:
One moment
You want to fly through the air
And scream
With so many emotions
That you can't explain
But you're so thankful to feel.
Living every drop.
Making the most of it.
And other times
You want to stop
And sit
And wait
And cry.
Because nothing is ever perfect.
Nothing is ever the way it should be.
We lack so much.
Beauty is an ideal that we can’t reach.
It hurts.
To feel that small.
To know that we live our entire lives to reach an ideal.
That no one can reach.
Happiness is always one step up from where we are.
And we never.
Settle.
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[21 Nov 2005|02:50am] |
I really hate feeling this way.
But at least I feel.
Which is something I miss.
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