tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55032122011-04-21T18:56:21.886-04:00Spicyburrittotime is like an ocean tidethe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.comBlogger1571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1128987859784670092005-10-10T19:40:00.000-04:002005-10-10T19:44:19.790-04:00well. it's been a very long time. much has changed. an incredible amount. actually, i'm going to have to ease into this writing thing. i can't do any more right now.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1112906715592918372005-04-07T16:44:00.000-04:002005-04-07T16:56:05.310-04:00That's it. No more.I wish i had a more glorious ending. but i dont.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1112838964310230942005-04-06T21:33:00.000-04:002005-04-07T18:02:49.236-04:00Against All OddsHow about the weather? I say it's beautiful. Today during mixed ensemble we sat outside and worked on theory. I got the rocking chair and my ipod and it was delightful. so detached and isolated and with things like jack johnson, third eye blind, and bob marley all playing, how could i not help but to feel the beauty of nice weather? of course i could say that it was mostly me being able to the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1112585555315084092005-04-03T23:14:00.000-04:002005-04-03T23:32:35.316-04:00I am full of emptiness. I wake up in the morning. I get up. I shower, I put clothes on. Drag a comb through my hair and brush my teeth. Everything empty. I find myself driving to school. Find myself at school, in class, listening to the words around me: the way they fall and rise and add up to so much. And I miss them all. I am walking through the halls. I am so close to people; I see the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1112235097412648662005-03-30T20:58:00.000-05:002005-03-30T21:11:37.413-05:00at the ceiling of my feelingi went to the jump (little children) concert last night. It was pretty hot. and by hot i mean it was fun, not like there was a lot of heat, even though there was. You see it's a figure of speech. anyway, after the concert i went to toms house. i havent done like a sleepover thing in a very long time. so today was sort of blurry. I went through things half aware. mostly because of the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1111701910632083392005-03-24T16:59:00.000-05:002005-03-24T17:05:10.633-05:00I certainly do like chocolate chocolate chip cookies though.I woke up this morning feeling incredibly unfulfilled. And i don't know why. I had a good night last night, being with anastasia made me happy. But all day i've just had this darkness, this gloom. Maybe it was because i've been faced with this daunting task of cleaning my room and doing scholarship stuff. Maybe it was finding all the remnants and memories of lost relationships as i trudged the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1111522180797241822005-03-22T14:58:00.000-05:002005-03-22T15:09:40.796-05:00fred jones was worn out from caring for his often screaming and crying wife during the day but he couldnt sleep at night for fear that she in a stupor from the drugs that didnt ease the pain would set the house ablaze with a cigarette.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1111499873386863312005-03-22T08:51:00.000-05:002005-03-22T08:57:53.386-05:00Ah, Spring Break.My week off has started pretty nicely. friday i went to eat kenyan food with anastasia so that was awesome. saturday was my mom's birthday and she had some of her friends over, so that was sort of annoying to have to clean the house for them and then not be able to go to bed until late because they were all a little drunk and extremely noisy. yesterday i met bekka in chapel hill and we just the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1110927333401940242005-03-15T17:44:00.000-05:002005-03-15T17:55:33.403-05:00What a long day.So on the way home today i got stuck in some really bad traffic. I sat at this light for five cycles before there was room for me to cross the intersection. But at one point a truck drove by with this bumper sticker. It was one of those stickers that has the picture of the american flag and "These colors don't run!" beside it. all the red stripes on the flag had completely faded away.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1109939360159123402005-03-04T07:22:00.000-05:002005-03-04T07:29:20.160-05:00yeah.So in psychology the other day we played jeopardy. there were four teams. my team was named "the obese deer" and the other team that sucked with us was named "the monkey". all other team names are irrelevant because they're losers. my team was behind the whole game, but we came back in final jeopardy and jumped ahead of "the monkey". So ms. koch looks at the score and goes "oh the obese the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1109210484018505772005-02-23T20:57:00.000-05:002005-02-23T21:01:24.020-05:00so tiredI'm going to wake up in the morning with a killer headache and a third less brain cells. The house reeks of varnish from Hardwoord Flooring Part One. We had to jump into the house onto the stairs to avoid stepping in the fresh coat of stuff on the hardwoods. that was sort of fun. but not being able to get to anything downstairs is not fun. Especially not being able to access the kitchen. Nowthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1109107523186917202005-02-22T16:19:00.000-05:002005-02-22T16:25:23.186-05:00Move over brad pitt.I was standing at the urinal today, and i said to myself (not out loud or anything) "hey i haven't updated my blog in a long time." so i decided that i'd at least post something even if it's pretty boring. It was a long day at school after our four day weekend. and now i have to go do some homework because i have to be at my photo shoot at 7. What's that? Did he say "photo shoot"? That's the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1108092327653409332005-02-10T21:24:00.000-05:002005-02-10T22:25:27.653-05:00I've lost my desire to post things. it's not that i don't have things to say. My head is filled with things trying to get out but i've blocked them in and they're taking me down. i'm ashamed of what things i want to say, i dont want to be that depressed shadow that everyone wants to avoid. He's got something, stay away from it, you might catch it too. It's this trap i'm caught in: reachingthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1106792148789912342005-01-26T20:48:00.000-05:002005-01-27T07:02:23.176-05:00I wish i could sit down here and write beautiful words. Words that could express all i feel and all i want and all i am. I wish i could talk to you and tell you how i feel about you. How i hate you and how i love you. I sit and listen to words that other people write and i pretend that i am the author, that you are the audience. I pretend that i bring tears of understanding to your eyes withthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1106317090401618382005-01-21T09:11:00.000-05:002005-01-21T09:18:10.400-05:00crashIt'd be nice if i could stop coughing up blood.
The snow was cool. it enabled me to spend the night at emily's, though it took me three hours to get there from school. I almost decided to walk from where traffic completely stopped at the belltower on hillsborough to her house, some 20 or so miles? haha then i probably wouldn't have gotten to her house till dark. And now we have a 2-hour the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1105928428645820282005-01-16T20:03:00.000-05:002005-01-16T21:20:28.646-05:00coming back to lifeSometimes i wish that i could just be a total jerk. I wish that i could yell at people and tell them what i really think; i wish that i could be coldhearted and brutal. I'm tired of always letting people do what they want; i'm tired of putting up with their faults and with my own. I envy those people who aren't affected by those around them. the people who just do what they want and dont carethe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1105834323364583132005-01-15T18:57:00.000-05:002005-01-15T19:12:03.363-05:00I had a good day, etc. Hombre. I spent last night working a lock-in at the raleigh rockyard. it was a bunch of boyscouts and it was pretty good. I have another one tonight though. of course this one should be more fun because it's the outdoors club lock in. I just hope that enough people show up. We're supposed to have at least 20 people. and if less than 20 people show up, then i think i have to take whatever the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1105412623649707372005-01-10T21:54:00.000-05:002005-01-10T22:03:43.650-05:00self restraintIt's funny how easily you can be replaced. Looking through recent pictures of an old friend's holiday party, it's obvious that i'm not even thought of anymore. Somebody else came in, simply filled my vacancy. It's interesting how the addition of just one person can seem to change a group a lot. I guess i can't say whether it's for the better or worse, i'm a little biased. They seem happy, I the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1104636394954702202005-01-01T22:18:00.000-05:002005-01-01T22:26:34.953-05:00Should go to bed.I'm a pack-rat. I horde so many things: birthday cards, notes from people who used to like me, even movie stubs. I don't know why I keep these things; most of them remind me now of things that have sour endings and regrets attached to them. I used to think of myself as being able to easily adapt to change. I guess now that such false images are gone, I understand why I've always held on to the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1104467600245230452004-12-30T23:20:00.000-05:002004-12-30T23:33:20.246-05:00i want to write something meaningful. But apparently that's not going to happen. the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1104019238944515502004-12-25T18:46:00.000-05:002004-12-25T19:00:38.946-05:00Not bad so farSo far, i've enjoyed this break profusely. My birthday was great; emily came and picked me up and took me to cook out, then we had a picnic at her house since the weather was incredible. She even made me a cake, chocolate cake with vanilla icing and very good. It was awesome spending my birthday with emily. Then i went to Twisted Fork with my family and had a lot of really good food (hmmm...ithe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1103682432402074762004-12-21T21:21:00.000-05:002004-12-21T21:27:12.403-05:00Yay.A few things to celebrate:
1. Finished the last exams today! And that means...
2. School's out for winter!
3. I got accepted into Elon! I'm going to college. yay!
4. I turn 18 tomorrow, and i'm hopefully spending it with a really cool girl.
5. I finally cleaned off my bed, so i can sleep in my very own bed for the first time in several months.
I do love having things to be happy aboutthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1103313231375801962004-12-17T14:45:00.000-05:002004-12-17T14:53:51.376-05:00Oh yeahtwo exams down, four more to go.
I came home today and the house smelled like acrylic dust, which reminded me of when i made my subwoofer box out of plexiglass, which is acrylic.
That was a hard job, but worth it i think. Though there are always power issues...i want more. the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1103238063838111852004-12-16T17:53:00.000-05:002004-12-16T18:01:03.836-05:00hmmm. I'm not sure how i feel on tattoos right now. I know that i would never get one. But what do i think about people getting them? Right now with all my friends turning 18, it's something i see all the time. For the most part i don't have a problem with other people getting tattoos. I mean it doesn't really affect me either way. But i don't really find them attractive. Mostly, i find them the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1102994873928824312004-12-13T22:17:00.000-05:002004-12-13T22:27:53.926-05:00sigh of reliefWell monday is over. Today was pretty busy. Spent most of the day singing or something like it. We had the choral concert tonight, and i think it went pretty well. Emily did an excellent job on her solos. I'm pretty stressed out about these art projects that i have due on wednesday, because i have an incredible amount of work left to do and i just cant seem to get it done. Plus i really needthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1102557891088010152004-12-08T20:20:00.000-05:002004-12-08T21:04:51.086-05:00crash roarI'm sitting here sprawled out and wondering what it is that i need. There's something and i don't know. Maybe it's because people can't make up their minds. Maybe i need more stability than i'm getting right now. You remind me of the beach. The sand dunes that block my view of the waves crashing down. And the sand spurs and the futility of trying to avoid them. but mostly the waves. They the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1102473471558935262004-12-07T21:36:00.000-05:002004-12-07T21:37:51.556-05:00somewhere i have never traveledsomewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1102385674619418192004-12-06T21:10:00.000-05:002004-12-06T21:14:34.620-05:00All Bluesi guess there are certain things that everybody hates about themselves. me, i hate how i hold such double standards. I don't mind doing something, but when somebody else does it and i don't, i can always find some kind of fault. All of a sudden this anger bubbles up and i have to fight to supress it because i have no right to be angry. It sucks, etc. the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1102189784332405772004-12-04T14:44:00.000-05:002004-12-04T14:49:44.333-05:00if songs could killwe had it for a while
but things can fall apart pretty quickly
we both keep searching for something
it's each other
we both keep hiding something
from one another
we had it for a while
but things can fall apart pretty quickly.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1102170445748064092004-12-04T09:26:00.000-05:002004-12-04T09:27:25.746-05:00I've got a birthday wish...the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1102037828124549992004-12-02T18:39:00.000-05:002004-12-02T20:37:08.123-05:00dazed and confusedI don't know where you're going or even where you've been.
I like to think that i know what you believe in.
Something tugs at me from right in the middle.
occasionally (sporadically, intensely) it pours out into my chest
it weighs me down. the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1101959374059186412004-12-01T22:38:00.000-05:002004-12-01T22:49:34.063-05:00get out of my wayDo you ever feel the desire when you're pulling away from a stoplight to just keep accelerating and never stop? To watch the needle on the speedometer climb and climb wiping away everything. To just know that your car is a tank and demanding that everyone else get out of the way. Just you and the road and the car and the air pushing through the open windows and the road rushing by with all thethe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1101248867802248902004-11-23T17:21:00.000-05:002004-11-23T17:27:47.803-05:00Honey, I'm homeI realize i haven't posted here in a very long time. And for that reason, i'm sure that nobody reads this anymore. Which is sort of alright because then i can post whatever i want. I could post lyrics like "Maybe if i hold you close, abby we could just let go of these threads that tie us down" or "Pretty baby don't you leave me, I have been saving smiles for you...I'll be the embrace that the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1099428935130357872004-11-02T15:50:00.000-05:002004-11-02T15:55:35.130-05:00Lyrics for you.Hey, will you stay a while?
My smile will not mislead you,
Cause I've been alone, my faith turned to stone,
Still there's something in you, that I believe in.
Close to your peers,
I go wild with fears*,
Still I let you be,
I feel you next to me,
'Cause outside I feel,
A wind it starts to blow,
I'm taken in your undertow.
Everything is fine I'm lonely all the time,
Cause All I want to the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1099193192418651842004-10-30T23:18:00.000-04:002004-10-30T23:26:32.416-04:00It sorta smells like sour milk here...Daylight burns your sleepy eyes and
It's hard to see you dreaming
You hide inside yourself and
I wondered what you're thinking
And everything you're chasing
It seems to leave you empty
-goo goo dollsthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1098757197274342932004-10-25T22:11:00.000-04:002004-10-25T22:19:57.276-04:00The key of three flatsThe first half of Lying by Constance Merritt:
awake at 4 A.M.
whatever the space beside you holds
you are yourself alone
and whatever there is of truth
turning in crevices light can't touch
it must be that which wakes youthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1098397942859104782004-10-21T18:13:00.000-04:002004-10-21T18:32:22.860-04:00Glad tomorrow's Friday.A story fit only for the strong of stomach:
So I get home after a long day. I've been up since 5:15 (because i had to wake up early to finish my homework)and the day just did not go by quickly. It's after 6 when i get home and go upstairs to my room. I drop my bookbag on the floor and plop down in the chair at my computer desk. Then i slip the shoes off my weary feet. There's something brownthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1097970322778255772004-10-16T18:31:00.000-04:002004-10-16T19:45:22.776-04:00not creative enough to think of a titleMusic: The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony
Need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me.
I was at school and there was a monkey exhibit. As i was sitting and watching the monkeys, a woman came up to me and offered me a bucket of butter, like those big industrial size tubs. She said that it was an important part of the show or something like that. I remember being really grossed out bythe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1097762223478086832004-10-14T09:45:00.000-04:002004-10-14T09:57:03.480-04:00palabra a fall breakI didn't wake up to an alarm clock today. It was great. Of course i still can't sleep past 9:30, school has conditioned me so well.
Now i've got a few free hours before i go off to Umstead park to see if anybody's going to show up for the hike. I would so much rather be back in Yosemite.
the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1097617384422310482004-10-12T17:03:00.000-04:002004-10-12T17:43:04.423-04:00of life and suchYou have to know exactly where you're going. And you have to think about exactly how you're gonna get there. Sometimes the route you want to take doesn't work out like you hope it will. You find that the things you want to hold you up just can't do the job. But when there are no other choices, sometimes you can be surprised at how an impossible task can be done. You need to understand what the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1097365856483793972004-10-09T19:33:00.000-04:002004-10-09T19:50:56.483-04:00Untitled (A rant in the style of Rachel, touching on my thoughts the last few hours)It's not yet late and i feel this overwhelming pressure. It races at me from everywhere, filling me, pushing on me and pushing from me and spinning me around. It's not yet late, but it's already too late. I've already said those things that you didn't want to hear; I've already said too much. But you won't let me blame it on this overwhelming pressure. You don't see how it races for me and the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1097196807635811302004-10-07T20:38:00.000-04:002004-10-07T20:53:27.636-04:00come on guysyou know whats really started bugging me? People think it's the cool thing to do to hate high school now that you're almost out. I mean is it really that bad guys? I admit, the schoolwork is monstrous and i wish i could beat it with a cudgel. But if you keep living like this you'll hate your life. You'll say "oh i hate this, i cant wait to get to college." Then you'll get to college and the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1096584707369387352004-09-30T18:48:00.000-04:002004-09-30T18:51:47.370-04:00Spare time!It's been a while since i've been able to say before ten thirty "i'm done with my homework." It's almost 7 now and i'm pretty sure i dont have any more work that is due tomorrow. of course, most of that is due to the Ex Day tomorrow, so i only had to do homework for one class really. Tomorrow i have Art, Ensemble, and Psychology. I guess i really need to work on my art projects some right nowthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1096338298173577272004-09-27T22:21:00.000-04:002004-09-27T22:24:58.173-04:00(untitled)Posion ivy sucks. I've never had a problem with it, even though i live out here in the woods and am always surrounded by it. But for some reason, i got it at some point this weekend. And it sucks.
Perhaps i'll grow up and major in biochemistry and come up with the instant cure for poison ivy. And after i finish that, i'll probably come up with a cure for AIDs. Or maybe in the opposite the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1096167545728559162004-09-25T22:37:00.000-04:002004-09-25T22:59:05.730-04:00Motorcycle Drive BySo the last few days one of my tear ducts has been stopped up or something. But don't worry, it still works.
And you don't know me. None of yall do. So i'm left here with only the lyrics of a song to quote from.
And there's this burning, Like there's always been,
I've never been so alone, And i've never been so alive.
Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
the cigarette ash flies in the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1096157381236556582004-09-25T19:12:00.000-04:002004-09-25T20:09:41.236-04:00Another day in the lifeI worked today. a lot. But i also made a lot of money. And working at the Raleigh Rockyard isn't that bad. Now i have to work on homework, college applications, and relaxation. Wait. That can't be right. one of those just doesnt fit. oh well.
I just ate some excellent ribs that my mamma fixed. She also made apples baked in cinnamon and brown sugar. What a meal.
I think that's it for the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1095993895663480722004-09-23T22:34:00.000-04:002004-09-23T22:44:55.663-04:00In other NewsThis week has actually gone by pretty quickly. I was worried that it being our first full week in a while would make it never end. But i was wrong. A good thing too.
I think my house is being swarmed by some kind of bug, because i have four bites on one arm and two on the other. And i don't usually get bitten by bugs.
I might have to get some kind of eyewear soonish. It's not that i the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1095993260800991552004-09-23T22:32:00.000-04:002004-09-23T22:34:20.800-04:00Rvolution 9Here's some music that if you fall asleep listening to, you'll have the most pleasant dreams ever:
Revolution 9 by The Beatles.
Those crazy guys. the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1095645784735782732004-09-19T21:54:00.000-04:002004-09-19T22:03:04.736-04:00Our projectJohn came home for the weekend and we got into more than either of us expected. He wanted to make one box for the both of his subs, instead of the individual boxes we had already planned. So in an amazing two days, we did this. We built the box. Then we had the idea to use fiberglass to make a custom face for the box so it would actually fit the spot we had for it and not look completely the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1095638386316443782004-09-19T16:00:00.000-04:002004-09-19T19:59:46.316-04:00Dreams of our ownWe get distracted by dreams of our own
But nobody's happy while feeling alone
And knowing how hard it hurts when we fall
We lean another ladder against the wrong wall
And climb high to the highest rung, to shake fists at the sky
While others have excuses, I have my reasons why
did your heart go thump? or were you just too tired
to notice?
A cry here a plea there anything
to notice. the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1095517834154213482004-09-18T10:29:00.000-04:002004-09-18T10:30:34.153-04:00I wantDoes anybody know how I can get Gmail? I want it- my hotmail is being dumb.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1095352399027172172004-09-16T13:15:00.000-04:002004-09-16T12:33:19.026-04:00de Sam RobertsAnd can't you see that lost souls can't swim
you know you'll sink but you still jump in
And it's alright to get caught
stealing back what you've lost
yeah don't you know that lost souls can't swim
you beat them back or they drag you inthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1095345023438958342004-09-16T10:25:00.000-04:002004-09-16T10:30:23.436-04:00thank god it's...thursdayThe Jump concert was really awesome last night, even though they took forever to get started so the concert didn't end until after one. But that's just a very talented group. And the warm-up band was pretty good too.
Now i've got to decide how much of today i'm going to spend doing responsible things like homework and cleaning my room and how much i'm gonna spend doing relaxing things like the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1095212029129466992004-09-14T21:30:00.000-04:002004-09-14T21:37:22.040-04:00No more.
This is me right now. Because I can not concentrate on my work at all. I'm already two days behind in English and here it is 9:30 and i have an incredible amount of work left to do. Even if i were able to just focus, i would still be up until twelve just getting things done for tomorrow. I need a break from this education mess.
the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1094850720236513162004-09-10T17:06:00.000-04:002004-09-10T17:12:00.236-04:00You gotta love raleigh...I got kissed today for the first time in a while.
I was at NCSU doing a psychology lab for Flex Day, so we were in the brickyard. Most everybody had finished their surveying, and we were waiting for the rest to finish and join us in the shade. Apparently i was the only guy who had finished among a bunch of girls. And a woman walked by, she was probably 65 or so, and asked "Is this the ladies the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1094783954422338132004-09-09T22:37:00.000-04:002004-09-09T22:39:14.423-04:00ah, the weekendI think it's somewhat humorous that i'm leading a white water rafting trip this weekend when so much of the western part of the state is flooded. But i don't have to worry about that.
I'm just glad the week's over. And flex day tomorrow. woot.
the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1094600343160965792004-09-07T19:38:00.000-04:002004-09-07T19:39:03.160-04:00A short storyThe afternoon sun woke her from a vivid dream in which she was not alone – but she was now. And so she made no effort to move, to cover herself. She knew that he was hers, and if he wasn’t, well, she was sick every morning now and that would keep him around wouldn’t it? She began to think about him, thought she felt his fingers on her skin. She sensed her cheeks get warm, warmth that both the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1094408664841106402004-09-05T14:18:00.000-04:002004-09-05T14:24:24.840-04:00my daysSo i went to the state football game yesterday with my family. That was a pretty awesome way for the team to start the season. 42-0. Not too bad. This morning i woke up about 30 minutes early and was able to run and work out before i got ready for church. So that was good too. And then after church some people decided to come to my house tonight to watch a movie, so i had to come home and the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1094408310602013632004-09-05T14:14:00.000-04:002004-09-05T17:16:13.236-04:00watch out for the dispatcha whirlwind came into my lifeand it tried to rescue me
will you come, will you gowill you tell me seriously
twistin', burnin', my thoughts turnin'back to you again
sweet thing take me to the end
You better dig
and take a look inside yourself
so the story goes or so I've heard it said
that you left your land to trade for a place
so far away, so out of date
that only you could understand
and at the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1094355547945605722004-09-04T23:38:00.000-04:002004-09-04T23:39:07.946-04:00Forgive me.I'm sorry for being selfish.
the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1094092636318168222004-09-01T22:35:00.000-04:002004-09-01T22:39:18.510-04:00It's new to meSo i fell to another blog fad. Coming up on your right you will notice an addition to the sidebar. This is the chatterbox. Let's chatter.
the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1094086413882405352004-09-01T20:40:00.000-04:002004-09-01T20:53:33.883-04:00talking nonsenseSometimes when we feel like we can't feel,
pain is the only thing that makes us real.
Break it down with the peices i am and
things just don't seem so easy
And this is the last time we'll be friends again.
I'll get over you, you'll wonder who I am.
I may falter but i get back up
from this and that and this one's of
no importance anyway, so worry
about anything but not about me
now im going the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1094003124121583142004-08-31T21:36:00.000-04:002004-08-31T21:45:24.120-04:00Words might betray me
Who doesn't like a red pepper?
the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1093723247180426082004-08-28T15:58:00.000-04:002004-08-28T16:00:47.180-04:00Come on baby, light my fire. I think i used that as a title to a post once before...
I dont really know what to write, I'm just bored. I think i'll go swim or something because it is hot as a sartén in here.
the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1093399938414823522004-08-24T21:47:00.000-04:002004-08-24T22:12:18.416-04:00Feelin itLife is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.
I guess that's why i'm always surprised. I like to think that i know what im gonna get. I try to predict how things will be. And i don't always like what i get. Sometimes i hate it. But i apparently that's the way things must be. I wonder though, are you always getting things the way you want? It sure seems like you the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1093224669763751662004-08-22T21:22:00.000-04:002004-08-22T21:31:09.763-04:00Lesson:So I was cooking some pasta last night, being home alone I needed something quick and easy. And also because I was home alone, I was quite shirtless. So I was setting something down on the stovetop, when my hand hit the handle of a spoon in the saucepan. It was just like in the movies: a big glob of red tomato sauce comes hurtling toward me. I try to jump away, but it's just too late. SPLAT! It the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1093126252522754242004-08-21T18:05:00.000-04:002004-08-21T18:10:52.523-04:00Society.I was walking through the mall today because i had to pick up a ground loop isolator for my car at radio shack and as always, i parked at the completely opposite side of the mall. And as i walked by small throngs of people, i noticed that english speakers are not that far from being outnumbered by those who speak other languages. And it's not just spanish. I passed by a few groups of orientalsthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1093035973802229252004-08-20T16:34:00.000-04:002004-08-20T21:13:37.156-04:00Ok, i think i'm backi'd like to express myself sometimes so I'm going to start writing here again. Just thought i'd give you a heads up.
the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1091503066308394402004-08-02T23:17:00.000-04:002004-08-02T23:17:46.306-04:00Goodbye Blog.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1091410163224719822004-08-01T21:17:00.000-04:002004-08-01T21:29:23.226-04:00now, to free my mindi wish i could play like that mob deep song. the one that goes with the train and the wind. But then the lake wouldnt come back again. And i want the week to do what i want. and i want you to let me be but i couldnt stand it if you did. And so i'll drive my tank past that place where the words cant reach again and we'll climb in and lose ourselves like that time when we were listening to the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1091409431613889462004-08-01T21:06:00.000-04:002004-08-01T21:17:11.613-04:00im backIm back but i dont feel like telling you how my trip went, i tell everyone and it seems like small talk even though i understand that you want to know what my experience is like.
Ah, yes. the experience. mine is different from yours. and yet i wish they were the same. and i'll write this as if you were the only one who reads; sometimes i think you are. But i cant hide my life like this. I the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1090615889524942952004-07-23T16:44:00.000-04:002004-07-23T16:51:29.523-04:00Up, up, and away.After being home for one week, I'm packed and ready to go for another trip. This one involves a 16 hour bus ride down to Miami. This mission trip should be fun. I've done it before, and i had fun last time, so i have good expectations for this time. And God is really challenging me to use my gifts for him. I will be leading music on several occasions this week; I'll play guitar, Daniel will the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1090554615249850702004-07-22T23:48:00.000-04:002004-07-22T23:50:15.250-04:00WhirlwindWell i tasted the forbidden fruit.
the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1090468435883673742004-07-21T23:49:00.000-04:002004-07-21T23:53:55.883-04:00Well i hope you're happy bethany. I have fallen to the "latest trend to shake the blogosphere". So you best fill it out playa.
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Describe me in one word.
7. What was your first impression?
8. Do you still think that way about me now?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1090269237091763682004-07-19T16:28:00.000-04:002004-07-19T16:33:57.090-04:00WEll I'm back. But for a limited time only. I leave again on Friday to go to Miami. Yippee. Atleast this bus ride will be air conditioned and a nighttime flight. that means sleep hopefully. But anyways. Im gonna go swim. I know, that was deep.
the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1089518008810232952004-07-10T23:27:00.000-04:002004-07-10T23:53:28.820-04:00bout to bizzounce.Well im fixin to go on another trip with my homies from church. Goin down to St. Augustine. Thats in Florida. You know, the oldest city in the United States? But at least i'm staying in the country this time. But i guess i need a break. The end. Because im way too tired.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1089259004827890842004-07-07T23:41:00.000-04:002004-07-07T23:56:44.826-04:00In yearning for enlightenmentGushing up out of me, the stream of unconsciousness. And then opens up the all-encompassing void. A moment in time where nothing makes a difference to me, I just AM. A void in my mind into which the emotions rush in: anger, disappointment, elation, pity. But nothing more than the emotions. Then, through the clearing fog, ideas associate themselves with feelings. Memories, hopes. And all I the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1089245880868333092004-07-07T20:14:00.000-04:002004-07-07T20:21:48.006-04:00flashback: part twoSo, back by popular demand, or really it was just the demand of Rachel M., here comes another Flashback!:a post resurrected. Enjoy.
Last August, I wrote:
my question today is: what's with the little light on my vacuum cleaner? i dont know if there's one on everybody's vacuum cleaner but theres this little light that turns on when im vacuuming, sort of like a little headlight. I think its the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1089241907528645942004-07-07T19:10:00.000-04:002004-07-07T19:11:47.526-04:00estoy matando.Music cant even reach me anymore. neither can your words. But what you do tears down everything that i have put up around myself. All my aspirations, idealogies, self serving dreams. the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1089164273471909882004-07-06T21:32:00.000-04:002004-07-06T21:37:53.493-04:00well guys?So tell me, is there enough demand for me to bring back another favorite post from the past? In the meantime, lyrics from a horribly great song, Whirlwind by Dispatch.
a whirlwind came into my life
and it tried to rescue me
will you come, will you go
will you tell me seriously
twistin', burnin', my thoughts turnin'
back to you again
sweet thing take me to the end
You better dig
and take a the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1088794207895642772004-07-02T14:46:00.000-04:002004-07-02T14:52:48.590-04:00flashbackWell before i leave for the weekend to go to atlanta, i thought i would revive a very old rant from my blog back when it was on some other host. I thought this was a relevant post, it's one of those timeless ideas. And if this is successful enough, maybe i will resurrect another of my favorite posts.
You know what bugs me? Toothbrushes. Not the toothbrushes themselves, but the way we deal the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1088703899303705142004-07-01T13:27:00.000-04:002004-07-01T13:44:59.303-04:00Empty.Come on Joshua, blow your horn. Send these walls tumbling down. And I know life's hard when you're told what to dream. But I have grown older and you have grown colder and nothing is very much fun anymore. What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where we used to talk? Life may be hard but it's all a downhill walk. Until you stumble and roll, and roll, in and out of control.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1088563353686838112004-06-29T22:38:00.000-04:002004-06-29T22:42:33.686-04:00all i want is the worldyou can believe me or you can believe the truth.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1088538962155703782004-06-29T15:49:00.000-04:002004-06-29T15:56:02.156-04:00oh, to travelHow much i would love to be somewhere other than here. Europe. Mi destinación finál. the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1088534617024928502004-06-29T14:37:00.000-04:002004-06-29T14:43:37.023-04:00ok guys. time to lay the smack down.So it's not like that many people post comments on what i write here, and that's fine; i dont expect many people to comment because i realize not that many people read this. But the anonymous commenting has got to stop. I mean i see somebody post a comment and i'm just like "who are you?" and i'll never know. It's so much more satisfying for both of us when we know who is talking dont you the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1088308724268585582004-06-26T23:41:00.000-04:002004-06-26T23:58:44.266-04:00And there we wereI wish that we could trade places just for a moment. I would be the confident one, sure of myself and knowing what to do. You would be the clueless one, wandering blindly around, knowing not which step to take or even in what direction you should head.
the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1088220766156602982004-06-25T23:31:00.000-04:002004-06-25T23:32:46.156-04:00woohooWell guys, I finally got a wireless connection to the internet from downstairs, so now i have internet on my super-master computer. So prepare for x rated blogging.
No im really just kidding about the x rated stuff. But this will be cool.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1088104273077746012004-06-24T15:09:00.000-04:002004-06-24T15:21:22.840-04:00ah, resources
wish i had something to grab onto.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1088095887086271432004-06-24T12:39:00.000-04:002004-06-24T12:51:27.086-04:00you are of the earth. i am of the skythat familiar burn. all consuming, painful, but it clears the mind. It makes breathing difficult, the only task that will relieve it. and it's because of you.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1088025323787058552004-06-23T17:10:00.000-04:002004-06-23T17:15:23.786-04:00Well, Pilgrims.I got home last night at 1 in the morning from that place we call Honduras. Quite a trip, though i dont really feel like describing it all that much. I doubt yall care anyways.
Feeling a little disatisfied. Watching the rain and wishing life was more simple. But also glad to be home. I guess right now i just need you to be my friend.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1087258032344706662004-06-14T20:02:00.000-04:002004-06-14T20:10:04.543-04:00Goodbye, America.Well I have to wake up at 3:00 tomorrow morning. Then off to the airport and on my way to Honduras. So yall should email me for me to read when i get back. If you dont i'll be mad. the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1087181814764101892004-06-13T22:48:00.000-04:002004-06-13T22:56:54.766-04:00America.America is still obsessed with conformity and all that crap. And all this TV! its horrible. no wonder the rest of the world has no respect for us. There's so much crap out there and we smother ourselves in it. Stupid. But atleast it is possible to find real people. So im glad that happened. the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1086978099723489852004-06-11T14:20:00.000-04:002004-06-11T14:21:39.723-04:00like woahjust made me some doughnuts. it was a messy endeavor, but for the first time, i think it turned out pretty good. a but greasy, but they taste good. But man try to eat more than four and you'll be feelin it yo. off to eat lunch now.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1086962905649857452004-06-11T10:06:00.000-04:002004-06-11T10:08:25.650-04:00things to comewell folks, im leaving for honduras in four days. about to go shopping for all the supplies we need. they ask us to bring some pretty random stuff. like 15 tongue depressors. and 33 machetes. no im just kidding about the machetes. but anyways im getting excited. yay.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1086738629204964222004-06-08T19:46:00.000-04:002004-06-08T19:50:29.203-04:00the girls' teasing laugter is carrying farther than they know.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1086665202480854762004-06-07T23:20:00.001-04:002004-06-07T23:29:52.406-04:00A burning manThe rise and fall of my sloppy love, the smatterings and splatterings, they'll get you. I'm not the one you were thinking of, maybe you thought i'd call, instead of crashing down your hall.
And sparks will fly in the summer air. Did you pull out of your stall? maybe i'll see you after all.
Life is not to fear; life is to enjoy.
Cause i live my life like a burning man.
And i won't get enough, the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1086550984163490242004-06-06T14:35:00.000-04:002004-06-06T15:43:04.163-04:00
one mighty cool guy.the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1086494383513936202004-06-05T23:37:00.000-04:002004-06-05T23:59:43.513-04:00what a nightso tonight was crazy. rachel and i hung out. it was very nice, we went to wake forest and enjoyed ourselves, then we talked for a while, and ended the night on a good note. But the crazy part came after. As i drove home along 540, i thought it would be nice to stop somewhere and just look at the stars, maybe listen to some music. So at the end of 540, near triangle town center, the road deadthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1086147899936448452004-06-01T23:30:00.000-04:002004-06-01T23:44:59.936-04:00A silence I cant ignore.There's come between us a space a silence a void that i can't bear can't fill on my own. I need the two of us i need the look in your eyes i need the understanding in your voice. I want to taste the salt of your skin. I want you to take advantage of me. and my trust. If only i knew what i really wanted. All i know is that there is something of me that is missing and can't be filled with the burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503212.post-1086038597078706202004-05-31T17:11:00.000-04:002004-05-31T17:23:17.076-04:00It's funny how i'm not a huge fan of the beach anymore. I have nothing against it, but it just doesnt do it for me anymore. I think my home is in the mountains. I never get bored of the mountains, but usually after a few days at the beach, I'm ready to go home. Maybe it's because the beach is so monotonous, so unchanging, so boring. Sure you can go swimming, but you can do that in a mountainthe burrittohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662577769388092607noreply@blogger.com0