it's better to be in chains with friends, than to be in a garden with strangers

 

Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me sometimes, but it's just on the cheek
You pull away so easily

And I still call you, but I get your machine
And I still call you, but I get your machine
And if I'm lucky, I guess, it's your roommate answering
But you're at the bar, or at Gene's

And we go to dinner, but you won't hold my hand
We sit at the same table, but we don't play with our feet
Yeah, we still go to dinner sometimes, but we don't sneak a kiss
When the waitress turns around

And we still watch movies, but we don't share the couch
And we still rent movies, but we don't share the couch
Yeah, we still watch movies sometimes, but you don't lay in my lap
The plot is slow, take a nap

You even stay over, but we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you'll even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you even sleep over sometimes, but we stay in our clothes
I'm only there so you're not alone

And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer
Yeah, you say that I hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer
Yeah, well, maybe I hurt you sometimes, let's contrast and compare
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there

I guess that your truth is just the ghost of your lies
I guess your kind of truth is just the ghost of your lies
Your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies
I see through them all the time

So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk
Yeah, I'm pouring myself some whiskey, I'm gonna get real fucking drunk
I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so so drunk
Pass out, and forget your face by the time I wake up

and so i walk the web in search of love,
but always seem to end up stuck.
i'm finding flaws in everyone.
i've reached the point where all i want,
is to sleep around in hopes that i will catch back up.
we are parallel lines,
were running in circles,
we're never meant to cross.

Voting Info... stolen of course 

No excuses guys!!!

Colorado: 29 days before the election. If the application is received in the mails without a postmark, it must be received within 5 days of the close of registration. That means you only have until October 9th to register! Get on it!

Nebraska: The third Friday before the election (or delivered by 6 p.m. on the second Friday before the election). October 20th, I believe? Whatever, just do it now and get it out of the way.

Utah: 20 days before the election. October 18th.

wyoming, you can register on election day, you must show up at the polls though! Bring an ID!

Researchers at the University of Chicago have calculated the relative carbon intensity of a standard vegan diet in comparison to a US-style carnivorous diet, all the way through from production to processing to distribution to cooking and consumption. An average burger man (that is, not the outsize variety) emits the equivalent of 1.5 tonnes more CO2 every year than the standard vegan. By comparison, were you to trade in your conventional gas-guzzler for a state of the art Prius hybrid, your CO2 savings would amount to little more than one tonne per year.

This may come as a bit of a shock to climate change campaigners. "Stop eating meat" is unlikely to be the favourite slogan of the new Stop Climate Chaos coalition. Even "eat less meat" might not go down too well, even though Compassion in World Farming has produced an utterly compelling explanation - in their report, Global Benefits of Eating Less Meat - of why this really is the way forward.

The basic rule of thumb is that it takes 2kg of feed to produce every kilogram of chicken, 4kg for pork, and at least 7kg for beef. The more meat we eat, the more grain, soya and other feedstuffs we need. So when we hear that the total global meat demand is expected to grow from 209m tonnes in 1997 to around 327m tonnes in 2020, what we have to hold in our mind is all the extra hectares of land required, all the extra water consumed, the extra energy burned, and the extra chemicals applied to grow the requisite amount of feed to produce 327m tonnes of meat.

Only a tiny proportion of those recently alerted to the threat of climate change would make any connection whatsoever between this and the food they eat. These are two entirely different zones of environmental reality - and getting one's head around climate change is proving to be enough of a challenge anyway

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haha my chair is high enough i can swing my legs :)



current trendy diet:
cherry coke, luna bars, and veggie chili










MY PAPER IS ALMOST DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yay!

death cab for cutie last nite was incredible. They are such talented musicians. I wanted them to play all nite, but sadly they didn't. They played enough off the transatantliscism to make me happy. In particular they played my favorite two songs off of it- transatlanticism and tiny vessels. and those made my week. WOO for yummy music. I got to see my brother, he's a dork he was waiting for dcfc to break into postal service, but i had to keep reminding him that we were at a dcfc show and not a postal service show. I really want the new album. oh for when i have money.

So i get this thread, its from the link below. Everyday an author posts a sci-fi short story and i found this one memorable. Most of them are very good. But this one... geeze.

http://www.365tomorrows.com/10/05/conquest/

Foolishly, my people thought the alien ships were asteroids on a collision course. We launched our most deadly weapons into the sky, which exploded harmlessly off the liquid hull of the invaders, raining poison onto our world. Dust flakes on my head as I walked to the sacred ground.

During the ceremony, my younger siblings held me underwater in the pool of our temple, that blue chalice just big enough to immerse my adolescent body. I was arrogant in my new development, confident that I was ready to become an adult. Then, as I let out the last of my held breath, I began to panic; nothing had happened, no painful change, no sudden epiphany, no realization of adulthood, I wasn’t ready, I was going to drown.

There, in the water, hands pressing down on my head my head and flailing limbs, I met death for the first time. I was a frightened child, drinking and choking on water, weakened, desperate, ashamed, tearing and helpless. Hope lost, I stopped, just stopped, and let myself die, lay still, peaceful under the web of my brothers’ hands. It was then I felt the closed slits in my side softly open and I became the water, not breathing with my mouth but with my body, my whole self suffused. I looked up through the shining pool to my siblings, and they were crying, dropping tears of worry and hope into the water, and each droplet spread on the surface, a rippling miracle.

Two days later, the little insectoid robots came, crawled into my home and sawed through the flesh of my family. My uncle, who slept at the doorway, was already dead when I woke up, his vocal cords severed. My father, though, screamed and thrashed, filling his bed with blood as my mother tried to tear the silver bugs off his skin, her fingers severed by their tiny metal blades.

In the pool, gazing up through the water, the faces of my siblings became like stars against the open sky, and in that moment I believed in everything. I lay there, in wonder, my body water, my eyes the open night.

Four days later the stink of blood and dust had us all covering our heads with wet scarves, debris slashing our eyes, the water toxic, the air polluted. Our schools were piles of rubble, mass graves for dead children. My mother held her surviving children in the remains of her bleeding fingers and told us that our lives were coming to an end. We fled, like ants on a hill, scurrying from our homes and schools, but nowhere was safe, and nowhere we could go was better than where they were.

Later, we were blamed for our resistance. If we had just waited, listened calmly while strange shaped ships plummeted from the sky spewing garbled language of conquest. If we had just laid down in the streets, if we had never picked up anything that could have been interpreted to the invaders as a weapon, then the metal bugs would not have crawled into them and tore them apart from the inside. If my people had not built such strange schools, they would not have been mistaken for military barracks, if we had not fought wars amidst ourselves, we would not need to be ruled.

Since the day my siblings lifted me out of the pool, I have never again felt trust so complete. Do not ask again, why I go armed to speak to you. Do not tell me that my people should surrender. Do not accuse me of being irrational till all your own family lay dead, and till your culture is beaten, erased, and chained.

Do not question me, for I know death well, and I will send him to you.

so i totally played hooky today. i realized as i was eating my lunch that i was about to bounce my rent check (not at ALL a good thing). I paniced sent liz a text and finished my lunch. Decided instead of going to political theory that going to the bank to see what i could do was a better idea. The guy that "helped" me was a total jackass and i hope he gets a parking ticket in the near future. He did print off my statement. And transcations that were pending. Figured it all out and realized, yep fuck i'm going to bounce my rent check and only by like 8 bucks too. Had some cash on me, and made a 8 buck deposit. Woo hoo so hopefully i won't bounce my check now. cause that would suck like you have no idea. i'm going to skip my last class tonite cause my teacher annoys me, and i have stuff to do at home. he seriously said this last class "just cause i cross my seven's doesn't mean that you have to. Its a habit i picked up while living in some exotic european country. I've had students do it in the past, they thought they had to because i did" ... FULL OF HIMSELF, and i know american history pretty good. so fuck it. eating stir-fry tofu and haning out at home and working on a paper seems like a much better idea anyways.

HEY look at my icon! its my favorite part of the movie! :)
anyways.

just registered to vote in colorado. (nothing ever happens in wyoming anyways) On my way to becoming mostly coloradion with wyoming roots perhaps?

saw something very disturbing today. pictures of fetus' being aborted, and just fetus' in general. CRAZY ASS PEOPLE!! This summer they marched up and down the 16th street mall claiming they new everything. just cause you have disturbing pictures doesn't mean anything. blah. i'm so grossed out. i'm mostly pro-life, don't get me wrong, but preaching by grotesque pictures is the wrong way to convert people. and i'm pro-choice when it comes to government doings. soooooooooooooooooooo

i have a headache and tons of reading i should have already done. fuck it.

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

My burrito has 41g of fat, and
1105 calories. How about yours?

i could eat there everyday and its really that bad for me?

so a few things:

has history shown us that there can only be polictical change through violence?

has america broken our social contract (hurricane katrina, 9-11)

money is tighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht right now. (meaning i am broke as shit)

also we hired a boy at the coffee shop and he looked very familiar and i couldn't really place it on where, but we talked today for a bit, and i realized that he used to come into the daily brew (my old coffee shop in arvada hell.) and he told me that they were bought out by cafe novo, a roaster here in town. hahahahaha! asses.

hopefully i'll get to see mike this weekend.

weezer tonite!

death cab for cutie next saturday! and i get an additional present of seeing it with my brother! woooO!

and welcome to school ashley, i've got tons of shit to do this week. blah.

omg so i'm a dork. i checked my email today and i got an email that totally reminded me of an experince that happened about six months ago. damnit and i lost the entry. basically it went like this---- met this emo kid at the bus stop at 52 and wadsworth and he asked me what i was listening to and i said thursday, and he was like thursday? I know geoff (the lead singer) he's producing my bands album (the blackout pact). and i was like no way. i didn't believe a word he said, then we started talking about starbucks then the bus came and that was that. i looked the band up online but i didn't find much on them. and today i get this email from thursday.net:

This week marks a very special event for me and the whole Thursday family. The label that I run with some of my best friends, Astromagnetics, is releasing The Blackout Pact's debut record, "Hello Sailor" this week. I had the good fortune to meet this band while they were living on their friends' floors in Brooklyn, NY. The first time I saw them, they reminded me why I play music. Their passion and fire was unstoppable. They plugged in and ripped into the first song and never looked back. I have only had a handful of experiences like that: seeing U2 as a young boy, watching Hot Water Music bleed all over their guitars in a VFW hall, and witnessing Fugazi turn one of NY's biggest club's into a community of social activists in the span of two hours. I feel so lucky to announce that this is the first record that I've produced since My Chemical Romance's debut. Please check them out. I know you will grow to love them as much as I do (and when you get a chance to see them, don't miss out).

so what a small world.

truths:
i am scared of the dark
i forgot my economics book
i am not mean spirited
i would have liked university of denver, even though i tell myself that i would have been miserable
people scare me
i am seeing death cab for cutie on 10/8
i need a ciggratte




lies:
i am brave

I once knew a girl in the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer, all beauty and truth
But in the morning I fled, left a note and it read
"Someday you will be loved"

I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
And as the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved, you'll be loved
Like you never have known
And memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And every time tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
And someday you will be loved

You'll be loved, you'll be loved
Like you never have known
And memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

You'll be loved, you'll be loved
Like you never have known
And memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
Someday you will be loved

whats this all about? Am i actually trying to get to know someone before i decide to stick my tongue down his throat? weird. I think i need more liquor or something. ha.

had lunch with mike, he's cute, and funny. i think i like him. :)

oooo i totally feel like i'm in 7th grade again, i'm writing in my journal about boys. hehehehe. alright.