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Name: Ben Birthday: 3/29/1988 Gender: Male
Interests: insulting President Bush. And generaly being liberal. playing and attempting to write music. trombone, bass, bagpipes, and singing. pick-up sports, hanging out with friends, and demos' soup Expertise: That's a good one. Occupation: Student
Message: message me Website: visit my website AIM: bennysheilds42
Member Since:
12/20/2003
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| i've fallen victim to myspace. i may update this sometime, but don't set yuor watch by it. | | |
| Damn Yankees, Friday and Saturday at 7:00 and Sunday at 2:00 come and see it or terrible things will happen to your pets.
Most of this post will be about the play because if i have any free time, (which i don't) I spend it sleeping. This has probably been the best thing i've done in high school. It made me more outgoing, i've had barrels of fun doing it, and i've become friends with people i've never really talked to much. I haven't been bored for three months now, it's fantastic dare i say fantasmic. I'm not really looking forward to the end of the play, but i can have a social life again. (inwardly chuckles)
ALMOST TIME FOR THE RESURECTION OF ALFRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Iesu Tu Amat | | |
| First off i want to say that heis dead, we laid him to rest tonight. It was a beautiful service, he would have loved it. I know everyone says that about a funeral, but i mean it. The torches added that touch of antiquity that he loved so much. His casket was perfect. It brings back memories of the good times that we had together. I really would like to thank my friends for the support they've given me lately. Some of you have been so supportive and caring, it doesn't go unnoticed, i owe you all alot.
You were born on December 16th. Carried, borne on a Chariot, we journeyed through life. You were steadfast, even As Cities Burn. Now i am left alone, MeWithoutYou. But i swear, Underoath, that you will live once more. I swear it. Now come! Come And Live!
Where have you gone, oh bane of men, and delight of women? Come back to us soon
And now for something completely different:
I'm growing weary of your mercurial changes. Your endless reversals are no longer amusing. Fool your undoing will be far greater than mine, when patience runs dry there is no resevior to refill it. I am not your last resort, i won't be your last resort. Perhaps your fleeting priorities take precedence over baser things, but sooner or later a tiger will get hungry to climb a tree and there will be nothing to stop him once the trust has burned up. I can only be dragged so many places before i decide to leave completely. Make your decision to be honest, know that not everything will go over flawlessly. Do what you want, just don't expect honest help if you shun honesty yourself.
This is perhaps a momentary thing, but it's out there. | | |
| If your profile pic is either; black and white, taken from above your head, or your hair is carefully dishevelled, you don't look cool. You look like every other homogenous teenager in the world. Black and white is not art, above your head is not attractive, and it's obvious that you meant to mess up your hair.
For a while, i stoped caring about fasionable clothing (that is to say i stopped hating it), but i'm getting back into that state. Every body dresses the exact freaking same. I don't care about American Aberpolister, I hate scene clothes. Sure i have a track jacket, and i wear black band shirts, and i also have a pea coat, but that's the extent of it. there is something wrong with guys wearing girls pants. Men are not supposed to be as small and as weak looking as possible. I have some gut on me, but i'd much rather be able lift more than thirty pounds with out geting a hernia, than look like a tooth pick that has just survived a forced death march.
I love hardcore music. I love it, but i hate the scene. I can't stand music that's inspired by sex or simply the desire to look cool. Please mean something with your music. The lyrics to harcore music very often suck. I can't count the number of times i've heard lyrics whose sole purpose is to sound good, but that say absolutely nothing.
I haven't ranted in a long time, this feels good
Currently listening to A Plea For Purging | | |
| A friend is someone who will walk through fire if you need them to, not someone who will walk through fire if you tell them to.
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