I never thought you were the letter writing type
So now I see the words you chose the way you write
So I started to write back about the trees in the snow
And I saw a bird, couldn't see what it was but I thought you'd know
You always surprised me

And when the spring came and flooded all the streams
It's like how you got the night you told me all your dreams
And when the barn roof sagged after an icy bout
It's like how you got when you knew the truth was the only way out
But not the only way

And if I wrote you
If I wrote you
You would know me
And you would not write me again.

We drew our arms around the bastard sons
We never would drink to the chosen ones
Well you know the way I left was not the way I planned
But I thought the world needed love and a steady hand
So I'm steady now

And I'm so happy
I had to tell you
And I love you
And you will not write me again
You will not write me again
...You will not write me again.

Perhaps I am a miscreation
No one knows the truth, there is no future here
And you're the DJ speaks to my insomnia
And laughs at all I have to fear
Laughs at all I have to fear
You always play the madmen poets
Vinyl vision grungy bands
You never know who's still awake
You never know who understands and

Last night we drank in parking lots
And why do we drink? I guess we do it 'cause
And when I turned your station on
You sounded more familiar than that party was
You more familiar than that party
It's the first time I stayed up all night
It's getting light, I hear the birds
I'm driving home on empty streets
I think I put my shirt on backwards

I was out here listening all the time
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there and you found me
I was out here listening all the time

And what's the future, who will choose it?
Politics of love and music
Underdogs who turn the tables
Indie versus major labels
There's so much to see through
Like our parents do more drugs than we do
Oh...

Corporate parents, corporate towns
I know every TV set that has them lit
They preach that I should save the world
They pray that I won't do a better job of it
Pray that I won't do a better job
So tonight I turned your station on just so I'd be understood
Instead another voice said I was just too late
And just no good...

I am calling, can you hear this?
I was out here listening all the time
And I will write this down
and then I will not be alone again, yeah
I was out here listening
Oh yeah, I was out here listening
Oh yeah, I am out here listening all the time

why do people feel the need to try and be something they're not? it makes it worse when they try to be something bad, because it's insulting to the people who actually live like that. you don't fucking choose a reputation like that. it's pathetic. if it happens to you, yeah. it sucks. but you don't go looking for shit like that.

wow you guys. haven't updated this thing 'right hurr' for a while. maybe i'll start using it again. i don't like xanga anymore, it fucks up all the time.

anyway.. (hi max ) well i'm at my cousin's right now. and it's almost time for dinner. gotta go home soon, too. just harassed some of my cuz's friends and they all wanna kill me now. [7th grade. no real threat..]

gotta go eat dinner. just baked cookies, too. shit. i think they're burning. anyone wanna go to the mall friday? ehh w/e. we'll get there. "later gators"
-emmy

this entry is dedicated to my prep-drummer, Krrap. here ya go krrapy:

I hate mosquitoes.
I hate people bumping into me.
I hate Fong.
I hate hot weather. (unless it involves the beach)
I hate you.
I hate prudes.
I hate hypocritical people.
I hate deep, dark water.
I hate Christina.
I hate Kevin.
I hate sillystring in my eyes.
I hate boring days.
I hate short nights.
I hate cold water.
I hate zippers getting stuck.
I hate when they don't let school out for snow.
I hate mashed potatoes.
I hate orange.
I hate buzzing guitar strings.
I hate people who stalk me.
I hate George Bush.
I hate democracy.
I hate the smell of amonia.
I hate stubbing my toe.
I hate your mom more than you.
I hate tootsie rolls.
I hate Christina more than your mom.
I hate squawking chickens.
I hate shitting goats.
I hate brainless, drooling idiots.
I hate doggy bags.
I hate being hungry.
and most of all...I hate John Smith. He liked that ugly, big footed Poccahontas girl. Wtf was up with that? Man...

Disclaimer: **if you are strongly offended in any way by the word "hate", please feel free to replace with "dislike". thank you**

What Finding Nemo Character are You?
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You represent... hope.
You enjoy being creative and don't
mind being alone at times. You have certain goals, and
know what you're not... even if that's what other people want you to be. You don't lose faith.


What feeling do you represent?
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You're the loving smile,the one that is entirely
devoted to others,especially that one
person.You really can't get them out of your
head,but then,you don't really want to.


What Kind of Smile are You?
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hug from behind - you like to feel what the other
person is feeling and see things how they see
them.


What Sign of Affection Are You?

you're fuck.


What swear word are you?
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