Your love for me is not debatable
Your sexual appetite's insatiable
You never ever make me waitable
Delectable, inflatable you.
You don't have problems with your weight at all
You never steal food off my plate at all
I never have to masturbate at all
Unstoppable, inflatable you.
You never seem to menstruate at all
So you're not angry when I'm late at all
I feel permanently felatable
Unpoppable, inflatable you.
With you in my arms I feel we could just fly away
With the right kind of gas I might even try it some day
In this ocean of life I'm never afraid we might drown
We could just float forever whatever the weather
Whenever my inflatable lover's around.
Your thighs and buttocks are so holdable
You always do what you are toldable
And if we argue you just foldable
Controllable consolable you.
My mates all reckon you are suitable
I took you around to watch the footable
And Steve and Gary said you're rootable
Commutable, refutable you.
You're never sensitive or tickley
When I rub you my skin goes prickerly
It's know an static electricity
Felicity when I'm kissing you.
Your skin is so smooth "I couldn't afford you with hair
You have all the holes real girls have got plus one for the air
Your problems are simple, I don't need my Masters in Psych
To know if you get down I just perk you right up
With a couple of squirts from the pump off my bike.
You never wake up when I snore at all
A trait which I find quite adorable
You have a box and you are storable
Ignorable, back-doorable you.
Any sexual position's feasible
Although you don't bend at the knees at all
Your hooters are so firm and squeezable
Increasable, un-creasable you.
You don't complain about my hairy back
Or about the inches that downstairs I lack
You're not disgusted by my furry crack
Burt Bacharach, Jack Kerouac ooo.
Now birth control is not an issue
I clean it all up with a tissue
I bet my jealous friend all wish you
Were insatiably inflatably theirs.
Don’t let me down.
Don’t let me down.
Don’t let me down.
And I won’t let you down.
guess who its by
Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
light a way-he is we
The morning’s here, and we’re still caught up in the night.
The sky was clear, and everything felt right.
Our time is short, but I’m sure I’ll see you soon.
We’ll take another walk along the bridge, and underneath the moon.
What a find, If I could I’d hit rewind and replay.
All the moments that I wished, I could’ve called you mine.
And tonight, I pray.
Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home,
Back to him.
A night away, and we’ve got a few to go.
And I’ve mastered the art of missing, and my smile lacks a glow.
That you showed me how to shine that very night.
We were entwined, Oh God how I wish you were mine.
And tonight, I pray.
Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home,
Back to him.
Bring me back to him.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my heart you choose to keep.
And if I die before I wake, all of me is yours to take.
If I don’t see you again, It’d take all I have within.
Maybe I’ll just stay awake, I think I’ll just stay awake.
Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home,
Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home.
The sky was clear, and everything felt right.
Our time is short, but I’m sure I’ll see you soon.
We’ll take another walk along the bridge, and underneath the moon.
What a find, If I could I’d hit rewind and replay.
All the moments that I wished, I could’ve called you mine.
And tonight, I pray.
Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home,
Back to him.
A night away, and we’ve got a few to go.
And I’ve mastered the art of missing, and my smile lacks a glow.
That you showed me how to shine that very night.
We were entwined, Oh God how I wish you were mine.
And tonight, I pray.
Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home,
Back to him.
Bring me back to him.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my heart you choose to keep.
And if I die before I wake, all of me is yours to take.
If I don’t see you again, It’d take all I have within.
Maybe I’ll just stay awake, I think I’ll just stay awake.
Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home,
Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
what is the secret to your soul?
thats one question thats been on my mind. what is so special about you, that makes you who you are? your secrets, and your not so secret secrets. the things you choose to say, but also the stuff you hide from others. these are some of the things i think about.
"And for all of the sweet loving that
I have received
In the sun in the rain
By the moon by the sea
There is one time that I'm thinking of
One time where one woman
Did knock me off my feet
And my knees were shaking
And my jaw was dropping
And my eyes were squinting
And my smile was growing
And my pants were bulging
And my hands were sweating
And my chest was beating
So I cry 'excuse me,
What is the secret to your soul?'"
holy shit, you piss me off so much i just punched a wall. it wasnt hard enough to go through it, but if you start up again i fuckin will.
i need to get away from here, now. NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
im to pissed off to blog now. bitch
D
"And for all of the sweet loving that
I have received
In the sun in the rain
By the moon by the sea
There is one time that I'm thinking of
One time where one woman
Did knock me off my feet
And my knees were shaking
And my jaw was dropping
And my eyes were squinting
And my smile was growing
And my pants were bulging
And my hands were sweating
And my chest was beating
So I cry 'excuse me,
What is the secret to your soul?'"
holy shit, you piss me off so much i just punched a wall. it wasnt hard enough to go through it, but if you start up again i fuckin will.
i need to get away from here, now. NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
im to pissed off to blog now. bitch
D
Saturday, March 20, 2010
FUCK!!!!!
ok, just so you know, this is one of those blogs i talked about a while ago. the ones where you dont tell HER what im saying.
this is just something i need to get off my chest. lately, ive started worrying that i will start drifting apart from some of my closest mates, because *** wants to spend time with them, and would feel to awkward with me around. well i realised that today a sacraficed spending time with MY friends so that *** could have a good time, because if i was there, she would feel to umcomfortable, even though she dumped me, ages ago, after only a week.
i am over it, but it feels as though she isnt. why? is there something ive missed here, in the translation from the crazy, fucked up and impossible to understand chick language, to guy language, the only one i know? what the hell is happening?
i hate feeling like this, and i know its not intentional, because shes not that big a bitch. but maybe i dont know her aswell as i thought.
like today, i could have spent time with some friends, but decided not to because she would be there, and i didnt want to ruin the day. i barely EVER spend time with these guys, and i sacrificed this one chance for a stupid reason. what the hell is wrong with me? right, i already know. EVERYTHING!!!
fuck you! <-----not directed at anyone in particular, just fuck you!
well im out, i rekon ill break down at any time, so bye
D
this is just something i need to get off my chest. lately, ive started worrying that i will start drifting apart from some of my closest mates, because *** wants to spend time with them, and would feel to awkward with me around. well i realised that today a sacraficed spending time with MY friends so that *** could have a good time, because if i was there, she would feel to umcomfortable, even though she dumped me, ages ago, after only a week.
i am over it, but it feels as though she isnt. why? is there something ive missed here, in the translation from the crazy, fucked up and impossible to understand chick language, to guy language, the only one i know? what the hell is happening?
i hate feeling like this, and i know its not intentional, because shes not that big a bitch. but maybe i dont know her aswell as i thought.
like today, i could have spent time with some friends, but decided not to because she would be there, and i didnt want to ruin the day. i barely EVER spend time with these guys, and i sacrificed this one chance for a stupid reason. what the hell is wrong with me? right, i already know. EVERYTHING!!!
fuck you! <-----not directed at anyone in particular, just fuck you!
well im out, i rekon ill break down at any time, so bye
D
Friday, March 19, 2010
another hate list.....i hate...
***** ******
the way i blame ***** ****** for most things
shitty weekends
shitty people
M.E
wasting money like that
not being able to fix things
my vivid imagination
how i always say something stupid, it never fails
everything about M.E
not knowing
that i have to pretend
not giving things a chance
having regrets
***** ******'s everything
the fact im to lazy to finish this stupid list
D
the way i blame ***** ****** for most things
shitty weekends
shitty people
M.E
wasting money like that
not being able to fix things
my vivid imagination
how i always say something stupid, it never fails
everything about M.E
not knowing
that i have to pretend
not giving things a chance
having regrets
***** ******'s everything
the fact im to lazy to finish this stupid list
D
why?
ihavnt blogged for a few days. i just couldnt think of anything i wanted to say, so i didnt do any.
im in the best mood today, no idea why. i feel keen for something, but nothing good is happening to me. as usual. im not really overly keen for the weekend, im gettin a new hair cut tomorrow (seems everyone is doin that around this time, weird) and possibly hangin out with some people in moruya afterwards. but im not sure yet, something about me not gettina an answer seems to be stopping me. fuck it, maybe ill just go, who cares ay?
ive been listening to the best music lately, **** has got me goin to some dance music. i dont know why i love it, maybe because not only can i hear the music, i can also feel it at the same time. not emotionally (im dead inside i seem to remember someone telling me) but physically. i love the bass notes shaking EVERYTHING including the house. pretty sure Tik Tok by Midnight Beast is a fair awsome song, even i get up and dance to it, and i HATE dancing soooooo much, even at the formal it was a near impossible task to get me to dance......although, i did get up and go, with persuasion from the right people.
ive told 3 people one of my biggest problem now. one of them wouldnt remember it, because it was ages ago and she doesnt care, and the other two seem to underestimate how bad it really is. im not blogging this ok, so if you must know then ask me. i guess i can trust a few people.
people dont seem to pay attention to the things i do. i noticed this with one person the other week. we dont exactly hang out or anything, but still, youve seen me infront of the school/year before doin the whole making noises that are in the same tune with the music, you know, singing? but yeh, who cares about me right, im to low on the popularity food chain to have people pay much attention to me. and im fine with that.
i really hate ***** ******, you have no idea how much. you wont ever guess who ***** ****** is, so dont even bother.
ouch, my head hurts from havin a mini mosh in my room listening to music up loud, moving and dancing around because im in a fucked up mood and im a very strange person. dont like it? yeh, well your not the first person not to like me.
we talked again today.
i shall look very different on monday at school. not myself. YAY just who i wanted to be!
my finger is sore from playing bass, i was trying to figure out this song that had a retarded tab. i think its right now, well some of it.
we all love you *****, just remember that. and you too ****, and ****. your great people :)
you on the other hand are not! your fuckin stupid and i hate you. still you wont guess who, so dont bother.
GO FUCK YOURSELF, I AM SO SICK OF YOU AND WHAT YOUR DOIN!!!!!!
sorry, had to say that. its not directed at anyone in particular, just a general thing.
well, ive blogged. youve read. have fun? yeh, either did i. ohwell, maybe next time ay?
D
im in the best mood today, no idea why. i feel keen for something, but nothing good is happening to me. as usual. im not really overly keen for the weekend, im gettin a new hair cut tomorrow (seems everyone is doin that around this time, weird) and possibly hangin out with some people in moruya afterwards. but im not sure yet, something about me not gettina an answer seems to be stopping me. fuck it, maybe ill just go, who cares ay?
ive been listening to the best music lately, **** has got me goin to some dance music. i dont know why i love it, maybe because not only can i hear the music, i can also feel it at the same time. not emotionally (im dead inside i seem to remember someone telling me) but physically. i love the bass notes shaking EVERYTHING including the house. pretty sure Tik Tok by Midnight Beast is a fair awsome song, even i get up and dance to it, and i HATE dancing soooooo much, even at the formal it was a near impossible task to get me to dance......although, i did get up and go, with persuasion from the right people.
ive told 3 people one of my biggest problem now. one of them wouldnt remember it, because it was ages ago and she doesnt care, and the other two seem to underestimate how bad it really is. im not blogging this ok, so if you must know then ask me. i guess i can trust a few people.
people dont seem to pay attention to the things i do. i noticed this with one person the other week. we dont exactly hang out or anything, but still, youve seen me infront of the school/year before doin the whole making noises that are in the same tune with the music, you know, singing? but yeh, who cares about me right, im to low on the popularity food chain to have people pay much attention to me. and im fine with that.
i really hate ***** ******, you have no idea how much. you wont ever guess who ***** ****** is, so dont even bother.
ouch, my head hurts from havin a mini mosh in my room listening to music up loud, moving and dancing around because im in a fucked up mood and im a very strange person. dont like it? yeh, well your not the first person not to like me.
we talked again today.
i shall look very different on monday at school. not myself. YAY just who i wanted to be!
my finger is sore from playing bass, i was trying to figure out this song that had a retarded tab. i think its right now, well some of it.
we all love you *****, just remember that. and you too ****, and ****. your great people :)
you on the other hand are not! your fuckin stupid and i hate you. still you wont guess who, so dont bother.
GO FUCK YOURSELF, I AM SO SICK OF YOU AND WHAT YOUR DOIN!!!!!!
sorry, had to say that. its not directed at anyone in particular, just a general thing.
well, ive blogged. youve read. have fun? yeh, either did i. ohwell, maybe next time ay?
D
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
dear followers....
i got bored and decided to make one of the formspring thingos ive seen people with. go here www.formspring.me/dylansdraper and ask me any question, i will answer it truthfully, and you will remin anonymous, 100%
try it, you might enjoy yourself
D
try it, you might enjoy yourself
D
the best i can do....
what can i say, i guess the best i can do just isnt good enough. shame though, it would have been nice. it could have been anyway
good guys always get the shitty end of the stick. they try their best and all they have to show for it is a crappy bit of wood and a bad smell. the worst part is, theyre to nice to do anything about it
i cant blog right now, i seriously cant think of anything to say, so ill leave you with a song, again, cos thats what i do
Down For The Count-Bowling for Soup
(Ladies and Gentlemen!
In this corner, weighing in at 131 pounds...
I'm sorry, correction, 126 pounds,
It's the girl that broke my heart!
Isn't she lovely folks?
Just look at that smile!
Draws me in every time...)
Someone call a medic, cause I think she's gonna strike again,
She slammed down the phone and gave the finger to the nightstand,
That holds the picture in the heart-shaped frame we bought at Target,
Yes I think we got a problem but I can't put my finger on it.
It seems like you told me I'm in over my head,
But all I remember is making out constantly,
If I don't get out then I'll probably end up dead,
She's the undisputed champ of my world.
Down for the count,
Over and out,
Toss in the towel cause she really got the best of me.
I can't hang around,
get kicked while I'm down,
What was that sound? I just wish, the f-ing bell would ring.
(Let's get ready for verse number two!)
The message on the cell says she's wating on the call for me,
To tell her that I'm sorry, I can come back if I crawl.
But I got bad knees, and I can't say that I'm sorry,
'Cept I'm sorry that I met you, now my guard's up and I'm fightin' dirty.
(Wooh!)
It seems like you told me I'm in over my head,
But all I remember is making out constantly,
If I don't get out then I'll probably end up dead,
She's the undisputed champ of my world.
Down for the count,
Over and out,
Toss in the towel cause she really got the best of me.
I can't hang around,
get kicked while I'm down,
What was that sound? I just wish, the f-ing bell would ring.
(Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten! Knockout!)
It seems like you told me I'm in over my head,
But all I remember is making out constantly,
If I don't get out then I'll probably end up dead,
She's the undisputed champ of my world.
Undisputed champ of my world, and I'm begging to be
Down for the count,
Over and out,
Toss in the towel cause she really got the best of me.
I can't hang around,
get kicked while I'm down,
What was that sound? I just wish, the f-ing bell would ring.
[Dial Tone]
[Numbers being pressed]
Singer's voice: "Hey there, it's Jared, you've called my cell phone, and I-"
(Please enter your password)
[Numbers being pressed]
(You have 12 unheard messages. First message)
Girl's voice: "Hey it's me. Look, it's been three days, and I'm still waiting for an apology. I'm really getting sick of it. Then again, I should expect this from you. My mom was right, you are a loser. Why can't you just call me back? Just call me back! I mean, it's not that hard to pick up the phone and just say hello! I just wanted to talk to you! Forget it, I'm done. Loser!"
(To erase this message, press seven. To-)
(Message erased.)
good guys always get the shitty end of the stick. they try their best and all they have to show for it is a crappy bit of wood and a bad smell. the worst part is, theyre to nice to do anything about it
i cant blog right now, i seriously cant think of anything to say, so ill leave you with a song, again, cos thats what i do
Down For The Count-Bowling for Soup
(Ladies and Gentlemen!
In this corner, weighing in at 131 pounds...
I'm sorry, correction, 126 pounds,
It's the girl that broke my heart!
Isn't she lovely folks?
Just look at that smile!
Draws me in every time...)
Someone call a medic, cause I think she's gonna strike again,
She slammed down the phone and gave the finger to the nightstand,
That holds the picture in the heart-shaped frame we bought at Target,
Yes I think we got a problem but I can't put my finger on it.
It seems like you told me I'm in over my head,
But all I remember is making out constantly,
If I don't get out then I'll probably end up dead,
She's the undisputed champ of my world.
Down for the count,
Over and out,
Toss in the towel cause she really got the best of me.
I can't hang around,
get kicked while I'm down,
What was that sound? I just wish, the f-ing bell would ring.
(Let's get ready for verse number two!)
The message on the cell says she's wating on the call for me,
To tell her that I'm sorry, I can come back if I crawl.
But I got bad knees, and I can't say that I'm sorry,
'Cept I'm sorry that I met you, now my guard's up and I'm fightin' dirty.
(Wooh!)
It seems like you told me I'm in over my head,
But all I remember is making out constantly,
If I don't get out then I'll probably end up dead,
She's the undisputed champ of my world.
Down for the count,
Over and out,
Toss in the towel cause she really got the best of me.
I can't hang around,
get kicked while I'm down,
What was that sound? I just wish, the f-ing bell would ring.
(Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten! Knockout!)
It seems like you told me I'm in over my head,
But all I remember is making out constantly,
If I don't get out then I'll probably end up dead,
She's the undisputed champ of my world.
Undisputed champ of my world, and I'm begging to be
Down for the count,
Over and out,
Toss in the towel cause she really got the best of me.
I can't hang around,
get kicked while I'm down,
What was that sound? I just wish, the f-ing bell would ring.
[Dial Tone]
[Numbers being pressed]
Singer's voice: "Hey there, it's Jared, you've called my cell phone, and I-"
(Please enter your password)
[Numbers being pressed]
(You have 12 unheard messages. First message)
Girl's voice: "Hey it's me. Look, it's been three days, and I'm still waiting for an apology. I'm really getting sick of it. Then again, I should expect this from you. My mom was right, you are a loser. Why can't you just call me back? Just call me back! I mean, it's not that hard to pick up the phone and just say hello! I just wanted to talk to you! Forget it, I'm done. Loser!"
(To erase this message, press seven. To-)
(Message erased.)
Sunday, March 14, 2010
my little rantation for tonight
i guess ive figured out recently its just easier to pretend to be happy and that youve moved on from past sich-e-ations then to show how you really feel.
theres one thing that only one person knows about me, and i regret telling her because of the way things turned out. she probably doesnt remember because lets face it. anything i say about myself isnt important. you could ask me if you wanted, but i cant guarantee the real answer. i might lie, or just not say anything about it. if the person who ive told this to has started reading my blog, i have to say.....eh, whats the point, your not reading, talk to me on msn or some shit if you are, but i doubt you care enough to venture to this page or remember the huge thing about myself i told you.
i need to find something to do on weekends instead of just wallowing around the house. im so bored, and i cant find anything i want to do. i need to call the tennis dude, that might help.
"men dont actually get impotent. its just our way of saying "i dont want to fuck you" ok?"
not sure where i heard that, or if i thought of it myself and just cant remember, but all i do remember is i laughed at that
i hate computers, but love some of the things you can do with them. music editing <3 photo editing, hacking. oooo i wanna be a hacker so bad, fuck up some shit, but im not smart enough to be one.
one thing that cheers me up (well, relitivly) is music, especially Bowling For Soup. i love them with a passion. ive realised they have a fair number of love songs. cool, mixing soppy, funny, and pure awsomeness into one band. how do they do it?
i was talkin to slut (im only sayin that cos not many people know who that actually is and i hate naming names, and im not being cruel to him, HIM not her) and now i wanna maybe get my ear pierced, like i was thinkin about a while ago. and i need to change my hair, i hate it that much, i need it cut and straightened.
wow, today went by so bloody slow. lying in bed for what felt like 5 hours, turned out it was only 1. i thought id end up getting out of bed at around 1, 2 oclock, but i actually woke up at 10. shit was i wrong. my perception of time is goin weird as of late.
i was hoping to go to sydney to get my certificate 1 in event management this weekend, but wasnt invited. which totally sucks, cos so far thats one of the only things i wanna do when i leave school. organising shit like Byron Bay Blues Fest, shit that would be soooooo good.
FUCK YOU!!!!!!!
sorry, i seem to be experiencing a case of finger terrets
hmm, i guess i cant blog much more and im sure of youve made to this point in my blog your bored by now. bye
D
theres one thing that only one person knows about me, and i regret telling her because of the way things turned out. she probably doesnt remember because lets face it. anything i say about myself isnt important. you could ask me if you wanted, but i cant guarantee the real answer. i might lie, or just not say anything about it. if the person who ive told this to has started reading my blog, i have to say.....eh, whats the point, your not reading, talk to me on msn or some shit if you are, but i doubt you care enough to venture to this page or remember the huge thing about myself i told you.
i need to find something to do on weekends instead of just wallowing around the house. im so bored, and i cant find anything i want to do. i need to call the tennis dude, that might help.
"men dont actually get impotent. its just our way of saying "i dont want to fuck you" ok?"
not sure where i heard that, or if i thought of it myself and just cant remember, but all i do remember is i laughed at that
i hate computers, but love some of the things you can do with them. music editing <3 photo editing, hacking. oooo i wanna be a hacker so bad, fuck up some shit, but im not smart enough to be one.
one thing that cheers me up (well, relitivly) is music, especially Bowling For Soup. i love them with a passion. ive realised they have a fair number of love songs. cool, mixing soppy, funny, and pure awsomeness into one band. how do they do it?
i was talkin to slut (im only sayin that cos not many people know who that actually is and i hate naming names, and im not being cruel to him, HIM not her) and now i wanna maybe get my ear pierced, like i was thinkin about a while ago. and i need to change my hair, i hate it that much, i need it cut and straightened.
wow, today went by so bloody slow. lying in bed for what felt like 5 hours, turned out it was only 1. i thought id end up getting out of bed at around 1, 2 oclock, but i actually woke up at 10. shit was i wrong. my perception of time is goin weird as of late.
i was hoping to go to sydney to get my certificate 1 in event management this weekend, but wasnt invited. which totally sucks, cos so far thats one of the only things i wanna do when i leave school. organising shit like Byron Bay Blues Fest, shit that would be soooooo good.
FUCK YOU!!!!!!!
sorry, i seem to be experiencing a case of finger terrets
hmm, i guess i cant blog much more and im sure of youve made to this point in my blog your bored by now. bye
D
Friday, March 12, 2010
sooner or later its just over
im bored so i thought id blog again, since ally seems to require my blogging.
shit, i named names, ohwell. i wont do it again.
im listening to music still. guess who? i love em, theyre so good
one of my mates came out of his study period with 'i <3 ***' written four times on his arms, and in one case it became a scar. well, it could be a scar. it dug in. hahahaha, you may be like "ohhh is something goin on between them?" no, hes not into her and shes just a huge flirt. well, he tells me nothings goin on so a believe him. i dont care either way, just thought id clear things up for you people
im so bored right now. i cant wait till carroll day though, should be doin some songs with afew mates. yes, im talking about playing music infront of people, like we bloody music students do. and yes, we may take some time off class. big woop. do you want to be entertained?
i can faintly hear some form of music comming from my laptop, in between the songs played on my much louder music from my stereo.
im not sure what is happening to me lately, i feel weird. not good, not bad, just fucked up and it feels as though somethings wrong but i have no idea what.
"i dont wanna get inside your mind or your pants
i dont wanna waste my time with love and romance
i just want my next ex girlfriend"
oh, and by the way ****, i lied the other day when i told you that thing. i do, but im pretending not to to make it easier for other people
i figured out what that music was, it was on some random website i was using to find lyrics.
if your readng this feel free to leave a comment or say hi, what ever. punch me, slap me, if you feel you need to. hahaha am i kidding? who knows but me
i hate starting the conversations all the time, so im not doin that anymore. if 'you' want to talk to me then talk to me, if not then we just wont talk anymore.
ummm what else? ohh, my back hurts. like, alot. seriously. fuck man, no matter what i do it hurts, im so sick of it. stupid school, stress and life. i have knots in my back and my neck muscles are so tense because i physically cant relax. i dont know what it is.
swivel chairs are fun, until you fall off, like i did before. :( i landed funny on the legs somehow. theyre mae of metal, so you know its gunna hurt. i have a pain in my hip where i landed. no bruise or anything yet. but give it time. its funny how when you fall everythings in slow-mo, and your just thinking "holy crap im falling! what do i do? put my arm out? just hit the ground? can i grab something to stop my fall?" SMACK
i dont like people not telling me shit, when they say something and go 'nah, i dont wanna say'
not they cant say, they dont wanna
well, im bored now, cya. remember, say hi, comment, whatever, if you want
D
shit, i named names, ohwell. i wont do it again.
im listening to music still. guess who? i love em, theyre so good
one of my mates came out of his study period with 'i <3 ***' written four times on his arms, and in one case it became a scar. well, it could be a scar. it dug in. hahahaha, you may be like "ohhh is something goin on between them?" no, hes not into her and shes just a huge flirt. well, he tells me nothings goin on so a believe him. i dont care either way, just thought id clear things up for you people
im so bored right now. i cant wait till carroll day though, should be doin some songs with afew mates. yes, im talking about playing music infront of people, like we bloody music students do. and yes, we may take some time off class. big woop. do you want to be entertained?
i can faintly hear some form of music comming from my laptop, in between the songs played on my much louder music from my stereo.
im not sure what is happening to me lately, i feel weird. not good, not bad, just fucked up and it feels as though somethings wrong but i have no idea what.
"i dont wanna get inside your mind or your pants
i dont wanna waste my time with love and romance
i just want my next ex girlfriend"
oh, and by the way ****, i lied the other day when i told you that thing. i do, but im pretending not to to make it easier for other people
i figured out what that music was, it was on some random website i was using to find lyrics.
if your readng this feel free to leave a comment or say hi, what ever. punch me, slap me, if you feel you need to. hahaha am i kidding? who knows but me
i hate starting the conversations all the time, so im not doin that anymore. if 'you' want to talk to me then talk to me, if not then we just wont talk anymore.
ummm what else? ohh, my back hurts. like, alot. seriously. fuck man, no matter what i do it hurts, im so sick of it. stupid school, stress and life. i have knots in my back and my neck muscles are so tense because i physically cant relax. i dont know what it is.
swivel chairs are fun, until you fall off, like i did before. :( i landed funny on the legs somehow. theyre mae of metal, so you know its gunna hurt. i have a pain in my hip where i landed. no bruise or anything yet. but give it time. its funny how when you fall everythings in slow-mo, and your just thinking "holy crap im falling! what do i do? put my arm out? just hit the ground? can i grab something to stop my fall?" SMACK
i dont like people not telling me shit, when they say something and go 'nah, i dont wanna say'
not they cant say, they dont wanna
well, im bored now, cya. remember, say hi, comment, whatever, if you want
D
Thursday, March 11, 2010
high school never ends-bowling for soup
havnt got a real post right now, but ill do one later. i just like this song. theres a link at the bottom of the post, check it out
HEY!
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
HEY!
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
HEY!
4 Years you think for sure
That's all you've got to endure
All the (total dicks)
All the Stuck-up Chicks
So superficial, so immature
Then When you graduate,
Ya take a look around and you say "Hey Wait!"
This is the same as where I just came from,
I thought it was over, Aw that's just great.
Chorus:
The Whole Damn World is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and (who's having sex)
Who‘s got the money. Who (gets the honeys)
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High School Never Ends
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
HEY!
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
HEY!
Check out the popular kids
You'll never guess what Jessica did!
And how did Mary Kate (lose all that weight?)
And (Katie had a baby so I guess Tom's straight!)
And the only thing that matters,
Is climbing up that social ladder
Still care about your hair and the car you drive
Doesn't matter if you're 16 or 35
Reese Witherspoon, she's the Prom Queen
Bill Gates, Captain of the chess team
Jack Black, the clown
Brad Pitt, the quarterback
Seen it all before I want my money back!
Chorus:
The Whole (damn) World is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and (who's having sex)
Who's (in the club and who's on the drugs)
(And who's throwin up before they digest)
And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
(And you still listen to the same shit you did back then)
High School Never Ends
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
High School Never Ends
Chorus:
The Whole Damn World is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and (who's having sex)
Who‘s got the money. Who (gets the honeys)
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And I still don't have the right look
And I still have the same 3 friends
And I'm pretty much - the same as - I was back then(hold en)
High School Never Ends
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
High School Never Ends
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
High School Never Ends
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
Here We Go Again
Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh-Oh
ive youve never heard of bowling for soup, you need a serious musical education
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IRs7e58dsY
HEY!
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
HEY!
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
HEY!
4 Years you think for sure
That's all you've got to endure
All the (total dicks)
All the Stuck-up Chicks
So superficial, so immature
Then When you graduate,
Ya take a look around and you say "Hey Wait!"
This is the same as where I just came from,
I thought it was over, Aw that's just great.
Chorus:
The Whole Damn World is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and (who's having sex)
Who‘s got the money. Who (gets the honeys)
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High School Never Ends
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
HEY!
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
HEY!
Check out the popular kids
You'll never guess what Jessica did!
And how did Mary Kate (lose all that weight?)
And (Katie had a baby so I guess Tom's straight!)
And the only thing that matters,
Is climbing up that social ladder
Still care about your hair and the car you drive
Doesn't matter if you're 16 or 35
Reese Witherspoon, she's the Prom Queen
Bill Gates, Captain of the chess team
Jack Black, the clown
Brad Pitt, the quarterback
Seen it all before I want my money back!
Chorus:
The Whole (damn) World is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and (who's having sex)
Who's (in the club and who's on the drugs)
(And who's throwin up before they digest)
And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
(And you still listen to the same shit you did back then)
High School Never Ends
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
High School Never Ends
Chorus:
The Whole Damn World is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and (who's having sex)
Who‘s got the money. Who (gets the honeys)
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And I still don't have the right look
And I still have the same 3 friends
And I'm pretty much - the same as - I was back then(hold en)
High School Never Ends
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
High School Never Ends
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
High School Never Ends
Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh
Here We Go Again
Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh-Oh
ive youve never heard of bowling for soup, you need a serious musical education
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IRs7e58dsY
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
dont even know anymore
ehhh, i just have no idea about.....stuff. the fact i started this blog for a particular reason and got to ld to stop is annoying.
i found out im not the only one who falls of their chair. its very common, especially in this world where chairs are rising up against us and over throwing humans everywhere.
my back and neck hurt, so anyone who's good at massages feel free to lend me your hands for a while, i could use some help here.
i love bowling for soup
two of my mates got propositioned for a threesome today and yesterday. god thats funny. it was only a joke, and i laughed. but one of the girls involved seems to like putting these ideas into my friends heads, like the time she said to one of them "Hey ******, theres a party in my pants, but only ***** invited. You can watch if you want though" hahahahahahahahaha
ehhh, photos today. i hate pictures of me, i always seem to be pulling a funny face, even when im not trying to, i just look funny. and i should have gotten a hair cut
i have light in my room again!!! granted, i did steel the lamp thing from the lounge room, and it has alot of bugs in it which give off a less then lovely aroma when the light is turned up (cos it has a dimmer function cos that how we roll in this house)
ive been hearing about someone having a few options. i wish i had options like that. not the guys, but female options. would be nice. ohwell.
hmm, im bored, and a certain song came on again. its an annoying song because its a favourite of someones. good song though, so ill not think about anything other than that
my name is Dylan Draper, and i am....a falloffachair-aholic. its been one week since my last fall from a chair, but i have a feeling i might relapse soon and topple over.
i havnt talked to the person i never thought i ever talk to (look through previous blogs for more info) although i did see him when i was in moruya the other week, said hi, then just sat in the same room with no communication other then the occasional look.
i still dont know what to talk about in my blogs anymore.
theres a few friends who have been sad lately. i hate seeing that. and when one of them was crying today, i was crying on the inside for her. i hope my little hug was enough to cheer her up, even a tiny bit. shes my newest friend, but still i feel close to her. :)
well, i dont really have much else to blog about tonight, might go again tomorrow, if i can think of stuff to write. bu-bye
D
i found out im not the only one who falls of their chair. its very common, especially in this world where chairs are rising up against us and over throwing humans everywhere.
my back and neck hurt, so anyone who's good at massages feel free to lend me your hands for a while, i could use some help here.
i love bowling for soup
two of my mates got propositioned for a threesome today and yesterday. god thats funny. it was only a joke, and i laughed. but one of the girls involved seems to like putting these ideas into my friends heads, like the time she said to one of them "Hey ******, theres a party in my pants, but only ***** invited. You can watch if you want though" hahahahahahahahaha
ehhh, photos today. i hate pictures of me, i always seem to be pulling a funny face, even when im not trying to, i just look funny. and i should have gotten a hair cut
i have light in my room again!!! granted, i did steel the lamp thing from the lounge room, and it has alot of bugs in it which give off a less then lovely aroma when the light is turned up (cos it has a dimmer function cos that how we roll in this house)
ive been hearing about someone having a few options. i wish i had options like that. not the guys, but female options. would be nice. ohwell.
hmm, im bored, and a certain song came on again. its an annoying song because its a favourite of someones. good song though, so ill not think about anything other than that
my name is Dylan Draper, and i am....a falloffachair-aholic. its been one week since my last fall from a chair, but i have a feeling i might relapse soon and topple over.
i havnt talked to the person i never thought i ever talk to (look through previous blogs for more info) although i did see him when i was in moruya the other week, said hi, then just sat in the same room with no communication other then the occasional look.
i still dont know what to talk about in my blogs anymore.
theres a few friends who have been sad lately. i hate seeing that. and when one of them was crying today, i was crying on the inside for her. i hope my little hug was enough to cheer her up, even a tiny bit. shes my newest friend, but still i feel close to her. :)
well, i dont really have much else to blog about tonight, might go again tomorrow, if i can think of stuff to write. bu-bye
D
Saturday, March 6, 2010
OI!! and ahahaha
i was reading one of my friends blogs tonight, and i have to say i totally agree. who gives a shit if people sound depressed in their blogs. fuck, i know for me i started up a blog so i could say shit, all the things on my mind, without having to actually tell anybody in particular how im feeling. so all those people who say others should be happier in blogs, piss...off...you dont have to read these depressing blogs, and you can easily click the little 'x' in the top right of your screen to get out of it. if you dont like what im putting in these things, then just dont read my posts, and dont tell 'her' the shit im puttin in it if she doesnt want to fuckin know, or if you think its creepy or weird, or whatever.
now for something different.....
hahaha i love this guy, thought id share him with my followers
And now the rough lyrics
I can have a dark side
If you want me to
I can have a dark side
I can develop my brooding potentia
lIf pain’s what you want in a man
Pain I can do
I can have a dark side too
I can have a dark side
Hey,
I called my girlfriend up on the phoneI said,
“Hey g-girlfriend what’s g-going wrong?”
She said, “I’m breaking it off with you“
I feel as if the magic has gone”
I said, “Hey baby what’re you talking about?“
I thought that everything was just fine”
She said, “That’s exactly my point“
I just get so annoyed how you’re so happy all the time
“I need somebody deeper than you
“Someone with a little third-dimension”
I said,I can have a dark side
If you want me to
I can have a dark side
I can develop my brooding potential
If pain’s what you want in a man
Pain I can do
I can have a dark side too
I can have a dark side
I wrote a letter to Mr SonyI said, “Hey S-Sony what’s g-going down?
“I’ve got a record and I reckon it’s wicked“
And I think you should s-spread it around”
He said, “Hey Tim, I quite like your work
“It’s clever and quirky“
But I promise you this“
You could be clever as Voltaire
“But it won’t get you nowhere
“If you wanna sell discs
“Clever never made no one rich
“It doesn’t appeal to the teenage market
“The teenage market!”
I said, I can have a dark side
If you want me to
I can have a dark side
I can reveal my tortured internals
If pain’s what you want in an act
Pain I can do
I can have a dark side too
I can have a dark side
Daddy never came to my ball games
Where are you daddy?
Daddy never came to my ball games
He never loved meI,
I can have a dark side
If you want me to
Friday, March 5, 2010
Angry (Feet), a beat poem by tim minchin
Sometimes I get a bit angry
But you couldn't tell, no you couldn't tell
Unless you looked real closely
Sometimes I get a bit angry
But it's alright, yes it's alright
Cause I keep it out of sight
Inside, deep inside
I breast fed 'till I was nine
Which my (quack) Doctor says is fine
And he, also says I deal with anger better
If I wrote about myself in a poem or a letter
My mother was a (stupid bitch) caring lady
She taught me all I know
Although I was a little slow, she never gave up
She never let me (slut) down
Although she spent a lot of time at the neighbors house
When my dad was out of town
I didn't walk 'till I was 7
Or talk 'till I was 10
But neither did Napoleon according to my (quack fucking) Doctor
Who has certificates in frames to substantiate his (dodgy, fucking) claims
My father left my mother for the love of (poontang) another
And I have a (bastard) brother
Who I've never really known
Because me dad moved up to Queensland
And he doesn't have a (bullshit you fat fuck) telephone
In primary school I had trouble making (ashtrays) friends
An issue which has become somewhat of a trend
The origin of which I can not pretend does not perplex me
Although my (quack fucking) Doctor says it's cool
And that loads of (fat prick, shut up I'm not fat) Kids at school
Have problems with communication
And that of course some medication would be wise
And combined with more honest self expression
Could help me with my issues with emotional repression
And at 180 bucks a session
I think I'll take the (thieving fat bastard) chap's advice
I quite like (porn) photography
And books on (guns) history
And I'd like to be a (politician) vet
And I feel as I get older
I'm more in control of my violent tendencies
And when I die (kill) die
I'll have no regrets
And I feel that all this writing
Is really (poofy) Exciting
And my (quack... fucking) Doctor would be proud
Because I feel a lot less angry
And I'm saying stuff out loud
And I'm letting anger out
Like today in our last session
When I taught the (quack) a lesson
'Cause he said I'm not progressing
Said I wasn't moving forward
So I said"Let's see how you move without your fucking legs"
And I tied him to his chair
And I pulled out my machete
And I listened to him beg
And then I cut his fucking feet off
While he laid there bleeding
I used his feet......... to kick him in the head
hahaha, tim minchin is funny. im out
D
p.s this isnt a post of how i feel, just that this is a funny guy, so you should youtube him
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Grrr
she walks in and bitches about homework. all i can think is "go jump off a fucking cliff"
i hate talking to her, i dont know why, but everytime we talk i just want to shoot myself.
im not sitting on a chair tonight, so i wont fall off. ive chosen a beanbag as my seat of choice, it seems to minimize the risk of me falling off. yes, i said minimize, not eliminate. i occasionally fall off a beanbag aswell, im just that retarded
i have to do training tomorrow arvo, im not really looking forward to that. apprently the course is hard, so it should be fun. for the person tormenting me.
yeh, im still hurting, but you couldnt pick it just by looking at me. hopefully she'll realise it was a mistake, but im not holding my breath. i miss her still and all that, but hopefully we can still be friends. fingers crossed ay?
umm what else is there? i was talkin to someone today i never thought id talk to. not in person, on facebook, but still. i dont think it will happen often, unless i get really bored again, or he just wants to rub it in. i was surprised he didnt mention anything though, so i guess hes not such a bad guy after all.
i sould be doing homework right now, but i just really dont want to, not after the 'little' rant that was deliverd to me before. to be honest i wasnt actually listening though, so im probably in some shit for something. ohwell.
a song just came on that reminds me of something. you know those songs that just get something in your head but your not sure what it is? yeh, its one of those ones
i guess i cant really blog muh more, not without reverting to my old, depressing and creepy (as someone has told me they are) blogging habbits, so i guess thats it for me
D
i hate talking to her, i dont know why, but everytime we talk i just want to shoot myself.
im not sitting on a chair tonight, so i wont fall off. ive chosen a beanbag as my seat of choice, it seems to minimize the risk of me falling off. yes, i said minimize, not eliminate. i occasionally fall off a beanbag aswell, im just that retarded
i have to do training tomorrow arvo, im not really looking forward to that. apprently the course is hard, so it should be fun. for the person tormenting me.
yeh, im still hurting, but you couldnt pick it just by looking at me. hopefully she'll realise it was a mistake, but im not holding my breath. i miss her still and all that, but hopefully we can still be friends. fingers crossed ay?
umm what else is there? i was talkin to someone today i never thought id talk to. not in person, on facebook, but still. i dont think it will happen often, unless i get really bored again, or he just wants to rub it in. i was surprised he didnt mention anything though, so i guess hes not such a bad guy after all.
i sould be doing homework right now, but i just really dont want to, not after the 'little' rant that was deliverd to me before. to be honest i wasnt actually listening though, so im probably in some shit for something. ohwell.
a song just came on that reminds me of something. you know those songs that just get something in your head but your not sure what it is? yeh, its one of those ones
i guess i cant really blog muh more, not without reverting to my old, depressing and creepy (as someone has told me they are) blogging habbits, so i guess thats it for me
D
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
i have no title for this blog
i was told i come across as creepy in my previous blogs, so i guess ill stop that.
school was interesting today. i decided to go with straight hair, got some interesting looks. but it seems most people approve. well, the people ive talked to anyway. who knows, the other 70 odd people probably hate it. pfft, who cares. apparently i look like a differnt person, and older aswell. yay?
other then that school was pretty uneventful, i dodged my music speech again, thank christ for that. did our hospo assessment, it went ok. i like the chicken i cooked, usually i make it to dry.
right now im havin a chat to people, was goin to do some homework, but myclasses is being gay so i thought i wouldnt bother. OOOHHHH, and im watchin tim minchin, again, for about the thousandth time. hes a funny lad, who ever is reading this should look him up on youtube.
what else is new......? not much really, kinda just been hangin out, being a happier person then previously stated in my blogs. things arnt so bad i guess, i'll live. my ears are bloody hot, seriously, theyre burning.
im sitting in the dark doin this blog, not because thats what i do, my fuckin light blew, again, and the little lamp i have on my desk is pretty useless, doesnt do that much.
my hair feels weird, its all light and soft, and straight, its not right. it needs a good cut.
now im wearing a hat. yay me.
shit, i fell off my chair again, i hate wheely chairs. theyre always slipping from under me and hurting me. stoopid chair. oh great, my hat fell off. ehhh, to much effort to pick it up again, it can stay on the floor.
hahahaha, tim minchins singing a song about having a dark side. hes funny. its a good song.
ok, im bored, cyas
D
school was interesting today. i decided to go with straight hair, got some interesting looks. but it seems most people approve. well, the people ive talked to anyway. who knows, the other 70 odd people probably hate it. pfft, who cares. apparently i look like a differnt person, and older aswell. yay?
other then that school was pretty uneventful, i dodged my music speech again, thank christ for that. did our hospo assessment, it went ok. i like the chicken i cooked, usually i make it to dry.
right now im havin a chat to people, was goin to do some homework, but myclasses is being gay so i thought i wouldnt bother. OOOHHHH, and im watchin tim minchin, again, for about the thousandth time. hes a funny lad, who ever is reading this should look him up on youtube.
what else is new......? not much really, kinda just been hangin out, being a happier person then previously stated in my blogs. things arnt so bad i guess, i'll live. my ears are bloody hot, seriously, theyre burning.
im sitting in the dark doin this blog, not because thats what i do, my fuckin light blew, again, and the little lamp i have on my desk is pretty useless, doesnt do that much.
my hair feels weird, its all light and soft, and straight, its not right. it needs a good cut.
now im wearing a hat. yay me.
shit, i fell off my chair again, i hate wheely chairs. theyre always slipping from under me and hurting me. stoopid chair. oh great, my hat fell off. ehhh, to much effort to pick it up again, it can stay on the floor.
hahahaha, tim minchins singing a song about having a dark side. hes funny. its a good song.
ok, im bored, cyas
D
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