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blinded by the light

I am here for Friends

About Me

Nothing you probably don't already know. I play guitar. Alot of guitar. I listen to a lot of music. I write things. I read things. The usual.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

The Best Page In The Universe

Books:

The Idiot. Sparknotes. Any of the Curious George books. I don't read much.

Heroes:

Bob Dylan, Dr. Gregory House, Benjamin Franklin, the kid from "Leave it to Beaver" that was always trying to get into Mrs. Cleaver's pants, and Jimmy Page.

My Blog

I Had To Find You

She said it's cold It feels like Independence Day And I can't break away from this parade But there's got to be an opening Somewhere here in front of me Through this maze of ugliness and greed  ...
Posted by blinded by the light on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 11:13:00 PST

The Legendary: "You Can't Spell 'Pointless' Without P.E."

Justin Rigoni PhD Schneider p. 4/5 You Cant Spell Pointless Without P.E. A brutally honest dissertation on Physical Education, as written by Justin Rigoni         ...
Posted by blinded by the light on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 08:44:00 PST

Breasts Should Smell Sweet, Like Hamburgers Made Out Of Candy

Justin Rigoni Ph.D. Brauer Power Hour, p.9 Gym Final Written Portion   1.      In one typed paragraph on a separate sheet of paper, describe your reaction/surprise to be...
Posted by blinded by the light on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 08:35:00 PST

i've learned a thousand times that i was a liar

"Hell is, other people."                                  &nbs...
Posted by blinded by the light on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 07:17:00 PST

It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding

this started out as a good day, and night. but in a matter of minutes, it was ruined. sometimes, two people just aren't meant to get along. no matter how hard you try to make it better, it never works...
Posted by blinded by the light on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 07:46:00 PST

leave it all behind me now, so many worlds away

another wasted night doing nothing with no one nowhere, with no what or no how to for tomorrow. i dont know why i do this.
Posted by blinded by the light on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 09:09:00 PST

searchlight soul

it's neither the question or the answer she's not so much a painter as a dancer and she carves on smooth slate stone "so this is what it's like to be alone" to be a bluebird without a home   drif...
Posted by blinded by the light on Wed, 17 May 2006 08:32:00 PST

Ready or Not

Wow, it's been such a long time since I've updated. We go back to school tomorrow. It's quite the downer, but hey. I really had alot of fun this break, so I don't really have any regrets. There's alot...
Posted by blinded by the light on Tue, 03 Jan 2006 07:10:00 PST

Live Like You're Lost

Well this place is oldIt feels just like a beat up truckI turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turnWell it smells of cheap wine & cigarettesThis place is always such a messSometimes I think I'd...
Posted by blinded by the light on Fri, 30 Sep 2005 08:40:00 PST

Synchronicity II

I fucking HATE sundays. I want to stop waking up every day. Please. Somebody. Anybody. Give me just one whole day without something going wrong or without the dawning comprehension of how fucked I'm g...
Posted by blinded by the light on Mon, 19 Sep 2005 04:43:00 PST