About Me

Hi, I'm Brent

I rarely sleep
If i do it's during the day
If the world were perfect, I would live in Italy, and only come out at night.

I'm like a vampire, minus the immortality and blood drinking.

I'm like every other person you will see on here. Nobody is original anymore. I'm not the exception, but you're most likely the rule.
When I fill up on gas I have to get exactly on the dollar or in multiples of 5
I sleep at most 5 hours a night
Not photogenic, not a photographer, but I love photography
I dream every night, so do you. You just don't know it.
I won't go any further, you're already bored.

But words are words and they mean nothing Surely I love you counts for something! So let's be hasty, and let's be reckless Just being with you leaves me breathless

My Interests

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My Blog

Villa Diodati

Posted by Tristan Reveur on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 10:29:00 PST

Watch you spin around in your highest heels [pictures]

You are the best one of the best ones.We all look like we feel.My friends/roommates and I don't get out of the apartment much. =]So we decided to stay outside today.We had an amazing time.Take a look ...
Posted by Tristan Reveur on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 10:33:00 PST

Where thou art, that is home.

My life isn't great right nowMy car payments are behind (so behind that if I don't act fast, I won't have to worry about car payments anymore, because there won't be a car to pay for)I'm nearly drowni...
Posted by Tristan Reveur on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 10:12:00 PST

The word for this month is:

FAILUREMy backround: a firefighter walking away from a burning, now demolished building.Honestly, I don't know where my life is headed right now. I used to think that I had it all set. I used to th...
Posted by Tristan Reveur on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 03:50:00 PST

Snooze

In a generic city and a generic apartment, there lived a generic man. His name was John Smith. His parents always thought it was a strong name, but his friends constantly joked that he would only be w...
Posted by Tristan Reveur on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 01:04:00 PST

Angel of death

so this is supposed to be truemy friend's mom was coming home after working a late night at the hospital. she was a lil unsettled because the night before she had a dream in which she saw the angel of...
Posted by Tristan Reveur on Mon, 21 Aug 2006 10:31:00 PST

poem from the perks of being a wallflower

once on a yellow piece of paper, he wrote a poem and he called it "chops" because that was the name of his dog. and that's what it was about and his teacher gave him an A and a gold star and his mothe...
Posted by Tristan Reveur on Fri, 09 Jun 2006 12:09:00 PST

Final thoughts of a suicide victim: An internal monologue

Ok...now step on the chair. Good. Noose around the neck, nice and tight. Check. Finally, at last I'll be free. When Andrea died, it was just all too much. Andrea, my litt...
Posted by Tristan Reveur on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 02:07:00 PST

This morning....

So I couldn't sleep because I didn't wake up until 5 pm on Saturday evening. I also had no internet to cater to my myspace addiction. What if I had friend requests? What if I had com...
Posted by Tristan Reveur on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 07:19:00 PST

Xangazation part III

09.24.05 I passed by a car accident the other day. I craned my head to see. I wondered to myself, who could it be. As i glanced upon the scene, my heart became so blue. I was stricken so sad. So sad i...
Posted by Tristan Reveur on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 01:34:00 PST