i'm not a vagrant, but i'm not really much to speak of.
drinking tea, going to music shows, attending sporting events and the performing arts, being as involved within the community as i can be (which is heavily involved), weightlifting, spending time with friends (even though it just wears me thin and i feel even more alone and emotionally spent), trying to get outdors (but that rarely ever happens), reading (when i get the bloody chance), writing (even though this is really the first time i have put words down in the form of letters in a very long time other than one phorum i am part of and msn). i once wrote quite a bit. i miss home. every man needs a place to die.
myself from eight years ago, so he could kick my ass.
Links
- purevolume
- epitonic
- bmezine
- deviantart
- penny arcade
- pvp
- machall
- sinfest
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Music is all I know. All I care about. It is my life. I just tend to read and write to pass the days. Or I lie on my back staring into nothing while listening to music. Bands like .hopesfall., underoath, from autumn to ashes, poison the well, reach the sky, comeback kid, a static lullaby, dead poetic, dance of days, etc...
the notebook, mr. holland's opus, forrest gump, finding forrestor, the man without a face, the dead poet's society, the emporer's club, a walk to remember, slc punk, thirteen, requiem for a dream, trainspotting, the anarchists cookbook, the sixth sense
unless it is hockey night in canada with the guys or halo 2 then no.
the little prince, the velveteen rabbit, the visitation, and the twelfth angel. i can't even begin to describe how much each of those books means to me.
reese roper mostly because he is a dork. a dork who has struck more chords within me, and doesn't know who i am. most likely will he ever know who i am, but he has helped shape my days of adolescance just as assuredly as a close friend. seriousness and homour can go hand in hand. torches together.