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Name: Johnny
Country: United States
State: Minnesota
Birthday: 3/13/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Mostly aspiring to do things that I don't put my mind to. I also enjoy singing, dancing, and preventing world hunger one small Ethiopian child at a time.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/25/2002
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"There's someone calling your name
You're gonna miss that train"
Beck, Beautiful Way
"Blind man running through the night of the night
With an answer in his hand
Come on down to the river of sight
And you can really understand"
Neil Young, Don't Let It Bring You Down
"Hey, Summer Sun
You always smile
Clouds in the sky
You never mind
Happy or sad
You always shine
Never before
I've met your kind
You never mind"
Koop, Summer Sun
"Look in the mirrow, gaze at a fool
Cash in your checks, go back to school
You wanna be up on what's hip and what rules?
Say, talk about nothing 'cause nothing is cool
It ain't about money, forget about the jewels
Get a real job, drop out of school
You wanna be up on what's fresh and what rules?
Say, talk about nothing 'cause nothing is cool"
McEnroe and Birdapres, Nothing Is Cool
Hip-Hop, the only thing that could part the clouds and make it seem like a bright, bright, bright sunshiny day.
I love rain, but almost a week straight?
It's been a tough spring, now let's get to summer.
PoD: Brad Radke 7.0 IP 4 H 1 R 1 ER 0 BB 7 SO 1 HR!!
QoD: "Talk to both hands." - Chad Hartman
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"Now take a little while to find your way in here
Now take a little while to make your story clear"
Nick Drake, Hazey Jane II
I am not a rock.
I am an island.
I know some people still read this and I hope a couple of them are the
people I need to talk to about what's currently ailing me. My
mother just got done talking with Mr. Don Hulbert. Kids, no fuck
calling ya'll kids, you have to be grown-ups now, got caught drinking
on the choir trip, subsequently got punished and didn't participate at
sections. Clarification, I don't believe anybody actually got
caught on the trip but instead came forward when everyone got
home. Long story short, the little sister is again in stuck in
quagmire that, for all I know, she stepped into knowing how sticky
things were going to get. She's been indited as the alcohol
propagator. She stands accused, I say accused because I have no
truths, of bringing the alcohol while I believe four choir and speech
members stand punished for drinking said intoxicants. Like I
said, I have no idea what the truth is, and regardless of how adamantly
I try to uncover the truth it'll always remain cloudy. There are
a lot of people to talk to and I want to hear at least a little bit
from everybody. Now I'm a busy man, ok maybe not busy but I'm not
drowning in free time. But whoever does still read this please
pass the word along in addition to my contact information. Write
me an articulate e-mail, leave me a babbling phone message, do whatever
you can to get me the crystal clear truth. I am not trying to
prove Nicole's innocence nor nail her to her tree. I'm just
trying to clear up yet another one of life's cunnundrum.
Phone: (701) 361-7240
E-mail:
sloopjohnb_14@yahoo.com
Address: Ha! Yeah, right. I
learned my lesson.
Please call, write, do whatever you can do.
Oh a lighter note, I hate Phil Mickelson. I'll be damned if a
left-handed fat ass is going to beat the greatest African-American
athlete since Jackie Robinson. The only two golfers that I truly
don't want to win are Phil and Vijay Singh. The populous is split
on Phil but everyone should be hatin' on Vijay. He's a sexist
pig. Or at least I think so. Does anybody else think it's
funny that I make assumptions regarding Vijay's character while trying
my hardest to prevent other people from doing the same thing to Nicole.
We're gonna lose, TWINS! We're not gonna score.
PoD: Jacques Lemaire
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"Sunshine come on back another day
I promise you I'll be singing
This old world, she's gonna turn around
Brand new bells'll be ringing"
Jonathon Edwards, Sunshine
"Reality is sharp
It cuts at me like a knife
Everyone I know
Is in the fight of their life
Take your face out of your hands
And clear your eyes
You have a right to your dreams
And don't be denied"
Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals, Better Way
"Where do we go from here? Is there no way of knowing?
Where do we go from here? Oh, I need to be shown
They said, somwhere"
The Band, Where Do We Go From Here?
"Wake me when the day breaks
Show me how the sun shines
Tell me aobut your heartaches
Who could be so unkinds?
Do you dream to touch me?
And smile down deep inside
Or could you just kill me?
It's hard to make up your mind, sometimes.
My angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride."
The Black Crowes, Thorn in My Pride
Get hit once, get back up again.
Get hit twice, ya better get back up again.
Never stop getting hit, weep on your way down.
I mean really, the last seven days have been completely uncalled
for. Emma had to have surgery for bleeding in the brain again
early this morning during which she stopped breathing.
I thought I no longer existed as a compliment and was going to be
thrust out of the group into the world of solo artists. But we
persevere.
I had to rip Mr. Duke's world apart. How do you do it? Tell
him he's more irresponsible than you, lazier than you, and at this
momemt incapable of living on a rental property.
Revel in the dead of the night.
PoD: In order of appearance--Jeffrey, Craig, Sean, Nate and Lobster Juan.
"....the walls come tumblin' tumblin'...."
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"Oh dear, can't you see? It's them it's not me
We're not enemies; We just disagree
If I was like them all pissed in this bnar
He changes his mind, says I went too far
We all disagree
I think we should disagree, yeah
Is this it
Is this it
Is this........it
Can't you see I'm trying?
I don't even like it. I just lied to
Get to your apartment, now I'm staying
Here just for a while
I can't think 'cause I'm just way to tired"
The Strokes, Is This It
They're still hip aren't they?
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