Sabotage

Mercifully did drop a few Savatage songs - I've got a crate full. 'Awaken' wasn't that great, and one of the songs I got was 100% Spanish - no thank you. And then there was a live song. I rarely like live versions. I ditched that.

'Commissar' starts with everything I love about Savatage, then falls near the middle. I keep it for the begining, anyways.

'Desiree' is good. Hey - that son'gs not even BY Savatage. *ditches new song*

OK, he's got to understand he can't sing that high. It's just bad. Stick to low songs, my friend...
now here's a good one 'I Seek Power' - he's back down to the range where his voice sounds nice, not shrieky. ... Hmmm, I'm sensing a themesong for Morihk Tyrmion.....for those who care, he's a character in that story I'm writing - the one I previewed a few posts down.
Oh, this sounds to be a great one - 'If I Go Away'...

Delete, delete, delete, keep, keep - that's not Savatage - delete...good instrumental...

No Point

Everyone seems to be talking about what they wear, their style or dress or what have you. Leslie with her leather, Rae with her trench-ish coat, and now Nancy with her GothRocker Chich-thing. I figure, not to be left out, I'll jump on the band wagon.

I wear two things. On a typical day, I have losse (but not baggy) jeans, a button-shirt (untucked), my tennis shoes, and that ratty old shirt-jacket thing I all but stole from Jenny. On a warm day, and through most of the summer, really, I'll have my loose (but not falling-down) jean-shorts, a collared shirt or T-shirt (untucked, duh), and my sandals. It's a style that I'm suire I don't coin myself, and I'm sure it falls simply from my lack of fashion-sense or general apathy towards the subject. But, in either case, I like to (lovingly) think of it as SlackerPrep. In ways, I think SlackerPrep can describe alot about my personality. More Slacker than Prep, as I don't imagine I'm a snob, but I'm much too clean-cut to be a true slacker, either. I bathe and stuff, y'know?

And that's really about all I have to say about that. Quite pointless, yes?

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I lay in bed, pretending I'm asleep. It's been two hours now. Why should I get up? What does the world have to offer me?

I'm hungry.
I'm not starving. Food can wait.

There's the Instant Messanger.
No one will be on. There will be no one to talk to.

Live Journal.
No one reads it. And if they did, they'd be offended.

My story.
A fruitless dream that doesn't ever get anywhere. I only wish I could write.

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I'm hungry.
I'm not starving. Food can wait.

I get up anyways. Maybe it's not so much that the world has nothing to offer me, but that I feel I have nothing to offer the world.