| Maybe You'll Remember Me... |
[Aug. 22nd, 2006|02:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sextet- Medley | ] |
So this is my last livejournal update. I Leave for college in about four hours, and so I have decided to finally close this, the journal that has been with me since sophomore year, three days after I got my first real girlfriend. This has seen some very good times, as well as some very bad. It has been better than I could have possibly imagined, while simultaneously putting me through hell. It was high school. So to all of my faithful readers out there, take care of yourselves. Write, e-mail, call. If you ever need me, let me know.
No matter how much time passes, old friends are never forgotten,
Sam |
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| Meet me in London... |
[Jun. 14th, 2006|11:09 am] |
Well I'm off to England.
I'll let you know if I see Harry Potter.
looking forward to high tea,
sam |
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| I'd hold you in my arms all night... |
[May. 7th, 2006|11:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sad | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Les Miserables | ] |
It's been so long since I've seen you standing there,
Things have changed.
But it's funny, I don't remember you ever being shy for me before.
Oh, you look the same.
But it's funny, I can tell that things have changed.
Please, please come back to me...
Please, please come back to me.
It's getting too hard for me to breath.
Your chest it rises and it falls with mine,
I look away.
But, it's funny, I don't remember ever being shy with you before,
I guess things change.
Don't look away because I'm falling into our past,
It fades away.
Don't forget about me.
Don't look away because I'm falling into your eyes,
They fade away.
Don't forget about me.
I know it's a little cheap to post my own lyrics on my journal, but I was singing it all day.
Dave, Jason, Seth...we are recording this. Soon.
don't look away,
sam |
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| You know, you should quit this scene too... |
[Apr. 25th, 2006|11:40 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | excited | ] |
| [ | music |
| | jack's mannequin- rescued | ] |
Wow. It's been so long since I've updated that I feel like I owe my faithful readers an apology. But I have no time or patience for a real entry tonight. That being said...
CONGRATULATIONS TO THE INTO THE WOODS CAST FOR THEIR MANY ISSAC NOMINATIONS!!!!!
our carnival life forever,
sam |
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| We're just kids... |
[Mar. 6th, 2006|04:39 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pensive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | wicked | ] |
Peyton: We had a snow day, in sixth grade. Do you remember? It was like this whole other world just came in and took ours away. And Brooke, she came over, and we made a snow fort. With a tunnel. And we stayed there all day. And it seemed so safe, like everything was ok. Like everything our world was about to become...maybe we could just stop it...and stay little kids just one more day. But then it got cold, kinda like now.
They're going to come now. The reporters, and the psychologists, and the analysts, and the so called experts. And they're going to try to make sense of this. But they're not going to be able to. And even if we do make it out of here, we're always going to carry it, it's not going to be the same.
It's not glass, in my leg, is it?
Lucas: No, it's a bullet. Now, I'm going to have to get you out of here, ok? But nothing will happen to you, I promise.
Peyton: You're always saving me.
Lucas: Someone's got to.
Peyton: If I said, I love you right now, would you hold it against me? Because I've lost a lot of blood. Come here.
(They kiss.)
Peyton: In case you can't keep your promise.
you're supposed to get through it,
sam |
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| Everyone's searching for treasure... |
[Feb. 14th, 2006|11:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | exhausted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the space between- dave matthews | ] |
Dear Valentine, come away with me. If I had a day with you and you only, I would enjoy the simple things. The things that, in the end, when time steals the rest away, are the only things we'll remember. I would paddle you across a still lake in a rowboat and read poetry to you until you fall asleep and I would never ever think about the hours. I would admire every line of your face, every strand of your hair, every graceful movement of your hands or your eyes or your body. If I had one perfect day...Don't you see? My heart beats only for you.
Dear Valentine. These are the things I remember of my love. A warm hand, your warm breath. Your warm mouth. Your arms around mine. I remember feeling safe, cease-less. Like one person. The two of us still, at rest, entwined. I remember how I felt the first time I kissed you. It felt like, the high dive. What do you remember? How will I ever know what was inside your heart? Where did they go? All the things we think and feel but don't say.
Dear Valentine. These are the things I never told you. These are the things I need you to know: That I loved you always. And my love was so big, it lives still after you're gone. I'd like to tell you that I would do it differently. That if I had one more day I would do everything right. But I know that isn't true. I'd make all the same mistakes. That is except one. I wouldn't say goodbye.
dear valentine,
sam |
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| The stars are singing dreams. |
[Feb. 11th, 2006|09:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | sad | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Over the Rainbow- Dave Brubeck | ] |
There have been too many funerals this year.
So live so well that when Death comes for you, it will be afraid to take you.
take care of yourself,
sam |
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| And a pint of rum in the morning... |
[Feb. 7th, 2006|05:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blank | ] |
| [ | music |
| | hey there delilah- plain white t's | ] |
Hello Again,
Seems like forever between now and then,
You look the same,
I mean you look different but you haven't changed,
Funny to think how the time gets away,
Funny how you take me right back again;
Stolen away,
First time I saw you, you did me that way,
What should I say,
I saw you laughing and I was afraid;
I might get in the way
I did not think I'd see you again,
So how have you been,
Do you remember...hows everything,
Funny how I think how the time gets away,
Funny how you take me right back again;
Stolen Away.
I missed all of my District Chorus friends. I had a good weekend. This week looks like hell with Mock Trial and Musical. It just might kill me.
I'm lost. I have no sense of self. Is this really who I am? Somebody save me.
rue rum ray,
sam |
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| If there is hope, it lies in the proles |
[Jan. 29th, 2006|01:35 pm] |
1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.
This normally isn't my kind of thing but I didn't read the fine print before replying with my name.
thoughtcriminal,
sam |
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| Don't look away because I'm falling... |
[Jan. 10th, 2006|10:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sidewalks- Story of the Year | ] |
So, my life is absolutley out of control. The other day, I had work, Mock Trial, and District Chorus all scheduled for the same two hours. A lot of me is struggling to stay alive. There are times that I'm really not sure if I'm happy with who I've become.
But there is a lot of good too.
Happy New Year Everyone. All of your dreams are going to come true. Trust me.
Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always.
always,
sam |
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