| Maybe You'll Remember Me... |
[Aug. 22nd, 2006|02:16 pm] |
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| [ | 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] |
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| | 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] |
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| |  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] |
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| | sad | ] |
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| | 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] |
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| |  blank | ] |
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| | 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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| You're like my best friend... |
[Dec. 8th, 2005|11:20 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Two Step- Dave Matthews | ] |
There is nothing like a Dave Matthews Band concert. Even if you forget about how amazing the music is, you still leave there with an indescribable feeling. Even if you hated Dave Matthews, even if you can't stand his music (though everyone likes "Crash), you would leave there feeling happy. There is this emotion that runs through the place. Because so many of the songs mean so many things to so many people. During songs like "Crash" and "Lover Lay Down" I would look around and pretend I was in a movie. And I could see on the faces of the people that I was watching how much those songs meant to them, how much of a connection they had with the music, and how amazing of a feeling it was when music can describe even an ounce of the emotion that you're feeling.
That, and the band was so tight. Everything they did fit, and everything made sense in the music and in the moment. And when he started to play Two Step, and practically the whole crowd was on their feet, dancing, you know it. Not anything in particular really. You just know. That you're all in it together, and that everyone in the building is feeling the same things that you are. And that's what music is about.
I had mixed emotions on the night. But I still had a lot of fun. So much fun.
I have that feeling now that I get sometimes probably because of the amount of television that I watch. It's like, when a show leaves for a break, they want to leave with everything being ok, or at least with everything on a high point. And so the lovers hold each other, and love, and don't worry that when the show comes back, doom is on the horizen for them because nothing can stay for long, especially happiness. But it's times that I realized that I'm not living on the small screen, and that life doesn't behave like tv. There's no reason to think that this feeling needs to go away.
oh and after a good, good drunk,
sam |
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| There's only us...There's only this... |
[Nov. 26th, 2005|05:11 pm] |
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| | good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | RENT- La Vie Boheme | ] |
I've seen RENT twice in three days. It is beautiful, absolutley beautiful. And in between I've managed to eat my body wait in different varieties of turkey and pumpkin. My novel is now at about 40,500 words, and I can't wait to write the ending. I've been waiting to write the ending for a month now. Today was dedicated to Spanish Crosswords and watching Dawson's Creek DVD's. It has been a great weekend.
Gretchen: Why does this sound like a Bruce Springsteen song?
Dawson: It is, exactly like that. It's epic and--and romantic and crazy and perfect. Plus, I don't think we have a choice 'cause it's not enough just to recognize your fears.
Gretchen: Well, it may be enough for right now.
Dawson: No, it's--I can't wait. Time is running out. I mean, don't you feel it, at least a little bit, the absolute urgency of this moment? (he kisses her) Come on.
forget regret,
sam |
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| There's blood in the water...don't drink the water... |
[Nov. 2nd, 2005|11:26 pm] |
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| | hopeful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | this year's love- david gray | ] |
Well seeing as it's been quite some time since I updated (and in that time Katie has asked me if I was one of "those people" who never updates their livejournal) I decided it was high time that I post.
Things have been going great around here for the most part. The solo concert last night and that was very good and fun, and the trip to D.C. might have been the longest experiance of my life, but it was still a blast. And we got to eat lunch in the same room as Newt Gingrich. I know, you're jealous. Wasser and I took it as a sign of our maturity that we didn't throw anything at him as he walked past.
Also, as I'm sure most of you are aware, Tuesday was the start of NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month, the one month out of the year in which hundreds of thousands of people attemp to write 50,000 words in 30 days. Writing Seminar and friends are attempting it, so if I appear irritable, irrational, or just plain mean over the course of November, please forgive me.
Less than 20 days until RENT!
Less than 15 days until HARRY POTTER!
this was kind of pointless post...but
=)...that makes me happy...
you're kinda cool yourself
hardcore novelist,
sam |
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| Say my name, and I'll lie in the sound |
[Oct. 12th, 2005|03:41 pm] |
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| | hopeful | ] |
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| | trespassers william- lie in the sound | ] |
Daydream, delusion, limousine, eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm delusion angel
I'm fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Latched in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I'll carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?
i touch your ankle and i wake up sobbing because it's so soft,
sam |
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| Oh I, I love you more than I should... |
[Oct. 9th, 2005|12:28 am] |
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| | blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | something corporate-walking by | ] |
I really don't have much of anything to post, but I guess I owe my faithful readers something or another after nearly a month of silence. Nothing much has really been going on with me. I see my friends and they all have all of these things going on, girlfriends, boyfriends, jobs...and I just kind of exist. It's ok just existing, but it makes me feel like I have nothing to write.
If you haven't heard, the WB is all new again which means that I have plenty of entertainment in the evenings.
I ordered Dave tickets today!
Rent is very very soon. And I can't freaking wait.
I'll write again very soon, I promise.
breath into my hands,
sam |
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| Is this who we are? |
[Sep. 8th, 2005|10:19 pm] |
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| | hopeful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | when the world ends- dave matthews | ] |
CORDELIA
I naturally assumed you'd be lost without me, but this?
ANGEL
I am lost without you.
CORDELIA
You just forgot who you are.
ANGEL
Remind me.
CORDELIA
Do you ever wonder... Do you ever think about if we'd met up that night and had a chance to—
ANGEL
All the time.
CORDELIA
(looks down)
Guess we missed our moment, huh?
ANGEL
Maybe we were meant to. Or maybe people like us just don't get to...have that.
CORDELIA
Angel, there are no people like us.
I have nothing to add.
i know you're scared,
sam |
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| There's a part of me that lives for you... |
[Sep. 1st, 2005|08:04 pm] |
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| | hopeful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | everyday-dave matthews | ] |
Well, I really wanted to avoid doing this, but it seems as though everyone is making their "Back to School!" update, and so I guess I'll conceed and update. By the way, if anyone didn't read my last entry or listen to my sextet yet, go back an entry and take the link.
It's really kind of amazing how much school brings out the bitter cynic in me. I don't really have any particular reason to be all that unhappy, but I just get pissy about everything. Like the new contraband on waterbottles. Well, I know that it's just a power trip, and that no one really cares so I can still have my Aquafina, but it just pisses me off. And people just irritate me, but, after seventeen years, I've figured out that people in this town will never change, so I don't try. It just pisses me off.
Oh, for those of you that don't know, I almost died yesterday. Not really, but I started sweating a lot and I couldn't stop so I went home and took a really cold shower and got a bunch of bloodwork and stuff done. Apparently I'm fine, just weird.
I've been dancing a lot lately to the Dave Matthews in my head. It's great. If I freak anyone out, I apologize in advance.
But I'm so numb.
Summer has come and past.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.
Ring out the bells again.
Like we did when spring began.
Wake me up when September ends.
Here comes the rain again,
Falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again,
Becoming who we are.
As my memory rest,
But never forgets what I lost.
Wake me up when September ends.
Summer has come and past.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.
wake me up,
sam
p.s. I stole this from dave's journal that he had a year ago...sorry dave! |
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| You were almost kind, you were almost true... |
[Aug. 17th, 2005|09:34 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | nostalgic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Medley | ] |
It was kind of amazing how it all happened. In March of my sophmore year, Nick, Kenny, Jeremy, and I were all attending Regional Chorus at Everett. On the night of auditions, we practiced all of our music by singing through it together. As we practiced the song "Oh My Luve's Like a Red, Red Rose," we realized that we had one of each male voice part. We were housed together for the festival, and the idea of singing together as a Barbershop Quartet slowly formed. There aren't many moments in your life that you can point to and say, "that is where my life changed," but this was definatley one of them. We practiced constantly, and by the May solo concert, we had perfected "Coney Island Baby" along with a couple of other songs. Our a capella group was formed.
We went through a lot transformations, becoming a quintet, and finally a sextet. And we got better, a lot better. At the solo concert in May, we nearly burned the building down with our Medley. We finally got around to recording it, so here it is. Please listen. http://www.meanstreakrock.com/taw/recording/medley.mp3
In my opinion, this is the best thing that I've done in my years of high school. Singing with these five guys was one of the greatest honors of my life. I will miss them very much.
either way,
sam |
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| Show a little faith, there's magic in the night |
[Aug. 7th, 2005|11:53 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | nostalgic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | thunder road- bruce springsteen | ] |
Lana: [Holding back tears.] Clark, I need you to know... that whatever happens, I will never forget you.
Clark: [Afraid.] Lana, you're talking like we never gonna see each other again.
Lana: [Pause.] I love you.
Lana leans to Clark and they share a kiss.
Clark: I love you, too.
Lana: Good-bye.
Sorry but I'm too tired for anything original. Apparenly being a lifeguard means that I am also a landscape architect and mulching/debris clearing almost killed me today. I honestly don't have much to say except goodnight. Summer is almost over, enjoy the magic while you can.
roll down the window and let the wind blow back you're hair,
sam |
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| And if having that is tragic...then give me tragedy. |
[Jul. 26th, 2005|11:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Lost | ] |
| [ | music |
| | ben folds | ] |
So I had my senior pictures taken the other day, and I have honestly never felt more ridiculous in my life. I sat there in all kinds of poses, taking care to not make my smile to big, but at the same time making sure that it wasn't plastic. For those of you that haven't crossed this particular bridge, it is much more difficult than it looks. And as the photographer kept telling me to act naturally while she stood two feet from me with a camera, I had to bite my tounge from telling my mom that there was really no need to go through this whole charade. Who really wants a picture of me anyway? And I was thinking about my life in high school, and how it's almost over, and I was watching TV and found something that I thought was beautiful. So, I'm posting it below. I really fits me right now.
I'm currently reading "The Golden Compass" by Philip Pullman for at least the eleventh time. As I was reading the book, I came across these characters in it that are half dead soliders. Since they are half dead already, they can't be killed, but then again they're not really alive...and never will be. I know that didn't make sense, but that's how I feel.
"And Hansel said to Gretel, 'Let us drop these breadcrumbs so that together we find our way home. Because losing our way would be the most cruel of things.' This year...I lost my way. And losing your way on a journey is unfortunate, but losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel. The journey lasted eight months. Sometimes I traveled alone. Sometimes there were other who took the wheel, and took my heart. But when the destination was reached, it wasn't me who arrived...it wasn't me at all. And once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be, or lose that person completely. Because, sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you've been, and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are."
this year I lost my way,
sam |
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