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Friday, September 12th, 2008
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If it wasn't for the band I'd probably be dead.
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Tuesday, November 14th, 2006
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Home isn't home anymore, I honestly don't even know where it started out to be in the first place. There are only two places in the world I don't feel completely lost, and one is when we are on the road. I wish it never had to end, real life isn't cutting it.
Bradley White is one of the most amazing dudes I've ever known. I'm blessed to have him as a friend. He makes me strive to be a better person. I love you Brad.
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Sunday, September 24th, 2006
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I need to get home and lay in my bed for days and sleep off this nightmare.
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i have come to the conclusion that being the heartbreaker is a lot better than being the heartbroken. it hurts a hell of a lot less. eat your cookies, good day!
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i have tired eyes, but im restless. nothing has worked out the way i planned, but thats life. part of me wants to give up and the other half wants to give up even more, its rather tricky. its 6:30 in the morning, ive been up at this hour for the past 4 days. i am watching The Princess Bride and drinking boxed wine..not drunk, just enjoying the cheapness of it. im not the same person i was a week ago, im still trying to figure out if its a good thing or bad thing. i guess we'll see.
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my birthday is tomorrow. blahhh.
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Wednesday, April 12th, 2006
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when i said you kill me, i didnt mean it in an all bad way. just the way weve talked about before. you are gay =)
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Wednesday, April 5th, 2006
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| Time: | 2:19 pm. |
| Mood: |  crappy. | | Music: | damien riceeee. |
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sooo im about to leave for yuma to go to my great grandpas funeral. im not very excited, like most people i hate funerals, and i keep telling myself its just life and thats the way things work but i really dont think its helping, so im going to deal with it like i do with everything..a nice vodka tonic drink! yupyupyup. good day!
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| Time: | 3:03 pm. |
| Mood: | worried. | | Music: | Say Anything "metaphor fool". |
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im pretty sure im losing my mind.
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Saturday, March 25th, 2006
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bahbahbahbah... soooo yeahhhh. we arent going to chicago anymore so im pretty excited about that, fuck snow.
p.s. dont let your guard down.
p.p.s. im still miserable.
p.p.s. fuck fuck fuck.
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Thursday, March 2nd, 2006
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| Time: | 10:09 am. |
| Mood: |  blah. |
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im such a fucking mess right now. its really pathetic.
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Tuesday, January 31st, 2006
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as most of you know ive been on tour for about a week, and last night around 10 pm we were driving through montana when we hit a patch of black ice, slid sideways, and ran into a snow bank which made us do a 180 degree barrel roll. everyone in the band was buckled besides jeremy and myself. so imagine putting mice in a dryer and turning it on and thats almost how bad it felt being throw around in the van. we are all very lucky to be alive, i seriously thought i was going to fly out of the van and die. this is by far the scariest thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. i am so grateful for my band and myself to be alive and walking. all of the firemen and parmedics said it was a miracle that jeremy and myself were alive. jeremy and myself got transported to a hopstial. i was released last night and jeremy was just released about a half hour ago, we are a burised and sore and really shaken up but again very happy to be alive. the van is a little smashed up and our trailor is completely totalled. we will be heading home tomorrow morning. the rest of our tour dates are cancelled however the az dates we are still planning on playing. its been a very rough couple days and we all cant wait to get home. ill keep updating as much as i can. thank you so much for your support. love jonathan.
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Saturday, January 28th, 2006
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soo im Washington. i dont really update this much, sooo im updating. im alive, so thats always good. tonight should hopefully be a good show, its been raining a lot. okay im done.
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Saturday, December 31st, 2005
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| Time: | 7:53 pm. |
| Mood: |  apathetic. | | Music: | Number 10. |
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ugh.
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Tuesday, December 20th, 2005
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fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck shit balls...i still dont feel better.
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Monday, December 19th, 2005
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Three sleepless nights,
this isn't how its supposed to be.
But you are so good at
taking your time to get back to me.
I will wait for you forever,
if you would just ask me.
I thought that I could change you
but you changed me.
But it doesn't feel right,
holding someone else's hand.
Together on phone line,
and living at two opposite ends.
It scares me to think,
that you could find takers other than me
and better than me.
But you're head is elsewhere,
and I’m talking enough for both of us.
When will you see it's not (it’s not) so easy for me
you’re careless, and whispered, insulting, and bruising.
And I thought that you said
things were improving.
These laces are untied,
but my feet are still walking away.
(I fall from you eyes, your eyes I trusted, you said forever)
I never thought that you could say these words.
Is this really happening?
I never thought that you could say these words.
(Don't say...)
Is this really happening?
I never thought that you could say these words.
(Don't say that we can...)
Is this really happening?
I never thought that you could say these words.
(Don't say that we can still be...)
Is this really happening?
I never thought that you could say these words.
Is this really happening?
(Don't say that we can still be friends)
Erase my name from this page.
How can you take all these days
(What is inside of me what have I done?)
and throw them away
(Is this the only way that you will notice me?)
as I sit here waiting for you (for you)
(Dead words for closed ears all this is sung for you)
I stay up nights
(If you are still pretending this is what's right)
until stars leave the sky
(Why cant you look at me can you only see?)
knowing what my dreams can take away
(Sides, your side, can take away)
Walk away from me.
This night is done.
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Friday, December 2nd, 2005
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| Time: | 5:40 pm. |
| Mood: | crappy. |
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somtimes i ask myself why, and usually i have a good answer...but now things seem to be changing and love isnt the greatest answer anymore. i guess we'll see.
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Friday, November 18th, 2005
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| Time: | 3:57 pm. |
| Music: | Her Space Holiday. |
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You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You've got your mother's cheekbones and your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places that you've never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your body sink into me
Like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry
Or a fucking fit of honesty
I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist
And my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints
So your boyfriend has no clue
Of how much I've been touching you
My problem with me is my problem with you
It doesn't take much
For me to come unglued
I put my headphones on
And hear your favorite songs
And it kills me to know
That this won't be one of them
You know it saves me to think even for a little while
I owned the set of shoulders that you came to rely on
Like in that movie theater when you whispered in my ear
I almost didn't make it
This has been my hardest year
Your job is killing you faster than a cancer could
So now you're giving up like they always said you would
You've got that old map out now and you found the farthest town
You hope that if you're lucky this is where you'll settle down
I don't care where you move I don't care if it's far
All that I ask is that I know where you are
In case our timing is right
In case you need more from me
Than a bit of advice
Or a tongue full of sympathy
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