tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52768646690399226732012-02-16T04:16:51.431-08:00A mostly true retelling of days passedalxvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14581199440470681625noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276864669039922673.post-51085368668383272512008-11-03T14:37:00.000-08:002008-11-03T14:43:11.429-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7shpv6Skfjc/SQ9-eX7QTwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dD2afCuENVI/s1600-h/n601345999_2127042_3686.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264565549703122690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7shpv6Skfjc/SQ9-eX7QTwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dD2afCuENVI/s320/n601345999_2127042_3686.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276864669039922673-5108536866838327251?l=sittingwalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alxvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14581199440470681625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276864669039922673.post-90889892518486927362008-11-03T13:57:00.000-08:002008-11-03T14:36:58.259-08:00"Oh,<br />the blood and the treasure,<br />and then losing it all,<br />the time that we wasted,<br />and the place where we fall.<br />Will we wake in the morning<br />and know what it was all for?<br />Up in our bedroom after the war."<br /><br />...yeah. Story of my life.<br /><br /><br />Today was depressing.<br />It's hard to know who to trust these days,<br />when one person's telling you something,<br />and someone's telling you otherwise.<br /><br />I mean, I probably have the most untrustworthy friends<br />in the universe. Because they live for gossip.<br />But I have other, better, closer, older friends that I can trust.<br />I hope.<br />You see, I've come out to three (count 'em, three) people.<br />And my other friend knows about this... "secret".<br />And now she wants to know. And I trust her and all,<br />but I don't trust her enough.<br />And it sucks, because I'm not a fan of hurting people.<br /><br /><br /><br />But I guess sometimes you have to.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276864669039922673-9088989251848692736?l=sittingwalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alxvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14581199440470681625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276864669039922673.post-81173567164322622682008-11-02T07:19:00.000-08:002008-11-02T07:26:41.451-08:00Since this is where my blog is starting, I'm writing from halloween night and after.<br />I won't be surprsed if no one reads this, but I'm writing in it anyways. It'll be like my online diary. Even though that sounds blazingly lame.<br />So halloween: I was Freddie Mercury.<br /><br />Oh snap. Oh snap. I am God.<br /><br />But yeah, so brilliance, I know. I had a sweet jean jacket and a moustache and everything.<br />So anyways, I partied hardy. Vodka can do crazy shit. I was drink in like an hour.<br />But you know. Story of my life?<br /><br />So I was horribling drunk, and then the party got lame. Like... fucking lame.<br />Like... I almost cried. But no, it wasn't that bad. I just felt like leaving.<br />Went outside with my friends and had a cigarette, and walked home.<br />Newsflash: I live in Canada and it's October.<br />Yeah, it was like -4 outside. Fucking cold as fuck can be. I thought my hands fell of and shit.<br />Went home with my friends and watched 300.<br />The only good part is when you see Gerard Butler's butt.<br />Apart from that: meh. Failure? Not quite. Just... not my cup o' tea.<br /><br />But ohshit. My plans are starting up.<br />TTYL.<br /><br />PS- I hope someone will read this.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276864669039922673-8117356716432262268?l=sittingwalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alxvonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14581199440470681625noreply@blogger.com3