wyatt

new.

Thu, 08 Apr 2004 22:19:58 GMT

new live journal, so if you read this or care you should add:

_deerheart

thank you.

t.w.a.c.l.s.t.

Thu, 08 Apr 2004 05:32:57 GMT

it's raining.

dude thanks for the SHP hook up. i am going to HIT THAT like a wiffle ball.

but if she is untappable i will spread my index and middle finger, then shut them quickly. you know the drill.

if anyone wants to hang out, i guess you should leave a message, because i'll be bored this weekend.

girls are just about OUT OF THE QUESTION right now. i'm giving up.

GUYS

Wed, 07 Apr 2004 05:52:41 GMT

seriously chec out my new best friend:

2_hot_4_u

and my other best friend who doesnt know it yet:

xemogirl

that is the best LJ i have everrr seen.

seriously guys.

i like how "emogirl" has "sxe-ness" as an interest. SO CUTE.

anyway.

guys... lets take a moment to honor kurt

and his ability to provide millions of parkies material to beat off and cry over.

and his inspiration "seattle cut" aka "mohawk".

YES. GRUNGEEE.

guys keep it real.

gurrls, call me.

love,
wyatt

so, basically...

Fri, 02 Apr 2004 06:35:16 GMT

you're leaving.
this isn't the sound of a red room anymore, or even your voice. i like to call it numbers, or better yet, math.
i'm loving how i will never love you, and you may just have never existed. i'm tired of literature, and words. the facade of a facade that surrounds our names.

i wish i could build walls around them, i really could.

Wed, 31 Mar 2004 06:29:27 GMT

Not to draw attention away from my last post (SCROLL DOWN)... but i'd like to honor Nick in his timeless since of wit.

including:

"...That pool that that little bitch drowned in."

and

"the stand by stephen king is so metal."

almost as funny as me.

GIRLS.

Wed, 31 Mar 2004 01:47:47 GMT

so i'm putting this in bold so its easy to see. and noticeable.
i have recently discovered, according to maxim magazine, that a comet has a 63.8 percent change of hitting earth september 27, and that we could all die if it hits land.

so, nobody wants to die without getting banged by me so... you know the drill.
come on we could DIE.

step right up.

love,
wyatt.

what up gurrls.

Tue, 30 Mar 2004 07:13:04 GMT

the world needs more love, so i left all of you a present to make your day's tomorrow wonderful. i don't know you all that well, but everyone deserves it. except for the person who's journal was confusing and i couldn't find the comment button. sorry.

<3

life's too short little ndugu

Tue, 30 Mar 2004 06:43:14 GMT

well...

Your Life
name: wyatt
sex: male
occupation: no.
favorite people: myself.
favorite place to be: somewhere where i'm having a good time i guess.
three main interests: music, beating off, ho's
your house is: kind of boring... but i spend a lot of time here.
describe yourself in four words: concided, shallow, insecure, deceptive
best sex: hmm. no.

Rewind
most memorable memory: um.. i dont know. every day is like the same. nothing stands out.
worst memory: see above.
favorite word of all time: like.
first best friend ever: Ben.
first sex: not yet.

Love?
love is: hard.
are you in love: i dont know. i wouldnt know either.
love or lust?: both i guess.
when love hurts, you: whine. write in lj.
true or false: all you need is love: all the world needs is more love.

Preferred Sex
turn ons: well if you're attractive it's a plus.
your parent's opinion on your bf/gf matter to you?: they dont really know anyway.
the sweetest thing a member of the preferred sex can do for you?: like me.
tall or short: tall. not taller than me though
looks or smarts: looks.
are you the type of person to HOLLA and ask for numbers?: yes.

Picky Picky
best pets: dead.
short or long hair: longer. not too long though.
sunshine or rain: sunshine.
ink or piercings: ink.
hugs or kisses: both are nice. either will do...
favorite drink: water.
snail mail or e-mails: letters since nobody sends me them that often.
playstation or nintendo: my playstation broke. plus i pwn mario.
car or skateboard: car.
sing or dance: dance i guess. how stupid was that. electro-fags dance.
if you were a crayon, what color would you be? the most used, but least noticeable.
ever OD'd? no.
what's the next CD you are going to buy? hmm. i have about everything i want. i dont know...
what's the last drug you took? tylenol sinus.
what's the best advice ever given to you? be yourself. if only i could follow it.
what's the stupidest thing you have ever done? most of the stupid stuff i did as a kid. or younger kid that is.
how many kids do you want to have? depends on the girl/situation.
plan on getting married? maybe eventually.
what are you most scared of? spiders... but probably about everything ever.
how many TV's do you have in your house? 5.
vegan, veggie or carnivore: carnivore.
who do you dream about?: sex, love, and zombies, and sex.
who do you tell your dreams to? ben sometimes but he doesn't get it. sometimes i tell people if it's about them.
your boyfriend/girlfriend is: well, i don't know.
your parents are: overprotective, and a little ignorant and annoying, but good.
your body type is: small.
eyes: green/hazel i guess.
skin color: fair.
in school: i'm lazy, most of the time tired and sad.
prejudices: against some stereotypes. like ugly people or canadians.
pet peeves: annoying laughs, and generally talking in general unless its nice. people who bullshit a lot.

that was lame.

all i have to say is...

Thu, 25 Mar 2004 01:17:09 GMT

JimiHendrix8574: ASDHHHHA'DLFJSD;LKJ
JimiHendrix8574: AHHHHHH
JimiHendrix8574: WTF
JimiHendrix8574: THERES A CONDOM IN MY SOUP
JimiHendrix8574: AS;DLFKJALS;DKJF;SLDJ
JimiHendrix8574: WTFH
jeffreythekiller: dfuhuisdfhiud
JimiHendrix8574: sd;flkajds;lkadsjflk;dsj;LKFJASD;LKFJASDLK;FJ
JimiHendrix8574: AHHHHHHHHH
JimiHendrix8574: I WAS EATING THAT SOUP
JimiHendrix8574: ASDFL;KASDJ;LKJSD;L'
JimiHendrix8574: ADFJSL;KJSD;FLJ
JimiHendrix8574: LIFE HATES ME
JimiHendrix8574: ;laksjdf;lkasjlkj;lkj
JimiHendrix8574: CONDOM IN MY FUCKING SOUP
JimiHendrix8574: ill look at it positivily
JimiHendrix8574: when have i ever gotten the chance to have a condom in my soup
JimiHendrix8574: thats rare

AND I HATE LIVEJOURNAL. GOOD FUCKING BYE.

early sunsets over monroeville

Sun, 21 Mar 2004 05:51:47 GMT

"What are they doing? Why do they come here?"

"Some kind of instinct, memory, what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives."

...

Fri, 19 Mar 2004 06:23:17 GMT

some people are too nice to me.

thank you, you know who you are.

attention..

Wed, 17 Mar 2004 06:10:22 GMT

so, you might think that hearing what you want to hear will make things better... but i feel just about the same, barely any better at all. maybe it depends on the way it's said, or the meaning behind it.

i guess i truly desire someone to actually like me for who i am, and accept me.
i don't want to feel not good enough.
or shy around their friends.
or just worried constantly.

but that's what i get. and that's what i have to live with.

i don't feel as jealous of everyone anymore.
now i'm just apathetic.

but vanity and self-loathing just make me go in circles.

i guess not everyone is bad...

and i guess not everyone thinks i'm good.

"Who the fuck is Moi?"

Mon, 15 Mar 2004 05:43:43 GMT

Well, once again I'm whining, but I guess I'm learning to accept things.
I just don't think I'll ever understand this,
or ever understand girls in general.
And why they just hate me.

but, whatever. I give up.

but I know you all came to see quizilla BS.

so..

You are a Summer Kiss! You love showin your boy
off... especially when you both can chill
outside with your shirts off...

What kind of Hot Boy Kiss are you??
brought to you by Quizilla

I promise swim class didn't make me totally gay.

east hastings...

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 03:30:09 GMT

i decided to do a last post, well for a long time. i'm kind of sick of this.

i'm so fake.

it seems like everything is bad.
i give up.

the ugly organist

Sun, 07 Mar 2004 02:33:21 GMT

eric... this is for you. i'm on the verge of tears.
canada misses you.

Ground control to Major Tom
Ground control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground control to Major Tom
(10, 9, 8, 7)
Commencing countdown, engines on
(6, 5, 4, 3)
Check ignition, and may God's love be with you
(2, 1, liftoff)

This is ground control to Major Tom,
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is Major Tom to ground control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in the most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past 100,000 miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows

Ground control to Major Tom,
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you...

Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do....

guys..

Thu, 04 Mar 2004 04:28:20 GMT

THAT gave me a boner. Don't deny the fucking hottess. bitches.

im soooo in ah god just all I can say to sum it up is <333333333333. its all wonderful. i miss you.

LOVE,
wyatt

dear diary..................

Tue, 02 Mar 2004 06:22:35 GMT

update even though one person reads this.

so, i have good news and bad news.

the good news is, my sex drive is back, so females, bring it

the bad news is, eric is gone... forever. his internet was taken away. i feel like crying. what am i going to do? i guess i could call him, but FUCK THAT.

i dont know, my mouth hurts, im kind of lonely, kind of frustrated, and kind of have an erection.

im going to go hump something now.

LOVE,
wyatt

Are we not who we say we are, my ghostly confessor?

Sat, 28 Feb 2004 05:53:19 GMT

Heart of Stone

What is Your Heart REALLY Made of?
brought to you by Quizilla

by the way...
if you read this while i sleep...<3 for you.

its all been said.

Fri, 27 Feb 2004 03:34:24 GMT

You are beautiful
Like these dripping
Veins.
Crying for a chance.
A friend. A lover.
To you your beauty is
Hidden like the secret of a rose,
The light of the morning.
You await the beauty
Of her touch, alone in
Your black corner.
Remain in your frame
Of unpainted pictures
Until you find your death.

i love eric. i am going to lose my virginity to him RIGHT NOW.
he writes poems about me.
aww erico.

theres nothing i can say, really. it's all been said...i'm tired of it.

----------------------

If you love someone, you don't want them to suffer.
You want to take their sufferings upon yourself.
If even I feel this way,
Why doesn't God?

-T.S. Elliot

options options options of subjects

Thu, 26 Feb 2004 06:14:59 GMT

Oh all the things to write about, and to not.
It's all so contrived, these entries.
I spend hours thinking of them. Or planning my day around how I will not write in this today.

How much can I say though?
I could just complain about my insecurites, which bother me the most lately. Or I could write a poem, and post it here, let the words speak for me.

A few times today I've been asked how things have been going with her. It makes me suspicious.... as if no one wanted it to go well. Well too bad, because things are fine. Two weeks? How about two months maybe? It feels as long, and that's all that should matter.

Something that didn't bother me before as much as it does now, is the way I stay in this room too much, every night. I don't want to be here. I want an excuse to miss updating, not that anyone reads this. I want to be out, doing nothing, just not here.

I have also found myself thinking about her a lot, almost every minute. I imagine what she's doing, if she's thought of me at all. I pretend for a moment, that she can see through my eyes, and feel like me. Even then, I act slightly different, sitting calm, not figeting. I act busy, or I stare at myself in the mirror, pretend she can see and realize what I am.

I am nothing, and yet I am full. Full of emotions and ideas, that never progress. I want to go to the doctor, and have him tell me something is wrong with me, because I feel so odd, with everything about me, I certainly can't be that normal, can I?

I've been trying lately to not get annoyed by people worrying, and I've been trying to not be so bitter for my age. I've also been trying to understand myself. Why can't I love? Why can't I feel anything honest in my life.

Things might be different, but then again, routine bites hard.

I can't remember the last time I saw the sun rise or set. How much can that show about me? The hours I spend in my room, missing every new oppurtunity. I want to be invited, I want to be important, but it's not part of my personality. I am meant to be off to the side. I accept this, but I can't.

But, whining aside,
you are beautiful. you should know this, and i know this.
and you are the most wonderful thing, flaws or not.
i want to kiss you again, to make up for any time it hasn't been great.
or just to put you in a good mood,
because i could be satisfied with that.

the things i try to forget...

Wed, 25 Feb 2004 05:33:07 GMT

i think far too much
driving home, looking out the window of my parents car
seeing the house im dying in
the blinds are down in the room i lock myself in
where i'd sit on the floor
and the clock would read 3:30
and stay there forever.
the simple beauty, those mornings held.
the lovers and the wishes they might still hold.
it's been awhile since i've looked.
but i wonder if i'd still feel alone sitting on my porch
watching my breath
thinking about this time next year.
and how much i change.
and how much these walls know.
it's no secret though.
because sound carries through them
and reaches dawn,
so that it knows to hold my hopes
as it rises again
and falls again.

i hate it.

Wed, 25 Feb 2004 03:06:50 GMT

im sick of it all.
i don't even want to bother anymore.
i can't be satisfied with anything.
especially me.
and im so jealous.
of everyone else's lives.
to where i dont even want to try and be what i'm not anymore.

and the people that make me happy.
just put up with me really.
because im not that bad.
but i know i really am.

I believe in a thing calllled Loveee

Tue, 24 Feb 2004 15:02:56 GMT

Hey Boyyyyy.
Just wanted to let you know, you are so wonderful and you make my day...EVERYDAY. Have a most excellent day.
Kisses x10

<3,
Jessica

sex, drugs, and jesus christ

Tue, 24 Feb 2004 02:41:46 GMT

it's not that i hate you, i just don't like you.

i wish i wasn't so obsessive and lame. i don't blame people for ignoring me.

oh baby...

Mon, 23 Feb 2004 06:36:17 GMT

Do you know what I love the most?
Even suburbs would be o.k.
With you beneath my sheets;
breeze in my window
'Cause we will go there, ignore all our neighbors
I think I'll bring you breakfast, play Johnny Cash on the stereo
I'll sit in the lazy chair all day remembering the things you do
So when you come home
I'll jump up to kiss you

And it will knock you back
You'll fall over our TV set
Pick you up and dust you off
Oh, Baby let's give it a go
Kiss your thighs to make you feel all right
Then I will get closer, taste a little sweat
I think I'm rearing to go
You're gonna get knocked out, yeah tied up in my trunk
In ten years we'll go to Ohio,
Steal Cadillac's for a living.

i hope you're happy with my empty days, and boring nights. but you know you are always on my mind.