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(no subject) [Dec. 30th, 2005|11:01 am]
Samuel Myles




Happy Bloody Fuckin'
New Year.

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(no subject) [Aug. 1st, 2005|09:36 pm]
Samuel Myles
OH GLORY BE!

My new lappy hath fin ally arrived!
Goodnight desktop, mornin' lappy.

So yeah, I should be updating more frequently now, not to mention checking your journals even more often.
TAHOOOOOTLES, me frns.
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(no subject) [Jul. 2nd, 2005|04:36 pm]
Samuel Myles
Mother just put Beach Boys on...LOUDLY.

More odd is the fact that

I am officially a highschool graduate.
Subsequently, I am FaceBook-erized.
Facebook me kids.



MY COMPUTER IS BROKEN.
Kaput.
Totally out of commisson.
As in "Flashing QUESTION MARK whenever I turn the bloody thing on" broken.

For our viewing pleasure, Adam Garcia:


Miss you kiddos.

-Sam
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These are a few of my favorite things.... [Apr. 30th, 2005|01:27 am]
Samuel Myles
[music |Kill Bill Vol. 1]

I like to do random searches on Webshots.
Except they arn't ENTIRELY random.
They'll usually be searches for someone I'm stalking, or an event I *ahem* "couldn't make."

Often, it winds up as a degrees of separation game.

A little while ago, I did a search pertaining to the house parties I was present at this past week...for shits and giggles.




I found this though through the mere joy of ADD and a trigger happy mouse hand.

I'm digging through one of the school's basements for costumes for My Fair Lady.
Not QUITE what I was expecting to find, but my nose looks cute.

I've been spending too much time infront of the mirror again...

...OH WELL, no one evr said Vanity was WRONG...right?
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(no subject) [Apr. 14th, 2005|11:28 am]
Samuel Myles

College Wishlist:



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Poster for room. From Warhol's Camouflage series

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Boonjte Garland Shade. (always can use some extra light source)


More to come.
later.
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(no subject) [Feb. 6th, 2005|09:02 pm]
Samuel Myles
[mood |annoyedannoyed]
[music |Je N'en Connais Pas La Fin-Jeff Buckley]

Today is the 6th.
Tmrw will be the 7th.
A week from then, Valentines day.
And then a too-damned long stretch until St Patrick's day when I can get so unabashedly trash that I can forget everything.
Valentine's; the (HORRIBLE)State of the Union...Address; the people who just won't leave my life no matter how hard I try and make them; all the planned visits to college friends I'll never get to make; my hopes of a semblance to happiness...


I think I shall abandon live journal very, very shortly.

It seems to provide me with more depressing thoughts than I'd ever be able to come up with on my own.

Yuck.
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Stolen from my dear friend, zig_zag_dance [Nov. 28th, 2004|01:22 am]
Samuel Myles
[mood |indifferentindifferent]
[music |Interpol--Antics]

(credit given in subject line)

leave an anonymous comment with:

1 secret
1 critique
1 compliment
1 death threat
1 love note
lyrics to a song
how old you are
how long we've been "friends"
& a hint to who you are.


Well, let's see if anyone responds to this.
I love self-indulgence almost as much as I do self-pity.
Actually, no.
I hate self-pity.
But I'm addicted to it.
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(no subject) [Sep. 28th, 2004|02:54 pm]
Samuel Myles



Last night, my bird died in my arms.
I'm really gonna miss the ole girl...

sigh
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(no subject) [Sep. 14th, 2004|01:07 am]
Samuel Myles

"Reality exists only through experience, and it must be personal experience."


–Gao Xingjian, Soul Mountain


I think this makes disgustingly good sense.
Think about it...really.
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(no subject) [Sep. 13th, 2004|01:28 am]
Samuel Myles

"I breathe the sweet smell of espresso
That saturates the backseat of his car
The residue of late night coffee breaks
Our 3am escapes
Slightly stale and fading.
"




It's 2:30am on a Sunday, and I'm about to sneak out for some Drunkin Donuts with becca.

So much for the turn around?

Eh...We'll see.
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