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Name: Dallin
Country: United States
State: Montana
Metro: Missoula
Birthday: 11/24/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Music of many forms, playing an important role in someone's life, planning for the future.
Expertise: Instrumental music, singing, composing, listening. I'm a great person yet to be discovered.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Media
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  TheLastTrack12
MSN: CanadaMan2483@hotmail.com
Member Since:
12/1/2003
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| I'm going insane! It's incredible. Once again I feel like I've been everywhere that I don't belong.
The year is going by fast... I hope next year is faster.
I only have to take 1 credit english and american government next year to graduate... which means I can goof off with electives. I'll be in band, guitar 3, harmony, and anything else I can find to fit my skills.
I'm almost out of here... almost free. I don't want to be here any longer. I've gotten NO WHERE in my social life. It's just a dead end...
That and the band program could be a lot better... therefore I do a lot of personal study so I don't fall behind. I should be going to BYU at the end of this year for the music festival, I hope I make it into the advanced band.
JAZZ BAND RULES!
So does my quintet.
Yes... I am accomplishing something. I just wish I could get rid of these problems i have...
I get angry when people touch me
I get angry at my math homework because my graphs aren't perfectly straight
I only talk to people that I've observed conversing with people I already know
I swear, if that kid keeps smacking my head, I'm going to kill him.
Carpe Diem
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| Well, the date was a flop...
She couldnt get a hold of me so she assumed that I was skipping out on the date, so she called a friend over. So then I called it off, but then called her back later and she's like "come over" and so I did. Blah... then they got invited to Herron park to light a fire and talk... I didn't know anyone. Due to my current mental condition, I don't like dealing with a lot of people I don't know, so I kind of went into a frozen state... just listening without remembering any words they said. I left when I got too cold, and Tayvia didn't say good bye.
Well, I think IM ready to.
the phrase I always put at the end is latin for "Sieze the day" for those of you who don't know.
So...
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| I'm growing out my hair again
Tayvia and I are talking again, I guess that's pretty sweet
Dank
I can do some pretty sweet lighter tricks with mah zippo yo
Carpe Diem
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| Well, my computer has just been totally rebooted. Lost a lot of crap and a lot of other crap, but in the long run im glad this computer is working again. Hooray!?
So AJ Noe has joined the band. He is talent. That's right. Talent. He is it.
We decided to call the band Zatarra. lots of KUDOS for anyone who can guess where the hell that came from.
New pictures coming soon... once I decide to get the software up and running again.
And one last request before I end this entry... I'd like everyone that knows me to write a memoriable event we had together. Soemthing simple, something good. Thanks a bunch.
Carpe Diem
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| I just got back from a slightly boring trip to canada. woohoo.
I got a new camera, a very very good one. So hopefully I'll be
posting some pictures of Kalispell and the area around it so you guys
can see where I'm at. It's a beutiful hell as I like to think of
it. I wish I could have the landscape and my friends, but I'm
only left with one...
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A lot of people have cried on my account. Maybe more people than
I've ever seen and maybe more times then I know, but it has
happened. I feel like I'm restricting myself when I hold back
tears - something I've been able to accomplish without effort. I
know it's driving me crazy because I feel less like I used to feel so
long ago. I miss these familiar faces that haunt me in my dreams,
the same faces I used to bring smiles to. Their smiles seem to
melt into a frown. I can't remember ever looking into your
eyes. I don't look into people's eyes, I feel so insecure about
it.
How can a place create a different person? A place is a place to
everyone but me. It's like a whole new world here. Of all
the things I miss it must be the romance; all of the times I may have
taken for granted when I could tell someone I loved them and feel good
about it, and the times I used to mean soemthing to someone else when I
could be there for them. Now those days are over... against my
will.
Of all the many things I have forgotten from my past, I still remember
the times where I promised special people that I would be back.
Three years. Just three years. I'm coming to a point where
that promise has no life left to stand.
Sometimes when it's quiet and no one is around, I can pretend someone
is there. I whisper sweet nothings into their ear, and dillusions
speak back to me and lift up my lips and my spirits. When the
silence is broken, so is my heart, and reality keeps me up all
night. Please come back to me. Please talk to me.
These dreams are drugs and fake to me. Don't hope for me to fall
back into place because this solid ground has no more room for
me. I need new grounds. Yes, I need a new world, a new
hope, a new love.
Carpe Diem
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