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Wednesday, May 19, 2004

there are many definitions of a blog you know.
1) a diary that everyone can read.hence not a diary
2) a place for info to be read. but most of the time just ignored
3) a blog as in a block which means something to do with a brick.which doesnt sound very fun as bricks only have 6 sides to it.in fact a brick may be more interesting than a blog.
4) a blog is a website that people have to write what they like.
5) a blog is a sharing

therefore my blog is all of the above. a diary,info-thingy,a brick,a website,and a sharing of all my bullshit.

here i am harold herbert george. james does not write in his blog cuz he is sitting on the couch and staring at the peeling ceiling.i am his pet dog and also his alter ego.i write what he tells me to write and if i make a mistake he shall whip me.

anyway....

life is getting much more straight. being at the parliment house today listening to some dude speaking about 'safety in construction sites'. it all just reminds me of how much this life is so based upon rules, regulations and such straightforwardness.Same with school work. teachers ask you for creativity. YES JAMES BE CREATIVE. then when ure creative they fail you and say you didnt follow the format.what happened to bending of rules? and realisation that not everything has to be so serious.like the librarian.what the shit man. oh well.

lyrics by good charlotte: wondering

If you want me to wait, I would wait for you
If you tell me to stay, I would stay right through
If you don't wanna say anything at all
I'm happy wondering
Since I was a young man I never was a fun man
I never had a plan and no security
Then ever since I met you I never could forget you
I only wanna get you right here next to me
'Cause everybody needs somone that they can trust and...
You're somebody that I found just in time
Now my life is changing, it always rearranging
It always getting stranger than I thought it ever could
Ever since I found you, I wanna be around you
I wanna get down to the point that I need you
'Cause everybody needs somone that they can trust and..
You're somebody that I found just in itime
If you want me to wait, I would wait for you
If you tell me to stay, I would stay right through
If you don't wanna say anything at all
I'm happy wondering
Don't tell me the bad news
Don't tell me anything at all
Just tell me that you need me
And stay right here with me
If you want me to wait, I would wait for you
If you tell me to stay, I would stay right through
If you don't wanna say anything at all
I'm happy wondering



James Barr at 7:06 AM

your lipstick, his collar

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But while you debate half empty or half full,

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