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Name: Andrew
Country: Canada
Birthday: 6/30/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Breaking, Piano, Soccer, Trumpet, Computer Games, Basketball, Music, Running, Jumping, Spinning, Working out, Eating, Sleeping
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/4/2003
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| run and tell all of the angels, this could take all night, think i need a devil to help me get things right. hook me up a new revolution cause this one is a lie; we sat around laughing and watched the last one die. i'm lookin to the sky to save me, lookin for a sign of life, lookin for something to help me burn out bright. i'm lookin for complication, lookin cause i'm tired of lying. make my way back home when i learn to fly. think i'm done nursing the patience, it can wait one night, i'd give it all away if you give me one last try. we'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life, run and tell the angels that everything's alright. i'm lookin to the sky to save me, lookin for a sign of life, lookin for
something to help me burn out bright. i'm lookin for complication,
lookin cause i'm tired of trying. make my way back home when i learn to
fly. make my way back home when i learn to
fly.
learn to fly - foo fighters
*guitare chords for this one are pretty easy ; )
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| 4.3%...That's my body fat percentage. At least that what the trainer at Fitness World measured out. It was the last day of my week pass there and i figured i'd cash in for the free fitness consultation. I got a circuit trianing program down, it's short and intense. any ubc-ers wanna do the circuit with me during free gym at the pool? As for the results, the trainer assured me that it was pretty accurate, whoot! so im a natural athlete!....or maybe just a skinny ass...i'll just tell everyone it's the former...
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| I have a theory...my theory is that late at night, when i'm waiting for the bus, minding my own business, strangers find me very...approachable. I don't say anything, but people always approach me. About random stuff too, to complain about government, sports, medicare, the buses... Tonight for example, a guy (i assume he was a dj or somthing by the box of records he was carrying) asked me if i knew when the next bus was coming. Pretty normal, i mean, its a bus stop right. Another guy asked me if I had a light. I didn't, but he manged to get one off another lady for his joint. I guess that's normal too. A third guy wandered by and wanted to know how to get to metrotown. He was gone, wasted, about to cry, but luckily, me and another woman waiting at the stop managed to convince him to cross the street to kingsway so he wouldn't 'miss' his bus to metro. A little unusual but not unexpected. Then some drunk people came by, one girl asked me for the time. Aiight...This is at main street by the way, so it's usually not this busy. Guess I was just on a roll tonight. Cuz i totally wasn't the only person at the bus stop, but everyone kept coming to me. The next question i get is 'what are you listening to?' One of the girls from the drunk group. She asked to listen. We talked a little. Apparently I have nice eyes...in the dark. Then I met a filipino guy from the group. He was pretty nice. From manila. Then time-girl came back again. She had lots to say. Wouldn't stop actually. She hit the wall to show me a scar she got on one of her knuckles. A little freaky now...
Anywhoo, faily decent night for stranger-bus-stop-talk, and I came away with a phone number too. Doesn't beat the singing bus i was on one time... Completely different story tho. have a good night.
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| What day is it, and in what month? - This clock never seemed so alive - I can't keep up, and I
can't back down: I've been losing so much time. Cuz it's you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do; nothing to lose. And it's you and me and all of the people and I don't
know why I can't keep my eyes off of you.
All of the things that I want to say, just aren't comming out right: I'm tripping on words;
you've got my head spinning. I don't know where to go from here. Cuz it's you and me and all
of the people with nothing to do; nothing to prove. And it's you and me and all of the
people and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you.
There's something about you that I can't quite figure out: Everthing she does is beautiful,
everything she does is right. Cuz it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do;
nothing to lose. And it's you and me and all of the people and I don't know why I can't
keep my eyes off of you.
Cuz it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do; nothing to prove. And it's
you and me and all of the people and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you.
What day is it, and in what month? - This clock never seemed so alive...
You and Me - Lifehouse
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| i know, i know...its been a while since i've posted...actually it's
rare that i actually post at all, but i wanted to check how everyone
was doing without being intrusive of course.
Just a big old WASSSUP?!
anyways good luck on your midterms, papers...watever you're doing, havn't been clubbing for
a while, anyone want to go?? hit me up when your done! <<woot!>>
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