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i hate quizes [Aug. 1st, 2005|02:18 pm]
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Griffin Evans Newton's Aliases



Your movie star name: Food Barry

Your fashion designer name is Griffin Venice

Your socialite name is Girf-balls Rome, Ga!

Your fly girl / guy name is G New

Your detective name is Giraffe Darlington

Your barfly name is Ice Cream And Tacos Beer

Your soap opera name is Evans Cherry

Your rock star name is Butterfinger Cheetah

Your star wars name is Griram Newjos

Your punk rock band name is The Complacent Rubix Cube








but this one made me laugh
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thoughts on broccoli [Jul. 22nd, 2005|02:22 pm]
igotguminmyhair
It's weird how things change in life. For example, when I was a little kid, I liked broccoli, but I didn't like to eat the stalks...only the bushy green seedy leafy stuff at the top... but now that I'm older, I appreciate the entire piece of broccoli... I think I may even like the stalk more now, because it doesn't get stuck in my teeth the way those little sprouty things on the top do.

I like celery now, too. And cucumbers.

(I heard the trying new foods was a sign of emotional maturity, but I believe that to be nothing more than speculation, and perhaps even a flat out lie.)

And where do the days go?

And why can't you sell on EBay without a credit or debit card? Is a savings account not good enough anymore? They always want more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more.......etc..............

And were the second attacks on London set up by the corroboration of our governments to create an excuse to enforce tighter security laws on us?

And how do turtle shells grow? I simply don't understand that.

and also.... ah, fuck it.

-Griffin
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Hoglabah [Jul. 3rd, 2005|10:18 pm]
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Why is it that some people have the ability to do everything that they dream up, and I can't make myself do anything right? God damnit. It must be some kind of short in my brain... I actually have a initiation deficiency. I don't lack ambition or motivation...I day dream all the time about actualizing the things that I feel would make me happy, but I never follow through. Am I the only person who feels this way? Most of the time I feel like I've been left behind, and by my own choices. I mean, everyday I plan to start tomorrow, but tomorrow never seems to be the right time. And then I sit around and dwell and wallow in my self inflicted unhappiness. I'm going to waste myself. I don't want to. On top of all this...I've turned myself into an outsider. I don't have any desire to do the things I use to do... what use to entertain me feels like a waste of time now. I keep thinking that there must be something bigger and better for me, but then I think that if I left I would be miserable too. Is this growing up or some sort of chemical imbalance that I'm afflicted with? Shit.

Sometimes I think that the woman I hope to be someday would spit on the little girl that I am right now if they were ever to meet.

It felt wonderful to admit those things.

-Griffin
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Heart aches and clean slates. [Apr. 14th, 2005|08:05 pm]
igotguminmyhair
No More. No more goats. No more Pink Floyd on the tombstone and no more listening to anything Jack White has to say. No more tree climbing, yard skippin', barn fuckin', and no more dirty looks. No more sad songs, love songs, regret songs, take me back songs, happy songs, murder ballads, punk rock, or oldies. No more music. Keep that shit as far away from me as you possibly can. Oh, and of course, no more jesus. No more pissing in the yard, no more bike riding instructions. No more heart breaking beagles or bouncy little labs... and no more kittens. I hate kittens. No more late night study sessions, which means no more dumb pile, and no more will i lack the proper amount of sleep. I will not watch another lunar eclipse, grill another sandwich, or make a trip to mississippi for some time. No more back aches from a slumpy old couch, no more pushing cushions against mattresses, trying to remedy the situation. I am giong to wipe every freckle off my face. No more chinese food, mexican food, or wendy's. Never another double stack. Fuck Jager, Jack, and Jim. No more giving the wrong bra to the wrong girl, no more buggy pushing, and no more forgotten beer under the cart. No more free atkins milk shakes. No more visits with the family or making flower arrangements. No more pictures, letters, or calls, sending or receiving. No more goodbyes. A little more missing, but that too will pass... Chins up, and then lots more smiles, sunshine, happiness, blue skies, rainbows, frolicking, skipping, adventuring, soul searching and love. Someday.

Everyday is a new day.
I rule my destiny.
E V E R Y D A Y

-Griffin
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Rub my body down. Meh. Am I makin' you uncumfurbuhl, grll? [Feb. 17th, 2005|11:15 pm]
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I spent most of the early hours of the day humming to myself. Some days are just days for singing...today was one...and so was yesterday... I can't remember the day before that very clearly, but I'm assuming it was probably a pretty good day for singing as well.

Then there was school... the never ending lectures in my philosophy class(which I was under the IMPRESSION was going to be an interesting class), the sobbing involved with the death class, the pressure of feeding my wayward best friend's pets, and then the calm. Cards, junk food, tactless smokers, giggles and snorts.

When I visited my grandfather in the hospital tonight, he patted my back and asked to see my meter. He also pulled on my index finger and asked if I had the key to the switch. I think he was a little confused about what was what. Needless to say, he isn't feeling quite up to snuff yet... but I'm optimistic and full of hope, and right now things are looking up.

Speaking of looking up....

I think I am going to go to bed now. Goodnight.

-Griffin
(and I know that *speaking of looking up* thing didn't make any sense, but i needed a good transitional sentence, so go easy on me, would ya?)
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the echo effect [Dec. 7th, 2004|11:36 pm]
igotguminmyhair
Here comes that same ol' girl... pushing me back into the corner where I crouched for so long. I'ld finally shaken out all the leg cramps and was under the impression that this uncomfortable phase of my life was fineto... but I'm sliding back down the wall whispering "assume the position" under my breath, despite my best wishes. I am the reciprocal negate of successful, smart, responsible, admirable, motivated, dedicated, or any other characteristic that one would call enviable or even decent. Tomorrow is always the day, and it always has been. So here's to doing it tomorrow... Here's to fearing reality until it finally tracks your ass down and rips you limb from limb with it's once dull fangs that it only had time to sharpen while you were in hiding. Here's to being the ne plus ultra of making the wrong decision every single fucking time. Here's to me.

Fuck me.

-Griffin
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(no subject) [Nov. 29th, 2004|01:04 am]
igotguminmyhair
Mortality sucks.

So does writing research papers...

but Saved was a pretty funny movie.
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10 second update [Nov. 24th, 2004|01:53 am]
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Eight bodies in this house and I think we might run out of oxygen before Friday. Then again, I might just choke on all the sweetness circulating though this place.
I love my family, but.......
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the livejournal has been resurrected. [Nov. 23rd, 2004|12:30 am]
igotguminmyhair
Recovering from 25 cent beer night at Hooters... Sundays just got a lot better in Rome.

Passed out in the driveway last night because I lost my keys. Apparently I rolled down a mountain in the the ghetto as a result of my complete intoxication. I have bruises and scratches strategically placed up and down the right side of my body.. That, of course, is also a product of my complete intoxication.

I finished my research paper drunk and exhausted at 8:30 this morning. Luckily, when I got to school my teacher informed me that the due date had been changed to the 29th, which is awesome because the paper sounded like the hodge-podge of drunken bibble babble that it was.

Bed time for me. Man, I missed you LiveJournal. Sincerely.

-Griffin
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(no subject) [Sep. 6th, 2004|02:19 am]
igotguminmyhair
There was a waiter at the waffle house tonight whose name was Chip... -like chip off the old block- ...More like chip off the old tooth. I drank weak Waffle House coffee in Cedartown tonight, instead of in Rome. I'm not really a big fan of coffee, but I always order it because I love the way it looks when you pour the individual serving of cream into a cup of black coffee. The cream plops into the coffee and disappears, only to resurface seconds later in a nuclear dairy mushroom, swirling around in clouds of half and half until it finally ceases to be creamer, and just becomes part of the coffee. It's fun to watch.
I feel a metaphor coming on....
Yes, I could share that fate with a pouch of creamer if I let myself be dumped in this town anymore permanently. With a quick stir, everything that makes me unique will be absorbed by this monotony, and I will just become a part of this routine, not really experiencing, only existing. I’ll just be an underlying after taste in the mouth of society, with nothing special to interject or contribute to the world.

-Griffin
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