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[friends] [29 Aug 2004|11:08am]
[ mood | curious ]

Wondering where I was the past few days?

.........Didn't think so. ^_^;

Suffice to say, no, I was not dead in a ditch. My parents' anniversary was the other day, so I hauled myself up there to see them. Promptly got yelled at and kicked out, so I stayed in a hotel...went back the next day and got to actually talk with them for a bit.

I think we kind of reached an understanding. Or at least the conclusion that I'm not just a "dead-beat rock star wannabe". Er...yay?

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[public] [11 Aug 2004|02:09am]
[ mood | amused ]

There are boxes in my apartment.

...Lots and lots of boxes.

Y'know, usually I'd be upset over something like this. But they seem to be working as a nice table right now, so hey. It's all good. ^_^ And the delivery people charged NG for the extra move (they were originally over there at the studio), and not me.

Hmm. Maybe a matching chair would work. I think there's enough to do both.

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[public] [03 Aug 2004|08:25pm]
[ mood | complacent ]

When I was in junior high, I wanted to play the violin. I played for a year before I got frustrated and quit. It never made the right sounds. Whenever I wanted to sound happy, it was cynical, when I wanted something wistful, it was sad and bitter. I don't think I realized at that point how much personality an instrument had.

My parents took it back to the shop we got it from, after prying it out of my hands, one day when I wouldn't stop playing. I kept sliding the bow over the strings, jerking it back and forth, crying and stomping my feet. I held the thing up, about to throw it at a wall, when my dad grabbed it.

I don't know what made me remember that. ^_^;;

It's kind of interesting though. Y'know? Guitar gets like that sometimes. You think you know what you're playing, but you never really do. You don't hear it the same way other people hear it.

Just some food for thought.

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[friends] [28 Jul 2004|01:42am]
[ mood | lazy ]

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[public] [24 Jul 2004|06:49pm]
[ mood | bored ]

your asshole.

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That was possibly the lamest, most inane thing I've done all day. Which is sad, because it's up against staring at my (faded beige painted) wall, talking to an answering machine, and walking up and down stairs.

By the way, no, I don't like pushing people around. >_

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Log [22 Jul 2004|07:58pm]
Hiro and AyakaCollapse )
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Prose entry [19 Jul 2004|08:19pm]
The park just seemed to be there. He didn't know why, or how, or if he had intended to go there. He was just there.

And so, with an unlit cigarette taunting him, Nakano Hiroshi sat down, and put his head in his hands.

What was this even about, anyway? Shuichi, Yuki. Music. Ayaka... What had him torn up so badly that he had aimlessly wandered into a bad part of town, alone, at some ungodly hour of the night. And why did it matter?

It was bordering on morning by that point, anyway.

The cigarette slipped between his fingers and hit the pavement beside his foot. Between rumpled hair and closed fingers, he peeked down at it. So this is what it's come to, he thought, lifting his head. He leaned down, picked up the cigarette and tossed it at the trash can on the other side of the sidewalk. He missed, of course...he'd never had good throwing aim anyway.

He rose to pick the object up, and stopped, sat down again. The streetlight over his head made a buzzing noise, flickered, and then went off - then on again.

What am I so upset about, anyway? So he wanted to see Yuki - big deal. Right? He can see me any time. What's the big deal with that? Even as he thought of it, he was reaching for a cigarette, lighting it...so much for quitting. It doesn't mean he cares more about him than me. He sighed, inhaled; watched the smoke rise into the air as he exhaled.

I'm not a main character. I never was. I'm the supporting cast. Does that make me replaceable..? If someone else were in my shoes. Would he have dated Ayaka? Would he be Shuichi's best friend?

...Would he have run out of gas on the highway at 2 in the morning?
Hiro grinned at the thought, let out a breath of a sigh that tried its hardest to be a laugh. It didn't really matter, when he thought about it. A person is a person. I guess it doesn't matter how important they are.

Crushing the cigarette under foot, he stood. Turned. Went home.
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[private] [17 Jul 2004|09:15pm]
[ mood | creative ]

I don't even know why I'm writing these here, but I guess it'd be nice to look back at them in a few years. Right?

*scratches head* Maybe not.

Ehh. Just a couple of lyrics - I wrote them for myself, I don't really plan on showing anyone. Shuichi's the one that writes the songs, not me. I'm no good at it, anyway. ^^; But hey, no harm in trying, right?

I worked endlessly,
Writing the same words over and over
Until they lost meaning.
I lost my way . . .

Thinking of melodies I'll never sing,
Walking alone down a dark road,
The headlights in the distance disappear
And all that's left is you
I'm feeling my way around a foreign cord,
Something I've never done before -
But I'm willing to try.

What do you see,
Looking at the darkened sky?
A thousand answers to questions you never asked.
"Better to leave it alone," you said,
But that could never happen,
When life got in the way.

When all the good days fade to gray,
Only negatives are left behind . . .
I want to run away forever,
Let me know, I'll take you too

I know, I know, the last lines are crap. And it's not done. I never seem to finish these things, do I? Oh well. At least I'm not the one that has the deadlines.

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Log [13 Jul 2004|02:09pm]
A return visit to the hospital.Collapse )
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[public] [11 Jul 2004|06:48pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

I can't believe this. I just can't fucking believe it.

I've had the craziest 36 (...36? maybe 48. I can't quite tell the difference at the moment) hours of my life right here This has been absolutly insane, I swear.
I was at the hosiptal last night, right...and then I left...went back to my apartment, got my motorcycle, and decided to just go ride somewhere. Ended up on the highway at what, 1 am?

And then I ran out a gas. Completely. Stopped in th middle of the road. And there was NO ONe around. I walked about two miles before I couldtn keep going. Sat down on th side of the highway just waiting for someone to drive by.

Finally saw someone abotu an hour later, waved them over. Ended up being a couple of girls, a bit younger than me...why they were out so late i dont know... truns out theyre Bad luck fans though, so they gvae me a ride back to the city with my motorcycle in the bed of their truck (yes. truck.)
Tehy were...alittle bit skary. Yknow? Fangirls. They asked me to sign some stuff which I was ok with...they prtty much saved the night fr me. Couldve sucked alot worse. I asked em to drop me of a coupel blocks form my aprtment but I tink they followd me awhile...
Anyway so i guess I got in around 3-something and fell asleep on the couch (couldtn make it to the bed i guess)...woke up few minuts ago but im still tired...cant really se teh keyboard ether. so i gues i;m goinf back to bed.

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Log time! [07 Jul 2004|01:21am]
This is the log that caused the below entry, but of course. :P

Always look both ways before crossing the street.Collapse )
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[private] [07 Jul 2004|12:40am]
[ mood | numb ]

It feels like some kind of dream.

This isn't the kind of thing that's supposed to happen in real life. It works like this in movies. TV. Books. But not in real life, and not to someone I know.

Then why did it happen? How did this happen?

I don't understand. I've never really had a friend hurt like this, never lost a family member. Never lost anyone.

Heh...look at me, I'm talking like he's dead.

Oh, god, I just need to stop right there, don't I? He'll be fine. He's tough...tougher than he acts. And stubborn. He'll survive this, just so he can bother Yuki again if nothing else.

Yuki...Yuki Eiri. I don't even want to get started. He swooped in like some kind of...something. And he took my best friend.

I think I'm going to the hospital later, but I'm not sure if Shuichi wants to see me. Maybe he'd rather see Yuki Eiri.

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