czech_yourhead

I officially

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 06:09:05 GMT

have the least attractive livejournal layout in the history of man.

This thing still exists, eh?

Sun, 22 Jul 2007 08:36:37 GMT

Any of you who are still around, make your presence known!

Wasting my time.

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 22:14:07 GMT

I already miss New York, among other things and people.

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 21:29:24 GMT

<td align="center"> Jon Matle --
[adjective]:

Banshee-like

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com</td>

You Betcha.

Fri, 24 Feb 2006 22:02:37 GMT

I googled sad panda and that's what I got.

It should have been a picture of me.

Thu, 16 Feb 2006 07:15:46 GMT

NEVER WILL A DAY LAST LONGER THAN TODAY

metal.

Tue, 31 Jan 2006 06:13:09 GMT

Mon, 09 Jan 2006 16:31:43 GMT

I am a mountain
I am a tall tree ohh..
I am a swift wind sweepin the country
I am a river down in the valley ohh..
I am a vision and I can see clearly

If anybody asks you who I am
Just stand up tall
Look em in the face and say

I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey I made it
Mmm..
I'm the world's greatest
And I'm that little bit of hope
When my backs against the ropes
I can feel it
Mmm..
I'm the world's greatest
the world greatest,
the world greatest,ever

I am a giant
I am an eagle ooh..
I am a lion
Down in the jungle
I am a marchin band
I am the people ooh
I am a helpin hand..
I am a hero
Ohh..

If anybody asks you who I am
Just stand up tall
Look em in the face and say

I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that moutain peak up high
Hey, I made it
Mmmm...
I'm the world´s greatest
I'm that little bit of hope
When my backs against the ropes
I can feel it
Mmmm...
I'm the world´s greatest

In the ring of life, I'll rain love
And the world will notice a king
When there is darkness I'll shine a light
And you'll use the success you'll find in me

I'm that star up in the sky (oohhhhh)
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey I made It
I'm the worlds greatest
I'm that little bit of hope
When my back's against the ropes
I can feel it
I'm the worlds greatest

ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh
I'm that star up in the sky
I'm that mountain peak up high
Hey I made It
I'm the worlds greatest
I'm that little bit of hope
When my back's against the ropes ohhhhhh
I can feel it
I'm the worlds greatest

I saw the light
At the end of a tunnel
Believe in the pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow
And faith was right there
To pull me through, yeah
Used to be locked doors
Now I can just walk on through

It's the greatest
Can you feel it
Say the greatest
Can you feel it

I saw the light
At the end of a tunnel
Believe in the pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow
And faith was right there
To pull me through, yeah
Used to be locked doors
Now I can just walk on through
Hey, uh, hey, hey, hey, yeah
It's the greatest
I'm that star up in the sky

Mon, 02 Jan 2006 18:51:26 GMT

New Jersey = Best trip ever.

Favorite People list - MirianMirianMirianMirian, Ian, Mike, Emory, Alyssa.

pictures soon to follow.

Wed, 14 Dec 2005 05:55:23 GMT

I'm looking for a dime that's top of the line, cute face, slim waist with a big behind.

Sun, 22 May 2005 18:03:15 GMT

so, i'm in tennessee for a few days(i'll have a huge picture post soon) and i just so happened to see mymymaggie at some show.

it was....interesting.

Wed, 11 May 2005 20:53:38 GMT

FIVE years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a soft inland murmur.--Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
The day is come when I again repose
Here, under this dark sycamore, and view 10
These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,
Which at this season, with their unripe fruits,
Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves
'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms,
Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
With some uncertain notice, as might seem
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, 20
Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire
The Hermit sits alone.
These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind,
With tranquil restoration:--feelings too 30
Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered, acts
Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world, 40
Is lightened:--that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,--
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.
If this
Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft-- 50
In darkness and amid the many shapes
Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir
Unprofitable, and the fever of the world,
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart--
How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee,
O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!
And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought,
With many recognitions dim and faint,
And somewhat of a sad perplexity, 60
The picture of the mind revives again:
While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years. And so I dare to hope,
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led: more like a man 70
Flying from something that he dreads, than one
Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then
(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,
And their glad animal movements all gone by)
To me was all in all.--I cannot paint
What then I was. The sounding cataract
Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colours and their forms, were then to me
An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80
That had no need of a remoter charm,
By thought supplied, nor any interest
Unborrowed from the eye.--That time is past,
And all its aching joys are now no more,
And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur, other gifts
Have followed; for such loss, I would believe,
Abundant recompence. For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes 90
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impels 100
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods,
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye, and ear,--both what they half create,
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise
In nature and the language of the sense,
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul 110
Of all my moral being.
Nor perchance,
If I were not thus taught, should I the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me here upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once, 120
My dear, dear Sister! and this prayer I make,
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all 130
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold
Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk;
And let the misty mountain-winds be free
To blow against thee: and, in after years,
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, 140
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place
For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then,
If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,
Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts
Of tender joy wilt thou remember me,
And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance--
If I should be where I no more can hear
Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams
Of past existence--wilt thou then forget
That on the banks of this delightful stream 150
We stood together; and that I, so long
A worshipper of Nature, hither came
Unwearied in that service: rather say
With warmer love--oh! with far deeper zeal
Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget,
That after many wanderings, many years
Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs,
And this green pastoral landscape, were to me
More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!

Mon, 02 May 2005 03:09:08 GMT

fucking idiots, stop promoting on my journal. i will not join your bullshit community.

Sun, 24 Apr 2005 05:52:04 GMT

this is my new journal.