Name:Timothy Location: Illinois, United States Birthday:12/3/1985 Gender:Male
Interests:Golf, Singing, Computers, Hanging out with friends, Volunteering, Guitar, Piano, Writing music, Writing poems, Working out with friends, procrastination, listening to any music that sounds good to my ear (oldies is a favorite tho), sketch, waiting for that girl that makes me feel how I used to feel because you cant look for love, you gotta let it come to you..right? Expertise:Making music, writing music/poems, singing, computers, drawing, cooking...I might not be an EXPERT at them all...But I try my best to do what I can... Occupation:Student Industry:Education/Research
Holy shit its been awhile since I've updated this...well...I also have a livejournal and myspace...so...just go to my AIM name and look at my profile its there....my livejournal is irish_tenor...and my myspace is plain ole timothy...just look up my damn name...anyway...ill post here tomorrow...im going to bed...night all
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG...(obviously going to be a bitchy post)...Fuck...What a shitty fucking day..."how was school Napoleon?" "Worst day of my life! Wadda ya think?!"...definately said it best...I didn't go to bed till....3...am?...And then I have to get up at 7 for my 8 am class...but I said fuck it..I want to sleep some more and then study...so as I try to catch up on some little sleep every fucking five god damn minutes my mother comes into my bedroom and starts yelling at me...for christs sake I took the fucking class off because Ive been studying and wanted to get a little sleep!..."Well you shouldve thought of that last night when you were on the fucking computer or the phone"...You know what? Fuck you...I was studying all god damn night and I get on the phone for 40 fucking minutes so I can get some peace and maybe have something to make me feel a little better and your going to tell me I was playing games all night?! WRARRHHH!...And then for you to come in every 5 to 10 minutes to say..."You better be getting good grades in that class"or..."If you lose your fucking scholarship your ass is mine" Or some shit along those lines...GOD DAMNIT CANT I JUST FUCKING SLEEP?!...Ugh...and then by the time all the yelling and shit is done...im prettty much awake...and then she turns into some nice mom and is like...oh...cinnamon rolls are ready come eat if your hungry...what the fuck is that...I just dont understand it sometimes...So then after the shitty morning comes my aural skills test...so I leave my house around five to 9...getting bitched at some more..."Do you know what time it is? Isnt your test a 9? You better get your ass moving! If you fucking lose that scholarship!"...JUST...SHUT...THE...FUCK....UP!!!....(mind you all this yelling was done internally by me...i dont think i could ever really yell like that at my mom..)...So I leave...grumbling and tired out into the freezing chicago morning...I get to the music building at about 9...9:05...I walk up to the door..."Aural Skills Tests will be taken in Hanson 24"....upstairs...okay..So..I walk up...And I see a friend sitting on the steps...I'm like...Whats going on? She said "We are running late...my test was supposed to be at 8:45"..oh...mind you before this I ran to the computer lab to look something up because i have no idea what the difference between melodic, hamonic, and natural minors are in solefedge...so I'm just like....god damn...i rush and rush and i dont even have to go yet...so like...and hour an a half later I'm up...so now its...what...lets say its okay like 10...or so...So I go...la la la do re me...blah blah blah...I did 'okay'...she said it was pretty good...so...im kinda happy..im like..this isnt so bad...so...its 10:40...damn its late because I have a physics final at 11:45 that I havent studied for...only because i thought id be there at 9....go till 9:15-9:30...and then study..but no...only an hour to study..so...im like...fuck...lil pissed...but still semi good mood from the test...so i come home...open my book....phone rings..."hello?"...."tj are you coming to study with us or what?"...damn...hang up...get back in the car...go BACK to school...sit...study...panic...11:45...test...pfft...im fucked...get the test...sigh a bunch...flip pages...glance around...type shit into my calculator..blah blah blah...hand it in...and then groan...its like 12:45....come home....sit here..and type all this shit...so why am i still pissed? okay...so...fucked on the physics test today...today i still have choir at 3:30...and i cant skip because i missed monday...ugh...so..choir...come home and think about what i gotta do: study for my piano final tomorrow (fucked)...study for my aural skills final part two (fucked)....finish my incomplete work from physics...which includes..two web research assignments..a take home lab...and the final part two: a research paper (ooooo-fucked)....so thats for TODAY...then tomorrow such a happy and bright fucking day...i get to go and fuck some more finals up...i really hope I just get some all B's or all C's on my report at least...i mean shit...I'm trying at least...I havent given up all hope...Ugh..I'm so stressed...and hungry...and tried...and a bunch more shit...so yeah...thats my great fucking two day lineup...god knows there is more but im just too braindead to think of the rest...i'm sure late tonight i'll make another, more coehearent and nicer, post...until then...WRRRAAAHHH!
After quite an amazing and undescribeable night last night...I must say I am very content and have nothing really to say...so I'll post this little entry that I'm stealing my from buddy Drew!
-An ode from one nice guy (part 1)_
-First off this is not to start controversy or dispute, but just to throw out some information to the few of you. Guys do go through a lot of drama but not to say that girls go through less. There have been a lot of misunderstandings, between men and women that cause clashes between the two groups. For instance, when men get jealous its not to cause you women anguish, but to notify you that I am anxious about what is happening between you and that certain person. If a guy did show jealously, it shows he does care and he wants you to know he cares about being with you. It’s not to get on your nerves and hide you from the world. Those nice guys would want you to go out have fun, but also be cautious in what you do. A nice guy would want you to be yourself when your hanging out with your girls, because that’s the person who he had fallen in love with. And he wants to share you with the world._
-This is also for the great guys out there, but are sorely overlooked, because of minor things such as looks come into play. And i know its not girls fault all the way in that sense, because looks is what we first encounter, when meeting somebody. Its not like we see a persons personality when looking across a room, but all nice guys need is one chance into your heart. A nice guy wouldn’t just give up if he knew there was something left but didn’t. Going through those phone call break ups, trying to talk his way back into your heart. A nice guy would do anything until there is nothing left to do to make a relationship work. This is for the guy who would walk around the mall follow his girl around a store for hours and her not buy anything, and not say anything because all you think of is how much you love spending time with her. This is for the guy who can tolerate her girlfriends who talk trash, bout you and still ask civil to them, because you know how much it would mean to her._
-Girls these guys are out there waiting to be found. I know it’s going to be tough, going through the typical player types. I know you would just want to give up and just deal with the defective guy you have in front of you, but for the girls who don’t want to give up your reward will be waiting for you. And I know there is no perfect guy in this whole entire world, but these nice guys are pretty damn close.But what do i know right I am just one guy._
“A good guy could touch a girl’s heart, an even greater guy could touch her soul.”
