Football (American), Paintball, Scuba, Snowboarding
Activities:
Drinking, Gambling, Listening to music, Partying, Poker, Traveling
Musical Instruments:
Acoustic guitar, Bass guitar, Electric Guitar
Outdoor:
Camping, Going to the beach, Suntanning, Traveling
ABOUT ME
ABJ GRAD 2007 R.I.P. Mr.Metera
I try so hard to be as happy as i once was
but I cant...
Rams 2003 Provincial Champions NEVER GONNA FORGET THAT TEAM!!
Rams Midget fuckin intense boys
Midget champs 2 years running
"All of us hit a point in life where we need resurrecting,
and it's up to you to make it happen,
straighten things out
and let go of the things that are fucked up."
- Dimebag Darrell, RIP
~SNOWBOARDING~
~FAMILY GUY
LIKES
ALEXI "WILD CHILD" LAIHO
<<<<GOD!
~SNOWBOARDING~
BURTON !~!
FORUM!~!
~paintballing
~my guitars
~partyin
~ i love all my friends u no who u r
~ThE Kr3W... Zach, Justin, Joel
~BEER
~DEVIL JUICE
Death Be Not Proud
HOLY SONNETS.
X.
by John Done
(1572-1641)
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;
For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with the do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke ; why swell thou then ?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.
~[]~MUSIC~[]~:
~SLAYER(seen 3 times)
~PANTERA
~SOULFLY(seen once)
~METALLICA(old metallica)
~HATEBREED(seen once)
~WHITE ZOMBIE
~IN FLAMES(seen once)
~SUICIDE SILENCE(seen once)
~DAMAGE PLAN
~FEAR FACTORY
~TESTAMENT
~DARKEST HOUR(seen once)
~STRAPPING YOUNG LAD(seen once)
~SIX FEET UNDER
~VAN HALEN
~MASTODON(seen once)
~OPETH(seen twice)
~LAMB OF GOD(seen twice)
~GUNS N' ROSES(seen once)
~JUDAS PRIEST(seen once)
~CHILDREN OF BODOM(seen once)
~IRON MAIDEN
~MOTLEY CRUE
~BLACK LABEL SOCIETY
~KILL SWITCH ENGAGE
~HEAVEN SHALL BURN
~KISS
~GWAR(seen 3 times)
~DIO
~MEGADETH
~STRATOVARIOUS
~OBITUARY
~UNEARTH(seen 3 times)
~NIGHTWISH
~THROWDOWN(seen once)
~DEVILDRIVER(seen 4 times)
~DIMMU BORGIR (seen once)
~RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE
~TENACIOUS D
seen over 20 shows-over 400 dollars
havin a wicked time at each one-cuts and bruises
screamin my heart out along with the lyrics-loss of voice
going to school the next day and telling ppl about the show-priceless
4 wut ever music that doesnt totally jack u up....theres METAL
~SNOWBOARDING
~FOOTBALL
DIMEBAG DARRELL.
Al Pacino- Any Given Sunday...
I don't know what to say really.
Three minutes
to the biggest battle of our professional lives
all comes down to today.
Either
we heal
as a team
or we are going to crumble.
Inch by inch
play by play
till we're finished.
We are in hell right now, gentlemen
believe me
and
we can stay here
and get the shit kicked out of us
or
we can fight our way
back into the light.
We can climb out of hell.
One inch, at a time.
Now I can't do it for you.
I'm too old.
I look around and I see these young faces
and I think
I mean
I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make.
I uh....
I pissed away all my money
believe it or not.
I chased off
anyone who has ever loved me.
And lately,
I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror.
You know when you get old in life
things get taken from you.
That's, that's part of life.
But,
you only learn that when you start losing stuff.
You find out that life is this game of inches.
So is football.
Because in either game
life or football
the margin for error is so small.
I mean
one half step too late or to early
you don't quite make it.
One half second too slow or too fast
and you don't quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
They are in ever break of the game
every minute, every second
On this team, we fight for that inch
On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us
to pieces for that inch.
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we know
when we add up all those inches
that's going to make the fucking difference
between WINNING and LOSING
between LIVING and DYING.
I'll tell you this
in any fight
it is the guy who is willing to die
who is going to win that inch.
And I know
if I am going to have any life anymore
it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch
because that is what LIVING is.
The six inches in front of your face.
Now I can't make you do it.
You gotta look at the guy next to you.
Look into his eyes.
Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you.
You are going to see a guy
who will sacrifice himself for this team
because he knows when it comes down to it,
you are gonna do the same thing for him.
That's a team, gentlemen
and either we heal now, as a team,
or we will die as individuals.
That's football guys.
That's all it is.
Now, whattaya gonna do?
Al Pachino as coach Tony D'amato
PANTERA-Cemetary Gates
Reverend reverend is this some conspiracy?
Crucified for no sins
An image beneath me
Whats within our plans for life
It all seems so unreal
I'm a man cut in half in this world
Left in my misery...
The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your (face)
Well I guess
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a
New-found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn't cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
Memories now unfold.
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the
Cemetery gates
Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last
Through all those
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should've cried and spared myself some pain...
Left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain
The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates