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Thursday, 26 February 2009

  • FILM 328 part 2 the sequel

    I guess I'm just a vulgar and base person. I mean how can things that I think are utter crap be considered so wonderful by supposed authorities?

    I really need a Pam Beasley in this class. Or just a camera crew that I can pass a JimHalpert-look to.


    In other news, I find myself looking at my wallpaper more and more, ESPECIALLY in this class. It's like my own little happy place.

    Or, more succinctly, my own little commonsenseawayfromretardedignorantstupididiocyplace.



    ~BlackPilgrim

Thursday, 12 February 2009

  • FILM 328


    This class is to film what KTRU is to music... it makes me want to vomit and slap everyone; simultaneously.



    Is it that I'm too arrogant and prideful and think I know it all? Or is it that what they call art is the same thing as a painter pooping on a canvas and people getting this wonderfully deep meaning from it?


    It's probably a combination of both.




    ~N

Thursday, 05 February 2009


  • People make me laugh.


    I miss the days when "children" were actually those between the ages of 0 and 15ish. If those days ever existed.



    I used to be exceptionally talented at being used; I wonder what happened along the way.



    In other news, how is it that the thing that's taking up most of my time isn't even generating any income? In fact, judging by my fastly depletedlying bank account, nothing I'm doing these days seems to be garnering revenue. I guess they were right to not give me that business plan award after all. I'm sure that guy with his shoe company's doing pretty well for himself. Or something.

Tuesday, 27 January 2009

  • washed ashore

    Oh no,
    Thought it'd never come
    That day that I tell her that I gotta run
    run
    run
    back to my Savior
    To my labor,
    cause His word is razor
    sharp
    I forgot I hid it in my heart
    Gotta do a clean sweep from the start
    I drop
    everything that ain't clean
    don't take it for being mean
    A brother's gotta fulfill his dreams
    knowwhaddimean?


    You made my toes bring my balance to the floor
    You made my feet walk right over to your door
    You had my ankles tangled and puzzled
    You had my knees to the point they'd buckle

    ...whatchadointome?

    in the light of day I stumbled over your way
    Couldn't wait for the night time
    the hard time
    the right time
    Being as it was,
    we had to close the door
    It's like turning away from a million bucks
    But I can't see you no more

    It's like the cold of a lonely night,
    The draft of a window not shut tight;
    I've got a hunger for being right
    That's what I'm living for,
    I'm living for
    Enticed by the things you do
    It's a one way ticket
    to devil's hell fooling with you
    My soul wants to be true,
    That's what I'm living for,

    I'm living for


    You had my legs on a virtual restrainer,
    I could not move without permission from my trainer
    You had my arms and hands wrapped around your lust
    You made my heart buzz

    ...whatchasayintome?

    in the light of day I stumbled over your way
    Couldn't wait for the night time
    the hard time
    the right time
    Being as it was,
    we had to close the door
    It's like turning away from a million bucks
    But I can't see you no more


    I live my life
    Not unto temptation, nor condemnation;
    For my salvation
    is more important to me


    I wanna be closer to you Jesus,
    Renew in me a right spirit,
    I can't take it no more,
    God, You need to pull me away from this


    Lord create in me a new heart and renew in me the right spirit
    I did it, I did it
    I admit it
    I did it
    I admit it
    Yes I did it
    I admit it admit it admit it admit it



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  • My first love was a Steinway. It was 8 years ago. We're still together.

iChat (8)

  • PoeticAnalyst
    hi.pman.could.be.missing.you. could.be.worse. you.could.be.dead.
  • PoeticAnalyst
    i'm not doing any of those things. besides, this chatboard thing, i haven't gotten any phone calls, comments, messages, blogposts, or anything like that...i actually was thinking it was the other way around. natey, wha dontcha love meh?
  • PoeticAnalyst
    doing what now?
  • PoeticAnalyst
    oh, and what was that madness you were complaining slash (spelled out) venting about yesterday when i had no idea what you were talking about?
  • PoeticAnalyst
    ...blog...yours...update...soon...ordie...as one word.
  • PoeticAnalyst
    i refuse for you to read my blogs and not comment
  • PoeticAnalyst
    maybe i will soon young lad; maybe i will. with what? there is no telling. it'll probably be old though because i don't feel like writing anything new... and posting it anyway... cuz it'll probably turn out being something retarded in a way that i don't want it to be retarded. ksweet. peace out. oh
  • PoeticAnalyst
    update your freakin blog willya?