Dimanche 30 mars 2008 à 18:25

"Il est au sein des bois un charme solitaire
Un pur ravissement aux confins du désert
Et de douces présences où nul ne s'aventure
Au bord de l'océan qui gronde et qui murmure
Sans cesser d'aimer l'homme, j'adore la Nature"

There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and the music in its roar
I love not man the less, but Nature more.

[ Lord Byron ]

Samedi 29 mars 2008 à 23:53

Hier soir c'était le concert de Renan Luce. Et c'était bien bien bien :) On dirait pas comme ça mais y'a du monde à Montfavet. En arrivant à 19h on pensait, vu la file d'attente, être dans les dernières, ben finalement on était dans les premières. Le monsieur de la première partie il était marrant. Alexis HK. "C'que t'es belle quand j'ai bu..." Ou Tom, à la fin du concert. Parce que "Qui est mon ami sur MySpace ici? Parce que je commence à en avoir beaucoup, et pour mes petites fêtes ça devient gênant... Mais bon, moi je me demande comment il fait Tom. Plus d'un million d'amis... Thanks for the add, si tu n'as pas d'ami... Thanks for the add, Tom est ton ami...  (8) ".
C'est le genre de gars qui n'est pas (encore?) pourri par le succès et qui est aussi euphorique que le public. Je crois. Il saute partout d'ailleurs. La meilleure chanson restera Repenti. C'était triste, c'était à la fin et c'était déjà la deuxième fois qu'il revenait. "Mais c'qui serait mignon, ce serait de mourir à Avignon".



Ce soir il y avait deux autres concerts, je n'étais à aucun des deux.

Jeudi 27 mars 2008 à 21:16

"Dsl mais pfou c'est nawak."

La phrase de MALADE absolument pas claire. Dormir par terre c'est pas super. La preuve ça rime et c'est moche. Surtout que dans le hall il y a beaucoup, beaucoup de bruit. Le contrôle de français s'est avéré être un contrôle presque commun. "Tu vas te foutre de ma gueule mais..." Eh bien ça n'a pas raté =D Cela dit, elle avouera qu'il y avait de quoi :) Le cours de Latin fut instructif mais pas sur le même plan que d'habitude. Le prof ne semble pas, mais pas du tout, avoir lu La Vie mode d'emploi. Alors quand il a demandé "Alors c'est quoi un simulacre"... Tout ce qui nous est venu c'est la page 318 en exemple. Il n'a compris qu'après. On a aussi parlé des atomes, de l'antimatière, des rayons du soleil, de l'importance de la vitre, de la poussière... Tout sauf du Latin. J'ai l'impression de ne pas avoir assez révisé. D'un autre côté on a deux heures de trou demain.
Sinon je peux plus recharger la batterie de mon portable, parce que depuis le bus c'est l'ancien chargeur, et je sais pas. Même si c'est le même modèle celui là il tient pas. Ça m'énerve. Il faut le tenir. Ça met une heure quand même, et comme je mets une heure pour trouver le bon truc pour que ça tienne ben euh? Ça met deux heures.

J'ai mal mais c'est pas si important.

Mardi 25 mars 2008 à 22:53

Après ne plus avoir eu de porte, je n'ai plus de couette. Maintenant ça va être triste sans Lapinou. Il a intérêt à revenir souvent. Ça me manque nos discussions. C'était le dernier "cours" aujourd'hui, et il ne reviendra pas. Et moi c'était plus pour lui que pour la batterie que j'y allais.
J'avais les yeux bleus avant. Sur toutes les photos de quand j'étais petite j'ai les yeux bleus. Maintenant ils sont verts. Je me souviens bien qu'avant ils changeaient de couleur tous les jours, un jour vert, un jour gris, l'autre bleu. Je détestais ça, ça m'énervait que tout le monde me dise que j'avais des yeux magiques. J'aimerais avoir des yeux magiques maintenant. Ils ne sont plus jamais gris et ne virent vers le bleu que quand je pleure. Je ne vais quand même pas pleurer toute la journée pour avoir des yeux vert-bleu. J'ai quand même trouvé la meilleure photo de ma sœur et moi qui ait jamais été prise.



Libre à chacun d'y voir ce qu'il veut, pour ma part ce sera une guitare.

Demain il va falloir déclarer le décès du soja.

Mardi 25 mars 2008 à 18:42

All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak 'Cause I passed down my old street And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, oh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again I know I'll see your face again I'm never going down, I'm never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more...
All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak 'Cause I passed down my old street And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, oh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again I know I'll see your face again I'm never going down, I'm never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more...
All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak 'Cause I passed down my old street And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, oh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again I know I'll see your face again I'm never going down, I'm never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more...
All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak 'Cause I passed down my old street And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, oh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again I know I'll see your face again I'm never going down, I'm never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more...
All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak 'Cause I passed down my old street And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, oh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again I know I'll see your face again I'm never going down, I'm never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more...
All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak 'Cause I passed down my old street And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, oh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again I know I'll see your face again I'm never going down, I'm never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more...
All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak 'Cause I passed down my old street And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, oh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again I know I'll see your face again I'm never going down, I'm never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more...
All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak 'Cause I passed down my old street And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, oh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face again I know I'll see your face again I'm never going down, I'm never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more...

The Drugs don't work...

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