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Name: Travis
Country: United States
State: Iowa
Metro: Iowa City
Birthday: 10/23/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Rockin out with the band! My Freinds,Good times, parties, acting, singing, guitar, I'm a very strong Hard Core Christian, Cars, The Puma(my car. I'm always cruising around in it.) Fighting in yards, building, and public parking lots. Road trips, fireworks etc etc
Some of the bands I like: The Fall of Troy - Weezer -The Offspring - Blink 182 -The Gorillaz - Five Iron Frenzy -The Living End - Mars Volta - Cold Play -The Killers - Red Hot Chili Peppers - Dashboard Confessionals -The Pixies - FM Static - Incubus - old Greenday - Sum41 -Thursday -Taking back Sunday - Jimmy eat world - MxPx - Flogging Molly -Ten to One -Thousand Foot Krutch - Radiohead -The Faint -The Blood Brothers - Bear vs Shark - Murder by Death - Me without you - Muse - Propeller heads - System of a down - Bright Eyes - Squad Five O - Jet -Yellow Card -The Juliana Theory - Boxcar racer - Spoken -The Smashing Pumpkins - Envoy -The Glass Music Box - Postal Service - Death Cab for Cutie -The Kick - and some All America
Expertise: Making something out of nothing.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Government
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Shadowops14
Member Since:
3/27/2005
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| If you're looking for Travis, you won't find him here. He grew up a long time ago and finally left this part of his life behind. Now let's raise our glass's high, and have a toast to the future. ::cling::
My dearest friends,
Don't come back with your eyes closed.. I believe in you and your success. You cannot be replaced or forgot. | | |
| The Trio
Once again it is time for I.R.F. to release yet another amazing movie. This time our main focus is dialog. I myself feel that this is a masterpiece, BUT don't take my word for it.. Come and see for yourself. Comedy Night is coming up again March 5th. It's a Sunday night in the Atrium at Parkview. We won last year it would be nice to win this year; being our final one and Sr. tribute. The name of the movie is "The Trio" and it is a movie that gos deep into mafia business set in the 1930's. Everyone who's anyone should attend.
Scene clips to quench excitement:
1930...
Tommy
Paulie
Frankie
The Trio
I limited picture posting to just afew of the the 3 members of The Trio to keep interest, and the desire to watch. Be there, and cast your vote. | | |
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So good to see you well. It's been awhile since I've had a good picture post. I have been so busy and overwhelmed recently that I noticed I haven't posted 80% of the pictures I've taken in the last 2 months. I went from 25 plus pictures a post to 1 or 2. I won't post them all right now but here is a brief montage of who I've been with, and what I've been up too. (out of order of course)
Cool girls, lame place to hang out.
Solon won; Blake's paint wasn't washed off with tears.
Wendy's eat great even late.
About 5 am over Christmas break.
Beth can actually fit in my fridge.
Josh and Michelle
Rogan and Jessica. 
Chillin at Roberts
My brother got a job at Hy-vee (bad move.)
I'll try to put more effort than hitting "upload photo" over and over into my next post. | | |
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Xanga.. I feel it is time for my return.
I have stopped updating off and on so much that I have probably lost my readers. I write this post more for myself this time. Mostly just to sort out what I've learned, what I know, and what must happen.
My past always catches up with me. Each mistake I have made is a nail in my life. I can make amends and pull the nails out, but the hole (scar) still remains. I have lived multiple lives over the years.. been threw many trials and tribulations.. even died many deaths.. The one I am living is the one that is staying. Who I am hates who I've been. I thought the old Travis was dead. I watched him die.. But he was merely laying dormant these last few years building up his strength. What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger. I have had some many life changing, earth altering, straight from a chaotic movie event happen to me in my life; yet I have always came out on top. I watch people fail at things that I have just shaken off do to the strength I have gained over the years. A seasoned warrior.. What I have learned in my past battles with "him" has helped me help others with the same problem. He is becoming more powerful then me now, however. I keep him locked away, but every now and then he breaks loose. He waits for certain things to trigger an escape. Only with the help of Christ can I put an end to him. I have always considered myself one of the strong people, but all of humanity is weak. Including you and me.This is what we've waited for, this is it boys this is war.
Being falsely accused can be rough. Having a friendship tested can be harder, Controlling yourself from taking the easy way out can be a doozy. Killing your problems seems sound, but if you don't uproot them they WILL come back. Tomorrow everything will be the same, and I'll do what I must. Fix it. Even though I am not the one responsible for this mess.. I still have the power to step in and help clean it up, and as much as I hate to say it. I am involved.. and seem to be in it deep. I don't understand this world because I can't understand its creator. As much as I try too.. I am glad that I can't. I am glad that you can't. Because I really don't want a God that I could figure out. I will rely on my savior. I will prevail. This will make me stronger. I will be the Final Victor. World thy name is irony.
99 dreams I have had, and everyone a red balloon. It's all over and I'm standing pretty in the dust that was a city. If I could find a souvenir just to prove the world was here.. and here it is a red balloon I think of you, and let it go..
Travis Heck, over and out.
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| It's New Years Eve and I'm full of empty promises, I half pretend to keep this time, just like last year. The band is loud and I'm wandering the shadows, wishing I was never here. I persevere. A crowded room, these whitewashed tombs, they raise their glasses high, they kiss the past goodbye.
This New Years Eve, I'm waiting for tomorrow. My heart is on my sleeve, and yes I still believe, this New Years Eve, will turn out better than before, I'm holding on, still holding out, until they close the doors... on me.
It's New Years Eve and I feel my insecurities, are haunting me like ghosts, this sinking quicksand. And then with thunderous praise and lofty adoration, a second passes by, yet nothing changes. I hate my skin, this grave I'm standing in. Another change of years, and I wish I wasn't here.
A year goes by and I'm staring at my watch again, and I dig deep this time, for something greater than I've ever been, life to ancient wineskins. And I was blind but now I see.
This New Years Eve, something must change me inside, I'm crooked and misguided, and tired of being tired. This New Years Eve, I'm waiting for tomorrow. My heart is on my sleeve, and yes I still believe, in You. | | |
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