they've been top on billboard for a while, I'm usually jaded......when it comes to indie rock music
but my curiosity forced me check them out, wasn't bad either lyrics are strong too
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eu-xFvLaE68
step out of your comfort zone for 3.25 w/ good headphones, just for 3 minutes.
what in the world will that do to you but make you better than you were worse?
billie holiday tells it right
currently he is a concept rather than a name.... (official name? Rolo - nicknames: little Rolito, champ, boobies, buddy, Roldy, Rollie, bro, oi wanka and i guess we yell HEY alot to make him stop doing things and NO but when we scold him gently he just thinks we really want to play and mouths like a gangster on the ankles)
german shepherd/australian cattle dog mix, handful, but therapeutic. the sketchy guy who had the litter said it was 9 weeks, my roommates and i don't believe this, but we're
real talk, Ira glass
writing, film making, music, production, life - with art the baggage of self-doubt is heavy, but...
“What nobody tells people who are beginners — and I really wish someone had told this to me . . . is that all of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, and it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not.
But your taste, the thing that got you
[two young men sit at a table, one with a paper, the other nursing tea, the fog around them is thick] Ramsey, Timothy
Timothy: As high as the ladder would climb.
Ramsey: Which ladder?
Timothy: We tumbled inside....
Ramsey: Indeed and hardened the whites of our eyes.
[Timothy looks up, the fog parts]
Timothy: The stars have arrived.
Ramsey: A start of an everlasting day....
Timothy: Take your thought train off, man
Ramsey: Through animals and slaves?
[Timot
Friends, enemies and....maybe some lovers, some of the words got preggers with each other cause Word documents suck =_(
I come here to today to declare my departure from thecommunity of GA. This means I won't chose to post anymore, or participate.
Why you ask?
Well, I can't find myself adding anything more to thecommunity to make it better. I haven't been posting up much writing, so thatkills 80% of what this site is to begin with. When I do post its usually mean,crass or in ill humo
shut up, and relaxxx
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1H7vZYBeHc
so chill bra
seeing these guys end of March f**king stoked and maybe just maybe Robyn will play with them, doubtful though =(
i vent my frustration through thought-and maybe i feel better
If I were to feel happy for someone, a friend, rather than annoyance and hate, would I feel better as a person? I can get over things like a champion, if it was an Olympic sport I'd get f**king gold, should I do that? Dust in the wind? But that is just heartless, then again, I have not much heart left.
Should I care? Caring is for the weak, peons, slaves, not for warriors and high generals. We let others care for us. Let m
one issue I have with myself is that when I get jealous...I get jealousss. It isn't the pyscho bitch jealous though, its me in my head jealous, being angry at whomever I am jealous over. I don't get jealous often, which might explain why i take it so seriously. the other reoccurring theme is that its something i SHOULDN'T be jealous over. im sure i'll be over it tomorrow.
I had a most enjoyable weekend. I went up north to a buddies lake house and partied, one of the guys there i had ban
(it will only make sense if you skimmed/read/looked at my other blog post a few days ago)
this is what the step-mother of that cop boy i told you about previously yelled at him over the phone while we were hanging out.
I decided to be the man and text him to hang out and he was super super down and I hung out with him and his three other friends who were nice and all that stuff. Towards the end of the night he had to drive his friends home but he wanted to still hang out with me(O___o) a
Today was an important day. It was a family Christmas party. mom side comes, cousins, yayyayaya, annoying uncles who think they are super cool but in fact they aren't, weird non-family additions to the party roster but we can't say no cause we're nice party.
it went far better than I had expected. I figured they would be the boring Christian riff-raff that is my mom's side of the family here in California, but it was kind of fun. Maybe because I actually drank. they drank too, I just dr
i get very annoyed with living things, its a trend i fall into for no reason. well, maybe because i was drunk last night and did one of those "make moves on your supposed straight friend" but he didn't care, He just said nothing below the waist. As if retard, what happened to all the times you made out with me and all the times we cuddled blah blah blah. I can't touch yo dick? I was pretty plastered, but that is no excuse. i felt i molested him, he said he didn't care etc etc. My ego wasn't rea
okay, this might not cater to all people here on GA. But I know some of you are there. I know it, i can smell your fandom.
I know that anime existed when I was younger. I can't tell you how many pokemon i caught with ash katchup or whatever in like 6th grade.
From then on I'd watch adult swim and shit then stopped when I thought there was cooler stuff to do. I remember that there were people who were into it at school. As I grew up I found that there were tons of people who were into it
was the theme of pagent of the masters this year in laguna beach, its a cool thing, lots of local families are involved etc. yay hurrah. the cool thing is they dress people up and put make up on them then they recreate paintings, in the moment its really cool to watch cause it looks like a f**king real painting no joke. but after you've seen one you've seen them all. the funny part is the theme of the show was 'eat drink and be merry'
my friends and i, classy us, brought in water bottles fu
SO APPARENTLY one of my classes DIDN'T transfer and my GPA was like a milisecond off MOTHER f**kER.
i don't know if i should cry or stab myself repeatedly in the face for being so ... i guess irresponsible. is that even a word.
my hopes and dreams of going to boston are shattered, at least until spring. I need to do like 2 more classes then i'd be all fine and dandy, thats another 4 something months at home. Is that bad? I have no idea, a part of me is glad i want to be near my close fr
2:06 and like the rest, holy shit i don't know what she is saying somebody translate. i bet its cheesy. i think tiesto played this at cochella this year, did anybody go?
honestly, between me and you i think the best thing I've ever written was The Secret Life of the Overture Boys the best thing, now and before it was even conceived. I looked back at some of shit I wrote when I was younger, even now, Elijah, or the City of Rust (and i pray that once rust gets going it'll be good, i have it all in my head ) or the other currently failed attempt to resurrect the story of Elijah. to me, i thought it was my best writing. when I wrote it i was on fire and I don't reme
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where i feel at home
And I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that's old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees
By t
