Wednesday, September 30, 2009

I want a tattoo of a bear dressed like a wolf


I would never get a tattoo of anything i didn't think would be important to me twenty years from now. Is it wrong that I can't think of anything that I am confident will be important to me twenty years from now?

Monday, September 28, 2009

CAW revisited


I probably won't write more later.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

CAW

I guess I need to start listening to happier music. I think I would be happier if I did that. I need to start sleeping more at night and less during the day too. School is going well though and that's sweet. Sunny Day Real Estate is sweet. I'll write more later.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Battle Royale


Battle Royale is a crazy movie. Afro Samurai is sitting on my 'fridge. Im'a watch that sometime. Samuel L. + Anime + The RZA = best thing ever. That is all for now.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

as sung by kermit

kermit covers hurt by nine inch nails on youtube... greatest thing ever...

Thursday, September 10, 2009

I like this song

Through the best of times,
Through the worst of times,
Through Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember '36?
We went our seperate ways.
You fought for Stalin.
I fought for freedom.
You believe in authority.
I believe in myself.
I'm a molotov cocktail.
You're Dom Perignon.
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators.

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.

You watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
I was burning that fucker
And stringing my black flag high,
Eating the peanuts
That the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
You believe in the ballot,
Believe in reform.
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
We're all hypocrites,
But you're a patriot.
You thought I was only joking
When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
At the top of my lungs
At the cops in their cars
And the men in their suits.
No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

700 miles is a long drive inside a car.

It has been a while since I have posted music that I like. I am posting music that I like.

Take On Me- Cap'n Jazz

Lenders in the Temple- Conor Oberst

Pitseleh- Elliott Smith

Faces of the Deep- Nobody

Putting on the Ritz- Taco

Eriatarka- The Mars Volta

Art is Hard- Cursive

If you need new music these are all excellent pathways to start your journey.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

today


today I felt sick for a couple reasons. I am hoping an upcoming visit will settle my stomach. Here's to hoping.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

...

I hope when I dream tonight my brakes don't work and I crash.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Dreams Again

I just had another dream where I was robbed/mugged (at gunpoint) and the brakes of my car didn't work. Faulty brakes is becoming a reoccurring dream. I wonder what that means

This happened to me last night via dream


So I was in the parking lot of Freedom hall trying to sneak my way into the Miley Cyrus concert because I had failed to acquire real tickets. After giving up on this endeavor I walked back to my car. After opening the door to the mini-van I was driving everything went black. I awoke in Mexico to find that me and a friend had been there for two weeks. We had been knocked unconscious and dropped off in Mexico for unknown reasons. We were only an hour or so away from Cancun in a small fishing village so I figured we could get a flight back home pretty quickly. The only problem is I didn't really feel like going back. I called my dad to let him know where I was but he didn't believe me. After returning from the phone to the family that was housing me I ran into my mom who apparently had been there the whole time, also taking care of my unconscious self. Then I woke up.