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?
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
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
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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.
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.
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
Saturday, September 5, 2009
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.
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