Not now...Maybe Tomorrow

Tony Hawk Project 8 was way too hyped up. Just let me start with that. My brother is sitting here playing it and I will allow myself to be honest, it's not the apple of my eye. It looks just like every other Tony Hawk ever made. I don't see the craze...but who am I.

Is it just me or does this Christmas spirit bullshit start way too early. I mean come on now...You know what, fuck this blogging shit right now. My alcohol is consumed along with my mac and cheese, I'm going to sleep. Merry Christmas everyone. And for my Jewish friend.....Merry Christmas.

Lava Lava Everywhere...Lava Lava I Don't Care

I attempted to write a blog the other night at 3 a.m. but Rol's computer died. I wish it hadn't, I had some very opinionated thoughts to type out. Or so I remember. I think what sparked me to write a blog came from the annoying psycho babble bullshit coming from the speakers. And by this I mean rap music. Just listening to the words infuriated me. I came to the realization that the majority of rap songs take absolutely no talent to write. The songs tell stories with no importance or underlying meanings. They are filled with retarded similes masking no talent of any sort. Now don't get me wrong I listen to rap music from time to time, this is not a bash upon all rap music. It's just the ridiculously obscure lyrics that anger me. "Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleepin’ on Hov',Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow" Unfortunately Jay-Z wrote these lyrics, I do listen to Jay-Z from time to time but it's lines like this that make me never want to listen again. In general I feel that music now-a-days is sinking to an all time low. Songs like Chicken-Noodle-Soup and Fergalicious justify that statement. I feel the mainstream music is just terrible. The radio is worthless. Enough with this...it's just angering me and the few people that read my blog probably don't want to read it.

So in other news, I now have a crew cut. Shocking I know. It honestly doesn't look bad at all. I'm beginning to like it other than that my head is ridiculously cold. Everyone says "Wear a winter hat". Well I do but then it itches the shit out of my head. It's a lose-lose situation. I need a cashmere hat. In other shocking news I'm reading a book, 1984 by George Orwell. That's going better than planned. My recording equipment is now up and running so I should have at least 1 song recorded and uploaded to the Internet soon enough. I should have my 1 acoustic song definitely recorded but my drummer is coming back to the states tomorrow and that means a possible full blown song too. If not, there will be some hardcore practicing and beer drinking. Well that will be going on anyway. I started this blog and now I just don't feel like writing anymore. I would save it and publish it later but then this just won't be as relevant. So I'll leave it at this. It better start snowing or I'm going to be an unhappy motherfucking camper. I'm going to go write a song now and listen to the Dustin Kensrue CD. I would definitely recommend giving that a listen. A new blog will be up soon, hopefully with something worth reading.

The Wayne! The Bird! The Wayne!

The end of another semester is among us. For myself, it's the first semester I was away at school. I look back on the semester I've just survived and think of everything I've went through. To be quite honest I can't think of too many things. It seemed to have traveled at the speed of light leaving me with nothing but blurs of moments I guess I'm supposed to call fun. Though, I did have fun. Yeah I had fun. You hear everyone say that college is the time for you to meet people, life long friends...blah blah blah. Now at the end of this first semester I've made a few friends, but for the most part I've met people who now think I'm a raging asshole due to the lackadaisical views I have on actually meeting new people. I can honestly say I could care less how these people feel about me and I think that shows in my actions. That set aside, the new friends I have met have made my first semester a great one. Aww, that was disgustingly nice.

On a different note, check out my Good Friend Ed's Blog. There is a link over there somewhere -------->. His writings constantly keep me entertained and I think you will find the same. I'm not really sure who this shout out is going to get to since there are about 3 people that read my blog and I'm pretty sure they all know Ed and already read his blog, but it's the thought that counts.

Snow Day is on right now and may I say I love this movie, I do I do I do0o0. It's reminding me of back home in NY, which I will be traveling back to tomorrow. A 12 hour drive doesn't sound too appealing to me at the moment but how sweet it will be to be home, in the cold. I never thought I would actually say that. But I suppose that could go for a lot of things. I have some more packing to do before I go to sleep and stay that way until noon so I'm well rested. Let it snow, let it snow, let it mother fucking snow. Oh and by the way Morgan gave me the coolest Christmas present ever.

I wish I could look into the future to know if this is right or not.

Currently Listening To: Cute is What We Aim For's "Teasing to Please"

I'm Glad My Friend Isn't Shot

As I sit here at my desk I look up at the wide array of pictures scattered across my cork board. I begin to realize the plethora of changes I've gone through in the short period of maybe a little over a year. Not only physical changes, but changes mentally, emotionally, an overall maturation. As my good friend would put it, I'm growing out of my shoes. This maturation I feel is the reasoning behind many of my new life questions and insecurities. I'm beginning to realize and question thoughts and beliefs that had always kept me content with life. I now feel these beliefs are somewhat childish and sheltered. I mean don't get me wrong, I still indulge myself in a number of stupid activities. Usually all involving alcohol (EX. The other morning waking up branded). But I feel as if my recent thoughts and questions are all part of this grand plan we all try to live out called growing up. I feel these thoughts will continue to evolve and hopefully some of my new questions will be answered.

Well enough with the serious ramblings. I woke up this morning to gain a new appreciation for my friends because I realized we all do so much stupid shit, one of us may just end up shot one night. Yes, yes we're idiots. I just smoked my first final of the semester, pretty stoked about that. One down, 4 to go. One more week to go and I'm home for a month. I'm anxiously awaiting snowboarding season. I hope it actually snows alot this winter. Last winter I got my board and snowmobiles and it barely snowed. That was sarcastically exciting. I also can't wait until Z-Money gets home from France. I haven't seen him in the longest time and I can't wait to make beautiful musical symphonies in my newly built extra garage. I have some great new ideas for songs and I'm hoping to figure out this recording program I bought so we can record some of them and get them online. Miss December is quite beautiful and I hope this month never ends. Well it is now 3:13 and I think I will go treat myself to some "Tucker Death Mix". Start my night off a little early. I wonder if anyone actually reads my blog. I would venture to say no.

Currently Listening To: Colour Revolt's EP

A Red Door

A man wakes up, but never actually does. He gets in the shower and plans his day. This is useless because he will do the same thing he'd been doing for the past 10 years. The man gets out of the shower and drip dries while looking at himself in the mirror, trying to be content with what he sees. He puts on one of his designer suits, skips breakfast as usual, and drives his Mercedes to work. He arrives at his job and indulges himself in bullshit he calls work that has built up over the weekend. He interacts with his colleagues but never actually speaks a word. He never sees them for that matter. He is blind and mute to the world. At lunch he goes to he same deli he always does and orders the same thing, the only thing he likes. He takes his lunch back to his desk and eats it while staring at a picture he removed from the bottom drawer of his desk. On this picture is himself and the woman he had made stop loving him 10 years prior over an immaturity and selfishness that haunts him every day. A red door he thinks, a red door.

Currently Listening To: Brand New's "Jesus Christ"

If It's Not Broken, Don't Fix It

As of now there is no ramen noodles for my appetite. I just played judge. Weird. Ruby won although there were 2 good arguments. These Days by Rascall Flatts just brought back wonderful memories in Jeeps or whichever cars drunk as shit parked, singing our hearts out. Which 2 coins add up to 30 cents, and 1 of the coins cannot be a nickel? Think about that? Bud Light tastes way better in a bottle rather than a can. I love the angles of this room... I have no angles at Coastal other than 90's. I have no idea what color pueter is. All I wanna do is give out riddles to make bitches scream in anger. ~Adam's Word~ "In the course of human event's".....FUCK THAT...In the course of my events, I feel that people are so full of shit that you have to figure them out and then use that against them....Dave Fox is not full of shit.......I AM!!!!! Here's a little idea that I ahve thought of for a long time.........So I'm hanging out last summer.....ALLL OF MY BOYS.......We are hot as fuck and the electricity is out........Brad just ran to the refrigerator and pulled out the last 5 ice-pops.....Dave calls one:"MINE" (a green one), then shane, then brad ( who already has one)....I get two(red and blue), FUCKIN A RIGHT.....Money shows up," Let me get a pop." I give him the red....(not happy). We all eat our pops.....Brad:"Lets go see a horror film man".......Dave:"Fuck that!".....Adam:"I don't want to see Aurora's Fan"....Shane:"Even if that bitch had a fan it would be broken, NO ELECTRICITY IDIOT!~~Adam:FUCK!!!!.......Dave and Brad:(looking at eachother)"WHAT THE FUCK?"....SHANE:"HAHAHAHA"....~~Ok so that was Adam's WORDS...If anyone can give me my definition to Aurora's Broken Fan they will win 100 dollars.

Currently Listening to: Pete Frampton "Do You Feel Like I Do" If anyone doesn't know he really doesn't make those sounds with his guitar alone.

Quick! Time is Running Out

What do you do when you're world is torn in what seems to be every which way but together. It's a sense of confusion that you can only try to figure out in your head. It's unexplainable. What truly is the source of this confusion. Is it really confusion? You start to question your meaning of being. And what starts to happen when these questions and confusions start to affect not only yourself, but those around you. Your loved ones seem as lost as you do. It's not an unhappiness, not by any means. It's just a feeling that there is more to life or that you can contribute more to life. I guess it comes down to when you die, will you have made a difference in the world? Did you leave a mark?

Currently listening to: Simon and Garfunkel's "The Only Living Boy in New York"

The Storm is Coming

So this is my first blog. I'm not really sure how this is supposed to go but then again why should I use a template. I'm currently listening to Brand New's "Degauser" and am impatiently waiting their album release. I really wish I could have their album for my upcoming 12 hour ride home to NY. And on that note I cannot wait until Friday, it could not come soon enough. This South Carolina 80 degree weather in November is quite unusual for me. I doubt I'll see any snow while I'm in NY but it would be nice. I like spinach and just realized I can speed read. Adam just brought me back to a very scary yet fun filled day. I just checked my powerball numbers and again I didn't win. I wouldn't say I'm banking on winning the lottery for my source of income, but I would sure love to rack in a quick 35 mil for a dollar ticket. I find myself daydreaming quite often about what I would do if I won the lottery. It always ends in my anger when I realize that I don't actually have that money and the odds of me winning that money is 1 in 146,107,962. After Kramer has sex with his girlfriend he wants her out of the bed because, she has the jimmy legs. My moose broke in my "Moose is loose in New Hampshire" shot glass. That's pretty upsetting. Answer your phone my love. If Adam and Eve were the first humans on earth, and they began the population, then wouldn't there have been a long run of close incest to build even the smallest population. And if this were the case then aren't we all today related and participate in some form of vague incest. Something to ponder. Cookies n' cream protein shakes are delicious. The Redskins need to fire Al Saunders and let Joe Gibbs regain control of play calling. They should also drop Brunell and give Jason Campbell a try. The national weather service has issued a tornado watch for my area. I'm going to the beach. The storm is coming, the storm is coming in. Figuratively and literally. http://www.purevolume.com/brandnew