HBHS

So it came to my attention that some of my fellow drinkers are a little jealous of my mind blowing writing abilities, and by these fellow drinkers I mean Brenden. But I realized that it wasn't really my mind blowing writing abilities that were angering him (although they are mind blowing), but it was just his unhappiness in result of him not being able to see me every weekend. But no worries Bren, I'll be home this Weds. We can play Wi and run motherfuckers in asshole as usual. So really bro, you can release all the anger you want, but I know, and now everyone else does, that it's just coming from your heart, because you miss me. I miss you too man. Happy Birthday HomeSlice.

Carson Daly Is a Douche Bag

So it's been a while. I've honestly had no afflatus to write a blog and I'm not so sure I really do right now. But I'm going to give it a go. I'm sitting up sick right now only to see Brand New perform on the Conan O'Brien Show. Crazy Fan? Me? No. On that note, someone wrote on my Brand New set list from their Montreal show. Whoever this inconsiderate prick is (was if I find out who it was) attempted to fill in the rest of the song names. Ex. Brand New just wrote "Boy Who Blocked", short for "The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot". This asshole not only had the audacity to write on my set list but couldn't even fill in one song right. Mystery writer wrote "Boy Who Blocked The Sun". Any help finding this douche bag is appreciated. The weird thing about this is, about 2 days before this happened, I was thinking to myself how I pissed off I would be if something were to happen to that set list and how I were surprised no one had done something stupid to it yet. Possible Sneak Peaks into the future? I think not.

Oh how I can't wait for baseball season. Our tailgating crew has grown. We're going to have basically an entire row to ourselves. How many games will we be thrown out of this year? The Yankees are growing. C'mon Clemens. It's going to be a great season. World Series Champions? Without a doubt. Bets anyone?~So Ali Larter is Hot. Alot hotter than she looks in any of her movies.~ Random Tangent. Brand New just performed my favorite song off of their new album. "Jesus Christ", I recommend checking that out if you already haven't. The lyrical meaning behind the song is amazing. Oh how I love Jesse Lacey in a non-homo kind of way. Yeah like a non homo man crush. Like I said no afflatus for a blog...Just a bunch of random shit. I just felt like I needed to write something. We All Got Wood and Nails.

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"