October 2010
Plants and Animals - Feedback in the Field
I can feel it changing inside, It’s like a weight has been lifted. Oh there’s somethin that’s controllin me , let the moon turn the tides
Morrissey - Let the Right One Slip In
life is short, in spite of your plans
so, tell the girls they’re pretty while you can
one day they’re gone, and all you got left
is some empty bottles and an old country song
that plays on and on
September 2010
My hairs officially all one color, dark brown. :(
It’s not bad, but I’m already planning on adding some red to it.
Hahaha I suck.
I totally agree. I think we were all pushed together too much when we were young. We are all put into a group and then we start to compare ourselves, or turn on eachother instead of working together. I feel like if it was something you never separated yourself from when you were young, you’ll end up being that way forever. I always just found more enjoyable things in life than what the typical girl did I guess.
But I think girls are definitely way more heartless than guys.
Modest Mouse — I’ve Got it All (Most)
I have bands that come into season for me. There are certain times of year where certain albums are just more appropriate than others — and Modest Mouse will always be a fall/winter band. I don’t wanna get cerebral and darkly optimistic in the summer. Give me a song that makes me feel like I’m having an epileptic seizure in the summer. Give me a song that makes me feel like making a sex tape in the summer. But damn, man. Give me a million days of rain in late September and you best believe I’ll pull out the quiet night drive home from a dinner where you realized your dad’s getting older songs.
I agree with this 100%
Alone For Now- Balance and Composure
“Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.” - E. E. Cummings
I usually am a pretty confident person, I usually am good at loving myself, being happy with who I am, etc.
But for some reason lately my minds been challenging all that and it’s getting harder for me to believe it.
Not a fan.
Incubus: Southern Girl
I will be off to the drum circle in Fairmount park in a little while. Can’t wait to get out of the house and have some fun.
Excited to explore some more things this great city has to offer!
Caitlin, for some reason I listened to this and I thought you might enjoy it, with Mitch gone and all. See you soon!
The Mountain Goats - “Woke Up New”
Sad, gorgeous, and absolutely fitting.
On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time
I felt free and I felt lonely and I felt scared
And I began to talk to myself almost immediately
Not being used to being the only person there
The first time I made coffee for just myself, I made too much of it
But I drank it all just cause you hate it when I let things go to waste
And I wandered through the house like a little boy lost in the mall
And an astronaut could’ve seen the hunger in my eyes from space
And I sang
Oh, What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do without you?
On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time
I was cold so I put on a sweater and I turned up the heat
And the walls began to close in and I felt so sad and frightened
I practically ran from the living room out into the street
And the wind began to blow and the trees began to pant
And the world in its cold way started coming alive
And I stood there like a buisness man waiting for the train
And I got ready for the future to arrive
And I sang
Oh, What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do without you?oh so perfect, when i was heartbroken, this played in my head on repeat.
I sing inside jokes that aren’t funny, about my former friends and ex girlfriend, because I don’t know when to shut my mouth, and because everyone that I know is getting fucked up. They can’t come to my show because I’m an asshole and make fun of them for what they think is cool (all of the stupid shit I know I’ll never do). I know I’m messed up, I know I miss you, things aren’t the best right now. I hate everything, but I hate myself more, we’re all dead beat kids living dead end lives. I’m sick of singing all about “the way everything turned out”, my mom, or my broken dad. Tell me, why am I always sad? I’m growing up all by myself, can’t pretend I’m someone else, who I am is what you get and what you see is a promise kept. “Fuck the past, my head’s held high”? That’s a bitter fucking lie. I will never forgive you for what you did. Dear world, I’m still here. Fuck you and all my fears. I know who I am, I know who you aren’t.