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Saturday, 05 September 2009

  • X] I love BISCUITS!!!

    Have you ever had that satisfied feeling where you just can't stop smiling because you just ate something you have been craving for the longest time. Thats what I'm feeling like right now after eating 2 dozen Red Lobster biscuits while blitz out of my mind.I'm probably going to regret it the next day...but fuck it. I enjoyed it so much I just wanted to share my experience.

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

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    Abbey Road [Vinyl]
    By The Beatles
    Come Together
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    Oootay! So Im goin to try and keep my word and blog today

    HELLO!

    As stated in my previous blog, I'm going to blog.

    So just got out of work for the last time. I worked bar today and it is my last day as a Ruby T employee! YAY! the job sucks plus I gots me dos real jobs starting September YEAH!

    So my last real blog was March...wow sorry, but Ive been lazy.

    What have I been up to?

    Went to Vegas for 2 weeks, a week with my family which consisted of driving for 5 hours through Arizona to the Grand Canyons for 1 1/2 hours then back to Las Vegas, with me driving  of course. Also had plenty of expensive dinners on the strip on my Rent's expense of course . Then after they left, I had a week with 7 of the greatest blokes I could have...okay nevermind 6...You know why ::evil eye::  I won't get into what that half of my vacation consisted of.You know the Vegas motto   AWHH HAW!

    So right when I got off the plane...Shit weather for a whole month! JUNE SUCKED. great waves but it just killed the shore mood.

    But I did manage to earn enough money in a week to go to Bonnaroo with my hometown buddies. Bonnaroo was AMAZING. Apparently I saw the "last show Nine Inch Nails will ever play", which I think is bullshit because Trent can not resist touring around. But ah this trip is a story of its own. I did see Bruce Springsteen, Coheed & Cambria, Phish, Cage the Elephant, Beastie Boys, Elvis F*cking Costello, Band of Horses, NIN, Moe, Phoenix, etc. oh also Paul Oakenfold! LMAO that was exciting. I bearly could remember most of the bands and the whole thing was a journey...it was well worth it. Going there and during the weekend   oh man if you see me, ask me about the time MGMT played...blew my mind. Cant wait for next year! Oh and dont think I did hundreds of drugs just because it was Bonnaroo...

    then drank some more, surf some more, spear fished some more, bbq some more, work some more, classes some more, city some more, and now Im here.

    Oh finally saw Incubus in Radio City! WOW! especially during Megalomanic and Aqueous Transmission. Also upgraded to pretty good seats but I knew there was a catch to the upgrade. It was having the seat behind the giant from Troy, that Brad Pitt kills in the beginning of the movie.

    I should be working on my final Drawing Project, because I have to present it tommorow afternoon for a final grade. But im prolonging it as much as I can with blogging and looking through the Burton 09 catalog. Plus Im the idiot that chose to do a still life painting of 50 fucking objects....should of just done a abstract painting Jackson Pollock style...Fail

    But hey road trip to Disney World with my family friday. Only because my nephew wants to meet Mickey...I wish I could have it that easy. I told my rents the only way Ill drive is if we stop by OBX (The Outer Banks) for 2 day and... Im driving. Ill be back the 22nd, but then I leave for Vegas AGAIN the 24th, with the hometown buddies this time...if you want to know why Im going again, its because I saw The Hangover the 2nd day I got back to from Vegas and...you know the rest.

    so Ill try to blog before I leave for vacation again, but seeing as my track record on xanga is lame, I probably wont.

    p.s. this is just me rant typing so please excuse the AIM writing style on this entry.

Thursday, 30 July 2009

  • Hey

    Hey,

    So...it's been awhile since I blogged on this. Im not going to lie Ive been preoccupied and lazy. Umm a lot has changed since Ive last wrote. I actually wrote a page long blog the other day, but somehow I hit the internet off button....guess it just wasn't meant to be...plus that kind of ticked me off. I want to update this asap on my have done's and will attempt to do's, but i guess till then just another worthless promise to reblog in the near future. Till then

    p.s. Being blitz and watching S. Darko a couple hours earlier has killed any possible mood to attempt to blog anyway =P

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

  • "Glory Fades" Ha! Never Bitches!

    Ok so I haven't updated, blogger taking all of my the attention. Well lets see...oh the best way to update is.. to update with my latest doings.

    I wrote about 2 paragraphs until I decided to erase it all and write this instead. I realize about 88% of the lyrics in the song below sums up my last weekend...awkwardly enough this is true so without further ado.

    Keep the noise low.
    She doesn't wanna blow it.
    Shaking from head to toe
    while your left hand does "the show me around."
    Quickens your heartbeat.
    It beats me straight into the ground.

    You don't recover from a night like this.
    A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless.
    A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
    Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper,
    "This is so messed up."

    Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
    Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
    he'd headed straight for the stairs.
    No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
    unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.

    (Up the stairs: the station where
    the act becomes the art of growing up.)
    He keeps his hands low.
    He doesn't wanna blow it.
    He's wet from head to toe and
    his eyes give her the up and the down.
    His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
    But the body on the bed beckons forward
    and he starts growing up.

    The fever, the focus.
    The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
    Die young and save yourself.
    The tickle, the taste of...
    It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
    Die young and save yourself.

    She hits the lights.
    This doesn't seem quite fair.
    Despite everything he learned from his friends,
    he doesn't feel so prepared.
    She's breathing quiet and smooth.
    He's gasping for air.

    "This is the first and last time," he says.
    She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
    He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
    He's holding back from telling her
    exactly what it really feels like.

    He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
    She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her.
    Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
    He whispers that he loves her,
    but she's probably only looking for sss...

    (Up the stairs: the station where
    the act becomes the art of growing up.)
    So much more than he could ever give.
    A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
    He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
    He waits for it to end
    and for the aching in his guts to subside.

    The fever, the focus.
    The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
    Die young and save yourself.
    The tickle, the taste of...
    It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
    Die young and save yourself.

    Up the stairs: the station where
    the act becomes the art of growing up.

    The fever, the focus.
    The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
    Die young and save yourself.
    The tickle, the taste of...
    It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up.
    Die young and save yourself.


     

Wednesday, 03 December 2008

  • My brother screams like a bitch

    aaahhh Im grossed out. Alright well this morning I was bagging up leaves on my front yard. The only time I couldn't find gloves (which I tried looking for at least an hour) in my shed, I decide to use my bare hands. After an hour  or so of picking leaves up with my bare hands I head towards a pile of leaves next to my nieghbor's bushes and my car. As I reach in the center to grab a handful I pick something up wet and cold between my index and middle finger. I pick it up and it was a dead black kitten . It freaked the shit out of me so I threw it at my brother who was next to me. It landed on his shoulder and when he saw what it was he screamed with the highest girlie pitch I've ever heard. I was dieing on the floor laughing...then I made myself feel bad cause it was a kitten . Don't ask me how it got there, probably abandoned by it's mother. But I just had to write this somewhere. If you found this blog to bedisturbing then ::middle finger::

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