December 2009
26 posts
my favorite springsteen song is thunder road
My mom doesn’t like Bruce Springsteen. As I questioned her on how she could possibly dislike The Boss, she accused me of liking him solely because of the fact that he’s from New Jersey. Then she asked me to name my favorite Bruce Springsteen song.
My mom listens to one band, and one band only: The Beatles. She does not deviate, and she refuses to like anything else.
A - Available: yes B - Best Friend: serena C - Crush: ——- D - Dad’s Name: jeff E - Easiest Person To Talk To: myself F - Favorite Band: brand new G - Gummy Bears Or Worms: only the pink and white gummy bears H - Hometown: 480 I - Instrument: guitar J - Job: sucky K - Kids: so weird L - Longest Car Ride: it depends M - Milk Flavor: chocolate milk. never strawberry milk N - Number Of Siblings: uno O...
iTunes surv. This is what’s been bought from iTunes since my hard drive crashed a year ago, and what I’ve put on my computer from cd’s. This is about 1/8th of what’s on my iPod.
How many songs total: 884 How many hours or days of music: 2.3 days Sort By Song Title First Song: “Absolutely Sweet Marie” - Bob Dylan (Blonde on Blonde) Last Song:...
I dreamed this morning that I bought blue and pink plaid toms that went up past my ankles. Then, in a quick change of events, I was hiding from someone who was chasing me at my high school crushes house. We convinced his mom that I was moving so I could be allowed into his room, and we made out on his closet floor.
Needless to say, I woke up laughing hysterically.
“I tell you what, there are a LOT of republicans who smoke weed.” -My dad
They said they weren’t going to forget, and they were going to make me sing. I successfully evaded song-singing. I think it was because I told my relatives last night that I would be upset if they played recordings from the last show while I was in the house.
That’ll show them.
It’s possible that there are ten or fifteen songs I could listen to exclusively for the rest of my life and be totally content. Some of them are covers.
Case in point: I’ve listened to nothing but a cover of a Jawbreaker song and a cover of an Iron and Wine song today.
A near miss, or a close call? Keep a room at the hospital. Scratch my accidents against the wall.
Mother don’t worry.
I just watched a video on the news of one of the dudes from Jersey Shore showing the world how he styles his hair. I also watched the Brooklyn edition of Man vs. Food about an hour ago. I think I am more cultured today than I was yesterday.
Another Christmas in the trenches
My mom is talking to my two uncles about the possibility of my grandma being a lesbian…
Intriguing, I know, since anyone who could definitively point the three of them in the right direction is dead, so they’ll “never know for sure”. But also so totally disturbing.
This is when the vodka sodas sound like an amazing idea.
Yahtzee, anyone?
“Think of all the beauty that’s still left in and around you and be happy!”
– Anne Frank
losing all my friends.
I have a hundred and fifteen dollars worth of christmas presents sitting on my floor, and I’m overwhelmed at the idea of wrapping them. I hate wrapping presents. I’m really bad at it. No, but seriously.
Plus, I feel like I got some really good stuff for my parents, and I really just want to give it to them now. That’s how excited I am. I’m also not even remotely upset over...
Once people stop trying to tell me that The Maine is the best band ever, stop wearing bump-its, and stop playing Blink 182 on their laptops during class I will think about considering you to be a human being worth my time. Until then, I’ll keep talking shit about you via text message to one of the three people that I still like, and thusly still like me.
P.S. It’s not totally...
Somehow I decided that I was really good at making crafts, and made the decision to make shit for the best friend for her birthday and christmas. That was until I made the first homemade journal, and it turned out mediocre. How can I give this to her when I know I’m getting some homemade kickass gift from her?
This sucks, I hate christmas.
I had a serious conversation with my father tonight about the relationship between alcoholism and the ability to open a bottle of wine.
In order to circumvent my inability to open bottles of wine without destroying something, I just drink box wine. It’s easier that way.
I think it’s time to start drinking again.
“I never felt open in any way. I would never impulsively ring people and assume...”
– Moz
I’m pretty convinced that there has been something stuck in my eye for the better part of three weeks now.
“you made me such an asshole. I wish we never met.”
we need something to look at while we tear you up. Take what you love. Burn it down.
10 things you want for xmas: 1- beach cruiser. 2- i 3- swear 4- that’s 5- all 6- i 7- really 8- want 9- this 10- year. 9 musicians/bands you love: 1 - kevin devine 2 - the arcade fire 3 - neutral milk hotel 4 - the builders and the butchers 5 - superchunk 6 - manchester orchestra 7 - dinosaur jr 8 - brand new 9 - the cranberries. 8 things you do every day: 1 - breathe 2 - eat 3 - talk to myself...