here it is! this is for you! hope you enjoy and i definitely want feedback.
and in no particular order:
- Rilo Kiley - Really an album will do but I am really digging More Adventurous (a bit folky)
- The Whitest Boy Alive - Dreams (a bit groovy)
- Feist - Both Let it Die and The Reminder (a bit dreamy)
- Beck - Modern Guilt (a bit hipstery (is that even a word?))
- Cat Power - Jukebox (a bit bluesy)
- Earlimart - Mentor Tormentor (a bit mellow)
- Elliot Smith - From A Basement On The Hill (a bit indie)
- The Gossip - Standing In The Way Of Control (loud and in your face)
- The Kooks - Inside In /Inside Out or The Kooks (a bit poppy British rock)
- Minus The Bear - Menos el Oso (oh so melodic)
- Peaches - Impeach My Bush and Teaches of Peaches (a bit raunchy!)
- Pinback - Summer In Abaddon (melodic and airy)
- Richard Ashcroft - Alone With Everybody (for the lovers)
- Tokyo Police Club - Elephant Shell (fun and catchy)
- The Von Bondies- Pawn Shop Heart (a bit dark and mysterious)
- CSS - Cansei de Ser Sexy (DANCE DANCE DANCE!)
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August 14th, 2008
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I seriously fucking love that line… Thank you Brandon Boyd for being such an amazing lyricist and awesome musician for one of the greatest bands around.
This will more then likely be the last time I’m on here for a while. I’m still contemplating the thought of deleting this though as well. But I’m gonna let that marinate with me for a little longer before making any rash decisions. I feel the need for some human contact instead… However, I do have one more idea for a post but haven’t quite got it all thought out yet.. So maybe one more before the break, we’ll see.
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August 7th, 2008
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Ha! Sounds so selfish, right??? Yeah well sometimes in life you gotta be. You can’t just go living and organizing your life around someone else’s. How could you ever be really and truly happy otherwise??
Sure it happens where you are put in the position of having, maybe even wanting to do things for your partner, your kids, your family, or your friends that are not about you at all but are all about them. It’s when it gets to the point where you wake up one day and say “What the hell?? Who the hell am I … I don’t even recognize myself anymore.” To me, that’s utterly devestating, scarey, and down right sad.
*Break*
I never want to be in the sort of relationship where our worlds consist of nothing but eachother. Its unhealthy to not have an outlet. Sure a happy couple that plays together, stays together (I love that line BTW) but you also need to have your own hobbies… your own get-away-space. In return (and this is just in my own opinion) being a bit selfish makes for a happy, strong, successful relationship. My thought is: If I’m not happy, how can I make him happy?? Or better yet, if I cant make MYSELF happy, how is HE gonna make me happy??? Let’s let that resonate for a bit….
So where did all of this come from?? (Oh jezz I sound like I’m on a … a RANT!!!) Whelp, lets just say, I’m wising up to some of my old bad habits. Kicking ‘em to the curb. I’m heading over to the gym tonight and then I’m going hang out with some friends for…. ME!!!
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August 6th, 2008
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Is it possible for “Ex’s” to remain or better yet, become your friend?? I throw this out there and please feel free to respond.
My inital reaction is to answer this with a “no” as in my past experiences this has yet to happen (although this may change) and the same would apply to all my friends and their past relationships that go sour. None come to mind as remaining civil, cordial or really good friends. It seems like so much work when you’ve already been there…
Maybe the saying “time heals all wounds” fits best for this and maybe makes the most sense for this to happen. I mean, I can clearly say that after a few years of being separated from Kylie’s dad, I have no feelings for him. It’s not there, yet it is such a struggle for him and I to have a consecutive cordial conversation so is time really the answer?? Hmmm….. Maybe its a matter of maturity and both parties being equal.
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August 5th, 2008
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I was on West Cliff in Santa Cruz, Ca when this picture was taken. When I lived up north, I would always come to West Cliff and soak up the fresh air, enjoy the beautiful scenery, and sneak away from whatever it was that was making me want to sneak away . Santa Cruz was always my escape, my get-away-hide-out. I do miss it a lot….
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July 31st, 2008
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ain’t that the truth? for the past mmm i’d say two months, life has been everything but smooth… when things continuously do not go right, it can be extremely hard for one to keep a positive out-look on the perspective. and i hate to say it but i was probably a total “debbie downer” if you will, to be around. NOT AT ALL who i am or what i want to be. i like laughing and smiling and feeling good about life and those rough past few months made it very hard on me. needless to say, as my headline so clearly sums it up, when you’ve hit the bottom, you can only go up. i think i’ve always remained true to this saying and i hold-heartily believe in it, “thing always work themselves out” and that is precisely what is happening. it took months for shit to fall out of sync and only a weekend for it all to fall back into place. I’ve found a renter to move into my old place and i found an AWESOME new place to call home *smiles* … the rest of this summer is going to be stellar i’m making sure of this!
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July 14th, 2008
7287pwkr
Let’s get together and talk about the modern age
All of our friends were gathered there with their pets just talking shit
About how we’re all so upset about the dissapearing ground
As we watch it melt
It’s all of the good that won’t come out of us
And how eventually our hands will just turn to dust
If we keep shaking them, standing here on this frozen lake
I do this thing where i think i’m real sick
But i won’t go to the doctor to find out about it
‘Cause they make you stand real still in a real small place
As they chartup your insides and put them on display
They’d see all of it, all of me, all of it
All of the good that won’t come out of me
And all the stupid lies i hide behind
It’s such a big mistake, lying here in your warm embrace
Oh, you’re almost home
I’ve been waiting for you to come in
Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again
I think i’ll go out and embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in the street
You say i choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me
Maybe you’re right
Let’s talk about all of our friends who lost the war
And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them
It’s all of the good that won’t come out of them
And all the stupid lies they hide behind
It’s such a big mistake, standing here on this frozen lake
It’s all the good that won’t come out of me
And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust
If i don’t tell you quick
Standing here on this frozen lake
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July 12th, 2008
7287pwkr
I’ve got more scope now. Someone will make fewer demands of my time. I can now get back to the real world… or, escape some where far away from problems. When my curiosity is piqued, I’ll become a student again. One answer appears in a book - it’s worth the price. *smiles*
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June 30th, 2008
7287pwkr
stress… you’ve gotten the best of me these last few weeks. but i am by no means ready to fold. you have made me want to run away from everything and everyone but that would just be a cop out and really solves nothing. so once you are all sailed away and at bay, instead of running, i’m going to call it “taking a vaca”. visiting ashley and spending some alone time will be good for my mind and body…. a change of scenery aways does some good.
stress, you are a mother fucker!!!
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June 24th, 2008
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Bright Eyes - Ship In A Bottle
I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open,
That fixes all of life’s mistakes
I wanna be the house that you were raised in
The only place that you feel safe
I wanna be a shower in the morning
That wakes you up and makes you clean
I know I’m just the weather against your window
As you sleep through a winter’s dream
Someone’s churning the earth
Someone’s stirring the sky
Every color at once in a column of lights
Bacteria breeds on a microscope slide
The worm in my heart’s the apple of your eye
Don’t adore what is impossible
We have built this ship in a wine bottle
But if you knew how it worked,
We’d have to grow old
Someone’s eating at you, wakes you up in the night
If you’re digging the past, who knows what you’ll find
Read the newspaper print off the microfiche slide
And you’re holding your breath for the rest of your life
Don’t you love what is intangible
I have built this ship in a wine bottle
But if you knew who I was …
You would never grow old
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June 5th, 2008
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