bargain hunter is now the bargain hunted.

so yeah, a whole lot of the same. Big time partying on friday. I think my favorite moment was towards the end of the night at jacobs they played "don't dream its over" by crowded house. One of my favorite 80's songs without a doubt. Either that or during "roxanne" getting fucking wild with jamie, joshua, and i don't even remember who else, and locking arms and spinning in a circle. Last night was a bit spotty. I didn't have a lot of fun, due to having to drive and having to work today. oh well. I bought a bunch of new records, and i'm loving them all. yankee hotel foxtrot, details, sour times, glass floor, of this blood, this years model, and more and more and more and. I'm off work tomorrow, so i'll think i'll make the most of it by laying around in my underwear and watching the first season of the oc. I think i've said all i'm going to be able to say in good conscience. So i'll write more, when more finds it's way to me.

this was somewhere once before. can you tell? can you feel? can you cry?

oh yeah, you can hear some kind of fucking endless. right? like touching some ivory, like touching some knotted up insides. And this is like the wreck you saw earlier. yeah, pinned. i was fucking pinned between here and there and where i really want to be. trucks and cars are fighting out on the road. we can be the casualties. cause it's so casual to be alone. but you are the car that can keep me here. and you my cylinder are the reason i write. inspiration is like the light in here, so damn particular. looking for an excuse to go out. if i ever took the long way i'm sorry. i wanted to be wherever so much faster. being sand on the beach is easy when you're no one. i can move and not be noticed. shift to the next one. surfaces. oh yeah, i just took a look, and this looks so bad. like. p-r-e-t-e-n-t-e-n-t-i-o-u-s. i said i loved them because i believed in my heart i could change them. And you asked. "change them to what"? and i just thought to myself. "sad like i am". if i changed them they would be sad, and fucked up like i am. so i laugh my fucking head off at the mere thought that i could ever have an impact. but i will keep writing. i'll keep moving. i'll keep trying to get to where someone is. like some cut out. i keep hearing some song. i can't wait till other people hear this. then we can talk all about it. let me tell you one thing. we are going to be something. everyone that thinks we are nothing will be proved wrong. We know what is before us. we decided tonight. dude, i can't fucking wait to look back on this time as our development. we are going to change everything. we are going to be the next big everything. we will be the cover. pin-ups. i said it. pin-ups.

gravity rides everything.

today was a waste sort of. I woke up really early and watched better off dead, than i got on the computer and talked to my friend emily. Than i watched the simple life till my family came home. Than me and Meredith went to chipotle. Than i came home and called Jamie, and soon we will go buy records, and i will buy new jeans. So actually i guess it's not a waste. I just wish i had done more productive things with the morning. Oh well, hindsight is 20/20. I'm going to get my haircut on friday. Nothing big, just getting the back trimmed up. I talked to someone i haven't talked to in like 10 years this afternoon. She was like my best friend when i was a kid. I used to be a lot worse than i am now, if you can imagine that. I was really awful. So talking to her was weird. It reminded me of how i used to be, and that it has been a decade. So weird. where did all my time go? I have started working on the demos for the new record. Since the last record i have about 50 or so songs to choose from, but a lot of them will not be as relevent as i thought they once were. I have tapes upon tapes to go through, and lyrics to finalize, so i've got a lot ahead of me. I hope to start recording by the end of june. That would be good, but i am not going to rush it, so we'll see what happens. I really don't want to get my haircut, cause the person cutting it is going to want to wash it. That sucks, do you think if i asked they would be willing not to? Maybe i'll see what they say. You know, explain i'm a dirtbag and i don't wash my hair, just see if thats cool with them. I took some pictures last night, but i look stupid in all of them, so i don't think i'll post any. I wonder if anyone is going to read this. are you reading this?

come on big wave, have me again.

so this is my fourth blog. I can't stay away from these things i suppose. Why do i feel people care about what records i am listening to or, or how many beers i had the night before? It's hard to tell. I have made this promise before, but i will try to keep this fun, not so hateful and all that. I'm also pretty excited because now i can load pictures onto here, so who knows? it might be fun. Just for fun, i took a few pictures, and i will put them up. They are what i look like right this minute. Dirty hair, no shirt. whatever. Thanks for reading.