^ I know, funny sexual innuendo, amirite?
But in reality, this is in reference to the fact that I am last minute cramming for a midterm which begins at exactly 3:30. Wonderful. I am explicitly FUCKED for this midterm, folks. I have not had a chance to study before today really, and it's not in a subject I'm very good at. Lots of analyzing paintings, which isn't exactly my field considering that I'm in political science. But whatever, all you can do is your best on if you do your best then your best is what you'll receive. What does that mean?
So, I sit here on the cold hard floor outside of my girlfriend's class, pondering how screwed I am for the upcoming midterm, and I decide that my time is better used writing a blog entry. Why? What purpose does this serve other than gratifying my own shameless need to spin a web of bullshit and fact on the internet? Of course, I know I am sating the appetite of my world wide fan network, but you don't mean that much to me, so what's the point?
The same girl always sits across this hall from me, eating Subway, and the smell of the sub always makes me fucking hungry. But it's morning still, which means I won't be eating lunch for a few hours. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. She fell asleep, with the half eaten sub on her lap. Do I steal it? Tune in next entry for more information! Same Bat time, same Bat channel.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Letter to Taylor Swift
Dear Ms. Swift,
I would just like to start this off by saying that although I don't like your music, I applaud you for being one of the few female artists that is able to reach stardom and not have to use your feminine sexuality as a major selling point. It really is a breath of fresh air in this day and age to have someone not flaunting their physical features in order to sell records.
However, the sheer fact that you capitalize on your image as a 'good girl' doesn't make you that much better. I mean, it does, but in a different sense, you're just as willing to take advantage of your fans.
Next up is the fact that the majority of your songs cover the same subject matter: whining about some boy that 'hurt' you. Whether it be that melodious bit of 'too little too late' advice 'Should've Said No', or the wonderful feel of soul-satisfying symbolic revenge "Picture to Burn', I'm always hearing about how terrible a boy clearly was to you. But here's something to consider next time you pick up a notebook and pen some lyrics: MAYBE YOU'RE THE PROBLEM. If you've gone through enough boys to write three LPs and an EP of material, maybe you're the reason they keep 'hurting' you. God knows I'd get sick of dating a girl that continuously squeals about terrible boyfriends while strumming the same overused chord pattern of every fucking country-pop song out there.
I've honestly just had enough. Come up with a new selling point Taylor. In other words, nut up or shut up.
Sincerely,
ME (I still have respect for you. And your pretty dresses)
I would just like to start this off by saying that although I don't like your music, I applaud you for being one of the few female artists that is able to reach stardom and not have to use your feminine sexuality as a major selling point. It really is a breath of fresh air in this day and age to have someone not flaunting their physical features in order to sell records.
However, the sheer fact that you capitalize on your image as a 'good girl' doesn't make you that much better. I mean, it does, but in a different sense, you're just as willing to take advantage of your fans.
Next up is the fact that the majority of your songs cover the same subject matter: whining about some boy that 'hurt' you. Whether it be that melodious bit of 'too little too late' advice 'Should've Said No', or the wonderful feel of soul-satisfying symbolic revenge "Picture to Burn', I'm always hearing about how terrible a boy clearly was to you. But here's something to consider next time you pick up a notebook and pen some lyrics: MAYBE YOU'RE THE PROBLEM. If you've gone through enough boys to write three LPs and an EP of material, maybe you're the reason they keep 'hurting' you. God knows I'd get sick of dating a girl that continuously squeals about terrible boyfriends while strumming the same overused chord pattern of every fucking country-pop song out there.
I've honestly just had enough. Come up with a new selling point Taylor. In other words, nut up or shut up.
Sincerely,
ME (I still have respect for you. And your pretty dresses)
Friday, October 22, 2010
cold coffee ain't much fun
Big news of the week: my sister got a pet hamster. Its name is Shakespeare (she's an English major), but I have mercilessly begun a campaign to refer to it only as Hammy, because we all know that's the best name a hamster can have.
I work in a deli, and I've decided (after much deliberation) that a set of rules must be released to teach the public that when they order meat from me, they have to do it right. I'm not going to list all the rules in this post, because I haven't decided on all of them:
1) Don't order multiple things at once and then fuck off to somewhere else in the store. I WILL forget what you ordered and you won't be there to remind me.
2) Simple manners folks, please and thank you's are very appreciated
3) Don't lean on the glass; you'll make fingerprints which I have to wipe off. Plus, there's no fucking reason to lean on the glass.
4) Speak up, I can't hear you.
5) Don't yell, I can hear you.
6) Don't order head cheese, it's gross.
7) Don't come to the deli if the store is open for only another half hour. I don't care if we're still technically open, I'm trying to clean, I want to go home. Fuck off.
Well, wasn't that enlightening?
I'm sitting in my school library, and as fate would have it, I forgot my earphones. So instead of my usual routine of jiving to tunes while either A) working or B) not working, I find myself lost in the symphony of other inhabitants of private library cubicles. It's surprising how much noise is actually made in what is essentially designated as a "Quiet Study Area". Coughing, sniffling, laughing, whispering, ruffling, we've got it all!
Is it mean to correct peoples spelling on instant message and facebook? I do it all the time, or at least call people on their mistakes. I'm not saying I don't make mistakes, because I definitely do (just see my last post for proof), but most of the time I catch the mistake and correct it. I really can't help it, when I see mistakes, I usually correct them. I honestly just think it's funny, I'm not trying to make the person look stupid or anything. Some people get annoyed or offended, they say stuff like "it's facebook Sean, I'm not going to worry about spelling". Of course, they spell that sentence like: "its fb Sean I not gunna worry bout splling ;) :P"
Fucking winkyfaces.
It just struck me that before I post this, I'm going to have to read the whole thing over and make sure I didn't make any really obvious spelling mistakes or grammar issues, because that will make me look like a total dildo.
The other day at work, I asked a coworker I had just met what kind of music he liked (as I often do upon meeting new people). He answered "what kind of music do you think I like?"
What the fuck does that mean? It's a simple question dickweed, don't strain your brain trying to answer it. Or are you just so stupid that you need me to answer it for you? I guess it was because he was so cool with his pierced ears and tattoos that I should obviously know what kind of music he's into just by looking at him. But guess what, I don't! So I responded with a blanket term "some sort of rock" I said. He smirked and said "what bands?" FUCK YOU. This isn't 20 questions, I asked a straight forward question that only needed (or at least I thought) a very straight forward answer, why are you asking ME what bands YOU'RE into? I don't know, that's why I asked! Hell, if I had known this would devolve into a game, I wouldn't have asked in the first place!
People are crazy folks, and the sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be.
I'll never understand fashion trends and what not. I'm not trying to be all cool and non-conformist, because anyone who says they don't adhere to some sort of fashion trend is full of shit, but seriously, some of them actually confuse me. Obviously, I dress in a manner of style that suits what interests me, but my clothing is always comfortable, and I don't look (at least, I THINK I don't look) like an idiot. But the style I see so many girls strolling around campus in is skin tight, ultra thin cloth pants and GIANT furry boots. You look dumb, stop it. Yes, I know those boots are insanely comfortable (I've heard from a friend... I don't wear girl's boots.... what were we talking about?) but seriously, stop wearing them with those little pants. Just stop. I don't know, something I just don't dig. But whatever, do whatever you want, not my place to tell you what to wear. Cause that's the thing folks, you can rage and hate until you're blue in the face, but in the end, people are going to wear whatever the fuck they want. AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well tater tots, I've got a political philosophy seminar to attend.
I'll catch you cats on the flip flop lateeeeeeer
I work in a deli, and I've decided (after much deliberation) that a set of rules must be released to teach the public that when they order meat from me, they have to do it right. I'm not going to list all the rules in this post, because I haven't decided on all of them:
1) Don't order multiple things at once and then fuck off to somewhere else in the store. I WILL forget what you ordered and you won't be there to remind me.
2) Simple manners folks, please and thank you's are very appreciated
3) Don't lean on the glass; you'll make fingerprints which I have to wipe off. Plus, there's no fucking reason to lean on the glass.
4) Speak up, I can't hear you.
5) Don't yell, I can hear you.
6) Don't order head cheese, it's gross.
7) Don't come to the deli if the store is open for only another half hour. I don't care if we're still technically open, I'm trying to clean, I want to go home. Fuck off.
Well, wasn't that enlightening?
I'm sitting in my school library, and as fate would have it, I forgot my earphones. So instead of my usual routine of jiving to tunes while either A) working or B) not working, I find myself lost in the symphony of other inhabitants of private library cubicles. It's surprising how much noise is actually made in what is essentially designated as a "Quiet Study Area". Coughing, sniffling, laughing, whispering, ruffling, we've got it all!
Is it mean to correct peoples spelling on instant message and facebook? I do it all the time, or at least call people on their mistakes. I'm not saying I don't make mistakes, because I definitely do (just see my last post for proof), but most of the time I catch the mistake and correct it. I really can't help it, when I see mistakes, I usually correct them. I honestly just think it's funny, I'm not trying to make the person look stupid or anything. Some people get annoyed or offended, they say stuff like "it's facebook Sean, I'm not going to worry about spelling". Of course, they spell that sentence like: "its fb Sean I not gunna worry bout splling ;) :P"
Fucking winkyfaces.
It just struck me that before I post this, I'm going to have to read the whole thing over and make sure I didn't make any really obvious spelling mistakes or grammar issues, because that will make me look like a total dildo.
The other day at work, I asked a coworker I had just met what kind of music he liked (as I often do upon meeting new people). He answered "what kind of music do you think I like?"
What the fuck does that mean? It's a simple question dickweed, don't strain your brain trying to answer it. Or are you just so stupid that you need me to answer it for you? I guess it was because he was so cool with his pierced ears and tattoos that I should obviously know what kind of music he's into just by looking at him. But guess what, I don't! So I responded with a blanket term "some sort of rock" I said. He smirked and said "what bands?" FUCK YOU. This isn't 20 questions, I asked a straight forward question that only needed (or at least I thought) a very straight forward answer, why are you asking ME what bands YOU'RE into? I don't know, that's why I asked! Hell, if I had known this would devolve into a game, I wouldn't have asked in the first place!
People are crazy folks, and the sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be.
I'll never understand fashion trends and what not. I'm not trying to be all cool and non-conformist, because anyone who says they don't adhere to some sort of fashion trend is full of shit, but seriously, some of them actually confuse me. Obviously, I dress in a manner of style that suits what interests me, but my clothing is always comfortable, and I don't look (at least, I THINK I don't look) like an idiot. But the style I see so many girls strolling around campus in is skin tight, ultra thin cloth pants and GIANT furry boots. You look dumb, stop it. Yes, I know those boots are insanely comfortable (I've heard from a friend... I don't wear girl's boots.... what were we talking about?) but seriously, stop wearing them with those little pants. Just stop. I don't know, something I just don't dig. But whatever, do whatever you want, not my place to tell you what to wear. Cause that's the thing folks, you can rage and hate until you're blue in the face, but in the end, people are going to wear whatever the fuck they want. AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well tater tots, I've got a political philosophy seminar to attend.
I'll catch you cats on the flip flop lateeeeeeer
Friday, October 15, 2010
It's not the time of the season for lovin'
helloooo
And so, my sister is sick, my mom is sick, my girlfriend is sick, my girlfriend's fried is sick, and my favourite co-worker is sick. holyfuckholyfuckholyfuckholyfuck.
Everyone's sick! What am I going to do? I've been taking vitamin C like mad and basically isolating myself in my room for the last week or so, trying to be in as little contact with the Infected as possible. It's like a really surreal zombie apocalypse.
Speaking of whih, the televised adaptation of the comic book series "The Walking Dead" airs on Halloween night at 10 p.m. on I believe AMC. How fucking excited for you?
I'm at school, enjoying my second cup of coffee from Tim Hortons of the day. I have a political philosophy seminar in a half hour. It's on Marxism. Oh man, I am so pumped. It took me literally 10 minutes to write my weekly paper which usually takes me about an hour to write. I guess I just have a lot to say this week.
And so, my sister is sick, my mom is sick, my girlfriend is sick, my girlfriend's fried is sick, and my favourite co-worker is sick. holyfuckholyfuckholyfuckholyfuck.
Everyone's sick! What am I going to do? I've been taking vitamin C like mad and basically isolating myself in my room for the last week or so, trying to be in as little contact with the Infected as possible. It's like a really surreal zombie apocalypse.
Speaking of whih, the televised adaptation of the comic book series "The Walking Dead" airs on Halloween night at 10 p.m. on I believe AMC. How fucking excited for you?
I'm at school, enjoying my second cup of coffee from Tim Hortons of the day. I have a political philosophy seminar in a half hour. It's on Marxism. Oh man, I am so pumped. It took me literally 10 minutes to write my weekly paper which usually takes me about an hour to write. I guess I just have a lot to say this week.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
a little bit of me time
hey there comrades
So, as I sat here in my kitchen, enjoying a cup or two (or 5) of coffee before I start work at 4, I figured I'd come on here and shoot the shit instead of sitting and mindlessly indulging in thoughts of boobies and stucco ceilings (not at the same time).
I think today is as good a time as any to give you dinks an updated list of my "currently being listened to most" records. As of right now (in no particular order):
1) The Greatest Story Ever Told - The Lawrence Arms
2) Crime as Forgiven by Against Me!
3) The Con - Tegan and Sara
4) You Get What You Give - Zac Brown Band
5) Agony and Irony - Alkaline Trio
6) the Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me - Brand New
7) Unknown Pleasures - Joy Division
8) Unicornography - The Falcon
9) Live at Folsom Prison - Johnny Cash
10) S/T - The Clash
Just wonderful, ain't it?
A girl sitting beside me in my criminal justice class today was wearing what looked like a high quality, expensive fedora, which she had artfully and rebelliously stuck safety pins and badges through. Okay, you want to dress a certain way, adhere to certain principles, fine by me. But why waste all that money on an expensive fedora just to fuck with it? I mean, maybe she got it as a gift, or it was a really good quality imitation of an ACTUAL good quality fedora, which in that case, whatever, makes sense. I know I personally buy any clothes which are going to get defaced and/or mutilated (in the name of looking like a totally cool punk rocker), I buy at the local thrift shop, which is conveniently located just a ten minute walk from my house.
Today is kind of a bummer day, and I'm not exactly sure why. I mean hell, my life is gooooood. I've got great friends, an amazing girlfriend, I'm playing good music in a band, I'm actually enjoying my learning at school (although my computer applications course is quite overwhelming), and I've got a decent job. It must be the weather! I like a few clouds, but today is just fucking miserable, and it's been this way for a while. Oh well, bring on the good tunes, cajun chicken sandwiches, and more coffee! That's my trifecta of happiness. Oh, and women soaping up in the shower obviously, but that goes without saying.
On to the next topic! (today just seems like a good day for internet ranting to no one in particular). A friend of mine, who goes to school in Ottawa was talking to me about music last night (as we are wont to do). I mentioned Lawrence Arms, and a little bit after that Alkaline Trio, and she made a comment (which I'm sure might have seemed harmless to her) that both of them sounded quite similar to Green Day. Fuck. I swear, if I could've reached through my computer screen to her room in Ottawa, I would have punched her in the head then and there. Okay, perhaps that's a little extreme, but harsh language and pouting would have definitely been involved. As it was, I could only argue a ridiculous point with her, and tell her to download certain songs by Larry Arms and Alk3 to prove my point that they sound NOTHING like Green Day.
Now before you get all uppity on me (as I'm sure my fantastically huge legion of readers will), I don't hate Green Day. They played a huge part in my introduction to punk rock in elementary school, and I still enjoy throwing on one of their records when I'm bored (and not just for nostalgia, some of their songs are exceedingly well written). But to compare them to bands like Larry Arms/Alk3 is just not correct, and should be punished as such.
Also, From the Bottom FINALLY got a bass player who can play their instrument well. His name is Scott, and he plays guitar in a band called Beat Noir (major excellent, I suggest you check them out!). So he's slappin' the bass for us as well as melting some faces for Beat Noir. Excellent.
Well, I suppose I really should get busy. And by busy, I mean drink more coffee, eat a sandwich, and catch up on BK's blog.
hugs and kisses!
So, as I sat here in my kitchen, enjoying a cup or two (or 5) of coffee before I start work at 4, I figured I'd come on here and shoot the shit instead of sitting and mindlessly indulging in thoughts of boobies and stucco ceilings (not at the same time).
I think today is as good a time as any to give you dinks an updated list of my "currently being listened to most" records. As of right now (in no particular order):
1) The Greatest Story Ever Told - The Lawrence Arms
2) Crime as Forgiven by Against Me!
3) The Con - Tegan and Sara
4) You Get What You Give - Zac Brown Band
5) Agony and Irony - Alkaline Trio
6) the Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me - Brand New
7) Unknown Pleasures - Joy Division
8) Unicornography - The Falcon
9) Live at Folsom Prison - Johnny Cash
10) S/T - The Clash
Just wonderful, ain't it?
A girl sitting beside me in my criminal justice class today was wearing what looked like a high quality, expensive fedora, which she had artfully and rebelliously stuck safety pins and badges through. Okay, you want to dress a certain way, adhere to certain principles, fine by me. But why waste all that money on an expensive fedora just to fuck with it? I mean, maybe she got it as a gift, or it was a really good quality imitation of an ACTUAL good quality fedora, which in that case, whatever, makes sense. I know I personally buy any clothes which are going to get defaced and/or mutilated (in the name of looking like a totally cool punk rocker), I buy at the local thrift shop, which is conveniently located just a ten minute walk from my house.
Today is kind of a bummer day, and I'm not exactly sure why. I mean hell, my life is gooooood. I've got great friends, an amazing girlfriend, I'm playing good music in a band, I'm actually enjoying my learning at school (although my computer applications course is quite overwhelming), and I've got a decent job. It must be the weather! I like a few clouds, but today is just fucking miserable, and it's been this way for a while. Oh well, bring on the good tunes, cajun chicken sandwiches, and more coffee! That's my trifecta of happiness. Oh, and women soaping up in the shower obviously, but that goes without saying.
On to the next topic! (today just seems like a good day for internet ranting to no one in particular). A friend of mine, who goes to school in Ottawa was talking to me about music last night (as we are wont to do). I mentioned Lawrence Arms, and a little bit after that Alkaline Trio, and she made a comment (which I'm sure might have seemed harmless to her) that both of them sounded quite similar to Green Day. Fuck. I swear, if I could've reached through my computer screen to her room in Ottawa, I would have punched her in the head then and there. Okay, perhaps that's a little extreme, but harsh language and pouting would have definitely been involved. As it was, I could only argue a ridiculous point with her, and tell her to download certain songs by Larry Arms and Alk3 to prove my point that they sound NOTHING like Green Day.
Now before you get all uppity on me (as I'm sure my fantastically huge legion of readers will), I don't hate Green Day. They played a huge part in my introduction to punk rock in elementary school, and I still enjoy throwing on one of their records when I'm bored (and not just for nostalgia, some of their songs are exceedingly well written). But to compare them to bands like Larry Arms/Alk3 is just not correct, and should be punished as such.
Also, From the Bottom FINALLY got a bass player who can play their instrument well. His name is Scott, and he plays guitar in a band called Beat Noir (major excellent, I suggest you check them out!). So he's slappin' the bass for us as well as melting some faces for Beat Noir. Excellent.
Well, I suppose I really should get busy. And by busy, I mean drink more coffee, eat a sandwich, and catch up on BK's blog.
hugs and kisses!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
welcome to the good ol' boys jamboree
I know it's not terribly punk rock of me, but I like a lot of country music. My girlfriend is really into that whole scene, and contrary to my prior beliefs, I find myself getting more and more into certain bands with every listen. I can't help but appreciate the driving guitar in songs such as How Far Do You Wanna Go? by newbie country act Gloriana, or the riotously humourous hill billyism of songs such as Whiskey's Gone and Sic 'Em on a Chicken by the Zac Brown Band. I can even get past a lot of the foolish patriotism exhibited by a good number of the bands, such as the lines from Zac Brown's Chicken Fried: "I thank God for my life, and for the stars and stripes, may freedom forever fly".
Other than that, wonderful band.
With that, we move into my next topic. Why we feel the need to seal ourselves into different styles or groups. Even people who say they don't definitely do; the group of "originals" is a clique in itself. It is virtually impossible to be a completely original style, however it's VERY possible to not adhere to every principle or fucked up rule a certain style stands for. Usually, certain styles go hand in hand with preferences in music, or other leisure activities. You know, the whole jock stereotype, the video game nerd, the moody goth, that whole bit. But as far as I can tell, you can really do whatever you want, and no 'style police' are going to come to your door and lock you up. Although, some stupid 'elitist' might shun you, fuck them.
So go ahead, call yourself a punk and turn up the Zac Brown Band, throw on Marilyn Manson and play some football, or after finishing your paper on political science, throw in Halo and play. I don't give a fuck, and neither should anyone else.
Other than that, wonderful band.
With that, we move into my next topic. Why we feel the need to seal ourselves into different styles or groups. Even people who say they don't definitely do; the group of "originals" is a clique in itself. It is virtually impossible to be a completely original style, however it's VERY possible to not adhere to every principle or fucked up rule a certain style stands for. Usually, certain styles go hand in hand with preferences in music, or other leisure activities. You know, the whole jock stereotype, the video game nerd, the moody goth, that whole bit. But as far as I can tell, you can really do whatever you want, and no 'style police' are going to come to your door and lock you up. Although, some stupid 'elitist' might shun you, fuck them.
So go ahead, call yourself a punk and turn up the Zac Brown Band, throw on Marilyn Manson and play some football, or after finishing your paper on political science, throw in Halo and play. I don't give a fuck, and neither should anyone else.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Lyrics to that fucked up song
We'll begin today with a set of the lyrics I wrote when my backyard partying neighbors woke me up several nights ago:
I used to dream when I was dead
that the desert sands would bury me
and over them would be an ocean
and above that only blue sky
my flesh would rot my bones will crumble
and life above continues as normal
with a sideways glance from every junkie's eye
and we wouldn't talk to strangers
we wouldn't have the time
we'd all stop playing music
and it wouldn't cost a dime
oh, wouldn't that be the good life?
when you get dressed to go to work
do you quickly put on a pants and shirt?
or do do you put on a tie comb your hair and take your time?
do you inject coffee or heroine
to make your the pumping of you heart begin
and does the alarm clock make you cringe
and piss the bed?
and we'd all do shots of Pepsi
while our children drank our rye
we'd sleep away the sunshine
and go shopping late at night
oh, wouldn't that be the good life?
please tell me that wouldn't be a good life.
I used to dream when I was dead
that the desert sands would bury me
and over them would be an ocean
and above that only blue sky
my flesh would rot my bones will crumble
and life above continues as normal
with a sideways glance from every junkie's eye
and we wouldn't talk to strangers
we wouldn't have the time
we'd all stop playing music
and it wouldn't cost a dime
oh, wouldn't that be the good life?
when you get dressed to go to work
do you quickly put on a pants and shirt?
or do do you put on a tie comb your hair and take your time?
do you inject coffee or heroine
to make your the pumping of you heart begin
and does the alarm clock make you cringe
and piss the bed?
and we'd all do shots of Pepsi
while our children drank our rye
we'd sleep away the sunshine
and go shopping late at night
oh, wouldn't that be the good life?
please tell me that wouldn't be a good life.
Friday, October 8, 2010
in need of sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
hey ya'll
SO I recently started university! Pretty exciting shit. I get to commute from home every day and learn cool things about different political ideologies and all kinds of fun stuff. Unfortunately for me, I also have to take a Computer Applications course. You may not know this, but I am decidedly terrible when it comes to working with computers. Seriously, my talents are limited to email and blogging, not much else.
Now I'm sitting in the 'university center' eavesdropping on conversations. I've just learned that the girl with the dirty hair at the table next to me can convince anyone to get her a free drink. For real, the manager at 'The Ranch' bought her a shot last night because she told him he had good 'barstaff'. Her group of friends have now just been informed in an obnoxiously nasally voice that her boyfriend is a 'metal-purist', but that she is slowly changing that. She also only drinks Canadian beer. Wonderful.
Last night I decided to go to bed at a good time, as I have to work long hours in the coming days, so I decided I needed a solid few hours to recharge my batteries. My plans were thwarted however, when some group of my neighbors decided that midnight was the best time to start a party. Maybe I'm a old soul, but SHUT THE FUCK UP. They were screaming, laughing, having a grand old time in their backyard. After an hour of lying and listening to their various drunken conversations, I flicked on my desk lamp and scrounged through my shelves for a notebook that would still contain a few blank pages. Once one was uncovered, I scrawled out some lyrics that apparently had been fermenting in my head while I tossed and turned in the dark.
Once they were completed, it was about 2 am. I tossed the notebook on the floor and collapsed back into bed. Due to the absence of backyard partiers, I fell asleep almost immediately. Awakened only 6 hours later by the sounds of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by the Beatles, I clicked off the radio alarm, and slowly made my way to where my notebook lay open.
Those are some fucked up lyrics.
SO I recently started university! Pretty exciting shit. I get to commute from home every day and learn cool things about different political ideologies and all kinds of fun stuff. Unfortunately for me, I also have to take a Computer Applications course. You may not know this, but I am decidedly terrible when it comes to working with computers. Seriously, my talents are limited to email and blogging, not much else.
Now I'm sitting in the 'university center' eavesdropping on conversations. I've just learned that the girl with the dirty hair at the table next to me can convince anyone to get her a free drink. For real, the manager at 'The Ranch' bought her a shot last night because she told him he had good 'barstaff'. Her group of friends have now just been informed in an obnoxiously nasally voice that her boyfriend is a 'metal-purist', but that she is slowly changing that. She also only drinks Canadian beer. Wonderful.
Last night I decided to go to bed at a good time, as I have to work long hours in the coming days, so I decided I needed a solid few hours to recharge my batteries. My plans were thwarted however, when some group of my neighbors decided that midnight was the best time to start a party. Maybe I'm a old soul, but SHUT THE FUCK UP. They were screaming, laughing, having a grand old time in their backyard. After an hour of lying and listening to their various drunken conversations, I flicked on my desk lamp and scrounged through my shelves for a notebook that would still contain a few blank pages. Once one was uncovered, I scrawled out some lyrics that apparently had been fermenting in my head while I tossed and turned in the dark.
Once they were completed, it was about 2 am. I tossed the notebook on the floor and collapsed back into bed. Due to the absence of backyard partiers, I fell asleep almost immediately. Awakened only 6 hours later by the sounds of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by the Beatles, I clicked off the radio alarm, and slowly made my way to where my notebook lay open.
Those are some fucked up lyrics.
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