Hm.

I need to hop on this thing more (at all).

Wait. Why am I awake?

fasebdsgvwaHilton.

(period)

It's a dark day which the sun breaks upon the sky but my eyes still burn
There is no warmth there, only the pain, only the notion of an ending
That will bring swift justice to those among the followers that somehow
Failed to see, Failed to breathe, and Failed to understand
They are one of many.

This is not a life that caters to the cunning
So be brave instead and face your fears.
This is not a cliff you alone must climb
So reach for my hand and realize the truth
You are one of many.



Now, please.
Take me with you.

It's No Surprise This Torn Book Is A Damaged Good

Haha I feel ridiculous. All I wanna do is sit down and complain and/or ramble, and I can't even decide to do it here or on my other blog.

...why in the hell do I have two blogs?
Cause I'm cool like that.



It seems all I want to do is yell these days. I don't feel connections to anyone, really. I talk to people, I laugh, I have real conversations...but it is so incredibly rare for me to find someone that I actually connect with. I just don't have that anymore. There is more than the words that come out of my mouth, more than the things I'm doing or creating, more than what I'm learning, even. Mainly, there is what I'm feeling. And talk of feelings is like speech on deaf ears out here. Personally I think people just don't like talking about them, and that is hard for me to handle. Humans are not meant to suppress emotion.

And so I yell. I dream of writing songs in which I can yell my own words and thoughts, but being stuck behind this acoustic guitar that only seems to produce G and Em chords is quite the deterrent. Thus I move onto La Dispute; the only outlet for such ridiculous emotion. If somebody could just...understand what I feel through those words...it all makes so much sense. Ugh. That seems so unlikely these days. Instead I will live with the weird looks and the staring eyes as I fuel the fire of my passions. What choice do I have?



I am but a boy amidst the ocean of the world, and the tide is rising against me.

Thanks for Giving, Mom and Dad

Thanksgiving has come and gone, and so has the food. Alas, no one took me to the airport, so none of us got the delicious cookies, but on the bright side, I did score a few awesome days with Mom and Dad. We had some beautiful evenings, mornings, and yes, afternoons, filled with perfect weather, three great dogs, and enriching conversation. I even scored over 200,000 on Lazy Eye in Rock Band II. So, all in all, it was a great few days.

Well...in other news...

THIS MONTH IN FULL SAIL

haha I like doing headlines. Songwriting should be interesting. At the end of the month, I'll have to have a song completed, and there are going to be a few constraints on it. Nothing crazy, but I'll have to have a couple certain chords, maybe a key change, and some other stuff. But if there are too many constraints put on it...my song is gonna be le horrible. So...let's hope it's within the realm of where I would naturally write a song. I mean, it would be awesome if it challenged me, but there are only so many 7th chords I can play on guitar, okay?

That being said, my teacher is effing amazing. I will try to take video of him soon so I can show you his mad skills in class. But he's a very personable guy and he teaches well, so it will be fun.

Anywho...

umm...

That's all for now, I guess.

Thanks for calling me tonight, Tracie. It was very nice talking to you.

Me Versus Verses

It's been a few months now

Since I started to make you cry

But now I can't wipe the thought from my mind

Much less the breaking in your eyes

I wish I could see you now

To hold you and take you in

Just know I miss your face in my life

Much more than that sky in California

Ramblings

Did I ever post with a specific topic in mind before? Or was it like this: just rambling until I find a purpose?

Is that what my life is now?

Woah.

Woah.

Woah.

Emo attack, apparently right now.

Okay, moving on.

Class starts again today. Songwriting. Ironically, I have been feeling the desire to write a song lately, and the class I'm in now is none other than...songwriting. Fancy that. I'm sure it is gonna be a fun course that teaches me all about...songwriting. It still won't change the fact that I don't like my voice, so I am not sure how I'm gonna chug out a song, but we'll see if something changes. I think it's more like understanding songs, and not...writing them well. Like I will be able to tell a good song from a bad song. I feel like I can't tell the difference anymore. Is there a difference?

I watched New Moon this morning, which was educational to say the least. But now that that is out of the way, I guess I can...well I was going to say breathe easy but that's some bullshit. I can keep on keeping on. That's what I'll do. BUT. It was quite amazing...the first 45 minutes...they were pretty much spot on.

What else?

Watch The Truman Show. Just do it.

Dexter is off the chain. Absolutely crazy. Every episode.

SYTYCD continues to be the happiest and saddest moments of my life.

And yeah.

Fight Club on bluray. Woot.

Okay I'm gonna leave you alone now.

that should be my motto.

I'm Sincerely At A Loss For A Topic.

I was going to write some long-winded post about how crazy life is and how I feel like I don't even know what to write about because it's all so crazy and time flies but it goes so slowly even though we're all going in circles and blah who cares de blah.

But I'm gonna do this instead.

"Abraham"

by Sufjan Stevens

but...by me. Live.

Woot! Enjoy.

Abraham, worth a righteous one.
Take up on the wood,
put it on your son.
Lake or lamb.
There is none to harm.
When the angel came,
you had raised your arm.

Abraham, put off on your son.
Take instead the ram
until Jesus comes