Friday, November 27, 2009
<3
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Self Explanatory...
Monday, November 16, 2009
Revelations
Hard.
...If it's because of a girl,
I think it's a good thing you
haven't hit the floor.
Maybe.
So keep falling.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Things don't go your way, and you wanna give up...
Hands Down- Dashboard Confessional*
Stolen- Dashboard Confessional**
Love Hurts- Incubus**
Still Not Over You ft Eric Hol- Mike Posner
Blinded- Third Eye Blind
Stay (I Missed You)- New Found Glory*
Crazy for You- New Found Glory**
Dashboard Confessional and New Found Glory are another one of those choices that could include whole albums, but I chose to spare you and your attention span the anguish. Hope these pique your interest and you give them a try. Readers, enjoy.
O, Man. I should practice more.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Christmas is here, and so is my LIST.
This was actually pretty fun. Going store to store and doing snap shots of stuff you like or catch your eye. Christmas is here and are you ready? Sure, people stare at you, but I don't care. My list is actually pretty limited to the Downtown Mall, so it's smaller than if I went to Roseville Galleria. With that said, care to share your visual list?
Oh, and donations to assist in the the acquisition of the items on my list are extremely welcomed.
Good Hunting, monkey! :3
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Doodle Hour
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Fast Faves
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Sweep the Leg!
If you love the Karate Kid and you love good music, this is an awesome mix of both. It's funny they included all the old actors for this vid, Ralph Macchio, William Zabka, and Martin Kove. Pat Morita, aka Mr. Miyagi wasn't inlcuded because he passed on November 24, 2005, bless his soul. I know, I'm having a nerd moment, and guess what, I don't care, haha. Enjoy!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Doodle Hour
What started out as a doodle, soon turned out to become an interesting swirl of colorful expressions brought out through massive amounts of boredom and borderline anxiety. Can a class get any more bland?! Starting out, how do you arrive early to class for the first time, and STILL start 20 minutes late?! Please tell me because I seriously don't get it! Alright, granted it's uber boring and I really don't care for Art and Law, but at least start on time, get your stuff taught, and possibly leave early. Also, take note whenever you see people working on their laptops in class, doing other work, AND not answering any of the questions from the class discussions, that it's probably time for a break, or possibly move on to another topic. This is the only class where I've had to sit for two hours before the next break. It's come to the point where people take their own breaks, but this isn't about Art and Law, it's about my doodles, born from boredom, and it is the glue holding my sanity together. It's a progressive art done during class period. I'll be posting every Wednesday, mainly besause it's when I have Art and Law. This, my fellow bloggers, is Doodle hour.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
P is for Playlist
I know it's long...
"Feeling Good"- Muse
"Gimme Sympathy"- Metric
"Lounge in Formation"- The Action Design
" My World"- Sick Puppies
"All That I've Got"- The Used
"The Crossing"- The Action Design
"All That Night"- The Action Design
"Everything's Just Wonderful"- Lily Allen
"Valium Knights"- Spinnerette
"Landmines"- The Action Design
"It's Hard to Say"- The Used
* "All the Same"- Sick Puppies
"Empty Face"- The Action Design
"You and I both"- Jason Mraz
"Fallin For You"- Colbie Cailat
** "Butterfly"- Jason Mraz
"Lucky"- Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Cailat
*** "Make Me Whole"- Amel Larrieux
"Everything"- Michael Buble
"Lost"- Michael Buble
Okay. These are some of my all-time favorites, especially the Michael Buble albums, which I chose not to include so to not bombard you with an already expansive list. Jason Mraz is another good cd, worth buying. For the same reason, I did not include his whole album. I really hope you enjoy these hand-picks of auditory pleasure and return the favor by posting your lists as well. Well, to you Rickie, I'll give the cd to Holly when I see her, which would most likely be tomorrow. Enjoy!
Monday, November 2, 2009
The Carousel
Red bag. Green bag. Blue bag... another blue bag. The colors and names continue to mechanically move through their endless cycle. No goal. No aim. No purpose. Just to keep moving until some kind of entity claims it and cares for the fragile package inside. Much like my life, travelling in circles, waiting for someone or something to claim what I have to offer was my goal. For as long as I could imagine I have been circling through the same routine, the same group of friends, the same Friday night chill sessions, and the same bad taste in women, the same bad choices. For once, I wish this ride would stop and let me focus on what life really is and choose what paths suite me, the right choices.
.. ..
As I stood in the stuffy baggage claim, the smell of B.O. ambushing me from across the terminal brought me back to reality, hard. Gimme a break! You could smell the exhaustion rolling down his hairy back, moisture building up behind his knee-caps. Crap, I was tired from the ten hour flight from Japan as well, but I never let it get this bad. They have stuff for this kind of thing! I would have guessed that he boarded straight from a tourist sightseeing trip and didn't have time to shower, or at least lay on a layer of refreshing, winter spring scented deodorant. I felt sorry for the people who sat next to him, experiencing firsthand the horrid smell grow stronger with each passing hour that we were in the air. At least he got to alter his path. He got to sight see Japan for a week at least. He really looks like he's enjoying his carousel. So jealous. That's exactly how my trip should be, a new rotation and a new life.
.. ..
"Err... still no bag. What's up?" A reflection of how things go wrong when you go against the grain in the pattern that is your life. It happens on vacations. It's happening now. I stood there staring at the carousel thinking if fate was really random, or some entity bent on making life that much harder. I could feel it laughing at me, pointing its devious finger at me, watching my annoyed reaction as I begin to build frustration. Geez! I'm already down on my luck. Is this really necessary? Really?!
"Attention all passengers! This is a common sense announcement!..." Blah blah blah. This was the airports last ditch effort to knock some sense into naive passengers into making intelligent choices and to watch their useless baggage. Oh how bitter I was.
.. ..
"Err... coulda used that years ago."
.. ..
I couldn't focus anymore. My eyes felt like they were holding back an avalanche. The pressure behind my eyeballs zoned in on the frustrations and it began to show. Losing my center of balance, my body begins to sway. I notice myself no longer looking for my bag. It was lost and I knew it. Fatigue and stress took over my body. The only option left was to wait and reset my mood, sitting there at the "Lost" Baggage Claim, where all the lost souls end up. The veins in my head started thumping in annoyance. I pondered whether I should take my unbridled wrath to the innocent bag attendant who was also flustered with all the holiday chaos brought to him by travelers in the same predicament. I quickly vetoed the idea realizing that it just wasn't me. Maybe this was the reason she left me, because I was "lost". I didn't have an identity.
.. ..
After six years, she coulda said something! Anything that could have helped us. I shook my head. No, I don't need her. She left me and I didn't need her baggage! I was fine. I had no intention of being stuck with her baggage, on her life carousel. Not this time. I closed my eyes for a minute to calm my thoughts. The silence was calming, except for the constant clicking of bags being rolled over the dirty ceramic tiles as they exited the terminal. Other than that, I felt I could do this. I could start over.
.. ..
Suddenly, a thud at the carousel caught my attention. I could see my bag and something else. A new revelation hit me in the chest, mentally crashing me to the floor. As I walked towards my bag I realized something. That bag was her: the clothes she bought me, the cologne she would insist I wear, even my pj's, and even to my toothpaste. It was all her. She molded me, and left me with nothing.
.. ..
Then I saw it, my escape. I turned around, confidence overtaking me, courage leading me as I exited the shiny, newly cleaned, sliding glass doors. I felt freedom wipe across my face. The brightness and warmth renewed me. The fatigue was gone and was replaced with hope. Never once did I look back. I already knew, this was a new path, not a carousel, the right choice.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
O, Man...
MYSPACE MESSENGER:
Neil:
**Pin-up by Alex "Toon" Deligiannis
***Image made by Deviant Artist Sno2
Please tell me why I feel like I'm the only one who used to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? How does someone not know who Casey Jones is? Err... am I just that old? Its not like I'm talking about Gem or the Carebears. This was a popular show, so I thought.