The other one

i am amused by pictures,
i've just realized. 
the notion that one might capture drunken mondays
with a flash, some plastic.

how conveneint;
every bright eyed memory that you made 
among friends and frenemies alike will be remembered 
in binary, in technocolor, long after you've lost sight and recollection.

and yet we pose.
leaning, yelling, squatting, redfaced, in ecstatic self-portrait,
mummified?
preserved in perpetuity. oh, the beers we drank 
and the sober boys who handed them to us; oh, the catfights,
the tears cast like spears in violence,
torn dresses; broken, mended friendships:
spiders and wolves in sheep's clothing and sundresses.
would that i might see that bitch in an album, her biting smile,
that i might hate her still, in decade-old jealousy.

-Parker

Amazing as always.

This house screams of memories

I came home wanting to listen to a very specific song. Got to my computer started playing it and realized the drums were way too faded. My computer jack that I connect my stereo to is brokst. This is a tragedy. I don't even know how it got brokst. 

with my bloody lips, and your broken arms, we'll turn into one and we'll sing the same song. with my sinking feet and your heavy heart, no don't you start. no don't you start this again.

Times like these you have to try to not get your hopes up. 

The spirit can handle anything but loathes being tried.

I really hope this weekend works out/I'll do whatever I can to make it work

We are the image of the invisible

-Hell week is over. I'm fine, I didn't have to do anything terribly gay, and for the most part it was fun. I also got to see what a lot of people are made out of. Truth be told, when done right, pledging is one of the most successful manipulations of the human psyche. Going into the process determined to not join a fraternity and seeing where I am now is ridiculous. Put a group of guys through ridiculous shit and they'll either bond or crack. 'Brother' is no longer an exaggeration for me. 

-New rule: Always use infer and imply incorrectly. Just do it.

-I like when people ask me about fraternities and stuff now. I don't know why. This is me inferring that you all should comment on this post

-I had my first encounter with true sleep deprivation both first and second-hand. I think it's worse than starvation. 

-I took a stance and didn't balks down

-The concert was amazing. Damn, I love performing.

-Secret: I still get nervous when I play for audiences

-I got kidnapped by Kelly and was forced to go to practice unprepared. I had to cold read one of the exercises, and even though I learned it relatively fast (fast enough for nobody except andre to know that I didn't know it), I absolutely hate being unprepared. I'm also gonna have to change my technique again. It took me an entire summer to master what I considered a downgrade in technique quality, and now I'm gonna have to learn something entirely new. At least it will be better than both strategies I had been using.

-I'm frickin stoked about next year's line. We're gonna be phenomenal. 

-Time for bed. I might try and eat breakfast tomorrow. Just because. 

Hot Fuss pt 2

Got my paper balks today. The one that was complete bullshit. Got an A-. Yep.

Hocus Pocus

I had liked this song for a while now, I'm down with any song chock-full of guitar, drum, and flute solos (yes, flute solos). 

Matt asked me if I had seen a video of them playing it live . I said I hadn't. Ohh maaan.

I've never wanted to be a rock star more. This guy is AWESOME.

Biggest mystery of the Obama White House

The biggest mystery of the Obama White House's first 100 days has been revealed: The first puppy -- the one that the Washington press corps has been yelping about for months -- is a 6-month-old Portuguese water dog given to Malia and Sasha as a gift by Sen. Edward M. Kennedy. The little guy's name? Bo.

Jesus... Did I really need an email for that? You're doing, Washington Post... 

Don't.

my type of humor

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