tumbleweed, blow right through

You're slowly losing it. When you've finished, there won't be anything left.

I won't be left

There I go again - wishing I could change any thing.

holiday memories

It was important to me. But even so, not important enough for you. Sometimes, it's these simple things that you easily let get in the way of what is between us. Rethink Rethink Rethink. -this one stays with me for a while

fake

Is it just me, or does the phrase "Give it up to God" along with various other cliche quotes having to do with unburdening yourself and giving all your worries away to Jesus seem like a horrific cop-out for people? It's a way to say "hey, do whatever... just don't worry about the repercussions and consequences later, God's got it under control". And, it just as equally pisses me off to hear someone praise this all-mighty God for the hard word and devotion they just put in to make their dream or goal happen: "I'm so blessed, non of this would be happy without the work of God" and so forth and so on. NO! YOU are the reason this has happened. And YOU should give YOURSELF credit. Then perhaps one day mankind can finally see that we are capable of many many things - good and bad.

I feel so unimportant to the people I care most about.

existing

Living is weird

The simple task of being alive -existing as a human being- is incredibly overwhelming. It's no wonder the world is such a mad place. With billions of people roaming around trying their hardest to do what is supposed to be the most basic and simple task of all: being. Who even knows if we're going this right? There are no real guide books and no road maps. And everything you do is learned by trail and error. Do we even have control of who we are, or are we just programmed to be what we are at conception? If my DNA is in charge of how I look and what my temperament is, what say do I really have? Yes, we can change some things. And I do believe in free will. But how much of ourselves are we truly able to change. Or is everything already written in stone during conception? I'd like the comfort of knowing I can being anything or anyone I'd like, but can I really?

A Real Good Listener

And sometimes when you're on you're really fucking on
And your friends they sing along and they love you
But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absense
But you'll fight and you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile
And you'll be be better you'll be smarter
More grown up and a better daughter
Or son and a real good friend
And you'll be awake and you'll be alert
You'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
And you'll be a real good listener
You'll be honest you'll be brave
You'll be handsome you'll be beautiful
You'll be happy

 

 

 

Well Helloween

Halloween was pretty busy for me. Garrett had his birthday on the 26th. He turned 25, got drunk and set himself as well as my best friend on fire due to a flaming shot gone awry. Nonetheless, it was a great night. The 28th Garrett and his band (Afore Notation) played a show at a well-known bar in Birmingham called Speakeasy which is known for it's dollar wells on Wednesday nights and also for it's large crowds of "hipster" kids which it tends to attract because of afore mentioned cheap drinks. Anyway, the show was a huge success. It brought out a very large crowd and gave us a chance to see all our friends dressed up in their costumes. I managed to get some photos in as well as a video from Garrett's show. We made our own costumes this year with a funny theme in mind. We tend to be homebodies and bail out on people a lot. So in lieu of that we went as flakes! Garrett made a cardboard cutout of a corn flake and I made one of a snow flake. I would have made our dog, Bruce a dandruff flake if I had the time. So, without further adieu:

Left: Garrett (corn flake) Right: Me (snow flake)

Every year I make Garrett a cake for his birthday. He always asks for peanut butter. 

And now the rest of the costumes.

Ben (the guitarist) went as Cobra Commander

Chris (the bassist) went as Earl from My Name is Earl

Brandon (the drummer and new to the band) went as a guy with a cape. I know, real original.

Thayer (one of the guitarists) went as X-Pac

 

Alexa went as Selena

Don't know who this guy is, but his costume was badass. The guy from Slingblade

Ian was Andrew WK (after the brick)

 Peter and his band (Selling Mary) went as a Mariachi Band

And I'll leave you with an Afore Notation video. My camera is supposed to adjust to movement, which it failed to do. So I do apologize for the crappy footage; however, it'll sound just as great from any angle.

 

 

The Poison Kitchen

Afore Notation

Selling Mary

Drunken Lil' Babies

I feel fairly confident saying last night was a success. I haven't seen so many smiles on the people I love in a minute. Sometimes you find your place among a handful of misfits and you've never felt more comfortable in your life. One last HAPPY BIRTHDAY shout out to the man of my dreams - hope it was a great one Garrett.

Expanding

I wish more people would try to embrace this type of open-mindedness. We only have what time we have right now on this earth, with this body; we should explore as much of it and ourselves as we can. The only way to gain a better understanding of life in general is to experiment with our minds and test our boundaries.

Going to wet my pants tonight

Pulling

I've been thinking a lot about death lately. And it scares the shit out of me.

Everything can be so fleeting. Everything can vanish. Everything can be gone.

WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?

Empty Spaces

At that age when everything is seemingly life or death. 

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