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Carlos Gonzalez gets SOOOOO Punk'd.

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 17:21:19 -0500

Ryan Zimmerman > Carlos Gonzalez

just watched all 11 minutes of less than jake covering tv shows...

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 19:27:36 -0500

just watched all 11 minutes of less than jake covering tv shows and commercials. some are really fucking good. my favorites are the icarly, animaniacs, and scooby doo ones.

less than jake kinda sucks though =/

today waiting tables

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 23:12:53 -0500

this couple’s bill was $60.62. it was the last table i had, and they left cash on the table. I went and picked it up and said said thanks, and asked if they needed any change. they replied no, i thanked them again, and i went to the computer to pay them out. i look at the cash in my hands, and i realize it’s only three twenties. not even enough to cover the bill, let alone a fuckin tip. i came back on the floor to tell them they were short, but they were already gone.

cashing out that night, i had to pay a dollar of my own money, since we always just round up or down instead of fucking around with change. i had to pay a dollar to wait on this table.

nights like these are when i agree with people who say that everyone should work in a restaurant or service industry. it’s not so you can find out that people are assholes. if you haven’t found that out yet, i don’t know what you’ve been doing. i guess just wait 18 months after you finish high school and think back to everyone you met and how many people you still talk to. You’ll realize there really aren’t many of those fuckers you’d wanna waste your time catching up with.

but what fucks with my head the most, and why i think everyone needs to experience working in a restaurant, is to learn that these people exist. they’re miserable, obviously. i’m upset they shortchanged me because it’s all i’m gonna think about for the next week or so. it’s gonna come to me randomly tomorrow afternoon while i’m walking on campus, and right before i go to sleep tonight, or in the midst of conversation with someone. this couple probably goes around, just doing shit like this. i don’t know why, or what makes them act that way, or why they’re even together. they’re quite, unassuming, kinda awkward. the woman is anyway, kinda sheepish, short modest hair and glasses, asking awkward questions, making it apparent she doesn’t interact socially very much. lots of people are like that though, i guess, but what the fuck happened to her that she doesn’t fucking tip? and the guy, he’s quiet, polite, tall, stocky. not weird like she is. normal guy. he spoke softly, they conversed. actually she kinda just talked the whole time and he listened. how did they meet? why do they even like each other? it can’t be enjoyable, it must be fucking miserable for them to go out in public, humiliating. that’s what i think about anyway, that these people exist and they’re rotting and walking and can’t be happy with their lives. they absolutely cannot. and if they are, then i don’t even know. if they’re genuinely happy like that, if that’s what happiness is, i don’t want to ever be fucking happy. just meeting them makes other people miserable. plus they don’t tip.

the thought of them sitting at that table, having a miserable conversation, them having miserable sex at their home, them sitting by the fireplace at a miserable christmas, them having a miserable dog, just their utterly miserable lives/existence. those are the images that come to mind, constantly, for the next week or so. i don’t give a fuck about paying a lousy dollar, i’d pay a hundred bucks to if i could have just gone on with my life not encountering these two people.

i remember my freshman year of high school when i first listened...

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 21:52:00 -0500

i remember my freshman year of high school when i first listened to bloc party/bought silent alarm. it was one of my first trips to cactus records, and my dad took me, and i listened the fuck outta that album. it definitely holds a special place in my heart.

then i went out and got the remix album at like, circuit city or somewhere really random, and i was really excited because i love (almost) every song on silent alarm, and i really liked the artists doing the remixes, like m83, ladytron, dfa1979 (which is my favorite track off silent alarm remixed), and mogwai. and then i listened to it and was really disappointed. i just didn’t really like it as much as i thought i would.

and it was at that point when i realized i didn’t really care too much for electronic music. i guess i really just have to be in a certain mood. and it was a bummer to listen to every bloc party album after, and to discover nothing really sounds like silent alarm. it’s just a lost less post-punk and a lot more electronic. for me anyway.

but the whole point is last night this song came on shuffle, and i realized how beautiful it is. enjoyed it a lot more quite a few years later.

i wanna start rolling up the legs of jeans so i can be like...

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 00:54:49 -0500

i wanna start rolling up the legs of jeans so i can be like jonathan pierce, aka the coolest guy in the world.

last sxsw i saw him eating mexican food on a patio and it was majestic.

propertyofzack: POZ Flashback Live: “Spidersong” // Say...

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 12:06:27 -0500

propertyofzack:

POZ Flashback Live: “Spidersong” // Say Anything

i love the ending verse so much, my favorite part to sing along to at every say anything show

pupfresh: NEW MUSIC VIDEO: New Found Glory - “Summer Fling,...

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 17:07:28 -0500

pupfresh:

NEW MUSIC VIDEO: New Found Glory - “Summer Fling, Don’t Mean A Thing”

i finally broke on christmas evein an outback steakhouse...

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 22:34:31 -0500

i finally broke on christmas eve
in an outback steakhouse bathroom while my family ordered for me
haven’t been losing sleep, no i pass out almost instantly
the bad dreams get worse every week,
i think i’m losing a little of me

i’m getting better, but it’s in small steps

hooray, see you in austin. what a great fuckin tour.

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 17:33:18 -0500

hooray, see you in austin. what a great fuckin tour.

one of my favorite songs of the new beach house album, which i...

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 01:49:51 -0500

one of my favorite songs of the new beach house album, which i liked a lot more than i thought i would.

this is me trying to watch lecture videos for online summer...

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 01:22:29 -0500

this is me trying to watch lecture videos for online summer class. shit sucks. i also got a haircut for the first time in like 5 months last friday.

my room is really messy and cluttered, it’s weird because i really wasn’t here all weekend, i was either working or downstairs. i basically only came here to sleep. i don’t know how it got so messy. but i don’t wanna clean it because i have a bunch of shit to do. even though having a fucked up room and an unmade bed gets me really antsy, i can’t concentrate. it feels small i guess. i’m also really sleepy.

i stole this shirt from matt. it’s kinda a girly to borrow/steal clothes from other dudes, but he never wears it. mine now.

under-radar-mag: Last month, Ariel Pink let slip in a interview...

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 11:47:06 -0500

under-radar-mag:

Last month, Ariel Pink let slip in a interview that he would be releasing the follow-up to his 2010 album Before Today later this year. Looking to take his new material on the road with Haunted Graffiti, Pink has announced a month-long tour through North America that is set to take place this September. (via Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti Announce Tour | Under The Radar)

stoked to see him again in austin this september

my parents came into work last night and said i looked...

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 01:42:24 -0500

my parents came into work last night and said i looked sloppy.

sometimes at night when i can’t sleep i wonder what they’d think if they knew about some of shit i did on a nightly basis. not saying i do a bunch of bad shit, or they’re too uptight, i just make a lot of bad choices on a consistent basis.

sometimes i care and sometimes i don’t.

crystalbridges: Grimes for Bullett Magazine

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 16:55:13 -0500

crystalbridges:

Grimes for Bullett Magazine

parkandbond: On set.

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 16:54:08 -0500

parkandbond:

On set.

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Wed, 30 May 2012 19:08:50 -0500

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Mon, 28 May 2012 15:25:44 -0500

"And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And..."

Sat, 19 May 2012 01:11:57 -0500

“And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I’ve got to live with these fuckers for the rest of my life, I thought. God, they all had assholes and sexual organs and their mouths and their armpits. They shit and they chattered and they were dull as horse dung. The girls looked good from a distance, the sun shining through their dresses, their hair. But you get up close and listen to their minds running out of their mouths, you felt like digging in under a hill and hiding out with a tommy-gun. I would certainly never be able to be happy, to get married, I could never have children. Hell, I couldn’t even get a job as a dishwasher.”

- Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye.

figured i'd just post this, too

Wed, 16 May 2012 15:57:14 -0500

the only poem my professor actually liked. all he wrote on it was “good” at the very bottom. thanks, i guess. we wrote 6, and it’s not even one i enjoyed writing the most or think is my best. i’ll prolly post the one i am actually proud of too, eventually. but here it is:

Sentimental For Everything

My fingers are straining, holding the box as I walk.
Inside contains everything I want to take with me.
Inside my head are things I cannot place in that box.
Some of them I don’t wish to take.
Some of them I wish I could replay,
And live again day after day.

I stop and undo the gate’s latch.
It lurches and creaks and begs me not to go.
I look at the house-
At everything it means,
At everything it was.
I think about how it makes me feel,
I think about how inside smells,
And how I’ll never find anything
That comes close to that scent again.

My mind goes to the back of the yard where the dog is buried.
My feet tread over the part in the path
Where little sister fell and busted her chin.
I think of the day when my mother answered the phone
To news of her brother’s passing.
I stood there in the kitchen, and watched her scream and cry.

I do not wish to leave.
I take off my shoes and socks and feel the driveway’s asphalt.
I remember how it used to be white gravel.
I remember what this looked like in ‘92 after the ice storm.
I remember taking a picture with my father, in this exact spot.

I walk barefooted to the mailbox, like so many summer afternoons before,
When mother asked me to check the mail, and then became mad
At the dirt I tracked back into the house.

I’m too sentimental for my own good.
It’s just a house,
It’s just a place.
I load the last box and start the engine.
I leave,
Knowing nothing stays the same,
No matter how hard you try.

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Wed, 16 May 2012 15:46:38 -0500