Sucked. From the Lakers being down in the finals, to the movies I've been watching, to the music I've been listening to, from how I've been spending my time, to the redlight camera tickets I've been getting, to the fact that everytime I walk outside it feels like someone is standing over me with a magnifying glass burning me like a little ant.
The name of this blog is really lame, thanks for putting up with it.
Are not five sparrows sold for two cents?
And yet not one of them is forgotten by God.
Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Do not fear; you are worth more than many sparrows.
I know its been awhile, but I am happy, humble, and in love.
Dear Local Bands,
If you know your chorus is weak and has no hook.
Don't send me friends request.
Thanks.
P.S. That goes for you metal bands too.
It's nice when you're browsing your iTunes and you stumble across a band that you used to like a lot, but for whatever reason haven't listened to in awhile.
Like Acceptance for example.
Later today I am taking a cooking class. Yes you read that correctly, a cooking class. If I make anything edible, I'll invite the three people who read my blog over for dinner sometime.
Peace, Love and appetizers at 6:30...
Is a weird thing to me. It takes forever to believe and so little to tear it all down.
Think about it.
Life has been really trying to suck the good mood out of me, for what seems like this entire month. Not that good things haven't been happening. Its the whole one step forward, two steps backwards deal. But theres no such thing as luck or even "bad luck". Just a bunch of trials that travel in packs.
When it rains, it pours. But eventually it stops.
1. Wash your car.
2. Finally get around to filing your income taxes.
3. Listen to Lupe Fiasco.
4. Watch every episode of Sportscenter and every rerun thereafter.
5. Read through your old xanga post, and get a little red faced at some things
and then learn the following.
It's amazing to me how long you can pursue something.
A possession, a belief, a feeling, a person.
Who knows if you'll ever obtain it?
Or take for granted the times you could have.
And even if I never, I'm just going to love life the same way.
Or try my best anyway.
Sometime in 2006 I was at a local show and saw a band called Stellamaris (now The New Frontiers) play. At the time they were unsigned and they blew me away. An awesome group of bearded gentleman with some beautiful tunes to back it up. Afterwards I shared a lengthy conversation with the guys about a mutual love of hip hop, Copeland and Ryan Adams. And how much their lead singer looked like Tom Petty in his teens. Anyhow, they later signed with The Milita Group and their new record "Mending" comes out tomorrow. I haven't heard it yet, but I'd imagine it doesn't suck.
Dear Tom Brady,
I didn't know it was possible to suck and choke at the same time.
Think about it.
Peace, love, and the overwhelming affirmation that cheaters will never win.
