In 100 Days (continued)

March 8, 2009 at 9:19 pm (Music, Scotland)

17) I have been entertained while being a distraction.

 

P.S. American Classic Rock bands are better ;-)

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Life as I know it.

February 17, 2009 at 6:18 pm (College, Life, Love, Music, Scotland)

I’m Feelin rough I’m Feelin raw I’m in the prime of my life.
Let’s make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun.
Yeah it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.

I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I’ll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we’ll get a divorce,
we’ll find some more models, Everything must run its course.

We’ll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.

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week, in retrospect

November 9, 2008 at 2:19 pm (College, Life, Love, Music)

It started out slow, but then the snowball of bad things kept rolling down the mountain, picking up speed and size. I’m getting ready to drop kick a bitch. A new day dawned on the 4ht, figuratively as well as literally. [But I'm super glad about that] It’s been a rainy, muggy, wet, annoying weather week. I have yet to see the boy, as well as Ar. Some weekend.

I rushed a portfolio, skipped bio, and drove a car the the carwash, because it was oatmeal-ed and toothpaste-d. I sang a song, and dominated at beer pong (4 games straight). I danced in the moonlight, went to Knight Madness, and attempted to make the $500 shot (at which I failed… miserably). I haven’t talked to my best friend. I miss her more then anything. I watched my dog die, slowly in her sleep, the most painful thing for my Uncle and Timothy. Some week.

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The Things I Miss the Most

October 5, 2008 at 8:05 pm (College, Life, Love, Music, Stories)

  • long nights in the G-spot, sitting around, laughing at life, watching football, blasting music on DJ equipment
  • the movies, especially cute one’s that are secretly about us
  • driving around with no place to go, listening to music that reminds me of you
  • walks back the crick, climbing down past the bridge, and attempting to not fall in the water
  • wiffle ball in the parking lot, announcer and all
  • adequate cheese steaks
  • fighting over the corner, although there was never a point
  • randomly running around the corner for talks, and to take care of a long gone puppy
  • Shawmont
  • Phillies games
  • Bonfires in backyards, after proms, over summers, and on fourth of July
  • Applebee’s dinners, with the necessities of boneless buffalo wings, water, and french fries
  • waiting and hoping for snow days, and going sledding after shoveling
  • dancing in the moonlight
  • being reminded daily of the fact I’m wired wrong, and am a turkey
  • late night phone calls that last forever
  • weekend trips to the shore

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Life, according to Facebook Status

July 18, 2008 at 1:24 am (Angry Things, College, Life, Love, Music, Pictures, Quotes, Work)

life

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Waves And The Both Of Us

July 5, 2008 at 10:37 am (Love, Music, Quotes)

I want the moon and the stars
I want the whole nine yards
I want your hands on my hips
I want you kissing my lips
I want the moon and the stars
I want the whole nine yards
I take off your shirt
You pull up my skirt
But I can’t wait forever, boy
And the moon and the stars
And the look in your eyes
Better find it’s way, into me
And your skin
On my skin
The bones that we’re in
Better slide your way into me
I want the moon and the stars
I want the whole nine yards
I want your hands on my waist
There’s no need to wait
I want the dance of the air
Run your hands through my hair
Releasing your breath
As I undress
But I can’t wait forever, boy
And the moon and the stars
And the look in your eyes
Better find it’s way, into me
And your skin
On my skin
The bones that we’re in
Better slide your way into me
I want the moon and the stars
I want the whole nine yards
I want your hands on my hips
I want you kissing my lips
I want the moon and the stars
I want the whole nine yards
I take off your shirt
You pull up my skirt
And the moon and the stars
And the look in your eyes
Better find it’s way, into me
And your skin
On my skin
The bones that we’re in
Better slide your way into me
And the moon and the stars
And the look in your eyes
Better find it’s way, into me
And your skin
On my skin
The bones that we’re in
Better slide your way into me

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To the Class of ‘08

June 5, 2008 at 4:39 pm (College, Life, Love, Music, Stories, Work)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’08

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh never mind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blind-side you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing. Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…

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