Friday, April 2, 2010

Listen and Love part trois

3oh!3;;electroshock


Coldplay;;strawberry swing


Next To Normal, Original Broadway Recording;; Who's Crazy/My Psychopharmacologist and I


Anberlin;;the unwinding cable car

Monday, March 29, 2010

Don't mess with the Bride of Satan

As I sit at home in agonizing pain, I find out news that our school's assistant principle is threatening to drop me from the role or commit me to a homebound education.

Then I tried to comprehend why she became a school administrator in the first place. Here are a few of the scenarios I came up with:

1. She got fired from her job as an Alcatraz warden for being to harsh to the prisoners.

2. Her life as an assasin got to boring; she was tired of destroying the live's of adults, so she decided to terrorize high school kids everywhere.

3. Her job as a Nazi got unamusing. She found herself believing that Hitler was too gracious a dictator.

4. Her best friend and lover, Lucifer, gave her an all expense paid vacation to high school to torture teens and eat infants.

These seem like the most reasonable causes.

I think I'm being quite charitable. Im making her sound like such a nice woman on paper. I'm sorry if i have given you the wrong idea. She really isn't as nice as she seems in this entry.

Don't ever mess with Dr. Hall.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Stumble

Get drunk

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters;
that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's
horrible burden one which breaks your shoulders and bows
you down, you must get drunk without cease.

But with what?
With wine, poetry, or virtue
as you choose.
But get drunk.

And if, at some time, on steps of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the bleak solitude of your room,
you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated,
ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock,
all that which flees,
all that which groans,
all that which rolls,
all that which sings,
all that which speaks,
ask them, what time it is;
and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock,
they will all reply:

"It is time to get drunk!

So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time,
get drunk, get drunk,
and never pause for rest!
With wine, poetry, or virtue,
as you choose!"

Charles Baudelaire

Friday, March 26, 2010

part of my Listen & Love list:


Julia Nunes;; 3oh!3 cover (youtube;;jaaaaaa)

Snow Patrol;;Set Fire to the Third Bar

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A63VwWz1ij0 ;; Paramore;;Brick by boring Brick

crimson and clover;;Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Morgan Honeyman

One of my friends music myspace.

Morgan Honeyman wrote the lyrics and her and her father, Jason Honeyman, wrote and the music for the song and recorded it at their home studio.
This is her myspace. Please visit it.

http://www.myspace.com/morganhoneyman

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