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[Mar. 13th, 2008|02:18 am] |
The deal was that we all update. Not just me. Now I look like a dork.
I hate you all.
Especially Brian. |
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[Mar. 11th, 2008|02:12 am] |
We need to bring LiveJournal back. It's a big ole nostalgic orgasm when we all look back at our old entries and laugh hysterically at what we used to think. If our current selves met our LiveJournal selves from a year ago, we'd kick our own asses. I say we keep going, and make enough LiveJournal entries to last us for the the rest of our lives. Remember the glee when you had comments? Remember comments?! Let's be the only college students still on LJ. We can do it guys. We've done a lot worse in the past.
PS - I'm going to laugh so hard when I look back on this.
PPS - Remember that time at the Newman's cottage when we: set off fireworks/cut down trees/drank too much punch/Mr. D broke the hammock/we dug a huge hole/had to get firewood/met that snapping turtle/had that conversation with those fine Canadian folks about border security/built fires by the quarry/tricked all of you into thinking some guy was chasing us, thereby making you all run for the hills/put funny signs on the girls door/created the Man Doctrine/got yelled at by Rach/signed the guestbook ridiculously/ate pancakes/ate pancakes with quarters and pretzels in them courtesy of Mr. D/assigned chores to all of Mooman's friends/thought up jokes about Darfur/thought up jokes about Helen Keller Mad-Libs/played Mario Kart/peed into a giant jar/walked to the point/stayed on the beach 'til morning/looked for condoms on that real sandy part of the hill/found condoms on that really sandy part of the hill/played tackle with Mooman and his friends/threw sand into younger kids' eyes/got yelled at by Mrs. Newman/thought about buying a boat/thought about becoming pirates/swam to the reef/got yelled at by Rachel/met the gypsys/tried to find that beach dance party that one time/ran naked through spotlights/took of our shirts to appear manly/wrestled Mooman and his friends in a giant circle of death/shot bottle rockets everywhere/watched someone fall into a cleverly disguised hole?
I do.
PPPS - I'm going to be depressed if no one comments on this.
PPPPS - Elliot Smith depressed. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2007|05:38 pm] |
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| | blazzzzzzed | ] |
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| | O.A.R. + POISEN | ] |
Geneseo is SICK. All the parties are kickin', and all the gurls are slamminnnnnnnnn'.
Holla' if u want to get D-R-U-N-K... DRUNK! |
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[Mar. 9th, 2007|12:57 am] |
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You people. I love all you people. People in general. Just keep on livin'. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2007|10:08 am] |
Music Update.
1. Sondre Lerche - Phantom Punch
2. Explosions in the Sky - How Strange, Innocence
3. The Shins - Wincing the Night Away
4. The Format - Dog Problems
5. Andrew Bird - The Mysterious Production of Eggs
Neeeeeeeed break from school. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2007|04:39 pm] |
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RIP Anna Nicole Smith. We hardly knew ye. Or really wanted to. |
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[Feb. 7th, 2007|02:46 pm] |
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I just narrowly avoided joining a frat. That was close. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2007|07:21 pm] |
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I need some help. I constantly find myself bored at college, and therefore need some suggestions regarding what I could be doing. I understand that nothing anybody posts on this will be serious, but I welcome any help. |
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[Dec. 12th, 2006|11:34 pm] |
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| | neil young - sugar mountain | ] |
Anybody else feel more confused, distracted, and just generally out of it than ever before? Hopefully yes, so I can have some friends down here in the abyss. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2006|12:06 pm] |
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| | great lake swimmers - to leave it behind | ] |
Top Five Songs...Right Now
1. One of Us Must Know (Sooner or Later) - Bob Dylan
2. Rise Up With Fists!!! - Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins
3. Blue Eyes - Paul Baribeau
4. Some Red Handed Sleight of Hand - Cursive
5. The Trapeze Swinger - Iron and Wine (One of the best songs ever written, no lie) |
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[Nov. 28th, 2006|11:52 pm] |
How exactly do I manage to get in so much trouble?
I miss people in Buffalo.
Coheed and Cambria is probably the dorkiest band ever. The storyline behind the songs is ridiculous. So ridiculous that I now find it hard to listen to their lyrics.
Who are you people?
Where are you taking me? |
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[Nov. 25th, 2006|12:13 am] |
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Well, I hate to admit this, especially to Matt and Brian, but I actually enjoy Coheed and Cambria now. Scream insults as you will. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2006|01:46 am] |
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| | wyclef jean - president | ] |
Wyclef Jean is Bob Marley? |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2006|08:26 pm] |
Top Five Albums of All Time:
1. The Beatles: Greatest Hits Vol. 1
2. Bruce Springsteen: Greatest Hits Vol. 1
3. Cat Stevens: Greatest Hits Vol. 1
4. GWAR: Greatest Hits Vol. 1
5. Now! 17: Greatest Hits Vol. 1 |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2006|05:13 pm] |
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| | okkervil river - for real | ] |
Top Five Okkervil River Songs:
1. Westfall
2. Blanket and Crib
3. Black
4. The Velocity of Saul at the Time of His Conversion
5. For Real |
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[Oct. 19th, 2006|01:33 pm] |
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| | bob dylan - sad eyed lady of the lowlands | ] |
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Top Five Bob Dylan Songs (Idea restolen from Marcus/Joanna/High Fidelity)
1. Like A Rolling Stone
2. Don't Think Twice It's All Right
3. Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
4. The Times They Are A Changin'
5. Blowin' In The Wind
HONORABLE MENTIONS: Oxford Town, It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding), and Positively 4th Street |
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[Oct. 11th, 2006|05:50 pm] |
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| | willie nile - black magic and white lies | ] |
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
We got ourselves a freight train, on a wrong way track.
We're loaded up on propane, and there ain't no going back.
We're doing what we're dreaming, we got no sense of style.
Whichever way we're leaning, we're gonna walk a crooked mile.
Black magic and white lies, can I see you tonight.
Black magic and white lies, can I see you tonight. |
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