Good luck, Goodbye. Thanks, Boss.

Thu, 13 Mar 2008 06:19:35 GMT

The deal was that we all update. Not just me. Now I look like a dork.

I hate you all.

Especially Brian.

Tue, 11 Mar 2008 06:24:00 GMT

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.

Sun, 02 Sep 2007 21:38:38 GMT

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!

Fri, 09 Mar 2007 05:57:11 GMT

You people. I love all you people. People in general. Just keep on livin'.

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 22:10:30 GMT

Ted Leo: Great.

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 15:08:09 GMT

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.

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 03:45:10 GMT

MELBA PHOTOGRAPHY

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=92220803

Two lame-o's taking pictures. I just joined. He's been at it for a while. Check it out. Post comments. If you want prints, perhaps we can arrange that. For an extremely steep fee.

Thu, 08 Feb 2007 21:39:04 GMT

RIP Anna Nicole Smith. We hardly knew ye. Or really wanted to.

Wed, 07 Feb 2007 19:46:21 GMT

I just narrowly avoided joining a frat. That was close.

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 00:21:30 GMT

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.

Tue, 26 Dec 2006 07:13:14 GMT

Happy.

Wed, 13 Dec 2006 04:34:03 GMT

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.

Fri, 01 Dec 2006 17:06:49 GMT

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)

Wed, 29 Nov 2006 04:52:25 GMT

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?

Sat, 25 Nov 2006 05:13:20 GMT

Well, I hate to admit this, especially to Matt and Brian, but I actually enjoy Coheed and Cambria now. Scream insults as you will.

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 06:47:57 GMT

Wyclef Jean is Bob Marley?

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 20:26:24 GMT

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

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 17:15:31 GMT

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

Thu, 19 Oct 2006 17:38:17 GMT

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

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 21:54:51 GMT

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.

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 06:03:40 GMT

Bedouin Soundclash may be one of the best bands around.

And by may be, I mean may are.

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 05:11:24 GMT

What happened to life?

God dammit.

Sun, 01 Oct 2006 23:22:05 GMT

The Litebrite's now black and white
'Cos you took apart a picture that wasn't right
Pitch burning on a shining sheet
The only maker that you'd want to meet
A dying man in a living room
Whose shadow paces the floor
He’ll take you out any open door

This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what i'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
Fond farewell to a friend

He said really I just wanna dance
Good and evil match perfect it's a great romance
I can deal with some psychic pain
If it'll slow down my higher brain
Veins full of disappearing ink
Vomiting in the kitchen sink
Disconnecting from the missing link

This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what i'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
Fond farewell to a friend

I see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy
The cold comfort of the in between
A little less than a human being
A little less than a happy high
A little less than a suicide
The only things that you really tried

This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what i'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
Fond farewell to a friend
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 21:27:37 GMT

NOELLE.

IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

FROM: JAMES BOND

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 16:34:25 GMT

"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place."

"The Mississippi delta was shining
Like a National guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the Civil War
I'm going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland"

"Now, the making of a good compilation tape is a very subtle art. Many do's and don'ts. First of all you're using someone else's poetry to express how you feel. This is a delicate thing."

And I thought I could go for one full day without referencing those three things. Oh well. I tried.