Oh you, you know....

Just reading some poetry before I head out for a night on the town;

By-the-Way

These be the little verses, rough and uncultured, which
I've written in hut and model, deep in the dirty ditch,
On the upturned hod by the palace made for the idle rich.

Out on the happy highway, or lines where the engines go,
Which fact you may hardly credit, still for your doubts 'tis so,
For I am the person who wrote them, and surely to God, I know!

Wrote them beside the hot-plate, or under the chilling skies,
Some of them true as death is, some of them merely lies,
Some of them very foolish, some of them otherwise.

Little sorrows and hopings, little and rugged rhymes,
Some of them maybe distasteful to the moral men of our times,
Some of them marked against me in the Book of the Many Crimes.

These, the Songs of a Navvy, bearing the taint of the brute,
Unasked, uncouth, unworthy out to the world I put,
Stamped with the brand of labor, the heel of a navvy's boot.

-- Patrick MacGill




I promise to post again soon, just waiting on the inspiration!

What?

Eleven followers? I thought I had twelve....suspicious, I sense foul play.

I move back to school on Sunday, so expect a fruitful blog entry sometime the next week!

<3

Found...Treasures?

So sometimes I get creative bursts. During those outbreaks I usually get an idea for a poem or something...last year that happened a lot, and I rarely had paper or pens on me, so I would write part of it in a note application on my phone, and would just hope to remember the rest.

Towards the tail end of the summer I decided that was unacceptable. I found a very homemade-bohemian-looking journal that was the perfect size to carry around in my purse. Unfortunately, my brilliant idea did not stick and I just recently found the journal in one of my desk drawers. I did, however, manage to write three, uh...interesting....poems in that journal.

It's too bad that I didn't keep that up throughout the year, it would have been interesting to have a journal of poem inspired by the first year of college. I'm going to try to do that this year, and as a reminder and an act of ignition, I'm going to post the three "poems" I did write in the journal.


Poem #1 "Untitled"
It's time to organize the clutter
Make calm of the havoc
Understand the rambling words
Create magic

Like that song I can never remember
Poetic phrases keep returning
I keep forgetting the silly ones
and miss-quoting the good ones.

Poem #2 "Untitled"
The rumbling in my stomach was proof
Proof that one cannot live on carrots alone
I couldn't live on carrots alone, but that doesn't excuse what followed
I inhaled the refrigerator
I took no prisoners in the war against perishables
First I went for the peanut butter, then the lunch meats
Followed by several fruits and a large selection of cheese
I ended with a cup of tea on an uncomfortably full stomach.

Poem #3 "Untitled"
I use to be able to sleep, but not anymore
My eyes are sore
It's starting to pour.

Top 10 Songs of the Moment

1. 40 Day Dream- Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
2. Dreamworld- Rilo Kiley
3. Heartbreak Warfare- John Mayer
4. The Zephyr Song- Red Hot Chili Peppers
5. Oh Yoko- John Lennon
6. Moths Wings- Passion Pit
7. A Rake's Song- The Decemberists
8. Black Sheep- Metric
9. I Don't Want To Do It- George Harrison
10. Riga Girls- The Weepies

Bumbershoot!

Soooo, hello, how are you?
I am very well! I recently went to a music festival and listen to copious amounts of excellent music...because I am tired, I will not divulge a hearty amount of detail about the bands I saw, but I will, however, post videos from each band (in the order I saw them!)

The Submarines


The Constellations


Plants and Animals



The Maldives



Civil Twilight


The Decemberists


Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros


and last, but DEFINITELY not least...


Bob Dylan

A Relationship Built For Actors

I can’t tell you what it’s like, driving on these roads again
Like I’m stuck in rewind
Recognizing the foot prints I left behind
The taste of your kiss
The agony of my miss
It’s all coming back
I can’t hold this together all alone
Your eyes give me butterflies and your hugs bring me home
Every time I try to cut the cord,
I find myself searching for a remedy that I can never seem to afford
I use to think separation was the only answer
But now hearing your voice, doesn’t there seem like a worse kind of cancer
I’d be crazy to call you my first love
But it’s hard to categorize you, when you fit in none of the above
With you it’s always a confusing concoction
Humiliation, confidence, it’s all up for auction
Crumpled up letters
Decisions that could have been made better
Again I’m confused about your category
Because this does not seem like the regular story
So what are you? A reason to fight again?
A reason to write again?
Or a reminder that in this relationship built for actors
I am the only deciding factor

I'm Backkkk

Hello World,

I know, I know, it's been a LONG while...my absence was brought to you be a royally uninspiring summer.

However, inspiration has struck IN TWO WAYS:

Way #1
FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS!!!

OMG, THEY'RE LIKE AS TOTALLY FUN TO MAKE AS THEY ARE TO WEAR!
So get a group of girl (or guy) pals together with a selection of embroidery thread (you can find a great variety pack at Michael's for like $15) and go crazy! There are plenty of different fun and easy patterns and styles on line! Google Google Google!!


Way #2
THE NEW GORILLAZ ALBUM!!!

All I have to say about it is, they have totally reinvented their sound, and it's awesome....LISTEN TO IT.

kthanxbai