White Lines & Red Lights - Between The Trees




I HATE VOG!!!!!!!!

Oh my god this hurts like hell

The Mixed Tape - Jack's Mannequin





Like nothing ever.
Like everything ever.
Like the absence of existing as nothing.
Like you and I and we and us and together we are forever.
Like the waves of my thought trailed down your cheek with no presence of tears.
Like muttering soft nothings and hard everythings and combined adjectives to describe this...
This...





And so life goes on.
I love transitions, phases of phases upon interphases and gaps between. I'm quite excited for this new season -- gosh, that word! "season". Such a New Hope word. Invented to intervene between what was initially intended. But nevertheless, I see such potential in this, with this. I know that God's got His hand scooping down and paving the way, turning over my dirty hands and rubbing them clean within His. It's a nice feeling. Honestly, I'm not referring to anything specific, but somehow I just know. And that's all that really matters. Because in a world where what matters really doesn't matter, what doesn't matter essentially does. And He matters to me. Amen.

I knew I loveddd youu before I metttt youuuuu

I Knew I Loved You - Savage Garden

That's my jam. '90s pop was so ridiculous. Backstreet Boys totally > N*SYNC. I mean c'mon, what does n'sync even mean? Can the mass media audience not even have the educational capacity to spell "in sync"? And what is up with that star thing that acts as a apostrophe?!?!?! Geez. So we're officially calling Epic's next dating series, "Love: As Told By '90s Pop". It'll be bomb!



Auuright!

1, 2, 3, 4, hey you clean my kitchen floor!

Mushaboom - Feist


So I've decided that turning 18 ain't all that great.
Sometimes I even forget that I'll be considered an "adult" by most of the generalized Western world in 16 days. Or is it "sixteen" days? I never know the difference in appropriateness for spelling out. Figures I'd be an English major, no? Mmm. Perhaps it's because those days of family celebrations and huge, frosted cakes are gone. Now, it's slender collections of dollar bills and half-hearted hugs. Which is fine, really. Growing up. I don't think I'll ever fully grow up, at least not for a many a years from now. I'm pretty sure I fancied up some sort of Peter-Pan syndrome somewhere...


I don't even have a wishlist! Errawwggh.
Someone buy me a puppy and I'll be fine.

KSHOOTSDEN




-ediiiiit!

My thoughts exactly. Come on, I like Nutella more than nonfunctioning pocket internet...

You go pound for pound.

Everytime (Britney Spears Cover) - Glen Hansard

Apathy is a beach.

I love free wi-fi from Starbucks. 

And the lower gas prices!

And Angels and Airwaves, december 12!

And swells up north!

And God!

And not being emo, cause I'm not! ^_^

And not school!

That's pretty much it. Shoots!

Some cull science, some glean astral planes...

Run (Snow Patrol Cover) - Vitamin String Quartet

You're so repetitious. Stop looking at life through a freaking mirror.

Anywho,

Stoked that the weekend is here!

So, time for a serious blog. A friend of mine just gave birth to her first child -- a beautiful and momentous milestone. Heck, it's a start of a new life. Well, it was her boyfriend's child, and they lived together but weren't married. She was convinced that they were eventually going to be married and spend the rest of their lives together (hence, the having a baby part of the equation). She even gave the child his last name. And... after the birth, the guy broke it off with her. 

Why the heck do guys do stuff like that???!? I can kind of try to understand that his feelings may have changed over time and blahblahblah, guy talk about penises and chicks and boobs and whatever, but when there's a whole new life involved?! Grow a pair, man up, and fucking take responsibility for your actions. And when you've taken a intensely intimate part of the creation of your own flesh and blood... well, he just up and left like nothing. And now she's living with her aunty in Hilo. A lovely girl in her prime, no time for school or a secure career. With a freaking baby. And with no companion to help raise the dang child. 

Someone please explain this to me...

I am trying desperately hard to keep at least some dire faith in the male populous.  

But stuff like this doesn't help.

Thanks.

Souled Out!!!

Get-Well-Cards - Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band

A tribute in awe. I think that *refers above* is my favorite song by the group, if not ever as of right now. "Lenders In The Temple" is also a memorable lick. It's rather interesting how Conor introduced the song... "So for those of you who read the Bible... I had to read it once. This is for you." But Conor is deliciously beautiful, so whatever. The show itself was very musically satisfying. I felt as if I had eaten an entire bowl of harmonies. Yummm.

And so here comes the 3:45 - 11 PM shift. Tonight will be... tiring. Is it Wednesday already? It seems as if the more time I collect between my palms, the less of it I can hold onto. Kind of like money. Heh. I could've never imagined having this much free time, but yet at the same time, not having any real time at all. Welcome to college, eh?

Well, last night made my week. I'll be content for awhile.

Thanks mates.

Suspicion

I Don't Want To Die (In A Hospital) - Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band

My goodness, how much has changed.

"I wanna be your bootlegger..."

So in a nutshell, since my last post, I am now a defiantly single, God-seeking, music inquiring (with a semi-loose grip upon that ancient iPod), freshman-standing underclassman, who is maniacally planning on finally chopping off her mane. My, how fine that'll be. A severe cut is what the doctor ordered!

As for school... well, it's UH. How much more can I elaborate? Must I drape up this story with luxurious tapestries that could never exist? I've finally decided that I'm going to major in English. My ENG 100A class is starting to brighten up, I love the feeling of absorbing new literature and rhetortic. Geez, I'm such a sponge. Also, I'm definitely dropping Honors, come next semester, unless they offer decent classes and priority registration. I've joined the PMA, thanks for Kie and Megan, for whom the association is the best thing that's ever happened in life.

I've also learned that uneasiness can indeed be palpable. 

But the highlight of my week will mos def be Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band at Pipeline tomorrow night. My best friend and I will make sweet love to music in sweaty rushes, worshiping Mr. Oberst for his genius contribution to the music entropy that this world is. But anyway, I'm just excited to finally see my Kaylapoo, it's definitely been waaaay too long being apart! Darn HPU.

"There's nothing that the road cannot heal."

And I almost believe him.

Alright, adios amigos.