out from blown speakers

last 10

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 18:43:59 GMT

9897 of 9907: say anything - i will never write an obligatory song about being on the road and missing someone
9898 of 9907: sonic boom six - september to may
9899 of 9907: belle and sebastian - sleep the clock around
9900 of 9907: the chinkees - controlling animals
9901 of 9907: jawbreaker - save your generation
9902 of 9907: locale a.m. - N.P.X.
9903 of 9907: bear vs. shark - michigan
9904 of 9907: shinobu - same bastards
9905 of 9907: the clash - jail guitar doors
9906 of 9907: chuck ragan - california burritos
9907 of 9907: against me! - how low

well, last 11, but that say anything song was too good to not put on there. and, with that, to my ipod on shuffle, i bid adieu.

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 07:02:27 GMT

if i wrote a book of my life story up to this point, i think i'd call it

DRINKING ALONE IN A MOTEL 6 IN WEED:
not as depressing as it sounds.

and every page would have a song listed at the bottom to listen to with it, corresponding to the music of my life at the time. if i start writing now, i figure i can get done by the time i turn 60.

down for my people like joe carroll

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:00:42 GMT

i'm sorry if we've been at two different ends of a candle burning out,
but the stillness of these rooms keeps our voices tucked away.
and the scarceness of sunlight and the glow of the TV keeps the sentiment in short supply.

and i'm all coiled like the telephone cord that i pulled out of the wall
so i wouldn't have to say that it's been a fucked up year,
but the next year will be better.
and if next year is fucked up too,
just know that i'll do my best to always be here for you.

so let's just assume that next year will be fucked up too.

summer mix 09, first draft

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 19:12:11 GMT

DR SUMMERLOVE
or how i learned to stop worrying and love my predisposition towards pop-punk and ska

1. los campesinos! - death to los campesinos!
2. bomb the music industry! - stuff that i like
3. the steal - disconnected
4. the fad - vinyl paradise
5. the impossibles - connecticut
6. lemuria - dog
7. lemuria - dogs
8. o pioneers!!! - chris ryan added me on facebook
9. latterman - my bedroom is like for artists
10. rosa - starch + carbohydrates
11. minus the bear - hey! is that a ninja up there?
12. ozma - baseball
13. pixies - debaser
14. gavin castleton - speedbumps
15. the clash - clash city rockers
16. the riot before - threat level midnight
17. street smart cyclist - hoods up!
18. world/inferno friendship society - please my favorite, don't be sad
19. mu330 - 32 cents

i feel like its a good mix of "classics" and new stuff. definitely a couple tweaks will be made, we'll see what. kinda thinking clash city rockers won't make the next cut. anyways, there it is (for now).

Fri, 15 May 2009 07:54:57 GMT

seriously, the only thing i've been looking forward to over the last couple weeks is my two weeks away from the job. is that a sign?

A: YES

this is how little i use lj

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 17:40:34 GMT

i'm gonna turn livejournal into twitter.

"@superbreakout : AJJ for the motherfuckin' WIN! does the last verse hold true for you as well?"

aaaand, scene.

maaaan

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 06:11:16 GMT

so, firefox is breaking my balls. i knew it was only a matter of time, and it's really only a problem for my lazy ass, but all of a sudden none of my cookies are saving i guess? i have to login to everything every time i open firefox, in any case. SHIT'S WEAK.

by the way, old friends are great. i missed all of you, and i'm glad to hear from you all again.

and the A's win tonight! HOORAY! 16 hits is what i'm talking about, although with that many hits i would expect a few more than six runs. let's work on that, guys.

see you all soon.

april fool

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 07:06:04 GMT

hello, nyc

1. neutral milk hotel - holland, 1945
2. ted leo & the pharmacists - better dead than lead
3. lemuria - fingers
4. bear vs. shark - broken dog leg
5. facing new york - cutting my hair
6. los campesinos! - it's never that easy though, is it? (song for the other kurt)
7. pavement - gold soundz
8. world/inferno friendship society - only anarchists are pretty
9. shinobu - boourns
10. why? - the hoofs
11. q and not u - kiss distinctly american
12. les savy fav - je t'aime
13. minus the bear - this ain't a surfin movie
14. bomb the music industry! - sort of like being pumped

ps. i'm shaving my head the next chance i get

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 08:22:38 GMT

finding out about drunk texts a few days later FTW. realizing they're actually true? priceless.

ps. BONUS LETTER! dear anna baron,
looking at what i consider "essentials" at the moment, aka what's on my iphone, i've discovered all the shit you were into back in the day make up a decent portion of it. minus the bear, q and not u, against me!, defiance ohio, hot cross, les savy fav, and the unicorns all have a place on the top whatever of my music collection, apparently. did you steer me in the way of the dismemberment plan too? i don't remember. weird, i guess.

what the hell does rant mean?

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 04:45:02 GMT

these days, i'm just disconnected from what seems like everything but is obviously barely anything. i wanna scream and cry and just stop it all, "i wanna stay asleep forever," i want my ridiculous original thoughts back, "I MISS THE DAYS BACK WHEN I HAD REAL FRIENDS."

i miss the east bay more and more every day. san jose and the south bay and all the fake assholes i meet every single day that think i'm less than they are because i don't feel any strong desire to be just like them and talk everyone's ear off about going vegan and smoking their cigarettes and drinking shots of ginger and going to kickboxing are killing me. i don't just wanna quit my job, i wanna quit my life, just go off the grid and forget what your phone number is and what the produce code for fucking celery root is. seriously, every time i yell the four-digit code to some obscure food item, a little piece of me dies. on a side note, whenever someone says "woww you're really good at that!" i say, without fail, "yeah, i wish i wasn't." definitely a sign i need to get the fuck out. BUT I WON'T CAUSE I DON'T WANNA FIND ANOTHER JOB. YUP.

aaaaand it's been almost two months and i still have a dull ache throughout my body at any given moment. i hate this so much. so much. somuchsomuchsomuch. the worst sentence in the english language is "my big sister is never gonna be around again." those words shouldn't even fucking exist anywhere near each other.

in other news,

....
nope.

Thu, 05 Feb 2009 09:18:54 GMT

ahhhhh soooo goooooooood

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 08:37:37 GMT

"you know what your problem is, shapiro? it's that you just have this really shitty way of looking at things. me, i don't have that problem, i just look at the dopeness. but you, it's like you just look at the wackness. you know?"

Tue, 30 Dec 2008 10:00:30 GMT

and written above my hostel bed, in black marker it said, 'there's a light, and it never goes out.'

it's usually so typical

Mon, 29 Dec 2008 07:12:05 GMT

playing minus the bear songs on guitar is almost as much fun as listening to them. tapping ftw.

in other news, is it wrong to seek closure over a relationship ended too early? is this karma for my stupidity in my past? probably.

aaaand it's the new year in three days. weird.

good week

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 07:35:45 GMT

good week! now back to monotony and money-making. but no shaking of the money maker.

dear anna.beezy

Wed, 03 Dec 2008 10:03:35 GMT

have you seen zach and miri make a porno? i didn't even realize mewes was in it until i watched it just now. good movie!

also, who wants to work for me on saturday? anyone? no? alright fine.

"well, technically speaking, it is brain damage"

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 08:57:42 GMT

"why do i fall in love with every woman that shows me the least bit of attention?" -joel barish

has it really been four years since this movie came out? it seems like it's been a classic forever, and for the shortest time possible at the same time.

no but really

Fri, 21 Nov 2008 07:17:18 GMT

fuck my timing. in each and every situation, fuck my timing.

tl;dr

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 09:23:52 GMT

it's 11/11. make a wish all day long!

my weekend was weird. it started with the mission to davis on friday night for episode VIII: the party strikes back, at coolspot. this was fun. the final countdown was played. i reprised my role as han solo. fell asleep at 5 that morning. there's not a whole lot more to say about that.

the next day was a little more difficult. murphy's law was in full effect. i realized that the only way to make it home for my 5 pm shift was probably to leave at or around 2. so, after i slept in til 1 at andy's house and realized i couldn't possibly make the 1:35 amtrak, we left about 1:45 and dropped off a guitar at dylan's before the trek to del norte bart. i get on bart to daly city at about 2:15 cause there's no direct milbrae trains from richmond on the weekend, make it to balboa park (milbrae transfer point) and discover the next milbrae train is sixteen, that's right, sixteen minutes away. it's about this point i feel it all start to slip away. when i finally get on bart, i get to milbrae at 3:31, and discover the caltrain i need left seven minutes ago. they only run once an hour on the weekend. this puts my arrival time in san jose at 5:36 after i wait for nearly an hour, plus the 7 minute light rail trip once i get there.

i'll be getting to work approximately an hour after i'm supposed to.

i call in a couple favors, trade my shift so i can come in at six, and call my mom's friend for a ride from the sj train station. please note: she has the worst luck of any human being. combine with my inherent bad luck and that's not a good mixture. also note that the station at milbrae is filled with many people stranded much like myself. from the pair of girls with a guitar (clearly headed for santa cruz, i smugly assume) to the adult family of four (mom dad son daughter-in-law) to the woman who, as the person on the other end of the phone must surely know, will probably not make her flight from san jose because of blah-blah-blah (this is where i zone out and imagine the departing northbound train exploding and jump ten feet when the whoosh of what i assume is the brakes escapes and the daughter-in-law from said adult family of four stares, amused). the train finally comes, i board and hope my ipod doesn't die before i get home.

so i get to san jose, get in the car with my mom's friend (samantha) and we go, and i notice an exit that would have worked to get me to work fairly quickly as we pass it, and say nothing. it is 5:42 or so. we keep going, she mentions taking hamilton exit, which i know is off of 17 south, and mention in passing as we drive past the exit for 17 south. she realizes i am correct immediately after the point of no return. we keep going, get off the freeway, and she says "oh yeah, i know where we are" and i realize i also know where we are- one of the busiest parts of town. so we drive down stevens creek (almost always busy) to santana row and valley fair mall (probably the most popular shopping center(s) in san jose, as far as i know or care) and did i mention we hit every light red on the way there?

this continues all the way to work, and a five minute journey takes twenty, and i clock in at 6:01. somehow i've managed to not epically fail.

sunday i worked from 1-9:30. it sucked in just about every way possible. today i worked from 2-10 and it was ok. i drank a six pack of red stripe, watched heroes, and decided now was a good time to update my livejournal. hooray!

thanks for reading, if you did. and if you didn't, well, you won't read this either. i have nothing clever to say to you.

oldie but goodie

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 10:49:45 GMT

edit: wowwww. don't remember posting that. god that girl was annoying.

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 08:28:15 GMT

work in 6 hours, no sleep yet, still kinda wanna drink and play fable 2. uhhhhh...

come to campbell whole foods to see a trainwreck from 7:45 to 3:30 tomorrow.

so today

Sat, 11 Oct 2008 23:43:31 GMT

i clicked an article on yahoo entitled "why you're not rich"
surprisingly, it didn't say "because you work at a grocery store and all your money goes to rent, beer, and video games." nothing else is true.

"a few summers ago
we spent weeks in her room
just having sex and listening to jazz
and that was the life."

i want.

ricky gervais

Tue, 07 Oct 2008 07:31:21 GMT

i've realized my biggest fear is sarah palin getting into the white house. is that bad? should i maybe start focusing on the immediate? should i try to identify my fears in order to combat them? should i plan a way to keep palin out of office, in the vein of the soon to be released "nailin' palin", except a real life version?

all polar bears are left handed, and cover their nose when on hunts. i love polar bears. and ricky gervais.

GO PHILLIES. GO RAYS. GO PHILLIES WHEN YOU'RE IN THE WORLD SERIES AGAINST THE RAYS.

i'm sorry.

um.

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 08:23:46 GMT

drinking brother thelonious demands more thelonious himself.

the only relationship i can keep going for any period of time is the one i have with my mom. gary, matt, alison, the ACA guys, tommy, and daran get honorable mentions.

"white people love wayne brady because he makes bryant gumbel look like malcolm X" (-negrodamus, also OLDDDD NEWSSSSS)

despite the fact that i reminisce on the past as much as i do, i realize the only way to march is forward, and so i do. supervisor interviews are thursday. here's hoping i don't blow it.

hello september

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 07:13:50 GMT

listening to yacht rock AND LOS CAMPESINOS! NONSTOP
playing castle crashers
drinking lobotomy bock and more water than my body can actually hold
wishing i were dead at work, etc etc

and so summer dies with a triumphant wail of agony.