Solace In Third Eye Blind
So, my best friend Matt and my other best friend Matt (we call him Grover, you know, like Sesame Street) love this band Third Eye Blind. I'm sure you've heard of them, and I'm sure you know those three songs they overplayed on the radio. Now, Team Matt has always supported this band greatly, and I always fought it, which is odd, because I loved Third Eye Blind when I was a teenager, but all of my "hardcore" friends made fun of me for listening to it. Consequently, my taste for rap music came during this time (go fig). So, today, I was constructing my latest soundtrack, which is already over 70 songs strong (or bloated as the case may be) I got to the T's in my playlist and decided to listen to a little Third Eye Blind.
Now maybe it's the... creative 'performance enhances' I enjoyed not but thirty minutes earlier, or maybe it's the fact that it's my first day off in like a week and a half, or maybe still it could be something altogether different... but I feel so awesome right now.
b (^-^) d
Growth has occured, and again I'm about four years behind the curve.
But!
Growth!
SCIENCE!
INDUSTRY!
Ok, I got a little off topic there. See what a smiley does to good writing? It slaughters it, just totally derails it and send it hurtling off in this strange direction that could very well spell your intellectual ruin. But, to quote Ed Wuncler III, "Bitches love smiley faces; send dat bitch a smiley face." XD Plus smileys are fun, maybe I enjoy them so much because I can't smile much on my own. (It's a long story. And not smile as in, woe boo hoo everybody hates me, more like, lacking the physical ability to do so, but not quite, augh dammit I told you it was a long story...)
I've gotten really bad with the parenthetical asides lately. Especially in my instant messaging and text messaging. It's led me to believe I'm running on two personalities that aren't even all that much different. I guess I just needed a debating partner that's on call 24/7 and I decided to just give myself that second opinion in the back of my head.
And... I'm gonna have to cut this one short. Something just came up...
Now maybe it's the... creative 'performance enhances' I enjoyed not but thirty minutes earlier, or maybe it's the fact that it's my first day off in like a week and a half, or maybe still it could be something altogether different... but I feel so awesome right now.
b (^-^) d
Growth has occured, and again I'm about four years behind the curve.
But!
Growth!
SCIENCE!
INDUSTRY!
Ok, I got a little off topic there. See what a smiley does to good writing? It slaughters it, just totally derails it and send it hurtling off in this strange direction that could very well spell your intellectual ruin. But, to quote Ed Wuncler III, "Bitches love smiley faces; send dat bitch a smiley face." XD Plus smileys are fun, maybe I enjoy them so much because I can't smile much on my own. (It's a long story. And not smile as in, woe boo hoo everybody hates me, more like, lacking the physical ability to do so, but not quite, augh dammit I told you it was a long story...)
I've gotten really bad with the parenthetical asides lately. Especially in my instant messaging and text messaging. It's led me to believe I'm running on two personalities that aren't even all that much different. I guess I just needed a debating partner that's on call 24/7 and I decided to just give myself that second opinion in the back of my head.
And... I'm gonna have to cut this one short. Something just came up...