I hope this is what you want.
violence and destruction:
-while walking down 16th and Mission in the middle of the night danny and i were approached by a large black man who asked for a cigarette. he then proceeded to give danny a hard time for being a whiteboy and smoking newports. danny asked for his pack back and the large man replied with "how about you just give me everything you've got". danny asks for his cigarettes back again, and the guy pulls up his shirt revealing a handgun and tells of how he is going to shoot both of us. meanwhile i'm standing there staring drunk and confused. danny then grabs his cigarettes out of the man's hands and begins yelling "fucking shoot me!" as we walk away calmly. in retrospect the most intelligent route of conflict diffusion was not taken. - we're here to tell the story, danny feels an ounce tougher, and i'm glad my presence didn't lead to bullet wounds.
-mark totaled anne's car while he was playing hermit instead of enjoying his family. - i hope we learned a lesson.
-whilst shirtless drunken telegraph play fight i punched hannah's dear friend tom in the face and fractured his cheekbone and eye socket. he has since had surgery and is doing much better. - i now preach pacifism.
Cultural Studies Abroad ass fucked me with transcripts that never arrived at Fordham University and i was denied admittance for the fall semester. - what're you gonna do?
Much to my delight Northeastern University did receive my transcripts according to their online application status check, and i should have their decision fairly soon.
I went to Colorado for 5 days for a family reunion. The highlights include: golfing with my grandpa, uncle, and cousin/ beating everyone in my family at billiards/ white water rafting/ fishing for the first time in years/ hanging out with dan platt and his buddies.
i don't think i'm very smart, but i feign intelligence rather well. Sometimes i feel smart, other times i feel ridiculously stupid... like when i watch Cash Cab. There are a lot of really intelligent cab riders out there.
The future is now. Where i am headed i am unsure. If i get into Northeastern I think that Boston will be a go. In the instance that i am declined, some serious soul searching will be in line. All in all, i want to move. I REALLY do. I'm rather scared. I'm going to start thinking of ways i can gather funds that could potentially support aforementioned move. I think my best bet is selling my belongings. should you wish to donate, sponsor, or act as my benefactor, contact me as soon as possible.
Hannah and i had our one year anniversary. We dined, and drank, and loved and swam. It was a brilliant evening. In the current, no one knows where we're at. Strike that, i know exactly where we're at... We're at each other's THROATS... constantly. We're in love, i guess that's how those things go.
I received a text message from George Ganey this morning that read "I play the most twisted". Certainly good words to rise to.
I'm listening to the new Starting Line album, Direction. I feel like a lot of bands right now are floating in this vat of bland, semi-ethereal, soft electric hum that I'm just gonna go ahead and call post-pop. that didn't make any sense. I feel like Circa Survive falls into this category I've coined in my head. It's not quite a bad thing; over time it becomes extremely catchy. I just am tired of this blanket of sound that is so inoffensive and loosely woven, yet somehow appealing. I can't explain why i like it, or why i don't like it. It seeps through your skin without permission.
Another thing; I hate slow songs on pop punk albums. I'll know all the words within the first 3 listens, and i won't ever forget, but i HATE 'em regardless.
Okay, I'm done here for now. This was intended only to take my mind off of that stuff i haven't sent to someone from ebay, and to prevent me from checking my account balance.
mom, aunts/uncles, grandparents
gone gold fishin'
the clan preppin' for a fam photo
a month and a day since last post, good streak.
don't call it a comeback.
-andrew
i sat on the floor and stared at the pieces of me grown, pruned, and discarded
and gave thought to their parting... and so will you be replaced.
-while walking down 16th and Mission in the middle of the night danny and i were approached by a large black man who asked for a cigarette. he then proceeded to give danny a hard time for being a whiteboy and smoking newports. danny asked for his pack back and the large man replied with "how about you just give me everything you've got". danny asks for his cigarettes back again, and the guy pulls up his shirt revealing a handgun and tells of how he is going to shoot both of us. meanwhile i'm standing there staring drunk and confused. danny then grabs his cigarettes out of the man's hands and begins yelling "fucking shoot me!" as we walk away calmly. in retrospect the most intelligent route of conflict diffusion was not taken. - we're here to tell the story, danny feels an ounce tougher, and i'm glad my presence didn't lead to bullet wounds.
-mark totaled anne's car while he was playing hermit instead of enjoying his family. - i hope we learned a lesson.
-whilst shirtless drunken telegraph play fight i punched hannah's dear friend tom in the face and fractured his cheekbone and eye socket. he has since had surgery and is doing much better. - i now preach pacifism.
Cultural Studies Abroad ass fucked me with transcripts that never arrived at Fordham University and i was denied admittance for the fall semester. - what're you gonna do?
Much to my delight Northeastern University did receive my transcripts according to their online application status check, and i should have their decision fairly soon.
I went to Colorado for 5 days for a family reunion. The highlights include: golfing with my grandpa, uncle, and cousin/ beating everyone in my family at billiards/ white water rafting/ fishing for the first time in years/ hanging out with dan platt and his buddies.
i don't think i'm very smart, but i feign intelligence rather well. Sometimes i feel smart, other times i feel ridiculously stupid... like when i watch Cash Cab. There are a lot of really intelligent cab riders out there.
The future is now. Where i am headed i am unsure. If i get into Northeastern I think that Boston will be a go. In the instance that i am declined, some serious soul searching will be in line. All in all, i want to move. I REALLY do. I'm rather scared. I'm going to start thinking of ways i can gather funds that could potentially support aforementioned move. I think my best bet is selling my belongings. should you wish to donate, sponsor, or act as my benefactor, contact me as soon as possible.
Hannah and i had our one year anniversary. We dined, and drank, and loved and swam. It was a brilliant evening. In the current, no one knows where we're at. Strike that, i know exactly where we're at... We're at each other's THROATS... constantly. We're in love, i guess that's how those things go.
I received a text message from George Ganey this morning that read "I play the most twisted". Certainly good words to rise to.
I'm listening to the new Starting Line album, Direction. I feel like a lot of bands right now are floating in this vat of bland, semi-ethereal, soft electric hum that I'm just gonna go ahead and call post-pop. that didn't make any sense. I feel like Circa Survive falls into this category I've coined in my head. It's not quite a bad thing; over time it becomes extremely catchy. I just am tired of this blanket of sound that is so inoffensive and loosely woven, yet somehow appealing. I can't explain why i like it, or why i don't like it. It seeps through your skin without permission.
Another thing; I hate slow songs on pop punk albums. I'll know all the words within the first 3 listens, and i won't ever forget, but i HATE 'em regardless.
Okay, I'm done here for now. This was intended only to take my mind off of that stuff i haven't sent to someone from ebay, and to prevent me from checking my account balance.
mom, aunts/uncles, grandparents
gone gold fishin'
the clan preppin' for a fam photo
a month and a day since last post, good streak.
don't call it a comeback.
-andrew
i sat on the floor and stared at the pieces of me grown, pruned, and discarded
and gave thought to their parting... and so will you be replaced.