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While the clocks will tell you that it is Tuesday, and probably Mr. Grant too, I'm here to say that it isn't.
Common sense tells us that TuesDAY is the name of a day, and not a 24 hour period designated by our freedom hating government. And since everyone knows that "daybreak" is the same frickin thing as "dawn", Tuesday shouldn't break for a few hours. What do we call that time spent before we are in the middle of Tuesday? We call it Monday, ladies and gentlemen, and that, in short, is why I have not missed my self-determined deadline.
The reason that it is being written so far into my monday is that there is virtually nothing to write about. Nothing is going on in my life.
Does that sound like a cop out to you? because it does to me. Screw Nothing, I'm going to write Something.
In Oriental Delight-related news, I owe B-Wimbs $8. Now I also owe the boy my start in this two-bit town of ill-fated dreams, but that's another story for another day
It is a well known fact that if you make several little paragraphs (1-2 sentences each) and double space in between them, that it takes up just as much room as a big paragraph (12-14 sentences), sometimes more.
MOVING ON! I got into Songwriting today, and Sammy Freund is like "Brendan, you have to sing this one song with me and nathan, I learned how to play it last night, it's AMAZING" now what should this song be, but "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt, who happens to be a former member of the British Army, and a good friend to 12 year old, Kiss 108-consuming girls everywhere. Say what you will about the song, its lyrics, the chord progression, the blatant use of capo to make the song seem original, but you cannot touch the fact that James Blunt has the most Awesomely Pathetic Accent of all time. It impedes his ability to understand himself, i'm entirely serious.
At any rate, it happens to be the most fun song in the entire world to sing, if only because Mr. Blunt, (Which should replace any and all uses of his first and/or full name [isn't it awesome that here in English, we can put "/" -the "and-or" symbol- in between the words 'and' and 'or'? I LOVE IT!]) Mr. Blunt refuses to use any sort of consistent rhythm, and his insistence on jumping from vocal pitch to vocal pitch like a friggin' mountain goat.
Oh, by the way, I might also sing a couple of songs with jack on wednesday as well, but who cares, JAMES BLUNT!
in the interests of time, and sanity, this post is being cut off, right now. Any one who is interested in starting a 'Livejournalers for Jesus' Group ought to post below, so that together we can get this thing off the ground.
Common sense tells us that TuesDAY is the name of a day, and not a 24 hour period designated by our freedom hating government. And since everyone knows that "daybreak" is the same frickin thing as "dawn", Tuesday shouldn't break for a few hours. What do we call that time spent before we are in the middle of Tuesday? We call it Monday, ladies and gentlemen, and that, in short, is why I have not missed my self-determined deadline.
The reason that it is being written so far into my monday is that there is virtually nothing to write about. Nothing is going on in my life.
Does that sound like a cop out to you? because it does to me. Screw Nothing, I'm going to write Something.
In Oriental Delight-related news, I owe B-Wimbs $8. Now I also owe the boy my start in this two-bit town of ill-fated dreams, but that's another story for another day
It is a well known fact that if you make several little paragraphs (1-2 sentences each) and double space in between them, that it takes up just as much room as a big paragraph (12-14 sentences), sometimes more.
MOVING ON! I got into Songwriting today, and Sammy Freund is like "Brendan, you have to sing this one song with me and nathan, I learned how to play it last night, it's AMAZING" now what should this song be, but "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt, who happens to be a former member of the British Army, and a good friend to 12 year old, Kiss 108-consuming girls everywhere. Say what you will about the song, its lyrics, the chord progression, the blatant use of capo to make the song seem original, but you cannot touch the fact that James Blunt has the most Awesomely Pathetic Accent of all time. It impedes his ability to understand himself, i'm entirely serious.
At any rate, it happens to be the most fun song in the entire world to sing, if only because Mr. Blunt, (Which should replace any and all uses of his first and/or full name [isn't it awesome that here in English, we can put "/" -the "and-or" symbol- in between the words 'and' and 'or'? I LOVE IT!]) Mr. Blunt refuses to use any sort of consistent rhythm, and his insistence on jumping from vocal pitch to vocal pitch like a friggin' mountain goat.
Oh, by the way, I might also sing a couple of songs with jack on wednesday as well, but who cares, JAMES BLUNT!
in the interests of time, and sanity, this post is being cut off, right now. Any one who is interested in starting a 'Livejournalers for Jesus' Group ought to post below, so that together we can get this thing off the ground.