i had to go back and hit edit to put in this title, which is not the title of the post.
the post's title is "have strong thighs for life for pennies a day!" but its actually about sandwhichs.
sometimes im really amazed by the concept of music. the fact that certain tones in combination can illicit moods/emotion is really strange. the thing that fascinates me the most though is that there are certain moods that i find i have no words for, but a melody chord progression feel like they embody completely perfectly.
also the S key now requires are harder key clack to activate.
its 11 already! im waiting to go play beer pong. it was one of those day whereby i let go of actual responsibility in order to clean my room. i scrubbed the floor even, using internet videos of orphans doing it as a loose guide my elbow grease soon turned my boring wood floor into a clean wood floor. the type of floor you would walk on with shoes on but think just to yourself that if you in fact had no shoes youd complain only moderately.
recently i engaged in attempting to find a picture of a sandwhich which appeared delicious, yet remained aesthetically pleasing. neither a meaty explosion of a sandwhich would do, nor the leafy festivities some of the prettier ones.
when you meet a sandwhich in real life, looks mean nothing to you. just the feel, does it feel right!? but when you meet a sandwhich in a magazine its pretty yes...but ..cold and tasteless, or worst it tastes like a page of magazine!
why cannot these two worlds be bridged!!! well the answer is they already have...but i cant find the picture now...
also..
everett helped look for a sandwhich picture too, he thought it was for a class and that he was helping out. it was for a t-shirt. which to me is hilarious.
going to beer pong!
sometimes im really amazed by the concept of music. the fact that certain tones in combination can illicit moods/emotion is really strange. the thing that fascinates me the most though is that there are certain moods that i find i have no words for, but a melody chord progression feel like they embody completely perfectly.
also the S key now requires are harder key clack to activate.
its 11 already! im waiting to go play beer pong. it was one of those day whereby i let go of actual responsibility in order to clean my room. i scrubbed the floor even, using internet videos of orphans doing it as a loose guide my elbow grease soon turned my boring wood floor into a clean wood floor. the type of floor you would walk on with shoes on but think just to yourself that if you in fact had no shoes youd complain only moderately.
recently i engaged in attempting to find a picture of a sandwhich which appeared delicious, yet remained aesthetically pleasing. neither a meaty explosion of a sandwhich would do, nor the leafy festivities some of the prettier ones.
when you meet a sandwhich in real life, looks mean nothing to you. just the feel, does it feel right!? but when you meet a sandwhich in a magazine its pretty yes...but ..cold and tasteless, or worst it tastes like a page of magazine!
why cannot these two worlds be bridged!!! well the answer is they already have...but i cant find the picture now...
also..
everett helped look for a sandwhich picture too, he thought it was for a class and that he was helping out. it was for a t-shirt. which to me is hilarious.
going to beer pong!