myspace blog part 2
Sunday, September 03, 2006
goodbye old friends, old memories
wow holy shit. i haven't felt this much anxiety for quite a while. i actually feel 50 pounds heavier. everyone's moving away. this is the last day of summer again, and here i am, in my room, staring at my computer screen. life moves on, why can't i accept that?
i wish everyone who's going on to college and doing something with their lives the very best of luck. i'll be joining you soon whether i like it or not.
-aaron b
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Friday, September 01, 2006
most of the time
i don't know why i kid myself with music. we'll see how the next record goes.
ugh ugh ugh.
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Monday, August 28, 2006
tour part 2
upon venturing into the city, we're all awestruck by sights that we see on television every day. we're dumbfounded by how epic this city is, even though we had all been there before. there's something intense about new york that energizes you somehow (or me somehow) and belittles you (me) at the same time. chris calls. he and justin have questions about recording. me, having not worked in about a week now go into my retail position and try to be as helpful as possible, as joe and sid try to navigate through five lanes of traffic.
i'm surprised they didn't kill me. i mean, i made them drive. after boston, i wasn't about to ruin my mood again (see previous thread). fuck that.
we actually find the venue amazingly easily, and perhaps moreso, a place to park right outside of the club. we unload, and immediately are interrogated about our ages. anyone who's not playing and isn't 21 has to leave. that means no m.k. martin, no aaron goldman and no alta finn.
we unload, and take in some refreshing new york attitude, and i, meek as can be, abide by everything they say. i spend most of my time outside of the club because i'm not about to get anyone in trouble. this isn't a douchy bartender in boston, this is the for-real deal (i guess).
so we sortof just stand there. we get there at 8:30 and aren't playing until midnight. we get some new york pizzaz (and pizza). we read the onion, something i wasn't even aware they made hard copies of. we conversed with many-a folk of the crazy persuasion. we met "run from run dmc". he used to be all "rock and roll" like us until he "created hip hop" then he started to drink his iron cobra out of a straw and proceed to yell at his handheld FM radio.
come 11:45, it's about time for us to play, and alta and emkay handle some smooth talking and get into the club. i mean, they were half of our audience, they couldn't keep 'em out. the sound guy, morgan, was a kind guy who gave us some of the best monitors we ever had. we played for almost an hour, giving up the professional faÿade shortly into our set; cock rock segues into our otherwise tame repitorie.
we got to spend the night at alta's place that evening, a pretty nice (for lack of a better word) apartment in brooklyn. we got to park in a spot until 7am. we went to bed at 4. the drive home was strenuious. we arrived back in holyoke at 11, passed out until 5 and played a show in amherst.
as opposed to the previous shows, we played poorly for roughly a dozen people for twenty minutes. it happens.
the show the next night was cancelled on us. we were asked to play. we replied yes, but didn't receive the message telling us they didn't need us.
sunday we played at the brass cat. the crowd was definitely bigger. the stage was definitely smaller, but we had a lot of stuff. we never had quite as many technical difficulties. in one song we managed to break a string and lose power to the keyboard. we ended the set on a very anticlimactic note. however, spouse, or rather, the nuclear waste management club performed and were excellent. jose ayerve is a very nice guy. actually, he's wicked nice. we'll hopefully have the opportunity to grace the stage with them again in the near future. jj o'connell is the man, as is mark schwaber. good times were had by all.
so, that's it. burlington soon?
-aaron b
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Sunday, August 27, 2006
tour and such
it's been a busy summer in the sense that i've been playing way a lot of shows lately. nice sentence. so basically, we've been playing every night, with tonight being the last night of our stint. it's been an exhausting experience. it's been a bonding experience. it's been eye-opening and it's just been downright fun (fun? what?)
boston basically spat in our faces. they treated us like amatuers, and despite the fact that i guess we played fine, and that people actually liked it, it was one of the most miserable experiences of my life. after getting lost and driving around for an extra hour and a half, we got chastised for loading our equipment during the first band's set. who's ever heard of that? i certainly haven't.
i decided to walk around to cool off, and i purchaced some jasmine rice and peanut sauce to elevate my mood. in the end, sue, the headlining band was allowed to play 5 songs (with, might i add, the (pronounced 'thee) WORST sound i've ever had the misfortune to perform with in my career). fuck boston, fuck tt's.
tuesday night, the complete opposite, daniel st. pub. they forgot we were playing, so we had to take the 11:30 slot. that was fine with us, as we weren't about to go skipping any shows. we played for 6 people, 2 of which worked at the bar. we were on fire (www.soundclick.com/sueeverything). the people there are totally nice, everyone we performed for really liked it. the guy who put on the show wants us to come back any time: it was just very refreshing. we're going to try to hit it up again.
wednesday: new york city. julian arrives three hours late. we hit an immense amount of traffic. i become the shampion. yes. shampion. i'll have to tell you all about shampion. it's 3:30am. i'll get back to this.
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Saturday, August 05, 2006
i think i've been a little hasty
it doesn't matter what kind of crap you post, because in the long run: nobody cares. it doesn't matter if it's well written or not, it makes no difference. just because you think it's meaningful doesn't mean anyone is going to give a shit.
give up. i am.
-aaron b
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Thursday, August 03, 2006
i just wrote a blog
over on sue's myspace. www.myspace.com/sueeverything if you care.
-aaron b
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Wednesday, July 12, 2006
the journaly part of my day
arial - aaron b / courier new (bold) - sid s
you know what i hate?
what do you hate?
i hate parking in front of your house.
you know what i hate?
what do you hate?
having to tell people that playing with canola oil while you're high is a bad idea.
i hate parking on the street on cherry street, because all the weird guys that live in the halfway house across the street, sitting on the porch smoking their cigarettes fucking stare you down like you don't know how to fucking park or something. you know what man, if you stared at your wife like she was an idiot too, then no wonder she fucking left your ass for your successful brother. ..with his david hasselhoff chest. and his talking car. look at this (gives the finger).
on a more contemplative note: life is for living. when it's cut short, it's a tragedy. it's a complete and total travesty. some things happen to people completely unfairly, and i beg to you put your life in a little perspective. you don't know what could happen to yourself or anyone around you. love yourself, and put your best foot forward. the world would be a more pleasant place if we all gave our best (or at least our better). people can say it's meaningful, or meaningless, but make it mean SOMETHING to someone. even a smile helps.
..when you're sitting on the porch.. smoking a cigarette.
man i feel like watching someone park is like watching someone have sex. it's an intimate time between a man and his car. he wants to make certain that noone's over stimulated, and that everyone is satisfied. we don't want to damage the goods people!
ahhh fuck it.
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the first chapter of my book
Current mood: pensive
what is ethics? the definition of the term is something that is unique to the individual, and his/her inclination to live life in the way that s/he sees fit. it is a personal system (for lack of a better word) in which one chooses to abide by in terms of something more specific than 'doing things' but less specific than 'living life'. it has to do with the choices one decides to make through out his/her life, and it is an ever changing thing. with more experience, a more careful outlook on the choices one makes throughout life can be made.
these decisions are made based upon the conclusions one has come to through deducing the outcome of hypothetical scenarios. the step-by-step processes of these scenarios are to be conversed about, discussed and debated with among peers, with similar backgrounds and beliefs. while one wont always see eye to eye, one can form his/her own conclusion on a particular moral subject. so while ethics is a personal resource, it's necessarily built upon other people, and other belief/opinion.
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i honestly tried to write that in as clear english as i could. cliff notes version: ethics determines what drives you morally to do or not do whatever action. these are your personal beliefs, and they can come from whatever religion/idea/science/mother you want them to come from, but they're your own. these things are constantly changing, and as in life, they grow along with the rest of you. it's important to consider all things, including the beliefs of others, for not only do they help to put your thing in a context in which it makes sense, but it also tests your beliefs in other situations. the more you sit down and test the validity of your beliefs, the stronger and more thoughtful they will become!
next week, chapter 2: the sheer hilarity of placing the internet gamer in the context of your normal gangsta.
-aaron b
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Sunday, June 18, 2006
the meaning of life
not necessarily WHY we're here, but the reason TO live it to it's greatest extent is pretty simple: happiness. how many people out there are completely miserable due to depression of some sort? they say that stress, anger and hatred can actually do you physical harm. and (whether you choose to believe this or not) positive energy, as opposed to negative, has significantly increased the lifespan of organic matter in tons of tests and experiments.
so what is happiness? periods of contentment and elation? or perhaps self-satisfaction? i believe that it has to go a bit further than that to give life any substance. obviously, everything in life needs to have some balance to it, and without despair, we couldn't have happiness. this is obvious. they (whoever this 'they' is that i keep referring to) say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, absence makes the heart grow fonder, etc. it seems that to achieve true happiness, trial and error is necessary. working to achieve a goal is essential.
therefore, happiness isn't a fleeting thing. happiness is something that is earned. happiness is working towards a goal, an ambition, something that involves a deep desire, in which the outcome is an accomplished sense of self. nietzsche believed in "a selfishness with a strong sense of self", which entailed not settling for petty instances of a primitive pleasure. striving to better oneself was the true path to happiness.
deciding to go to school to become a lawyer, or some high-power government position for the sole purpose of becoming a comfortable middle-aged schmuck republican with a boat and a summer home isn't a path to a better self. someone who thinks that s/he's a person with the authority to give life advice to people who aren't "heading in a marketable direction in their life" has a gross misconception of his/her own power to give advice, and are seriously in need of a reality-check. there's no substance in striving for wealth and comfort if there's no heart in the path you're choosing to take your life.
if we're only on this planet for as long as we are, why not try to get the absolute most out of life possible, as opposed to working in a job you hate to buy shit you don't need just to gloat and to look down at other people who don't have as nice shit as you do? to paraphrase: life is short, our time is sparse, why not enjoy life to it's fullest extent, challenge ourselves to our greatest mental and physical abilities and fucking evolve from this distorted conception of what 'success' is in this country?
this turned from a philosophical musing into political satire, and for that i apologize. now everyone stop worrying about what you "should" be and worry about what you WANT to be.
-aaron b
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Friday, June 16, 2006
i was feeling gay? (stolen from emily corsones)
70 Questions to Start the Summer
1. Are you in a relationship? happily
2. Are you currently fighting with anyone? 'fighting' as a situation is whack.
3. Where do you live? holyoke, mofucka.
4. What is your favorite candy bar? m&ms.
5. Favorite thing to do in the summer? wish it was winter.
6.?
7. What was your least favorite subject this year? public speaking second semester, substance abuse first semester.
8. What was your favorite subject this year? ethics by far.
9. Current top 4 favorite Singers/Band: kevin federline, dave matthews, coldplay and rush.
10. Last time you drank alcohol? i had half a beerz0r last night.
11. Name something that's on your mind: i should fucking be in bed instead of filling out this crapshit.
12. Something you regret recently: filling out this crapshit instead of sleeping.
13. When is your birthday? september 2007
14. wrap it up.
15. what happened to 14? it was a clown.
16. What kinda phone do you have? useless
17. What are you doing right now? gee
18. Something recently that made you really happy? the prospect of seeing someone who lives 100 miles away from me. yeay
19. What are your favorite colors? beer
21. Last person you talked to? wally "what're you doin'?"
22. Reading anything? i nabbed this weird crime novel from work.
23. Whats your favorite outfit? tuxedos. hundreds of them.
24. Favorite drink? water
25. Favorite Alcoholic drink? newcastle brown ale
26. Where is your second home? work prolerly. :/ i could say cherry st, but the second i start considering that place 'home' is the second i jump off a cliff.
25. Last time you went to doctors/dentists? i dunno. not long enough.
28. Currently listening to? the walkmen... now elvis presley.
29. What does your bedroom look like right now? a room wif a bed, stupit.
30. Favorite movie? thinking sucks.
31. Last movie u saw? X3 mofucka.
32. Do you have braces? wow do i feel old now.
33. Do looks matter? moreso than looking.
34. Do you like your life? for the most part. lifes annoyances get to me. i guess that's no excuse to blame life as a whole though.
35. Favorite place to be: as long as i'm wit my lady.
36. Favorite place to shop? iraq
37. Bad quality about yourself? most things.
38. A good one? nary a thing.
39. When was the last time you went shopping? thinking about it is whack.
41. Have you ever been in a relationship? indeed.
42. Are you in love? i believe so, yes.
43. When was the last time you cried? no, sorry, i don't so that. i'm a MAN.
44. What did you do last weekend? i don't even remember. i must have played.
45. When was the last time you went out to eat? must've been last night.
46. Have you ever called a teacher 'mom'? probably when i was very young.
47. Favorite summer vacation? it'll happen some year. maybe it'll be this one, while i'm still fortunate enough to have them.
48. What are your nicknames? 'knucklehead'
49. How many friends on myspace do you have? 60something
50. How many profile views do you have? i don't pay attention.
51. Last time you went to the mall? whenever we went to pick up jackie whenever that wasz0rz.
52. Are you thinking about somebody right now? i'm thinking about bed. also beck i suppose. however, that doesn't mean i love my girlfriend, you survey writing schmuck.
53. Who was the last person to text you? diane
54. Do you smoke? rock.
55. Who is the last person you texted? diane
56. Who was the last person that called you? joey r.
57. Who was the last person you called? diane
58. What color is your hair? gray
59. Does anyone like you? fuck no.
60. who's your boyfriend/girlfriend? some dave matthews fan.
61. Look to your right, what do you see? which ways right?
62. Look to your left, what do you see? a fan. of me.
63. Do you like yourself? eh
64. Are you closer to your mother or father? i'm close to my folks equally. those knuckleheads.
65. Favorite feature of the opposite/same sex? NATURALLY LARGE. . .
66. Name the last person you hung out with? sue.
67. Last time you took pictures of yourself? i don't know? 3 years.
68. Last time you went skinny dipping? never.
69. Are your lips chapped? usually.
70. Gotta crush on someone? i've got a crush on everyone.
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Friday, June 16, 2006
do yourself a favor
and don't start every sentence with 'lol'.
'lol, what r u doing tonite??'
'lol, why did u call me a slutbag?'
'lol, why u use aimbot?'
'lol, wat teh fuck>/'
'lol, theres nothing wrong with using lol, ur momz a bitch'
...just think. language is a sacred thing, please don't bastardise it just because you're illiterate. show some class, and i promise you'll come off as a much more intellectual (smart) person. at least to your friends who also use 'lol' as a predicate.
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Monday, June 12, 2006
someone tell me it's worth it
because right now i'd really like to get something out of the effort i put in to life.
not that i don't have a wonderful girlfriend and band and job and car and friends..
you're a fuck aaron.
seriously though. lets get signed.
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Sunday, June 11, 2006
Staying up late
in an attempt to sound smart and cool, i once learned that staying up late and looking at the computer screen before bed actually disrupts your sleep by stimulating you somehow. probably by looking at porn (sorry, i set myself up for it). here i am, however, at 2:10am, and i'm writing a motherfucking blog. what the hell is wrong with me you'd ask?
today after a rather difficile work day, i ventured to cherry street for sue practice, only to find that our new drummer was missing in action. i thought this was swell, so i proceeded to join the rest of my group (and their roommates) for some friendly's action. directly proceeding that, i decided to lock my keys in my car subconsciously. things worked out well when joey r drove me to my humble holyoke abode, and i climbed through the 2nd story window to get in to the kitchen. roughly two minutes later, i heard my brother walking up the stairs, and i informed him that his timing couldn't be worse.
"oh... a sid... what are YOU doing here? this is my new DS. today if you traded in your old DS you got $70 off. just today though. i did it. i didn't tell them a button was broken, though." weird ass ethan. way to beat the man. returned to cherry street, with the triumphant return of julian simons, and a mystikal practice. mystical. mythical. it was good.
that was a boring recap of my day. the reason you read all that is to understand the trouble we went through to get sickwiddit for our shows coming up. tomorrow night! The Paradise Lounge, Cambridge, MA. tuesday night! the Webster Underground, Hartford, CT with As Fast As. saturday night! Sidney Satorsky of Sue Solo Show for Sho'. they'll prove to be some of the most important shows of our career, so i wouldn't recommend missing them. sincerely signed
-aaron b
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Friday, June 09, 2006
does anybody want to tell me why i've been so tired lately?
because i'd certainly be thrilled to know.
-aaron b
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Wednesday, June 07, 2006
i feel apprehensive about posting my dream
but after that last blog, i feel compelled to really describe something to the best of my ability.
the night before last i had a very interesting and powerful dream, where the world was going to end. there was a very deep and accepting belief that everyone shared in a synominous way. there was some sort of giant force, connected in a way to a human with emotions ablaze, and there was only a matter of time before that being was going to wreak havoc upon the entire planet. there was no question of attempting a physical attack on the entity. the only hope we had was trying to connect to the being/person was through emotion. and the only means of such was music.
the part of the dream that's unclear to me is why exactly, but i myself, and we (the smokey wambas) once knew who/whatever it was that was going to destory the world, so it was up to us to try to connect to the person. massive amounts of equipment was donated to the cause, and we set up a huge stage on main street in northampton.
when it came time to play the sad song that would save the world, we were at a loss. we had a couple of options, but none of them seemed appropriate for the situation. we needed to make a connection, and we were in a desperate situation. did we have what it took to get through to this person?
and like a dream, that's the partial story for you. unresolved and unsatisfying. however, i'm somewhat inspired to.. save the world with music. 1234
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IM(not so humble)O
so the question i have for you all today is: Is the precursor to a statement "in my humble opinion..." in itself NOT a humble statment? is claiming that one's own opinion is humble actually quite the opposite? conversely, when someone says "in my not so humble opinion" actually a sly way of humbling themselves? or am i actually totally off base here?
the english language is suttle and conniving, and it doesn't work well as a means of description. that whole thought process seemed more clear in my head.
also, the song 'if god was one of us' is the most awful piece of preaching bullshit song that's ever been written. i hope it dies.
-kevin federline
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Monday, May 22, 2006
summertime brain atrophy prevention, first attempt: web logs
people should use their blogs more often, for a number of reasons.
oh geez.. i didn't get to write this. instead i played gunbound until 2 am.
.....so much for.. anything.
-aaron b
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Friday, May 19, 2006
My band at the Flywheel tomorrow
Hey guys,
even if The Smokey Wambas don't exactly rub you the right way, with our smooth jams and bumpin moves, I'd seriously consider attending the show regardless. The reason: the Flywheel's rent has raised considerably and they're having a string of shows to directly benefit the venue. Every ticket sold helps, and I can promise you a good performance by us. We're all doing what we can help out a venue that has done nothing but embrace the artistic community around Western Mass, and six dollars a ticket to help isn't exactly highway robbery.
If you can't make it, it's understandable, and this is just one of many. However, if you weren't doing anything tomorrow night anyway, do the Flywheel (and me, your buddy Aaron) a favor and come check out the bands.
Show starts at 6pm, it's $6... the Wambas are a 6-piece
Calibur Per Capita
The Smokey Wambas
Running With Karma
(Yucky Octopus?)
Thanks so much.
-Aaron B
ps. I'm also going to post this as a bulletin.
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Wednesday, May 17, 2006
coffee makes me feel gross
bleh.
one day on tour, at 5 in the morning, a little after sid had finished his driving shift, we had stopped off at some gas station in a little middle-of-nowhere part of ontario. we all got out to stretch our legs, to wake up a little bit, and to have sid mosey around the gift shop (one of his very favorite things to do). he and i ended up buying these little pseudo-cappuccino french vanilla businesses and started back out on the road.
sid took his like a champ, literally downing it in about a minute, and then passed out. i found this mildly amusing, because i know that i bought mine to stay awake. now, for some paranoid reason, i have a very difficult time driving with a hot beverage in my car. even when it's resting comfortably in the cup-holder, with the top on securely, and i'm driving on a straight road, i still tend to flip out about it a little bit. so, emulating sid, after it cools off a bit, i drink most of the thing in about ten minutes.
as the drive persists, i begin to feel like absolute hell. my stomach lining was thoroughly prepared to take the torture of the beverage without the slightest hint of dignity. as day broke, the climax of my shift was when the jack rabbit i had swerved to miss had still managed to hit it's head on the back bumper of my car and perished. feeling completely broken, i ended my three-hour shift rather abrubtly. when i didn't think it could get much worse, sid, unfazed by the string of events took the opportunity to smugly reaffirm that i had indeed killed the rabbit.
the fucker.
-aaron b
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Monday, May 15, 2006
AHHHHHHHHH
Current mood: aggravated
please, please, PLEASE someone tell me how shit like this gets circulated. please, please PLEASE tell me that there isn't anyone out there that actually believes this.
THERE WAS A BOY
WHO HAD A CRUSH ON A GURL
WHO WAS 14
BUT HE DIDNT NO WAT TO DO
SO HE SAID
SHOULD I TLK TO HER
OR
SHOULD I JUS KISS HER
BUT THEN HE DECIDED TO TLK TO HER
SO THEY TALKED
BOY-HII
GURL-HI
BOY-WAT R U DOIN
GURL-NUTTIN
BOY-DO U HAVE A BOYFRIEND
GURL-NO
BOY-DO U WANT ONE
GURL-HE HAS TO BE NICE AND SWEET AND NOT SHADY
BOY-DO U LIKE ME
GURL-NOT REALLY
BOY-OHH OK
GURL-R U MAD
BOY-NO
GURL-OK
THEN HE LEFT
AND WENT HOME
ADN FOUND A GUN IN HIS DADS DRAWer
THEN BEFORE HE DIED HE SAID
"GOD LET ME DIE FAST AND EASY"
THEN HE HEARD A VOICE THAT SOUNDED LIKE GOD
GOD-DONT DO IT IT IS NOT WORTH IT
BOY-YES IT IS SHE DONT LOVE ME
GOD-YES SHE DOES
BOY DROPS THE GUN AND SAYS
"HOW DO U NO"
GOD-BECAUSE IM GOD
AND FADED AWAY
BUT THE BOY DID NOT BELIEVE IT
SO HE PICKED UP THE GUN AND
HEARD A VOICE AGAIN AND SAID
STOP LIENG TO ME AND SHOT THE GUN AT THE VOICE
BUT WEN HE LLOKED HE SAW THE GURL OF HIS DREAMS DEAD
HE HAD KILLED THE GURL
AND THE GURL HAD CAME TO HIS HOUSE TO TELL HIM THAT SHE WANTED TO GO OUT WIT HIM
AND HE SAID
HOW...HOW...HOW COU...COUL....COULD...I , baby im sorry
AND THEN HIS DAD CAME IN AND SAID "WAT HAPPENED"
AND THE BOY SAID
I...I...KILEED...HER
THEN THE BOY PICKED UP THE GUN AND KILLED HIMSELF
IF U LOVE SOME ONE SO MUCH THAT U WOULD DIE FOR THEM OR EVEN IF U DONT LOVE SOMEONE BUT U HAVE A CRUSH THEN REPOST THIS SAYING "baby im sorry" AND UR LOVE WILL CALL U OR TLK TO U ONLINE
P.S DONT IGNORE THIS
i like how they said "p.s. don't ignore this". or what? my date won't go 'lol' at my jokes? just because you're 14 doesn't give you the right to be an idiot. whoever wrote this should jump off a cliff.
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Wednesday, May 10, 2006
i ran away to the circus when i was twelve
i chased after the elephants, and picked up their... smellllll. sorry, i'll take any chance to quote twilite i can.
the context of which: my family and i went to go see the circus tonight. ringling brothers: barnum and bailey's greatest show on earth. or was it? upon arrival, i noticed what seemed to be protesters in front of the civic center. i asked my dad "protesters? what for? you think it's for animal rights?" and of course it was (the activists for clown rights [clown care] are still strictly underground, you see). as we walked past them, i couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as a vegetarian. i looked at the signs, and gave the protesters a friendly smile just as my mother told me to pay them no heed. i think she was worried about seeing any graphic posters. out of sight, out of mind i suppose. how very american i felt at that moment.
we got inside, i told my mom i wanted her to buy me a guinness. she told me to shut-up, and into the stadium we went. the stage display was somewhat less majestic than i had imagined. i guess they were holding the same show that night in hartford however, and they had cut their display in half for that show. it was a small crowd, but more than expected on a wednesday night i think. the show started with more of a pop than a bang, and the host for the evening appeared. i was more interesed in how sparkly everyones clothes were than what they were actually saying. then we stood for the national anthem.
what the fuck?
the last i checked, this was the circus, and not a fucking baseball game. my mother dragged me to my feet, and after the particularly unenthusiastic rendition of the spangled banner, the party got started. as the clowns tried to warm up the audience, i became particularly recpetive, because suddenly i felt sympathetic as a performer. they have to go out and perform the same show every night, and it's up to the crowd whether or not they want to participate. i figured that they were out there because they were doing what they wanted to do with their lives, and i wasn't going to look down my nose at that. more power to them!
on a whole, the show was pretty.. boring. i think the mystique is lost on those who aren't young kids/parents of young kids.
uuhhh.. i'm too lazy to continue.
-aaron b
goodbye old friends, old memories
wow holy shit. i haven't felt this much anxiety for quite a while. i actually feel 50 pounds heavier. everyone's moving away. this is the last day of summer again, and here i am, in my room, staring at my computer screen. life moves on, why can't i accept that?
i wish everyone who's going on to college and doing something with their lives the very best of luck. i'll be joining you soon whether i like it or not.
-aaron b
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Friday, September 01, 2006
most of the time
i don't know why i kid myself with music. we'll see how the next record goes.
ugh ugh ugh.
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Monday, August 28, 2006
tour part 2
upon venturing into the city, we're all awestruck by sights that we see on television every day. we're dumbfounded by how epic this city is, even though we had all been there before. there's something intense about new york that energizes you somehow (or me somehow) and belittles you (me) at the same time. chris calls. he and justin have questions about recording. me, having not worked in about a week now go into my retail position and try to be as helpful as possible, as joe and sid try to navigate through five lanes of traffic.
i'm surprised they didn't kill me. i mean, i made them drive. after boston, i wasn't about to ruin my mood again (see previous thread). fuck that.
we actually find the venue amazingly easily, and perhaps moreso, a place to park right outside of the club. we unload, and immediately are interrogated about our ages. anyone who's not playing and isn't 21 has to leave. that means no m.k. martin, no aaron goldman and no alta finn.
we unload, and take in some refreshing new york attitude, and i, meek as can be, abide by everything they say. i spend most of my time outside of the club because i'm not about to get anyone in trouble. this isn't a douchy bartender in boston, this is the for-real deal (i guess).
so we sortof just stand there. we get there at 8:30 and aren't playing until midnight. we get some new york pizzaz (and pizza). we read the onion, something i wasn't even aware they made hard copies of. we conversed with many-a folk of the crazy persuasion. we met "run from run dmc". he used to be all "rock and roll" like us until he "created hip hop" then he started to drink his iron cobra out of a straw and proceed to yell at his handheld FM radio.
come 11:45, it's about time for us to play, and alta and emkay handle some smooth talking and get into the club. i mean, they were half of our audience, they couldn't keep 'em out. the sound guy, morgan, was a kind guy who gave us some of the best monitors we ever had. we played for almost an hour, giving up the professional faÿade shortly into our set; cock rock segues into our otherwise tame repitorie.
we got to spend the night at alta's place that evening, a pretty nice (for lack of a better word) apartment in brooklyn. we got to park in a spot until 7am. we went to bed at 4. the drive home was strenuious. we arrived back in holyoke at 11, passed out until 5 and played a show in amherst.
as opposed to the previous shows, we played poorly for roughly a dozen people for twenty minutes. it happens.
the show the next night was cancelled on us. we were asked to play. we replied yes, but didn't receive the message telling us they didn't need us.
sunday we played at the brass cat. the crowd was definitely bigger. the stage was definitely smaller, but we had a lot of stuff. we never had quite as many technical difficulties. in one song we managed to break a string and lose power to the keyboard. we ended the set on a very anticlimactic note. however, spouse, or rather, the nuclear waste management club performed and were excellent. jose ayerve is a very nice guy. actually, he's wicked nice. we'll hopefully have the opportunity to grace the stage with them again in the near future. jj o'connell is the man, as is mark schwaber. good times were had by all.
so, that's it. burlington soon?
-aaron b
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Sunday, August 27, 2006
tour and such
it's been a busy summer in the sense that i've been playing way a lot of shows lately. nice sentence. so basically, we've been playing every night, with tonight being the last night of our stint. it's been an exhausting experience. it's been a bonding experience. it's been eye-opening and it's just been downright fun (fun? what?)
boston basically spat in our faces. they treated us like amatuers, and despite the fact that i guess we played fine, and that people actually liked it, it was one of the most miserable experiences of my life. after getting lost and driving around for an extra hour and a half, we got chastised for loading our equipment during the first band's set. who's ever heard of that? i certainly haven't.
i decided to walk around to cool off, and i purchaced some jasmine rice and peanut sauce to elevate my mood. in the end, sue, the headlining band was allowed to play 5 songs (with, might i add, the (pronounced 'thee) WORST sound i've ever had the misfortune to perform with in my career). fuck boston, fuck tt's.
tuesday night, the complete opposite, daniel st. pub. they forgot we were playing, so we had to take the 11:30 slot. that was fine with us, as we weren't about to go skipping any shows. we played for 6 people, 2 of which worked at the bar. we were on fire (www.soundclick.com/sueeverything). the people there are totally nice, everyone we performed for really liked it. the guy who put on the show wants us to come back any time: it was just very refreshing. we're going to try to hit it up again.
wednesday: new york city. julian arrives three hours late. we hit an immense amount of traffic. i become the shampion. yes. shampion. i'll have to tell you all about shampion. it's 3:30am. i'll get back to this.
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Saturday, August 05, 2006
i think i've been a little hasty
it doesn't matter what kind of crap you post, because in the long run: nobody cares. it doesn't matter if it's well written or not, it makes no difference. just because you think it's meaningful doesn't mean anyone is going to give a shit.
give up. i am.
-aaron b
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Thursday, August 03, 2006
i just wrote a blog
over on sue's myspace. www.myspace.com/sueeverything if you care.
-aaron b
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Wednesday, July 12, 2006
the journaly part of my day
arial - aaron b / courier new (bold) - sid s
you know what i hate?
what do you hate?
i hate parking in front of your house.
you know what i hate?
what do you hate?
having to tell people that playing with canola oil while you're high is a bad idea.
i hate parking on the street on cherry street, because all the weird guys that live in the halfway house across the street, sitting on the porch smoking their cigarettes fucking stare you down like you don't know how to fucking park or something. you know what man, if you stared at your wife like she was an idiot too, then no wonder she fucking left your ass for your successful brother. ..with his david hasselhoff chest. and his talking car. look at this (gives the finger).
on a more contemplative note: life is for living. when it's cut short, it's a tragedy. it's a complete and total travesty. some things happen to people completely unfairly, and i beg to you put your life in a little perspective. you don't know what could happen to yourself or anyone around you. love yourself, and put your best foot forward. the world would be a more pleasant place if we all gave our best (or at least our better). people can say it's meaningful, or meaningless, but make it mean SOMETHING to someone. even a smile helps.
..when you're sitting on the porch.. smoking a cigarette.
man i feel like watching someone park is like watching someone have sex. it's an intimate time between a man and his car. he wants to make certain that noone's over stimulated, and that everyone is satisfied. we don't want to damage the goods people!
ahhh fuck it.
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the first chapter of my book
Current mood: pensive
what is ethics? the definition of the term is something that is unique to the individual, and his/her inclination to live life in the way that s/he sees fit. it is a personal system (for lack of a better word) in which one chooses to abide by in terms of something more specific than 'doing things' but less specific than 'living life'. it has to do with the choices one decides to make through out his/her life, and it is an ever changing thing. with more experience, a more careful outlook on the choices one makes throughout life can be made.
these decisions are made based upon the conclusions one has come to through deducing the outcome of hypothetical scenarios. the step-by-step processes of these scenarios are to be conversed about, discussed and debated with among peers, with similar backgrounds and beliefs. while one wont always see eye to eye, one can form his/her own conclusion on a particular moral subject. so while ethics is a personal resource, it's necessarily built upon other people, and other belief/opinion.
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i honestly tried to write that in as clear english as i could. cliff notes version: ethics determines what drives you morally to do or not do whatever action. these are your personal beliefs, and they can come from whatever religion/idea/science/mother you want them to come from, but they're your own. these things are constantly changing, and as in life, they grow along with the rest of you. it's important to consider all things, including the beliefs of others, for not only do they help to put your thing in a context in which it makes sense, but it also tests your beliefs in other situations. the more you sit down and test the validity of your beliefs, the stronger and more thoughtful they will become!
next week, chapter 2: the sheer hilarity of placing the internet gamer in the context of your normal gangsta.
-aaron b
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Sunday, June 18, 2006
the meaning of life
not necessarily WHY we're here, but the reason TO live it to it's greatest extent is pretty simple: happiness. how many people out there are completely miserable due to depression of some sort? they say that stress, anger and hatred can actually do you physical harm. and (whether you choose to believe this or not) positive energy, as opposed to negative, has significantly increased the lifespan of organic matter in tons of tests and experiments.
so what is happiness? periods of contentment and elation? or perhaps self-satisfaction? i believe that it has to go a bit further than that to give life any substance. obviously, everything in life needs to have some balance to it, and without despair, we couldn't have happiness. this is obvious. they (whoever this 'they' is that i keep referring to) say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, absence makes the heart grow fonder, etc. it seems that to achieve true happiness, trial and error is necessary. working to achieve a goal is essential.
therefore, happiness isn't a fleeting thing. happiness is something that is earned. happiness is working towards a goal, an ambition, something that involves a deep desire, in which the outcome is an accomplished sense of self. nietzsche believed in "a selfishness with a strong sense of self", which entailed not settling for petty instances of a primitive pleasure. striving to better oneself was the true path to happiness.
deciding to go to school to become a lawyer, or some high-power government position for the sole purpose of becoming a comfortable middle-aged schmuck republican with a boat and a summer home isn't a path to a better self. someone who thinks that s/he's a person with the authority to give life advice to people who aren't "heading in a marketable direction in their life" has a gross misconception of his/her own power to give advice, and are seriously in need of a reality-check. there's no substance in striving for wealth and comfort if there's no heart in the path you're choosing to take your life.
if we're only on this planet for as long as we are, why not try to get the absolute most out of life possible, as opposed to working in a job you hate to buy shit you don't need just to gloat and to look down at other people who don't have as nice shit as you do? to paraphrase: life is short, our time is sparse, why not enjoy life to it's fullest extent, challenge ourselves to our greatest mental and physical abilities and fucking evolve from this distorted conception of what 'success' is in this country?
this turned from a philosophical musing into political satire, and for that i apologize. now everyone stop worrying about what you "should" be and worry about what you WANT to be.
-aaron b
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Friday, June 16, 2006
i was feeling gay? (stolen from emily corsones)
70 Questions to Start the Summer
1. Are you in a relationship? happily
2. Are you currently fighting with anyone? 'fighting' as a situation is whack.
3. Where do you live? holyoke, mofucka.
4. What is your favorite candy bar? m&ms.
5. Favorite thing to do in the summer? wish it was winter.
6.?
7. What was your least favorite subject this year? public speaking second semester, substance abuse first semester.
8. What was your favorite subject this year? ethics by far.
9. Current top 4 favorite Singers/Band: kevin federline, dave matthews, coldplay and rush.
10. Last time you drank alcohol? i had half a beerz0r last night.
11. Name something that's on your mind: i should fucking be in bed instead of filling out this crapshit.
12. Something you regret recently: filling out this crapshit instead of sleeping.
13. When is your birthday? september 2007
14. wrap it up.
15. what happened to 14? it was a clown.
16. What kinda phone do you have? useless
17. What are you doing right now? gee
18. Something recently that made you really happy? the prospect of seeing someone who lives 100 miles away from me. yeay
19. What are your favorite colors? beer
21. Last person you talked to? wally "what're you doin'?"
22. Reading anything? i nabbed this weird crime novel from work.
23. Whats your favorite outfit? tuxedos. hundreds of them.
24. Favorite drink? water
25. Favorite Alcoholic drink? newcastle brown ale
26. Where is your second home? work prolerly. :/ i could say cherry st, but the second i start considering that place 'home' is the second i jump off a cliff.
25. Last time you went to doctors/dentists? i dunno. not long enough.
28. Currently listening to? the walkmen... now elvis presley.
29. What does your bedroom look like right now? a room wif a bed, stupit.
30. Favorite movie? thinking sucks.
31. Last movie u saw? X3 mofucka.
32. Do you have braces? wow do i feel old now.
33. Do looks matter? moreso than looking.
34. Do you like your life? for the most part. lifes annoyances get to me. i guess that's no excuse to blame life as a whole though.
35. Favorite place to be: as long as i'm wit my lady.
36. Favorite place to shop? iraq
37. Bad quality about yourself? most things.
38. A good one? nary a thing.
39. When was the last time you went shopping? thinking about it is whack.
41. Have you ever been in a relationship? indeed.
42. Are you in love? i believe so, yes.
43. When was the last time you cried? no, sorry, i don't so that. i'm a MAN.
44. What did you do last weekend? i don't even remember. i must have played.
45. When was the last time you went out to eat? must've been last night.
46. Have you ever called a teacher 'mom'? probably when i was very young.
47. Favorite summer vacation? it'll happen some year. maybe it'll be this one, while i'm still fortunate enough to have them.
48. What are your nicknames? 'knucklehead'
49. How many friends on myspace do you have? 60something
50. How many profile views do you have? i don't pay attention.
51. Last time you went to the mall? whenever we went to pick up jackie whenever that wasz0rz.
52. Are you thinking about somebody right now? i'm thinking about bed. also beck i suppose. however, that doesn't mean i love my girlfriend, you survey writing schmuck.
53. Who was the last person to text you? diane
54. Do you smoke? rock.
55. Who is the last person you texted? diane
56. Who was the last person that called you? joey r.
57. Who was the last person you called? diane
58. What color is your hair? gray
59. Does anyone like you? fuck no.
60. who's your boyfriend/girlfriend? some dave matthews fan.
61. Look to your right, what do you see? which ways right?
62. Look to your left, what do you see? a fan. of me.
63. Do you like yourself? eh
64. Are you closer to your mother or father? i'm close to my folks equally. those knuckleheads.
65. Favorite feature of the opposite/same sex? NATURALLY LARGE. . .
66. Name the last person you hung out with? sue.
67. Last time you took pictures of yourself? i don't know? 3 years.
68. Last time you went skinny dipping? never.
69. Are your lips chapped? usually.
70. Gotta crush on someone? i've got a crush on everyone.
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Friday, June 16, 2006
do yourself a favor
and don't start every sentence with 'lol'.
'lol, what r u doing tonite??'
'lol, why did u call me a slutbag?'
'lol, why u use aimbot?'
'lol, wat teh fuck>/'
'lol, theres nothing wrong with using lol, ur momz a bitch'
...just think. language is a sacred thing, please don't bastardise it just because you're illiterate. show some class, and i promise you'll come off as a much more intellectual (smart) person. at least to your friends who also use 'lol' as a predicate.
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Monday, June 12, 2006
someone tell me it's worth it
because right now i'd really like to get something out of the effort i put in to life.
not that i don't have a wonderful girlfriend and band and job and car and friends..
you're a fuck aaron.
seriously though. lets get signed.
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Sunday, June 11, 2006
Staying up late
in an attempt to sound smart and cool, i once learned that staying up late and looking at the computer screen before bed actually disrupts your sleep by stimulating you somehow. probably by looking at porn (sorry, i set myself up for it). here i am, however, at 2:10am, and i'm writing a motherfucking blog. what the hell is wrong with me you'd ask?
today after a rather difficile work day, i ventured to cherry street for sue practice, only to find that our new drummer was missing in action. i thought this was swell, so i proceeded to join the rest of my group (and their roommates) for some friendly's action. directly proceeding that, i decided to lock my keys in my car subconsciously. things worked out well when joey r drove me to my humble holyoke abode, and i climbed through the 2nd story window to get in to the kitchen. roughly two minutes later, i heard my brother walking up the stairs, and i informed him that his timing couldn't be worse.
"oh... a sid... what are YOU doing here? this is my new DS. today if you traded in your old DS you got $70 off. just today though. i did it. i didn't tell them a button was broken, though." weird ass ethan. way to beat the man. returned to cherry street, with the triumphant return of julian simons, and a mystikal practice. mystical. mythical. it was good.
that was a boring recap of my day. the reason you read all that is to understand the trouble we went through to get sickwiddit for our shows coming up. tomorrow night! The Paradise Lounge, Cambridge, MA. tuesday night! the Webster Underground, Hartford, CT with As Fast As. saturday night! Sidney Satorsky of Sue Solo Show for Sho'. they'll prove to be some of the most important shows of our career, so i wouldn't recommend missing them. sincerely signed
-aaron b
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Friday, June 09, 2006
does anybody want to tell me why i've been so tired lately?
because i'd certainly be thrilled to know.
-aaron b
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Wednesday, June 07, 2006
i feel apprehensive about posting my dream
but after that last blog, i feel compelled to really describe something to the best of my ability.
the night before last i had a very interesting and powerful dream, where the world was going to end. there was a very deep and accepting belief that everyone shared in a synominous way. there was some sort of giant force, connected in a way to a human with emotions ablaze, and there was only a matter of time before that being was going to wreak havoc upon the entire planet. there was no question of attempting a physical attack on the entity. the only hope we had was trying to connect to the being/person was through emotion. and the only means of such was music.
the part of the dream that's unclear to me is why exactly, but i myself, and we (the smokey wambas) once knew who/whatever it was that was going to destory the world, so it was up to us to try to connect to the person. massive amounts of equipment was donated to the cause, and we set up a huge stage on main street in northampton.
when it came time to play the sad song that would save the world, we were at a loss. we had a couple of options, but none of them seemed appropriate for the situation. we needed to make a connection, and we were in a desperate situation. did we have what it took to get through to this person?
and like a dream, that's the partial story for you. unresolved and unsatisfying. however, i'm somewhat inspired to.. save the world with music. 1234
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IM(not so humble)O
so the question i have for you all today is: Is the precursor to a statement "in my humble opinion..." in itself NOT a humble statment? is claiming that one's own opinion is humble actually quite the opposite? conversely, when someone says "in my not so humble opinion" actually a sly way of humbling themselves? or am i actually totally off base here?
the english language is suttle and conniving, and it doesn't work well as a means of description. that whole thought process seemed more clear in my head.
also, the song 'if god was one of us' is the most awful piece of preaching bullshit song that's ever been written. i hope it dies.
-kevin federline
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Monday, May 22, 2006
summertime brain atrophy prevention, first attempt: web logs
people should use their blogs more often, for a number of reasons.
oh geez.. i didn't get to write this. instead i played gunbound until 2 am.
.....so much for.. anything.
-aaron b
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Friday, May 19, 2006
My band at the Flywheel tomorrow
Hey guys,
even if The Smokey Wambas don't exactly rub you the right way, with our smooth jams and bumpin moves, I'd seriously consider attending the show regardless. The reason: the Flywheel's rent has raised considerably and they're having a string of shows to directly benefit the venue. Every ticket sold helps, and I can promise you a good performance by us. We're all doing what we can help out a venue that has done nothing but embrace the artistic community around Western Mass, and six dollars a ticket to help isn't exactly highway robbery.
If you can't make it, it's understandable, and this is just one of many. However, if you weren't doing anything tomorrow night anyway, do the Flywheel (and me, your buddy Aaron) a favor and come check out the bands.
Show starts at 6pm, it's $6... the Wambas are a 6-piece
Calibur Per Capita
The Smokey Wambas
Running With Karma
(Yucky Octopus?)
Thanks so much.
-Aaron B
ps. I'm also going to post this as a bulletin.
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Wednesday, May 17, 2006
coffee makes me feel gross
bleh.
one day on tour, at 5 in the morning, a little after sid had finished his driving shift, we had stopped off at some gas station in a little middle-of-nowhere part of ontario. we all got out to stretch our legs, to wake up a little bit, and to have sid mosey around the gift shop (one of his very favorite things to do). he and i ended up buying these little pseudo-cappuccino french vanilla businesses and started back out on the road.
sid took his like a champ, literally downing it in about a minute, and then passed out. i found this mildly amusing, because i know that i bought mine to stay awake. now, for some paranoid reason, i have a very difficult time driving with a hot beverage in my car. even when it's resting comfortably in the cup-holder, with the top on securely, and i'm driving on a straight road, i still tend to flip out about it a little bit. so, emulating sid, after it cools off a bit, i drink most of the thing in about ten minutes.
as the drive persists, i begin to feel like absolute hell. my stomach lining was thoroughly prepared to take the torture of the beverage without the slightest hint of dignity. as day broke, the climax of my shift was when the jack rabbit i had swerved to miss had still managed to hit it's head on the back bumper of my car and perished. feeling completely broken, i ended my three-hour shift rather abrubtly. when i didn't think it could get much worse, sid, unfazed by the string of events took the opportunity to smugly reaffirm that i had indeed killed the rabbit.
the fucker.
-aaron b
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Monday, May 15, 2006
AHHHHHHHHH
Current mood: aggravated
please, please, PLEASE someone tell me how shit like this gets circulated. please, please PLEASE tell me that there isn't anyone out there that actually believes this.
THERE WAS A BOY
WHO HAD A CRUSH ON A GURL
WHO WAS 14
BUT HE DIDNT NO WAT TO DO
SO HE SAID
SHOULD I TLK TO HER
OR
SHOULD I JUS KISS HER
BUT THEN HE DECIDED TO TLK TO HER
SO THEY TALKED
BOY-HII
GURL-HI
BOY-WAT R U DOIN
GURL-NUTTIN
BOY-DO U HAVE A BOYFRIEND
GURL-NO
BOY-DO U WANT ONE
GURL-HE HAS TO BE NICE AND SWEET AND NOT SHADY
BOY-DO U LIKE ME
GURL-NOT REALLY
BOY-OHH OK
GURL-R U MAD
BOY-NO
GURL-OK
THEN HE LEFT
AND WENT HOME
ADN FOUND A GUN IN HIS DADS DRAWer
THEN BEFORE HE DIED HE SAID
"GOD LET ME DIE FAST AND EASY"
THEN HE HEARD A VOICE THAT SOUNDED LIKE GOD
GOD-DONT DO IT IT IS NOT WORTH IT
BOY-YES IT IS SHE DONT LOVE ME
GOD-YES SHE DOES
BOY DROPS THE GUN AND SAYS
"HOW DO U NO"
GOD-BECAUSE IM GOD
AND FADED AWAY
BUT THE BOY DID NOT BELIEVE IT
SO HE PICKED UP THE GUN AND
HEARD A VOICE AGAIN AND SAID
STOP LIENG TO ME AND SHOT THE GUN AT THE VOICE
BUT WEN HE LLOKED HE SAW THE GURL OF HIS DREAMS DEAD
HE HAD KILLED THE GURL
AND THE GURL HAD CAME TO HIS HOUSE TO TELL HIM THAT SHE WANTED TO GO OUT WIT HIM
AND HE SAID
HOW...HOW...HOW COU...COUL....COULD...I , baby im sorry
AND THEN HIS DAD CAME IN AND SAID "WAT HAPPENED"
AND THE BOY SAID
I...I...KILEED...HER
THEN THE BOY PICKED UP THE GUN AND KILLED HIMSELF
IF U LOVE SOME ONE SO MUCH THAT U WOULD DIE FOR THEM OR EVEN IF U DONT LOVE SOMEONE BUT U HAVE A CRUSH THEN REPOST THIS SAYING "baby im sorry" AND UR LOVE WILL CALL U OR TLK TO U ONLINE
P.S DONT IGNORE THIS
i like how they said "p.s. don't ignore this". or what? my date won't go 'lol' at my jokes? just because you're 14 doesn't give you the right to be an idiot. whoever wrote this should jump off a cliff.
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Wednesday, May 10, 2006
i ran away to the circus when i was twelve
i chased after the elephants, and picked up their... smellllll. sorry, i'll take any chance to quote twilite i can.
the context of which: my family and i went to go see the circus tonight. ringling brothers: barnum and bailey's greatest show on earth. or was it? upon arrival, i noticed what seemed to be protesters in front of the civic center. i asked my dad "protesters? what for? you think it's for animal rights?" and of course it was (the activists for clown rights [clown care] are still strictly underground, you see). as we walked past them, i couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as a vegetarian. i looked at the signs, and gave the protesters a friendly smile just as my mother told me to pay them no heed. i think she was worried about seeing any graphic posters. out of sight, out of mind i suppose. how very american i felt at that moment.
we got inside, i told my mom i wanted her to buy me a guinness. she told me to shut-up, and into the stadium we went. the stage display was somewhat less majestic than i had imagined. i guess they were holding the same show that night in hartford however, and they had cut their display in half for that show. it was a small crowd, but more than expected on a wednesday night i think. the show started with more of a pop than a bang, and the host for the evening appeared. i was more interesed in how sparkly everyones clothes were than what they were actually saying. then we stood for the national anthem.
what the fuck?
the last i checked, this was the circus, and not a fucking baseball game. my mother dragged me to my feet, and after the particularly unenthusiastic rendition of the spangled banner, the party got started. as the clowns tried to warm up the audience, i became particularly recpetive, because suddenly i felt sympathetic as a performer. they have to go out and perform the same show every night, and it's up to the crowd whether or not they want to participate. i figured that they were out there because they were doing what they wanted to do with their lives, and i wasn't going to look down my nose at that. more power to them!
on a whole, the show was pretty.. boring. i think the mystique is lost on those who aren't young kids/parents of young kids.
uuhhh.. i'm too lazy to continue.
-aaron b