brian said "oh, word" to pat.
Man, I really love riding my bike. I can't even explain it.
...Zooming by traffic, in and out of cars, yelling back at tourists, yelling at cars to use their blinkers/eyes, singing along to my ipod, head banging to the cro-mags, seeing the sunset in real time, not having to worry about paying for parking, meters, gas, being outside; smelling the fresh air(note: being in LA condradicts this, but we'll pretend I live in some mountain-ess town with lots of green things), getting exercise, being able to ride up the huge hills of west hollywood better each time, being an unlawful bad-ass... It goes on. Honestly, I wish I had enough energy to ride non-stop all day. Today was pretty much the perfect weather for this, too, and having it be pay-day certainly helped. Even riding in the rain is fun, minus the fact it IS extremely dangerous to do so in a city that rarely gets precipitation. Fuckin' yuppies. If my camera was in working condition still, I would take the most stellar picture evidence of this. Maybe even video.
I love glorifying ridiculous things I read on the internet(see: b9board.com/hvscene.com), and having myself laugh until tears come out of my eyes. It really does make everything better, in whatever instance where there's room for more betterness. I would link you all wonderful readers to what specifically triggered this statement, but I'll save you the disgust.
So, I got a bunch of new tunes tonight from this lil' a-hall I know. So far, sooo good. I like exchanging music. One of the best feelings is introducing an artist I love to someone, and have them fall in love with them too; and from that, hearing their thoughts on the artist that may be different than mine. I've been getting into newer bands lately more than ever it seems. Bands I've slept on for years, even. I thoroughly enjoy it. God knows I have a disgusting amount of down time to listen to it all. I really don't know where I'd be if I didn't have such a well rounded taste in music. That sounds cocky, but I don't say that to glorify my taste/myself, or stroke my ego, but I just mean, I couldn't see myself being as happy as I am just listening to one or two genre's of music. So boooooooooring. Some people don't even care for music at all! Or they just say they really like the dave matthews band. Granted I do listen to them time to time, they're 'that' band these types of people keep in the back of their pea-brains for when any music related question/conversation comes about. Almost like matt damon just repeating - "MATT DAMON" - "DAVE MATTHEWS BAND". I just imagine every moment of their lives to be swallowed by silence. Nothing. Not even humming! I'm a huge hummer. I use to get in trouble in second grade for humming too much. Mrs. Schermens(sp) class. Music has just given me so much.
A month and one week. Anxious is an understatement. So many awesome things will take place from then on. For those of you that still do not know what this is in regards to, well, keep keepin' on!
Work at 8am? What's that? Fuck that shit. I don't need to go into work that early. Yes, Yes, I do. But do I need to finally fall asleep to not be a half-open-eyed schmuck? No! BLACK COFFEE, MOTHER FUCKER! Black blood. My heart's still red, promise.
Sup world. Ramble on...
EDIT: Brian, you have to have a bazillion camp-fires this summer. Come on, man. And yes, I'll help chop wood down, can it. Maybe even a rick roll'd fire?... Just maybe.
...Zooming by traffic, in and out of cars, yelling back at tourists, yelling at cars to use their blinkers/eyes, singing along to my ipod, head banging to the cro-mags, seeing the sunset in real time, not having to worry about paying for parking, meters, gas, being outside; smelling the fresh air(note: being in LA condradicts this, but we'll pretend I live in some mountain-ess town with lots of green things), getting exercise, being able to ride up the huge hills of west hollywood better each time, being an unlawful bad-ass... It goes on. Honestly, I wish I had enough energy to ride non-stop all day. Today was pretty much the perfect weather for this, too, and having it be pay-day certainly helped. Even riding in the rain is fun, minus the fact it IS extremely dangerous to do so in a city that rarely gets precipitation. Fuckin' yuppies. If my camera was in working condition still, I would take the most stellar picture evidence of this. Maybe even video.
I love glorifying ridiculous things I read on the internet(see: b9board.com/hvscene.com), and having myself laugh until tears come out of my eyes. It really does make everything better, in whatever instance where there's room for more betterness. I would link you all wonderful readers to what specifically triggered this statement, but I'll save you the disgust.
So, I got a bunch of new tunes tonight from this lil' a-hall I know. So far, sooo good. I like exchanging music. One of the best feelings is introducing an artist I love to someone, and have them fall in love with them too; and from that, hearing their thoughts on the artist that may be different than mine. I've been getting into newer bands lately more than ever it seems. Bands I've slept on for years, even. I thoroughly enjoy it. God knows I have a disgusting amount of down time to listen to it all. I really don't know where I'd be if I didn't have such a well rounded taste in music. That sounds cocky, but I don't say that to glorify my taste/myself, or stroke my ego, but I just mean, I couldn't see myself being as happy as I am just listening to one or two genre's of music. So boooooooooring. Some people don't even care for music at all! Or they just say they really like the dave matthews band. Granted I do listen to them time to time, they're 'that' band these types of people keep in the back of their pea-brains for when any music related question/conversation comes about. Almost like matt damon just repeating - "MATT DAMON" - "DAVE MATTHEWS BAND". I just imagine every moment of their lives to be swallowed by silence. Nothing. Not even humming! I'm a huge hummer. I use to get in trouble in second grade for humming too much. Mrs. Schermens(sp) class. Music has just given me so much.
A month and one week. Anxious is an understatement. So many awesome things will take place from then on. For those of you that still do not know what this is in regards to, well, keep keepin' on!
Work at 8am? What's that? Fuck that shit. I don't need to go into work that early. Yes, Yes, I do. But do I need to finally fall asleep to not be a half-open-eyed schmuck? No! BLACK COFFEE, MOTHER FUCKER! Black blood. My heart's still red, promise.
Sup world. Ramble on...
EDIT: Brian, you have to have a bazillion camp-fires this summer. Come on, man. And yes, I'll help chop wood down, can it. Maybe even a rick roll'd fire?... Just maybe.