My day with Less Than Jake

I don't know what it is about me and weird ass dreams. It seems like I've moved away from the normal flowing water dreams it to just flat out abnormal. It could be last night that I listened to Streetlight and it carried over to LTJ in my dream. Very interesting topics that dreams are actually. I learned a couple days ago in Philosophy that according to Hobbes that dreams are a recollection of your imagination. However, in Psychology dreams are wish-fulfillment according to our favorite nut job Freud. But yah me and LTJ were in the mall and they were playing a show in the Hot Topic there. It was cool cause they my were like my best friends and played all the songs that I wanted them too.  And then we sat down in a circle with an acoustic guitar and just jammed. That would be awesome if it was real.

Last Night's Show

Saw the Young Dubliners and this funk band opened yesterday, these were the things I wrote down to remember for later.


Things to remember:
1. What the funk?
2. WTF is up with scatting?
3. The drummer is the whole band
4. We are the youngest ones here
5. Band is Jelly Bread
6. I'm pretty sure you don't play an encore unless asked.
7 why does the black buy and white guy have opposite voices?
8. Old people dance weird
9. Ooooo look a single mom get it grrrrrril
10. Drunk bitches
11. Mix cd idea, White Bitch Anthams
12. This guy is wearing a kilt
13. Urban dictonary Swamp Donkey
14. The Young Dubliners are quite old
15. Dancing cliches
16. Kilt man is trying to riverdance
17. Violin solo of Somewhere Ove the Rainbow?


Sent from my iPod

St. Patty's with Belen, Nat, Spence watching black movies. Kickn back some Guinness and pizza.

Win.

-Until then, bitches be crazy!

My First Counselling Appointment

Today I went to my intake appointment at the Thompson. It was cool the waiting room was like a fucking jungle. There were fake plants everywhere! I filled out some arbitrary paperwork that was all rlease forms and shit in this beach-esque waiting room. They had a Yellow Tang in the saltwater tank :3 After all the paperwork was done I got CRAZY HOBERMEN SPHERE LADY!!!! :D So we just talked about what the goal of counselling was. When I got out I felt really happy immediately and a tad hungry. We also discussed drugs and alcohol which she thinks is a factor to all my woes. I would just like to say that it's a social thing and  that I dont have any dependence.... I hope. Im excited for my next meeting on April 4th.
-Until then, bitches be crazy!

Damn you music

songs that are great while camel riding.
1.Situation -Yaz (start)
2.Countdown -Phoenix (put this somewhere near the end)
3. Centerfold -The J. Geils Band (why is this song so fucking long?!?!?! <-somewhere in the middle)
4.Float on -Modest mouse (near the end)
5. Jessies Girl -Rick Springfelid (:D near the top!)
6. Mabel -Goldfinger (near the top)
7. I just Died in Your Arms Tonight -Cutting Crew (top lulz teir_)
8. Summer Rains -Coconut Records (near the end)
9.Anything B D
10. Mr Brightside -The Killers (near the middle)
(listen to more H20)
11.Video Killed the Radio Star -by every fucking band on the entire planet(near middle)
*This Too Shall Pass -Ok Go (check out album "Of The Blue Colour of the Sky")
12. Dear Maria -All Time Low (near the top
13. Some day -( :D near the upper middle)
At the end goes songs in the Chill Playlist

-Until than, bitches be crazy!

I dont think you guys understand

Fucking Einstiens Brothers Bagels. I love them. Ever since I was a wee tot they have been my favorite breakfast food. So simple but so delicious. All you have to do is toast them and then put cream cheese on them. This has to be the greatest day in my life guys. I LOVE BAGELS. The fact that they are Jewish makees it even better. Not only do Jews have hot women who make great wives, but they have nom-y food. Oh hey look theres my dealer, he would be here. I think its cool that they have a place like this where I have a nice hunting ground for some nice Streisand looking bitches. I hope they have a frequent buyers card so I can rack that shit up. Oh and they have pretzel bagels too! My favorite mall food AND my favorite breakfast food. Holy fucking food-gasm.

-Until then, bitches be crazy!

Oh nostailgia

Just looking back on where I've come and who has made me who I am. All the people in high school who I have had the pleasure of knowing have shaped me into the person that I am today. Every ounce of time invested in those friendships is something that I hold dear. Even the ones who I didnt talk to much I am still thankful. The ones I did though were there for the laughs and for the cries. Being completely independent when it comes to my family left me feeling empty inside. But I have something better than that. I made my own family. A family who doesn't take shit from anyone. I have no regrets at all what I did in the past and look back on those small moments that made me genuinely happy. Time for me is not an indicator of how strong my friendships are, but it is the snapshots in time in which things were just normal. Cause in all of high school thats all I striven for. For someone to notice me and to feel praised. So here is to the ones who I call my friends whither past or present, near or far, mute or talkative, you have all made me what we all hope to be. Happy.

-Until then, bitches be crazy.

An open letter to you,

Hi. Hows it going? We dont talk much but it seems like we both know what each other is thinking. The parts that you show to me are beautiful and I dont see it that much. I cant help to feel like life either gives way too many chances, or that is gives away not enough chances. We cant look into a crystal ball and know what happens, but we will know what we have learned from the past. Maybe it was even myself who was too fearful at times into what I might discover from you. Cause I shut myself out aslo. But only doing that opened me up more to you. The thing is that youre a mystery to me sometimes. If I like this much of you, there should be no reason why I wouldnt accept you wholeheartedly. I want to show you how good of a person I am. I want something that means something. I want to know what love is. So no this is not hearkbreak. This is a lament to our times. We don't know what would happen if we took another path, but theres always a way to pause, rewind and hit play from the begging again.

"I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to." -Donnie Darko

What this blog is....

To be completely honest I have no clue what this is going to become. Here I am in my second semester of college begging to settle into the freedoms that I have come to love. Reno is different but it feels like home to me. Mainly it seems like this will be an outlet for me to look back on my adventures here at good ol' Nevada, or it will be a collection swoosie typings that will be gargled on the keyboards of my laptop. I have many journals in my desk drawer that are blank right now and need to be filled. Throughout this semester if I have random thoughts or clippings I think I'll post it there and maybe take a picture of it. My mommy issues will also find a home here also when I feel the need to bitch as I please. So I depart from this introductory post with a quote that I came up with...

I write for me, but because of others

-Until then, bitches be crazy!