| tonight
things are happening
in the woods
come to the vista at 7 pm to see mother mime, dirt vultures, and alot of other good people doing good things together.
and alot have been asking if i am dead, im not so dont worry friends. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| | i shaved my hair off, i have school tomorrow at 8 am, im really happy with what i'm doing, im excited for things to come. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| sooooo this saturday is my birthday and shat, everyone reading this can come to my house to eat at 1 PM, hang out, listen to my dad talk about the stones, then we will go do whatever all night...i'm not sure what that is yet, but i just want us all to hang out.
comment or call if you have any questionssssssssss. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| easily one of the best nights ever.
-shopping cart bowling
-attempted beer stealing in mt top
-radio towers
-dennys hot cakes
-wegmans electric wheelchair gang
-wal-mart promo ball
-sunrise under the cross valley
-hot cocoa and zoolander at 8 am | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| what an amazing night.
-there were deer on the baseball field at kirby park.
-a bear ran in front of the engines car, and then it climbed a tree.
-a skunk walked in front of me when i was getting out of my car.
craaazyzyzzzyyyy. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| so holloween pretty much fucking ruled. i was george jung from blow, complete with a creepy moustache and bags of powdered sugar. bill was washed up wilkes-barre jesus. nick and dj were pretty much themselves only they had socks down their pants. nicky was wearing a suit and alot of makeup, but hes got that hair that drives the girls wild. would you let us in to your house? i wouldnt.
thats not all. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| alright i really have to pee so this will be brief.
my cell phone has been off for like 6 days. it will most likely be back on tomorrow. you should all call me and phone sex me up.
things are great still. victoriabillnickyenginesteph and all my other amazing friends here, i love you.
i really need to make trips to visit college friends. god dammit.
whats going on for holloween?? anyone?
yes. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Not alot of 'nerd for me anymore.
Things are great, seriously.
College friends: I miss you.
I'm finally where I want to be again.
Thank you. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Andrew Michael Malone Carsillo: International Man of Mystery. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| i saw sgt snippy tonight. it was pretty awesome. thanks so much nogic for picking me up a wristband yo.
ohh man i miss my friends.
big things are coming.
ohhh my brainnn. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| i'm glad we live in a world where it takes 10 dollars to drive your fuel efficient car for about 70 miles. i wish this area was more accessable by biking or walking.
last night bill and i thought it would be a good idea to do some street sign assessment. it was a good idea.
we also thought it would be cool to sit in his garage til 3 smoking cigars and then put on motor cycle helmets and smash a chair, dinner plates and a tiffany lamp with a samurai sword and that free baseball bat i got at quiznos. god damn that thing comes in handy.
i hope gas goes down so i can visit my friendssssss.
Your eyes, like crashing jets
Fixed in stained glass
But not religious
You should pay rent
In my mind
Sing like the French say,
Bon soir regret a demain. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| started school yesterday, its soo awesome. well just the recording class is awesome. ohhh man im just so happy to be learning something i actually want to learn. we didnt even do anything today, just the stuff he was talking about got me excited. in a gay way too.
alot of tools walking around that place but i dont even care.
ive been playing a real lot of guitar lately, its been great. im finally getting my brain back on track after so long of being a mess.
ive also been hanging out with steph alot. shopping cart bowling = good idea.
i miss my friends in college, wilkes barre is back to suck season. expect visits from me soon/often. maybe without warning too you fuckers.
i feel inspired and refreshed, things are looking up. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| yesterday i got to visit nogic for a short period of time at her frat house (which i will say, is fantastic.) i'll most def be making trips there.
then it was off to psu where i surfed the hallways on a luggage cart and threw shitty 1.25 lo mein off a 4 story balcony. SPLAT.
kleebs making grilled cheese. byeeeee. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| so i guess while decahedron was on hiatus shelby went nuts and became a sailor, the outcome was the cassettes, and they were awesome.
after that we headed over to jeffs then to a pittston party. steph is hilarious. tonight was good.
ps nogic come back, the brigade just isnt the same. ugghghggggggggmeghhthogjau. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| alright nothing hurts more than coming to the realization that people that used to make up a huge portion of your life, people you shared your beliefs, feelings, thoughts, rants, fun times, and every other moment that mattered, just arent the same anymore. completly different, almost strangers, not even surfacing a hint of the amazing people they were. so far away and jaded.
or maybe it's me who has done this?
in either case, i'm so done with this town. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| this is an essay written by hunter s. thompson in 1955, when he was only 17. its titled "security"
Security ... what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? For the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. It is said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security a utopian goal or is it another word for rut?
Let us visualize the secure man; and by this term, I mean a man who has settled for financial and personal security for his goal in life. In general, he is a man who has pushed ambition and initiative aside and settled down, so to speak, in a boring, but safe and comfortable rut for the rest of his life. His future is but an extension of his present, and he accepts it as such with a complacent shrug of his shoulders. His ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a respectable, but average and prosaic man. But is he a man? has he any self-respect or pride in himself? How could he, when he has risked nothing and gained nothing? What does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? How does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar? If he thinks this is all well and good, fine, but think of the tragedy of a man who has sacrificed his freedom on the altar of security, and wishes he could turn back the hands of time. A man is to be pitied who lacked the courage to accept the challenge of freedom and depart from the cushion of security and see life as it is instead of living it second-hand. Life has by-passed this man and he has watched from a secure place, afraid to seek anything better What has he done except to sit and wait for the tomorrow which never comes?
Turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. Security was never theirs, but they lived rather than existed. Where would the world be if all men had sought security and not taken risks or gambled with their lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? It is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we receive the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must he laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death. These are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from life out of the imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. These are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. These are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but who wake at dawn to take their places at the now-familiar rut and to merely exist through another day. For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a treadmill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.
As an afterthought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed? | | comments: Leave a comment |
| so i guess andrew reynolds came to tgi fridays last night (along with tony hawk and willy santos, but who cares about them?) and i missed it. reynolds did the holday inn gap in the parking lot too. i didnt see it. fuck.
figures the one night i'm not a slave to that place something awesome happens.
one day im going to walk in and theyre going to tell me there was a fugazi reunion in dry storage.
EDIT EDIT EDIT: i forgot that i DID get to see KENNY ROGERS when he came in to the restaurant over the winter. so fuck youuuuu. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
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