Let the words flow.

"There are two types of education. One should teach us how to make a living, And the other how to live." -John Adams

Think about it.

To the people that send shivers up and down my spine (and not in a good way).

Do you really think you're cool?
Get over it.
Get over yourself.
I don't know who you're trying to impress, but it's not working.

New banner. Chippewa.

playing soccer in the south field,
skiing in the water,
this place is the best.

Why won't you speak?

There's so much to be said.

this really hit me.

so I'm reading a Patrick Stump interview, and he says this..
"When you write to what people want, that means that your only goal is to try to and--I mean, why do you want to please people so much? Probably to make money off of it or something, there's some ulterior motive, right?"

just write what you think is good. who gives a fuck about how people judge it. good music is stuff that comes from your heart. if that element's not there, it's just a bunch of crap. be original. explore uncharted territory.

with a lot of the up and coming bands in the indie/pop punk/rock/whateveryouwanttocallit scene, I think there's kind of a slump. in my opinion, bands are just writing what they think will get a good response. this may not be necesarily true, because I don't personally know these people or know what they go through while writing their music. that's just what it seems like from a listener's point of view. the truly great bands are the ones who are willing to go against all odds and put out stuff that they are proud of, stuff that they can look back on in 10 or so years and be like "wow, I'm really proud I can say I wrote that." if bands don't venture far from what's typical, how can they expect to make any progress?

I don't know, just an opinion...

chills. every god damn time.

if she cries, there's no better deep inside.
just let her know she ain't alone.

I guess some thing just never get old.

Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"
We're the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
And never had it at all

And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me

Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm not making any sense
Blame everyone but me for this mess
And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
We never seemed so far
I'm hopelessly hopeful, you're just hopeless enough
But we never had it at all

I LOVE DONALD PASSMAN.

"If you buy a load of plastic flamingos and can't sell them, you eat them."