This dream involves some mythology that you may not be familiar with, which is necessary to understand the dream. Therefore, first I will give you a brief overview of the story in question:
In the Mahabharat, the Hindu epic (win), before the war or anybody involved in it, there existed a king named Shantanu. Once, Shantanu went hunting, and he stopped by the river Ganges (known in India as the river Ganga, after the goddess who inhabits it). Suddenly, a woman dressed in white emerged from the river (the goddess...duh). Shantanu immediately fell in love with her. She agreed to marry him and go back to his kingdom under the condition that he would never question anything that she did. Shantanu agreed happily. Shantanu and Ganga had many children. Every time one was born, Ganga would take the child to the river and drown it. Shantanu was horrified at her actions, but could not question them. Finally, when she was about to drown the eighth child, he couldn't take it anymore and asked her why she was drowning the children. Ganga said that it was to protect them from a cursed life on earth, and now they could be happy in heaven, but since he had questioned her, she had to leave, and she could not drown the eighth child. He would have to live on earth. Ganga left. The child grew up to become an influential force on the kingdom. He was named Bhishma, and he played a large role in the war that took place later.
NOW, ONWARDS.
In my dream last night, it began with an aerial view of Shantanu's castle. It is a Gondor-like, typical castle, and there is a flag flying at the top of a walkway thing, similar to what Denethor jumped off of. As it zooms in, it becomes clear that on the flag are the incredible golden arches of McDonald's. Shantanu, every morning, comes out to raise the flag, and shouts "MAC-DONAAALDS!" in an intense Indian accent, if you can imagine. Then, he is informed by an attendant that he has a new child. He is excited. Then, he realizes that the child has been hung (this may sound horrible and nightmare-ish, but for some reason it was a bit comical in the dream).
This happened multiple days in a row, until finally Shantanu couldn't take it anymore, and so he asked Ganga what she was doing. She immediately jumped into a river and began to swim away, so he started to swim after her, attempting to keep up. Finally, they reached a secluded forest area. At this point, both emerged from the water, both dripping wet, of course, and broke out into a Bollywood style song and dance sequence that I wish I could remember. It was as if I was watching a movie, because there were various different views from different "cameras" that I could see at once.
Finally, they stopped singing and dancing. At this point, Shantanu suddenly morphed into Bhishma, without any kind of obvious morphing taking place. Bhishma was (of course) played by Ian McKellen. Suddenly, people all around were dropping dead, and it was revealed that there was a villain with ten heads that was killing them. Bhishma killed the villain. He began to look around, and suddenly he saw his head on everyone's body. EVERYONE WAS IAN MCKELLEN. WHAT A GOOD LIFE.
Monday, February 08, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
What to do?
The feeling of Senior Spring that was wonderful lasted about 10 minutes. Then I was bored.
It feels like that's how my life constantly is now. It fluctuates between being ridiculous and painful to entirely boring. Is this what we call a "sad truth"? Or is it just "the truth"?
The lyrics to a song that is not finished. I'm not sure where it is going, but I know that I kind of like the first line, therefore it has to go somewhere...Also, I have been informed by various people that this song sounds like it is referring to crystal meth, which I realize now is glaringly obvious, but I assure you, initially unintentional. I may change the name "Crystal" to make it not sound like that, but I kind of almost like the reference...
I’m riding the wave of the power lines
You’re walking beneath me, slow as time
Colorless, pale, absolute
There can be no reason, no reason at all
There can be no reason, no reason to fall
Beaks of birds move far too fast
Comprehension never lasts
Cleared away the thoughts of rest
Backing into the workday, the endless crest
Endless high
Endless high
Crystal I seek you, I seek you out
In the corner, breaking out
Gallant men, they said they were
Fools with crossbows, dead and hurt
Beaks of birds move far too fast
Comprehension never lasts
Cleared away the thoughts of rest
Backing into the workday, the endless crest
Endless high
Endless high
It feels like that's how my life constantly is now. It fluctuates between being ridiculous and painful to entirely boring. Is this what we call a "sad truth"? Or is it just "the truth"?
The lyrics to a song that is not finished. I'm not sure where it is going, but I know that I kind of like the first line, therefore it has to go somewhere...Also, I have been informed by various people that this song sounds like it is referring to crystal meth, which I realize now is glaringly obvious, but I assure you, initially unintentional. I may change the name "Crystal" to make it not sound like that, but I kind of almost like the reference...
I’m riding the wave of the power lines
You’re walking beneath me, slow as time
Colorless, pale, absolute
There can be no reason, no reason at all
There can be no reason, no reason to fall
Beaks of birds move far too fast
Comprehension never lasts
Cleared away the thoughts of rest
Backing into the workday, the endless crest
Endless high
Endless high
Crystal I seek you, I seek you out
In the corner, breaking out
Gallant men, they said they were
Fools with crossbows, dead and hurt
Beaks of birds move far too fast
Comprehension never lasts
Cleared away the thoughts of rest
Backing into the workday, the endless crest
Endless high
Endless high
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Dream Post #2: Animals, Boy Bands, and Labyrinths
I'm not sure exactly where this dream began. I think it was when my family and I were sitting in the backyard. Suddenly, there was a deer standing in front of us. We were kind of baffled as to how the deer got into the backyard, since the fences were still up, when the deer was followed by another non-dangerous animal. I don't really remember what this animal was, only that it posed no immediate threat. We came to the conclusion that soon there would be dangerous animals in the backyard, so we all went inside and locked the door.
After locking the door, we realized that there was still a plate of food outside, which we had to recover if we didn't want more animals in the yard. I snuck (why does spellcheck tell me that snuck is not a word?) outside, and grabbed the plate of food. By the time I got back inside, there were so many animals outside that I could barely close the door without letting any of them inside.
A few minutes later, I looked back out the window, and all the animals were gone. Instead, there was a group of about five guys in blue suits walking towards us in slow motion--Backstreet Boys style. Only two of them were even remotely attractive. They continued to walk towards us in slow motion. At this point the sequence of events became a little unclear.
I think that somehow there was now a party happening in our backyard. My parents were still inside, but I was in the backyard with another friend of mine who looked like a mix between an Indian and an Asian person, except only one or the other. In other words, she was sometimes Indian looking, and sometimes Asian looking, but never both. She approached one of the attractive guys (the more attractive one), and started dancing with him. It wasn't any kind of dancing I've ever seen--it was like slow dancing, except grinding at the same time. What? Anyways, in this dream I was a lot more attractive than I am in real life. The other attractive guy approached me and told me I was very attractive (good God, I'm insecure even in my dreams), and started dancing with me in the same strange manner.
We had been dancing for some time when we came over next to my friend and Attractive Guy #1 (AG1), and suddenly AG1 stopped dancing with my friend and grabbed me away from AG2. AG1 kind of looked like Bradley James, and I remember thinking that I should tell 'Do about dancing with someone who looked like Bradley James. AG1 and I danced for a while, and then the music stopped playing. During the course of dancing, I remember wondering whether my parents were finding it weird or inappropriate that I was dancing in a strange, almost-grinding way. They apparently didn't, and promptly disappeared for the rest of the dream.
It began to get dark, and we all sat in a circle on the lawn and started playing a game that we once played in Drama class in which you have to go around the circle tapping your hand once except your hands are linked with other peoples' hands. It's confusing. Anyways, we played this for a while. I was sitting next to AG1, and after a while he started kissing me (are you seeing a pattern in my dreams? Good job, you now know how desperate I am). Then I said I had to go, and they told me they were having another party later on.
I went into my house, which now resembled an office building. The walls were all white, and all the hallways looked the same. It was kind of like being in a maze, except I didn't ever feel panicked. All I remember is thinking that I had to find my way to the party that was happening later on, and asking random people in cubicles that I saw along the way where the party was. I wandered around for a while, and then fell asleep in one of the corridors. The moment when I fell asleep in the dream was the moment when I woke up in the real world.
After locking the door, we realized that there was still a plate of food outside, which we had to recover if we didn't want more animals in the yard. I snuck (why does spellcheck tell me that snuck is not a word?) outside, and grabbed the plate of food. By the time I got back inside, there were so many animals outside that I could barely close the door without letting any of them inside.
A few minutes later, I looked back out the window, and all the animals were gone. Instead, there was a group of about five guys in blue suits walking towards us in slow motion--Backstreet Boys style. Only two of them were even remotely attractive. They continued to walk towards us in slow motion. At this point the sequence of events became a little unclear.
I think that somehow there was now a party happening in our backyard. My parents were still inside, but I was in the backyard with another friend of mine who looked like a mix between an Indian and an Asian person, except only one or the other. In other words, she was sometimes Indian looking, and sometimes Asian looking, but never both. She approached one of the attractive guys (the more attractive one), and started dancing with him. It wasn't any kind of dancing I've ever seen--it was like slow dancing, except grinding at the same time. What? Anyways, in this dream I was a lot more attractive than I am in real life. The other attractive guy approached me and told me I was very attractive (good God, I'm insecure even in my dreams), and started dancing with me in the same strange manner.
We had been dancing for some time when we came over next to my friend and Attractive Guy #1 (AG1), and suddenly AG1 stopped dancing with my friend and grabbed me away from AG2. AG1 kind of looked like Bradley James, and I remember thinking that I should tell 'Do about dancing with someone who looked like Bradley James. AG1 and I danced for a while, and then the music stopped playing. During the course of dancing, I remember wondering whether my parents were finding it weird or inappropriate that I was dancing in a strange, almost-grinding way. They apparently didn't, and promptly disappeared for the rest of the dream.
It began to get dark, and we all sat in a circle on the lawn and started playing a game that we once played in Drama class in which you have to go around the circle tapping your hand once except your hands are linked with other peoples' hands. It's confusing. Anyways, we played this for a while. I was sitting next to AG1, and after a while he started kissing me (are you seeing a pattern in my dreams? Good job, you now know how desperate I am). Then I said I had to go, and they told me they were having another party later on.
I went into my house, which now resembled an office building. The walls were all white, and all the hallways looked the same. It was kind of like being in a maze, except I didn't ever feel panicked. All I remember is thinking that I had to find my way to the party that was happening later on, and asking random people in cubicles that I saw along the way where the party was. I wandered around for a while, and then fell asleep in one of the corridors. The moment when I fell asleep in the dream was the moment when I woke up in the real world.
Monday, January 04, 2010
The Way I Am
You all know me far better than I'd like to admit, and it's no secret that I'm not a very secretive person about my life. Okay, maybe it was, but it isn't any more. See?
However, I have changed quite a bit recently. It's pretty incredible the way stress affects people. I've already posted on the different ways I hate people, so I won't do that again. I thought about posting all the ways that people annoy me, but I realized that would end up being offensive and hurtful, and generally lose me a lot of friends. So instead, you get a collection of words that detail the ways in which I'm a bit obnoxious.
I'm really ready for college. I mean, sure, I'll miss my friends, and don't get me wrong, you guys are great in many different ways. I'll leave out the part where some of you are not so great in many different ways, because I'm attempting to be sentimental right now. But really, I'm ready for new friends. I'm ready for a new start. This isn't going to be as difficult for me as I thought it would. There are a few (two or three, at the most) people whom I will pine for every day of my existence, but I can deal with it. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm not really going to miss a whole lot about high school at all. Well, no, actually it isn't that hard for me to admit at all. It's just the truth.
I get attached to people really easily. Not just people, I get attached to almost anything really easily. But I also don't find it very difficult to break off connections. I'm going to warn everyone about this right now, so that you aren't offended later, but I'm absolutely crap at staying in touch. I'm not going to write you letters, I probably will only Facebook chat you very occasionally--and other than the people who I am extremely close to and have known for a long time, I probably will lose touch altogether. This is just a personality trait. Don't take it too personally. I'll probably cry at graduation. I'll probably be incredibly excited and happy the very next day.
I don't know exactly what the purpose of this post was, other than just to give you all a heads-up about a side of me you might not have seen coming (or maybe you have, in which case, kudos). Maybe I'm extremely selfish, as someone in my English class suggested, but really, I don't have that much of a problem with that. I'm okay with myself, finally, after all this time. I may not be confident about myself, but I've reached a point where my personality is something I can deal with, at the very least. Maybe that's awful--maybe you think I'm not really living. Well, truth is, I'm not really living. For a while now, and probably in the future, I'm just going to have to be content with getting by.
However, I have changed quite a bit recently. It's pretty incredible the way stress affects people. I've already posted on the different ways I hate people, so I won't do that again. I thought about posting all the ways that people annoy me, but I realized that would end up being offensive and hurtful, and generally lose me a lot of friends. So instead, you get a collection of words that detail the ways in which I'm a bit obnoxious.
I'm really ready for college. I mean, sure, I'll miss my friends, and don't get me wrong, you guys are great in many different ways. I'll leave out the part where some of you are not so great in many different ways, because I'm attempting to be sentimental right now. But really, I'm ready for new friends. I'm ready for a new start. This isn't going to be as difficult for me as I thought it would. There are a few (two or three, at the most) people whom I will pine for every day of my existence, but I can deal with it. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm not really going to miss a whole lot about high school at all. Well, no, actually it isn't that hard for me to admit at all. It's just the truth.
I get attached to people really easily. Not just people, I get attached to almost anything really easily. But I also don't find it very difficult to break off connections. I'm going to warn everyone about this right now, so that you aren't offended later, but I'm absolutely crap at staying in touch. I'm not going to write you letters, I probably will only Facebook chat you very occasionally--and other than the people who I am extremely close to and have known for a long time, I probably will lose touch altogether. This is just a personality trait. Don't take it too personally. I'll probably cry at graduation. I'll probably be incredibly excited and happy the very next day.
I don't know exactly what the purpose of this post was, other than just to give you all a heads-up about a side of me you might not have seen coming (or maybe you have, in which case, kudos). Maybe I'm extremely selfish, as someone in my English class suggested, but really, I don't have that much of a problem with that. I'm okay with myself, finally, after all this time. I may not be confident about myself, but I've reached a point where my personality is something I can deal with, at the very least. Maybe that's awful--maybe you think I'm not really living. Well, truth is, I'm not really living. For a while now, and probably in the future, I'm just going to have to be content with getting by.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Dream Post #1: Drinking, Pocket Watches, and The Bear.
Time to do what I do best: copy other people. I had a pretty crazy dream last night, as detailed below.
I'm getting a ride back from musical rehearsal. Since, of course, my house is on the other end of the universe, we have been in the car for two hours when the car breaks down somewhere in Seattle. We are in a neighborhood that is a "bad" neighborhood. I do not know where this neighborhood is actually located, nor do I know if it actually exists, but for the sake of my dream, there was a "bad" neighborhood, with "bad" houses, and sketchy looking people walking around.
For some reason, I was not scared by the "bad" neighborhood, and also for unknown reasons, it was assumed that we would have to spend the night in said neighborhood, because there was no way we could get like, a cab or anything. We walked into the house that the car had broken down in front of. It just so happened that the people in this house got a lot of situations like this, and they were perfectly happy to rent out a room to us for the night, provided that we could pay for it. I opened up my wallet and gave them money. I think it ended up being $1000 dollars for one night, but the money was all made out of toothpicks, so it was okay.
We went upstairs to our room. This is the point where who "we" are becomes unclear, because at some point it ended up being only me. I'm not quite sure who "we" were to start with, but there was definitely some other person in the car with me, because even in dreams, I don't have my license. When I got to the room, there was one girl sitting in the corner. She was around 12 or so, and she had in iPod headphones. I didn't want to disturb her, so I looked around. There were two more girls on the bed, who were around my age. They were making out. It didn't occur to me in the dream to be awkward, so I just observed them for a few seconds and then sat on the edge of the bed.
At some point, they asked me if I wanted to join them. This was still not awkward, so I started making out with one of them (the hotter one), and the other one looked a little lost. Then there was a knock on the door, so we stopped making out, and the door opened to reveal a large woman. They called her mom, even though she was black and they were white, and I'm pretty sure she wasn't their actual mom. This was intuition--they didn't tell me so, but I just knew. I also knew that she was not to know about us making out, so I kept my mouth shut. She yelled at them about something, and then she left.
Eventually, it became dark, and we decided that it would be really fun if we ordered some drinks. For some reason, there was some kind of liquor delivery service, like pizza delivery, so we called them and ordered a lot of vodka and rum and other such things. We were very much underage, but the person on the phone didn't bother to check. Finally, the doorbell rang, but the girls' "mom" answered the door. She got very angry at us, because we were not supposed to be drinking. At this point, she suddenly became my mom too. She started saying things like "what would your father say?", etc, and it was gathered that my father (and theirs) was dead. We all were looking for a pocket watch that he had supposedly left behind, since this pocket watch was the key to all knowledge or something.
Finally we opened a safe where they had stored all his belongings, and found many cool things, like a miniature christmas tree. At the very back of the safe was a pocket watch. We all rejoiced. Then, we walked out the front door of the house.
When we walked outside, we realized that we were in Red Square. Suddenly, the people I was with were gone, and it was just me in Red Square. I realized it was time for math class. I went into Allen-Gates and sat down in the classroom (which was actually the OChem classroom). Mr. Kresser came in and looked at some faceless boy and asked him for his homework. He gave it to him. I was worried, because I hadn't done the homework, having been on a quest to find a pocket watch. However, he didn't collect any more homework, and instead started reviewing a problem on the board. I was very curious about how to do this problem, since I hadn't understood it on the homework (that I had suddenly attempted). He was in the middle of his explanation when, alas, I was awoken by my father, informing me that it was noon.
Curses! I guess we shall never find out the answer to the problem, nor shall we get to drink the liquor we ordered or finish our make out session. Or get home from rehearsal, for that matter...
I'm getting a ride back from musical rehearsal. Since, of course, my house is on the other end of the universe, we have been in the car for two hours when the car breaks down somewhere in Seattle. We are in a neighborhood that is a "bad" neighborhood. I do not know where this neighborhood is actually located, nor do I know if it actually exists, but for the sake of my dream, there was a "bad" neighborhood, with "bad" houses, and sketchy looking people walking around.
For some reason, I was not scared by the "bad" neighborhood, and also for unknown reasons, it was assumed that we would have to spend the night in said neighborhood, because there was no way we could get like, a cab or anything. We walked into the house that the car had broken down in front of. It just so happened that the people in this house got a lot of situations like this, and they were perfectly happy to rent out a room to us for the night, provided that we could pay for it. I opened up my wallet and gave them money. I think it ended up being $1000 dollars for one night, but the money was all made out of toothpicks, so it was okay.
We went upstairs to our room. This is the point where who "we" are becomes unclear, because at some point it ended up being only me. I'm not quite sure who "we" were to start with, but there was definitely some other person in the car with me, because even in dreams, I don't have my license. When I got to the room, there was one girl sitting in the corner. She was around 12 or so, and she had in iPod headphones. I didn't want to disturb her, so I looked around. There were two more girls on the bed, who were around my age. They were making out. It didn't occur to me in the dream to be awkward, so I just observed them for a few seconds and then sat on the edge of the bed.
At some point, they asked me if I wanted to join them. This was still not awkward, so I started making out with one of them (the hotter one), and the other one looked a little lost. Then there was a knock on the door, so we stopped making out, and the door opened to reveal a large woman. They called her mom, even though she was black and they were white, and I'm pretty sure she wasn't their actual mom. This was intuition--they didn't tell me so, but I just knew. I also knew that she was not to know about us making out, so I kept my mouth shut. She yelled at them about something, and then she left.
Eventually, it became dark, and we decided that it would be really fun if we ordered some drinks. For some reason, there was some kind of liquor delivery service, like pizza delivery, so we called them and ordered a lot of vodka and rum and other such things. We were very much underage, but the person on the phone didn't bother to check. Finally, the doorbell rang, but the girls' "mom" answered the door. She got very angry at us, because we were not supposed to be drinking. At this point, she suddenly became my mom too. She started saying things like "what would your father say?", etc, and it was gathered that my father (and theirs) was dead. We all were looking for a pocket watch that he had supposedly left behind, since this pocket watch was the key to all knowledge or something.
Finally we opened a safe where they had stored all his belongings, and found many cool things, like a miniature christmas tree. At the very back of the safe was a pocket watch. We all rejoiced. Then, we walked out the front door of the house.
When we walked outside, we realized that we were in Red Square. Suddenly, the people I was with were gone, and it was just me in Red Square. I realized it was time for math class. I went into Allen-Gates and sat down in the classroom (which was actually the OChem classroom). Mr. Kresser came in and looked at some faceless boy and asked him for his homework. He gave it to him. I was worried, because I hadn't done the homework, having been on a quest to find a pocket watch. However, he didn't collect any more homework, and instead started reviewing a problem on the board. I was very curious about how to do this problem, since I hadn't understood it on the homework (that I had suddenly attempted). He was in the middle of his explanation when, alas, I was awoken by my father, informing me that it was noon.
Curses! I guess we shall never find out the answer to the problem, nor shall we get to drink the liquor we ordered or finish our make out session. Or get home from rehearsal, for that matter...
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I'd love to...get to know you.
Let's do a measurement of how much college is screwing me right now.
This is how much I would be screwed anyways:
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This is how much I'm screwed when college is added:
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Woooooooo!
I hate this. A lot.
Not going to talk about it anymore.
If anyone is curious, I finished the tune for that last song I posted (so exciting!).
Also I saw Avatar. It was great. It was like a massive drug trip...IN 3-D!!
Why did I start this post? I don't really have anything to talk about. I'm going to take some random quizzes on blogthings so that I can procrastinate a little bit more, and then post the results here.
What Kind of Beauty Are You?
Answer: You are a natural beauty!
(This is code for: you are no kind of beauty)
How Evil Are You?
Answer: You are 40% evil.
(This is code for: you pretend. A lot.)
What Hairstyle Are You?
Answer: You are dreads.
(This is code for: LOL)
What Age Do You Act?
Answer: You act like you are 22 years old.
(This is code for: you are entirely average in every way. Don't worry 'bout it.)
What Kind of Art Are You?
Answer: You are a drawing.
(This is code for: see above.)
Well, that was fun. What have information have we gleaned about me? We now know that I am completely average in every way. This is a great thing to find out while trying to describe (sell) yourself to college.
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Now let us look at this article:
http://flavorwire.com/57909/stereotyping-people-by-their-favorite-indie-bands
From this article, we can learn even more about me! Here is what we now know describes me:
Bros vaguely interested in listening to music and very interested in having sex with their girlfriend.
Hopelessly patchy beard growers.
People who think that world hunger could be assuaged with four part harmonies.
Gorilla Vs. Bear readers.
People with self-esteem issues and probably hate Ben Gibbard.
Frequent transcendental experience havers.
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Okay, now what do we know about me? That I am a stoner, that I have a beard, that I am interested in solving world hunger, that I hate Ben Gibbard, that I have self-esteem issues (truth), that I am vaguely interested in listening to music, that I am a bro, that I am very interested in having sex with my girlfriend (maybe truth).
The process of writing this post has been an educational experience. I now feel better equipped to describe myself to college. See the above paragraph. That is what I will say.
This is how much I would be screwed anyways:
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This is how much I'm screwed when college is added:
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Woooooooo!
I hate this. A lot.
Not going to talk about it anymore.
If anyone is curious, I finished the tune for that last song I posted (so exciting!).
Also I saw Avatar. It was great. It was like a massive drug trip...IN 3-D!!
Why did I start this post? I don't really have anything to talk about. I'm going to take some random quizzes on blogthings so that I can procrastinate a little bit more, and then post the results here.
What Kind of Beauty Are You?
Answer: You are a natural beauty!
(This is code for: you are no kind of beauty)
How Evil Are You?
Answer: You are 40% evil.
(This is code for: you pretend. A lot.)
What Hairstyle Are You?
Answer: You are dreads.
(This is code for: LOL)
What Age Do You Act?
Answer: You act like you are 22 years old.
(This is code for: you are entirely average in every way. Don't worry 'bout it.)
What Kind of Art Are You?
Answer: You are a drawing.
(This is code for: see above.)
Well, that was fun. What have information have we gleaned about me? We now know that I am completely average in every way. This is a great thing to find out while trying to describe (sell) yourself to college.
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Now let us look at this article:
http://flavorwire.com/57909/stereotyping-people-by-their-favorite-indie-bands
From this article, we can learn even more about me! Here is what we now know describes me:
Bros vaguely interested in listening to music and very interested in having sex with their girlfriend.
Hopelessly patchy beard growers.
People who think that world hunger could be assuaged with four part harmonies.
Gorilla Vs. Bear readers.
People with self-esteem issues and probably hate Ben Gibbard.
Frequent transcendental experience havers.
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Okay, now what do we know about me? That I am a stoner, that I have a beard, that I am interested in solving world hunger, that I hate Ben Gibbard, that I have self-esteem issues (truth), that I am vaguely interested in listening to music, that I am a bro, that I am very interested in having sex with my girlfriend (maybe truth).
The process of writing this post has been an educational experience. I now feel better equipped to describe myself to college. See the above paragraph. That is what I will say.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
OH MAN
OH MAN GUYS. I wrote a song. This song has actual music for the chorus. This is super exciting. I am choosing to ignore the fact that it will hardly be a minute in length. Whatever. Repeating verses is always an option. Here is my song:
Clever fingers meet your eyes,
At the crinkled corners just inside
We’ll hold your hands away, yeah
Black lines are drawn across your arm
The children are inside, the children are inside
Clearly marked with thrilling charm
The children stay inside, inside, inside
Clear away your classic songs
From the table where they remain
Remove them from my shaking arms
My blank eyes are to blame
My eyes take all the blame
Clever fingers meet your eyes
At the hardened corners just inside
Stay on the floor where I belong
You cleared away your classic songs
Multi-colored lights are shown
Above the trees, where grass is grown
I’ll lie awake on every night
Wondering where you’ve gone
Since you took all your songs
Cradled head in icy arms
Hold your head in breaking arms
Hold your head in silent arms
My eyes take all the blame
Yeah, that's my song. The temporary title is "Classic Songs", which may need to be changed. Also what may need to be changed is the verse beginning with "multi-colored lights", because I don't like it. It sounds like it was written by 10-year-old-me. Overall, this is not great, but it is not bad. Right? Right? And yes, I did write this song when I was supposed to be doing something else. That's okay. Right? Right guys?
Clever fingers meet your eyes,
At the crinkled corners just inside
We’ll hold your hands away, yeah
Black lines are drawn across your arm
The children are inside, the children are inside
Clearly marked with thrilling charm
The children stay inside, inside, inside
Clear away your classic songs
From the table where they remain
Remove them from my shaking arms
My blank eyes are to blame
My eyes take all the blame
Clever fingers meet your eyes
At the hardened corners just inside
Stay on the floor where I belong
You cleared away your classic songs
Multi-colored lights are shown
Above the trees, where grass is grown
I’ll lie awake on every night
Wondering where you’ve gone
Since you took all your songs
Cradled head in icy arms
Hold your head in breaking arms
Hold your head in silent arms
My eyes take all the blame
Yeah, that's my song. The temporary title is "Classic Songs", which may need to be changed. Also what may need to be changed is the verse beginning with "multi-colored lights", because I don't like it. It sounds like it was written by 10-year-old-me. Overall, this is not great, but it is not bad. Right? Right? And yes, I did write this song when I was supposed to be doing something else. That's okay. Right? Right guys?
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