Without music, life would be a mistake

♪ let the beat go on ♪

one thing I did on my 18th bday
 my tat

Bowl of Oranges
The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "{I am terribly sorry but} there is nothing I can do for you
{that} you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.

(no subject)
I don't think I've actually talked about myself on this thing for awhile now. And I don't really want to start up again. Well...mmm, what's new...I'm going to the Univeristy of Nevada in Reno next year and as of now I'm going to be a voice major. The head of the department actually called my choir teacher and told him to tell me to try out for a scholarship...I think I am now. I just got back from the Brahms Requiem performance, which was so incredibly amazing! It seriously changed my life. I have been rehearsing with the Marin Symphony and the MS Chorus for a couple of weeks now and our first performance was tonight. We have one on Tuesday too @ the Marin Civic Center...yeah I don't know why I said that because I think all the tickets are sold out anyway and are $50 bucks. I also had a Chantons performance this morning which went well. I love them! If there's one thing (besides family and friends) I'm going to miss incredibly much when I go off to college, it will be being in that choir. I don't think people even know that. Dammit, I totally just talked about myself after saying I didn't want to because livejournal is lame! Actually, I've just kinda ignored it after getting a myspace hahaha. Royale with cheese, please!

This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
Their spreading blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go

And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realize that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you had just woke up
And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”

So if you want to be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Then waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time is different
I mean I really think you like me

(no subject)
Happy Easter to everyone who celebrates it!

(no subject)
Nobody sits like this rock sits
you rock
the rock just sits and is
you show us how to just sit here
and that's what we need

Happy St. Patty's Day!...you flippin' prostitute!

Angry Leprechaun: Beer Before Liquor PSA St.Patty's Day


And a good day to ya!

(no subject)
So there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fiancé seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. She was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of. And she was feeling very bored and despondent. And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the microphone and he’s saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god” and apologizing. And she looks at the man and says “Where are we going?” and he looks at her and he says “We’re going to a party. It’s a birthday party. It’s your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.” And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

We must talk in every telephone
Get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read
And in the face of every criminal
Strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn’t dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing

It’ll go like this:

While my mother waters plants
My father loads his guns
He says death will give us back to god
Just like this setting sun is returned to this lonesome ocean

And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
It was a wonderful splash

We must blend into the choir
Sing as static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And in this endless race for property and privilege to be one
We must run, we must run, we must run

We must hang up in the belfry
Where the bats and moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And in the caverns of tomorrow
With just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge

And then we’ll get down there to the very bottom of everything
And we’ll see it, we’ll see it, we’ll see it

Oh my mornings coming back
The whole world’s waking up
In the city buses are swimming past
I’m happy just because
I found out I’m really no one

Good times in Davis!

Before the hippy party in Davis (Ali, me, Jules)...frikkin' hippies...


Falling off the chair. Best picture ever taken of me.


...after the hippy party...



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" Holding these truths to be judged forever-the mark,the string,the skin & the vibration all set and aiming to please. This sister with her hands,and this brother with his knees. The slide is in the pocket and this neighborhood is showing up more than that. Our best friends aren't here to help, but maybe that's the best help they could give. An old song is also best but sometimes too easy. "How else can we help you?", the brother said, and the sister replied, "I don't know." The south is there and always will be. The north is home whether it's friendly or not. Something's going to let us know that these are the good days to remember, after children take up our time and take our place. But pride and happiness are always the same distance from our hands. "

When Shawnee's down for the weekend...

Who know's what could happen!?!?!?!

...Shawnee and I before doing...illegal things...

I always knew Jonas was gay...

Wait...WHAT THE? DAMMIT! ...let's pretend that never happened

ohh Shawnee! That's my girl! Beer booooonngg!

awww now that's what you call brotherly love!!!

Yes..that's Megan and yes she is in a tree...fuckin' monkey! <3

How precious!

Lee, Me, and Derek...yaaay!

...when did we go to Bell Market?...

coming home after a party and having a margarita party in Ali's kitchen!

What's better than coming home drunk to a kitchen full of alcohol and margarita makings? Thank's Debra and Dave! haha.






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