Andrew

This journal is dead. Hence, this is the last post(it will be edited later to include the name of this eljay's prodigy). In today's news, I'm going to Charlotte today to get some rock in me and to see my Chryssi. yum.

Until then...


I <3 Danni

One of my favorite bands-also my favorite un-signed band- are doing a national tour, and are coming to the south-east. This is a No.Cal. rock band. "Patience is a Virtue" was my favorite song for a few years until I got hardcore into TBS. Before Monday, A Dose of Commentary, Addicted to Faith, etc etc etc, I have NEVER heard a song of theirs that I didn't like. That last date on the south-east list...yep, a SC tour date :D ME SO HAPPY Going to more than one of these dates is under SERIOUS consideration from myself. I've talked to the band members- told them how psyched I was- completely made myself seem like a groupie band whore. Its the second time I've talked to them and they've yet to dissapoint me. In any event, this is one of those rare times when I can support an unsigned band whose music I like and I'm positive is worthy to be played ahead of most if not all of the crap on the radio. The only other unsigned band that I've liked and talked to was Bleed the Dream, whose cds I bought when we hung out with them at last year's Warped(they'll be back this year and are on my list to see again). Needless to say, I'm too excited to write anything else, even though this is of no interest to anyone but me.

I <3 Normal Like You

and Danni of course.

Jun 27 2005 7:00P
Beta Bar Tallahassee, FL
Jun 28 2005 7:00P
The Imperial Jacksonville, FL
Jun 29 2005 7:00P
The Orpheum - TBA Tampa, FL
Jun 30 2005 7:00P
Ridgeport Pub Naples, FL
Jul 1 2005 7:00P
TBA Athens, GA
Jul 2 2005 7:00P
The Jinx Savannah, GA
Jul 3 2005 7:00P
TBA Atlanta, GA
Jul 4 2005 7:00P
South Carolina Vet's Hall Summerville, SC

The sharper the edge, the cleaner the wound. So, I'll be keeping it dull tonight for I deserve to live.

Hmmm, Bayside has been getting the overkill as of late, that probably isn't too healthy, but I've fallen back in love with it.

So, AOL is being a bitch. It logs me on, I can check my mail, but it won't "connect" to my instant messenger. On top of that, AIM is doing the same. *SIGH* In any even, you guys won't be seeing me on either of those until I get this thing figured out, or get the information I need to give Dell so that they can reset my computer to yesterday, when everything worked.

I've had significant progess with Irving's Garp. It reminds me of Catch 22 by Heller. That's a good thing for those of you who weren't sure.

Anyway, I've been reading...I retreived Keith from school...and I'm soon to go prepare a package for the lovely miss Danni. I may write more later...I want to finish, but I fear I've set my ambitions too high and that the subsequent fall may kill it. I am a stubborn bastard however, so I'm sure I'll finish it, albeit it won't be pretty. "...nearly everything seems a letdown after a writer has finished writing something."

Busy first half of the day being followed by a lazy latter half. Had a wonderful time with the beautiful Miss Dina, I hadn't seen her in ages. Speaking of hadn't seen in ages, LONNY showed as well. We ate in the food court then shopped and played around in the arcade before Lonny departed and Dina and myself headed over to BAM. I bought a West Point style hat, John Irving's The World According to Garp, and a few goodies to be sent off to my beloved Danni.

Weird coincidence? Dina pointed out that on this date two years ago, we graduated from high school. Today we just so happened to all three hang out when we really haven't seen each other much since that day. In other marlboro county news, we saw Throop today... I would have forgotten him by now...but then that would have been like forgetting who the unabomber(sp?) was...

My ride to Florence allowed me to rediscover Bayside, and reminded me where this LJ nickname came from. Here are the lyrics for the song "Loveless Wrists"- PG-13 lil' kiddies. ( BOOM )

As I presaged 2 entries ago, I finished my Thoreau. Thus, per my muse's admonition, I've begun my attempt at prose. I'm 8 pages in, addicted to the point of I shall most likely finish it, yet completely flabbergasted by the results. All this writing merely proves that I do not know how to write. It appears to be heading towards life as a short story; based about 90% on the happenings of last Summer, with the remaining 10% being fiction and a few fudged details along the way. The problem however, is the lack of conflict. I'm not sure if I want this to fall the way of a memoir...especially if I doubt I could pull off anything more than a short story. I seriously lack the ability to pull off any large amount of writing. My style is too mundane, too repetitive, to hold onto anyone's attention span for more than a page or so. Hell, you're probably not even reading this now for lack of interest... I've enlisted Hurley to help me think of things... afterall, he should remember a good deal of my finished work from his own personal experiences.

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I stoll Danni's googlism bit, my comments in bold. Here we go. ( Read more... )

I abnegated my bed at no later than a quarter 'til 11 today, just in time to rendezous with the Burghers at my door. I swear, Rodin was surpassed only by God in being able to create man from earth, although I must say, he made fewer mistakes. One of these days- fall break perhaps?- I intend to go see them for myself. Thoreau and I have scheduled our last indulgence for this mid-day; at which time, as per the request of my muse, I will try my hand at prose, albiet only until I procure more reading material, that is, excepting that I find myself adept. Being as I'm not at all very creative, I would appreciate any suggestions as to WHAT exactly to right.

( Wax with me. )

I have become quite impressed with my MYSPACE account- Found Here -and thus consequently, with my ability to copy and paste html code that is generated by other websites. Oh, but to become a master without any effort, practice, or learning whatsoever...I do so love modern society.

I have not had word with my Venus all day...I must rectify that presently.
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Another day, another ( update. )

I shall humor you all with a cut. ( Read more... )

To whosoever took it upon him-/herself to releive me of my heavenly manna otherwise known as a Milky Way(TM)Candy Bar. Have it be known to you that thou shalt rot in the depths of hell. On top of this, upon the birth of your first child, I shall take him leave of you and make a keychain to serve as a reminder that one should not touch the chocolatey, carmel goodness that is a delicious Milky Way(TM) Candy Bar when said candy bar does not belong to you.

Love,
Drew

Correction from the last post- when I mentioned my ego, I should have referred to it as "enormous".

Anyway, moving on. CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI CHRYSSI. I worried, I scoured the internet, had a friend in Pineville poor over the phone book and had altogether assumed the worst and had almost given up when lo and behold!- you messaged me. :D Now, to find a concert in Charlotte for we two to enjoy. Yum.

So there I was. Clothed only in boxers, surrounded by a blaring stereo and a few pancakes cooking over the oven...when lo and behold!- my phone rang. It was the School of Journalism- apparently I don't have the pre-req's to take Jour 335 Reporting(actually, I'm taking the pre-req this sem). Alas, I've had to change. Its still not definite but as of right now I am instead taking POLI 357, FILM,POLITCS&SOCL CHANGE but the time frame for that class- 6:30-10:00 on Tuesdays really hurts when looking at it on my schedule. However, the class watches an entire movie every week, so I would assume that would knock out a solid two hours of class time, leaving a much more manageable 6:30-8:00 lecture time, which I can handle, followed by a different movie every week, which may prove interesting.

What a day what a day- or night rather. I worked for 7 hours in the am, then rode to Flo-town with Hurley and ended up picking up a CD by Breaking Pangea. A bit soft- there is no screaming sadly- but it has a lot of the elements from the newer TBS cd in it, so I can see how they've influenced the boy's. Then, it was back to B'ville where Hurley, Phlip, Dustin, Eddie, Ron, and myself played umpteen matches of Halo. I hadn't played in months, but I was almost back to old form by the end of our playing- of which my team only lost once- HA! Then all we did was issue some prank calls. The recipiants?- some beach girls, a floridian, a pizza hut employee and almost someone's mother. Among the topics for discussion?- vagina pockets(yay shane), douches, and Karl Malone. All in all, good, hilarious fun.

Yesterday I got a postcard from Danni. It picked me up after 7 hours of blah at work. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get anything from her, I always felt so good reading her writing and I missed that- even if it is just a few lines.


Concerts... gotta get on the ball with those. Hurley...you have to help.


My heart is pounding on my chest- it's a wonder my ribs don't break my skin, releasing the flury of butterflies that are so evident in my stomach. The stage lights over the world dim and all that is left is a solitary spotlight- then I realize it's all for you.

August ...

OOoooh, Look at me...

*sorry, found old pics...decided to put them somewhere, didnt all fit on myspace...

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This journal began with the intent of being for rants, essay-type posts that tackled specific and broad topics alike. That never came to be. To remedy this(long time coming), I've made a seperate journal just for the aforementioned purpose. For now its Friends Only, and the only friend is myself...HA! at the moment. It may get opened later...maybe not...


now...if only I knew how to link to LJs... *SIGH*

figure it out yourself...not too difficult(ahem...user info ya losers)

Episode early this AM...swollen cheek...I look half retarded with only half of my mouth moving...correction...I look completely retarded. Accursed Iron...


8-5's for the record...blow more than a cheerleader at half-time.

It's 7:20 and I'm going to bed...wake me when the night begins.

Summer's going stale already...I need something to lift my spirits. Maybe the relay for life tonight? Not if this 8AM(didn't realize they still made that time) 'til 5PM shift kills me first.

Chryssi... Where the effin ell are ya my love? Seriously, this falling off the face of the earth thing bites. Who shall I harass about going to concerts now? :(

Shane... With your absence I find myself lacking in the anal sex department. *SIGH*

Allen(errr...Big Un)... This living in Virginia shit has to go, I expect you to big back in the Boro in August, followed by a move down to Cola for some Fall Semester hijinxs. Don't disappoint

Marlboro People... Go to relay...find me...especially if I haven't seen you yet COUGH*DINA*COUGH

Danni... Do I ever tell you that I *heart* you? You make a sap out of me.

Here's to cars mysteriously fixing themselves, drunken patrons, and root beer.

I used to have a Xanga...SoonToBeRevolutionary...but I haven't used it in over a year...and I don't have the password to turn off these friggin' updates that are driving me insane(alas, I know longer care how these people are doing in life). Too lazy to get the password sent to me this am, so this is to remind me to do it later. Deal with it.

Scrounging through my-still-packed-from-college-including-freshman-year belongings... I found Ben Okri's Stars of the New Curfew. Yay for me.

"My euphoria was as palpable as the loud clap of our hands colliding in my first soul shake. My transitional slide into step two was a little stiff, but I made up for it with a loud finger snap as our hands parted. Scoby gently placed his headphones over his ears and I skated away cool, dipped my right shoulder toward the ground, and with some dapper spinal curvature pimp-daddied back to my seat. I picked up the mimeographed Shakespearean sonnets Ms. Cantrell had handed out at the start of class, pressed my nose against the damp page, and inhaled the delirium of blue-inked love poems and newfound friendship."

Nothing says "Happy Mother's Day" like "Hey here are some Lillies, have fun with that manual labor thing!"

Hello LiveJournal. Here's the update for the last few days.

Quick recap... I've been home for a few days now, long enough to have some enjoyable moments, to beginning turning my head towards next semester, yet not quite long enough to turn completely away from the previous semester. The increasing multitude of nostalgic LJ entries (two, See) has me thinking back a lot, even though I know thats unfair to my friends here in cowboy-killer-county. I'm holding them up to an impossibly high standard on which I impose all the blame for upon Danni, because she is impossible to top.

My beautiful-photographer-assistant Anjay has succeeded in procuring me some pics for my internet endeavors. They are behind the lovely cut. I warn you however, some are not for the weak stomached. ( Read more... )