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I've been thinking about this song for the longest time, but never while I was at the computer. I'm not sure if it's some subliminal message, but I really like it.

Jagged Edge and Run DMC:

http://www.americanbrideohio.com/files/Jagged_Edge_-_Lets_get_Married_Remix_.MP3

To call or not to call

I did call. I wished Leah a happy birthday, even though I really didn't want to talk to her. Welp, hope it was fun for her.

And I don't want to fall in love with you: http://chiron.blogs.psychologies.com/ecrannoirnuitsblanches/files/01_Wicked_Game_-_Wicked_Game_-_Chris_Isaak.mp3

Again: http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/462852_pwb3n/stuttering.mp3


OOOOOOOO, HOLY DIVER! http://bt.noblehost.com/misc/Holy%20Diver.mp3

She's a brick...

and the rest is in this song.

http://www.wokeupwaytoolate.com/filedump/WASO%20mp3s/Ben%20Folds%20with%20WASO%20-%2007%20Brick.mp3

This version too, because I need a download source:

http://students.haverford.edu/crubin/WoC/rubin.1/folds_brick.mp3

Lnongest...

...run...ever... /die

Seriously? Serious seriously?

I know people are jaded these day, especially when it comes to human beings and their rights, man made and natural. There is a story I heard that I would like to share with you all, and you can form your own thoughts, because we would do that anyway, no matter what I say.

The story begins at around noon, or afternoon, or whenever old retired people and the unemployed are out and about at the same time (probably around 3 p.m., and for different reasons). A lady was at a crosswalk with her brand new shiny baby waiting for the green man to appear! Clash ow the walking man signals?! Naruto aside, ye... There was also an elderly woman there, waiting to cross the street.

I forgot how much I hate typing, so here is the end. Lady has the old maid hold the baby, then books it, leaving the baby with the grey. My thoughts were this "HAHAHAHAHAHA... fuck. Really? Seriously, no other way to get rid of a baby?"

And they smell like Pine-Sol

Women are like the forest; mysterious and full of wolves.


Dear everyone,

I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I just can't bear to spend my final days slowly shrivelling up and drying out. We all know the end is coming. You might say I just took a shortcut. Please remember me as I was - green, moist, gently swaying in the breeze - and not as the grotesque red thing I turned into at the end. I love you all. Don't cry for me. I'm somewhere better now (on the ground, I mean) and I look forward to meeting you all there again someday.

Goodbye,
Leif Maple

Rising Sun? Battle of the Naruto dramatic titles!

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun (read: sin)

This song is a classic, and today I talked to someone that thought Muse was the original artist and got pissed off when I said "I don't think Muse wrote that song". Oh now, how dare I insult their beloved "original" band. The most famous versions are by Bob Dylan, The Animals, and obviously The Muse.

I compiled a few of them here:

Muse: http://missbell.europe2blog.fr/miss_bellamy/files/house_of_the_rising_sun.mp3

The Animals: http://www.kloosterman.be/sounds/rising-sun.mp3

Dylan: http://kiv.pp.ru/house/music/bob_dylan.mp3

http://content.ytmnd.com/content/9/9/f/99f406a5583cf71d4ced0b5352a3a3e9.mp3

Yeee Son.

Time to get down and dirty. Pop and lock it ll the way down.

http://www.kidamericaclub.com/ShortCircuit.mp3

So I'm using this blog as a download whore now, hope you don't mind.
(Do you like how I said "So" first? It's like I'm being a dick :D)

STEAL http://endji2.free.fr/Banque%20son/Daftpunklive/12.%20Aerodynamic%20%5BDaft%20punk%20remix%5D.mp3

I can, I shall.

Rather than regret doing nothing, regret something you've done.

NameWithheldwouldbeLeah

And what an exceptional idiot she is.




[00:27] Namewitheld: nevermind, sorry for bothering you, bye


..... AHHEEEEEEHEEEEEEE!

I'ma add this: http://justin.gaynotgay.com/lj/My Baby Daddy.mp3

I'ma add dis too: http://www.staytrueclothing.com/mp3/02 - Hang Me Up To Dry.mp3

dam so liek

I'm going back to school to learn something in hopes of landing a phat job.
In the past, I haven't done so well in the college deal for some reason or another, possibly it's the time thing. Well now that's out of the way. I'm quitting my job at Kohl's to focus on school full time, maybe that will help me get through it, not maybe, hopefully. With that, I'll have no money. Noooooooo money. No money means no gas, no money means no insurance, no money means scarce food. The biggest one is the whole counterpart thing. I want someone, a certain someone, but how the hell am I going to take care of them if I can't do myself? I know that money shouldn't be an issue if you like/love someone, but damn, having it makes it alot easier to, y'know, live. With what little money I have left, I'll pay for my classes/books and HOPEFULLY get some tickets to a Foo Fighters concert.

Good luck Marshall, you will effing need that es.

http://dodge77.com/June%202007/09%20Boy%20with%20a%20Coin.mp3

Spot holder. Hey, let's all be prothetic.

Whowhat? Twitter?

Transformers, robots on the movie screen. Saw that mess with nine other nigs. No need to really elaborate, but I will. 10 comedians + crazy ass movie=good times. 10 friends + time after a movie= wtf lol.

How did I spend the fourth of July? By blasting Swedish music as loud as I could, of course.

This band called The Knife is amazing, just amazing. There haven't been many bands that I just listen to for dayyyyys on end, but this is one. Here is my favorite song by them, it's called Heartbeats: http://theprettiestpony.typepad.com/the_prettiest_pony/files/01_heartbeats.mp3

Here is some cover that some guy did, not very good in my opinion, but the ladies will like it because it has acoustic guitar:

http://kocharhook.com/nick/sow/music/Jose%20Gonzalez%20-%20Heartbeats.mp3

Good luck guys, or guy, or Marshall. Maybe I should share this blog with someone.... NAH.

HEY GUYZ

Lemme post da lyrics of a Chromeo song if I may, feeling a little poetic, " ". Damn man, that wasn't really as deep as I wanted it to be, but I should get out of the mud before I go into the mind. Rafael, I would like to thank you for being there, always. I hope you're having a good time in EL SALVADOR. OH YEAH, YOU FORGOT TO TELL ME YOU WERE LEAVING. Tennis is alot harder with a wall, it doesn't hit the ball right back to me like Rafa. But when did we ever hit it back and forth for over thirty seconds? Good luck with the Missionary stuff there, hope you come back enlightened, lord knows, I'll ask all kinds of crap that you want nothing more than to get away from when you return.

Hunger: A state of mind?

Well, I haven't eaten ANYTHING over the last 60 hours, and I haven't had a meal for 72 hours. Honestly, I'm not hungry now either. The first day of this "fast" was the worst because of all the temptation and because it was the first day breaking a routine that I go through. Everything looked so good, even salads!! But on the second, and this day, I haven't really felt hungry.

Colonoscopy took place this morning, and the sedative didn't work so I was awake for the whole thing. When they found out 1/3 of the way through, I said "'scool" and they kept going on. It was like I was watching a spelunking video on three screens as they put the camera further in, snapped off a couple stalactites, and scraped on the walls.

Okay so this lack of nutrition is OBVIOUSLY affecting my train of thought and ability to form a sentence that makes sense. KFC here I come!

How much sushi could three friends stuff if three friends could stuff sushi?

Let's say... twenty effing eight dishes. Tonight I was going to experience sushi for the first time with Allan and John C. at some place in Roseville, and experience it I did. The format of the place is: you come in, sit down, take a look at the menu of 100+ items, order 5 the first time around, then 3 each time after. If you don't finish the previous order, you don't get to order again, which lead to some serious scarfageing, because the buy in is $17. We ordered our first round, which was all sorts of rolls for John and I like the Elephant Roll, the Dragon Roll, the Rock and Roll, The Cock and Roll, and the Rainbow Roll while John ordered similar rollthingies. I ordered these things because the names were lol, and to be honest, I had NO clue what anything there was, so it was going to be a shot in the dark anyway. It all came at once, and in the middle of the table, so we all ate some of each. Of these dishes, one was exceptional, but which one was it? This is where the fun/pain began. We asked the lady what they were, and due to some serious language/depth perception barriers, we couldn't get a straight answer. She DID say they were Salmon Rolls, so when it was time for the second order, we ordered 3 servings of it.... which turns out was some crap that we orderd before, but didn't like, but thatswhat the lady said they were. So we had to eat these things to get to what we really wanted, which we did. By this time, we were all reaching out limit. We eventually reordered everything we started with just to find out what these things were, but we didn't get them again! It must have been something that was meant for another table. Next time, we will find out....

Is it any wonder I've got too much *clap clap* time on my hands

Those hands, which are placed directly under my ass. They aren't tied either, which is embarrassing.

"Get good grades, don't fuck up." "Go to college, you need to because you will make us happy". Um, yeah, "FUCK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME". But, what WILL I do, eh? Eh!? How about nothing? Been there, done that, learned stuff about myself. I like to do things, but not necessarily start them, which is why I'm here. I have been cruising with no place to go, but all life to get there. Now I have a velocity (read: retained school knowledge), and it's toward a line man for some company. I'll try to find my diploma so I can go check things out, and, if I can get this going, I'll be making a good 10$/hour for the next four years. Not good, but after those four years, it's KWADROOPIEDALED!!11. Wish me luck, blog readers.

I don't need to talk to you, I've bowed to you every day.
You should stop talking now, but with two faces, how could anyone shut you up?

"My Mind is ls Laughing at Me"

I was all alone today, so I decided to sing. Not the usual sing whatever whenever, This was serious practice. I recorded myself singing "Did My Time" by Korn, and trying not to sound like a conceited bastard, I'm a good metal singer :D. If I'm ever confident enough, I'll put it on the internet for you to hear.

Something very very very deep that I wrote and everyone should try to read into it because it might mean something that would make me cool, dude.

People in my age group don't really have anything to say. Let's just quote songs and not give any credit to the author. Sound good? Good.

Too cool for otherblogthings.

After a long time procrastinating, I decided that posting something would do me good, in some way, however it may be.

This was originally going to be a blog about things, but then I came to my senses. Why? Who would read it? What's the point? And the biggest one of all; what do I have to say? I'll answer the last question with a big "nothing".


My mom presented a nice job opportunity with Cingular/AT&T to me the other day that could have turned my life around. It was a summer internship at a Cingular Wireless store that could have lead to a career with the company if they liked your performance. So I call the 1-800 thing to find out more (While I was on hold, I listen through Reload by Metallica until halfway through Unforgiven 2) and tell the person that answerd where I live, my age, my background, all sorts of stuff that is unnecessary because of what he tells me next, "Okay the two closest locations that are offering this position are in Lodi, and on East Bidwell in Folsom". I would think that piece of information is one of the first things they tell the inquiring person. The one in Lodi is out of the question, but East Bidwell, I had to see for myself, and I did. When I got home an hour and a half later, the answer was easy, NAH.

Photoshop is a wonderful tool, with the power to create beautiful things, and provoke anger three seconds later. I'm practicing Vectors and using my friend Leah's face for my model without her permission. o da well.

My next blog will be depressing, because I am.