Went dancing

Lead great, all the girls said so, except one. I kept stepping on her feet, and if I let go she would have vanished into the floor because she was leaning away so much. She called me a bad dancer, too bad.

Keep your radar 2 the sky

What I'm thankful for:

I'll let you know when I lose it, because that's when I'll know.

I need to work out.

Ambling Alp, sweet song.

Lonely

So lonely.

If there was a comical little face to animate how I feel, it would be fucking sad.

Like you gon' melt.

ELECTRIC EEEEEL!

Come break me in, Sandman.

Having someone to hold, to touch, to just quite frankly have around me, that's all I really need, ever. It's a shame, all this handsome and nothing to back it up. Sometimes I feel like I should cry about it, imagine the false embrace of myself, a pressure to rival an empty cookie jar of disappointment. If they'd come around, I would probably too, but yet one begets another.

why wont Chronos just give me a break? I know what time it is, no need to remind me. Roll on, roll on this little train says Jim James. He also says to break, you man. But, am I one? The person I miss is in the future, and the past, but just not in the mirror.

Sincerity is a past novelty now, who actually wants to heed a good morning? Routine does, that's who, but what a bitch they are. If one was to take the time to reflect the sentiment that is portrayed by empty words, what would happen? I'd fucking cry, for sure. To be sincere and particular... I'd die for it.

But, again, none of this is possible without a ground to stand on, literally. This isn't my ground, my internet, or even my computer. Footholds make all the difference, I suppose, and suppose is all I can do until my shit's together. All of the above is null until I roll my own carpet down.

Ever been so drunk someone else had to carry you? Me neither, but I'm sure it would make the world more tolerable. Plus, it's a false sense of warmth when a girl gets to do it. Oh, silly you, she's only moving you out of the way so she can fuck someone else where you were laying.

Sometimes, I miss being fat. Miss being able to eat like a fatass and shrug it off. Miss being an everlasting source of heat that produces non-stop without fail. Miss being able to throw on any XL shirt from anywhere and look okay. Miss being able to settle with another fat chick. But hey, now the ladies talk to me... even though it's mainly about my damn hair.

Maybe my bedroom IS an accurate representation of my life; Cluttered. Sure I've done more than the average 40 year old, but what do I have to show for it? Nothing. What stories can you tell from them? None.. My minds already fragmented, the future will be grand, especially with the being able to build off past experiences part... NOT.


I need to be better, somehow.

Cloudy skies, be my mask. Be my reason to be depressed. Be my outlet of excuses. By my bane of progress. Just be mine.

Straight up, schoolgirl ramble

So last night I could have done three things, and chose one.

It all starts with going out to lunch with Marco, and Rodney calls him. Marco suggest that Rodney should call me, because he hasn't in like a month, that ass. So sure enough I make plans for dinner with Rodney and 4 others where they bring up going over to their place later and hanging out. While this discussion happens, my retard turmoil starts. Sarah texts me saying come get my hair cut, which could lead to a good talk and just general good night. Then, LIZ texts me, asking if I want to go to a movie, I mull it over and decide to choose Liz's thing over all of them, mainly because she's an okay girl and I want to keep up a good relationship.

I get dressed up hella nice, go to the theater, get compliments, act nice, don't push myself on anyone, you know the deal. So durring this mediocre movie, all they're talking about is going to a party afterward with mutual friends and having a good time. now at this movie is Julia and her date Allan, besides Liz and I. I'll lay it like this; Julia didn't want to go alone with Allan, so she invites Liz. Liz doesn't want to be the odd man out so she invites me, gay. Well after the movie they're all talking about usual stupid shit like cuttin up and trippin about moms being there and blood. I just keep my smile and look good, walk Liz to her car while Julia lets Allan know what the plans are while she walk him to his respective car. So I ask Liz what's up next, no answer, she quickly talks to someone who's not there, nice right? Next words out of her mouth are "Okay bye". Just like that, my nights over, almost. I text two people I know that live right there, one's in bed, the other one is whatevs, has to work or some shit.

Later, at home, I hit the bed at about 1 a.m. only te be texted at 3a.m. by none other than LIZ. Yup, after hella skating on me earlier about doing something, it crashes and she wants me to drive hella far to hang out with her for like 10 minutes. So I answer a couple texts, then let them stack to three before I respond, just to see if she's really interested. I end it with a hella douche move, after her "awww, k. Night" text, I just reply with "ok bye". Sooo won't be suprised if I never hear from her again, because this is the second time I ended the convo as an asshole.

If she does contact me again... Fuck my life

Shaping up, phase 1

Body.

Running was my worst enemy, mainly because of his everlasting partner, gravity. As of lately, things are a little different in these parts. That old bastard gravity isn't as strong anymore, and my body can overtake him now. No more bouncing boobs, no more jiggling thighs, no more smashed feet, no sir. Two miles today, two miles... TWO MILES! Now that's nothing spectacular in itself, but what was is that at the end, I wasn't out of breath or tired. I can probably clock a mile in the 6-7 minute mark now, sheesh.

A couple people from my life are now friendly to me again, which is pretty cool. Actually more than pretty cool, because now they can get to know the real me, as bro-hoes... Though I think I may have already ruined one of the relationships again, already. Oh well lol.

Lately I've been lonely, I couldn't tell you why.
She lives without emotion.
It makes me better , only for the night!
Only for the night!
Only for the night!

Hudson Mohawke

Have I Grown Up?

Or is it just one more facet in my Mask of Marshall? Sure getting faceshitted is fun enough, but when it's for a girl, things are even better! Or they are for a quick minute, then when it's all over and done, what's there to talk about? Other people? Next please.

Going to try a mature stable girl. Not as cute, for now, but it'll pay off big. Well, at least I believe what I say, and that's what pseudo counts, rite man, rite? Only problem with this new life approach is, like stated; Am I lying to myself, as in, am I ready to be that mature?

Four hands and then away!

we're all gonna die alone

oh horatio, oh horatio

Marshall + fallback girls=

Springtime, summertime, falltime, winter, here's the last thing you should remember.

Baby When You're Gone by Juvelen, I was going to expand but I'm going to swim instead.
-Poll was closed... AHEM. Like I was saying, If you meet a "Hi my name is Sarah/Liz and I like to party", remember they're out to be a fling, or less. Try to find a Jennifer, but 50lbs lighter. She was a keeper, a good ol fashioned woman who likes to be cared for and not play games.

Hot body= happy mind.



You've died in my heart so go ahead and live in his arms.

Why, kid?

Why you in the shits, youngblood? Living at home and liking girls that don't like you is pretty sad, but you still have yourself, and your real friends.

Going out to drink? Doesn't have to be with beautiful people! Shit, it's better with the fat nerds, they listen and care about what you have to say just as much as you care. Plus, who are you kidding?

Hey you! You really should have known. Just because, that's good enough reason to do anything, especially if you're going to be the typical hypocritical youth. "I'ma be real widdit".

How Fast We Touched

I was just frontin' you know I want you babe.

For kicks

Just relax, kiddo.

Be yourself. You're introverted, shy, quiet, and apprehensive. Fuck yes you are. To your best friends you're helpful, some would say to the max, caring, fucking hilarious, supportive, provocative, and a stand up gentleman, and loud.

So, if the girl is crazy enough to waste enough time on you, it'll pay off. But, until then, be yourself, just more of it. Chill session.

Nobody told me that Swedish singers were BEASTS. They have Pacific!, Tiger Lou, and Juvelen.

ROCK.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Nps8w2HkMU&fmt=18

I just realized she was being handcuffed at the end of the song...

Remember This song

This Holiday by Phunk Investigation. Try to remember that work is a babe farm too.

"Well let the music, let the music playay."

FML

Seriously, FML. How drama can it get. A girl I liked trying to fuck my good friend, and wanting to be my friend still. FML. A cool friend wants to kiss and I turn into the AWKWARD BEAST. FML. I let my friends text for me, not just to people, but to the girl I kissed. FML. I surrounded myself with shit that I know would go bad. FML.



So what I'm trying to say is Fuck my life, I guess. Whatever man, I'll go gay eventually, I swear.


But hey, you still look good, you sexy beast of a man, you.

Oh dear

lying awake again and I don't know what's happening.

marshall, you get a girl you feel for and can talk to, not just some cute piece of ass that jumps at you. Got it, dumbass?

Dead and Gone

Anything Justin Timberlake sings on is golden in my ears

I just heard this sweet song on the radio: Nikki-The Dream

For fucking realz.

WHY AM I SUCH A NON-LADIES MAN?! I know how to talk, entertain, and persuade, all when called upon, but not when it comes to girls that I'm interested in.

Let's delve into today. Started at about 7am, went to class until 11, then sat around waiting for Marco. Now, the whole while, thinking of a certain pretty girl and how I can get to her without seeming like a creep. Marco and I go to lunch, I talk to him a little about the girl, we talk about life, end lunch and go back to school. I get a call... from none other. I already had plans to hang out with one of her best friends, who forbid us from ever talking, so I have to keep this on the DL and make it seem like we're just friends, for now, because I don't want to deal with it just yet. I do a favor for her with the friend but can't really bring her up in conversation, even though she's just knocking to come out. The friend and I hang out, still, not talking about her, slowly killing me.

The time comes when I have to go give her something, alone, and that's when things all go to shit. I pretty much turn into a bumbling fool who can't think or talk right around her. I'm pretty sure I offended her a little, and didn't amuse her to the best of my ability, even though I got a kiss out of it. So, I leave, sweaty and pissed at myself, only to text her and sound more desperate and douchy.

Good times, man.

Scheduled Outrage: 3:00 p.m. PST

It's because I want you too, cute bastard.

Summer is about to rock my world, hard. It's time to get the job, find the house, seek and destroy a girl. The whole life thing is scheduled to start this week, maybe Monday?

argh

/frustration

How does a man counteract the move-in-for-the-kiss from a girl that's perfect for him? It burns, it burns. It burns...


fuck cock ballsack, man, she's too cute

MOVE GIRL

LIKE YOUR ASS ON FIRE; I'LL LIGHT YOUR ASS ON FIRE.

Yesterday was the Death Cab for Cutie concert, and let me tell you! Cold War Kids was my main reason for going, but as we approach, what do I see on the pillars, " Cold War Kids will not be performing tonight". That was a ballsack sandwich that I didn't want to eat, seriously. It turned out alright, I guess. Ra Ra Riot got to play an extended set, which was cool, because they didn't suck. Main event, Death Cab played usual Death Cab things, we enjoyed, end of concert.

After all that, we went to various food places where we repeatedly told to go away, so we ended up at Hot Rods (Slowest service ever) where Sarah just decided to let me know she had work in 6 hours. So eatage, transportage, end of nightage. I'd give the concert a B-, mainly because the ONE song I wanted to hear was the last one they played in the encore, but hey, they played it.

BOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW

Yessssss, I just found it! I can't wait to pump this in my Porsche.

Bidibodi Bidibu!

On my way to the Death Cab concert, I saw an Animal Collective CD, so I wanted to listen to some

MAH GARLS

She don't put that curl in your toes when she makes your body roll and that girl ant got the soul that I do.

Girls... What the hell, man. When I was younger they wanted nothing to do with me, but now I have to keep mace on me to keep from getting raped on a nightly basis. Thinking about taking a chance on someone's family, could end bad, but could end fine. w/e.

+

Somehow, somewhere, it's got to get better than this.

MGMT has 2 good songs

and Kids is one (the other is Time to Pretend). I'll look back on march 2009 and say, "yeah, I listened to that song 600 times"

But, on the other shoe/foot/hand/breast, Junior Boys have this sweeeeeet song, In The Morning.

Why, yes, yes it has been a while.

My buddy J just went through some shit and it's probably made him a better person. Time for him to get back on that train and for me to try the same.

Meanwhile, in a different frame.... Dance dance!

CFCF's Crystal Mines is totally bangin'

Wind, grind, then press rewind!

I've been so busy getting down that I haven't posted anything! :O

Blues, West Coast, East Coast, Ballroom!


http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/753227_nvffc/loRida-MoveShake_Drop_Remix_.mp3

NAS is boss