January 2009
8 posts
“Nothing holds you back, when you’re kids like us. Chasing our dreams, and...”
– The Wedding
“I swear I’ll melt if you touch me at all, but then I’ll ask you to...”
– The Gift
It's Becoming Pretty Clear
Writing lyrics should seem pretty simple, considering when I flip the radio on, and hear the garbage that is constantly played. I’ve always wonder to myself, how people can actually stand to listen? Writing lyrics is an almost painful process for me. I can go for days without getting anything, not even an idea. So the page stays blank. It becomes pretty clear that either I have no talent, or...
“When we were only kids, and we were best of friends. How tall did we stand? When...”
– Yellowcard
Back Home
It was kind of weird, I randomly decided to open up this old box of stuff that was in my closet today. It was sitting there on the shelf, unopened for God knows how long. I swear, there was like a layer of dust on it so thick you would need a broom to get rid of it. But anyway, there was a little notebook in it that I used to write in about 5 years ago. I opened it up, and read only a page, even...
Fizzy Pesi
Danielle: I went to Portland. It was fun. Had some Spanish food.
Steve: Sweet. With who?
Danielle: Efra, Mario, Alyssa, and Danielle.
Steve: Who’s Mario?
Danielle: He’s just a friend. Why?
Steve: Who’s Mario?
Danielle: He is a friend of ours that goes to Atmosphere. Why?
Steve: I know you have a thing for Mexicans
Danielle: They’re not Mexicans, they’re Hispanics. And I don’t like him that way.
Steve: Where in Mexico is he from, then?
Danielle: Mario is from El Salvador, by the way.
Steve: He’s from Mexico.
Danielle: Mario is from El Salvador.
Steve: Listen, I don’t know my way around Mexico. I don’t care where El Salvador is.
Danielle: Uh, El Salvador is in Central America
Steve: Do you know when he jumped the fence?
Danielle: He’s here legally.
Steve: They all say that. I gotta go
Danielle: Ok, bye. And no they don’t
Steve: Yes, they do. Bye