BASEBALL.
new again
I keep coming back to Taking Back Sunday’s 2009 release, New Again. I used to read their singer’s answers to questions on Formspring, and I remember a few dealing with this album detailing how he was completely unsatisfied with the album. John Nolan, the ex-guitarist (at the time), answered on his own site that he [paraphrased!] ‘liked it better than the guy who wrote it’. There’s this line that I love in the title-track:
I am- I’m ready to be new again. I’m ready to hear you say who I am is quite enough.
Listening to their Live from Oresanz album tonight. One-eighty by summer? Gotta make it happen.
I’m making the difference. It just seems pointless with all the obvious lines all out of focus. Why can’t you just be happy?
I still want to “drop out and start a band”.
This post would be better suited on a xanga.
There’s this really nice piece at underthegunreview.net by Jacob Tender that a friend forwarded me today. It’s about how important Fall Out Boy’s album “From Under the Cork Tree,” was to him. After reading it though, nostalgic and well-written as it was, I really found myself more depressed than…
I have never hated a politician as much as I absolutely LOATHE Santorum. He’s a psychopathic, racist, homophobic, lunatic!
He legitimately scares me.
selfish ramblings
I feel like I’ve written the phrase, “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing most of the time”, a hundred different times on ten different blogs over the years, and said it aloud at least once a week. Most of my actions I perform without being explicitly aware of them in the moment; I do something it doesn’t really process for hours or days or weeks or etc. This works out really well on nights like tonight, when I’ve put off a large paper concerning generalized linear modeling, generalized additive modeling, and classification tree modeling, because I can easily hunker down, drink caffeine, lose sleep, and write a badass paper that I will ace without issue. In the real world of social lives, talking about feelings (lol), and other miscellaneous bullshit, it doesn’t work as well.
Friday was very strange: two friends got kicked out of a bar ((separate not-really-incidents)), another friend had his coat lost/stolen, walked a friend home and we played on a playground in the snow at 3am, and the friend that I walked home ended up pulling a ‘we need to talk about… things; you and I’ discussion on me. I was sending signals without realizing it again, and she was sending signals without me realizing it… again. I am perpetually oblivious. After the walk, I biked the rest of the way home, had a sudden wipeout on a dry street (no ice!!!) which resulted in mega-torn jeans and lots of bleeding. I feel like it was the universe’s way of waking me up.
I don’t know exactly why I’m writing this on the interonlines, but it makes me feel better. I (accidentally) led someone on and I feel super lame about it.
