a message from the past

i opened my laptop this morning and was greeted by a message saying "I HATE PEOPLE "

I have a notebook laptop (thanks bro) and this note was a handwritten message from august 12...must have been a rough night...that for some reason popped up to remind me that, yes, i am sometimes a cynical judgemental creature of sorts. but why today?

well, in opposition to my post from the past, i have discovered something pleasant in someone very unsuspecting. we all know actress jena malone from blockbuster hits such as stepmom and saved, but now she's breaking into the music industry. now, ususally i scoff and scorn celebrities just trying to make money in every field, and not giving a damn about art and integrity, but i've been listening to her music (courtesy of pitchforkmedia.com) and am very intrigued. the quality of her voice is unexpected with a quivering, melancholy feel to it. and if you read my last post and know anything of bright eyes, that's right up my alley:)

she's performing at mercury lounge on the 6th and i think i just might go and check her out.
i'd put her song in here, but i don't know how to do that. can anyone tell me how??

a night in review

yesterday:
work sucked
guitar lesson rocked
went to southpaw in brooklyn to see the lemonheads - fucking soldout
pissed i went home
got shitfaced
by myself
listened to brighteyes all night...bad idea...

but on an up note, i'm excited to see conor in concert next weekend.

check out his new music video for "four winds" on spinner.com

http://www.spinner.com/2007/02/23/video-premiere-four-winds-by-bright-eyes/

i believe we've found a piece of your mind. would you like it back?

at work. with bukowski. pretending to work. pretending to care.

"mr. evans, we've been watching you and we believe that you're losing your mind...we want to help you, mr. evans. i believe we found a piece of your mind. would you like it back?"

i'm reading tales of ordinary madness by charles bukowski right now. what a crazy mother fucker. but for all his psycho babblings and alcohol soaked pages, amidst all the crazy he says something that's just so true. so perfect. so real. it's funny that he, of all people, is keeping me sane at work. ironic.

"and then she kissed me. i'd never been kissed like that. she just gave over, gave everything up." - i've done that. sometimes i wish i could take it back. just a little. to make it easier.

"strength is more important than shouting. save it for when you have a point."- how many times have you raised your voice to hide the fact that you've lost your point. or never had one to begin? think about it. LOUD NOISES! LOUD NOISES!

"it tells me quickly where i am weak and where i am strong. and it tells me how much we keep changing, changing ALL the time, and how little we know of this."-what in your life tells you this? for me, right now, as lame as it may seem, it'd have to be my music. my collection in itunes is unrecognizable from what it was five months ago. and with that, so are many other parts about me. i've changed. i've been changed. by a great man. whom i miss. everyday.

"shit day. just the sun feeling good, but you had to take what you could get."- hello winter.

"nobody even noticed him or spoke to him.he was in new york alright."

that's all you get. buy the book if you want more. or go to the library.it's sad, but i often forget about the library and how much money i could save borrowing its insides instead of buying my own. maybe i'll smarten up. but probably not.more reading. less working. hope i don't get fired. but it wouldn't be the end of the world. what would?

fire it up! fire it up!

first day of the rest of my life

here we go...