About Me
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
the media does it
artists do it
even the schools do it
why?
why do they feel like the masses cant take things at face value
and continue to feed us watered down shit?
personally i think its laziness.
fuck that.
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Now playing: Aesop Rock - Were Famous (Ft. El-P)
via FoxyTunes
Monday, November 3, 2008
people you think are your friends, arent.
theyre your enemies with masks on to disguise who they really are.
girlfriends, dont even get me started.
the concept of relationships is a joke.
a fucking joke.
long story short.
your friends will sleep with the person youre dating.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
i love winter.
i still hate canton.
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Now playing: Every Time I Die - In The Event That Everything Should Go Terribly Wrong
via FoxyTunes
Sunday, October 26, 2008
lots has happened.
im sick of bitches. not females, but bitches.
i want this semester to hurry up and end.
i need to go home for a while.
i also need to finish writing this piece for class.
im screwed.
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Now playing: Bernie Allen - Catapult Complex
via FoxyTunes
Sunday, October 19, 2008
i hope i get into utica.
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Now playing: Escape The Fate - There's No Sympathy For The Dead
via FoxyTunes
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
happy fucking columbus day everyone.
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Now playing: Gym Class Heroes - Don't Tell Me It's Over feat. Dre & Lil Wayne
via FoxyTunes
Saturday, October 11, 2008
WHOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
im happy, as you can tell.
and last night, i rediscovered The Postal Service.
amazing band. if youve never listened to them, nows the time.
peace
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Now playing: The Postal Service - Recycled Air
via FoxyTunes
Thursday, October 9, 2008
well that all came to an end really fuckin quick, and now im in a horrible mood.
fuck canton.
i hate this fucking school and i cant wait to be done with it. im so past this place its disgusting.
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Now playing: Cold - Stupid Girl
via FoxyTunes
two spanish midterms. two. as if one isnt enough. give me a fucking break.
a philosophy exam, which the review class was cancelled today, and the test is the day we get back from the 4 day weekend. give me another fucking break.
this shits ridiculous.
im stressed to the max.
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Now playing: The Bouncing Souls - Sing Along Forever
via FoxyTunes
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
im going home this weekend, thank god. this place wears on my patience quite quickly.
and i cant believe we're already at midterms. this semester is flying by much faster than i wanted it to, but whatever, you cant turn back time.
song of the moment: wu-tang clan - m.e.t.h.o.d. man
Saturday, September 20, 2008
god damn alcohol
long story short; i think i blacked out.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
renee
Monday, September 8, 2008

A Bird That’s Come Home
by Kelsea Habecker
posted July 22, 2008
The clouds rise and we alone are lighted
figures on the beach, free-wheeling one evening
along the lagoon chasing the sandpipers
that skip across the surface of the waves.
I say: We are an egg wrapped in paper or straw.
You laugh and say: Break it open.
We go home and argue.
It happens this way. Differences press
our thin membrane. We crack.
Afterward, the room is a mess:
overturned crystal and chairs, pieces
of the speckled murre eggs we stole
from a nesting cliff and spent one whole
winter drying out near the furnace.
Everything breaks. We, too,
are fragile.
You wrap yourself in a shell,
I fly to the shore to contemplate the churning
sea and the birds in it. Gulls float the rough swells.
After all, in the death crack
of Arctic winter the sturdiest birds remain.
But what about us? What phoenix
can plume out of this fissure
to squawk the first notes of our truce?
When I return home, you’re standing
naked, bird-legged, in the kitchen
making cookies, and I turn to yolk.
For one thing, in the midst of our division
the thought of you stork standing in the dark sea
of appliances, factoring quantities
and degrees, rounding off
the time to keep them
soft morsels me.
But there’s more, like a feather slowly settling,
when you fold your wings again next to me and say:
even in cookies, it’s the egg that holds everything together.
© 2008 Kelsea Habecker
Sunday, September 7, 2008
everything you've ever been taught is a lie
so right now, im sure im going to cause a ruckus, but i want everyone to challenge everything theyve ever believed it, clear their mind from all opinions and bias' and watch this.
http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=zeitgeist&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&sa=N&tab=wv&oi=property_suggestions&resnum=0&ct=property-revision&cd=1#
the name of the film is "zeitgeist" and is challenges everything from the catholic "religion" to september eleventh conspiracy theories, to the banking system and more.
watch it before you judge.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
dont tell me its over
so i know ive written about this before, but this song is nothing short of great.
having grown up in geneva, literally next door to the bands vocalist, seeing this band come this far is absolutely mind blowing. oh yeah, theyre new cd is out next tuesday.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
emergency broadcast::the end is near
Friday, August 29, 2008
bloggaro numero uno (clearly not proper spanish)

i have a blog. now what? no one can stop me now. not even the internet police. or the god damn batman. that being said; welcome. and look at how fancy that multicolored guy is up there. i bet you wish you could be just like him. or not. i guess its just a matter of opinion. notice how i don't use any capitalizations at all? im sure everyone will have a field day with that. this is the most random thing anyone has ever read. but on a more serious note, do yourself and the word a favor download (legally of course) the song "don't tell me its over remix" by gym class heroes featuring dre and lil wayne. itll change your life. i also forgot to mention. i've only been moved into these dorms for six days, and already the RA's have taken two sets of speakers from me. they're haters.