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Long time no posts

I love the breakdown.



absolutely love it.

so what, i'm predisposed to being emo.

Kiss me now that I'm older...

We had chemistry cuz she was a Cancer...

This track reminds me of three years ago around this exact same time, in limbo and trying to figure out where I was going in life. I had to make a change, but this track makes me happy even though I was very lost, poor, and depressed. Lol. And what makes it better is the great cinematography, Mayer, and the way it leads into my next (video) post. I'll try to add some more of my own original thoughts and content. But it's not like anyone is actually reading this. Lol. Music Television is almost as Dead as Hip-Hop...

Hanging on by a thread...

..hip hop that is...

In a bullet proof vest, With the windows all closed, I'll be doing my best...

Great Tracks...Interesting videos

calling...

me

Fitting...Math and song... me = nerd.

now if it was calc...

Continuing with the theme of (random) music videos...

Hey MTV doesn't show music anymore...lol

yea...uhm...

Check out the Godzilla sample...

This song goes hard in the post...

Cath, she stands with a well-intentioned man
but she can't relax with his hands on the small of her back
and as the flash bulbs burst
she holds a smile like someone would hold a crying child

and soon everybody will ask what became of you
and your heart was dying fast, and you didn't know what to do

Cath, it seems that you live in someone else's dream
in a hand-me-down wedding dress
where the things that could have been are reppressed
but you said your vows, and you closed the door
on so many men who would have loved you more

and soon everybody will ask what became of you
and your heart was dying fast, and you didn't know what to do

the whispers that it won't last roll up and down the pews
but if their hearts were dying that fast,
they'd have done the same as you
and i'd have done the same as you

Reminds me of someone...V!

Smitten...still...

I don't know what it is...

Maybe the lips...
The accent...
The way she interacts with her crowds live...
Her sweet voice...
The eyes...





Maybe because she was there for me when it was dark...I don't know.

This track still makes me happy...

For you...

Peep the ensemble... Lupe is the truth live...



For you...

Sometimes, Sometimes...

In many ways, they'll miss the good old days
Someday, someday
Yeah, it hurts to say, but I want you to stay
Sometimes, sometimes

When we was young, oh man, did we have fun
Always, always
Promises, they break before they're made
Sometimes, sometimes

Oh, Maya says I'm lacking in depth
I will do my best
You say you wanna stay by my side
Darlin', your head's not right
See, alone we stand, together we fall apart
Yeah, I think I'll be alright
I'm working so I won't have to try so hard
Tables, they turn sometimes

Oh, someday...

No, I ain't wastin' no more time

And now my fears
They come to me in threes
So, I
Sometimes
Say, "Fate my friend,
You say the strangest things
I find, sometimes"

Oh, Maya says I'm lacking in depth
Say I will try my best
You say you wanna stay by my side
Darlin', your head's not right
See, alone we stand, together we fall apart
Yeah, I think I'll be alright
I'm working so I won't have to try so hard
Tables, they turn sometimes

Oh, someday...

I ain't wasting no more time

omE

You gotta spend some time, love...



Hmm...

Very Excite!

Radioheaaad

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
A lull on an aeroplane
Fall asleep against the window pane
My blood will thicken.

I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
'cause I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?

My baby's got the bends - Oh no
We don't have any real friends - No no no
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen.

Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the C.I.A.
The tanks, and the whole marines to blow me away
To blow me sky high.

My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen.

I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race.

I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race.

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?

The Transition.

This pretty much sums it up.



I guess just my experiences have shaped me, and I've done some growing. Not so fast, though. But I know now that everything I do at this point of my life has to be for me. And that's a good thing. I'm feeling more focused by the day, and I have/am redeveloping my support network instead of my support node (ok that was a lil DSCI nerd coming out). I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and I know where I am going (officially, and on my own terms). Thanks for the turmoil, btw. Some Hov' to show you I'm not so different ("What's so different", hmm)

12:51

What I'm Thinking...

2 tracks. Maybe some content to come. I'm picking up guitar, and between work and personal goals I may or may not be on here much... Maybe I'll put in time @ work...

(Personal) Summer Anthem?

They say i need some rogaine to put in my hair
Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear
Okaley makes the shades to transform a tool
You'd hate for the kids to think that you've lost your cool

Imma do the things that i wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if i make a scene
I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like
I'm fine and dandy with the me inside
One look in the mirror and i'm tickled pink
I don't give a hoot about what you think

everyone likes to dance to a happy song
with a catchy chorus and beat so they can sing along
timbaland knows the way to reach the top of the charts
maybe if i work with him i can perfect the art

Imma do the things that i wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if i make a scene
I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like
I'm fine and dandy with the me inside
one look in the mirror and i'm tickled pink
I don't give a hoot about what you think

no, i don't care
i don't care
i don't care
i don't care
i don't care
i don't care

Imma do the things that i wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if i make a scene
I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like
I'm fine and dandy with the me inside
one look in the mirror and i'm tickled pink
I don't give a hoot about what you think

I would change the hoot to a Fuck, but who cares...The riffs have me hooked!

And I'm really starting to wonder if...

My feeble attempt at writing comedy

Get it or you don't. Most likely the latter...

The HelpDesk - Brainstorming



So Far:



Clous, Adam says:

ok

Clous, Adam says:

look

Clous, Adam says:

one thing in our sitcom

Clous, Adam says:

that must be constant

Clous, Adam says:

is everyone at the HD must have some sort of nerdism about them

Duren, Dwight says:

in what ways?

Clous, Adam says:

just some sort of idea that is nerdy

Duren, Dwight says:

like being addicted to fig newtons

Clous, Adam says:

or

Duren, Dwight says:

and WOW

Clous, Adam says:

star wars

Clous, Adam says:

and a mmorpg

Clous, Adam says:

correct

Duren, Dwight says:

that works

Duren, Dwight says:

we need to make the people who call all dumb as well

Clous, Adam says:

lol

Clous, Adam says:

yeah like *** reps

Duren, Dwight says:

and the HD must ridicule and belittle them with their superior useless intelligence

Clous, Adam says:

yeah

Duren, Dwight says:

I'd like to also make fun of walmart

Clous, Adam says:

ok

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Joke/Gag:

Maybe you should take a break. Go to lunch or something. Sometimes when I don't want to be at work, I go poop.

It gets me off the phone.



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Everyone likes sex, it's like ice cream!



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Dialogue:



1: What's the sexiest thing a girl has ever done for you?

2: I don't know, walk around in nothing but shoes...

1: What kind of shoes did she have on?

2: Some watershoes

1: I hate to break it to you my friend, but there's nothing sexy about water shoes.



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Cafeteria needs to be Roasted as well:



Non-Sequitor->



1: Excuse me, ma'am, do you have any sweet tea?

2: No, we have unsweetened tea. But, we do have strawberry milk

*Pause*

1: What?

2: We have unsweetened tea. But, we do have strawberry milk

1: I'm sorry, but that doesn't follow

2: I'mma need you to watch yo tone!



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Nerdy Game: City of Heroes or like League of Sidekicks...



talking stuff on the game



1: I'm going to pwn you.

2: Fuck you! Oh yea you're gonna pwn me...not

1: Well played, a "not" joke...what are you 11?

2: yea

1: Oh.

Soul on Wax...or guitar...

I'm a new man
I wear a new cologne and
You wouldn't know me if your eyes were closed







I know what you'll say
'This won't last longer than the rest of the day'
But you're wrong this time
You're wrong

Ok, so i'll start with some of my own stuff once I get past all of these finals... But sound is my chosen media of expression, my sanity, and my therapy... All I need really. So I hope you at least listen, but if not...it's cool, i don't know either way (or really put too much weight in for that matter), because this is therapy too...

Try!

Yea...

I been lonely but I know I'll be ok
Good love is on the way

3 years broken hearted
But now her ghost is finally gone
I'm done with broken people
This is me
I'm workin on

Interesting...Very

River's Cuomo (Weezer) is writing a song with fan input... Gotta check it out when I have the time:

http://www.youtube.com/user/RiversCuomoAlone

More Samples

Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band - Cherchez La Femme



Ghostface - Cherchez La Ghost



Another Gem from H.W.:

Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band - Sunshower

New Weezer

http://www.weezer.com/

The more I/you try to erase you/me, The more, the more, The more that you/I appear

Thom Yorke (from Radiohead) - The Eraser



US Placers - CRS (Kanye, Lupe, Pharrell)



We are all Hokies, remember your loved ones and keep them dear to you.

Check my chapter out

They still holding it down out there for the Bloody O!

I remember my first show...

One of my favorites, an anthem as of late...

I'm getting there...

...

Feeling mad introspective

Doing some thinking and reflecting over the last, what six years of my life...Man I have changed. I'm way different than what I was when I was 17, and I'm just now taking the time to reflect. An old picture:

Or two, plus spending time with my best friends has really made me realize how blessed I am to have the people in my life. Everyone has regrets and skeletons, and I'm no different from them, but I can't really harp on them too much because they helped guide me to this place I am now. I haven't felt this content in a long while, and I am starting to feel like I'm making the right decisions again.

Maybe all of this will make it into verse, but I am still wrapping my brain around it all.

So here's to life, family, and friends (The 5ths - Nick/P/Shaud/Mike, Pseudos - Sahand, Helen, and crew, Vanessa, My Chapter Bruhs, and anyone else that I have genuinely interacted with and who has done the same for me). I appreciate ya'll, and you are in my thoughts and prayers.

5.

Oh, enjoy the musical selection from Mr. Mayer:

Damn...ok the last thing I steal from Ye's blog...

But peep the mascot's reaction...

more old stuff...

Soothe me the worlds sorrows
And Americanly I'll neglect home,
Allow my own to run limp and rampant
As I become lost in apricot skies,
Like I, reduced to less than a memory
A hue after a great star laid to rest
In holes of utter mystery and darkness
Like stories abused through the news:
Confused -- like starving hearts salivating at taunting love
With its scent, tempting all of the above
As it flaunts with its classic impeccable timing...

I grow to feel completely ridiculous
Because my tides abide a waning moon who wishes to forget me
And because I try to guide myself using a new one,
Which I refuse to let go of, for she's the brightest orb in my recent universe.
Along with the wetness upon my soul,
Weeping since you were shielded from me,
With your name still dew upon my lips,
And bombs still burning in my mind
And your scent still strong incense in my heart
I stare into missing green eyes
Cocoa butter/Mocha Cream
-- and apricot skies

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With jaded eyes in mind I fade back
to a time where bliss reigned
from the skies wet tears from the sun
and when evening skies kissed by the moon
then dreary gray left me weary
not because they strangled the sun...
But because of dancing uncertainty
Washing up to sting us like boxed-jellies.
Thus, I jam-on to the pitter patter of weeping
And smile upon welps held upon the wind
Cutting sturdy trees and their leaves
and our souls and their homes with each glancing blow...

I reach back into memory
When blue skies weren't always so blue,
Now confused drifting in auburn-creamy hues
That seem to be siphoned straight from you...

I accept so called wealth, not empty but feeling so
I look back at that cunning oracle
Called twilight and dream with a burning desire
Lit by fireflies; set in lonely Bermuda nights:
Blue-black, clear waters in a tropical asylum
Set up for we, you, and me...

As I'd sow your fields,
And wander in your emerald greens...

Karma

Wrote this back when I was 17...ironically poignant

Sit,
And I sit.
I sit here looking where my heart is
And where my head will lead, Carthage:
Romanced her, loved in carnage
Depending on indefinite words too much...
To have one's heart in one's clutch
Then juggle, befuddle it in my own filth.
Lower its purity, grow it to insanity, and filth.
Made it open up just so I could steal its fruits
Just to be where I wanna and refute
Just what you thought my heart alludes
Magnified it through spite and think that it might
Last as we had framed it to despite:

Impatience on my part, and negligence on my other half.
Sometimes too close is too close to wrath...
I like to believe if it was meant to be then truly,
Time apart isn't disparate to departing to leave life unruly...
They Say, keep friends closer and enemies even closer:

So to love one is to bring one into your coveted corner
Set up for your own villains, designated demons
That seem and are using reverse psychology: we won...

We won one way and stun some on some other days
As I mesmerize myself more than most through many displays:
Wove you into my moon then contemplated removing
It from my loom with looming happiness proposed to conclude our story...
And instead ended with a wound upon our womb:

And thus this novel I so easily bring to flame
With confused psyches saying it can be the same
When we all know it will never welcome that past
Which has passed at supersonic speeds, as I steadfastly
Wish it hadn't changed, as I saw it coming:

Signs and prophecies from an earthly origin unwinds
To show you and me that me and you have naive tendencies...

But it's my fault for making you believe...


Strangely enough, I originally titled this "Donnell "...as in Donnell Jones...as in "Where I wanna be"

Sum Sh!t I wrote

Dated: 2-6-07

It doesn’t feel right

Walking between rain drops

Cutting a biting wind

I feel like I’m not from here.

I wade through a moat of lies.

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I want to

I need to walk with you

Fill our shoes with sand

Feel your love between my toes

The simple joys, a disdain for others

You can’t rain on our parade

As I walk through the shame

Of rumors held against the wind

Our best still to come.

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I miss those days

As a homeless soul

Controlled by mellow melodies

Soft highs and deep lows

Sweet sighs and tender kisses

Mixed with my rhythmic existence

For instance, when with the flow I would breathe

And soon would see

How long we could go

Oh the seeds that were sown

Only to be left buried in the gravity of reality

I walk between the rain

Wet clouds of melancholy

I turn back the page to

A time where love was new

Sorrows few

And I would walk through shaded night with you

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Little things seem dismissible

Like dreams, we cling to what

We feel but rarely follow our hearts

Or our feel of the world

Fleeting like imagination

The pressure of a dying star

Dimly devours what keeps us bright

Fleeing words right my ship as

I circumvent things both large and small

I possess the where with all to fight

But not the might to do what I feel

-- What’s not in sight

And follow those dreams

That seem to amount to nothing

But combine to complete

The beach of me.

Now, who can tell me what the title is an allusion to?

And everyone loves penis jokes...

Sutff I happened across...

Check out this dude who did Lupe's first LP's cover, his art is kind of sick...I am tempted to buy some to decorate my spot with it...

http://www.npandco.com/

Kanye's new video is on his blog...


HOMECOMING from kwest on Vimeo.

Blog Link: http://www.kanyeuniversecity.com/blog/

Dru Hill Reunion -- and Break up:



In other news, I hate my job...

The other day a lady referred to her Internet service provider as an LSD company...

Adam McKay, Will Ferrell, and Judd Apatow are at it again

Yo-Yos

I'm not sure if everyone has happened across this commercial, but it was originally a super bowl spot. It's hilarious and one of my favorites...So without further adieu:



I'll start posting some things with more weight one of these days...lol

Real Talk...lol

John Mayer

Recently (the last i don't know, 6 months -- if that still constitutes being "recent") I've been listening to a bunch of raw ass music. By Raw, I mean stuff concerning the bad stuff that can happen in relationships, with yourself, and your family(mostly Corinne Bailey Rae, John Mayer, Weezer) . I'm trying to gather everything, as far as myself, but this funk is kind of trickling on for a biiiiiit too long. I'm still working on getting something off my chest and onto the paper, but in the mean time I'll leave you with some lyrics:


Too many shadows in my room
Too many hours in this midnight
Too many corners in my mind
So much to do to set my heart right
Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
Oh but if i take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unsteady
I am in repair, i am in repair

Stood on the corner for a while
To wait for the wind to blow down on me
Hoping it takes with it my old ways
And brings some brand new luck upon me
Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
Oh but if i take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unsteady
I am in repair, i am in repair

And now i'm walking in the park
All of the birds they dance below me
Maybe when things turn green again
It will be good to say you know me

Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
Oh but if i take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unready
Oh i'm never really ready, yeah, oh, i'm never really ready
I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there
I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there
I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there
I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there
I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there
I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there



John Mayer is the shit, btw. At times, I want to drop everything I'm doing and pick up guitar, and do something I really love. My interests are too fleeting, I need to refocus. Damn, this switched from a blog to a diary. But, it's ok. More John:




I guess that's enough.

Expressing myself through the majesty of song - Ron Burgundy...

Sooo...

So, my man Rishaud said he wanted to start a blog today when we were doing our Bi-Weekly ODU lunch crew thing, and I decided to beat him to the punch. Much hilarious shit goes down during activity hour once we get together, makes me want to start an epic mini-series...or make a youtube account.

I used to have one of these when it wasn't cool (like 6 years ago). But now it's cool, so let's see how well I keep up with everything. I'll give someone a dollar if they remember my old one...lol

the NTBM stands for Non-Traditional Black Man, as I was dubbed by an ex since I have such eclectic (read: random) tastes. I'm going to install stumble in my firefox browser, and we'll see how this thing jumps off...

nugget of the day: http://www.retroduck.com/cart/shop.cgi/display=99-0238