Did you know (Dec 28)

Sorry it's been awhile, I know you missed them :)

Did you know that Grace Slick was not the first singer for Jefferson Airplane? The first singer was a lady named Signe Anderson, but she left the band to go start a family. Grace Slick was first a member of Great Society, and it was this band that originally wrote some of Jefferson Airplane's first hits. I think they wrote Somebody to Love and White Rabbit, but I am not sure about that.

On an unrelated note, I heard that to unclog a toilet, warm water and dish soap left to soak does the trick. I figured we could all use that helpful hint :)

Meh

I once knew a girl with the sun in her eyes. When I first met her I never noticed how bright they truly were. We were trapped in a classroom me on one side she on the other. One clear and beautiful day we did talk, just off hand a pointless conversation, but when she spoke I could not tear myself away from her eyes. Looking back on it I can hardly remember what it was we talked about but I do remember where we were.
It was a Tuesday during our junior yeah of high school, and we happened to bump into each other in a park near the school. I was taking a much needed walk and I never asked what she was doing. We started talking about all kinds of things we talked so much that we sat down under a tree. It was noon the sun was high and there was a gentle breeze shaking the leaves on their branches. It was at this time that I first noticed her eyes, the shadows of leaves would dance across her face and every so often the sun would shine on her. Each time a ray of light darted across her face her eyes shone a brilliant gold, and each flash was a small taste of true beauty. I have a habit of not being able to control myself when I’ve met someone that has and incredibly gorgeous attribute. The words, “you have beautiful eyes,” flung themselves out of my mouth before I had the chance to stop them. I had thought at the time that I had something incredibly corny and looking back at it I still think that, but she blushed and I blushed and we kept talking for a very long time. At some point all things come to an end especially conversation, and I in my infinite foolishness forgot to get her number.

Sometimes things just don't go your way

Click on this song before you read.

This song is called Two Weeks by Grizzly Bear. It has been played approximately 56 times on my iTunes and I have only had it for about...two weeks. Haha. Ironic! Anyway, it's amazing and I absolutely love Edward Droste's sleepy voice. If you don't know Grizzly Bear. Get to know them very well starting...now.



I was going to write a poem, but it didn't work out that way. I suppose that's life I guess. I never write when I feel like it, I write when it comes to me. In this sense, I don't have much of a choice. Most of my poetry isn't even inspired by anything. In fact, most of it has nothing to do with my personal experiences. It may seem like it sometimes, but I'll write something, from staring blankly at a wall or something and drifting off into my day dreams. It isn't until I finish that I'll think about it and say wow, that kind of relates to me in the weirdest way.

I think that's when I perform the best. When I am totally not thinking about writing anything at all. My inspiration forms out of...nothing, absolutely nothing. Though I will say that at times it does, especially last year when I was very home sick, I'd write about missing my family or missing certain people I am not contact with anymore, but even then, I felt like that wasn't my best. I was writing to just ease the pain and that was bittersweet.

So the desire to write a poem failed and now I am just talking about how I usually go about writing a poem. I guess I'm just bored and wanted to write something anyway.

My brother came over today and we baked cookies for my mama. Mainly he baked and I was his assistant. I can say now that the cookies ended up much better than what I had planned them to be and mother keeps snacking on them every time she walks into the kitchen. Mission Accomplished. Now I am listening to NOVELS on repeat :D while my brother is sleep on my new futon (jerk). My sister and mom are watching some show on Oxygen and I am stuck in the kitchen writing about nothing.

I was supposed to go Ice Skating with my friends, but I just really wanted to stay in and spend time with my family. It's so funny because I was stuck here all day yesterday and I wanted to leave more than anything. I felt really bad that I said I wasn't coming but at the same time, I don't think I would have enjoyed myself as much if I went to make others happy. Sometimes, I just don't feel like being around my friends. That came out really mean but it's just an honest statement that I think everyone feels every once in a while. I think it's healthy and I think it makes relationships stronger. Today was just about my family. It is very rare that we spend time all together nowadays and I just really wanted to do something nice for my mom. She loves cookies more than any other snack. In fact, she just came in here right now to get another cookie and I didn't even notice until she left. That sneaky little lady. My mom has such a child-like mentality. That's what I love the most about her.

I'll probably go to the movies by myself tomorrow. I know it's weird, but I enjoy going to the movies alone. I don't have to please anyone and I am just relaxed by myself. I haven't done that in a while. I could get my nails done too but it all depends on how the day turns out. If there's a true way to make you happy, treat yourself to some quality one on one time with you. We're surrounded by people everyday, people we feel like we have to please but we never get to please ourselves. So I say get a break every so often. Trust me, you'll love it.

If you've read this far, I am so sorry. I went off on several tangents and have definitely wasted your time. Hope you liked the song though! Go ahead and treat yourself by give it another listen! Hope you had a Happy Sunday!

I wish I felt differently. I know that I should.

Ha. You must think I am an idiot. You fall asleep, don't call for a month and yet, you sing to my voicemail when you know I'm back in town. I will not be a filler for you. You aren't even clean anymore! You make me so angry. So angry. And yet I want to speak to you. I just don't want you to say anything back. Let me tell you how I feel, and understand that I don't care what you have to say. I don't need your excuses. I don't want them. You messed up again, and I really wish I could think of a time when you did something right. That sounds mean, and I guess it is; it's not that I think you are a bad person though. I think that when people (and when I say 'people' I mean 'everyone I have spoken to minus one person') say that I 'deserve better' they are saying that you aren't good for me. They don't have the right to judge you as a person, but they seem to know me better than I know myself. Still, I keep looking for you. I keep waiting. Waiting for my phone to ring, even though I don't expect it to. Wishing that you really were the person that I think you could be.

NOVELS!!!

NOVELS IS OUT!

And I think you NEED to download it for free right at this moment!

http://www.okaynovels.com/download.html

I can't explain, I am in heaven right now! :D

O Canada how I love thee!

*I would encourage you to listen to the song "Big Run" because, well, it's Luke Lalonde from Born Ruffians!

Up Late

So I am an idiot and slept at 8pm while I was watching a movie with my momma. HUGE MISTAKE. Now I am up very late and my sleeping pattern is totally wacky. I was hanging out with my sister and my cousin and we watched The Boondocks but now they fell asleep. Facebook can only stimulate my mind so much, so I got nostalgic and watched some old episodes of DeGrassi: The Next Generation. I giggled to myself silently as I remembered sneaking to watch it on The N in middle school because I was embarrassed to say that I liked it. I had the biggest crush on JT. OMG I cried so hard when he died on the show. I was devastated.

Now I am laying down bored again with nothing to do, so I am just chillin reading something on google books and listening to pandora.

Here is a simple song called Little Garcon by Born Ruffians.



I'll usually love a band and become obsessed with it until I grow bored, but Born Ruffians is one band I will never get sick of. I listen to them every day and they never cease to amaze me. I think I've found my true love. Their folk heavy songs and catchy lyrics are always fresh in my mind like the first time I listened to them at my friend Taylor's house.

This song is dedicated to you James Tiberius "JT" Yorke. May you rest in peace.

*Except I'm a little fille stuck in bed with a little garcon in my head.

Home

I just mustered up the strength to finally pack my stuff. I am very proud of myself that I stuffed a month's worth of clothes in my tiny pink duffel bag and guess what? I am only bringing THREE pairs of shoes home! Now you all know this is a big deal. Actually, it's huge. Hopefully I won't be so desperate to go to the Roadium to buy 5 dollar shoes!

Anyway, I am very excited to go home. I can't go to sleep. I have to wake up at 4 officially get ready anyway because my cab is coming at 4:30am. Home is so close. I can't wait to see the LA skyscrapers while I land. It's so funny, I never thought I'd miss a place I disliked so much in my youth, but now I feel like I appreciate home more than ever.

Inglewood here I come! :-D

While I was packing, I was listening to some old hip-hop, I will share some with you.



This is Slick Rick's song called Children's Story. This was my jelly jam when I was younger! I suppose it's somewhat satirical because it's making fun of urban culture and how the youth are perceived. I didn't understand it when I was younger, I'd just sing it and go about my day but really, this song is very conscious. I love hip-hop that makes you think because nowadays, that is so rare to find with all this nonsense rap music in the media.

But I could go on about that so I'll just stop here. :)

Smolita

Listen to this song while reading.



Damn I am sleepy. I completely overslept. Although I will admit I am enjoying my time off. I was slightly burnt out on my classes from the past semester. Today, at three, I will be returning to my wonderful Grandmother's house. I hope, there, I will stop having freaky ass dreams. Sheesh.

Sitting here in Laura's bed (I sleep in it when she isn't here... Lol), I was thinking about all the things that make me worry. All the things that make us worry. In the end do any of these petty things matter? Does it matter if I get a C or a B or an A in a class? Sure. Perhaps it would change what path I take in life, even if it were to mold that path only a little bit. My point is if I did receive a bad grade it would change my course but not necessarily for the worst. I'm not saying not to try. My dad has always taught me to try my best no matter what. My point is the idea of a stressing over the best grade. I could easily try my best and get a C, it would mean the class was hard. However despite grades, this applies to anything in life. We worry and we worry and we stress about what we don't have, what we want. It's like a race we are trying to finish. But at the end I think most will realize it's not what you had or what you accomplished, but if you enjoyed it. If you lived in the moment and appreciated what you had each moment. If you accepted your life as it was. No matter what situation anyone is in, if you're a lawyer or a doctor or simply a garbage man, it's what make you make of your life that makes it rich. Acceptance brings happiness. Not success. Not money.

Anyways.
I am excited for Christmas.
Song: "Reckoner" by Radiohead

Fears (part 1)

I never realized how dark it was in my home town until I went back there for thanksgiving. I guess I had gotten used to it over the summer, but the fact that it was able to freak me out that much surprised me. Here in the city its quite the opposite night feels like a second day. The nightscape is awash in thousands of artificial suns, and the lights of sky are dimmed. When I was home I went to visit a friend and didn’t make it home until much later. I had left at noon and by the time I started on my way back the sun was far over the horizon. As if to burn the darkness into my mind something had seen fit to overcast the moon. So I drove home in the pitch black with my headlights as the only source of light for miles. The world at that point felt very lonely. I knew that on one side of me was a hill and on the other the lake, but it felt as though there was nothing. If I had turned my headlights off for one moment I think I would have some understanding of infinity. The darkness stretches out for miles in every direction and there’s really nothing to help me from getting lost. But I never turned of my lights and I kept my eyes focused on the road to block out the vision of nothingness. Here in the city though even when I turn of the lights in my room I can still feel that there is light all around me, and I having grown up in the country find that amazing.

I am seeing Robin Thicke tonight! AH! :D

So I am very excited about tonight! I am going to see one of my favorite male r&b singers perform at the Warfield! In my opinion Robin Thicke is probably one of the most underrated music artists out there. I think it might be because he is a White performer singing soulful r&b music, which people usually leave to Black artists.
But I honestly think that Robin Thicke breaks many barriers and can definitely hold his own as a minority in the hip-hop r&b music industry. His voice is so mesmerizing and passionate. I just really wish more people knew about him!

Anyway, here is one of my favorite songs by him called Sweetest Love. In this song he talks about his wife, actress Paula Patton, and their relationship. Needless to say, I am very jealous of her.

Smolita

Hello everyone. Today is Friday, or was. I count it as Friday because I haven't gone to sleep yet. When I wake up tomorrow it will be Saturday, officially. It's funny. It's the end of the Semester and I feel like I've been waiting for this moment for several months only because I "hated" my classes. But did I really hate them? Why do I feel an emptiness? I've been thinking about it and I realize all I miss is the routine. Having a place to be everyday. When I realize my nostalgia for what it is, I no longer miss it. Now, all I want is to be at my Grandma's house hangin' out with her. I really miss her. I hope she knows I miss her.

I had an amazing day with Laura. We spent the whole day together and she helped me shop. If she wasn't there shopping with me I would have gotten my family ridiculous presents that didn't make sense. However, with her help, I surpassed my excitement and thought more about the gifts I got. Let me tell you, they're good gifts. I can say this, I am really going to miss her. A whole month. Yikes.

Anyways. I'm leaving SF with mixed feelings. I'm going to miss it here; However, CHRISTMAS IS MAI FAVORITE HOLIDAY EVER!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEHAWWW!!!

Here's a pic for the day. No, don't say it. I already know we're pretty.

I shall leave you with Tegan and Sara. This is "Living Room."

Bag Lady- Erykah Badu

I am totally bored at the desk so I will be spamming little quinn's blogspot until 10pm. Just so ya know.




I love Erykah Badu. If you don't know who she is, then you need to right now. She is a neo-soul singer from Dallas, Texas with a raspy yet soothing voice that will get you hooked on every word she sings. I really admire her because every song I have listened to teaches me something. She is definitely one of my favorite singers of all time.

This is her song called Bag Lady. At first, I was going to give a quick summary of what the song is about, but I think it's better that you listen to it on your own and see what you get out of it. Enjoy!

The fallen star I would wish on and the one I would hold up in the sky

It seems to be all the time that i'm with my BFF something, not bad but you could say troublesome, happens. I've noticed that these moments are my most memorable moments and they are moments that I like to share with others. They make me feel like me. Just making plans with this person is what I look forward to most of the time. No matter how much trouble we are in or cause for that matter we are always having the best times and we have each other. Its the first person that isn't in my immediate family that I know the relationship is life long. They are who I go to when I have problems and they are one of the few people that I always pay full attention to when they need help and do what ever I can to help. I would do anything for this person and I wouldn't change anything about them. You're my star.

This song is for them

Christmas List! Check it Twice!

For the past two or three years, I haven't had the opportunity to celebrate Christmas. My mom was going through a rough time and couldn't really afford it. Nevertheless, it's brought us closer and as I grow older, I don't necessarily need gifts to make me happier. With that being said, my best friend Hannah and her family have always gotten me presents even though I can't give them anything back. I love her and her family very much and I really want to give them something special. Unfortunately, I don't know what to give them! They are such humble people who are also so indecisive! Gosh! It's really difficult! So this is what I'm thinkin to get her family:

Hannah:

A skirt (she said she wanted it, but that's just not enough!)
A sketch book
A poster (i'm not sure which one yet though...I think i have one in mind)

Miss Capriice (Hannahs momma)

A jewelry set
A scarf
A shirt

Hannah's grandmother

A gift card?
Thats all I got....

I'm so horrible at getting gifts for people.

In a Fog

Every once in awhile I’ll put my entire music collection on shuffle and listen for a long time for a certain song to play. It’s not a specific song or even a particular favorite it’s just a feeling I get. I won’t feel it immediately but slowly over time I’ll begin to play the song over and over again. As it plays I lean back in my chair, prop myself against the bed, and listen. Not intently I’ve never listened very carefully to this song instead I let it enter my mind like a cooling fog wrapping its soothing arms around me. The lyrics float aimlessly by like a crew less ship lost on the sea as the instruments like rain wash the deck. I suppose the closest thing I have to describing it is like being a bird lost in the fog, and every so often I fly across some new unknown structure or landscape. The song is different every time and lately they’ve all been by The Clash. I’m not sure why. First it was Janie Jones, then The Guns of Brixton, and recently Lost in the Supermarket. Like I said before I’m not sure why they’ve only been Clash songs but that’s just how it is.

Did you know (Dec 16)

Did you know that Bob Dylan should never have a class based on his songs?

I'm finally five and forgetting about you.

I wrote this story a long time ago during my senior year in high school. We had to create children's stories and this was a rough draft. In the end, I didn't use it and wrote a story about rabbits and friendships instead. But I couldn't let this one go for some reason. So I found it in my journal, revised it, and turned it into a poem. I really like it because it has a dark childish humor to it. Enjoy.


I am not going to miss you friend.
Our paths will no longer cross at the jungle gym
Nor will they tangle during our jump rope competitions.
I always win and you never want to play!
All you do is tattle on me when I spill milk on the floor when I make cereal
And I am tired of getting into trouble.

I always stick up for you when you do bad things
Like the time you pushed Miranda in the sandbox because she used your shovel.
Mrs. Dawson says we HAVE to share and I told you that!
But you never listen.
I'm beginning to think you don't have ears
Or a nose or eyes or a mouth.

Cause I've never seen it before.
I told mommy about this and she said you were imaginary.
I asked her what that means and she said that you weren't real.
At first, I didn't believe her because you're always around me,
Being bossy and telling me what to do.
But mommy asked me if anyone else saw you
And I couldn't remember.

I don't even think I've seen you before.
You're always hiding in my shadow;
Putting on masks that look like me in the mirror and stealing my clothes!
I didn't believe mom at first,
I mean, if you aren't real,
Then where does my other sock go after mommy washes them?
Why do I keep sticking up for you when you do bad stuff?

Mommy said that friends don't do mean things to friends.
And I think she is right.
Friends don't spill milk or take socks or push people into the sand.
So I am done being your friend.
And now, you aren't in my shadows or in the mirror and mommy got my other sock back!
But most of all, I don't get in trouble anymore and mom makes my cereal now.
I am glad I don't have you as a friend.

Did you know (Dec 15)

Did you know that there's a type of porpoise that lives in the Amazon River?

Nostalgia

I remember my past. Most days were amazing, but some days were bad. The way my eyes lit up when it was just my mom and me in the morning when she combed my hair for school or when my sister pushed me and told me to go away when all I wanted to do was watch her play barbie in her dollhouse. It's so ironic, I vividly remember the memories I had with my sister, but none with my brother and now, I am closer to him than I am with her.

I had a really long conversation with my sister yesterday, her name is Tuesday. We talked about when we were children and how we'd watch all these t.v. shows together. I'd always follow her around. I wanted to be just like her. She was so mean, loud, and honest, but people still loved her. I was the shy little girl in the corner who just wanted to observe the world in the eyes of her big sister. When we were little, my mom always dressed us the same. I loved it so much because I was that much closer to being just like her. Tuesday on the other hand, absolutely hated it. She'd always whine to my mom that she didn't want to dress like me and it hurt my feelings. I never understood it, but now looking back, I guess it was pretty annoying to dress like your baby sister.

My brother was never around that often, he was always over his friend Kory's house. So I always just felt like it was me and her. I remember when she started middle school I'd watch cartoons after school and she'd always wait for The Real World to come on. I wanted to be cool like her so I watched it too though I never really understood what they were talking about. She stopped being interested in kids shows so we didn't have that in common anymore and it made me sad. Then she got her first boyfriend and that made me even more sad. She was a grown up to me and I was still a kid.

Now that I've moved away and I'm a little closer to my brother, I still wish it was like how it used to be. Spending Saturday mornings eating cinnamon toast crunch watching Rugrats and Captain Planet, while our Saturday evenings were spent eating Macaroni & Cheese and watching All That with my sister Tuesday. But those shows don't come on anymore and we're both grown-ups now.

Ai meu deus

This song is called Call to the Comptroller's Office by Bridge and Tunnel. Bridge and Tunnel are just....SO GOOD. They're sort of math rock-y with some pretty awesome sing along parts. The pink couch acoustic version of this also rules. You can watch it here: http://www.ifyoumakeit.com/video/bridge-and-tunnel/call-to-the-comptroller-s-office/

Get into it.

Smolita

It's finals week and I should be studying. However, I am Alysha Quinn so I am on this website procrastinating instead.

There are some songs out there that relax me and put me in a good mood no matter what. This song is one of them. There is something about it that hits me in the good spots. Andrew Bird is pretty awesome in general. I enjoy him.

This song was introduced to me by Laura Fennell.

Listen. "Fake Palindromes" by Andrew Bird.

I get distracted easily

On Sunday I was looking out my window when I should have been writing my paper. The view from here is nothing special all I ever see are walls and windows, and while some people like to watch what other people are doing through the glass, I do not. I do see the appeal though it’s like watching a moving portrait with a set frame. But it’s never been my thing so it is usually very odd when I catch myself looking out the window. However something caught my eye that day there was a small flock of birds sitting in the tree below me, they were very small and brown. It was one of those moments that made me wish I knew more about birds, because they were hopping from branch to branch preening and ruffling their feathers. It was very entertaining to watch. Each one would hope from one branch to another and they seemed as though they were following each other very intently. Then suddenly one took off and they all followed, and I think that was my favorite moment of the whole day. There were more birds in the tree then I had thought, and they flew in a scattered pattern their little wings beating faster than a mouse’s hear to stay aloft. I followed them with my eyes until they disappeared into the clouds.

Did you know (Dec 13)

Did you know that Janis Joplin was voted 'Ugliest Man' in college? She sure showed them!

Cool, not Stool

Lemuria is a 3 piece from New York, and this girl can seriously shred on guitar. I saw them a couple years ago with AJJ, but no one was really into it so it was kind of a bummer. I keep wishin' on a star that they'll come back to the west coast sometime soon. This is their song "Pants".

Get into it.

8 min

The wind slides behind my glasses and my eyes turn to the ground. Quietly, the night takes a deep breath, and my lungs follow suit. My feet move swiftly, carrying me up the glistening road, bathed in streams that the streetlights wish they could always be. I hear the breath of the night, and I slow down as my glasses fog up due to my own exhaling. Finally, quiet. The wind pushes my face, saying 'look behind you.' I don't obey, and a car passes, one I didn't see. I wait for the car to move from the red sign and my feet continue. Bob Dylan whispers in my head, we've walked this road together a lot this past week. Tonight though, I just want to walk and listen to the dark. We walk in silence. 'Look behind you,' pushes the wind; this time I see the car, the only noise on the lonely street except for the gusts that sound like seashells in my ears. I listen to my feet-they hurt but seem to float because they leave no print, no trace that they ever trod this street, except for my memory. 'Look behind you' cries the wind, and there is nothing. But my breath speeds. I hear something else, it's no longer silent. I look ahead and around the corner, there they are. Three of them. My eyes hit the sidewalk and I hold my breath, wishing to melt back into the darkness. They laugh and joke and pay me no mind, and my lungs relax as my feet fly me across the asphalt and rails. Now my feet are louder, the sidewalk turns downward like the tip of a frown, and I have returned to the ebb and flow that only occurs when one walks alone, with no sun and no moon. The sidewalk turns at ninety degrees, and I follow it. I see a car, the headlights behind me. I miss the dark, hide me once again. The gate rattles and sticks, but now I am home, and as I am here, I wish I were there, waiting and listening.

Did you know (Dec 12-13)

Did you know that there are 1189 chapters in the Bible?

Micachu & The Shapes- Worst Bastard

A few months ago, my good friend Taylor introduced me to a new britastic band, Micachu & The Shapes. After giving it one listen, I immediately fell in love. This lovely trio from London creates such magical electropoppy goodness that makes me want to dance all night long like Lionel Richie.

My iTunes play count has reached a little under 100 with this song, Worst Bastard, and I was surprised. I could've sworn I played it more than that.

Anyway, dance now and thank me later. This song is cool.

Did you know (Dec 11)

Did you know that for every person who drinks coffee daily, there is someone who depends on it for their livelihood?

PS- buy Fair Trade!

Ava-la

Rawkin'

This song, "Books About Miles Davis", is one of my favorites by The Ergs!

I'd say they're a pretty rad pop punk band. Much to my dismay, The Ergs! disbanded about a year ago.

SO....all of you listeners out there should carry on their legacy by partying hard to their tunes.

Get into it.

P.S. Saves The Day/ New Found Glory/ Fireworks tour in March? THE MOST PARTY. THE MOST SING ALONGS.

If I'm not there, I'm dead.

Smolita

So I have discovered that I can actually have multiple authors on my blog! So now there will be several people, hopefully, posting updates every so often. Also, if anyone would like to post something just let me know and I'll set it up!

So here's a pic for the day!

He still has no idea I've made this blog because I still want his hat. This picture will also delay me from showing him because he will be mad at me for posting it. BUT I HAD TO BECAUSE HE LOOKS SO DAMN CREEPY!!!

However, I am dedicating the song below to him. It's his favorite Brand New song right now. I the previous song was also Brand New, but this song is so good. My favorite part is from about 1:50 to 2:50, the end of that segment being the best. Enjoy!



Sincerely,
Smo

poehums

And when you find me breaking the sky in two,
know that I've always loved you.
Creating the colors the sunset brings
onto my canvas of a dream,
Fallen into my lap like a random leaf,
I now know you are the one for me.

Atlas Breaks

The city, a many armed Atlas stretching its arms into the sky to keep it from crushing the world. A makeshift god constructed of concrete and steel, laid in gold to gleam for the faithful. They rest beneath the overprotective arms and worship their false idols that honk, and beep, and spew lies. The computers and machines, the demigods that the people pray to in hopes that they will speak to their god on their behalf. The people work tirelessly, rushing throughout the city like blood. Pumping life into their god, for they feared the sky that loomed ever present over their heads.
One day an arm collapsed, a virus from within mutated a single cell to turn against the greater body. A sickly being the virus infected the host with the lowest of human emotion. The people rushed to the ruined structure and sifted through the ruble. There was nothing that could be saved and so a plan was conceived. The arm would be replaced, made bigger and stronger than its predecessor, and so they set to work immediately. The god’s blood set about repairing the body. They were successful in their Endeavour and there was a celebration for their achievement. The new structure was praised as a great achievement and would be the strongest safeguard against the sky. And so the people relaxed felt safe. When they found a little inconvenience in life they prayed to their demigods for guidance. The city became blissful and happy once again but still they were naïve and foolish. The virus had spread and touched many more of their cells and mutated them.
Soon the demigods were alight spewing information on the new diseases. They praised the people who had aided in fighting the virus and cursed the diseases itself. They fought hard against the cancer and were on the brink of victory when the unthinkable happened, another arm fell. So they worked quickly to quiet the cancer and just as fast to construct a new tower. The city, Atlas remained proud and silent and watched his body repair itself and felt content that his worshippers worked so hard. The new arm was not as strong as the previous one but it kept the sky in its place and was deemed good enough. The people breathed a sigh of relief but they were baffled that they could not completely destroy the cancer.
One after another the arms were broken and rebuilt in haste. Until one day they were nothing but thin spires stretching into the sky. They prodded and poked it until it cried out in anguish. Long gone were the days when the sky could rest comfortably on the arms of Atlas. It tried to lash out at the foolish worshippers down below but it couldn’t reach. They finally safe believing they could keep the sky at bay, but they didn’t expect the cancer to return
The cancer had been but was weak and only served as a distraction, but it had served its purpose. The city had changed and became something ugly, before it was gentle, kind, a lover and protector. Now it had been changed by its worshipper into a fighter, a warrior. The once peaceful sky became enraged to see its old friend turned into a monster. It had done what the cancer could not, it destroyed the towers. Then it reached down with its hand of wind and fire and sought to destroy the people. The humans prayed to their demigods but they just sat in their shrines. They realized that they had to leave. So they fled from their god, their Atlas like blood from a wounded body. Atlas became pale and cold as its life’s blood fled to the security of another far off god. The sky took pity on the poor city and quietly laid it down to rest.

Dismal Morning Hours

“The train arrives in an hour,” Mike said. “Is there anything you want to do,” I replied.
“No, I think I’ve done everything, you?”
“There’re a few more things, but there’s always next time.”
“Not for me.” We sat on the uncomfortable chairs, patiently waiting for the train.
20 minutes passed by. “You sure you want to leave,” he asked. “Not really,” I said. 10 more minutes passed. “Half an hour left.” I nodded in agreement and stood up. His eyes followed me nervously as I walked over to the vending machine. I checked my wallet; there was enough for two drinks. When I walked back to where he was sitting I stopped to look around the station. It was a blue and gray building, dull in appearance, and cold. Cold in the same way an uncaring parent is cold to his child, an unwelcoming departure point.
I sat back down and handed Mike his drink. He opened it and took a few small sips. We both sat there uncomfortably waiting for the 5:15. “20 more minutes,” he said. “Fuck,” I said, “I can’t do it.”
“You agreed to.”
“I know I did but I just don’t want to leave. I have a life here; I don’t want to throw that all away because of one mistake.”
“You shouldn’t have agreed it then.”
“Listen if you hadn’t…”
“If I hadn’t what? Saved your ass. Do you have any idea the kind of trouble you’d be in if I hadn’t done that.”
“Still…” I had no response for that. What he said was true. 5 more minutes I thought to myself. The intercom came on to report that the train would be arriving shortly.
When it arrived we grabbed our things and hurried on board to find some empty seats. The train was empty for the most part. There were small groups of people here and there, no one I knew. We sat down it would be a long ride.
He only got up once to go to the bathroom. It would take us three hours to get to Fresno. When we were half way there I wished I had brought a book. Mike didn’t say much so I just looked out the window. “Next stop Fresno,” came a voice from the intercom.
It was dark when we arrived. We grabbed a cab and went to the nearest hotel. The clerk at the desk was kind and quick at her job, she didn’t leave much time for conversation. I noticed when signing in Mike gave a fake name, that was probably for the best. He then paid in cash. We went to the room that was the farthest away from the lobby. When we were in the room I collapsed faced down on my bed.
I hadn’t heard him open his bag so he must have kept it on him. I felt the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of my head. “Sorry man,” he said, “they asked that do it out of town.” I guess he pulled the trigger because after that I heard a bang and then darkness. The last thing I thought was, I wonder if this is how the universe began.
Mike went to outside to where a car was waiting. He opened the door. “Everything went well I hope,” said the driver. Mike just nodded and signaled for them to leave

Super Junior- Sorry Sorry/Answer

Super Junior is a Korean pop (also known as k-pop) band from Seoul. For over four years, this thirteen member group, that's right thirteen members, have been topping the Korean charts with hits like "U", "Sorry Sorry", and my favorite song, "It's You". Though they sing Korean, their message and emotion in each song breaks all language barriers.

Each member of Super Junior has their own personal flair to the group that caters to everyone. I know for a fact that Alysha loves the cute and ever so chubby, Shindong, a fantastic dancer and rapper. My personal favorite is the handsome and wise, Kyuhyun, who also has one of the best voices in the group! The others are amazing as well, I don't feel like listing all of their names, one being the reason that I barely know them all, and two because you're gonna forget anyway so it's pointless.

Though I have only been a Super Junior fan for a few months, they keep getting better and better each day my friend Jimmy brings them up (which is every day!).

I love the song I posted above because it's a r&b remix of Sorry Sorry and it really shows off the amazing voices Kyuhyun, Reoweuk, and Yesung are blessed with. So take a listen! It's complete with English subs because I know none of you understand Korean!

Did You Know (Dec 9)

Did you know that at the Monterey Pop Festival in 1968, Jimi Hendrix and The Who were scheduled to go on at the same time? After bickering for a while, it was decided that The Who, who were famous for turning their concerts into theatrical events, would go on first, followed by the Grateful Dead, who just stood there and played. Pete Townshend of The Who smashed his guitar after the show and threw it offstage. Not to be outdone, Jimi (famously) lit his on fire.

Ava-la

Payce

"Magazines" by Brand New

Awesome band. Sweet song. Listen.

Today students have commandeered the Business building at school in protest to the budget cuts. All the classes in the building were canceled today. Apparently their demands are ridiculous but I think it's cool they're doing something to stop this madness. Hopefully something will change.

Just saw Fantastic Mr. Fox and guess what? It was fantastic! Go watch it. I'm definitely getting the DVD.

Hope everyone had a good day!
-smo

Note:
The very first word in this song, for years, I thought was, "well teacher you destroy me.." Jay Paul thought it was saying "Wet t-shirt..."

The actual line is: "Laetitia, you destroy me.."Haha.

Song of the day

"Black" by Okkervil River

I love this song. I also just spent more than four hours trying to figure out how to get this player to work. Couldn't have done it without KB!

Anyways. Okkervil River is a band that was introduced to me by Laura. I love them, to say the least. I like this song but all of the songs off of this album, Black Sheep Boy, I find are good.

Pic of the day

I stole Jay Paul's hat and I'm not going to tell him I have it. This is because I want it.

Slips and Tangles

WOO HOO BLOGGING