Memories like Bullets

I'm extremely tired and intimidated by the thought of myself writing anything long and legitimate right now. Although, I feel like I really want to express myself and get some words down, and more importantly update by blog that has just been treading water for days.

I've decided I'm going to take the easy way out and just write down some bulleted thoughts that are running through my mind.

- I'm still surprised and taken aback every time I see Aaron's (a longtime friend of mine) band, Witness the Atrocity. They are just super legit. They are rapidly gaining momentum and continue to get better at what they do. Aaron has ridiculous pipes that he's figuring out how to use, and a blatant rise in confidence has done gangbusters for his energy and stage presence. He's getting real brutal.

- Tony's (best friend) band, Purge This City, has come a long way as well. I think they'll always look back to their addition by subtraction as their launching point. I'm proud to see them recording, booking shows, and networking effectively. I'd just love to see them add some dimension and creativity to their mantra.

- Ever since me and Phoenix broke up (in the spring, after a 1+ year relationship), I never thought I could find someone to fill her shoes. But somehow, I've managed to meet a girl who has blown me away. From my perspective, we fit together perfectly, and she completes my venn-diagram, if you will. She isn't offended or turned off by my over-the-line sense of humor, she makes me feel comfortable and desire to be myself, she understands and is intrigued by me, she calms me down and makes me want to behave as a better person, and most importantly she makes me happy and excited. I don't know if we'll ever work out, or if anything will ever come of it, but at least if it doesn't, I know there is in fact at least one other girl out there who is right for me, and people can make me happy. She has given me hope if nothing else.

- I feel like their is a direct correlation between the length of my hair and how many times I get called 'bro' in a day.

- Despite the lack of beautifully woven subplots ala the book and the complete disregard for the concept of building up to the climax, HP6 was an extremely decent movie. It was hysterical, the special effects intrigued me, and the cinematography was spot on. It was easily the best HP movie to date, and would even work as a stand alone film. My most prominent desire was for the ending to be more embellished, with stronger focus on believable acting being a close second. I'm optimistic about the final two.

- Airplanes have roofs, if they didn't, they wouldn't be airplanes.

- On the night of prom, a murder occurred. Only Stacey's blood was found, but she was neither the killer nor the victim. Outside of her, no one else was involved. What happened?

- At night, State Street gets real sketchy. Between the drunks and the homeless I felt a bit uncomfortable walking behind two attractive young women who appeared to have some wealth.

- I don't know what it is about me, but I have an unprecedented talent for picking out girls' outfits while shopping. It may be my keen eye for color or a wealth of knowledge for how certain cuts would correspond with certain bodies. But either way, I'm still not gay.



P.S. I hate myself a little more for writing in that format.

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