Favorite music video from 21st Century Breakdown:
East Jesus Nowhere. Even though its live footage, its kick ass.
End.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Tubbies, babygirl. Sting!
The front is like a car, the back is like a truck
The front is where we kiss, the back is where we
El Camino, El El Camino
"Did you know Billie Joe Armstrong traveled with his own tattoo gun?"
The front is where we kiss, the back is where we
El Camino, El El Camino
"Did you know Billie Joe Armstrong traveled with his own tattoo gun?"
Day 5
Favorite song from insomniac:
In fuckin possible no, fuckin way. This album is toooootally undercredited and I am not about to contribute to this nonsense. So instead im going to go into detail about how awesome it actually is.
First of all...God Told Me to Skin You Alive is the name of the artwork on the cover...and its fuckin cool, if you find all three skulls on the cover, you are dubbed an Insomniac.
Fuckin 86. I love love love this song. It has so much attitude and its a direct fuck you to all the pompus assholes at Gilman who carved "Billie Joe must die" into a fuckin bathroom stall in 94. Get the fuck over it, you should be happy one of you actually broke onto the scene let alone still be relevant and successful today. Dont let the door kick you in the ass fuckers.
Brat. Love playing this when Im pissed at the parental unit.
Armatage Shanks. For some reason lately this song has grown on me quite a bit.Maybe its because I have been self declared a loner in a catastrophic mind.
Brain Stew/ Jaded. I can never turn these off when they come on. And it is the beginning of the Green Day trend to bleed one song into another. One of my favorite things is to watch the beginning of Brain Stew upsidedown like Billie is on the couch. Makes me feel close to him ha.
Westbound Sign is my state of mind right now, I feel myself living those lyrics in the near future.
Geek Stink Breath will go down in history to me as the most disgusting video, with Billie at one of his finest moments. I cant do teeth. Sorry guys, but fuck I love this song.
In fuckin possible no, fuckin way. This album is toooootally undercredited and I am not about to contribute to this nonsense. So instead im going to go into detail about how awesome it actually is.
First of all...God Told Me to Skin You Alive is the name of the artwork on the cover...and its fuckin cool, if you find all three skulls on the cover, you are dubbed an Insomniac.
Fuckin 86. I love love love this song. It has so much attitude and its a direct fuck you to all the pompus assholes at Gilman who carved "Billie Joe must die" into a fuckin bathroom stall in 94. Get the fuck over it, you should be happy one of you actually broke onto the scene let alone still be relevant and successful today. Dont let the door kick you in the ass fuckers.
Brat. Love playing this when Im pissed at the parental unit.
Armatage Shanks. For some reason lately this song has grown on me quite a bit.Maybe its because I have been self declared a loner in a catastrophic mind.
Brain Stew/ Jaded. I can never turn these off when they come on. And it is the beginning of the Green Day trend to bleed one song into another. One of my favorite things is to watch the beginning of Brain Stew upsidedown like Billie is on the couch. Makes me feel close to him ha.
Westbound Sign is my state of mind right now, I feel myself living those lyrics in the near future.
Geek Stink Breath will go down in history to me as the most disgusting video, with Billie at one of his finest moments. I cant do teeth. Sorry guys, but fuck I love this song.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Day 4
Favorite song from Kerplunk:
Ok this is a definate tie, which is hard enough as it is considering that album kicks so much ass its ridiculous to even think about. But anyways. Here they are. Either Christie Road or Who Wrote Holden Caulfield.
I love Christie Road because it embodies a lot of things Ive felt at one time or another. Plus I like the way its kind of slow and dreary at the beginning then it picks up. But the lyrics are what makes this one of my favorite songs from them, and tied as the best from Kerplunk.
Who wrote holden caulfield has always been a favorite of mine. I like the shout out to Billies favorite book. And the song is just so damn good to pass up. Between the lyrics and the actual music...I cant deal. I love the fact that they play it live still, and in one of their most recent shows with AFI Davey Havok came out to sing with Billie, but ended up just singing it himself. For some reason everytime they perform it Billie goes off into guitarist mode, with a side of front man. Its kinda cool.
Ok this is a definate tie, which is hard enough as it is considering that album kicks so much ass its ridiculous to even think about. But anyways. Here they are. Either Christie Road or Who Wrote Holden Caulfield.
I love Christie Road because it embodies a lot of things Ive felt at one time or another. Plus I like the way its kind of slow and dreary at the beginning then it picks up. But the lyrics are what makes this one of my favorite songs from them, and tied as the best from Kerplunk.
Who wrote holden caulfield has always been a favorite of mine. I like the shout out to Billies favorite book. And the song is just so damn good to pass up. Between the lyrics and the actual music...I cant deal. I love the fact that they play it live still, and in one of their most recent shows with AFI Davey Havok came out to sing with Billie, but ended up just singing it himself. For some reason everytime they perform it Billie goes off into guitarist mode, with a side of front man. Its kinda cool.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Somebody keep my balance, I think Im falling off.
I feel like Im losing my fuckin mind.
Like this isnt real. Any of it. Its freaking me the fuck out.
Theres nothing inspiring in this shit town, and I need out.
Ive been having these anxiety attacks at night that have been keeping me up. So Ive started writing it out in this half assed journal...its been helping I guess.
Theres nothing here, I feel no connection to anything.
I need something new Im feeling restless.
Like this isnt real. Any of it. Its freaking me the fuck out.
Theres nothing inspiring in this shit town, and I need out.
Ive been having these anxiety attacks at night that have been keeping me up. So Ive started writing it out in this half assed journal...its been helping I guess.
Theres nothing here, I feel no connection to anything.
I need something new Im feeling restless.
Day 3
Favorite song from American Idiot:
Oh fuckin eh. This is such a hard question. Depends on the mood, to be honest.
But a song I can not turn off once it comes on, and cant go wrong with it...is Jesus of Suburbia.
When they played this at Darien Lake, I started balling my eyes out. Its so empowering to sing the words back to Billie Joe. Its a high I cant even describe.
Oh fuckin eh. This is such a hard question. Depends on the mood, to be honest.
But a song I can not turn off once it comes on, and cant go wrong with it...is Jesus of Suburbia.
When they played this at Darien Lake, I started balling my eyes out. Its so empowering to sing the words back to Billie Joe. Its a high I cant even describe.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Day 2
First Green Day song I ever heard:
The first one I heard was Nice Guys Finish Last, the opening track of Nimrod.
I was only 5 at the time, but I hung out with my cousins alot who were both older and more like sisters to me. Sarah was nearly in Jr. High and Amanda was in High School. So they were totally into them. Amanda had Dookie on tape and Sarah had Nimrod on cd. So she told me to go pick out something to listen to while we played Super Nintendo (thats right kickin it old school) and I opened her messy cabinet of cds that were stacked way to high and fell when I had opened it. Green Day and a bunch of other shit fell out. So I grabbed a bunch, other bands I now know as Dude Ranch, Eve 6 and Third Eye Blind cds. But the one I handed to Sarah to put in first was one with big yellow blobs on the front that looked cool.
When I heard the opening music to it, I was floored. Forever to be changed.
Soon, I had borrowed Nimrod, I conveniently called the yellow album, so much she started hiding it. Eventually another album came out striking my interest, this time it had really bright colors coming out of the center and I loved it to fuckin bits. That time, I was a little older. I had figured out how to sneek. So I ended up taking International Superhits from her for months. She was pissed. But it changed something in me.
I listened to them non stop from then. But when American Idiot came out I had to sneek it home since it had parental advisory and I didnt know what my mom would think, with me being in only 6th grade, listening to the words fuck and faggot...well from someone besides my dad.
I began saving any money I came in contact with, and soon, I had Green Days entire discographyand up to AI in my underwear drawer where the back cracked and allowed me to lift it out of my dresser. In all honesty I can thank my half sister Lucy for a lot of that. She sent me a $50 gift card to best buy for my birthday.
I remember playing out Holiday's video on the bus with my friend Courtney every morning. Listening to Jesus of Suburbia on repeat before bed. Wondering what exactly Billie was talking about in American Idiot, and after an interview he had done...I turned on the news. Singing Letterbomb everyday on my walk from the bus stop. Taking comfort in Wake Me Up When September Ends when my 14 year old dog died. And having a cosmic connection to the words of Whatsername. Watching the videos on International Supervideos, over and over and over. Ripping any poster of them from undeserving teeny bopper magazines at wal mart, covering every inch of wall space I had with their faces. My first song learned on guitar being Brain Stew, then When I Come Around, then Good Riddance...until I wanted to play em all. Writing the lyrics to Homecoming on the back of every class binder I had as I sat in class. Watching Bullet in a Bible literally every single night for a year, and making my mom drive me to buy it the day it came out.
All of these things, little moments in time, changed me. Educated me.
King for a Day taught me what bisexual, cross dressing, and other strange concepts at the age of 6.
Waiting brings me nothing but bittersweet memories of laying on my floor baking in the summer sun coming through my window, listening my father take care of my chemo striken mother in bed. Allowing me to see the brighter side of her even being alive, and to...thank my lucky stars.
I grew up moving constantly. Never having a friend for to long, hell my oldest friendship only goes to 6th grade. No lifelong friend, no siblings, the only thing I had to shove all my anger, feelings, emotion, love,confusion, and interest into was their music.
I dont know anything other than being this person...this is who Ive always been since I can remember. There isnt a memory in my head, where I wasnt a Green Day fan.
And to think, it all started with Nice Guys Finish Last
The first one I heard was Nice Guys Finish Last, the opening track of Nimrod.
I was only 5 at the time, but I hung out with my cousins alot who were both older and more like sisters to me. Sarah was nearly in Jr. High and Amanda was in High School. So they were totally into them. Amanda had Dookie on tape and Sarah had Nimrod on cd. So she told me to go pick out something to listen to while we played Super Nintendo (thats right kickin it old school) and I opened her messy cabinet of cds that were stacked way to high and fell when I had opened it. Green Day and a bunch of other shit fell out. So I grabbed a bunch, other bands I now know as Dude Ranch, Eve 6 and Third Eye Blind cds. But the one I handed to Sarah to put in first was one with big yellow blobs on the front that looked cool.
When I heard the opening music to it, I was floored. Forever to be changed.
Soon, I had borrowed Nimrod, I conveniently called the yellow album, so much she started hiding it. Eventually another album came out striking my interest, this time it had really bright colors coming out of the center and I loved it to fuckin bits. That time, I was a little older. I had figured out how to sneek. So I ended up taking International Superhits from her for months. She was pissed. But it changed something in me.
I listened to them non stop from then. But when American Idiot came out I had to sneek it home since it had parental advisory and I didnt know what my mom would think, with me being in only 6th grade, listening to the words fuck and faggot...well from someone besides my dad.
I began saving any money I came in contact with, and soon, I had Green Days entire discographyand up to AI in my underwear drawer where the back cracked and allowed me to lift it out of my dresser. In all honesty I can thank my half sister Lucy for a lot of that. She sent me a $50 gift card to best buy for my birthday.
I remember playing out Holiday's video on the bus with my friend Courtney every morning. Listening to Jesus of Suburbia on repeat before bed. Wondering what exactly Billie was talking about in American Idiot, and after an interview he had done...I turned on the news. Singing Letterbomb everyday on my walk from the bus stop. Taking comfort in Wake Me Up When September Ends when my 14 year old dog died. And having a cosmic connection to the words of Whatsername. Watching the videos on International Supervideos, over and over and over. Ripping any poster of them from undeserving teeny bopper magazines at wal mart, covering every inch of wall space I had with their faces. My first song learned on guitar being Brain Stew, then When I Come Around, then Good Riddance...until I wanted to play em all. Writing the lyrics to Homecoming on the back of every class binder I had as I sat in class. Watching Bullet in a Bible literally every single night for a year, and making my mom drive me to buy it the day it came out.
All of these things, little moments in time, changed me. Educated me.
King for a Day taught me what bisexual, cross dressing, and other strange concepts at the age of 6.
Waiting brings me nothing but bittersweet memories of laying on my floor baking in the summer sun coming through my window, listening my father take care of my chemo striken mother in bed. Allowing me to see the brighter side of her even being alive, and to...thank my lucky stars.
I grew up moving constantly. Never having a friend for to long, hell my oldest friendship only goes to 6th grade. No lifelong friend, no siblings, the only thing I had to shove all my anger, feelings, emotion, love,confusion, and interest into was their music.
I dont know anything other than being this person...this is who Ive always been since I can remember. There isnt a memory in my head, where I wasnt a Green Day fan.
And to think, it all started with Nice Guys Finish Last
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Day 1
Favorite member of Green Day:
Ok, so obviously I love every single one of them to death...but, as everyone in my life also knows. Billie Joe Armstrong rocks my fuckin world ha. Heres why.
The man is a lyrical genius, the way he uses words so powerfully. He can be so menacing with songs like Platypus and Christians Inferno. Then. He writes something breathtakingly beautiful like Last Night on Earth where it literally brings me to tears at times. He doesnt just write songs. He writes anthems. Soul searching, informative, and still heartbreaking and beautiful. I dont know where he comes up with it all, being nearly the sole writer of every damn song. His words are like my bible. I believe in them, live through them, and apply them. Green Day is after all like a religion to me. Theres something in the way he writes that makes everything else in my world stop momentarily. When Im listening to Green Day everything makes sense.
Moving on to more reasons hes my favorite though.
The man is so fuckin talented its insane. Sometimes his voice is soft as velvet on my ears, while other times he sounds like his vocal chords should be ripped to pieces. It gives me chills when he sings...and brings me to tears. He plays guitar, drums, bass, sax, harmonica, mandolin, xzylephone, piano and probably other things unknown to the world. Its amazing to watch him play the guitar. He hits chords so hard and has so much skill that people dont even know about. Because he doesnt whip out a guitar solo in every damn song to show it off. But the man can fuckin play, which considering his massively impressive guitar collection would you expect anything else?
Hes an amazing performer as well, he definately delivers. The way he interacts with the crowd and brings so many fucking people on stage. He has a trust in us to not go Mark David Chapman on him, which sometimes terrifies the shit out of me. And when I saw that a fan had tripped Billie in the stands during Know Your Enemy...I got so scared. What would have happened if he wouldnt have just tripped him and busted his elbow and guitar? How he can trust his fans so much...I dont know, but I appreciate it. And he makes it impossible not to participate in the Hey Ohs and arm waving, or jumping and screaming. Im tellin ya, never pass up a Green Day show...there are no bad seats. And he cares so much that we have fun but not get hurt. Like in Toronto some fan punched a younger kid in the pit. Billie got him pulled out, but before security got there the kid flipped him off...so Billie spit on him. It was awesome.
Hes so dedicated. I think if he wouldnt be married to Adrienne I wouldnt be as attracted to him. The way he talks about her is so fuckin romantic. And if he didnt have her and his two boys, he would probably be the stereotypical rock star with groupies and a different chick on his arm at every award show. But he isnt. Hes grounded and down to earth because of her, and I have realized this. Its part of the respect I have for him as a human being. But its not just Adrienne, when I see the relationship he has with Mike its makes me smile. They are so unbelievably close and adorable. I like watching them play together and just act like their playing in the studio together. Nothing between them has changed. Still two eleven year olds playing music and being best friends. And its painfully obvious hes a wonderful father. The way he talks about Joey and Jakob...and how he acts with kids on stage.
Obviously its no secret the mans attractive but...if you seriously look at him. Its unbelievable. His green eyes are such a lovely shade I couldnt stop staring at them when I met him. His hair is still thick and curly but the colors he dyes it gives him different looks. His fore arms are literally the best Ive ever seen and thats saying alot. I love how short he is especially when hes running back and forth all night on a stage and all you see is this little zip of black light go by. I swear his nose is near perfectly straight. His teeth used to be soooo bad, now their fixed kind of because hes chipped his teeth so many times on mics. The crooked smile adds to his charm. Hes fuckin hilarious and when he laughs at his own jokes it just makes it even better because his laugh is even cute. The tattoos are always hot. The way he dresses is always so casual until hes on stage. But he still dresses like a rock star...but with old clothes. Its like he doesnt buy any new clothes ever. Its kind of funny though. Just goes to show all famous people arent conceited assholes. Hes sincere and such a nice guy, but still out of his god damn mind in a good way. But damn. Theres something about that man smoking a cigarette that I just cant deny.Plus...the man can fuckin fly its official.
Ok, so obviously I love every single one of them to death...but, as everyone in my life also knows. Billie Joe Armstrong rocks my fuckin world ha. Heres why.
The man is a lyrical genius, the way he uses words so powerfully. He can be so menacing with songs like Platypus and Christians Inferno. Then. He writes something breathtakingly beautiful like Last Night on Earth where it literally brings me to tears at times. He doesnt just write songs. He writes anthems. Soul searching, informative, and still heartbreaking and beautiful. I dont know where he comes up with it all, being nearly the sole writer of every damn song. His words are like my bible. I believe in them, live through them, and apply them. Green Day is after all like a religion to me. Theres something in the way he writes that makes everything else in my world stop momentarily. When Im listening to Green Day everything makes sense.
Moving on to more reasons hes my favorite though.
The man is so fuckin talented its insane. Sometimes his voice is soft as velvet on my ears, while other times he sounds like his vocal chords should be ripped to pieces. It gives me chills when he sings...and brings me to tears. He plays guitar, drums, bass, sax, harmonica, mandolin, xzylephone, piano and probably other things unknown to the world. Its amazing to watch him play the guitar. He hits chords so hard and has so much skill that people dont even know about. Because he doesnt whip out a guitar solo in every damn song to show it off. But the man can fuckin play, which considering his massively impressive guitar collection would you expect anything else?
Hes an amazing performer as well, he definately delivers. The way he interacts with the crowd and brings so many fucking people on stage. He has a trust in us to not go Mark David Chapman on him, which sometimes terrifies the shit out of me. And when I saw that a fan had tripped Billie in the stands during Know Your Enemy...I got so scared. What would have happened if he wouldnt have just tripped him and busted his elbow and guitar? How he can trust his fans so much...I dont know, but I appreciate it. And he makes it impossible not to participate in the Hey Ohs and arm waving, or jumping and screaming. Im tellin ya, never pass up a Green Day show...there are no bad seats. And he cares so much that we have fun but not get hurt. Like in Toronto some fan punched a younger kid in the pit. Billie got him pulled out, but before security got there the kid flipped him off...so Billie spit on him. It was awesome.
Hes so dedicated. I think if he wouldnt be married to Adrienne I wouldnt be as attracted to him. The way he talks about her is so fuckin romantic. And if he didnt have her and his two boys, he would probably be the stereotypical rock star with groupies and a different chick on his arm at every award show. But he isnt. Hes grounded and down to earth because of her, and I have realized this. Its part of the respect I have for him as a human being. But its not just Adrienne, when I see the relationship he has with Mike its makes me smile. They are so unbelievably close and adorable. I like watching them play together and just act like their playing in the studio together. Nothing between them has changed. Still two eleven year olds playing music and being best friends. And its painfully obvious hes a wonderful father. The way he talks about Joey and Jakob...and how he acts with kids on stage.
Obviously its no secret the mans attractive but...if you seriously look at him. Its unbelievable. His green eyes are such a lovely shade I couldnt stop staring at them when I met him. His hair is still thick and curly but the colors he dyes it gives him different looks. His fore arms are literally the best Ive ever seen and thats saying alot. I love how short he is especially when hes running back and forth all night on a stage and all you see is this little zip of black light go by. I swear his nose is near perfectly straight. His teeth used to be soooo bad, now their fixed kind of because hes chipped his teeth so many times on mics. The crooked smile adds to his charm. Hes fuckin hilarious and when he laughs at his own jokes it just makes it even better because his laugh is even cute. The tattoos are always hot. The way he dresses is always so casual until hes on stage. But he still dresses like a rock star...but with old clothes. Its like he doesnt buy any new clothes ever. Its kind of funny though. Just goes to show all famous people arent conceited assholes. Hes sincere and such a nice guy, but still out of his god damn mind in a good way. But damn. Theres something about that man smoking a cigarette that I just cant deny.Plus...the man can fuckin fly its official.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Redemption Song: Green Day Challenge Version 2.0
I get to redeem myself. I recommend hardcore fans apply this to their favorite band...its a nice little reminder of things you love about them.
Blogger, be prepared for spamming starting today. Lots and lots of spamming :)
Day 1 - Favourite member of Green Day
Day 2 - First Green Day song you ever heard
Day 3 - Favourite song from “American Idiot”
Day 4 - Favourite song from “Kerplunk!”
Day 5 - Favourite song from “Insomniac”
Day 6 - Favourite music video from “21st Century Breakdown”
Day 7 - Favourite music video from “Dookie”
Day 8 - Favourite music video from “Nimrod”
Day 9 - Something you love about Billie Joe Armstrong
Day 10 - Something you love about Mike Dirnt
Day 11- Something you love about Tre Cool
Day 12 - Favourite Billie Joe Armstrong picture
Day 13 - Favorite Tre Cool picture
Day 14 - Favorite Mike Dirnt picture
Day 15 - Favourite side project (The Network, Foxboro Hottubs, Pinhead Gunpowder)
Day 16 - Favourite GD video that you have memorized
Day 17 - Favourite lyric from a song on the album “Warning”
Day 18 - Favourite lyric from a song on the album “39/Smooth”
Day 19 - Favourite lyric from a song on the album “Nimrod”
Day 20 - Your favourite song that doesn’t have a music video
Day 21 - One Green Day song that you could listen to forever
Day 22 - Number of concerts you have been to
Day 23 - Favourite Green Day album
Day 24 - Number of GD songs you have on your music player
Day 25 - When you became a Green Day fan
Day 26 - Number of posters you have on your wall
Day 27 - Your least favourite Green Day song
Day 28 - Your favourite live Green Day song
Day 29 - A Green Day song that makes you sad
Day 30 - A Green Day song that makes you happy
Blogger, be prepared for spamming starting today. Lots and lots of spamming :)
Day 1 - Favourite member of Green Day
Day 2 - First Green Day song you ever heard
Day 3 - Favourite song from “American Idiot”
Day 4 - Favourite song from “Kerplunk!”
Day 5 - Favourite song from “Insomniac”
Day 6 - Favourite music video from “21st Century Breakdown”
Day 7 - Favourite music video from “Dookie”
Day 8 - Favourite music video from “Nimrod”
Day 9 - Something you love about Billie Joe Armstrong
Day 10 - Something you love about Mike Dirnt
Day 11- Something you love about Tre Cool
Day 12 - Favourite Billie Joe Armstrong picture
Day 13 - Favorite Tre Cool picture
Day 14 - Favorite Mike Dirnt picture
Day 15 - Favourite side project (The Network, Foxboro Hottubs, Pinhead Gunpowder)
Day 16 - Favourite GD video that you have memorized
Day 17 - Favourite lyric from a song on the album “Warning”
Day 18 - Favourite lyric from a song on the album “39/Smooth”
Day 19 - Favourite lyric from a song on the album “Nimrod”
Day 20 - Your favourite song that doesn’t have a music video
Day 21 - One Green Day song that you could listen to forever
Day 22 - Number of concerts you have been to
Day 23 - Favourite Green Day album
Day 24 - Number of GD songs you have on your music player
Day 25 - When you became a Green Day fan
Day 26 - Number of posters you have on your wall
Day 27 - Your least favourite Green Day song
Day 28 - Your favourite live Green Day song
Day 29 - A Green Day song that makes you sad
Day 30 - A Green Day song that makes you happy
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sending all my love to you.
I cant watch Up
I cant listen to coldplay
I cant think of New years eve
I cant think of charter oak church
I cant think of soccer
I cant pick the number 5
I cant eat cookie dough ice cream
I cant watch Rocky LaPorte
I cant watch Miracle
I cant listen to a bass line
I cant think of underground basement
I cant think of dance parties
I cant play on playgrounds
I cant wear my plaid skirt
I cant play records
I cant think of Halloween
I cant play mini golf
I cant look at Dr. Pepper machines
I cant lay in the street to see the stars
I cant play your guitar
I dont go to Twin Lakes
I havent watched Valentines Day again
I cant write a song
I cant look at photo albums
I cant think of homecoming, prom, homecoming or prom
I cant talk to drew
I cant go swimming
I cant drive by westmoreland fairgrounds
I cant think of snowdays
I cant think of emails
I cant listen to Pink Floyd
I cant watch That 70s show
I cant think of pinky promises
I cant watch Hockey
I cant read birthday cards
I wont light a candle
I dont name things anymore
I cant go to Denunzios or Carbones
I cant think of seeing Eric Clapton
I cant think of taking walks, holding hands, small kisses.
I cant think of New Years
I cant think of the 4th of July
I cant think of New Years
I cant think of Valentines Day
I cant forgive myself
I cant deal anymore.
I cant stop thinking of you.
I cant listen to coldplay
I cant think of New years eve
I cant think of charter oak church
I cant think of soccer
I cant pick the number 5
I cant eat cookie dough ice cream
I cant watch Rocky LaPorte
I cant watch Miracle
I cant listen to a bass line
I cant think of underground basement
I cant think of dance parties
I cant play on playgrounds
I cant wear my plaid skirt
I cant play records
I cant think of Halloween
I cant play mini golf
I cant look at Dr. Pepper machines
I cant lay in the street to see the stars
I cant play your guitar
I dont go to Twin Lakes
I havent watched Valentines Day again
I cant write a song
I cant look at photo albums
I cant think of homecoming, prom, homecoming or prom
I cant talk to drew
I cant go swimming
I cant drive by westmoreland fairgrounds
I cant think of snowdays
I cant think of emails
I cant listen to Pink Floyd
I cant watch That 70s show
I cant think of pinky promises
I cant watch Hockey
I cant read birthday cards
I wont light a candle
I dont name things anymore
I cant go to Denunzios or Carbones
I cant think of seeing Eric Clapton
I cant think of taking walks, holding hands, small kisses.
I cant think of New Years
I cant think of the 4th of July
I cant think of New Years
I cant think of Valentines Day
I cant forgive myself
I cant deal anymore.
I cant stop thinking of you.
See the light.
Ya know why I dont hate college? Because I loathed high school.
All those stupid classes packed to the gills that were pointless. People being so immature, I mean. Im only at 3C's but I dont know anybody here so I dont really pick up on the immaturity.
I have Ginny in my math class...but I have a feeling im going to need to focus. And then I dont know anybody in my computer or art classes. Sara Brasile is in my english, but I enjoy her so I dont mind.
Its kind of nice. The first day of classes I sat and had a smoke with a few girls I didnt know. Apparently I 'crack them up' But I havent even seen them again.
I love my art class. Hes the only male teacher I have and hes so chill, but intellegent at the same time. I see myself working hard to impress him as dumb as that sounds. There are only 16 people in that class and I dont think I have anything in common with them...so Ill just be a teachers pet til the end of the semester...because he seems like someone Id like to know.
I dont know. I dont really see myself getting involved with anyone new, which is both good and bad in itself. I really wanted to meet new people. But what would be the point if I want to move away after this year.
I dont want to start my life here. I will not make anymore ties here. I will just do well in school so I can get the hell out of here.
All those stupid classes packed to the gills that were pointless. People being so immature, I mean. Im only at 3C's but I dont know anybody here so I dont really pick up on the immaturity.
I have Ginny in my math class...but I have a feeling im going to need to focus. And then I dont know anybody in my computer or art classes. Sara Brasile is in my english, but I enjoy her so I dont mind.
Its kind of nice. The first day of classes I sat and had a smoke with a few girls I didnt know. Apparently I 'crack them up' But I havent even seen them again.
I love my art class. Hes the only male teacher I have and hes so chill, but intellegent at the same time. I see myself working hard to impress him as dumb as that sounds. There are only 16 people in that class and I dont think I have anything in common with them...so Ill just be a teachers pet til the end of the semester...because he seems like someone Id like to know.
I dont know. I dont really see myself getting involved with anyone new, which is both good and bad in itself. I really wanted to meet new people. But what would be the point if I want to move away after this year.
I dont want to start my life here. I will not make anymore ties here. I will just do well in school so I can get the hell out of here.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Public service announcment.
Dear world,
Billie Joe Armstrong is insane. He speaks without thinking. Laughs at his own jokes. Plays basically every instrument. Is a twitter slut ("its ho as hell!"). Has a little tiny compact frame. And doesn't stop running the stage for 3 grueling, sweaty, hours every single night.
And you all know he is fucking sexy as shit. Accept this and move on so I can stop getting into arguments.
Sincerely yours,
Ange
P.S Newsboy hat + v neck white t shirt+ skinny grey jeans = ange henry dying in a fangirl moment
Billie Joe Armstrong is insane. He speaks without thinking. Laughs at his own jokes. Plays basically every instrument. Is a twitter slut ("its ho as hell!"). Has a little tiny compact frame. And doesn't stop running the stage for 3 grueling, sweaty, hours every single night.
And you all know he is fucking sexy as shit. Accept this and move on so I can stop getting into arguments.
Sincerely yours,
Ange
P.S Newsboy hat + v neck white t shirt+ skinny grey jeans = ange henry dying in a fangirl moment
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Talkin' bout my generation.
So. Ive come to a conclusion about some things.
The Grammys and getting on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine isnt a well earned honor anymore...it just has been disgraced.
Like, shitty people are being nominated for multiple Grammys, and they dont even belong in that category.
Their putting dumb actors and actresses that dont last another year on the cover of RS.
Back in the day it was a sacred thing to grace the cover and now its always slutty girls with almost no clothes on and their tits hanging out, or some fuckin rapper who is trying to make a come back. And god forbid if a rock artist actually makes it on there, because they usually get the same generic white background band standing together shot. Sometimes they pull one out of their ass and they give a good shot (like the Green Day in Revolutionary War gear...its absolutely one of my faves.) But everytime I see that fuckin normal sized glossy print mag, it makes me choke a little.
People dont even think about where music stemmed from. They just bop along to their little fuckin ear buds and dont pay any homage to the bands that let their little two hit no nothing bands onto the scene, with their generic lyrics and unambitious tracks...where if you really like a song go on fuckin Itunes instead of having to waste 20 bucks on a piece of shit for a single song.
They dont think of the Lennon, Jagger, Daltry, McCartney, Plant, fuckin Morrison. They dont. Because if they did they would fuckin respect the music, and realize that they made everything happen.
Like The Beatles...they knew their influences and mentioned them and knew without them they wouldnt have shit.
Green Day. They cover The Beatles, The Isley Brothers, Op Ivy, The Doors during their concerts. Why?....because they love what they get to do for a living and thank god everyday that those bands did it first.
But what really bugs me is when fuckin rap artists try and put their music on a record. Not classics like NWA. I can respect that. But B.O.B no, sorry, not when in the same breath your stocking shelves with those dumb little cards that allow you to just download it when you get home. FUCK THAT SHIT!
They dont even sound like records anymore. Theirs no chilling eerie-ness that strikes your core. Theirs no draw where you just cant get enough of the crackling.
Im beyond ranting here, and its all because music is being brutally killed in our generation...I cant bear the sight of it anymore.
The Grammys and getting on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine isnt a well earned honor anymore...it just has been disgraced.
Like, shitty people are being nominated for multiple Grammys, and they dont even belong in that category.
Their putting dumb actors and actresses that dont last another year on the cover of RS.
Back in the day it was a sacred thing to grace the cover and now its always slutty girls with almost no clothes on and their tits hanging out, or some fuckin rapper who is trying to make a come back. And god forbid if a rock artist actually makes it on there, because they usually get the same generic white background band standing together shot. Sometimes they pull one out of their ass and they give a good shot (like the Green Day in Revolutionary War gear...its absolutely one of my faves.) But everytime I see that fuckin normal sized glossy print mag, it makes me choke a little.
People dont even think about where music stemmed from. They just bop along to their little fuckin ear buds and dont pay any homage to the bands that let their little two hit no nothing bands onto the scene, with their generic lyrics and unambitious tracks...where if you really like a song go on fuckin Itunes instead of having to waste 20 bucks on a piece of shit for a single song.
They dont think of the Lennon, Jagger, Daltry, McCartney, Plant, fuckin Morrison. They dont. Because if they did they would fuckin respect the music, and realize that they made everything happen.
Like The Beatles...they knew their influences and mentioned them and knew without them they wouldnt have shit.
Green Day. They cover The Beatles, The Isley Brothers, Op Ivy, The Doors during their concerts. Why?....because they love what they get to do for a living and thank god everyday that those bands did it first.
But what really bugs me is when fuckin rap artists try and put their music on a record. Not classics like NWA. I can respect that. But B.O.B no, sorry, not when in the same breath your stocking shelves with those dumb little cards that allow you to just download it when you get home. FUCK THAT SHIT!
They dont even sound like records anymore. Theirs no chilling eerie-ness that strikes your core. Theirs no draw where you just cant get enough of the crackling.
Im beyond ranting here, and its all because music is being brutally killed in our generation...I cant bear the sight of it anymore.
Monday, August 16, 2010
When everything you have goes away.
If you really love the person, you dont run away at the idea of spending the rest of your life with them when it could be a reality.
You make good on your promises of being there when I cry, or if Im sick.
You hold my hand as we walk down the new york streets and thank god we stayed together that long.
You promise,again to love and cherish me forever and stand in front of a church and god and everybody at our wedding. (which you constantly talked about.)
You smile happily if I decide to actually pop out those three kids we talked about. (Sydney. Ava. and Reiley.)
We watch those kids grow up, teaching them how to play bass, and listen to good music, in a strong family.
You kiss me on the forehead when you come home from work (like you used to do before leaving for the night)
We pick out the perfect house in Maine to grow old in, and bask in the wonderful seasons to come.
We fall asleep in each others arms like wed done a hundred times before.
When you spend 15 months with someone and all they ever talk about is loving you, being willing to die for you, and already knowing how they want to propose to you...its going to ache when its over. No matter how much the sensible side of you always knew it would end, the romantic side began to believe him and hope he was right.
I hate to think of you criticizing those loving couples, "how in the hell do they stay together so long, I dont want to be tied down."
If thats the way you think then you never really meant any of those pinky promises where you said you would never hurt me like the others and never leave me. Because if you did you wouldnt be bitter, youd still be with me, experiencing life with someone who loves you.
You make good on your promises of being there when I cry, or if Im sick.
You hold my hand as we walk down the new york streets and thank god we stayed together that long.
You promise,again to love and cherish me forever and stand in front of a church and god and everybody at our wedding. (which you constantly talked about.)
You smile happily if I decide to actually pop out those three kids we talked about. (Sydney. Ava. and Reiley.)
We watch those kids grow up, teaching them how to play bass, and listen to good music, in a strong family.
You kiss me on the forehead when you come home from work (like you used to do before leaving for the night)
We pick out the perfect house in Maine to grow old in, and bask in the wonderful seasons to come.
We fall asleep in each others arms like wed done a hundred times before.
When you spend 15 months with someone and all they ever talk about is loving you, being willing to die for you, and already knowing how they want to propose to you...its going to ache when its over. No matter how much the sensible side of you always knew it would end, the romantic side began to believe him and hope he was right.
I hate to think of you criticizing those loving couples, "how in the hell do they stay together so long, I dont want to be tied down."
If thats the way you think then you never really meant any of those pinky promises where you said you would never hurt me like the others and never leave me. Because if you did you wouldnt be bitter, youd still be with me, experiencing life with someone who loves you.
To this day. You break my heart.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Somebody kill me please.
Yep its official, im fucking insane.
You don't know how much I need you.
While you're near me I don't feel blue.
And when we kiss I know you need me too.
I can't believe I found a love that's so pure and true.
But it all was bullshit.
It was a goddam joke.
And when I think of you Linda,
I hope you fucking choke.
I hope you're glad with what you've done to me.
I lay in bed all day long feeling melancholy.
You left me here all alone, tears running constantly.
Oh somebody kill me please,
somebody kill me plee-ase,
I'm on my knees,
pretty pretty please kill me.
I want to die.
Put a bullet in my head.
You don't know how much I need you.
While you're near me I don't feel blue.
And when we kiss I know you need me too.
I can't believe I found a love that's so pure and true.
But it all was bullshit.
It was a goddam joke.
And when I think of you Linda,
I hope you fucking choke.
I hope you're glad with what you've done to me.
I lay in bed all day long feeling melancholy.
You left me here all alone, tears running constantly.
Oh somebody kill me please,
somebody kill me plee-ase,
I'm on my knees,
pretty pretty please kill me.
I want to die.
Put a bullet in my head.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Will she find her name in the California cement?
I want to stand inside Gilman so fucking bad. Just walking through that door would probably take my breath away.
People who dont appreciate music piss me off. Like they only like the "new and happening" bands. The ones on VH1 every hour on the hour. The bands that deflate after two albums. But then once their gone the people move on to the next big thing...and I dont get it.
What about bands like The Replacements? They kick serious ass but dont get any recognition. I guess thats okay, but people have heard them in indie movies or bad teen movies (see Cant Hardly Wait) without even realizing it. If you havent listened to them, I recommend it. Best songs to start out with: Bastards of Young & Androgynous.
I dont know I guess what brought all this on is Lollapalooza and the Paul McCartney concert. I am having such a hard time trying to find someone who would appreciate sitting in floor seats at Paul McCartney. And like, I jumped at the chance but people my age dont really appreciate him as a solo artist. They just know about the Beatles. And the people who do appreciate him (my real friends) are all going to be gone by the time the concert rolls around.
Lollapalooza drove me nuts. There were people on twitter tagging green day. The ones that pissed me off the most were,
"King For A Day. Guess its time for a bathroom break."
"Wow so glad I came all this way 2 see Phoenix play and cant even hear them over Green Day."
The last one I can kind of understand, and it made me laugh more than anything. Their so loud with their pyrotechnics and fireworks. Anyway. There were so many people who werent fans there and didnt know the words to anything but American Idiot. Id of killed to be there and they took it for granted. Im hoping seeing them play in their entirety and kicking major ass-ness turned some people into fans and that they go out and buy their discography.
People just dont respect the music anymore.
People who dont appreciate music piss me off. Like they only like the "new and happening" bands. The ones on VH1 every hour on the hour. The bands that deflate after two albums. But then once their gone the people move on to the next big thing...and I dont get it.
What about bands like The Replacements? They kick serious ass but dont get any recognition. I guess thats okay, but people have heard them in indie movies or bad teen movies (see Cant Hardly Wait) without even realizing it. If you havent listened to them, I recommend it. Best songs to start out with: Bastards of Young & Androgynous.
I dont know I guess what brought all this on is Lollapalooza and the Paul McCartney concert. I am having such a hard time trying to find someone who would appreciate sitting in floor seats at Paul McCartney. And like, I jumped at the chance but people my age dont really appreciate him as a solo artist. They just know about the Beatles. And the people who do appreciate him (my real friends) are all going to be gone by the time the concert rolls around.
Lollapalooza drove me nuts. There were people on twitter tagging green day. The ones that pissed me off the most were,
"King For A Day. Guess its time for a bathroom break."
"Wow so glad I came all this way 2 see Phoenix play and cant even hear them over Green Day."
The last one I can kind of understand, and it made me laugh more than anything. Their so loud with their pyrotechnics and fireworks. Anyway. There were so many people who werent fans there and didnt know the words to anything but American Idiot. Id of killed to be there and they took it for granted. Im hoping seeing them play in their entirety and kicking major ass-ness turned some people into fans and that they go out and buy their discography.
People just dont respect the music anymore.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Green Day Challenge Day 28
Favorite Green Day hairstyle:
This is nearly impossible, but, if Im basing this off of all three of them. Definitely this look.
p.s luff Billies penguin tuffs haha
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Maybe your clan is out in boston, but my friends are fucking awesome!
Nothing in the entire world beats spending time with my best friends.
In the past two days Ive had amazing experiences with them.
Im really, really glad me and Cate started hanging again this summer. I dont know what I wouldve done without her. Its so easy to talk to her, because she fuckin gets it. I can say weird ass shit like, 'If I could absorb this album into my skin it still wouldnt be enough.' And she comes back with, "I know dude. Theres this song..."
But on the other hand I can ball my eyes out in the dark listening to the doors with her, and shell want to offer me chocolate to make it better. The hours we talked the other night went so fuckin fast. And if she wouldnt have had to pee, and we both had to get home...I know for a fact that conversation could have gone on for several more hours. We have a tendency to seclude into Cate Ange mode in groups...its probably not very fun for the people around us who have to listen to us bitch like a married couple and mock each other, but its just something we naturally slip into.
And her and mouse make life so fun. The three of us just click. Add maureen and it was a blast. I love explaining how to be obnoxiously naked and laughing about dumb shit with them. I hadnt realized how much I missed talking to Theresa.
I really liked getting to talk to maureen. I always thought shed hate me...just because its natural instinct for me to believe people hate me over like me. But staying up all night talking to her and mousegirl about guys and college, and tattoos was fantastic. It was really fun talking to a Green Day fan that hasnt been to 432538978 shows and met them a billion times. Planning to live in the streets of Oakland and just wonder around screaming "BILLIE!?" everywhere was really fun and im glad she appreciated the idea...because people Ive told just thought I was insane.
Im going to miss them so much.
In the past two days Ive had amazing experiences with them.
Im really, really glad me and Cate started hanging again this summer. I dont know what I wouldve done without her. Its so easy to talk to her, because she fuckin gets it. I can say weird ass shit like, 'If I could absorb this album into my skin it still wouldnt be enough.' And she comes back with, "I know dude. Theres this song..."
But on the other hand I can ball my eyes out in the dark listening to the doors with her, and shell want to offer me chocolate to make it better. The hours we talked the other night went so fuckin fast. And if she wouldnt have had to pee, and we both had to get home...I know for a fact that conversation could have gone on for several more hours. We have a tendency to seclude into Cate Ange mode in groups...its probably not very fun for the people around us who have to listen to us bitch like a married couple and mock each other, but its just something we naturally slip into.
And her and mouse make life so fun. The three of us just click. Add maureen and it was a blast. I love explaining how to be obnoxiously naked and laughing about dumb shit with them. I hadnt realized how much I missed talking to Theresa.
I really liked getting to talk to maureen. I always thought shed hate me...just because its natural instinct for me to believe people hate me over like me. But staying up all night talking to her and mousegirl about guys and college, and tattoos was fantastic. It was really fun talking to a Green Day fan that hasnt been to 432538978 shows and met them a billion times. Planning to live in the streets of Oakland and just wonder around screaming "BILLIE!?" everywhere was really fun and im glad she appreciated the idea...because people Ive told just thought I was insane.
Im going to miss them so much.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Yeah Cate. They know.
"Every single line that you write, you hang on every single word and you hang on every single moment. And for 'Jesus of Suburbia' when people are singing it back to you, they're not just reflecting what you've... the things about the song that you're wrapped up in, but also what their lives are wrapped up in, too. It's too much of an emotional moment... it's, it's one of the most emotional moments in a song I've ever written. And that's the only way you can look at a song like that. It's like you can't sit here and look at it and say, 'Oh, this is a catchy number.' 'This is... oh, God, I'd love to dance to this song.' For a song like 'Jesus of Suburbia' there's too much emotion at stake to just simply say it like that. You don't even have to say you *love* that song. I don't even think that's a way to describe it. It's not about... it's, it's about, it's about all the emotional baggage that you, you come with and that you are, are just... you finally have an outlet for. That's what 'Jesus of Suburbia' is to me and when it's reflected back at you by 65,000 people, it's um... I don't konw, it's a feeling you can't even describe."
-Billie Joe Armstrong
-Billie Joe Armstrong
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Green Day Challenge Day 27
Favorite Green Day concert:
I would give anything to go back to Thursday night. Words cant describe it. I felt more at home then I ever have before. Nothing in the entire fucking world could touch me in those 3 hours.
I was alone, and fully complete. Just Green Day & I.
I would give anything to go back to Thursday night. Words cant describe it. I felt more at home then I ever have before. Nothing in the entire fucking world could touch me in those 3 hours.
I was alone, and fully complete. Just Green Day & I.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul.
And then I came down from that fantastic high from Thursday.
Im aching. Literally. All of the sudden hes here in my head again and breaking my heart as always.
For the 3 hours I was with Green Day it was like nothing else existed. Just us. The audience as one whole.
Now Im alone and in need of serious comfort. I need more Green Day. I cant get enough. It seems as if their all Im going to have for a while once everyone leaves...might as well get used to it.
I just wish I could have the feeling I had at the concert all the time. It was unreal.
Im aching. Literally. All of the sudden hes here in my head again and breaking my heart as always.
For the 3 hours I was with Green Day it was like nothing else existed. Just us. The audience as one whole.
Now Im alone and in need of serious comfort. I need more Green Day. I cant get enough. It seems as if their all Im going to have for a while once everyone leaves...might as well get used to it.
I just wish I could have the feeling I had at the concert all the time. It was unreal.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Vendetta, sweet vendetta.
"That was better than fucking...and I love fucking."
For the life of me I cant remember what song we were singing when Billie said this.
Wednesday, we left the house before 8. I literally got one hour of sleep the night before...I was so anxious. I slept the whole way to the state of New York and we stopped at some weird ass truckstop and ate. We got to the hotel, that which I might add smelled like 100 year old body odor and smoke.
So we drove around the town and ate, checked the venue out only to hear this. "These gates open at 3 p.m. nobody is going to be standing in any line" Fuck. My. Life.
The next day we were at the Darien Lake Performing Arts Center at 10 on the nose when the park opened. There I found my people. The Green Day Community people. There was a group of 10 of them. Why do I know the exact number? Because as people were coming into line, they were being numbered by the leader whose name slips my mind at this point, and Tag.
The security people shuffled us away from the enterance so all 30 of us sat under a pavilion outside the park and filled up all the picnic tables. There we made signs, swapped stories, and had a literal Pizza party ( ordered from the small joint down the road a piece).
Well after hours of waiting we lined up. They kept us contained like animals at the zoo. I was at the front of the line, and broke into a full run. But we were all stopped (in true Who like trampling style circa 79). Green Day was doing soundcheck still. Billies smooth voice could be heard from around the wall. As soon as they were done we were once again released...again, I was at the front of the pack running like the devil was fucking chasing me. I had made it.
I was front and center against the barrier. Sadly, no catwalk for this one, but it turned out to be alot better than I thought.
All of the set was flawless. During East Jesus Nowhere he asked a little boy,
"Whats your name?"
"Cameron."
"How old are you"
"12"
"Cameron...have you ever fucked a woman before?" he shook his head, "Well youre going to tonight, get up on stage."
Im not going to go into full detail of the show. But. At the end when Billie was playing Good Riddance he looked down at where I was and smirked a bit. When he was done he handed me the pick he was using.
I almost couldnt look him in the eye.
For the life of me I cant remember what song we were singing when Billie said this.
Wednesday, we left the house before 8. I literally got one hour of sleep the night before...I was so anxious. I slept the whole way to the state of New York and we stopped at some weird ass truckstop and ate. We got to the hotel, that which I might add smelled like 100 year old body odor and smoke.
So we drove around the town and ate, checked the venue out only to hear this. "These gates open at 3 p.m. nobody is going to be standing in any line" Fuck. My. Life.
The next day we were at the Darien Lake Performing Arts Center at 10 on the nose when the park opened. There I found my people. The Green Day Community people. There was a group of 10 of them. Why do I know the exact number? Because as people were coming into line, they were being numbered by the leader whose name slips my mind at this point, and Tag.
The security people shuffled us away from the enterance so all 30 of us sat under a pavilion outside the park and filled up all the picnic tables. There we made signs, swapped stories, and had a literal Pizza party ( ordered from the small joint down the road a piece).
Well after hours of waiting we lined up. They kept us contained like animals at the zoo. I was at the front of the line, and broke into a full run. But we were all stopped (in true Who like trampling style circa 79). Green Day was doing soundcheck still. Billies smooth voice could be heard from around the wall. As soon as they were done we were once again released...again, I was at the front of the pack running like the devil was fucking chasing me. I had made it.
I was front and center against the barrier. Sadly, no catwalk for this one, but it turned out to be alot better than I thought.
All of the set was flawless. During East Jesus Nowhere he asked a little boy,
"Whats your name?"
"Cameron."
"How old are you"
"12"
"Cameron...have you ever fucked a woman before?" he shook his head, "Well youre going to tonight, get up on stage."
Im not going to go into full detail of the show. But. At the end when Billie was playing Good Riddance he looked down at where I was and smirked a bit. When he was done he handed me the pick he was using.
I almost couldnt look him in the eye.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Camden, NJ.
I am fangirling hardcore over here. I cant even wait til Thursday.
Fangirling (verb):1. the reaction a fangirl has to any mention or sighting of the object of her "affection". These reactions include shortness of breath, fainting, highpitched noises, shaking, fierce head shaking as if in the midst of a seizure
Monday, August 2, 2010
He let them use the pool all day for free.
To put it simply I love my friends.
Everytime I hang out with Cate and Mouse it makes everything else seem easy to blow off. No matter what shit I went through the day before...they make it better.
Im going to miss them terribly when they leave for Philly.
Awesome music. Bad sense of direction. Near death teenage antics. Lazy rivers. Sunshine. And the taste of strangers.
Nothing beats it.
Everytime I hang out with Cate and Mouse it makes everything else seem easy to blow off. No matter what shit I went through the day before...they make it better.
Im going to miss them terribly when they leave for Philly.
Awesome music. Bad sense of direction. Near death teenage antics. Lazy rivers. Sunshine. And the taste of strangers.
Nothing beats it.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Green Day Challenge Day 26
Favorite Green Day moment:
Meeting Billie in New York...obviously. Thank you Blaine for standing by and waiting until he came up behind us...it adds to the memory.
Meeting Billie in New York...obviously. Thank you Blaine for standing by and waiting until he came up behind us...it adds to the memory.
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