Monday, November 26, 2007

Nobody in America, myself inluded, uses the english language correclty.
it's fucking pointless. just like most things in life. my life.
i can't really name one productive thing i've done in the past year.
realism can be so god damn depressing sometimes.

what everyone else already knows.


I went bowling last night. I requested a size 8 and my wish was granted. I looked at the shoes I had been given and fell in love. Velcro and all.

I stole bowling shoes last night.

I wore them home and made a mistake. I hope she'll still be my friend.
Even though they're bad luck bowling shoes, I will still wear them.
They look too cool.

Life is strange. Never change.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Hum along..

Love is like a song.
You hear it, and you like it. You love it. You don’t know why.
You can explain why,
but it doesn’t really matter because it’s in you. It’s a part of you.
Love can be Nada Surf’s greatest vocal melody, or it can be that band that plays at that coffee shop every other weekend that thinks they’re the next Between The Buried And Me.
It also doesn’t matter what your friends say. They could list a million things wrong with a song, and you could even agree with most of it. But it doesn’t change a damn thing. You love it. It’s in you, and it’s a part of you.

The song never leaves either. It starts out as a mind blowing Radiohead creation. But when the union between you and your favorite song ends for reasons beyond your control, the love is still there. You hardly ever play it anymore, but you can’t help but hear it everywhere you go. Then someone new will hear the song, they’ll love that same song you can’t help but still love…. And they’ll tell you why, and you’ll tell them why not. Either way, you’ll always know the words.

That song will always be a part of you.
The song will change you forever.

Thursday, November 22, 2007


it's me vs. myself vs. the world.
the her has fallen. nobody gets the girl.


Monday, November 19, 2007

This is Jeffrey.

This is Jeffrey's blog.
This is the first post.
This is unnecessary.
This is where it stops.