It never gets old!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Speaking Truth: aw man
Let's be honest.
Be good to your girlfriend/boyfriend.
Try hard in whatever you do.
Be kind to people.
Your family and friends mean more than you think.
Take advantage of your youth.
Get involved.
You have a voice, use it.
It's not as bad as it seems.
Everything will be just fine.
If your feet stink, wash it.
Tights aren't pants, but wear what you want I guess.
Take a risk.
Girls poop, they have to or they'd die.
Why get pissed about things you'll forget about in ten minutes?
Mack on every cute person you see.
Power.
Animals are cute.
Politics are about improvement, not argument.
Listen to music.
Even if you want to, don't kill Lady Gaga, Paparazzi is a good song.
Birthdays rule; happy birthday Connor Koppin and Alyssa Brobst.
Life is amazing, trust me.
If someone asks if they look fat, tell them they look fat, it's probably better than lying.
Don't say it, if you're going to end up apologizing.
Oh, and screw off Nick Jonas, how dare you go solo on your brothers! Blood is thicker than money! I bet your feet stink!
Be good to your girlfriend/boyfriend.
Try hard in whatever you do.
Be kind to people.
Your family and friends mean more than you think.
Take advantage of your youth.
Get involved.
You have a voice, use it.
It's not as bad as it seems.
Everything will be just fine.
If your feet stink, wash it.
Tights aren't pants, but wear what you want I guess.
Take a risk.
Girls poop, they have to or they'd die.
Why get pissed about things you'll forget about in ten minutes?
Mack on every cute person you see.
Power.
Animals are cute.
Politics are about improvement, not argument.
Listen to music.
Even if you want to, don't kill Lady Gaga, Paparazzi is a good song.
Birthdays rule; happy birthday Connor Koppin and Alyssa Brobst.
Life is amazing, trust me.
If someone asks if they look fat, tell them they look fat, it's probably better than lying.
Don't say it, if you're going to end up apologizing.
Oh, and screw off Nick Jonas, how dare you go solo on your brothers! Blood is thicker than money! I bet your feet stink!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
What Have I Gotten Myself Into?
I've got no reason. What have I gotten myself into? I'm ready to be repaired. Come on revival, I need you to be here.
-Andrew
-Andrew
Monday, March 22, 2010
epic flashback post
Hey guys.
Thanks for sticking around for all this time. I've had this for over a year now.
You know that feeling you get of reestablishment after a well-deserved break? I've got that fever right now. Here's a few updates of what's been going on since I've posted on here...
Getting involved, not doing as well as I should in classes, still not officially dating my future wife (Lights), getting new music, playing shows with my band, performing stand-up, getting scared about my wisdom teeth, not getting over things I should be over, booked a trip to Vegas, wondering how long I'll be stuck in Ames, got an E-Mail from Warner Brothers, making too many friends, good weather, saw Copeland for the last time and met Kenny from the Starting Line and Ace Enders from The Early November. ETC.
Life is brilliant. Even if it sucks, tell yourself that it's great. Please trust me.
Here's something I wrote January of 2008 called "It starts with my toes and I crinkle my nose". I wrote it for my high school newspaper opinion column. I used to be good. This article is more true now than it was back when I was a senior in high school.
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I am cold. It seems like every winter storm is becoming more gnarly after the next. I'm going to make the assumption that by the time February rolls around, ice will be developing on the toilet water. Chances are the next glazed-filled doughnut I buy will look more like a Klondike bar. Crazy galaxy.
Does anyone remember when we made gingerbread houses in second grade? Ido. I had the chance to accompany Miss Taylor Vander Well (UPDATE: this is weird. I wrote "miss Taylor Vander Well in Jan. 2008. As of October 2009 she's been known as MRS. TAYLOR BOEYINK! I love life) to Madison Elementary to take photographs of the children's freshly made gingerbread houses. Now that was a treat...pun intended. These houses were brilliantly covered in white frosting with cracked gingerbread ceilings and stringy twizzler windows and doors. Sheer brilliance. It was amazing to see these little kids' faces light up at the sight of small, edible houses. Behind those dull shirts and baggy snow pants were 100 possible Picasso's in the making. At that realization, I had an epiphany.
Education has become a system that controls teenager's minds to create a robotic empire. Our educational "systems" have devised a plan to trap us into a routine comprised of ringing bells, four hours of homework, a persuasive push into extra-curriculars and an environment where right answer are the only thing expected to be heard out of our mouths. this is the perfect environment for stress to boil up. Why can't we all just go back to the loveable days of elementary school? You know, the days where we WANTED to go to school, the place where you have parties for being there 100 days, or when counting quarters got too hard, you could just take a little nap. Let's face the facts; we develop more in those time periods than we do in this system. Maybe that has to do with the procedures that come with the education we receive at that certain age.
I'm probably wrong, but I think that our lives would be a lot more peaceful without the competition of fighting for a better ACT score. I would rather develop the artistic skills of inventing a gingerbread house that awes my teacher. If I found out that my math teacher had put that into my lesson plan for next Friday, I would make sure I wouldn't miss school at all cost. I'm just saying.
By the way, in honor of the icy winter, I think I'm going to build an igloo and throw a party. I'll probably be the only one who attends. Sad.
-Andrew Lopez
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BY THE WAY, THIS IS MY FUTURE WIFE: LIGHTS. SHE IS PRETTY. I JUST WANT TO HOLD HER HAND AND WATCH ROMANTIC MOVIES FROM REDBOX. I LIKE YOU LIGHTS.
Thanks for sticking around for all this time. I've had this for over a year now.
You know that feeling you get of reestablishment after a well-deserved break? I've got that fever right now. Here's a few updates of what's been going on since I've posted on here...
Getting involved, not doing as well as I should in classes, still not officially dating my future wife (Lights), getting new music, playing shows with my band, performing stand-up, getting scared about my wisdom teeth, not getting over things I should be over, booked a trip to Vegas, wondering how long I'll be stuck in Ames, got an E-Mail from Warner Brothers, making too many friends, good weather, saw Copeland for the last time and met Kenny from the Starting Line and Ace Enders from The Early November. ETC.
Life is brilliant. Even if it sucks, tell yourself that it's great. Please trust me.
Here's something I wrote January of 2008 called "It starts with my toes and I crinkle my nose". I wrote it for my high school newspaper opinion column. I used to be good. This article is more true now than it was back when I was a senior in high school.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
I am cold. It seems like every winter storm is becoming more gnarly after the next. I'm going to make the assumption that by the time February rolls around, ice will be developing on the toilet water. Chances are the next glazed-filled doughnut I buy will look more like a Klondike bar. Crazy galaxy.
Does anyone remember when we made gingerbread houses in second grade? Ido. I had the chance to accompany Miss Taylor Vander Well (UPDATE: this is weird. I wrote "miss Taylor Vander Well in Jan. 2008. As of October 2009 she's been known as MRS. TAYLOR BOEYINK! I love life) to Madison Elementary to take photographs of the children's freshly made gingerbread houses. Now that was a treat...pun intended. These houses were brilliantly covered in white frosting with cracked gingerbread ceilings and stringy twizzler windows and doors. Sheer brilliance. It was amazing to see these little kids' faces light up at the sight of small, edible houses. Behind those dull shirts and baggy snow pants were 100 possible Picasso's in the making. At that realization, I had an epiphany.
Education has become a system that controls teenager's minds to create a robotic empire. Our educational "systems" have devised a plan to trap us into a routine comprised of ringing bells, four hours of homework, a persuasive push into extra-curriculars and an environment where right answer are the only thing expected to be heard out of our mouths. this is the perfect environment for stress to boil up. Why can't we all just go back to the loveable days of elementary school? You know, the days where we WANTED to go to school, the place where you have parties for being there 100 days, or when counting quarters got too hard, you could just take a little nap. Let's face the facts; we develop more in those time periods than we do in this system. Maybe that has to do with the procedures that come with the education we receive at that certain age.
I'm probably wrong, but I think that our lives would be a lot more peaceful without the competition of fighting for a better ACT score. I would rather develop the artistic skills of inventing a gingerbread house that awes my teacher. If I found out that my math teacher had put that into my lesson plan for next Friday, I would make sure I wouldn't miss school at all cost. I'm just saying.
By the way, in honor of the icy winter, I think I'm going to build an igloo and throw a party. I'll probably be the only one who attends. Sad.
-Andrew Lopez
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BY THE WAY, THIS IS MY FUTURE WIFE: LIGHTS. SHE IS PRETTY. I JUST WANT TO HOLD HER HAND AND WATCH ROMANTIC MOVIES FROM REDBOX. I LIKE YOU LIGHTS.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Wavin' Flag
I've been a K'naan fan since my Philly based friend Tyler Boeyink showed me his music. His single Wavin' Flag has been an anthem for almost every occasion, but this one is its best form. Check out this video fearturing way too many famous artists (justin beiber, my girlfriend lights, avril, etc.) giving their lending hand to Haiti.
It's crazy that its already been around three months since that earthquake. Where the hell does time go when we throw it away?
By the way, dont look at my girlfriend Lights, I'll hurt you if you try anything!
It's crazy that its already been around three months since that earthquake. Where the hell does time go when we throw it away?
By the way, dont look at my girlfriend Lights, I'll hurt you if you try anything!
Monday, March 1, 2010
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