flying through nostalgia tonight. I write about time and memories a lot. I'm never sure if it's healthy but I'm not sure of much anymore.
I won't get into the emotions that nostalgia brings out in me, but I'm sure you've all felt it before. It's like real life magic. I never understood my obsession with it, but... man, I don't know. Magic.
Anyway, I found this post on a good friend's old Myspace blog. He was going through some shitty times back when we only cared about looking cool, music, and girls. He told me a year ago that it was the best advice he's ever gotten.
Looks like nostalgia hit me at the right time. More than anything, I needed to be reminded about what I used to believe in.
This is from 2006.
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you're one of my best friends, and i hope you take this in the right way. cuz i know you will.
dont keep yourself stuck in the past or bring it into the future. dont loath in what could happen or whats going to happen.
because its all about the ride. whats the use if you cant just sit back and ride the rollor coaster out. let the bad, scary, days come and youll be at the bottom of the hill. but the coaster always comes back up. its all about the ride bro.
and i'll ride it out with you forever.
Posted by andrewWK on Thursday, August 24, 2006 - 6:24 PM
Showing posts with label Flashback. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 16, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Bringing Back Old Shiz
So it's almost been a year since I've posted the blog I'm about to share with you.
I went back and read some of my earlier stuff and this entry ended up sticking out more than the others. There's no specific reason why. Well, maybe because I didn't read every post because I took a few breaks in the process. It was worth it though, I mean who would pass up the chance to take a shit on my younger brother's FIFA 07 on Gamecube's France team? I wouldn't, that's for sure.
Either way, this post from June 18, 2009 has never been more true.
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I woke up at 2 PM today, nothing unusual about that though. It's been really hot lately and the humidity makes me feel like my skin is melting. Whoever built my house is a total douche waffle because he put my ceiling fan in backwards. It spins so that all the air is blown towards the roof of my house. What a crappy investment. He probably did it on purpose. He's probably also a pedophile.
With the success of The Hangover, it looks like HBO nabbed Galifianakis right on time. Jason Schwartzman and Galifianakis star in a new HBO original series about an alcoholic writer (Schwartzman) who moonlights as a private detective and his comic book writer friend (Galifianakis)serves as a supporting main character. The new show is called BORED TO DEATH and is expected to premiere in the new HBO original series season.
Jason Schwartzman and Zach Galifiankis rule. Those two, Jonah Hill, Lebron James, Megan Fox, and Re Runs of Thats So Raven will rule the world someday.
The new HBO series will be amazing and it's going to be one of those treasures that hundreds of kids own in a box set form and pretend that they're the only ones who watch it, making them cooler than the cool. I promise that this show will be more hilarious than a frat kid falling on ice.
I went back and read some of my earlier stuff and this entry ended up sticking out more than the others. There's no specific reason why. Well, maybe because I didn't read every post because I took a few breaks in the process. It was worth it though, I mean who would pass up the chance to take a shit on my younger brother's FIFA 07 on Gamecube's France team? I wouldn't, that's for sure.
Either way, this post from June 18, 2009 has never been more true.
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I woke up at 2 PM today, nothing unusual about that though. It's been really hot lately and the humidity makes me feel like my skin is melting. Whoever built my house is a total douche waffle because he put my ceiling fan in backwards. It spins so that all the air is blown towards the roof of my house. What a crappy investment. He probably did it on purpose. He's probably also a pedophile.
With the success of The Hangover, it looks like HBO nabbed Galifianakis right on time. Jason Schwartzman and Galifianakis star in a new HBO original series about an alcoholic writer (Schwartzman) who moonlights as a private detective and his comic book writer friend (Galifianakis)serves as a supporting main character. The new show is called BORED TO DEATH and is expected to premiere in the new HBO original series season.
Jason Schwartzman and Zach Galifiankis rule. Those two, Jonah Hill, Lebron James, Megan Fox, and Re Runs of Thats So Raven will rule the world someday.
The new HBO series will be amazing and it's going to be one of those treasures that hundreds of kids own in a box set form and pretend that they're the only ones who watch it, making them cooler than the cool. I promise that this show will be more hilarious than a frat kid falling on ice.
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.
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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.
Monday, July 6, 2009
flashback: TRAIN's Drops of Jupiter
I imagine being at the outdoor pool at eight years old staring at the water from the diving board. To my left, a ripped Behning sits on his lifeguard chair staring at his own abs not giving two hoots about what I do. I'm eight. Dillon Fontana is watching me, he's nine. He was always a better swimmer than me... he's like a fish. Fish stink.
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