I finally got around to listening to PAT PIFF'S new material. It's super fresh. Of course unique is the new hip hop trend. You should peep it on his myspace. Here's the link http://www.myspace.com/bsidepat SO GOOD.
also MANCHESTER ORCHESTRA came out with a new cd last Tuesday. It's good. Here's the download http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/4845791/Manchester_Orchestra_-_Mean_Everything_To_Nothing_(2009)
I stayed up all night and watched the sunrise. I went to breakfast after. I realized that I'm an empty person derived from letting anyone know what my emotions are like. It felt good. I like playing pretend with people. It makes me a better person.
I went to bed at ten in the morning and woke up at six p.m. I watched the Chicago Bulls lose to the Boston Celtics in game seven. I realized I didn't like being by myself most of the time. I don't open up to anyone though.
I met a kid last night who is a self-proclaimed king drug dealer. He tried to sell me a towel for one dollar and an x-box for a blunt. I don't smoke weed even though I could have gotten an x-box if I did. Crazy how this world works. This kid was on a self-esteem high. He literally thought he ran the city of Ames. I bet he's even more broken inside than I am. Sad. He did, however, give me the first season of The Office if he got a cigarette. I don't smoke cigarettes, but one of my friends does. He gave him one. I got The Office. Maybe this kid isn't that bad.
I'm not depressed or emo. I have a lot of good friends and I know what kind of person I am. People would be jealous of the life I lead. I just wish I was a rapper... or I was black. I'm open but I close pretty easily
I'm ready to go home. I'm ready to relax. I'm ready to get by again. I'm ready to be cool again. Whatever that means.
I'm scared of taking my finals.
Happiness is a hard catch. It's too bad I don't own a baseball glove. Fuck.
I need a girlfriend. I need summer.
youprobablydidn'tunderstandthispost, Andrew
By the way, I saw your new facebook album... you make me sick. I'll wash out my sins and make you feel at home.
I'm going to fail geology 101. It's inevitable. I have yet to start my homework in that course. It's due tomorrow. Whatever.
Here's some poems I wrote for my creative writing class. Happily I have an A in class. We have three sections within the course. In the poetry section I was best poet. -------------------------------- But This Poem Is About You By: Andrew Lopez
Worst day ever. Not enough time to shower or brush my teeth before class. It gives a new meaning to blue. I am blue. But how do you do what you do? I’m behind you, your back is turned and you don’t know I’m looking at you. Don’t worry baby, I’m not creeping… That’s too pessimistic for me, Call it researching. I’m researching you up and down like a profile on facebook. Your body is the ocean and I’m sailing in your look. I wish I could steal you from this Economics lecture, I could take you out, get a movie, give you a hug, a high five, or even a pedicure! I don’t know your name or your life, sure… But I do know your elegance is like fires from candles. I never want to separate like church and state or socks and sandals. Lets share a bottled beast, Maybe that way we can actually speak. When I muster up the strength to talk to you We make eye contact. I say “hello” And you say in the more beautiful, angelic, and sexy like voice…”you smell”. That day, I totally slipped from reality. I fell. --------------------------------------------- I wrote this poem while listening to Stephen Fisk's new album. It's a limerick.
Too Attached By: Andrew Lopez
I’m the same boy you remember from your past I grew up stronger and wiser and I did it fast. So now I’m making a run to get away from you, But I keep coming back to your eyes so blue. I guess I’m just too attached to your ass. ----------------------------------------------
So this is where all the cute girls in LAmes go. I can't believe that for eight months they were migrating to the library. THE FUCKING LIBRARY. It should be perfect scoping season too... it should be sundresses and reading glasses with their hair all tied back/straight.
Damn you Iowa and your fucked up weather.
Do you think this pick up line will work on the girls here? "HEY, I SEE YOU'RE STUDYING. I AM TOO. WANNA DO IT?!"
It's 11:45 and the library closes at 12:00 A.M. They play this alarm clock Lunesta commercial sounding warning over the loudspeakers announcing that they close in fifteen minutes. What is this world coming to?
Swine Flu is getting worse. It turned out it wasn't Obama, the Devil, or the Mayan calender that was trying to kill off humanity. It was bacon. BACON. WTF.
Summer is approaching. KEWL.
I just copped Kanye West's new mixtape: LV's & AUTOTUNE 2. Its good. Here's the link: http://sharebee.com/b7f3b3ab
I hope I don't have the swine flu. That would suck SO bad. Within the last week or so I've been epically battling a cough, migraine, the chills, and loads of flem. Not a good time to be sick. I hear that this swine flu thing is probably going to become an epidemic. I was reading BBC news headliners and learned the the Global Health Organization had raised the level of concern today. Shit. Hope I don't have the swine flu. --------------------------------------------- During game four of the Pistons Vs. The Cavs (a.k.a The Lebrons) ABC showed a comparison between Chauncey Billups and Allen Iverson regarding their 2009 Playoff statistics. Detroit made a trade giving Denver Billups for Iverson and Iverson has struggled to find his groove in Detroit. Too bad for the former gangster ass superstar, he ended his 2009 career on the bench with back problems and out for the season. Billups, on the other hand, is phenomenal for the Nuggets.
ABC thought it would be a good idea to compare Allen with Chauncey. ALLEN IVERSON HASN'T PLAYED DUE TO INJURY. Needless to say I LOL'ed upon ABC freshness to jock on Iverson's stats. ABC might as well compare Chauncey with T-Mac...OR SHAWN BRADLEY.
Speaking of Shawn Bradley... a friend and I are starting a new hip hop group called WE ARE OSTERTAG AND SABONIS. Get ready summer 2009... we coming in HaWwWTT
There comes a time in a persons life where everything is questioned. You start making a list. Lists can be the worst things to make ever.
We make lists of things we love, things we want to accomplish, things we want to see, things we want to be.
We make lists of things we hate, things were fed up with, things we never want to see again.
They say that our outside bodies are simply a shell. They say your body cannot affect your soul. I disagree. It can be battered and thrown around. It can be scarred and seen everyday. We can bleed from them. We can produce tears from them.
It's a shame what we can do to ourselves.
There comes a time when you notice that youth is fleeting. Then there comes a time you notice you can't do anything about it.
But every child's body has to grow. Every shell becomes to small for a growing body and you have to adapt. But does our soul have to grow? Are we allowed to step away and close the window?
There comes a time in someones life when you make lists... here's mine. 1. I wish I could tell you how I feel about you. 2. I wish I knew how to run away. 3. I wish I was over it. 4. I wish I was doing what I want to do with my life. 5. I wish I could figure out why I am hollow. 6. I wish this was a dream.
Round and round we go. I think we were made too pretty. Especially you.
I'm participating in a stand up comedy contest for Veishea. There are twenty of us competing. I hope I don't bomb. Maybe I'll get a cuter girlfriend than Emily out of it. Wait... that's not possible. You can guys who aren't coming for it can stream it as it happens live. It starts on tomorrow (Tuesday) at nine. I'm pretty fucking hilarious so you'll like it. Here's the link: http://www.veishea.iastate.edu/en/entertainment/veishea_says_i_m_funny/
It all started because of swans. SWANS. That reminds me that geese are mean.
I missed geology again this morning. Today was our 100th clicker quiz point (an attendance quiz). I have 24 out of 100. I know, right? FML>>>>lol>>>brb>>>omgz.
School is becoming dull and I dont know how I'm going to end up doing this semester. I really just hope it's enough to get by and it's like a 2.0 or something. That would be ideal.
This week should be promising, even though I have a lot of homework I should be taking care of. Cartel is headlining our Veishea concert this year. Pretty pumped about that. Not pumped about the rain. Fuck the old man snoring. He's a douche anyway, no one invites him to anything. Maybe all the rain will remind people that it's dumb to wear socks with sandals. If you wear socks with sandals to be warm, then wear shoes. Dmb. Fml. Brb. Omgz.
I'm listening to the new As Cities Burn songs. They're pretty damn good. I've always been glad that they were able to stay true to the kind of music and message they strive to get across. I be they break up after this album comes out.
I've got a lot of stuff going on this week. Here's the list. 1. 25 page term paper 2. 20 Minute powerpoint presentation to go along with the paper 3. powerpoint presentation on Native American history. TEEPEE POW WOW BRB LOL! LLYAS! 4. Adviser meeting/sign up for classes 5. English 250 powerpoint/ pamphlet/ paper due. 6. Some how con little kids into giving me money 7. Champion's League Soccer 8. Easter weekend 9. 69
Are any of you readers (so all four of you) agnostic or atheist? I consider myself agnostic and pretty critical of all religions recently. I've been burying my head into books and lectures about the subject at hand and have been studying up. Even though I side more with the realist part of atheism, I'm starting to find major flaws in the ideas and arguments that atheists seem to bring up, and bring up a lot. I'm not saying I side with religion, but I do believe I can argue an atheist more dillingently than a Christian who bases an argument over "faith".
And yes, if you think about it, I went that far.
What are your thoughts? Andrew
P.S. a critical agnostic listening to As Cities Burn? It's like socks and sandals.
Go to that. It really will change your life. Forget about ever doing homework again.
This was my meal schedule for the day: 4:00 p.m. WAKE UP 4:30 p.m. GO TO MC DONALDS WITH THE DUDE BROS AND GUY MANS 6:00 p.m. LEAVE MC D'S WITH THOSE DUDE BROS TO ARRIVE BACK AT THE DORM 7:00 p.m. LEAVE THE DORMS TO PIZZA RANCH AND EAT A BUFFET 7:32 p.m. REALIZE IM A FAT/PHAT PIECE OF SHIT AND WTF AM I DOING? 8:00 p.m. BRONCO PIZZA IS FUCKING DELICIOUS
yup.
When we were sitting around at Pizza Ranch... I was thinking about stuff and how kids at Iowa State can just do what they love and my education is flawed and boring. Here's the example... you got a person who can just sit around and fucking draw for their homework. You know... sit there and do fucking what they would have done if school wasn't even in session. Me on the hand... is reading about elasticities and econ math problems. 2 words... fuck that. Why can't I go to school for my own fortes? For instance... what if I could go to school and poop and lick boobies? That would be cool.
I Love You Man rules. I want to marry the girl at the top of the post.
I feel empty today. However, I'm noticing the pretty weather from the dull windows from my dorm's den. The snow is beautiful, even though it can be a bitch sometimes. Weather seems to have its ways to tap into emotions. Hmm, I like that. It must just be one of those days. Maybe those blankets of snow can fill up the emptiness later. Maybe.
I can't really put my finger on it, to be perfectly honest. It has been awhile since I've felt this empty hole in my stomach. Nothing, that I can think of, could be the reason for this feeling. I don't know, maybe I'm just losing control. Disappointment? Nostalgia? Restlessness? Hate? I don't know. I don't know much anymore, all I know is I miss being confident and alive.
We're not too far into the second semester at Iowa State, hell, it's only the second day of classes... for some reason, I'm scared and overwhelmed. It's weird, I'm quite sure everyone can relate, that some days (take for instance, the first semester) can fade within blinks, however, on other days, we're counting the sharp ticks of every second in every minute within every hour. Time... well, time just sucks.
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I just finished another movie tonight by myself. I miss having best friends and having every girl flirt with me. Maybe I'll find answers to all the questions soon. Maybe my eyes will find light again. Ha, maybe.
My Facebook (universe) Chat wasn't working this morning, so a good friend of mine and I decided to revive our rusty MSN messenger machines and see if it's still kicking. It was pretty crazy starting that old ghost back up. Dang, did us kids have a good time on that MSN Messenger. I remember vividly arguing with my brothers to have to computer so I could log on to shitty dial up internet and chat the night away with everybody from middle school. My first "girlfriend" was sparked up on MSN. Gosh, that's weirdly comforting thinking about that now. It's almost like a safe place in my life time line to reminisce about. Nostalgia. Shoot, I could go on for hours about the amazing, hilarious, depressing, and unforgettable conversations I had on MSN. I'm only 18 years old, but I still feel like I have the privilege to say.. I miss being a kid.
I watched Bedtime Stories tonight. Pretty good. After break, I'll have to keep you updated on all the movies I watched every morning until the crack of dawn would guide me to sleep. There's a lot to fill you in on.
I miss Taylor. She's still off in other countries spreading love. I miss her spreading her love around my world.
Hey, listen to this guy. His stuff is amazing. www.myspace.com/raylamontagne
No, I didn't fall off the face of the world (sorry kids). Besides, it's not the end of the world yet, considering we all know that if I fell off the face of the world, that would be the sign of THE END OF THE WORLD. (Of course, if you take into account that it's logically possible for someone to fall off the face of the world, which in turn, is not possible at all because we have learned that the world is not flat circa the year 24. Fucking tards. Fuck the people who use the expression "falling off the face of the world". Actually fuck everyone but me. Fuckers.
I guess I can fill everyone in on what's up with my awesome life (a better life than yours, kidding. Kind of. No really, kidding...kind of.)
I think the biggest thing in my life that has destroyed my universe is this fact: THE ATLANTA FALCONS LOST TO ARIZONA LAST WEEK. Dang it. I guess it's okay though because we all know they were just video taping all of Smith's football signals. A holes.
Anybody got anything sweet for Christmas? Here's a dozy, Alex (my brother) got me an I-Home. I got him a dope ass pair of shoes. On Christmas Eve I showed him the shoes, he showed me the I-Home. We switched the two gifts and wrapped them fancy with bows. It was cute. I'm an artist when it comes to wrapping Christmas presents. So in short, I bought myself a new pair of shoes. Sweet.
I'm Facebook offically dating Emily Boyd. SCORE. Totally not pulling out. Kidding.
I'm lazy to keep typing, besides me and the bros are watching Pineapple Express. SCORE.
Here's a picture of some of us from our New Years Eve Party. PaARrrRttTTTYyYy OnNNn.
