Friday, October 27, 2006
The end of this blog is neigh. Nigh? Anyways. I've switched to blogger. It's just nicer. I'm sorry. It's nothing personal. It's just that the sex is no good. Tee hee. Anyways, here's a link.
Posted at 11:58 am by
aedan
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Friday, October 13, 2006
Fridays make me sad. Because there's nothing to do so I just sit in my room and putz around. And I hear drunk kids yelling down on the street and I wonder if I'm missing out. On what though? The party scene isn't really what I'm into. Actually, there's not really any scene I'm into, come to think about it. Fuck... I don't want memories like this.
I don't want to do anything, but doing nothing makes me bored and sad. Well, I could do one thing. Walk. Walk forever. Walk the bottoms out of my shoes. Walk with just the music in my head in no direction in particular. Walk into the sea. Walk off the earth. Walk into the sun. Walk myself happy again.
Posted at 11:33 pm by
aedan
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Monday, October 09, 2006
So I went off a'biking the other day and found myself at Atomic Records again. And lo and behold, the Decemberists released upon the weary world a new album entitled The Crane Wife. And it's over ten distinct kinds of awesome. And since this album was purchased at an independent record store, Mr. Meloy was generous enough to supply to my outstretched, trembling hands an exclusive bonus track. Christ, could I be any more hip?
Posted at 11:22 am by
aedan
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Sunday, October 08, 2006
defying death is my anti-drug
So I was bored and hammered this out on my trusty ol' typewriter. I hope you like it.
Nothing feels good. It's all a play, every player, every scene has already been decided. Every reaction, every conversation written down, practiced carefully, and delivered precisely. Everything is a prop, designed just for show. There is no substance, no depth. One wall houses, cardboard bushes and trees, painted background. It's all conjecture, illusions held together by clouds and whispers.
Oh, this wretched grand design. How quickly we poor puppets scurry! To and fro, here and there, our painted and fixed smiles upon our wooden faces. How well they hide the frantic inward search for that elusive something. Is it meaning? Truth? Happiness? Love? I do not think such things can be contained in this cheaply crafted body of mine. It is far too fragile. Perhaps we can find such things in others, but how hard it is find all the same.
Will you share a scene with me? I can promise you nothing but everything I have. We can burn the script and trample the scenery. We can run from the stage, we can run so very far away. And under the sharpened stars, breathing hard, we can laugh the laugh only the free know. We can trade these bodies of rotting oak for ones of flesh. There are no strings here, no hidden pulls and prods to jerk us about. There is only you and I and the vastness above us. To laugh! To dance! I see truth and beauty in the light in your eyes. I see everything in the universe, and everything beyond it.
It is night, and with these bodies we intertwine. Time and God have forgotten us in this eternal embrace. I can give you all of me underneath this tree, on the cool blades of grass and warm earth. Our souls pulse back and forth in rhythm, freely moving between the two of us. And I stare, absorbing every part of you, and you I. And we laugh and talk and touch like tomorrow will never come. And it never does. The world can go on without us, for our existence is completely contained within today.
Nothing feels good, but would you like to share a scene with me? This play is cruel and cold, but we can make it warm. We don't belong here, but we can leave. I promise you everything in me. Just say yes. Take my hand. Say yes.
Posted at 01:04 am by
aedan
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Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Just watching Boondocks Saints again. With my roommate and a kid from the floor. It's an ok movie, something to pass the time.
Tomorrow I'm going to see if I'm good enough to join the orchestra here at school. Yeah, it probably sucks. They only have one cello. What kind of an orchestra has one cello! Oye. But at the moment it looks like my only way to get better. I mailed a letter to Mr. Dissmore (old cello teacher) asking him if he knew any teachers around here. No response yet. Well, I'm not that good, so this orchestra thing will work out well.
Urrr... just another evening. Is it even worth writing about it? Probably not. The routine is old. It's all old. Time to do something else then, I guess.
Posted at 01:12 am by
aedan
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Saturday, September 30, 2006
it's saturday and my social life died
I went on a bit of a bike-riding jaunt today. Just the usual places, I guess - the library, Atomic Records. And I only got lost once. But anyways. The record store is beautiful. There's this one part of the store that I swear smells like Christmas. Sample of awesomeness - sidewalk vinyl sale: everything's $1! And they play only the bestest music over the speakers. Although I did spy a Justin Timberlake CD for sale. Blasphemy! Oh well. I guess everyone needs to make a buck somehow.
Why is it that the people with the shitiest music have the loudest speakers? I guess I'll just have to throw down my spankin' new Rilo Kiley record and give these fellows a what-for.
Posted at 06:41 pm by
aedan
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Wednesday, September 27, 2006
[i can make you satisfied in everything you do]
Is twenty too young to have regrets about life? I don't know. Older people would probably say yes, but I think they really mean that any regrets a twenty-year-old might have pale in comparison to theirs. Like regretting marrying someone, regretting taking a job, etc. They're probably right. But I still find myself regretting things. Maybe I should have balled up and tried to get into music school instead of coming here. I would have liked to be a carpenter. Play at the bars at night. Maybe get picked up by a record label. A life I would have been quite content in. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
What is it about twenty that implies I should have gotten laid by now?
Posted at 11:12 am by
aedan
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Monday, September 25, 2006
as the notes stumble up and down the clef
Almost finished with my song. The more I work on it the less I like it. Because it doesn't sound like Elliott Smith. Which is silly, because his stuff has been polished and refined for years. And he's a fucking music god. But still. I seem unable to get a good melody for the song. Just chords and my monotonous singing. Damn. I'll probably just toss in some cello to cover that up. And next song will definitely be in rhyme. And 4/4.
Posted at 11:42 pm by
aedan
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Thursday, September 21, 2006
my book choice for this evening will be Dance, Dance, Dance by Haruki Murakami. I shall read it by firelight in my satin smoking jacket while sitting in an early 19th century handmade wicker lounge chair. Mmmmm....delightful. Fetch me a nightcap, would you Jeeves?
Posted at 01:11 am by
aedan
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I started my sexy and exciting on-campus job the other day. It basically entails me calling up kids and telling them to go to school here. The pay is good, but the work is rather dull. However, every now and again, a little gem pops up. For example, I recently called a kid named....
McGuiver Lopez.
Fuckin' sweet. What a massive name drop, too. "Yeah? I know motherfuckin' McGuiver, man!" Anyways.
The new Chuck Taylors are working out quite nicely. They are pretty comfortable. Pretty damn comfortable. And they're very sneaky too, making me feel (more) like a ninja when walking around. Extra super bonus, I fixed my typewriter. All by myself. So now it's like, "Only bitches use computers to write stuff!" And I'm like, "What if it's just to use the internet?" And my typewriter's like "That's ok!" And I'm like "I'm ok!"
Posted at 01:11 am by
aedan
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