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 |  Welcome to The Library. Randomness happens, Studyees. |
 I figured it was about time I started keeping track of silly thoughts or strange things I see from time to time. Sometimes it's vulgar. Sometimes it's sad. And even on some rare occasions, it's a riot!  I think a therapist would have a field day with this...oh wait...I already tried that, to no avail. I guess the rest is up to you. So feel free to stick your takes in The Drop-Off at any time, and don't hold back. Give it to me! Studyees, you get prime real estate in The Library, so make it count. Peace out NOW! 
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| "One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries." -A.A. Milne, author of "Winnie The Pooh" http://thinkexist.com/quotes/a._a._milne/ |
| Today's selection is "Pass The Mic" by The Beastie Boys. If You Can Feel What I'm Feeling Then It's A Musical Masterpiece If You Can Hear What I'm Dealing With Then That's Cool At Least What's Running Through My Mind Comes Through In My Walk True Feelings Are Shown From The Way That I Talk And This Is Me Y'All, I M.C. Y'All My Name Is M.C.A. And I Still Do What I Please And Now I'd Like To Introduce (what's up?) I'll Pass The Mic To D. For A Fist Full Of Truth The Name Is D. Y'All And I Don't Play And I Can Rock A Block Party 'Til Your Hair Turns Grey (So, What You Sayin'?) I Explode On Site I'm Like Jimmy Walker I'm Dy-no-mite And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To Adrock C'mon And Do Anything You Like I'm The A.D.R.O.C.K. In The Place With The Bass I'm Going All The Way I Can't Stop Y'All Tock Tick Y'All And If You Think That You're Slick You'll Catch A Brick Y'All 'Cause I'm A Turn It In And I'm A Turn It Out But Now I've Got To Pass The Mic To Yauch Well On And On And On And On I Can't Stop Y'All 'Til The Early Morn' So Rock Rock Y'All Tick Tock Y'All To The Beat Y'All C'mon And Rock Y'All I Give Thanks For Inspiration It Guides My Mind Along The Way A Lot Of People Get Jealous, They're Talking About Me But That's Just 'Cause They Haven't Got A Thing To Say Everybody's Rapping Like It's A Commercial Actin' Like Life Is A Big Commercial So This Is What I've Got To Say To You All Be True To Yourself And You Will Never Fall And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To The A So What's Your Name, Yauch? My Name Is M.C.A. I've Been Coming To Where I Am From The Get Go Find That I Can Groove With The Beat When I Let Go So Put Your Worries On Hold Get Up And Groove With The Rhythm In Your Soul And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To My Brother Adrock C'mon And Shine Like A Light Yes Yes Y'All And Yes Yes Y'All I'm Always On Time Never The Less Y'All And That's Right Y'All, I Shed Light Y'All I've Got No Time In My Life To Get Uptight Y'All So What You Gonna Say That I Don't Know Already? I'm Like Clyde And I'm Rockin' Steady But Time Flies When You're Having Fun So Mike D (That's Me) C'mon And Get Some M.I.K.E. To The D. You Come And See Me And You Pay A Fee Do What I Do Professionally To Tell The Truth I Am Exactly What I Want To Be Now Ad-Rock (Huh?) And M.C.A. (Yeah?) Let's Rock This Joint In The Old School Way Well I'm On (on) 'Til The Crack Of Dawn Mowing Down M.C.'s Like I'm Mowing A Lawn I Go Off (off off) Like Nothing Can Phase Me You Think We'll Ever Meet Stevie? One Of These Days, D. But I Can Stand My Ground And I Am Down To Wax An M.C. Who Acts Like A Clown But For Now, I'd Like To Ask You How You Like The Feel Of The Bass In Your Face In The Crowd |
| "4 and 3 and 2 and 1, and when I'm on the mic, the suckas run" I'm not fond of being awake and about this time of day, but here I am hence, an ugly fashion plate: purple plush cozy adidas track jacket over brown hollister henley, nice AE jeans w/the unfortunate rip, timberland sneaker-boots, brown leather advantage aussie-t gloves and my kangol. unshaven. again. only I don't have the gloves on. if I did the following sentence might look like this: ldksakl;salo90 ioiodsaahag q807arq 8g0 ljgk USPI PIp pe noone needs that! headphones on, backpack strapped, off to the deli for a steak and eggs wrap it's like nutritious crack armed w/my b-e-a-s-t-i-e boys mp3 remixes mini-disc thinking about working in estate planning. one of those things that happens when walking thru the lovely village of lancaster on their gorgeous brick sidewalks gonna be a beautiful day |
| Sweet freakin jeebus, it's hot girl day at the library today. And I don't mean hot mom day, I mean all girls. Absolutely stunning, the lot of 'em. Beautiful. Even the old librarian came in today, on her day off, in a sweet pair of jeans, for cryin' out loud. For cryin' out loud...that's another freaking stupid phrase. Of course you cry out loud. I'm sure even mutes make noises when they're crying. Can someone Google that shit for me? I need to know. |
| love is what happens when the reasons to stay outnumber the reasons to leave been struck by your phantom limb  |
Some thoughts while I should've been watching Hannah Montana: Went to Wegman's yesterday and ordered 1/2 a sub, then decided to add a cup of soup for the combo deal (at $7.39, isn't really a deal). It doesn't matter that their subs are big and filling; they give you this ridiculously tiny, ummmm, "bowl" for the soup. It's like a lid; it's embarrassing. However, I do recommend the Turkey Chili.Big ups to the Broadway Deli, and their outstandingly large salami sandwiches, enormous half of a super-crunchy pickle, and tasty retro sodas.Have to give props to my sis in FL for texting me this morning. Glad to know you're watching. Sorry we're not as close as we used to be, I know it's my fault. Still love you always though kid, and I hope you & Jared are doing well.Three words you will never, ever, ever hear me say: a pretty snowfall. All week long, when it's snowed, it's really been that slow, soft, beautiful type of snowfall that you see in movies and looks really majestic. And this is coming from someone who can't stand any precipitation whatsoever.Onward to that stack of emails... |
| did you jump the shark again ? got your hair did make up tight chapsticked shoes sandbags in the back for non-skid protection too much caffeine not good trash flavored trash trash attracts trash young gifted and mixed los gatos in alley = chinese food that is all goodnight don't forget to hit the lightswitch on the way out lock the door thank you |
| Today's selection is "On Your Own" by Blur Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges The sound of magic music in his ears Videoed by a bus load of tourists Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade. Now, Ive got a funny feeling which I bought mail order From a man in a tee-pee, California. He said he once was the great game show performer Then he blew all his money away, Blew it all away. So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it I'll eat parole, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cuz then you're on your own Then you're on your own Well, we all go happy day glow in the disco The sound of magic music in our brains Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors Says lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space I'm in outer space. So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it I'll eat parole, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cuz then you're on your own Then you're on your own So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it I'll eat parole, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cuz then you're on your own Then you're on your own |
| bangers and mash disturbing thought to digest today http://www.thecost.org trying to make a corporation outta these syllables 56er |
| Can someone please tell me where exactly is "my neck of the woods"? What a stupid phrase. Last time I checked, I didn't have woods. I don't even have grass in my front or back yards. So I went to the park where there is woods. No torsos, heads, arms or legs, and certainly, no neck. Who in the hell coined this ridiculous phrase? And an update from yesterday: Same empty Save-a-Lot parking lot today, another car coming right at me for no reason. Boooooo. |
| Today's selection is "Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve. 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Try to make ends meet You're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet yeah, No change, I can change I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no Well I never pray But tonight I'm on my knees yeah I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now No change, I can change I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold And I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no I can't change I can't change 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Try to make ends meet Try to find some money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the things meet yeah You know I can change, I can change I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold And I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no I can't change my mold no, no, no, no, no, I can't change Can't change my body, no, no, no I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down Been down Ever been down Ever been down Ever been down Ever been down Have you ever been down? Have you ever been down? |
| http://www.myspace.com/atmosphere http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=1856356&blogID=3... http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/47999-new-atmosphere-album-igives-you... GO!! (By the way, I have nothing against Mr. Richie or his scrawny crackwhore daughter.) |
| Friggin thanks Nicole, can't get "Dancing On The Ceiling" outta my friggin head right now. |
| Today's selection is "Stay Gold, Ponyboy" by The Get Up Kids. This is the closest to this friend that I've been I hope you find it on greener ground and bluer skies I hope you don't think less of me if I'm cold I don't want to watch you go I'll cry until I can't see the whites of your eyes for two more years we'll be old enough to know better young enough to pretend this is the last of my letters... I hope you find my home and I hope you're the first one in it I know it won't be the same I'll be there if you need anything at all you want to be run around the world with me state your distance but it's not a million miles away if this is what will really make you happy... then I'll say that we'll be old enough to know better, young enough to pretend this is the last of my letters until I see you again |
| From Mike this morning..."We're loyal, like brothers, just us vs. all the others." Nice Get Up Kids lyric quote kid, true. I hope he knows what he's meant and means to me throughout the years. And why is it, every time I'm on my way here to the library, when I cut through the ginormous and empty Save-a-Lot parking lot, a car has to come by directly aimed for pedestrian me? WTF!? There's this whole empty lot, me traversing it, and the driver can't find the space to go around me when I've got the right-of-way? Sons o' bitches. No wonder I hate vehicles so much. |
| Don't go to the public library if you're going to get the hiccups. It's really annoying when you're sitting next to me, and every 15-20 seconds you sound like you're gonna puke. Take it outside, get some fresh air, and hey, the waterfountain's by the staircase and it's free. Otherwise, I may be forced to pick up the last dusty hardcover copy of War and Peace, the large-print version, and beat the ridiculous dry heaves wannabes outta ya. Peace out. |
| Pass me the mic...let's all sing along! Sublime "What I got" Early in the morning, risin' to the street Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong Got to find a reason why my money's all gone I got a dalmation, and I can still get high I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot Well, life is (too short), so love the one you got 'Cause you might get runover or you might get shot Never start no static I just get it off my chest Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest Take a small example, take a tip from me Take all of your money, give it all to charity Love is what I got It's within my reach And the Sublime style's still straight from Long Beach It all comes back to you, you'll finally get what you deserve Try and test that you're bound to get served Love's what I got Don't start a riot You'll feel it when the dance gets hot Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that Lovin', is what I got (That's) why I don't cry when my dog runs away I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay I don't get angry when my Mom smokes pot Hits the bottle and goes right to the rock Fuckin' and fightin', it's all the same Livin' with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that Lovin', is what I got, I got I got I got |
| So sunday didn't turn out like planned. I hate it when the left hand doesn't know that the right hand is out bitchslapping people. I spent a lot of time sunday getting prepared for the reading (I had a short, humorous monologue and about 20 mins worth of material just to be on the safe side), only to find out that the poor confused jackass in the box office was wrong. It was open seating, not open reading. What a waste of time. To make the day worse, come to find out my dad and stepmom split up like a week or so ago (I really am the last to know everything). But, hopefully, good news did come. Saturday may be "bro day", which is exciting. It'll be me and Mike, my best friend Dave (who is every bit family to me and I consider a brother) and his brother Dan. We'll do breakfast, and probably either a trip to the mall or the Super Flea, and it'll be good just to get out and around. Those really are the best days. |
| It's not the pain in my stomach's pit; no that's not it. It's not the pylons, my right arm or the sexy girl in the nylons. It's not the cashier, my left ear cartilage or any single part of this. It's not the DT's or me; just where am I supposed to be? It's not the cigarettes and fast food, nor my age or my mood. Even though I'm rude occasionally, it gets played off smooth. It's not the bad dye job that keeps washing (out of my hair); it's not an exit outta here. It's not the missed calls or lack of a phone. Sometimes it's alright bein' left alone. It's not the bad debts nor how I got in 'em. Maybe it's my turn but I forgot how to spin it. It's not this, it's not that. It's not about what I lack. It's not this, it's not that. It's all about how I'll come back. It's not this, it's not that. It's not for bein' slack. It's not this, it's not that. It's the way I bounce back. It's no longer anger and no longer sublime. It's not the weak or shallow of mind. If not for uncertainty, what would I leave behind? It's not yet best for me until I reach into my prime. It's the anxiousness, neediness and lack of self-control. It's the persuasive eyes that prey upon your('s and my) soul. It's the hunger that manages to survive my failures, and if you don't believe it you can wash up with it later. It's finding myself where I lost myself. It's gaining health and wealth. It's telling the truth when there is no truth, 'cuz noone wants to hear it when it's long overdue. It's not this, it's not that. It's not about what I lack. It's not this, it's not that. It's all about how I'll come back. It's not this, it's not that. It's not for bein' slack. It's not this, it's not that. It's the way I bounce back. ["Don't-Don't-Don't call it a comeback- Don't call it a comeback- I've been-been-been here- I've been here for years."] It's not the gain in my punishment. It's not the trail where my money's spent. It's not about how my life got bent. It's not about deviant experiments. It's not the proof in my shepard's pie pudding, nor the filling of fulfilling. It isn't repo's or detox, nor the life's grand prix of crux. It's the ism to my ism, the sharpie to my wisdom. The bang in my buck and the shame in my luck. It's what every good demon becomes. It's all about the madness and rising above. It's not this, it's not that. It's not about what I lack. It's not this, it's not that. It's all about how I'll come back. It's not this, it's not that. It's not for bein' slack. It's not this, it's not that. It's the way I bounce back. ["Once again I'm in trouble with my only friend..."] It's this. It's not this. It's this. It's not this. I'm trying to find me. I'm trying to discover who I am. It's trying to find me. I'm trying to find me. I'm trying to find me. I'm not coming back. I never left. I'm not coming back. I never left. I never left. I never left. I never went left or right. I never left. ["Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat...well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat."] It's not about the players, haters or pretenders. It's not for the wanna-bes and fake well-wishers. It's all for concealing a life, wanting to heal a life. And that life...is mine. Yeah that life...is mine. Say what you want; I wear it all in stride. Say what you want; you're not strong enough to penetrate my insides. Say what you want; I lack the space to hide. Say what you want. Say what you want. When I find myself, you'll regret what you want. Of me. From me. |
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