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Name: Sean
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Northampton
Birthday: 9/6/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Music, movies, reading, video games, computers, DDR, being nocturnal, zombies, samurai, concerts, scarves, coffee, chai and green tea, psychology, microwave burritos, philosophy, diners, etc.
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AIM:  Unfinish3d
Member Since:
1/2/2006
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| I've got the spirit, losing feeling, let it out somehow.Friday was slightly ridiculous. I was on my way home from visiting Kate and Nick at work, when I decided to give Mike Schmidt a call. He says he's eating chinese food with a group of people at this place off of 145. I meet up with them, and the plan was to go play Axis & Allies, because we're huge nerds. It's only 10 at the time, and they're all saying that it's too late to play. 10 is too late on a Friday night. I contemplate leaving, but hang around and suggest other things to do. Someone brings up Constitution Drive, and we all decide it would be an awesome idea to go, since it's Friday the 13th and all.
Here's the story with Constitution Drive - it's this back road off of Susquehanna St. in Allentown, right where south 4th street meets with 145. Everyone says there's this group of albinos that live back there, inbred to hell. Apparently they harass anyone who passes through there. I was told this story about these two guys who went there a few years back. They parked their car, and were walking around for awhile. When they returned to the vehicle, they found a decapitated pig's head in the driver's seat. They quickly remove said head from the car, and get the fuck out of there. While they're starting the car, a huge guy with an axe is seen in the rearview, chasing after them. Apparently there's pictures of the pig's head, but I'm largely skeptical. I honestly think the whole thing is bullshit. Also there's supposed to be this apparition of an old dude and two huge dogs. Again, I cry bullshit.
So anyway, the six of us pile into Ricky's truck, with me sitting in the back storage area (it's a hatchback deal). We head down there, drive around for a bit, get out, and check out this well where some girl is supposed to be buried. Everyone is jittery, I'm underwhelmed. Everyone starts saying that they want to get the fuck out of there, so we get back into the truck and head out. As we're leaving, a cop car passes us. Within 20 seconds, it's behind us, lights blaring. I'm still in the back of the truck, which is illegal, in case you we unaware. I lay down in attempt to hide, which seems to work at first. The cop approaches Ricky, and Ricky feeds him some bullshit story about how we're lost and were following bad directions. The cop tells us to wait a few minutes, and goes back to his car. At this point, I'm a little freaked out. Ricky's little brother turns around and starts talking to me, like the god damn idiot he is. I tell him to turn right the fuck around. The cop is starting to approach the truck again, and Ricky's brother is still talking to me. The cop sees that Ricky's brother is turned around, and shines the light in the back, right in my face, and tells me to sit up, then asks Ricky to get out of the car. At this point I couldn't hear what all was said, but apparently the cop was just requesting to be told the truth, and asks if we're down there to check out the crazy albinos. Ricky confirms this, the cop laughs, and tells us to leave before the backup he called for arrives. So we do.
Anti-climactic!
Going to see Mark Kozelek at the First Unitarian in Philadelphia tonight. I'm pretty excited.
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| Songs I've learned on guitar thusfar:
Brand New:
I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light
Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
Play Crack the Sky
Neutral Milk Hotel:
The King of Carrot Flowers pt. 1
In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
Two Headed Boy
Holland 1945
Oh Comely
Two Headed Boy pt.2
Joy Division:
Transmission
She's Lost Control
Love Will Tear us Apart
Taking Back Sunday:
You Know How I Do
Cute Without the E
You're so Last Summer
Great Romances of the 20th Century
Blink 182:
Dumpweed
Dammit
Green Day:
When I Come Around
She
Basket Case
The Mountain Goats:
You or Your Memory
Broom People
Dance Music
This Year
Up the Wolves
Lion's Teeth
Song for Dennis Brown
Going to Georgia
Elliott Smith:
Waltz #2 (Xo)
Kind of like Spitting:
Canaries
Mewithoutyou:
In a Sweater Poorly Knit
The Cure:
Boys Don't Cry
Twothirtyeight:
There is No Dana
Something Corporate:
Punk Rock Princess (I learned this a loong time ago. I still remember most of it.)
Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins:
Charging Sky
Jimmy Eat World:
Bleed American
A Praise Chorus
The Authority Song
The Shins:
Fighting in a Sack
Gone for Good
Those to Come
Nirvana:
Smells Like Teen Spirt
Oasis:
Wonderwall
Coheed and Cambria:
Neverender (kinda. sort of.)
Fall Out Boy:
Hum Halleluja
The Carpal Tunnel of Love
Tell that Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today
Blues Traveller:
Runaround
The Beatles:
While my Guitar Gently Weeps
I'm awesome. Actually all of these are pretty easy. So not so much on the awesome front.
Pretty good day planned. Been up all night (didn't get home from work until 2 anyway), so hopefully I'll make it through okay. Yard work, guitar lesson, record store (maybe with Schmidt), pool with Schmidt and Kate.
Followup:
Record store was closed. Kate couldn't hang out. So we just ate at this slightly shady deli in Allentown then hung out at Guitar Center playing with the synthesizers for awhile. yeop
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| Throw away my misery, it never meant that much to me. It never sent a get well card.As of today, I am officially starting this up again.
I used to be addicted to blogging, I guess about a year ago it lost its appeal. I feel like starting up again, though. I started reading through On the Road a second time, and for some reason that gave me the idea to start writing, and this seems like a good way to get comfortable with the whole process again. It's hard starting up again after not having written for so long; so much material builds up over time and one feels obligated to say everything, which becomes too much to get down in one entry.
No matter, though, I'll write what comes to mind and the spaces will fill themselves in eventually.
I keep going between wanting to quit my job and seek something new within the next few weeks, and feeling like I may as well wait until August, when I said I was going to leave anyway. My feelings are more toward the latter, at the moment. Last night I came up with a whole list of reasons why I needed to get a new job, but now they just seem like excuses. I typically work from 4pm to around midnight or so, which is about the worst schedule one can have. Most social interaction occurs in the evenings, but if you work nearly every day, then it just makes it impossible to do anything. I rarely see my family, for that reason. Also, I'm tired of sleeping all day, and being unable to do anything to turn that around. Also, concerts! I can never seem to go to them anymore, and given that going to shows is one of my favorite activities, this is a problem.
If it's just two more months, though, I think I can bear it. I skipped out of work on Monday, and I think it's that one day of respite that made me start feeling better about things. I've been getting along a lot better with my co-workers the past few nights, as well.
There's really a lot of bullshit that goes on at Brookside, and the guy I work with the most, Otis, can't seem to let any of it go. His attitude is in stark contrast to mine. If there's a problem, I deal with it and move on. For example, he always complains that the cooks don't do their part to keep the kitchen clean, and says that they should since they're the ones using the equipment anyway. As a result, every time we get asked to clean something, he makes a big deal about how everyone just dumps their responsibilities on us so they can leave a little earlier. So lately I've been cleaning anything I see getting to be fairly dirty to circumvent the whole situation, and it seems to be working. I'm basically taking it upon myself to manipulate the situation in my favor. Things are kept clean, so the cooks are happy and I don't have to hear them bitch, and then my co-worker is happy because he doesn't have to bitch about them bitching at him for things. Most importantly, I don't have to listen to him bitch, because he's the god damn bitch king.
and so on
I bought a nice Martin acoustic about a month ago. I went to Dave Phillips with the intention of buying a cheap acoustic that I could just fuck around on, but wanted to try the Martins while I was there. I feel in love with the cheapest one they had, and could not leave without buying it. So I did. My playing style has shifted a lot, as a result of that. I rarely touch my electric now, because with the acoustic I don't have to worry about the amp being up too loud, or running out of batteries in the pedals, or getting the tone right for the song I'm playing. I feel like my taste in music is changing a lot as well. I'm really into Cat Stevens and Bob Dylan and The Mountain Goats right now, and have been getting into a lot of music that is mostly acoustic in general. I still want a better electric guitar, but for now I'm satisfied with pursuing a better understanding of the acoustic guitar and associated playing styles.
Somehow I picked up a smoking habit over the past few weeks. Everyone at work smokes, so from being around it so much every day I just kind of fell into it. Not sure how I feel about it, though. I don't smoke much, so the financial side of it is negligible. However, I feel like I have a low tolerance for nicotine. Sometimes when I smoke it makes me feel really good, all awake and alert, and sometimes it just makes me feel like shit. Maybe it's like that for everyone. I've also acquired quite the taste for smoking pot. I feel less conflicted about this, as so far it's done nothing but put me in a good mood and be really into music. and food. I'm out right now, though, which is a problem.
That's enough for tonight. I'm going to go clean my room then play guitar until dawn then. hooray
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| The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is
that it's you
and that you're standing in the doorway.
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| Originally posted on my myspace.
I’m awake at this time of day more and more often as of late. I need
something to do during the day, so I have a reason to be awake when the
sun is not in the process of setting. I can’t sleep at night at all,
anymore. I’ve tried. I went to bed, exhausted, around 10 last night
and ended waking up around 11:30pm, wide awake. I stayed up until
about 9am, then slept until I almost missed my guitar lesson at 3.
I applied for a day shift position at the Arby’s where Ricky works, so
maybe that’ll help me get re-adjusted. I really just want the extra
money to spend on guitar gear, but having a normal sleeping pattern
would be a nice perk. Speaking of which.
I’ve been playing
guitar at least 3-4 hours a day, and I’m starting to get rather
proficient. I can play a lot of easier songs fluently, and have made a
lot of progress in terms of developing the strength and speed of my
fingers. I’ve memorized songs from Neutral Milk Hotel, Brand New,
Taking Back Sunday, a and few things by The Cure and Joy Division. My
equipment is pretty low-grade, though, and starting to feel like a
limiter. I’m trying to be good and wait until May before investing in
anything (even though I really only plan to buy about $400 worth of
equipment), but it’s hard when playing guitar is about all I do anymore
and the pickups on my guitar sound like they’re covered in mud.
Replacing pickups is easy though, and the actual body of the guitar is
really well made. I’m going to see if I can swing getting a new
guitar as a combined birthday and christmas present from both of my
parents this year. I have a few in mind. Namely the Schecter Tempest Custom
(which I went and tried, don’t really have an impression yet though,
as it was slightly out of tune and my hands were cold and mostly
immobile I should go back and try it again in a few weeks). The ESP LTD EC-500
seems promising as well, for what I’d want to do with it. Guitar
Center doesn’t really carry ESP though. Maybe Dave Phillips or Guitar
Villa would. Both are extremely pretty in white, though.
I can’t wait for sunny, 60-70 degree weather. It always puts me on a good mood, regardless of everything else.
I
wish I could sit down and write without feeling like I’m forcing
myself. I can only actually write when I’m inspired to. I think I’m
overly self-critical in that area, though. What I really should do is
just write things for the sake of practice, no matter how uninspired
the idea.
I think I’ll go see Xiu Xiu on Wednesday. Gas
prices are a little steep to be driving to Philadelphia, but I missed
out on seeing them last time when I already had tickets and a ride.
Personal reasons for that. And, I mean, the tickets themselves are
only $10, and the First Unitarian is my favorite place to see shows.
There’s
no real theme or point to this blog. I’m just bored, and my hands are
a little sore so I think I should lay off playing guitar for a bit.
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