that the band Cute Is What We Aim For is classified as pop punk. When did we go from pop punk being Bowling For Soup to Cute Is What We Aim For? Now, don’t get me wrong, I do love CIWWAF but the fact remains that while catchy and fun to listen to, music has become decidedly the same. Mainstream has always been a “bad” thing, bashed on by punk lovers and classified by the mass number of thirteen year olds standing outside the concert venue for a certain “mainstream” band. But there was some sort of difference between one mainstream band and the other. A few years ago, you had to give valid reasons to not like a mainstream band or to classify them as such; nowadays even the punk culture is finding itself saying, “Oh, who gives a shit? It’s all the same anyway.” Of course this is a bad thing, not only because our generation is no longer producing the raddest music around (Yes, I just said that) but also because bands that do have that special something, that sparkle, that unique “pep in their step” are finding themselves not even bothering to get their message out because they’ve given up hope that anyone will listen. It seems that the uniqueness that was so coveted at one point is now the very reason that we turn our heads and tune down our hearing. Is this the end of rock and roll as we know it? Or maybe, it’s just the beginning of a new genre; robot rock.
Fall asleep and it’s horrible. I just keep thinking about Joplin/Kansas versus Texas. What are the benefits? What are the downsides? It seems that Texas has all the opportunities but I can’t seem to be happy here. It doesn’t matter how many times I try or how many people I try to talk to or meet or be friends with, I seriously hate it here. Why did my parents move? Why couldn’t they just keep being Missouri people? That place is my home. That’s where my heart and soul is, even if it’s not much to live in. My other problem is that all my bad habits are there; smoking, Kenny, skipping class, dropping out, not having a job. That is and has always been my life there so can I be a productive person and still live in the place that I love? I hate making decisions, especially really important and very difficult ones. Fuck. This.
is so transcendant of everything.
People.
Judgement.
Love.
Hate.
Fear.
Especially fear.
Music is so brave.
They all just say what they think.
Seriously, have you ever listened to the lyrics of your favorite song? Have you ever watched the sweat drip down a frontman’s face as he gives the crowd everything he has and leaves his whole self on the stage only to get back up the next night and do it all over again? How much can one person honestly give? And why do those kids in Japan that don’t speak English go to rock shows? They don’t sing the songs in Japanese, but the music itself transcends the language barrier; the difference between us and them. Music shows us that there is no difference, that we are all just people and we all have feelings and we all live in a crazy, fucked up world and by listening to the same shit, we now know that the person standing next to us in a mosh pit is at the very least, just as fucked up as we are and that they too, have a need to get it out. Somehow. Through music. Through the blaring of the speakers shaking through your feet until it rumbles in your heart. And all the while the band plays and you feel like nothing else in the world matters except for this moment, this time, right here, right now. Of course, the next day everything goes back to normal; you go back to your shitty, boring life where people ask you the same mundane questions they always did. “How was your day?” “How was school?” “Did anything interesting happen at work?” (Boring, shitty, and FUCK NO) But that moment last night, that moment frozen in time and in your heart somehow makes it less shitty and boring. And that right there is where music makes all the difference.
This was me at school today! I needed coffee just to get through my day. I have a five page research paper due on Monday, a group project due Thursday, and a bunch of other stuff to do. I’m so ready to get ready for this summer. Summer semester is gonna be the shit and everything is going to be so awesome. I’m just ready for this semester to be over.
It’s been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I’m back in town
This time I’m not leaving without you
You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh
I’d give anything again to be your baby doll
This time I’m not leaving without you
You said sit back down where you belong
In the corner of my bar with your high heels on
Sit back down on the couch where we
Made love the first time and you said to me this
Something, something about this place
Something ‘bout lonely nights and my lipstick on your face
Something, something about my cool Nebraska guy
Yeah something about, baby, you and I
It’s been two years since I let you go,
I couldn’t listen to a joke or rock n’ roll
Muscle cars drove a truck right through my heart
On my birthday you sang me a heart of gold
With a guitar humming and no clothes
This time I’m not leaving without you
Ooh-oh ooh-oh
Sit back down where you belong
In the corner of my bar with your high heels on
Sit back down on the couch where we
Made love the first time and you said to me this
Something, something about this place
Something about lonely nights and my lipstick on your face
Something, something about my cool Nebraska guy
Yeah something about, baby, you and I
You and I
You, you and I
You, you and I
You, you and I, I
You and I
You, you and I
Oh yeah
I’d rather die
Without you and I
C’mon
Put your drinks up
We got a whole lot of money, but we still pay rent
‘Cause you can’t buy a house in Heaven
There’s only three men that I’m a serve my whole life
It’s my daddy and Nebraska and Jesus Christ
Something, something about the chase
Six whole years
I’m a New York woman born to run you down
So have my lipstick all over your face
Something, something about just knowing when its right
So put your drinks up for Nebraska
For Nebraska, Nebraska, I love you
You and I
You, you and I
Baby, I’d rather die
Without you and I
You and I
You, you and I
Nebraska, I’d rather die
Without you and I
It’s been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I’m back in town
This time I’m not leaving without you
(I wish I could song write this well about that kid ^ up there)
Studying was just not an option.
Tonight-
Studying will again not be an option.
Do I really want to spend my life like this?
That exact question is why I wasn’t successful in high school until much later on in life.
Do I want it to get away with fucking up college for me too?
But the question does bare a certain point.
An important point, in fact.
Be successful<Have fun.
Be successful>Have fun.
Can’t decide.
Can’t decide.
Can’t decide.
Can’t decide.
Can’t decide.
I would just sit here and cry because it’s confusing…but I don’t have time to cry.
Just study.
And work.
And work.
And study.
Study.
Work.
Study.
Work.
Study.
Work.
Study.
Work.
NO!
Party and rock n’ roll, please.
<3
I’ve been walking and riding the bus. Where? To my parent’s house. Oh, yes. I walked and rode the bus allllllllllllll day until I got from my boyfriend and his crazy mom’s house to my parent’s home. I’m just as shocked as anyone. After I moved out, I never thought that I would have a burning need to come back home but, it happened. I hate that house. I hate everything to do with. And I finally realized that my parents have been doing it right all along. They’ve been raising me right, they’ve been staying married the right way, they’ve cultivated a family the right way. And anyone else that does it differently and anything that they have to say about the mishaps of my family is wrong. Everything besides the way my parents have been doing it is wrong. And I feel so bad about the way I’ve acted all of these years. You wouldn’t believe the things that you learn or the revelations that you make throughout your lifetime. And sometimes how early those revelations can happen. I really thought I was in a relationship with a person that got along with me well enough that I could stay with for a long amount of time but, I guess you never really can tell those things. Oh, well. Back to the drawing board.
being a woman. Yuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkk.
Are significantly giant douchebags. And selfish. Dear god are they selfish. Not EVERY girl wants to be with you. Not every girl gives even half a fuck what you do. Seriously, get the fuck over yourself.