Things About Other Things
Things About Other Things
Where I let it all out.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Changing Lives.
I would love it if I could rap. I want to be cool. I want to be the best there ever was in everything I do. I wish I was a better writer, a better artist. I wish I could act more artsy. I wish that some of my friends weren't bipolar assholes. I wish I could call certain people douchers right to their face with no consequence. I wish I could live in a giant house on a giant beach with just the people who truly care about me. I wish I wasn't mocked and taunted for my conservative views. I wish I wasn't conservative sometimes, just so I wouldn't have to here the crap. I want people to stop judging me because I wear J. Crew, own nice things and have a nice house. I want marijuana to be legalized, not for me, but for everyone else so we can tru. I wish my best friends stayed the way they were forever. I would give anything for things to stay the way they are. I want a girlfriend who cares about me, loves me for me. I don't want to have to be someone I'm not just to get her in my arms. But at the same time maybe I don't want a girlfriend. Maybe I want to life my life like it is. Bro's before ho's. Or not. I wish I hadn't said that. Because some of my best friends who I would do anything for are girls. I wish I was famous. I wish everyone knew my name. I wish I got respect. I wish people didn't talk behind my back, or behind any body part for that matter. But most of all, I wish I could life my life like a movie, the way I want, written, acted, directed by me. Some love scenes, some party scenes, me standing at the podium as the commish calls my name as the #1 pick. Then I make millions, retire to the Outer Banks and live my life hungover and tan, with sand in my flow, good food on my plate. And I want it to have the happiest ending possible, one where no one is suffering, no one passes judgement. But hey, like they say "That's Life". But what if we changed life?
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Something about Music.
There is something about it. Something about the way it sounds, the things it does, what it inspires. Music is life for me. It defines what I do and it seems every situation I've ever been in I look back and think "wow this song totally sees what I'm going through". Its just really incredible to me. Some people don't respect music and don't listen to it all that much. And I, of all people, am not judging, but it just fascinates me how people aren't so moved and affected by it. For me, music is my special place. I can go somewhere, slide on my headphones and just listen for hours on end with nothing else and no distractions. Like the New Cudi Album. Just mindblowing. Shit is awesome. Or my man Bagginz. He relates all his music to real life experiences. Not all about getting money, but about what really goes on. All these artists, new and old, rap or alternative. They all have something to say. And for some reason, I feel like I understand them better than most people.
Who Gives A Shit?
People gotta calm down. And stay out of each other's lives. What gives you the right to judge anyone? I do it all the time and I ask myself the question, and I constantly search for an answer. Ok, so he smokes. Big deal! So she drinks. Are you the drinking police? That was rhetorical. Sure we can bash people and tell ourselves, "god they are so stupid", but really we have no right to tell them what to do. I don't give a shit, they're still my friends. And I still love them. I'm at a point where those things don't really matter anymore. Because I know its none of my business and unless they have a serious problem, its their decision and their decision. So my message is stop. Just stop. Stop judging me, stop judging the person next to you. And most of all, stop judging people who you don't even know.
Friday, November 5, 2010
When Life Slips You A Jeffrey.
When life slips you a Jeffrey, stroke the furry walls. This is a line from the song Furry Walls by Infant Sorrow, featured in the movie Get Him to the Greek. Now this is absurd right? Maybe not so much..I tend to look into the meaning of things too much, but this one struck me differently. I took it as "when life is a bitch, calm yourself down". Whatever happens to you in life, you should always be able to go do something that you love to calm you down. That was my translation. And I thought it really had a deep meaning. When your stressed our freakin out, just try something to help you calm down. It could be watching TV, a sports game or meditating. Whatever it is, let it be your getaway from the every day. Thats what I do and it works out great for me. Now personally I don't stroke any fur covered walls, but I do other things, be it reading or writing or just hanging out listening to music. Find your furry wall, combat your Jeffrey. Thats my piece ladies and gentlemen.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
College. Eh.
Today during Art II a woman came in from Hartford Arts School and gave a talk about what its like going to an arts college. She talked about the majors, life as a student and the classes you take. And it hit me pretty hard. Even though I'm only a sophomore all this college stuff still somehow "applies" to me. I mean I am already being shown colleges, already taking PSAT's and already being approached by the college counselor. I just think its crazy. We have so many other things in our life to deal with, can't college wait? Sure its important, but not so much so that 3 years away from it we should be having it shoved down our throats. I want to enjoy my sophomore year, try and focus on my studies, and have fun. Hang with friends, play sports, not have to think about what I want to be or where I want to go once I graduate. It just seems way too early. There's no need to be exposed to all this so early. Just my opinion.
A Toast To The Assholes.
Here's to them. I can't stand them. Sure, we are all assholes to our friends, but what about genuine douchers? It just baffles me that anyone is mean and cruel enough to openly mock someone and put them down. Again, we all do it to our friends, but those people who take joy in bothering and tormenting other kids amaze me. It doesn't make sense to do it. What satisfaction do you take from it? What makes it so great, being a cruel individual. I just don't see it. And I just wanted to take a minute to appreciate all of you people out there who aren't assholes, who genuinely care for people and aren't jerks to everyone you meet. Thank you for being decent, and to those who are indecent, this one is for you.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Unsigned and On the Grind.
This is just a little post about unsigned freestyle artists. These guys work harder than anyone, on a budget smaller than a decimal point, and they get nothing for it. They do it because they love it. Everyone has to respect that. Guys like Webby and of course my favorite, Bagginz, deserve more recognition because their rhymes are crazy. I don't know if I have the guts to get up on stage knowing you get nothing for it, fighting for respect and some recognition. Especially when the reason they start rappin' is to donate to charities. Sure guys like Weezy and Jay-Z are great but lets get real, they have millions of dollars to do whatever they want to their voices and raps. Unsigned artists make do with what they have. That's why I have so much respect for them! So heres to them, unsigned and on the grind. Everyone read this, spread the word, tell a friend! Listen to guys like Webby and Bagginz. They deserve so much credit. Let's get Bagginz down here for a show!!! We gotta raise some money. Anyone with ideas get at me. Let's make it happen.
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