New Wave/Pop Punk

As I navigated best buy's country section I stumbled upon this little gem that seemed to have been misplaced:



It's actually pretty mediocre but I thought I'd share with all of you.

Here's the pitchfork review

Track List:

01 Overboard (7:18)
02 San Francisco Sandwich [Feat. R-O-B] (3:36)
03 Chad Made Me Sad (2:54)
04 Jerry Springer (Skit) (0:34)
05 Until The End Of Time (1:03)
06 If I Would (You Probably Would Too) [Feat. Architect Nic] (5:39)
07 Awkward Elavator (4:19)
08 Misunderstood (9:12)
09 Doing It For My Dude (1:35)
10 Verse Chorus Verse (3:40)
11 Misunderstood [Reprise] (18:23)
12 Awkward Elevator [Remix][Feat. Steven Spielberg] (6:15)

Things I Do Like! (xanax edition)

1. I do like new socks.




2. I do like 1.5 TB hard drives for under 200 dollars.








3. I do like Wild Turkey.





4. I do like Vicodin.





5. I do like Blackberrys.





6. I do like High Definition Audio and Video.





7. I do like Gordo's Burritos (which I really need...badly).





8. I do like ssh.





9. I do like Andres Segovia.





10. I do like skateboards.

Fuck

My mom just came into my room with a uncomfortable look on her face. At first I didn't pay any attention to her because I figured she had nothing important to say to me, but after I felt her looming presence I decided to acknowledge her existence.

"Hey Nick, I have a question."
"Shoot."
"I just got a text message, and I don't understand this abbreviation."

She handed me her iPhone, and it read, "yo milf". I handed the phone back to her without changing the expression on my face.

"Well, what does it stand for?"
"What does what stand for?"
"MILF. What does MILF stand for?"
"Mom I'd Like to Fuck."
"Oh, thanks Nick."
"You're welcome Mom. Good night."
"Good night honey."

I'm in a daze.

TGIF

(22:44:53) Monty: gosh im so down tomorrow is Friday
(22:45:09) Monty: I'm looking forward to sleeping
(22:45:36) Billy: sick
(22:45:52) Billy: yeah call me when you get off ill roll over and we can go to sleep

Death

I'm sorry to be so serious, but I started to think about death. My parents are old, and not to be morbid, but they could die at any time. I called them tonight just to tell them how much I loved them, just to be sure the last words I said were "I Love You." I got my father to say I love you for the first time in three years. It took a lot. We don't have a relationship where we can be lovey dovey to each other, but I can tell him anything. I can tell him who I slept with, and what I did last night, etc. My mother is the same, except I end every conversation with her saying, "I love you." I can cry in front of both of them, even my father, where emotions beyond love takeover. My father has talked me through some of the hardest times in my life, and approached these times by relating them to his own life, which made me feel normal and safe.

I love my parents to death and I don't know what I would do without them, that's why death scares me so much. I hope to God they see my children, just so I can pass on that much love to someone.

I miss this place I call home with two people I can't live without. I saw them for 1.5 days in an eight month period, so fucking hard. I had this image of them in my mind from eight months previous and seeing them after that was very hard, death is imminent and it's fucked up.

-Rob

Friends Vs. Acquaintances

We make friends and we make acquaintances. Friends require much more than a common interest in alcohol and drugs. Things like drawing still life is a common interest that brings friends together. If the only thing you have in common with someone is you like beer pong, you're an acquaintance. I know this is a low level comparison of friends vs. acquaintances, but it takes more than some un-sober point of view to connect to a person.

I went through all of the people I know, and I found out I have an incredible amount of acquaintances rather than friends. This says something about how college is. You make a few good friends, but an overwhelming amount of acquaintances.

Now this isn't bad. A person goes into a social event and they can say "hello" to a few amount of people, to make themselves feel less awkward.

Ok, here we go. I must say I hate this approach to social life, and even if you're at UCLA, Boulder, COM, or UCSB you know what I'm talking about. I hope that we can diminish this social point of view and concentrate on people we really care about to build a future.

Please, it's too imense

-ROB

I usually don't remember dreams

I usually don't remember dreams. It's frustrating when you still remember for that one minute after you awaken, and no matter what you do, you can't hold on to it. Even if you have one vivid memory from it, using that as an anchor to try and remember the rest will just make your anchor memory slip as well.

I usually don't remember dreams. But I remember this one vividly. Probably because I got the shit beat out of me by three of my good friends while they were holding me to the pavement and shooting up heroin.

While on the way to a party that inexplicably had all of my friends at it, Evan Coller got in the drivers seat of my car and started driving with me in it. I told him not to drive and I was annoyed with him because he was intoxicated. I told him to stop driving, but instead he started swerving. When the car crashed, I got out of the passenger side and ran up to him angrily because he did that when I told him not to, and he shouldn't get so fucked up.

While scolding him, I felt a warm blow to the back of my skull. I look up confused to see Michael Bignami holding a wooden plank and smiling at me blankly, but confident. When I asked him why the fuck he did that, in a similar tone as I was talking to Evan, Zander Albright stepped in front of him and started yelling in my face, blaming me for letting Evan drive and telling me to go fuck off. Naturally, I returned his statement, and before I knew it I was pinned to the ground getting kicked in the ribs from all three of them.

Evan took my sunglasses off and crushed them under his sneakers, while Zander and Michael continued to shoot heroin behind him. I thought it was all over, and thank God because my cab was there to take me to the airport so I could finally go to Europe. But when the three others noticed this, they gave the cab driver a threatening glare and pinned me down again while they repeatedly punched me in the face, and then in the gut, and then in the face again.

I usually don't remember dreams.