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well, time for another update, school has been ok, alot of work of course, haven't been sleeping much lately, and i think its taking a toll on me, oh well. I got hurt today in football, shoudl be back by tommorow though, well, since no one reads this shit anyway, im gonna go, comment if you want you fucks, i know your reading this fallon...and i know you want to bring your myspace back
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[24 Sep 2006|10:06pm] |
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Well well well, havent updated this in ages. Lets see, what gone on in the life of Andrew. I've started my junior year, and things kind of suck right now. I'm completely swamped, school 5 days a week, football 6 days a week, work on my only day off of football and school, and on top of that im teaching a ccd class on wednesday nights. My classes in school could be easier, but im not gonna complain. Football is ehhh, i have so much fun, but all we seem to do is lose, no matter how hard we work, oh well. Maybe i'll make a full return to livejournal, and see if i can get this shit started up again, we'll see. Until then, peace out
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R.I.P.
The Ataris
1994-2005
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[14 Jul 2005|09:12am] |
well, time for an update
hmmmmm its been a while, schools over, freshman year went by fast, thank god.
this summer has consisted of watching stella, listening to music and a bunch of other shit
hmmmmmm theres nothing else to say so, shutup
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[28 May 2005|12:07am] |
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_________ it doesnt matter what you say i just cant stay here every yesterday and keep on acting out the same way that we act out every way its a smile again lets make believe we never needed any more than this no not any more that this oh ________ it doesnt matter what you do i know ill never really get inside of you to make your eyes catch fire the way they should the way the blue could pull me in if they only would if they only would atleast id lose this sense of sensing something else that hides away but me and you we're worlds apart with aching looks and breaking hearts and just take all the smiles your hands can take dont worry i can take as much as you can throw and then ill throw it all away oh ill throw them all away like throwing faces at the sky or throwing arms around yesterday i stood and stared like stone in front of you and the way i stared it seemed i looked right out of you and even the way i stand i stand away from you elise believe me take me away from this and secretly we'll slip into all our promises away from it all in the cover of the night again and we'll watch the years fall and we'll dream it all back like we do elise it doesn't matter what you say you know i'll stay here every yesterday like keep on acting out the same the way we act out every way to smile forget and make believe we never needed any more than this any more than this as fast as i pick it up it falls away through my clutching hands as fast as i pick it up it falls away like falling sand but there's nothing else i can really do there's nothing else i can really do there's nothing else i can really do at all...
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California pop-punk trio Blink-182, famed for its practical jokes and disdain for clothing, has gone on "indefinite hiatus," with no plans to work together again, its Geffen Records label said Tuesday.
Singer-guitarist Tom DeLonge, singer-bassist Mark Hoppus and drummer Travis Barker want to "spend some time enjoying the fruits of their labors with loved ones" after a decade of working together nonstop, the statement added.
"While there is no set plan for the band to begin working together again, no one knows what tomorrow may bring," it said.
San Diego-based Blink-182, cast in the same mold as Grammy-winning punk combo Green Day, enjoyed major success with such tunes as "What's My Age Again?" and "All the Small Things," winning an MTV Video Music Award for the latter tune.
The group toiled in obscurity for years before hitting the big time with its 1997 major-label debut album "Dude Ranch," which sold 1 million copies. The 1999 follow-up, "Enema of the State," cemented its success, bolstered by the unlikely suicide ballad, "Adam's Song."
But for the most part, Blink-182 was best known for its goofball antics, including running naked through the streets of Hollywood for the "What's My Age Again?" video. It topped the U.S. pop charts in 2001 with the cheekily titled album "Take Off Your Pants and Jacket."
Barker, considered the band's linchpin on stage, kept busy with two other bands, Box Car Racer (along with DeLonge) and the Transplants, as well as a boutique record label.
The Wall Street Journal reported in 2003 that DeLonge bought a $5 million home in a gated community outside of San Diego because fans were bugging him at his former abode. Hoppus, meanwhile, co-owns a clothing company.
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This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
haha sorry but i had to put that because its true.
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