love is a bastard
much like how
man is the bastard.
what else is love?
it is also a battlefield.
beat me in scrabble and i'm yours.
oh wait, i left out the part where you should be ridiculously good
looking too.
when this semester ends i will have one month to recuperate before
heading into sophomore year from hell.
i don't know why people find it hard to believe that studying to be
a musician is not easy. don't let rock band fool you, kids.
i am studying
classical music. i plan on
becoming a singing tree in austria. it's a worthy endeavor.
Things I am Good At: A Compendium
making
to do
lists
not checking off things on my to do list
being incredibly honest about how i view myself and others
brushing
cats
eating
ramen
eating
ice
cream
eating
kim chi
jigae
eating
bun cha gio thit
nuong
eating
uni
belittling
people
knocking
things over
using the
internet
pirating
music
drinking
beer
painfully slow
drinking
gin and
tonic painfully fast
listening to
Karp
doing the sailor shuffle
being friends with
scampington
corrupting
scampington
books: i currently am not reading anything leisurely.
movies: old black and white films, old color films, old musicals,
Whatever stars my Ideal Man Gene Kelly.
music: all genres from all centuries including gregorian chant.
even the 90s new age gregorian chant fusion. okay, not really. but,
you win points with me if you're
punk.
food: There is too much that I fancy for me to list but there are
definitely strong dislikes i can sound out...
FUCK a green bell pepper
FUCK fake cinnamon
FUCK black licorice
television:
eatdrink
and i are bffs and we watch bad television together.
goat cheese
pearls
gaudy rings
gin
texting
metronome (i really just put that in there so that in the off
chance any of my pedagogues happen to find my profile, they'd be
pleased)
sleeping in a verdant meadow where the
sunlight streams through a rustling
canopy
with
scampington
corrupting her
or
getting into trouble with
joelnesv
I will not tell you to message me if you feel like it.
Instead, I will ask you to answer this questionnaire.
Do you have a soul patch and/or goatee?
Do you have tribal tattoos?
Do you have a large truck?
Are you over the age of 40?
Do you wear loose fitting clothes?
Is your mental capacity comparable to that of a 10-year old?
Do you spike up your hair?
Are you allergic to cats?
Do you hate Disneyland?
Do you have a problem discerning the difference between
you're/your, they're/their/there, loose/lose, etc?
Is your music collection mainly comprised of auto-tune jams?
If you have answered "yes" to any of the questions above
you're my dream man.