Cut With Care

Well I went and saw Tegan and Sara perform at Call The Office on Monday night and they were excellent and furthermore absolutely gorgeous. If you want to see some great pics of the show check out Rachel's photos.

Looking at some of my celebrity crushes that will never amount to anything more than me seeing them perform at a concert or watching them on the big screen I noticed something that some girls should just think about. Not every haircut has to be done by a professional hairstylist or be perfectly layered or coloured to make yourself attractive. In some cases an intentionally mis-managed haircut can prove to be more beautiful than anything I've seen before, I have provided a few examples below of some not typically considered hot haircuts but I'd take any one of these girls over somebody like Beyonce anyday.

Starting off with the wonderfully eccentric lead singer of the Yeah Yeah Yeah's, Miss Karen O.



Next up we have Brody Dalle, who I would prefer not on drugs but still a beautiful person and lead singer of The Distillers.



Now we shall get to the aforementioned band I saw on Monday. Here we see the lovely Sara Quin.



Now we have the wonderful other half and I'm not playing favorites by putting two pictures up but she was the only one where I could find a really good chop cut that is gorgeous, and the second one is from monday night, the also lovely Tegan Quin.





All I want to leave you with is ladies don't be afraid to stray from the normal, who knows how beautiful you could possibly be with an eccentric hairstyle.

Another Day In Time

It's February 14th, 2005, and what does this mean absolutely nothing. It's just another day in time. That's all I shall say about that.

So we are in the time of Lent and I hear people talking about what trivial thing they are giving up to offer as some sort of sacrifice. I personally don't see the point in doing this because in most cases the thing being given up for forty days does not affect anybody else life except your own and even the effect on your own life is usually extremely minimal. As much as my belief in any religion has wavered towards non-belief in the last few years I do believe that this is not what Jesus Christ would have wanted. Now my knowledge of Lent is also fading over the years but Jesus' sacrifice was so that he inevitably may help others, not so that 2000 years later we can give up swearing, fast food, caffeine or some other fashionable idea that helps absolutely no one but ourselves. Therefore, I no longer participate in Lent nor have I ever participated because giving up something from my everyday life does not help the plight of others, so I shall continue to indulge myself at fast food restaurants, I shall continue to swear and use all the other everyday luxuries that I have at my disposal.

Now for those of you who may read this and are participating in Lent do remember that this is my opinion and I do not wish for some sort of defensive rebuttal to my point because the reason I wear an anti-religion button on my jacket is because I do not want people forcing their beliefs on me. I have no issues with people believing in religion until you attempt to force it upon me. That being said if you do have another comment you wish to speak about on the above feel completely free to speak your mind because everyone is entitled to their opinion.

As for other issues on my mind nothing overly exciting and fascinating is coming to mind but I shall continue writing about something because I have an hour to kill before my MIT 026 Information Retrieval Midterm.

Speaking of midterms and other such events I am fascinated and in some cases jealous of those people who have the determination to sit and study for hours upon hours, where as I haven't done any of the readings for this class, let alone even bought the course pack for the class yet. I always wonder if I'm really just a mediocre kid with an average intelligence that was able to bullshit my way to high marks in highschool and have no come to realize that my intelligence is not near what I and others have anticipated of me. Due to this false belief in my overall intelligence it is only setting myself to believe that I'm inevitably a failure when my marks drop by nearly 20% if not more, when in reality I am actuality doing what my true potential is actually at and if I had achieved these marks in highschool my mindset would be that of me achieving my potential instead of being a failure. I am aware of the typical overall percentage drop between university and highschool but that does not change my ideas of the school system only inevitably setting myself up for failure and not given enough determination to overcome those failures.

Just Don't Understand

Alright well by creating a new post I seem to get my sidebar back but I'm still having difficulties with my comment system now. Will things ever be back to being simple?

Okay well now my comment system is appearing despite blogger telling me I can't use it and won't post my post because of it but it's there, I have no idea what's going on. Anyways, this post has no real meaning so I suggest reading the post below this one because that was my last actual true update of this blog.

Rose War

Beauty layered upon the disguise of death.
A sound everyone fears to hear, in the shadow of a rose,
Whispers of things desired more by the rejection.
As tomorrow looks like the desolation of the thorn,
Lost on the stem, his mind wanders alone.
The angst inside of a gentle man,
Provides for the lost love stories of today.
Torn apart by the distance of hearts,
One heart red, while the other lies dead,
Still beating, just no longer feeling.
The joys and memories of a day untouched,
Bring upon the rise of the black sun.
A war left unimpeded, leaving those bleeding.
Desire left in the trench, souls face down in the mud.
A search for something wanted, but left undone.
The weary and weak, place their hopes in sleep.
A dream that these lost love stories will someday be found
In the shadow of a withered and dying rose.


Well I finally sort of broke out of my brief writers block last night during film class and finished off the poem just now, however I'm not sure if I like the title or not and thanks to Nate for his wonderful suggestions of "Boner", "guns n' roses fight with their wrists will jesus hammers his hand" and "The Life and Times of A Groundhog" you truly are an inspiration and for those reading this who aren't Nate Mantini, he suggested these titles before reading the poem. I'd like to talk about some other stuff but maybe I'll leave it for another update in a day or two cause I'd rather have the poem be the focus of this post more than anything else. I began writing it while watching Roberto Rossellini's "Rome, Open City" which is based on the Italian subversives working against the Germans.

Well for some reason my comment system no longer is working so I shall have to try and get a new one setup and then I'll try and fix this problem.

Absent Minded American Dad

Well although I disliked both teams in the Superbowl it was still an exciting game and I was glad to see New England win (yes, win for the third time in four years). The reason for this is if they had lost the talk about them not achieving dynasty status would go on for much longer than them actually achieving the status, so the quicker it's out of the news the better.

As for the shows following the big game I thoroughly enjoyed The Simpsons and Ned Flanders rendition of "The Passion of Cain and Abel". As for the advance premiere of Seth McFarlane's American Dad I'm on the fence. It was extremely hysterical but I found it to be way to similar to the other hysterical show of his Family Guy. I mean the animation is exactly the same many of the characters even look similar....example Mort Goldman Vs Steve Smith






Sorry for the small picture of Mort Goldman, For some reason it's hard to find a big picture of him. Notice the similar square glasses, same chin, if you turned Steves smile upside down you'd have the same mouth as Mort. So there is many more similarities between the two shows, which I won't go through because you can see for yourself come May 1st when both the new Family Guy and second Episode of American Dad premiere. As for me I'm still a Simpsons fan at heart even if both Family Guy and American Dad are funnier. As for the battle between Family Guy and American Dad, I think Family Guy will stick around but American Dad will fall off because although they appear different they are the same and both are based on the same humour.

Anyways, it was a rough weekend and my neck still feels like its been filled with concrete as it is so stiff and sore from sleeping on the bathroom floor. My lesson learned this weekend: I can do two shots of liquid cocaine for the price of one shot of absinthe, therefore go with the LC because it tastes better.

Untitled Title Named Title

Alright so I do believe I have entered a phase of creative writers block. I have spent the last twenty minutes or so writing down random thoughts, phrases, words, etc to try and writing something inventive and new. Everything I wrote was garbage. Each word or phrase I wrote had a rhythmic flow of nothing like its own. I do not strive to achieve this style of prose and hate how it happens naturally. Why can't I write so it's choppy and difficult to read. I can't even challenge myself with my writing, even though I hate challenge because I have no desire to overcome failure.

Time and time again, I'm told I have a way with my words. All you have to do is write and you can have a way with words whether its one line or a full novel. Artistic or not you still have a way with your words. I've learned that having a way with written words is much simpler to achieve then it is with spoken words. If I were given the choice between the two I'd probably take the latter option but will leave my reasons unwritten.

In the silence of this room I can see everything I love and everything that is missing, combine the two and it gives you a vision. A vision of what you may ask? Well fuck you, figure it out for yourself. My visions not the same as yours, unless of course you close your eyes and see the darkness, but still its not the same. Memories shape the darkness into all of your desires. That seems to be the only place I can achieve what I see but still it leaves me rather empty. Fucking rhythm in my words is annoying. I wonder if it's enough to drive a person insane? That's the reason I stop or else I'd probably be a famous author and be studied in classes around the world but no I prefer to remain unkown. I'm just looking for the one person who really wants to know what I have to say.

Would you believe I just said to myself, "life is just a game we play". That honestly has to be one of the worst quotes I have ever heard and it's lovely how crap like that sticks with you but the more memorable things disappear. A philosopher and a poet are one in the same, maybe that's why I can't write anything I like anymore. I have learned to hate philosophy, thus a direct effect of that is to hate poetry. Not others poetry just my own because I'm not a philosopher and anything I would write that is philosophical would have no basis of merit, therefore neither would my poetry.

You say stop complaining. I say stop reading. If nobody complained we would all be slaves. Maybe we already are and we are programmed to complain to make us believe we are free. George Orwell, that man writes a good mystery. You disagree and say he writes science fiction. If only we lived in 1984, guess what I wouldn't be born. As for him writing a mystery that might not be literally true but honestly do you know how the story ends? Does 2+2=4? Who decided where it stopped and why it should end? Now that I have your attention, start thinking and make sure to pretend.