Since this a music blog/website I'll talk a little about music. The new Josh Ritter CD is really good. It takes the best parts of The Animal Years and the best parts of The Historical Conquests and mixes them into a beautiful album.
The Sleigh Bells CD Treats I just don't seem to get. The indie world is obsessed with it but I just don't quite understand "it". Sure it mixes post-grunge, hip-hop and instrumental music but I can't get into it.
Lastly, It's a shame Lydia's new CD is going to be an EP and see Fang Island live. I'll be seeing Lydia on their farewell tour too which is pretty exciting since I never go to concerts.
As far as life goes it's been pretty hectic with summer school and hanging out with my psychotic ex-girlfriend, Ashley. On memorial weekend we ended up saving some girl from getting beaten by her boyfriend. The dude cracked a glass bottle on her head and Ashley ended up stepping in telling the dude to fuck off. If I stepped in I would've gotten my butt-kicked this dude was easily roid-raging, and she's a feminist and all that mumbo jumbo so as she said it was her calling to help Melissa out. We brought Melissa back to my place, where Melissa's head bled all over my bed and sheets. Anyone know how to remove blood from my sheets and pillowcase? For a chick Ashley is one of the toughest people I've ever met, As my other friend Big Black says, "If she was a dude I wouldn't fuck with her". Of course that would be if she was still alive.
This whole weekend I didn't do all that much. Thursday Ashley ended up ODing herself on cocaine at a party. I had to pick her up even though I was somewhere else. Poor girl. I'm not sure if she OD or not but people were telling me that the table was the only place she was at. She's got a bad reputation due to her craziness and major blackouts but behind all that she isn't all that bad. Hell, I'd know I lived with her for 3 months.
Friday was a lot calmer. Just ended up going to a friends place to drink and hang out. Later that night we went to some random house party where I was honored with being Ashley's designated "boyfriend if some douche hits on me". It's a job I take with low priority. I just want to have a good time. Of course the cops showed up around midnight and bust the party, thankfully no tickets are handed out and I'm off to home. Then Ashely and I ended up not being able to drive so we walked a for about 3 miles down Greenville BLVD and Charles Street, not sketchy in the slightest. In case you haven't realized Ashley has her own place, but hates living alone during the summer so she stays with me. Summer school ain't all that bad, at least I got one person to hang out with because going to random house parties solo would blow. That night we just ended up jamming to The Eagles for about an two hours, drank more and she asked me about life. The first time I ever talked to her she asked if I was depressed, repeatedly throughout the conversation. The girl now claims I've changed since last year. I laugh and say, "I'm just confident" and she laughs and says, "Ya I think those girls at the party can tell." Both laughing she says, "Cheers to change" I smile and say, "Cheers".
"I miss the times in streets where we never got tired
Laying down in the grass by the empty camp fire
Like spies on the roof as we'd watch stars expire
But the image is a million years old"