I have two more weeks of this infernal crap and then I’ll be done with school! Unfortunately for me, in that two weeks I have to write a ten page paper, which I’m definitely not looking forward to. Along with that I have a couple business proposals to write for my other course. Oh the joys of majoring in writing…

Sleep deprived = me.

I wasn’t expecting that!

My friend Ronnie just sent me a link to this video. I’m not sure what to say.

And I really don’t want to do it.

Fortunately enough, the paper is focused around one of my favorite authors of all time, Edgar Allan Poe. I’m comparing his works to modern media, specifically modern films. It’s an enjoyable topic, but I feel like passing out right now.

We had an interesting night at a nearby college. Streetlight Manifesto, one of my favorite bands, was playing so we simply had to go see them. Being at a college, there was no entry fee, so that was totally sweet. Also, they had a tent designated for people over 21 to drink in, and beer was only $2 for a 16 oz.!

Now to the fun parts of the evening.

Streetlight came on stage played about two songs and in the middle of their third song, they were interrupted by the police… Fucking mid-song, who does that? All the police wanted to say is that the crowd was pushing against the barrier at the front of the stage too much… Oh, did I mention there were a crap load of cops at the show? Everywhere. They were guarding the entrance to the drinking tent; they were by stage barriers; they were checking cars as we drove into the college; and they were even on horseback surveying the show from afar! srsly po9, had to bring in the calvary?

Eventually the show resume, but wasn’t long lived. Streetlight was only allowed to play a few more songs after the interruption from the cops. It wasn’t even half the length of a normal setlist…

The night gets better.

As we are sitting to one side of the stage, recovering from mosh pit escapades, we looked over to see a young guy getting interrogated by a police officer. We didn’t think much of it, though we did wonder why he was pulled aside. Then, out of nowhere, the kid tries to run from the officer. The officer luckily grabs a hold of the kid’s arm as he’s fleeing and slings him to the ground. Two other officers quickly come over to assist and the runner is put into cuffs and dragged away.

We decided to head home shortly after that. We went around the back of the stage towards where we parked and realized, hey, that’s Streetlight Manifesto packing up their van right in front of us. Casually, we walked over and shook Thomas Kalnoky’s (lead singer/guitarist) hand. This was followed by a very awkward silence, since we were in utter awe that we were actually meeting them and didn’t know what the hell to say to them after initial greetings. Terrible…

Hmm, what other things happened…

- My friend Shawn found ten bucks on the ground.
- My friend Max had a delightful conversation with some guy that was totally high.
- I found out that I don’t really enjoy Budweiser that much anymore.
- We noticed that there are a lot of lesbians at SUNY Purchase college.
- Red Bull Cola isn’t very good.

Another cover from The Decemberists’ Hazards of Love album.

I don’t watch American Idol or any shows of the like… at all. However, when I walked into my house earlier this evening, my parents called me into the family room because they wanted to show me a video that they recently found on YouTube. This is the video. The video is singer 47 year old Susan Boyle trying out for the Britan’s Got Talent show.

Many of you have probably seen the video, seeing how it has quickly grown in popularity since it aired on television. It’s one of those feel-good videos that really deserved all the publicity it gets.

P.S. She sings one of my favorite songs from Les Miserables too!

On Friday, my cousin’s five month old baby, Finnian, passed away. At first we thought it was SID syndrome, but from what I have gathered from my parents, grandparents, and Aunt, it was because my cousin’s babysitter had put him to sleep in loose blankets. Finnian moved around in his sleep and the blankets ended up strangled him. He was rushed to the hospital, but they lost him shortly after.

A terrible way to start the Easter weekend…

By far my favorite song on the new Decemberists album. Enjoy.

When I wake up each morning I usually follow the same exact routine. It goes as follows: 1. Wake up and get dressed. 2. Take a shower and brush my teeth. 3. Drive to work. 4. Look at the latest buzz around the web. 5. Snag some coffee. 6. Listen to a song called “Hoppípolla” by Sigur Rós.

“Hoppípolla” is a instrumentally heavy song by an Icelandic band. I’ve listened to them for a few years now, but no other song on their numerous albums has had such an inspiring impact. Even though I don’t understand exactly what the heck the singer is saying (I’ve looked up translations, however most seem vague and unclear), the song is truly a perfect blend of melodic string instruments, a consistent drum beat, and an exceptional combination of articulation and musical dynamics.

Furthermore, they crafted a unique music video for the song that is equally as incredible, encompassing and very meaningful and indicative overall theme.