Saturday, December 20, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
12.06.08
9:19 pm
The TV is flickering images from a film I've always loved. I know most people probably would never want to see it again, if they ever saw it in the first place, but Notting Hill really is one of my favorites.
So tonight with the cold air seeping through the windows and the radiator spewing out steam, I sit with a half empty glass of Le Grand Noir (or a flat Mountain Dew, whichever you prefer) resting on the hardwood floor, my eyes transfixed on a television I won in some weird college casino thing. This film has always evoked emotion in me, like most romantic films do, but tonight for some reason it's bringing out more than the usual. Maybe its because half an hour before I was trying to write some lame sad song, which is par for the course, that was failing miserably (also par for the course). But really I think because tonight I've allowed myself to be transposed into the film and let my (barely surviving) imagination sweep me away. And deep down I'm a complete and hopeless (if not somewhat of a failed) romantic and am waiting for a cinematic plot line, similar to the one Hugh Grant experiences, to storm in and take me by surprise (hopefully sooner than later).
I really love when those feelings sweep over me. Scratch that, I really crave for those feelings to sweep over me. But tonight I'll finish my wine, and pass out on the couch with the dvd menu continually repeating itself. And tomorrow I'll wake up early and drive an hour to play bass for the Lord, and sheepishly wait for something to happen (like Ben Gibbard sang.)
Sorry if this was poorly written, not to mention a bit boring, but its real and the truth and from the heart...... or some shit like that.
"I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her. "....... seriously you can't beat that line.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Sports. Sports. Sports. Is your whole life about sports?
NHL 2009.
As the youngest GM in NHL history. Some would say he's too young, some would say he's in over his head, few Minnesota fans had faith that'd he'd be able to lead their franchise to the icy promise land. After a disappointing .500 start he knew he had to shake things up, sending Mikko Koivu and Eric Belanger to Colorado for the aging center Joe Sakic. Many fans, fueled by various Twin Cities media outlets. Only a few days (and a few early skates) after the trade, the Wild took on the the Avalanche. At that meeting it became clear that the chemistry between Marian Gaborik and Sakic just wasn't there, as they went on to lose 3 goals to 1. This is when the Minnesota sports fans had one of the biggest surprises in the past few years sprung on them. As the fans awoke to the crisp fall air, sipped on their coffee and flipped through the morning paper, word came over the local sports radio station that Marion Gaborik and Joe Sakic had been traded the Pittsburgh Penguins for the young center Sidney Crosby. Its seems the M-M-Matthew had decided to revamp the Wild and start looking toward the future.
These next few blogs will devoted to the young GM's successes and failures and he tries to guide the Wild to the Stanley Cup playoffs.
Lets play some pond hockey!
NHL 2009.
As the youngest GM in NHL history. Some would say he's too young, some would say he's in over his head, few Minnesota fans had faith that'd he'd be able to lead their franchise to the icy promise land. After a disappointing .500 start he knew he had to shake things up, sending Mikko Koivu and Eric Belanger to Colorado for the aging center Joe Sakic. Many fans, fueled by various Twin Cities media outlets. Only a few days (and a few early skates) after the trade, the Wild took on the the Avalanche. At that meeting it became clear that the chemistry between Marian Gaborik and Sakic just wasn't there, as they went on to lose 3 goals to 1. This is when the Minnesota sports fans had one of the biggest surprises in the past few years sprung on them. As the fans awoke to the crisp fall air, sipped on their coffee and flipped through the morning paper, word came over the local sports radio station that Marion Gaborik and Joe Sakic had been traded the Pittsburgh Penguins for the young center Sidney Crosby. Its seems the M-M-Matthew had decided to revamp the Wild and start looking toward the future.
These next few blogs will devoted to the young GM's successes and failures and he tries to guide the Wild to the Stanley Cup playoffs.
Lets play some pond hockey!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
death cab
"Your New Twin Sized Bed"
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed.
With a single pillow underneath your single head.
I guess you decided that that old queen holds more space than you would need.
Now it's in the alley behind your apartment with a sign that says it's free.
And I hope you have more luck with this than me.
You used to think that someone would come along.
And lay beside you in a space that they belong.
But the other side of the mattress and box springs stayed like new.
What's the point of holding onto what never gets used?
Other than a sick desire for self-abuse.
And I try not to worry, but you've got me terrified.
It's like your some kind of hurry to say goodbye, say goodbye, say goodbye.
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed.
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size
-
fuck you death cab, that's all.
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed.
With a single pillow underneath your single head.
I guess you decided that that old queen holds more space than you would need.
Now it's in the alley behind your apartment with a sign that says it's free.
And I hope you have more luck with this than me.
You used to think that someone would come along.
And lay beside you in a space that they belong.
But the other side of the mattress and box springs stayed like new.
What's the point of holding onto what never gets used?
Other than a sick desire for self-abuse.
And I try not to worry, but you've got me terrified.
It's like your some kind of hurry to say goodbye, say goodbye, say goodbye.
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed.
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size
-
fuck you death cab, that's all.
Monday, August 11, 2008
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