Relatives

They are practically brothers.

When I look at sea cows, I can't help but picture a VW bus.
True story.


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Habitual

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+ / - [Paramore - Brand New Eyes]

Last night, I finally got my hands on some much needed, new music.
In particular:

• Brand New - Daisy
• Evergreen Terrace - Almost Home
• Every Time I Die - New Junk Aesthetic
• Jay-Z - The Blueprint III
• Jessica Lea Mayfield - With Blasphemy, So Heartfelt
• Kid Cudi - Man On The Moon
• Mae - (M)orning
• Paramore - Brand New Eyes
• Sea Wolf - White Water, White Bloom
• She & Him - Volume One
• The Fall Of Troy - In The Unlikely Event
• Thrice - Beggars

I've been fortunate enough to get some time today to relish with my new treasures.
With that being said...

I got some words...
(-enter new segment-)
+ / -
("Positive / Negative", essentially a review. Lol)


Paramore - Brand New Eyes

I'll try not beat around the bush with this particular album review.
Flat out, this album just surprised me, positively speaking. Mainly because, there tends to be a reoccurring trend to most bands who have already established themselves and "caught their break". And it's that big budget and high production tends to overshadow the "beauty of music" (voice, style, and lyrical content). Don't act surprised. Lol.

Thus, Brand New Eyes has surprised me.

More background behind what I mean: Currently I find myself frequenting a larger body of music with intellectual merit. My tastes are maturing, like a fine red wine. And while I absolutely love the beauty of independent music, I find myself never denying those bands with more youthful exuberance. (Bands like Panic! At The Disco or New Found Glory or The Title; the ones that appeal to the younger audience.) I grew up on that sound, thus it holds a very permanent hold on my taste. Besides the point.

Paramore! There's just something so magnetic about the sound that they project. And while it may not appeal to everyone, you just can't help but get reeled into the hooks and choruses. It succeeds at that much.

Brand New Eyes truly separates itself from the past 2 Paramore endeavors, and from any other album (or frankly any other band) within its genre. This album has all that cute charm that All We Know Is Falling had, with an equal pinch of that brash lyrical edge that Riot! seemed to embody. No disrespect to the "pop" music, but Brand New Eyes just never got lazy nor gimmicky, by succumbing to the tasteless pressures of post-production. Instead, Paramore did me justice. And though, (it may seem as if) their sound was meant to only appeal to a limited demographic (13 to 18yr old, suburban girls. Lol).

This notion is incorrect.
Believe me, it's time to let your guard down.

Critically, this album is just as good as the 2 albums prior to it, which I love. It's really a win-win situation for me, personally. Haha. But my main criticism is that the first half of the album is just too perfect. Lol.

Well what's wrong with that? (Might you ask.)

Well it just soooo good, that you kind of forget everything else. A lot of their "new" sound, comes in the first 5 tracks, and these tracks tend to be the standout ones. As for the second half of the album, it comes a bit too slow for what I want from Paramore, particularly "The Only Exception", "Misguided Ghosts"(although I do adore the sweetness of Hayley Williams voice, in this particularly raw track), and "All I Wanted". But maybe, you're into that kinda shit. I don't judge. Lol

For me, I like my Paramore, like I like my partying...
...heavy and lively.

Album Summary
Overall: 8.5
Production: 9.5
Lyrical Content: 9
Instrumentals: 9
Safe or Experimental: Quite Safe.
Irresistability/Replay Value: 8.5

Standout Track(s):
Brick By Boring Brick, Careful, Ignorance



...Next: + / - [The Fall Of Troy - In The Unlikely Event]


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Today,

I started my morning with P90x (Core Synergystics).
Fuck. Welcome back pain (and sweat haha).

But then just a second ago.
I realized the last time I was doing P90...

• I was 19. One day before my birthday.
• I had money entitled to my name (at least some money).
• I wasn't in school.
• I didn't know what a cast felt like.
• I had a computer for my own private use.
• I hadn't really spoken any words to Wendy Rucci.
• Oh, and I was probably 135 pounds. Lol.

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5:05pm September 25th.

• I'm 20.
• I have a negative amount of money.
• I'm in school. (Biology owns the majority of my week.)
• I had a cast. (Let's not go there. Never again. Haha.)
• My dad's computer is used more than ever. Lol.
• I'm roughly 145+ pounds. Iono. I don't really want to check.

And as of right now... I don't speak the name Wendy Rucci.
(With obvious exception to the blog.)


Listening to:
Rogue Wave
She & Him
Jessica Lea Mayfield
Matt Pond PA
The Thrills

(Thank you, Pandora)


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self

A lot of shit has piled up on me; both tragic, and unforgivable.

I haven't really been proactive, either.
To be honest, it's been quite the opposite.
All I've been doing is blaming, sulking, and falling back on the comforts of my worst habits.

At the top of the week, I found myself in a dark spot.
Gloomy. Torn. I needed something to punch.

I don't want to revisit my thoughts.
But in brief, I opened up every part of me to Wendy.

Fuck _____.
I'm finished being "proper" to every girl I'm infatuated with.
I've been doing shit wrong this whole time, I guess.
(Thank you for showing me that.)

(Oh, and your "solution" to vulnrability and failed relationships, and the defense mechanism that you allow to control your life's experiences... is fucking rediculous.)

(Srry, I still have a little resentment at the bottom of my stomach. Lol. Give it a couple more weeks.)

But beyond this thought, I had a damn interesting weekend in Tampa.
I can't easily state whether I had a good or bad time.

It was just interesting. Lol.

But was it necessary?
-Well last week, I was 98% sure that it was going to be a necessary "vacation". But as I type this right now... I think I could have been better off, not involving myself. There's a couple contributing variables. But I just find myself, succumbing to one.

I missed the face of a dismissive girl, and I just got caught up in the dramatizations of my imagination.

We all have weaknesses.

(Turning the page.)

For the next couple months, I'm involving myself in an experiment.
I need to hide.
I have to experience more of my life, independently.

And while I only believe in one thing; Love.
I can't keep reliving the torment of failed situations.
My tolerance in trust is at a terrible low.
And my dependence in the consistencies of something realistically inconsistent (i.e. relationships), needs to fucking stop.

I'm also steering myself away from the toxins of my lifestyle.
I love the nightlife.
I love the escapism.
I love the control.
But something needs to fucking change.
And in any successful experiment, no variable can ever be ruled out.

I just want to be (consistently) happy.
And if no one can give me this ideal of happiness...


I'll do it myself.
Fuck everything else...



Chapter 11: self-exploration.
(And i just realized I can sum up 20 years on a post-it. Ha)


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New York, I Love You

10-16-09


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Prioritize

1. If there has been some obstacle or "bump in the road," in your academic or personal life, please explain your circumstances.

-I just had a cast.

2. How has your family history, culture or environment influence who you are?

-My brother did really well in school. And has made me look really stupid.

3. Why did you choose to apply to UCF?

- dart + spinning globe

4. What qualities or unique characteristics do you possess that would allow you to contribute to the UCF community?

-I can make a mean ham/egg/cheese sandwich.

(Send)

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What needs to go here?

Pictures.

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I haven't...

...had a significant amount of time to stream my thoughts and just type whatever, in a lonnnggg time.

I've been so busy. And I'm not really of fan of using my dad's computer for my blog.

Thus. I haven't really been blogging.

(Start stream of consciousness)

Maybe something profound might come out of my mouth.

Or not.

Part I:

I took the whole weekend off. Lol

I had plans.

And now I'm just resorting to passing the time, by blogging. Lol

Not necessarily, what I had initially had in mind. Relaxing is not so bad I guess.

I wish I was spending a little more time with Wendy before she disappears from me for a number of weeks.

But, that's life.

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Part II:

Fuck money.

Source of evil.

Considering, hiding in the forest for the rest of my life.

But first I need a hunting dog.

I wished I had some extra cash for one.

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Part III:

Go about life with no expectations.

You'll just disappoint yourself.

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Part IV:

I'm enjoying this now.

My mood is changing, left and right.

Relaxing on a couch.

Windows allowing sunlight through this space.

Laptop in my lap.

No obligations. (Don't need to go home lol)

Trying Positivity.

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Part V:

Go Gators.

Listening to:

Shitty hip-hop music

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Success!

I have my arm back.

And I feel like my blog has just been about my cast, at least these past 10 posts.
Sorry about that. Haha.

It's time to have a little fun now.

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Oh! and my first week of school...

Not so scary.
(I'll eat my words in 3 months)


More to come...


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