“Well I lost track when those words were said,
you took the wheel and you steered us into my bed,
and soon we woke and I walked you home
and it was pretty clear that is was hardly love.”—Photobooth by Death Cab for Cutie
I don’t know if a lot of other people do this, but I always try to compare every song lyric, movie line, or subliminal message to something going on in my life. I try to find an answer that will help me figure out the past and the future.
I need to start realizing that, most of the time, the lyrics are just lyrics, the lines are just lines, and the messages are simply undertones of a plot that’s sole purpose is to entertain.
Wow. I’ve been trying to find a way to say that for so long, but it never came out right. Anyway, I do, and have done the EXACT same thing forever. Good to know I’m not alone.
Who are you? Why do you have such great music taste? Thank’s for reblogging my picture. I appreciated that :]
Hi! I’m Ashley, obviously. Haha. And, thank you for the music taste comment, I appreciate that. I randomly found that post from searching “summersong”, in an attempt to find the song to reblog but I found that beautiful picture instead.
This must be the most inefficient way to communicate ever. Anyway, I feel like I want a mix cd or something from you! At least in the form a list of bands & songs to listen to. I just listened to that Good Luck song and couldn’t fucking stop wanting to dance. You could maybe check out my band too? myspace.com/starpartytheband
How weird would it be if I friended you on Facebook? I hate talking like this.
Okay, okay. I was being hypocritical. The goal of that post was to communicate something to somebody that I otherwise probably wouldn’t be able to. I brought everyone into it to seem less biased, and I’m sorry for that. So selfish. Secretly, I absolutely adore your vague words. They make me smile. I just hope they’re about me…
I want to meet the kids who don’t drink but I couldn’t tell other wise. Its a horrible fact that I tend to think that scene is cool even though I think that stuff is stupid. But I hate the scene kids. I need some hipster friends. I have none. I know many. But have none. I feel like the best way would be to go to some show that I have never heard of and scout around with someone dressed like me. Maybe Emily or Nina.
We’re getting ready for House Show Take 2 at my place. Raine started by putting up some siickkkkk lights.
Ashley was present too. All was going well until bad chemistry caused a nasty brawl. After spinning the theoretical conflict management wheel, Raine decided to “ignore it,” and Ashley decided to “go to another game.” In other words, Raine finihsed the lights (they look sick!) and Ashley watched like 12 minutes of Paper Heart with me before I made her go home and wonder WHAT THE HELL was going to happen next. :]
In the end, Raine was punished for his sassy act of rage by a Wild Thing! who ate him up. He was okay with that though, because wild things are just BAD. ASS. The lights look superb. Come to the show!
Thinking about it, I’ve been very jealous of you for quite sometime. The way the boys just drool over you, the way they look over me and just think of me as just a friend. I sometimes beat myself up over it and my self-esteem goes down the drain.
But, after last night, I realized boys respect me and take me seriously. They don’t just look at me, want to fuck me, and move on.
Self-respect is a very valuable thing. I have it, but I don’t know if you do.
Thanks for the birthday blurbs all over the internet and such.
I have to change the name of my blog now because I got a real camera with a GLASS lens. Say hello to more updates!
It’s incredibly catch-22ish that you can’t take a picture of a camera with that camera. It’s like how you can’t ever actually see your face. Gahh. Anyway it’s pretty. I think it’s the same as Maddie’s. Nikon bitch! I haven’t decided on a name yet, but depending on its gender, the candidates are Nick and Nikki.