"She Has No Time"

If you haven't heard of Keane, you should check this beauty out. If you have heard of Keane and never heard this song, you should check this beauty out. If you have heard of Keane and have checked this beauty out, I hope you are swelling with emotion as you read this.

Why Not Try to Possess Some Mystic? It Will Make You Feel Cool to Yourself, and You'll Be Healthier, More Positive, and Better at Decision-Making.

I realize that a lot of people like to express and even pour out their feelings in their online journals/blogs. I don't think I put to much of my inner feelings on my blog. To do so would mean that I'd be showing my humanity before an audience I'm not too sure I would really be comfortable doing that with. Nonetheless, I hope that my little blog here lacks no depth, which can be hard to conjure up if you don't express the inner recesses of your souled self. So, in order to prescribe my blog some depth, here's something Picasso said:

"Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life."

You can do with that quote whatever you want. Picasso is sort of a misfit in some circles, and some people just might want to disregard it. I remember being taught growing up that he was a creep, wierdo, and the devil's best friend (I'm kidding about the devil's best friend, but it sounds funny and legalistic.).

This is Buddy

Yeah, he's cute but he's not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. Nonetheless, no one ever expected dogs to be very smart anyway. Sometimes I get irritated with Buddy and my roommates think that I hate him, but that's not true. I love Buddy; it's just a tensioned love because he doesn't understand that I don't like him constantly jumping on and biting my legs. We let Buddy get away with too much. It's because he's cute.

Something that's taken for granted

Flossing. Let's face it, folks, only a small number of Americans actually floss on a daily basis. I'm not in that minority. The person reading this probably isn't in that minority. I wish I was in it. I wish you were in it. And here's why: Everytime I go to the dental-hygenist for the semi-annual cleaning, my gums are always left in an uncomfortable pain because she (because dental-hygenists are always of the female persuasion) put the floss to the inner recesses between my teeth.

I flossed my teeth tonight and my gums weren't very happy about that. With consistency, though, the little guys will become tough hard-a's soon enough. I just have to stick with it. Did I also mention that flossing daily is good in the prevention of cavities. It's a win-win situation.

Pale Like White

"It felt like rain
That fell again
Down on me

It felt like rain
That touched my face
And I can't believe it

Like rain
I can't believe it
No, I can't believe it

The things You said
seem to find their way into my head
And I regret my ways
You never left
Remind me once again so I won't forget
You're never far away

It felt like rain
That said again
That it's okay

Pale like white
I close my eyes
'Cause I can't believe it---the way You forgive me"

"Forgiveness" ~Luna Halo

"When you look at, there can be no hesitation. There cannot be a close second to you."

I'm beginning to get tired of this long hair. It's starting to get in my eyes. It's a well-known fact that eyes don't take well to foreign objects entering into them. Hair's not an exception. In fact, I don't even know how girls cope [ha ha... a shameless reference to Copeland, a rock band that I like heaps] with it, but they do. And this cues in a little bit of an insight. There's a reason why girls should be treated so well by guys. It's because they put up with so much crap for my gender's gratification, satisfaction, and all those other words that end in "tion".

On a different note about an above reference, I still like Copeland. Nathan, if you read this post, realize that even though "Testing the Strong Ones" has a very generic emo rythym to it, you can't dismiss the whole Beneath Medicine Tree album for that reason alone. Give it another chance. If that doesn't do it for you, give it two more chances. Finally, if that doesn't do it for you, know that you tried to like it. That'll be satisfactory.

Bradley Hathaway: a Poet

Step 1: go to http://www.myspace.com/bradleyhathaway
Step 2: listen to the "boobie poem"
Step 3 (this applies to the majority of people reading this post): laugh at how true and "in-yo-face" it is. I did. I was also inspired.

If you want to listen to the other recorded poems he has, they are good, too. He does have a sort of whiny voice, though ...just a disclaimer.

O_o

It's been a while since I last posted on my poor forsaken blog. (I love you blog...just want you to know this.) So here's the dirt:

1. The 18th of August, that's when I go back to Lubbock. That's when I go back to school. That's when I go back to having countless adventures in a far-off, dust-filled, windy land.
Getting ready to go back to Lubbock: C+ (It's not too bad preparing to move into a house, but it's not a walk in the park.)

2. For anyone interested, lifeguarding is way overrated. Having nothing to do but sit in the sun and live in fear of burning alive is not a good way to spend your time. Lifeguarding: D-

3. The only coffee shop Kerrville has is Starbucks, which means that's it's the new hangout place for kids and middle-aged folks going through mid-life crisis. I'm kidding about the mid-life-crisis people. On a different note, I did overhear a man and a woman who were in their thirties talking about love at this particular Starbucks. It reminded me of a scene from a movie almost. So, based soley on this one event, I've made a generalization. Kids and young adults in their twenties go to local, more romantic coffee shops to share in one another's love, but men in their thirties and forties take their dates to Starbucks because they've been in corporate america for so long that they no longer no any other coffee shop other than ye olde Starbucks.
Making total assumptions based on one event: A+ (This is a lot of fun to do because it really pisses people off and they think that you're actually serious about it most of the time.)
Starbucks in general: C
Starbucks in Kerrville: B (it's all we have...and it's on the river, which is nice.)

I have a high systolic blood pressure.

It's either that or the machine at Wal-Mart that checks it is messed up. My point? Blood pressure is a good thing to check up on from time to time. This is the first time I've actually checked it in probably 5 years, and back then I didn't even know what it meant.

I Like Death Cab for Cutie.

There's a song by Death Cab for Cutie called "Passenger's Seat." Here are the lyrics.

I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as
You are driving me home.

Then looking upwards,
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between
Shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger's seat as
You are driving me home.

"Do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.

When you feel embarrassed,
Then I'll be your pride.
When you need directions,
Then I'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time.

This song remineses the story of a young boy riding right next to his father in the car on their way home. The cool thing about the dialog is the accuracy of the ideas and mannerisms in it ("with my feet on the dash, the world doesn't matter.") They tell the story in a way that most people could relate to on their initial listening. Additionally, the words Ben Gibbard uses to portray these ideas are also so precise that they help in giving a strong portrayal to the story a young boy riding in the car with his father. I particularly enjoy the line, '"Do they collide?" I ask and you smile.' That's so cool.

"Sleep Now Moon"

Sleep now moon.
I'll watch over her while the sun is up,
And you'll have her eyes again soon.
It's a glorious day
And my lonely heart is tired again
And I am
Starved for her attention, oh

That's when Paula sparks, oh
That's when Paula sparks a little light in my eyes
(Ever since she went away)
That's when Paula sparks a little light in my eyes
(I miss her more everyday)
That's when Puala sparks, oh

Sleep now sweet princess.
I'll cheer for you silently
And carefully not to disturb, oh.
And I'll be ready on that evening
When you're starved for my attention
And you'll say
You'll say
"Wait now prince.
There's a brilliant sky above
and a jealous moon in love and they are
Starved for our attention, oh."

"When Paula Sparks" ~ Copeland

I Live in the Boonies...No Cell Phone Service Whatsoever.

I used to live in the city of Kerrville. I liked living in the city of Kerrville. My cell phone (which has a lubbock area code) got service, we had time warner cable*, and lastly, it didn't take 20 minutes to get to river right by starbucks (as opposed to the starbucks by the river**). We recently moved to a housing division outside of Kerrville. My point here is that I can't recieve or send calls to people where I live now; I've tried. Most of the people in my cell phone directory are my friends from college. I can't really call them, nor can they call me. So if any of you are reading this who have my cell phone number, don't bother calling me; it probably won't get through, that is, if you wanted to in the first place. On a side note, I tried calling my friend Andrew and couldn't get ahold of him. That's what it's like.

*I liked time warner cable because it had Food Network on it. The cable we have now, which is from Dallas of all places, doesn't have Food Network. What kind of garbage is this? Why don't they have Food Network? That channel kicks serious backside. Congradulations Extended Cable, you've thouroughly disappointed the child of one of your customers. Oh well, at least you have the Discovery Channel. I can't complain about that.

It's been a while.

Comments on my posts make me feel good. I like it when people comment on my posts. In fact, maybe one of you will comment on this post. I'm just trying to give a little nudge to those of you who read this blog. Besides, you don't even have to have a blogger account. You can do it anonymously and then leave your name with you message. Come on guys, I don't bite.

"The only losers are those who don't try."

My entire junior year of high consisted of fixations. I was fixed on radiohead, keira knightley*, being a free-spirit, and how to supress these obsessions for the sake of God. Does it sound ridiculous if I say that radiohead pulled me away from walking closely with God. Rather, I think it was the simple fact that I let myself become enamered with that cool band. But I rememer thinking during that period of time that I wanted to get close to God. I would try but all my attempts seemed fruitless. I would think of times that displayed me being close to God. Well, recently, I came across a journal that I had written in during one of those fond times and found that I was struggling with very similar stuff then as I was in my junior year of high school. It really still doesn't make sense to me, but I assume that when you literally cry out to God for help when you are struggling, you feel much more in line with his step than when you "cry" out. I think the struggles of my junior year were comfortable struggles; they didn't seem to cause any direct harm to me except for my conscious, which was saying, "Forrest, you have idols." The moral of all this?: Harmless idols are so much more destructive than painful oppressions of the mind, body, and spirit.

Call Us Up when You Need Some Flavor to Your Party.

One of the highlights of this year was dressing up like complete idiots. The picture above is of Ben, Andrew, and I, and we look like complete dorks. At least we had fun doing it---that's important.

I'm OCD about C.O.P.E.

"Cause your words hit like a train and I can't ignore it.
This moment could be our last.
You fall in love and I'm running after.
You move way too fast." ~ "Don't Slow Down"

If you're wondering why I'm posting so many lyrics from the the band Copeland lately, it's because they are such cool lyrics. I don't know that these lyrics would be as moving to me if I had never heard the music that goes with them, but I know that where I stand, these lyrics are awesome. If you've never heard Copeland, check them out on the itunes music store or amazon.com. They're so cool. Aaron Marsh's highly sung vocal melodies are awesome. The songs are so easy to get into.

"Priceless"

"I need you like the dragonfly's wings need the wind,
like the orphan needs home once again,
like heaven needs more to come in.
I need you here like you've always been."

Schlitterbahn ...in Lubbock? Say What?

So it's 4:30 in the middle of the night when the stupid fire alarm starts going off, wailing with a fake voice "please evacuate the building ...blah blah blah." Andrew (my roommate) and I were not happy campers. Although, I think he took it better than I did. Anyway, we returned to our room at 5:00. Both of us had 7:30 a.m. finals, so this meant that we could get about one more sleep cycle in before we took our exams. Still, my heart is very bitter toward those fire alarms. What was that? There was no fire? Can you note my sarcasm?

Needless to say, I woke up and went to take my final for psychology. As I walked the Art building with it's broken sprinker's, I felt as though I should have been at Schlitterbahn, maybe even Seaworld. Finals aren't as fun as water parks; this is a universal truth. Also, the weather is rainy and dreary outside anyway, which almost always tends to be the case whenever I go to a water park. It's days like this that remind me how much I like Schlitterbahn.

Aside from this, you few who read this blog, I like you guys. I hope you all have a good day and get an opportunity to go to a water park soon---hopefully a good one like Schlitterbahn.

Oh the humanity that I hate so much but couldn't live without
In dazes I find myself straying from the one I should love most
and hazy I find myself sculpting figures that just make me pout
Love, break these clay mannequins and make me love you the most

Hush your voices while the star talks.

I wish I had an orchestra playing behind be while I spoke aloud deep thoughts. In the movies it seems like the still, pensive atmosphere that a gentle orchestra supplies gives already deep dialogue an even greater level of depth. So it seems.

"Remember me when you're the one who's silver screened."

Am I not interesting to you anymore? Do I bore you? What happened? Can you feel the heartbeats anymore? Are they slowing down with every moment of distance? Would you even care to contribute to a conversation at a cup of tea? Has everything become unraveled? Only the Creator of time can tell.

"So long and thanks for all the fish."

This is a dophin.

According to some people, dolphins have magical powers. I don't know if I would agree with that, but they are cool. Dolphins are mammals. They have been known to save the occassional diver who is stranded in shark-infested waters, and I'm not kidding about this one. In short, dolphins are better than pigeons, which serve no purpose other than to piss mankind off by daring to crap on his statues and monuments.

"..."

Last night in the empty apartment room, I stared blankly at a plain white wall. As I stared at it, there was a gentle praise and worship song being played in the background by a skinny man with a skinny guitar. Staring at the wall with music playing, I felt so surreal and thought to myself, "God, it's in the quiet when I'm trying the least to find you that You reveal yourself to me." It's that kind of spiritual bliss that's hard to describe because it seems like it only comes rarely. A quiet moment when any potential utterance, whether verbal or mental, is not allowed to speak. It's not an emotional "thriller." No crying, no laughing, just a daze of silence wear I had nothing to say and even if I did, couldn't. It's surrender. It's me shutting up for once and allowing God to speak---to assure me that He is what this life is about. It's a stillness.

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Crap! It's been a over month since I last updated this thing.

Here's some things I have to say about Texas springs:
1) They are blissful when the first role around.
2) How hot they tend to become wears thin fast.

Here's some things I'm doing today:
1) going to 3 hours of class today
2) writing a paper for english
3) going to a picnic for my Bible Study via Cru
4) and if I am lucky and someone spontaneously comes up and asks me to go, I may check out the new freebirds. I'm crossing my fingers on this one.

This Beautiful Mess

I can't get over this album; it's so good. This Beautiful Mess is probably sixpence none the richer's best album, not to mention that it's one of the best album's under the Christian label (if you really want to hold sixpence to that limitation). It's so beautful because it is so real. In "Love, Salvation, and the Fear of Death," singer Leigh Nash cries "I can't speak in tongues and even if I could, it's nothing because I have not love." Everything is so introspective and self-examined. ("Will I ever know what's wrong with me? Will I ever see your hand again in mine?" ~ "Melting Alone.") I'll admit, there are times when I can simply relate with what this album has to say. There are moments of desperation but never a complete loss of hope. ("Messiah, I know you are near, within without me, holding me" ~ "Within A Room Somewhere") I enjoy every minute of this album, except maybe the song "Disconnect," which I do like, though. My favorite songs are "Love, Salvation, and the Fear of Death", "Within A Room Somewhere", "Bleeding", and "Circle of Error."

Hmm

Hmm, so I haven't posted in a while. Yeah, that's right. Since I have nothing to say, here's the chorus to a song I just bought off iTunes. It's a really cool song.

"Just nineteen, a sucker's dream
I guess I thought you had the flavor.
Just nineteen, a dream obscene
with sixmonths off for bad behavior." ~ "Special Needs" by Placebo

brrr, today is warm

I saw a guy with rollar blades today. I think I want to start rollar blading. Yes, it's just whimsical but I don't care. I just don't care! I wanna rollar skate.

In other news, the weather here in Lubbock has a mind of its own. The catch, it's mind is bipolar. It goes from chillingly cold to sunny warm and without a single sign. The only way to know is by checking with the weather channel (or the weather forecast widget on the dashboard of your computer. That is, if you have an Apple.)

wave

"Deep in the ocean,
there lies a wave for you" ~ Sunny Day Real Estate

!....::::....!

This is a picture of an anchovy pizza. My dad likes anchovy pizza, but personally, I've never been a fan, which would discredit any identical genetic link that both my father and I have with regards to our taste buds. But let there be no mistake, I love my pop, even though he likes some funky foods.

: ::

bllllllllllllllllllue skiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiys

Lubbock and the rest of the world has blue sky's, except in the evening and night, in which case, they are usually reddish and dark blue, respectively.

No Rain, No Gain

There was supposed to be rain...but nothing came.

pulleys pulleys pulleys

I like my new dorm room. It isn't as dusty as the last one. But I'm not that fond about it being on the 5th floor. With the elevators being as slow as they are, I have to come up with new ways to amuse myself while I wait for them. Maybe the next reality tv show will be bred in my imagination during one of these elevator-waiting periods. Maybe I'll make a new friend who's waiting for the extremely slow elevators as well. Maybe my iMac will unexpectedly explode while I'm waiting for the elevator to come down to the first floor. Maybe... I'll take the stairs.

Martha Stuwart on a Cafeteria Television

When I went to the dining hall yesterday morning for breakfast, I sat alone, as I usually do, but this time I watched Martha Stuwart on one of the TVs. It's amazing to me how blunt see is with her guests sometimes. Anyway, the breakfast was good, in case any of you were wondering.

Sufjan Stevens

Okay, so I've been listening to another album from ought 5 called "Come On Feel the Illinoise!" by Sufjan Stevens. I like it now that I've listened to it a bit. I think I might give it a place over "Guero" by Beck, but I'm not certain of this. All the same, it's a solid release by the Mr. Stevens, who like me, is a little bit of a dork. Considering the fact that the album bears 22 freaking tracks, I haven't completely listened to the whole thing, but so far "Chicago", "Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois", and "Jacksonville" are probably my favorite tracks.

The Bends

I can't stress the fact that any radiohead album you buy you'll be pleased with (with the exception of Pablo Honey-their debut record). And here is The Bends. Radiohead's sophmore release is nothing less than brilliance in the form of wonderfully passionate rock. Thom Yorke tends to focus a lot of the lyrics on human frailty in this album, so there's a whole lot of tenderness as well as a sense bitterness and angst. I love The Bends. Every song is awesome and passionate, although some are more so than others. I don't have any favorite songs off of this masterpiece but I do tend to like "Fake Plastic Trees" and "Black Star" a lot (I'm not copying you, Nathan; we just have the same opinion here).

"I'll feed you light"

Swoon, baby, starry nights
May our bodies remain
You move with me I'll feed you light, baby
May our bodies remain

"Public Pervert" ~ Interpol

>_>

the autumns have three albums: THE ANGEL POOL, IN THE RUSSET GOLD OF THIS VAIN HOUR, and THE AUTUMNS
I've been thinking about each one pretty hardly. My favorite, hands down, is their self-titled album. I've seen it noted that each one of the autumn's albums seems to tell a particular story or have a particular theme. In THE AUTUMNS the main theme is the ocean. Almost every song has referrece to the sea and the very music itself sometimes reminds me of the beach boys. But the reason this one is my favorite is because I think it has the best songwriting of the three. It's hard to say that songs like "Hush, Plain Girls," "Slumberdoll," and "Wish Stars." aren't beautiful and exciting.

jumping in puddles foot first

...(-)and there's forgiveness in the eyes of love
which knows no bounds and is hindered by no thing
and you have finally come
when I needed you most
and wanted you least
and knocked some since into my head(-)...

information

The short kid with the gangly legs says that he didn't like the swisher sweet he had toight. Forrest didn't like the taste because swishers are nasty cigars; they are the basest of the base. However, the sugar-coated end tasted nice.

In Other News:
1) I liked my sophmore year of high school the best. freshman and junior years had their moments while senior year just flat-out sucked.
2) I've been taking showers instead of baths, lately.
3) Saw the Brothers Grimm. thought it was okay but lacked some crucial character development. Plus, it was slightly too neurotic for my already neurotic mind to take.
4) I'm looking for to seeing the old lady who admits people into the dining hall. ...not really, but she is a nice old lady.
5) There's still nasty swisher sweet in my mouth and I wish it would go away, be gone, get lost.
6) We'll climb the Astro Crag tommorow just like we dreamed of doing when we were in elementary school.

...

I think out of all the albums radiohead has come out with, Kid A is probably my personal favorite.

I hope this makes you laugh

Welch's Sparkling Grape Juice - for when you want to get drunk but you can't.

cheese and crackers

I like cheese and crackers.

hardee har har

This is a garden gnome.


This is Ben and Andrew trying to be gnomes.

Missing Kid on a Carton of Milk

Nathan, what happened to you? Where have you been? We've all been wondering and worrying about you. We've come to think that you've dropped off the face of the earth. And I've called your cell phone but you never picked up, so I started leaving pointless messages. I hope you get a decent laugh out of them. I'm free the 7th to let you know, so we can hang out on that day; that is, if you read this post before then.

hiding

discouraged
going to withdraw
going to run away
as far as these legs will take me
I'll gush for as long as I need to
and then hopefully, you'll turn my head
in your direction

kill the selfishness and swollen obsession
that I've so casually allowed to deposit on my heart
and turn my head
in your direction

La Marimba

To the two or three people who read this blog, Happy New Year. Let me give you a valuable piece of new year's advice.

ANYBODY CAN PLAY THE GUITAR

don't tell yourself you can't do it just because "your fingers won't bend in that position" because mine didn't do that at first either. And don't worry about making the guitar the most played instrument by amateurs, because if observation shows me right, it already is. Guitars are fun and cool, but I've always felt that pianos were just plan beautiful. It's sort of a difficult task to hit this off with the guitar. It can be, and has been done, though.

The Drum Poem

At Paige's request, I have decided to post a poem I wrote this morning when I was bored and just started thinking about drums.

drums are beaten
drums are thumped
to lure us in
to give us a rhythm
that we can move to

Drum

The little art man sits down at his drum set and lays down some beats that kick serious backside.

...::::...

I'm painting pictures and sculpting figures,
just to forget her.
But she won't leave my focus alone
my frail heart is turned blue [gasping for air]

I'm etching glass and molding brass,
but all these things
they don't let me forget her.
God help me.
I'm being eaten alive
from the inside out
God save me
from the toxin that seeps in these wounds.

I wish you would fill me
and drain me of these accursed thoughts.
I wish I could come to you
and not be distracted.
But the testosterone seems to be my input panel
and the buttons are being pushed with every thought of her.
and I'm a mess
you don't love me any less
but please let me fold up
and close my eyes.

"PTCL" - The Placid Hurricane

doo doo dee dum

Let's see. albums of 2005 that I listened to.
"takk..." - Sigur Ros
"speak for yourself" - Imogen Heap
"guero" - Beck
"self-titled"- Lifehouse

I suppose I should place them in order of how much I liked them. but there wouldn't be much of a change, except Immi might take first and sigur ros second. I'm not certain if I would do this, though.
I know that death cab for cutie came out with "plans" and the bravery came out with their debut album and spoon came out with another album, but I didn't listen to any of these, which I probably should have.

The lifehouse album is okay, but I think that the most solid album they've released is their first one, "no name face." After that, things just started to get boring with them. Oh well, drowning in davy jones' locker is often what happens to many bands that start out with promise. My favorite tracks on this album are "blind," "into the sun," and "walking alone."

"Guero" is just plain fun and the music is pretty solid too, considering its style is more "vato rap" at times than the normal crazy sound beck is known for. My favorite line is on "Que Onda Guero" when Beck says, "Andale, Joto, your popsicle's melting." My favorite tracks are "que onda guero," "missing," "earthquake weather," and "broken drum."

Imogen Heap's voice was as beautiful as ever in "speak for yourself." I'd marry her but she'd probably only want me for my hot body. And I'm of the conviction that you shouldn't marry for the sole reason of sex. Sorry Immi, if you're reading this, it just wouldn't work out between us. You'd be my "suga-mama," and we can't have that. Favorite tracks are "goodnight and go," "have you got it in you?," "hide and seek," "the walk," "just for now," and "the moment I said." Every song on this work is great.

Then there's is "takk..." I really like this album, but I don't think it's nearly as good as their second album "agætis byrjun." Still, it's probably a little easier for the common person to get into than "( )." My favorite tracks are "glosoli, "sæglopur," "gong," "andvari," and "svo hljott."

Happy New Year's Day to you two or three slackers who actually read my blog.

i bought a chrome-plated slide today

What do I have to say?

woke up. went to the music shop and bought a slide for the fender. bought a guage 46 string for the gibson. went to hastings. bought a used (but in very good condition) copy of "The Fatherless and the Widow" by sixpence none the richer. went to "ye old river" by the sports center for about an hour. bowled with matthew, carissa, merissa, and chris for two hours. came home. contemplated.

: :::: :...

I see the wonder setting in
over where I am going
and where I've been
and by the way
when I kneel to pray
it never seems you're there
and I'll admit that I do not try
when it's easier to sit down and cry
I'm so full of doubt
want to let it out
let it out all over you

on my circle of error
I go round and round
on my circle of error
I go round and round again

I'm running things into the ground
all the truth I'm seeking has not been found
and I am weak
all the words I speak
bring no passion anymore
and I will try for happiness
in the midst of all this emptiness
all I want is you
if I only knew
how to get up off this floor

"Circle of Error" - sixpence none the richer

This Beautiful Mess

I just bought this cd at hastings today for only $6.48. It was used but the condition is practically new. While I listen to it at the moment, I find that I'm digging it pretty deep. The bass player kicks some serious backside and the music itself is just plain awesome. It's not as well edited as Divine Discontent, but that isn't always the measure of a good album. good stuff.

Hey You

"You're it,
and this is the s--- that I've been talking about."

cybersuffice

It's cute how we americans have so much and only seem to want more.

the glistening outside.

As I was walking outside my house this morning, every thing was so surreal. The sun was shining and the only sounds I could hear were the chirps of birds. It almost reminded me of a scene off of Napoleon Dynamite.

Perplexity

I firmly believe in the sovereignty of God. I know that He has my entire life mapped out for me and is control (not that I'm a fatalist; man is still responsible for his actions). The thing that kills me, though, is my whole view of my future. I hardly give it any thought. I don't know what I want to do with my life. I feel disoriented.

Merry Xmas

Well, considering that there are probably only two or three people who actually read my blog, I don't know whether they would be upset if I didn't post a christmas message to them. However, it is a pretty important day today, so merry Christmas to the people who read this blog. You are the few, the proud.

I don't know whether this verse has much relevance to the day, but it's comforting. So, I going to post is anyway.
"I am the good Shepard; I know my own and my own know me." (John 10:14)

Immi

Although I haven't made a "rocker of the week" in a couple of weeks, I'm back. This week's rocktress is Imogen Heap. She's a total babe simply because she has such a beautiful voice.

The Gelid Breeze and Its Impish Schemes

When you live in a house environment, you suffer from allergies. When you live in a dorm, you suffer from the easily spread cold. Honestly, I don't there is anyway of evading the nose-drip, sore throat, and poppy ears. Notwithstanding, eating really a really good casadilla helps put you in a good mood--truth be told.

How Can You Not Like This?

2 types

There are two types of people: Those who admit to having played Super Mario and those who are liars. Think about it.

Emo

I'm sitting here listening to Sunny Day Real Estate, which is really almost pushing me to start my own band styled after the mid to late 90s emo. The only problem is that most of the people I know here aren't really into emo; most don't even know what it is. So how can you have an emo band when most of your friends who play instruments don't even know what emo is? I could clone myself, but that would cost too much and there are certain moral implications involved. Getting slightly off the subject, the thing that amazes me the most is that most people don't know what emo is, even though "emo" is such a cool word.

I Need Sleepy.

Nose is runny. Hard to study. Two tests tomorrow. Too bad they aren't video games. Too bad the chance of the Autumns coming to Lubbock is slim-to-none. But there is good. Jesus loves me. I'll have fun tomorrow. It'll be an okay time.

Duration: 2 minutes, 11 seconds

1) My telecaster is in the possession of my next-door neighbours.
2) The best chips? I would have to say Doritos.
3) You don't have to have big muscles to be a rocker. Rockers and artsy guys can get away without having big muscles. Furthermore, girls dig rockers simply because of their popularity and abilitly to lay down raucous tones.
4) Joshua the Thatcher has joined the blogger community. Check out his blog.
5) I think Imogen Heap has a very beautiful voice.
6) Sore throat coming on. Kill it! Swat it with Chloraseptic!
7) I'm in the Cru Bible Study at Wall/Gates.
8) Of the three game consoles out on the market, I prefer the gamecube. Reason: it's nintendo

A Coversation Between Friends

Forrest: Does your brain make sounds?
Josh: What kind of sounds?
Forrest: Well, does it growl when it gets hungry for knowledge? You know, that kind of stuff.
Josh: Nope
Forrest: Why is that?

Josh never did answer Forrest; it's quite sad really.

Alpha Bravo Foxtrot

When my brain thinks too hard and expoldes, it says, "Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezy-Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezy."*

*Forrey's brain has never really exploded before, but that's what it would be like.

Paul Banks

This week's featured rocker is Paul Banks, the lead singer and guitarist for Interpol.

Sundry Goods

I have a can of ovaltine that I've not used at all yet; I haven't even peeled the alluminum seal off the top yet. So you may be wondering why I haven't used it during the whole 2 and a half months I've been here. This is why: no milk combined with the lack of effort to get some. I've been contemplating whether or not I should sneak my can of ovaltine into the dining hall and just use some from there. This is probably what I'll do, and I'm confident that no person who works in the dining hall reads this blog. It's such a good scheme.

In The Nose A Mighty Wind Blows Out

So very dusty. I'm starting to sneeze more than I normally do. Pray for me. Pray that the lent and dust would be vaporized somehow.

I won't argue with the results

You are "The Bends."
You are a rocking, free thinking party animal
floating on a fluffy acoustic cloud


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Delirious

I don't know how many people think about Delirious anymore, but I have almost totally forgotten about them. I'm listening to the Cutting Edge right at this moment, and I'm amazed how I could forget such good music. The Cutting Edge is one of the best examples of passionate and stellar modern praise albums I can think of that still stands the test of time. At times it seems a little hokey ("The Happy Song"), but at other times, it's just plain beautiful because of its contriteness. I don't think people know anything about Delirious' older music, so if this is your first time to hear about the Cutting Edge, I highly recommend it.

On Cigars and Capri Sun

I smoked my first cigar last night. My friend Adam and I went to Heroes and Legacies the other evening to check out the many different types of cigars. I told him that I wanted a "beginner's" stogie, so he recommend a vanilla Sweet Daddy to me. They each cost 3 dollars; I duly purchased one.

I must admit, the taste the cigar left on my lips was very nice, but the smoke that went into my mouth didn't taste that great. Plus, it still slightly lingers in there to this very morning.

What Have We Here?

I watched Serenity on yesterday's evening. I thought it had a good story and some interesting characters, but I still don't think that it should ever be compared to Star Wars. If you watch Serenity, you'll most likely notice that it is lacking in character and is also somewhat hokey in regards to the musical selections they chose. However, hokey isn't always bad. For example, Pirates of the Caribbean is hokey, but it's still a cool movie.

iPods and fight squads

No, the name "emptycdwallet" has nothing to do with iPods. My blog has been around since August 2003, well before the iPod rush. To be honest, I "emptycdwallet" to be the title of my blog because it is ambiguous. You have to ask yourself, "What does that mean?" and if you've done just that, then I have succeeded.

Forrestonian Update

For those of you who are actually concerned with what is going on in my life, here it is. I've been going to class, which consists of college algebra, U.S. history, biology of animals, music ap., and freshmen seminar. I've been getting involved with a student organization called Campus Crusade for Christ. Monday nights we have bible studies. Sometimes we eat sweets. Sometimes we don't.

You readers of my blog are near and dear to my heart.

Tacoes, yeah I like 'em. I also like Hoppipolla by Sigur Ros. I like hot tea; perhaps I'll make some tomorrow morning... only if it's cold enough. Why is hot tea always connected to homosexuality when men drink it. I think that's a total smack in the face to us straight guys who consume it.

Nerd Rocker! No No No No No

How would you feel if you were told that you resemble a nerd rocker - the lead singer from Weezer, for example. You may appreciate the remark, but I hate it. Nerd rockers are so nerdy, and if I have to be part of their group, I'd rather throw everything I know about the guitar down the drain. I don't want to be stereotyped. I want to be known as "Forrest, the guy who plays the guitar," not "Forrest, the nerd rocker." Please understand where I'm coming from.

Happy Leif Ericson Day.

May you be a good little viking today.

So far I've heard about four albums from 2005. Perhaps I've heard more, but I don't think so. The reason there is so few is because I'm very picky when it comes to music. Here are the four I've heard.

1) Speak for Yourself - Imogen Heap
2) Takk... - Sigur Ros
3) Lifehouse - Lifehouse
4) Guero - Beck

And I think I like 'em in that order, which is wierd because Sigur Ros is real good. Immi is very good, too, though. The reason Beck is falling after Lifehouse is because I haven't listen to Guero all of the way. I still need to.

While I could write a somewhat sizeable post, I've opted to take the route of playing video games---sonic the hedgehog, in particular. Incidently, I've been messing around with this hypothesis---throwing it around and hitting it with a bat, if you will---and have come to the conclusion that video games sharpen the concentration of one's mind. Try for yourself; see if I'm wrong. :p

I love oreos and so should you.

Something of Interest

If you go to my july 2005 archives, you'll notice that there is a post to a quiz I made a while back. I thought it would have gone defunct by now, but I guess it hasn't. The interesting thing is this: a fellow by the name of Taylor Tucker took my quiz probably not even a day ago and made a fifty. There are 2 things about this. 1) I don't even know Taylor that well and he got the highest grade on my quiz. 2) Is Taylor the kid I knew from Southern oaks youth group?
Taylor, if that's you, please let me know. I'm not mad that you took my quiz; I'm just curious how you found it and such. Also, kudos for beating the crap out of my "friends" in regards to my quiz.

To the Idiots Who Spam in Comment Boxes,

Don't even think about doing it on my blog, I will delete your stupid comment as soon I see what you've done. Just don't even think about spamming on my blog.

Okay, the funniest thing I've seen at college so far.

I was on my way to a watch a violin recital when a truck full of beer-guzzling freshmen yelled at me meet, "Don't go to class; drink beer!" If you think about this a little, it's actually quite funny. It's almost as if they were saying, "Don't vote ____, vote ____." Hopefully, though, I'll see something more exciting. I expected to see freshmen doing stupid things when I came here, and they haven't been delivering. Sure, they do stupid stuff, but it's not anything that stands outside the paine of sex and alcohol. I truly am disappointed.

The post before this one is a testament to the fact that I can't figure out how to make a working link to the iTunes store.

1) I like the food at the Hulen/Clement dining hall sometimes. At other times, it's not so hot.
2) Week four of classes is coming up and with that comes the first tests. I'm looking forward to that. Bah!
3) Sigur Ros came out with their new album Takk... and I still haven't purchased it yet.

http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playlistId=15405970

I love.

I'm sitting here at my desk reading my novel for history class. The window is slightly opened and there is a gentle combination of rain and breeze. It's very peaceful----tranquil, if you will. It's not dark outside, though.

Now the rain has stopped, but I can still hear the sound of cars in the background. It's still very peaceful.

You know what I'm fascinated with? It's the fact that I always find ants crawling in my keyboard. I even wonder if I would find an ant colony in my keyboard if I were to take it apart. I think the ants even sleep in my bed. Sometimes I'll find one or two creeping around on my bed. I'm not too worried, though; these ants are just the sugar kind, and if I really wanted to, I could eat them. Y'know, show them who's boss. For now, however, I just brush them off my desk, and if I can manage, pull them out of my keys with a piece of sturdy paper.

I refuse to give into the constant constrictions that try to squeez the life out of me.

This is in reference to my classes and the work involved with them, and the irony about my statement is that my will-power died some time ago. It's always been my heart-felt belief that I'm floating sustained in the love and care of my God----relaxed, limp, at peace, not deadened.

Ugh, ugh, ugh!!! I'm so tired yet I'm listening to the Beautiful Sunny Day Real Estate song "Tearing in My Heart." Bad habits die hard.

To anyone who reads my blog and does not own the self-titled album of the Autumns, go and buy it---simply rocks. I couldn't find the artwork on the internet, but the picture above is somewhat similar to what the real thing looks like. If you have iTunes, that's a great way to listen to some high quality clips of it. If you have the windows counterpart to iTunes, I pity you. You can't even find the Arcade Fire on that thing. I pretty much agree with Nathan about witch songs are the best, considering the fact that they're all so good. My favorite song is "Edmond & Edward/Wish Stars." This song is actually two songs, but they just work real well together. The track changes and if you weren't aware, you couldn't tell that it did. Cool, cool stuff.

I played putt putt yesterday as a welcoming event for freshman. Everything there was free, save refreshments. Do they think that they can buy us out with their cheap events and free rounds of putt putt? ...Well, they can......and they did. Putt putt is so rad it's not even funny, but it is fun. Good free fun---the best kind of fun.

This boy here likes chocolate.

Important News
1. Going on walks is fun, but being attacked by rabid junior highers while taking one is not.
2. This is the last full day I'll be at home before I leave for college. In honor of this, the boys plus Merissa will be having a going-away party for me at CiCi's.
3. I love Jesus immensely much.
4. After two years since the first time I saw her, Keira Knightley is still very attractive to my eyes.
5. Radiohead still rocks.
6. I laugh when I think of chubby people laughing.
7. I'll be staying in Gates hall---a hall heavily laden with the arts.
8. I'm going to miss 90% of the people I know in Kerrville and the surrounding area.
9. Nathan's not going to be able to give me Smash Brothers Melee and Star Fox adventures back on Sunday, but that's okay. I wasn't gonna take 'em to college anyway.
10. It's still my ideological extreme to make popularity a thing of the past.

Wanted Dead or Alive

$1,000

Stephen "The Mad Cat" Short

Yeah, I have a brother who can draw.

mmm. I had some fine breakfast tacos today. They were so good that I think I can die in peace now. I purchased two egg and chorizo ones. Normally, I don't really have a strong affinity for chorizo, but these breakfast tacos were different. The only problem was that my friend and I had to wait for twenty minutes to get our damn delicious breakfast tacos, but in the end, it was worth the wait. mmm

I like it when you're cool like that.

It's been raining in Kerrville a lot lately. When I say lately, I am referring to the month of July. For the record, the rainy month of summer for 2005 was July. This differs from the rainy month of the summer of 2002, which happened to be June. June, sweet June. Personally, I think that June is a much better month for the rain. It's not as hot as July is and also meshes better with the rain than July. You see, when it rains in July, the temperature drops 10 to 20 degrees. However, once the rain is gone the temperature rises back to painful highs, not to mention the air is rife with that stupid thing we know as humidity (not bad in small quantities, though).

Mowing the lawn is a chore I don't think I will ever get used to or enjoy. Whenever the time to do yard work rolls around, I usually shudder where I stand, work up the strength to face the pain, and then do the work assigned to me. In the midst of this three-step progression, I know that I will inevitably have an allergic breakdown before the yard work is all over.

Here's to hysterical allergic breakdowns. Lift your chalices!