My Hero...Big Bird...nuff said.

Silly trips that don't affect the hips...

Say my name Bastian

You're nothing with out a name...

Well a few days ago I was asked a zillions questions about why/how black
people come up with crazy names. I had nothing to say, I don't even
know where may name comes from and this old woman is fussing at me about
it like it's my choice to have a name like Torshanda...ugh she was old
so I didn't yell back, but I wanted to say there are crazy name given by
white people to...ugh oh well.

Shuffle Play...Write?!

So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc).
2. Put it on shuffle.
3. Press play.
4. For every question, type the song that's playing.
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.

Opening Credits:
Yellowcard ~ Martin Sheen or JFK

Waking Up:
The Postal Service ~ Such Great Heights

First Day At School:
The White Stripes ~ Seven Nation Army

Falling In Love:
The White Stripes ~ Blue Orchid
Fight Song:
Mateo Messina ~ Up the Spout

Breaking Up:
The Postal Service ~ Brand New Colony

Prom:
Weezer ~ The World Has Turned and Left Me Here

Life's Okay:
The Procession ~ Major & Minor

Mental Breakdown:
Stroke 9 ~ Next Time

Driving:
Weezer ~ The Greatest Man That Ever Lived

Flashback:
The Slip ~ Even Rats

Getting Back Together:
Kimya Dawson ~ My Rollercoaster

Wedding:
Kimya Dawson ~ So Nice So Smart

Birth Of Child:
The Moldy Peaches ~ Anyone Else But You

Final Battle:
Weezer ~ Heart Song

Death Scene:
Stroke 9 ~ Little Black Backpack

Funeral Song:
Yellowcard ~ Holly Wood Dead

End Credits:
The White Stripes ~Fell In Love With A Girl

Photos

This is what I do in my free time...sad I know. I have a lot on my mind
and it's annoying, since it's the shit you want to vent about that no
one would really listen to. I just know I need time away from basically
everyone that's in winchester...and I'll leave it like that.

I want to blog about something meaningful, but there isn't anything
worth wild to talk about going on in my life right now. I work and go
home, then stress over things and people I shouldn't even give a second
thought about, but I'm a worry wart. I just need to remember that
people aren't who they say they are no matter how well you think you
know them. People are people and worry about their current being and
that's all not about their possible effect on other peoples lifes. I
don't know where I'm going with this so I'll just leave it be. I need a
vacation away maybe alone and just to give me time to clear my head and
heart from all the things that have been eating away at me, since I
don't speak up loud enough for my problems and fears to be resolved.

A few pics from 4th street Live....