its not friday

The feeling of it all

The pain, the discomfort

Is all nothing to me

It’s in the knowing

The loss of something

I had hopes

Expectations over the horizon

I dreamed and I dreamed

And went so far as to call it fantasy

But Now,

                I will never know

                What could have been

                What should have been

What,

                Doubt has consumed

                Will never be

Achieved 

Both my legs are screwed up and I might not be able to run again or at least for a long while as it looks. Cool story.

Breaststroke. Should be illegal.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haile_Gebrselassie

Yeah, He is regarded as the best ever, with over 25 world records, the top 2 times in the marathon EVER, and a few golds in the olympics. Take that Phelps. 

Dirty Balls, Dirty Balls. 

LOL baracka flacka flames. 

Animal Collective: Strawberry Jam

There’s something absolutely degenerative, horrific, strange, and beautiful about this album. Nothing really exists as a comparison to its awfully creative noises and disturbing lyrics. I mean, listening to this album the first time around, is more or less like the sticking your hand in a jar filled with barbed wire that is also coated in the strongest hallucinogen man that has ever found… only to realize that after your 5th or 1304th listen, how ever many it takes you, that it is pure, unadulterated genius. The boys from animal collective, already barely considered music by most non-weirdos or hipsters, take a fundamentally pop-sounding, electronic, synthesized (whatever the terms are) sound, and add in their own twist of creativity that brings it to the edge of acceptability. The songs, after you get over the fact that Peacebone’s music video is fucking freaky, are catchy, addictive, and deep. Every listen is a new experience as you discover something new that you didn’t quite hear before. Some favorites off the top of my head, Fireworks, For Reverend Green, Peacebone, and Winter Wonderland. Notably, unlike most albums that you eventually grow tired of, bored of, sick of, this album is like a fine wine, it gets better with age and time only as your appreciation for strangeness sky rockets and your friends slowly become less important in your life and human interaction seems like a second thought to listening to this album and probably contemplating how you lost it all somewhere between Cuckoo Cuckoo and and Derek, but not between Fireworks and For Reverend Green because you know you’d rather cut your sorry self than miss a second of that goodness. So yeah, do the band a HUGE FAVOR, buy this, cause I know I certainly did not pay a single bone for it. 

Surprisingly, well maybe not because I was already a Tswift fan, this album rocks my proverbially socks off. Speak Now, her newest release, is by far a mainstream hit that deserves all the attention it is most likely getting from girls (and some boys) around the country. 

It is catchy, well written, and above all, super accessible. Within one listen, songs like Better Than Revenge are instant classics that you’ll feel free to enjoy hundreds of times. It is a sure fire radio epidemic, at which point feel free to be sick of it because no song can with stand the monotony incurred by such a repetitive industry. Or, ya know, just don’t listen to the radio like me. 

Shortly, get your hands on this album, despite what you may think of her or preconceive of her.