I'M TIRED, SO TIRED

In circles

Tue, 15 Mar 2005 19:34:04 GMT

so, im working on various mixtapes and recovering from my weekend filled with ho-ho and a split i made featuring both, get this... Atmosphere and sunnyday real estate; polar opposites work so well together. And on another note i may have found The Seven Seas a real keyboardist that just might be able to come to practice.

Im on the ulgy organ

Sat, 12 Mar 2005 04:12:52 GMT

dear diary, (cause felicia said i had to start it this way)ok. i know.i suck, and i dont ever update (over a month) yeah, i think we settled on The Seven Seas as our band name, bitch about it in a comment. oh, almost forgot so, me and beth broke up. let me rephrase that, sheneeds space. I dont mean to sound bitter or spiteful, im just... well, a little bitter and a little spiteful. I'll try not to reflect that and i wont be an ass ( i promise) but right now i just need to hear how its ok by guys with bad voices and out-of-tune acoustic guitars.

cant stop so i spin the wheel

Wed, 09 Feb 2005 20:58:57 GMT

And yesterday makes 6 car accidents, my rib hurts.

The Show/Beth

Sun, 06 Feb 2005 04:35:21 GMT

1. Show Rocked, Trial and Error was amazing
2. I think my feelings can be perfectly summed up by an excerpt from the Arcade Fire's "Crown of Love":

You gotta be the one,
you gotta be the way,
your name is the only word,
the only word that I can say!

And I so don't need these dreams...

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 03:08:56 GMT

The Revised Edition of Beth's (and maybe yours if you comment) mixtape (slash Cd, 'cause im too poor to afford quality tapes) has now been birthed, oh yeah, i said birthed, its that good.

Side 1- HardxCore

Boxcar- Jawbreaker
As you were- Alkaline Trio
All These Ordinary Things- The Anneversary
Giving Up- Silverstein
Roulette Dares- The Mars Volta
Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)- The Arcade Fire
The City- The Dismemberment Plan
Striptease- Hawksley Workman
The Taste of Ink- The Used
Thank you for the Venom- My Chemical Romance
The Artist in the Ambulance- Thrice
Waiting- Finch

Side 2- SoftxCore

Haiti- The Arcade Fire
Bowl of Oranges- Bright Eyes
Sunset and Forgotten- Iron and Wine
September Girl- Jupiter Sunrise
Following Through- The Dismemberment Plan
Modern Chemisty- Motion City Soundtrack
Laundry- Say Hi to Your Mom
Turpentine Chaser- Dashboard
Lila- Bright Eyes
Clark Gable- The Postal Service
<>Crown Of Love- The Arcade Fire

The Mixtape God has spoken.

Lets Talk About Space Ships

Mon, 31 Jan 2005 17:04:17 GMT

No mall for Jake today, and that means no Beth until Friday, so that sucks. But i now have "All American Good Looking Guys" practice in an hour, which will be intersting. On another note im trying my hardest to like The Early November. Its hard, im sorry

listening to Cio-Cio San fall in love all over again

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 05:11:23 GMT

Because Beth is the coolest girl in the world, im working on her mixtape

Side 1- Hard(ish)xCore

Boxcar- Jawbreaker
As you were- Alkaline Trio
Modern Chemistry- Motion City Soundtrack
Laundry- Say Hi to your Mom
Brand New Colony- The Postal Service
Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)- The Arcade Fire
The City- The Dismemberment Plan
Striptease- Hawksley Workman
The Taste of Ink- The Used
Thank you for the Venom- My Chemical Romance
The Artist in the Ambulance- Thrice
Waiting- Finch

Side 2- SoftxCore

Haiti- The Arcade Fire
Bowl of Oranges- Bright Eyes
Sunset and Forgotten- Iron and Wine
Want- Jawbreaker
Following Through- The Dismemberment Plan
September Girl- Jupiter Sunrise
In Circles- Sunny Day Real Estate
Into the Dark- The Juliana Theory
Turpentine Chaser- Dashboard
Lila- Bright Eyes
Clark Gable- The Postal Service
Crown Of Love- The Arcade Fire

The Arcade Fire owns you all

Thu, 27 Jan 2005 00:35:44 GMT

And if the snow buries my,
my neighborhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.

Tue, 25 Jan 2005 20:38:49 GMT

The Arcade Fire ablum is now my second favorite, next to my beloved Emergency & I, which is saying a lot... like a lot a lot. Go buy it. Now. Why are you still reading? But, since you are i will now tell you about my day, i had my art exam, which was the same one as last year, i would bet money that i got less than 3 questions wrong GO! me. but then came the dreaded (so not) English exam, it was really really long and i didnt get any of my bagels at "lunch" which made me sad. But yeah now i get to go and make mixed thingys for people
FunFun

If the children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little god's causin rain storms turnin' every good thing to rust.

Who wants a mix tape?

Mon, 24 Jan 2005 00:46:33 GMT

seriously, im bored and have free time, just comment with any song you really want on it and/or a theme or mood. Oh and state your media, like tape or CD and all that jazz.

EDIT: COMMENT DAMN IT

jake likes the snow

Sat, 22 Jan 2005 22:30:34 GMT

and hot chocolate

in the middle of a gun Fiiiight...

Thu, 20 Jan 2005 23:58:34 GMT

working on chord progressions as we speak for practice tomorrow. F, C, D and A are good friends of mine now. but this firday QMATH SHOW! go, or you will be a rhombus (math jokes rock). So i have to stay after tomorrow to work on my head (sculpture) for art so I may be a little late. Oh yeah:

Finals Suxzor

Like a spider in the snow

Wed, 19 Jan 2005 02:13:17 GMT

Beth now has Dismemberment Plan's Emergency & I.
She is educated.
Are you?

This lime light is getting sour

Tue, 18 Jan 2005 00:53:43 GMT

So we practiced yesterday, which was good since we now have a drummer.

i can't do this anymore:
stay in, black out, hit the floor.
i've forgotten what i'm hiding from
but mama called and cried to me,
"baby, your anniversary was last tuesday."
that's right...okay, i guess it slipped my mind.
and that's fine with me, i guess,
though it came as a surprise.
i gotta celebrate my memory's retreat
it's finally forgetting things.
i pushed it away. i let histroy lie.
finally memory sleeps.
goodnight.

Im so emo it hurts

and we're kicking everybody out...

Fri, 14 Jan 2005 20:13:47 GMT

I can't take Maritime's "Sleep Around" off repeat

i drempt of a fever

Thu, 13 Jan 2005 19:35:36 GMT

Jake is not good
jake is bad?
no
jake is not well, jake is sick
jake may miss HxC weekend
or Woods
or both

jake is sad
;_;

Where did our love go?

Thu, 13 Jan 2005 04:22:07 GMT

I so just incorporated Soft Cell's Tainted Love into my seminar about the Scarlet Letter.

I feel godly.

Bustin' a move

Wed, 12 Jan 2005 20:47:27 GMT

I’m on fire and now I think I’m ready to bust a move
Check it out I’m rocking steady
Go!

Betty won’t stop listening to modern rock
How she hates to be alone
I try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake
Ice cream and a bottle of ten dollar wine she says hey
I rock the Haro sport
I rock the cow girl blues
I rock too fast for love I’m footloose in my Velcro shoes
What’s up with Will and Grace?
I don’t get drum and bass
The future freaks me out

I’m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move
Check it out I’m rocking steady
To the beat in my head
It goes oh, oh, oh, oh
I know that she’s the only one
I’d rather waste our time together
Yea, ‘cause we can get down

Betty can’t quit carving question marks in my wrist
How come we’re so alone
We waste away the days with nicotine and television samples
From an era we hate to admit we embrace
We fail to represent
We fail to be content
We fail at everything we ever even try to attempt
And so the story goes
As only Betty knows
It’s time to take control

I’m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move
Check it out I’m rocking steady
To the beat in my head
It goes oh, oh, oh, oh
I know that she’s the only one
I’d rather waste my time with her

(Betty, I need you
I miss you
I’m so alone without you
To call up on the weekends with my cellular phone)

Betty it’s so hard to relate
To the whole human race
I don’t know where to begin
I don’t know where to begin
If we can both find a way
To do the things that we say
We might not sit in our rooms
And drink our daydreams away
Betty, I’m a dreamer
No I’m not a vicious schemer
Oh betty won’t you.. ah fuck it

I’m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move
Check it out I’m rocking steady
To the beat in my head
It goes oh, oh, oh, oh
I know that she’s the only one
I’d rather waste our time together
Yeah, ‘cause we can get down.

sorry, i just needed to get that out

Now im lost

Wed, 12 Jan 2005 01:50:44 GMT

Sorry i havent updated in 3 days, yeah i suck, but not that much has happened. I did however write 2 songs, one my mexican ska one, which i would explain the chords to but i really dont want to because it will take almost a page. but here are the words i just came up with, im sorry if they are bad. this first one is for "patchwork radio" my solo thing (yeah i know its a joke, but damnit it im writing a song)

She dragged me across the wastelands
to my certain awaiting death
with the buzzards circling overhead
But i followed, yes i did

With the sun high overhead
we still continued on
No water, no water
for the weary

(Musical Bridge followed by rad solo)

and thats all ive got so far.

This is the other song i wrote i have the bassline and chords but thats it, and its for Great On Toast

Why do you say
what you dont mean
are you happy
with this monster
that you made?

Watch Watch Watch
your mouth
what you say
these walls have ears
so dont tell of your fears

but thats all i have, 2 verses, suggestions for both songs would be nice

I woke up with a piece of past caught in my throat

Sun, 09 Jan 2005 04:31:42 GMT

So, tonight was pretty rad, even though jack flash was the best band we saw and thats bad. But i hung out with Ryan, Alex, Beth and Nina which made things rad, but i didnt get to talk to kelly that much. And apparently Great On Toast (not a sandwich) now has a show set up for Beth's Birthday party, so we now need to suck less and work on rocking more. I think we are playing with Rivera and who ever else we can find by then. This show will not only be Great On Toast's first but also the first show that our label "The Firing Squad" has a band playing. But anyways, my head hurts from crappy music and i think im going to go to sleep.

'Night Kids

Thu, 06 Jan 2005 02:54:28 GMT

i fucking hate (lasdjffhikkuwehflkjsdnfosdijnfslkajfl;adfha;sdlfj) writers block

It's not too late to save the remnants of our hearts...

Wed, 05 Jan 2005 02:25:12 GMT

So, ive been working on this short story and thats why i haven't updated (so not), but yeah, here it is:

Wet Pavement

The lights cut through the fading darkness like a beacon of cleansing hope, this light reflected off the twin testimonies to the victimized and dead which coaxed a small crowd of surrounding motorists and homeowners, who gazed in silence into the two open doors of the ambulance, some disheveled and confused, others awake and all too aware of the tragedies of the previous night.

These doors don’t judge nor do they hold grudges, however, they are foreboding and intimidating, they are the harbingers of health and deliverance that everyone fears. The red and white cross etched into the doors gave hope to the downtrodden and faith to the faithless. These doors issued new beginnings and rolled the proverbial credits for the unfortunate some. These doors are witnesses and caretakers to hundreds of life’s victims. They are the saviors and angels that deliver the casualties of chance to hopefully a safe haven. The crippled and confused soul lies on the bed and lifelessly bores holes into the sky as he is loaded into the life-giving interior. The ambulance speeds away on the sole mission to outrun death. However not all of these excursions are as flawless as one may hope, more times then it should, death races ahead and the mere tires of the ambulance are not enough for life to prevail. There are other forces at work other than that of the ambulance, the knife, window, gun or car as in this instance.

Today’s vehicle of choice was crippled by both an oncoming telephone pole and an opposing car. Both cars were totaled but one was totally demolished; the car that was completely crippled no longer existed behind the front seats. The remains were scatted and dispersed about this bleak landscape; the rear axel was still attached to the telephone pole that the ‘92 Honda Accord plowed into. The hood of the car was unattached and thrown eight or ten feet away from the wreck. The blue-grey paint on the remaining half was now flecked with both a sickly deep red and the base primer where the car’s paint was grinded off from sliding. Broken glass and detached doors were flung from the site; the two on the left side were still at the telephone pole almost 30 feet away. The windshield was broken, preventing one from looking into the interior and seeing the driver. The cars engine was still running, since the car was never hit from head on, but was hit on each side by either obstacle, posing a massive threat to the livelihood of the surrounding paramedics and populous. The car’s radio was amazingly still intact and squealing guitars and screeching vocals poured out of the disabled car. Two paramedics pulled the nameless victim out of his crumbled wreck of a car; he looked to be about 18, tall with curly blond hair with a possible broken leg and several lacerations to his left side when the doors were ripped from the frame of the car, he wasn’t bleeding badly but he wasn’t conscious. The paramedics artfully loaded his body onto the stretcher, shut the door and he was gone.

questions, comments? Right, but on another note the entire Baca family thinks that my hipster-esque tude should grace the halls of Key School,it would be pretty rad but my parents arn't about to shell out any
amount of money for me to go to a prep school.

Friday i think that our Synth-rawk band (working title) may even practice for the first time, well maybe.

i just figured out how to use this

Mon, 27 Dec 2004 05:31:43 GMT

woo, go me... well alex. I totally was just told how to do this. i swear the other posts will be longer. seriously

Wed, 22 Dec 2004 04:55:06 GMT

THIS IS JAKE WINSTANLEY'S MOTHERFUCKING LIVEJOURNAL AND I'M JUST MAKING IT PRETTY.
MMKAY BYE.
LOVE ALEX war_machines