Conversion...

So once again my fickle mind has turned to something new. This time it's Blogspot. I figured since I have a Xanga, but not everyone was allowed to leave comments because they didn't Xanga or whatever...I would switch to something a little more universal. Don't really have time to do a traditional first post, so I am just going to Copy and Paste from my last Xanga entry. Enjoi ^^;

"He's smooth. Smoother than me. Smoother than I could ever be. I want to meet him. I listen to every note he plays, every accent, every phrase...damn he is smooth. I wish I were him."

Charlie Parker is probably the definition of "the man." His calm demeanor, his casual friendly smile, and his ability to not only play the saxophone, but to make it sing. I wish I had that kind of steeze, because I'm sure Charlie Parker doesn't have a problem with parties, or mixed company, or the ever complexing enigma of opposite sex. Do you Charlie? I didn't think so. Charlie Parker is "the man." I wonder what he was like when he was a kid though? He couldn't have always been that smooth.

"That guy is drunk off his ass and he smells like death. Everyone thinks he is cool though. He's running the show here and we are all here crashing his party in an attempt to be "Drunk off our asses" too (but not me...I don't get down like that), but you can't help but wonder. That guy doesn't seem to be bored, nor does he seem to have a problem with females or being the life of the party. Sometimes you have to wonder...Wow! I just got beat by a drunk person in fooseball."

Music on. World off. That used to be my motto. I used to live by it and when times got hard or got rough...I would put on my favorite record and just go to sleep listening to the positive angst of Comeback Kid or the love sick vocals of European rock superstars Coldplay, but nowadays the music doesn't play so loud anymore.

"Why am I getting all emotional on my blog tonight? I just went out and hung with friends and just did what us kids do best. Trying to find the next party to throw our innocence away at. Having fun and forgetting about life all for the price of $5...or free if you have the "right" stuff...I don't know. The deep feelings hit me around the same time sleep and Charlie Parker hit. I don't think jazz is the best music for me to listen to after certain nights...it gets me thinking too much...sometimes you don't want to think."

Well tomorrow is a new day. Every thought ever is rushing through my head. This really has to stop. I want things to change, I want them to stay the same, I want it, I don't want it, I need it, I say fuck it. Fuck this...I don't need any type of validation, On the other hand I need to feel some type of validation. I feel myself melting under the choices and questions...I want it all, I want nothing0.

"I wish it was the first week of college...every week in college."

Music ON. World OFF.

I have irrefragable proof that college is more of the same shit you were doing in High School (only alot more complicated.)

xG2egx out,