So I have stumbled upon 2 unsigned bands in the past few weeks. I think that they are the best unsigned bands I have heard in a while. I am pretty positive that these 2 bands are going to make it big. So if you want to say that you heard these bands before anyone else, take some notes.
Band 1: You, Me, and Everyone We Know
You will like this band if you like bands such as; Say Anything, Cute is What We Aim For, and The Academy Is...
Band 2: The A-B Theory
This band is more on the mellow indie/electronica side so you will like them if you like The Postal Service.
If you like good music, you will like one or both of these bands.
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Friday, February 22, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Some light reading
As I am starting this blog, the people who live above me decided to start with their "Sexual Intercourse". It's kind of annoying, but funny at the same time. I heard the bed squeaking for all of 30 seconds and then finish with a loud "UH!". I feel bad for both the guy and the girl. The girl because it is only lasting 30 seconds, and the guy because when that relationship is over, that girl is going to be mentioning the words "pre-mature ejaculator" quite a bit.
But anyways...
Sometimes it is just hard to read people. You try and you try and you try, but for some reason you can't seem to get in their head. It's frustrating. I feel like I may be wasting my time writing my blog, but I'll continue.
You see, I like most other hopeless romantics(referred to as HR) have a defense mechanism. We all stop trying when our hopes get too high. I like to call this "High Hopes" disorder. This tends to start when the HR gets hurt emotionally for the first time, usually in middle school. They tend to realize that when they try their hardest, they fall the hardest. It is a simple math formula really.
Figure 1
The x axis is the measure of "effort".
The y axis is the measure of "hopes"
As you can plainly see, the more effort one puts in, the "higher hopes" they get. Eventually, if ones hopes get too high, it leads to a very steep fall, in where everyone involved (usually only me) gets hurt.
Now if you look at figure 2, you can see where the defense mechanism kicks in.
Figure 2
As you can see in this chart, effort is stopped about half way and it slowly declines. That way, the HR is not harmed in his efforts, but he never tries hard enough to really "get the girl".
It seems like an easy choice to make for the HR. He either tries too hard and hurts himself, or doesn't try very much and hurt no one. Obviously, he chooses the 2nd and calls it a day. But that same man will grow old and alone.
Now why do I bring this up?
You do the math.
But anyways...
Sometimes it is just hard to read people. You try and you try and you try, but for some reason you can't seem to get in their head. It's frustrating. I feel like I may be wasting my time writing my blog, but I'll continue.
You see, I like most other hopeless romantics(referred to as HR) have a defense mechanism. We all stop trying when our hopes get too high. I like to call this "High Hopes" disorder. This tends to start when the HR gets hurt emotionally for the first time, usually in middle school. They tend to realize that when they try their hardest, they fall the hardest. It is a simple math formula really.
Figure 1
The x axis is the measure of "effort".
The y axis is the measure of "hopes"
As you can plainly see, the more effort one puts in, the "higher hopes" they get. Eventually, if ones hopes get too high, it leads to a very steep fall, in where everyone involved (usually only me) gets hurt.
Now if you look at figure 2, you can see where the defense mechanism kicks in.
Figure 2
As you can see in this chart, effort is stopped about half way and it slowly declines. That way, the HR is not harmed in his efforts, but he never tries hard enough to really "get the girl".
It seems like an easy choice to make for the HR. He either tries too hard and hurts himself, or doesn't try very much and hurt no one. Obviously, he chooses the 2nd and calls it a day. But that same man will grow old and alone.
Now why do I bring this up?
You do the math.
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