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.
Your Welcome.
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.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Oldies but Goodies
Right now I have a headache that came out of no where and I took 2 extra strength back and body pills because I hope it would do something for a headache, but I was wrong. My body feels great, but my head feels like it is going to fall off.
So while having this headache, I put on some Ben folds and started looking at my old blog archive on Myspace. I found this blog that I posted in high school and I like it so much that I'm going to post it again here. So here it is.
So I have noticed...
That over the time that I have had a Myspace, people often post bulletins about love. People often post these bulletins in hopes often concealed with the hope of simply "getting some", while others are hoping to meet their high school sweet hearts.
I have often thought that this is very immature, and Myspace was doing a dis-service to America by allowing such immature bulletins to be tolerated. But recently I have come to a slight change of heart. Some of these kids posting these bulletins are really hoping to find someone who they can spend the rest of their life with.
Even in adulthood people still try to find a soul-mate online. Look at the advertisements we often see on Myspace for True Love dating services and Singlesnet.com. It obviously shows that no matter what the age is, people are always looking for love.
Sometimes people are looking for love online because they can't meet that person in their own lives, or they have given up hope on the one who they thought was "the one". Maybe it's because as human beings we are drawn to affection, and when we meet someone who is willing to give that, we are sitting with a knife and fork, ready to receive.
So I am writing this for you, The Underdog. This one is for you. Go for it. Don't wait for an open opportunity; it is never going to come. Take it now while you're doing nothing on a Friday Night. If you have a car, drive to this person's house and tell them in person. If you don't have a car, run walk or ride a bike. Tell them how you feel. If you live too far, call them. Just do it. Stop living with regret. Stop posting bulletins that say you like someone on your friend list and do something about it. I have faith in you.
Have a nice Rainy Sunday.
So while having this headache, I put on some Ben folds and started looking at my old blog archive on Myspace. I found this blog that I posted in high school and I like it so much that I'm going to post it again here. So here it is.
So I have noticed...
That over the time that I have had a Myspace, people often post bulletins about love. People often post these bulletins in hopes often concealed with the hope of simply "getting some", while others are hoping to meet their high school sweet hearts.
I have often thought that this is very immature, and Myspace was doing a dis-service to America by allowing such immature bulletins to be tolerated. But recently I have come to a slight change of heart. Some of these kids posting these bulletins are really hoping to find someone who they can spend the rest of their life with.
Even in adulthood people still try to find a soul-mate online. Look at the advertisements we often see on Myspace for True Love dating services and Singlesnet.com. It obviously shows that no matter what the age is, people are always looking for love.
Sometimes people are looking for love online because they can't meet that person in their own lives, or they have given up hope on the one who they thought was "the one". Maybe it's because as human beings we are drawn to affection, and when we meet someone who is willing to give that, we are sitting with a knife and fork, ready to receive.
So I am writing this for you, The Underdog. This one is for you. Go for it. Don't wait for an open opportunity; it is never going to come. Take it now while you're doing nothing on a Friday Night. If you have a car, drive to this person's house and tell them in person. If you don't have a car, run walk or ride a bike. Tell them how you feel. If you live too far, call them. Just do it. Stop living with regret. Stop posting bulletins that say you like someone on your friend list and do something about it. I have faith in you.
Have a nice Rainy Sunday.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Business Law isn't that bad
So 2007 is over and I have finally started my spring '08 semester. I am enjoying a few of my classes already and I am hoping that I will learn a lot. Here is a break down of my classes thus far.
Geology 103/105L:
This is a decent class about the weather, so it isn't your traditional geology class. The professor for the lecture is a middle-aged guy who is kind of funny so it is really easy to pass the time in this class. The lab has a professor who seems kind of out of it.
Deaf 160(ASL 1):
This is my sign language class and I am so excited to learn an other language. Ever since I've met so many people involved in the Deaf studies program at CSUN, I wanted to learn ASL.
Math 103:
Sucks Balls...
Buisness Law 280:
This class I thought I was going to hate the most. I was terribly wrong. After the first lecture I saw some cool and interesting cases and I am already loving it. It almost makes me want to become a laywer... I'm not going to, but it looks interesting.
And that is my class breakdown this semester.
Geology 103/105L:
This is a decent class about the weather, so it isn't your traditional geology class. The professor for the lecture is a middle-aged guy who is kind of funny so it is really easy to pass the time in this class. The lab has a professor who seems kind of out of it.
Deaf 160(ASL 1):
This is my sign language class and I am so excited to learn an other language. Ever since I've met so many people involved in the Deaf studies program at CSUN, I wanted to learn ASL.
Math 103:
Sucks Balls...
Buisness Law 280:
This class I thought I was going to hate the most. I was terribly wrong. After the first lecture I saw some cool and interesting cases and I am already loving it. It almost makes me want to become a laywer... I'm not going to, but it looks interesting.
And that is my class breakdown this semester.
Friday, January 11, 2008
So Aiello and Shane has been getting on my @$$ about blogging so I thought I'd tell a little story about my last show...
New Years 2007-08:
It was an ok New years. I played a show with an acoustic and a dream. The dream was not to get booed and it worked. It got some cheers. This is a lame blog. So here is a video for wasting your time.
New Years 2007-08:
It was an ok New years. I played a show with an acoustic and a dream. The dream was not to get booed and it worked. It got some cheers. This is a lame blog. So here is a video for wasting your time.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Turkey Bowl 2007
Every Thanksgiving my dad's side of the family plays a "friendly" game of football. We call this glorious event, The Turkey Bowl(TB). It always starts of as a great game of comradery, and ends in injuries, broken hearts, and despair. This year was no exception.
It started off like every other TB. I wake up at 11:45 when the games starts at 12. I get there at 12:15 with the cones and hardly anyone is there on time. This includes my uncle Pablo who has the flags and the bottled waters. Uncle Pablo gets there around 12:45. We argue for a half hour about who is on who's team. We finally choose and put on our respective colored bibs. We start the game some where around 1:15.
Kick off and we already see everyone beginning to get winded, not from playing but from arguing about teams. 10 minutes into the game everyone is winded but I am still doing fine. I feel invincible. I am always on the line putting great pressure on the quarterback and blowing right pass my cousin. we will call him "Fish". Fish gets noticeably frustrated with me because I am taunting him every time I pass him.
Despite my greatest efforts however, we are down in touchdowns. My other cousin who is on my team, we will call him "Gogey", takes the ball and scores a touchdown which ties the game. And he decides to celebrate by throwing up his combination of red bull and redline on the field(side not: none of those liquids are red, and they come out orange in puke).
We get the ball back later in the game and we throw an interception. I turn to get the flag from the one who caught the ball. As I turn I see a shadow cast over me. As I finish the turn I am greeted with a friendly elbow to the face. I fly back and roll twice. I look up and there is Fish, glowing in his triumph. I deserved it.
Overall, it was a great TB.
It started off like every other TB. I wake up at 11:45 when the games starts at 12. I get there at 12:15 with the cones and hardly anyone is there on time. This includes my uncle Pablo who has the flags and the bottled waters. Uncle Pablo gets there around 12:45. We argue for a half hour about who is on who's team. We finally choose and put on our respective colored bibs. We start the game some where around 1:15.
Kick off and we already see everyone beginning to get winded, not from playing but from arguing about teams. 10 minutes into the game everyone is winded but I am still doing fine. I feel invincible. I am always on the line putting great pressure on the quarterback and blowing right pass my cousin. we will call him "Fish". Fish gets noticeably frustrated with me because I am taunting him every time I pass him.
Despite my greatest efforts however, we are down in touchdowns. My other cousin who is on my team, we will call him "Gogey", takes the ball and scores a touchdown which ties the game. And he decides to celebrate by throwing up his combination of red bull and redline on the field(side not: none of those liquids are red, and they come out orange in puke).
We get the ball back later in the game and we throw an interception. I turn to get the flag from the one who caught the ball. As I turn I see a shadow cast over me. As I finish the turn I am greeted with a friendly elbow to the face. I fly back and roll twice. I look up and there is Fish, glowing in his triumph. I deserved it.
Overall, it was a great TB.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
I've been a terrible blogger of late
So it was pointed out to me that I haven't been blogging much lately, so I thought I'd write another blog for old times sake.
The past few weekends have been really good. I have come to realize that I some some amazing friends in Northridge. I know it might be cliché to say but I do love them. My friends have been good to me and have showed my some, as my uncle would say, "good times".
I can't say anything else because I shouldn't.
The past few weekends have been really good. I have come to realize that I some some amazing friends in Northridge. I know it might be cliché to say but I do love them. My friends have been good to me and have showed my some, as my uncle would say, "good times".
I can't say anything else because I shouldn't.
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