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[04 Dec 2008|11:27am]
I wrote a song for my Human Sexuality term project. I'm suppose to perform it in-class next week. It's about contraceptives and goes as follows: "The Contraceptive Story"
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[04 Oct 2008|11:12pm]
"...got more soul than a sock with a hole"

sometimes,  i just love MF Doom.

[25 Aug 2008|12:53pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

Dear Colin,

Me, Stephanie, and Monique are taking over your room and you aren't allowed back in here. We will leave a pile of your clothing at the foot of the stairs. This will include your juicy lube flavors packet manufactured by Trojan that we found as well. We may or may not keep the instruction packet it came with.

You're cute.


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hmmm [11 May 2008|01:19am]
"You're not as interesting as I thought you were"

...it's nice to hear what people really think, isn't it?

It's just unfortunate how it always comes out at the most inappropriate of times.  Maybe someday we'll all learn how to communicate with one another without the mechanical assistances we've grown so accustomed to hiding behind.
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[07 May 2008|12:39am]
[ mood | cold ]

I've been listening to the new Band of Horses album for a week straight and I just think it's great.  Perhaps because since my iPod died and since I don't keep in better touch with certain people *coughColeJonesSpencerBeaverscoughcough* I haven't listened to anything recent in a while.

Lately I've been reminded of a Pg.99 excerpt; "Love your friends... Die laughing".

...Seems like a decent way to go if you ask me.

I am but grins and groans.

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[28 Feb 2008|03:21am]
At first, I was really against having this on the internet....

I should just learn to trust my dear friend Sean Kelley who directed, filmed, and edited this short for a homework assignment.

I sure hope you got an A+ on this one pal.
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[19 Feb 2008|11:07pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

I'm currently working in an assembly line of CD and CD case creation with Jason and Nick.  I'm burning their band's newest demo and they're cutting and gluing cases for said demos.   It reminds of the good ol' days making punk rock demos of tag board for le mal du pays demos.  Perhaps I'm stuck in the past but i find it hard to not play music and think of all the great times I had playing music with those guys.

I guess it just reminds me of the passion I had for playing music.  It seemed so much easier back then to write songs.  I just wish I could find the niche I once had. Being able to come up with ideas and somehow throwing them together in such a way you couldn't feel any better about it.  I hope one day I'll be able to play a show again... one day.

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oh, i don't know [18 Feb 2008|01:05pm]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

Since I woke up I've been waiting for the sun to break through the clouds and lavish my house with some kind of temporary warmth.  Now that this has happened I can take off a few layers of jackets....  I've spent the morning (and an hour into the afternoon) deciding on what to do with myself today.  Should I be cleaning my kitchen?  Perhaps getting an oil change or washing my car?  Maybe I should be writing music... After much thought I called my sister and told her I'm coming over to hang out.  I drive by her house all to often and I think to myself; "what if i just popped in to say hi?"  Then I realize it's 2 in the morning and she's more than likely asleep.

Last weekend really made me think about the people I associate with including: my family, my close friends, my far friends, my close but far friends, my acquaintances, and the people I've met since I moved out here.  I constantly wonder what they're doing and where they're going.  Everyone has their own plans but I feel like I'm just now realizing all over how truly great my friends are.  I wish I had a good way to express my feelings toward them all, let them know how much respect i have for them and what they put their time and efforts and hearts and souls and blood and sweat and tears into.  Maybe I'll write everyone a letter.  Who doesn't like a hand written letter??

Then it's settled:  If you would like to receive and hand written letter from me send me your address via email or myspace or text or whatever and I swear on my three-legged desk I will write you asap.

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[20 May 2007|10:07pm]
TMN Assistant Editor Meave Gallagher lives in San Francisco, where she spends her working hours immersed in commercial real estate journalism. She speaks German like an immigrant housekeeper and French like a 19th-century romance novelist. She is a second-level vegan (no animal products; spores OK). Her first name contains two extraneous vowels. Email her here for baking tips, reading recommendations, and advice on epistolically angering the federal government.

My sister is so great!
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[05 May 2007|08:03pm]
Last night I witnessed an incredible video.

It was the coolest thing since sliced freakin' bread.  And I slice enough bread to know who great sliced bread truly is!
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