C-C-Colin

hmmm

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Sun, 11 May 2008 08:22:38 GMT

"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.

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Wed, 07 May 2008 07:44:59 GMT

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.

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 11:25:24 GMT

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.

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 07:36:13 GMT

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.

oh, i don't know

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 21:25:32 GMT

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.

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Mon, 21 May 2007 05:09:24 GMT

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!

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Sun, 06 May 2007 03:05:33 GMT

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!

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Thu, 26 Apr 2007 17:58:44 GMT

It finally came much faster than I thought... As things like this usually do.

I already miss my little dog.

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 18:05:02 GMT

The daily routine is an interesting one. It's all too funny how easily we succumb to our environments and become all but a drone; the worker bee. Only after this realization is made can one think about change. However slight it may be only proves to be difficult. Finding that particular motivation that will drive to scourge the Earth and your surrounding until answers pour out of the battered soil. But, it's not that easy. It takes much patience and planning with great care. So here I sit, wanting to plan, to execute; determined to find something, anything. Not even an answer necessarily, I'll setting for a new question.

sign of relief

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 18:45:12 GMT

As I sit here and sip on my refreshing sun tea I can't help but reflect on TAXES. Yes, TAXES. The past few days have been quite stressful since, once again, I thought it novel to wait until the very last minute to file them. It's not that I didn't want my money back, it's just, well hell I'm not quite sure but procrastination can be a real asshole if you let it. Sure, I did bring it upon myself but at least heir done and I can sit here, sip on my refreshing sun tea, and reflect. I chose tea in honor of the infamous "Boston Tea Party" of 1773 when the colonists took a stand against the tyranny of the British Government. Because why? They didn't want to pay taxes! Not that I mind getting MY money back that I worked hard for mind you, it's just all the bullshit you have to sit through in order to get anything back. The point is: It WAS worth my time and stress but now it's over.

Which brings up another puzzlement: "Sun Tea". Why does putting tea in the sunlight make it taste so much better? Is it due to the millions of light particles that are absorbed in the brewing process infusing it with delicious photons? It's probably best answered through quantum physics. So here, if anyone can tell me why sun tea is better than regular tea I'll supply you with a lifetime.., month..., with a WEEKS supply of refreshing SUN TEA! MMM!

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 12:00:30 GMT

My Friday off work turned out to be most enjoyable. The boys and I took a field-trip to Daly City to go see GRINDHOUSE and WHAT A MOVIE that turned out to be. Knowing practically nothing about it I had no expectations whatsoever (excluding the trailer I saw with Rose McGowan with a gun for a leg) so it only added to my excitement. About twenty minutes into the movie, MUCH to my surprise it turned out to be a ZOMBIE flick!! Oh, the overwhelming awesomeness.... I was certainly enthralled to say the least. Not only did it make Dawn of The Dead look like a joke, it also included a SECOND movie. Yes "Grindhouse" consists of TWO movies. Needless to say I had a most righteous movie-going experience.

(Much later) After our return I picked up Meave from the BART station. We cooked dinner and baked some of the best (vegan) cupcakes I've ever tasted. I can't help but feel like they're are the superior cupcake. Albertson's only carried Strawberry and Peach soy yogurts so we decided the peach would be more fitting with the green tea flavored cupcakes we baked first. I like those better than the Pineapple-Right-Side-Up cupcakes we made second only because I think they would have been better with fresh pineapple as opposed to canned which the recipe called for... But what are you gonna do? I'm just my happy sister and I are pals and live a short enough distance from each other to be able to do things like that whenever.

Today at work it seemed as though everyone up and decided to purchase mass quantities of cakes. I can't for the life up me figure out what Easter and cake have to do with one another but hey, I'M not buying any. Which brings up another topic; Is it just me or does Easter have the worst holiday candy? I'm just not much into it at all... Getting to the point, I wasn't in much of a good mood all day so later in the afternoon i turned the radio on hoping it would play me some sweet jams. Unfortunately San Francisco's "rock station" plays the same songs every time i turn it on so i decided to go with the local jazz station. It wasn't until I heard a certain Billie Holiday song did my mood change almost instantly. That's one of the inexplicable things about music; when you least expect it, you hear a song that just brightens up your day for some reason or another.

Thanks Billie.

Today's humor:

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Thu, 05 Apr 2007 04:54:09 GMT

I find the most entertaining part of my job HAS to be the store intercom system. The constant paging of people from across the store to different departments. Most of the time it's pretty typical but from time to time you get an occasional awkward or hilarious page. One I found to be extremely amusing took place as follows:

Deli clerk Frank: "Anthony, your sandwich is ready to pick up in the deli."

Head clerk Anthony: "Thanks Frank, I, uh.. Hope it's delicious."

I don't know why but announcing a sandwich to the entire store I find all too hilarious.

Another amusing quote from my day took place after I returned from lunch. I had cut up a cake for customer sampling and two gentlemen (possibly a couple...?) came by and tried it out:

Guy#1: "What kind of cake IS this?"

Me: "It's a 'Lemon Crunch Bundt Cake'"

Guy#1: "My word, it's delicious!" (To Guy#2) "Have bundt cakes come BACK?"

Guy#2: (In a very matter-of-fact tone) "Bundt cakes are back."

I had no idea certain cakes were "in" but hey, stranger things have happened. So maybe none of that is really that funny but perhaps you can understand the kind of humor i find at the workplace. I spent a good 40 minutes writing a three page letter to Mai. I don't think I'll illustrate the envelope with red whale and sharks like she did but I DID remember my old letter folding techniques from middle school. On a side note, I'm greatly enjoying my read-though of The Hobbit.

Holy crap!

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Wed, 04 Apr 2007 05:49:32 GMT

Well, I've gone and dug up this dusty, rusted ol' live journal from way back when.

Why? I do not know (just yet).

How? I remembered the password.

Regardless, I feel like I can use it for what it is; a journal.

I've definitely been through an experience or three since I left the nest and moved out of the comfort and shelter of my parent's house. I suppose I could do a short run through of the past three months but I'm not going to... At least right now, anyway. Let's just concentrate on the things that have been on my mind as of late.

I'm quite sick of my bakery job. My coworkers are very generous and nice to me. Especially the deli girls who bring me food everyday because, according to them; they enjoy "feeding the vegetarian". My utmost grievance is my manager. Needless to say, out of all the jobs I've worked prior to this, non of my (many) managers/bosses have ever called me "lazy" until now. The thing is, I had to hear to from a coworker. Of course she won't tell me if/what I'm doing wrong... But she makes it a point to let everyone else know. This is where I draw the line!______________________________

Okay enough about that wretched woman... I'm currently looking at getting a job at the SFO airport. It's roughly a five minute drive from my house (closer than the 10 minutes it takes me to me now), they pay more than Lunardi's, and it's NOT retail! I'll most likely be loading/unloading luggage, guiding planes and other such runway work. It's either that or customer service **shudder**. Not that I couldn't handle wearing a tie and helping people out but I enjoy the thought of not having to deal with angry customers complaining about how their flight was delayed or canceled. Moving on!

It's been almost forty days since I last smoked weed (**scoff** big deal, right?). I decided to call it quits for a while and see things more clearly. I felt like my brain was clouded to an extent and I want to really get my life on track with schooling and my future. I just think I can really make some positive improvements without the involvement of smoking and I have indeed taken note of some very minor changes thus far. I plan on finished my GE this summer at City College and hopefully transferring to SF State or another school in the near future. I don't regret taking two semesters off to work and save money but I do regret not applying myself to school when I could have.

That's it for now, nothing extremely interesting or out of the ordinary in this entry but I assure you there are many things I am thankful for at the moment and I promise my next entry won't be so terribly dull.

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Tue, 14 Mar 2006 08:35:50 GMT

why burn your bridges...

...when you can blow them up?

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Tue, 14 Mar 2006 02:09:32 GMT

There's nothing better then coming home from an incredibly boring day at work after having a house to yourself all weekend and hearing "Yeah I just wish you had finished cleaning the kitchen".

Like I hadn't been cleaning and taking care of things for them the entire time they were gone so that they would come home to a relatively clean house?

I forget to wipe down the stove and it's the first thing I hear about? I'll take it as yet another hint to 'move-the-hell-out'.

I'm a year older feeling exactly like I was last year. Even the year before has too many similarities with this one.... if change really is all the rage why do I feel like the only one left out when I know I'm not.

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Mon, 06 Mar 2006 08:44:22 GMT

Someone of great intelligence once said to me;

"Truth is truth,
but somewhere from the brain to the lips it becomes garbled and lost.
No one ever really says what they mean."

I guess I finally understand what they were talking about.

No matter how often you see eye-to-eye with another individual you're always going to have two different perspectives.

Is it my perspectives or just my logic and justification of my actions that makes me a complete asshole?

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 21:36:44 GMT

Dear Personal Conflict Narrative,

If I knew I'd end up having to turn you from a two page paper into a 6 page paper, I'd have picked a different topic. You see I have very little interest in stretching you another 3/4th of a page. Why couldn't you just have been the correct length the second time around? I've written enough pointless papers in my day, why do they still insist on assigning the most inane subject matter? You call this college level?

Angrily yours,

Colin C. Gallagher.

I wait for Kate so late...

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 03:39:08 GMT

I saw Ariel Pink and his Haunted Graffiti in all it's glory last night.

Inspiring and confusing at the same time.

The past four days have lead me to some serious thinking. Only a few things have been concluded from the experiences but if there's one thing I've learned; Just because you meet new people doesn't mean they're as great as they seem.

The obvious is often over looked and your ideals are often looked over too much.

Karma anyone?

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Tue, 10 Jan 2006 20:59:31 GMT

This morning has been nothing but one calamity after the next. I’m beginning to think maybe I’m speeding through my teen/middle age years and going straight into old age where I run myself into corners or knock things over due to my clumsiness.

Today has been no exception to my theory: I wake up from a nice 5-½ hour sleep where I’m way overdue for some coffee. So I make my way downstairs where I proceed to make a delectable cappuccino for myself. As I’m waiting for the espresso to do it’s thing, my sister informs me; while I was asleep, she did some of my laundry but was unaware my wallet was still resting in the pocket of a pair of pants. Fortunately for me, I’ve been broken since after Christmas so I didn’t have money in there, just a bunch of stuff that is now quite wet. As I’m going through my washing machine-fresh wallet I remember: I must return to my coffee or else there will be no foam and if there’s no foam there’s no cappuccino. It was at that point when I realized I failed to put the carafe underneath the machine and now my counter looks like a café americano as I frantically grab fistfuls of paper towels before it reaches the floor.

I haven’t even been awake for an hour and already things are falling apart at the seams! I’m only waiting for my oven to swallow me whole and bake me in my own juices. Or perhaps the dishwasher will come alive and spit plates and glasses in my direction. Okay maybe it’s not that bad but I can only imagine what kind of disaster will strike next… After I clean up the river of espresso I finally make a debacle-free cappuccino, (with foam no less) but as soon as I sit down to further organize my itunes and pod, I somehow manage to knock over the mug and spill my delicious coffee drink all over the desk, nearly missing the keyboard and power strip. It was at this point I realized I should probably cut my losses and go back to bed until I can go about my morning (or afternoon at this point) without leaving a path of destruction across my house.

Please tell me there are others who are just as highly accident-prone as I am? Or has it been a haphazard morning for everyone else too?

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Mon, 09 Jan 2006 18:55:27 GMT

"Dogs brains are 1/3 the size of a human's but they're 100% nicer!"

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Wed, 04 Jan 2006 19:02:08 GMT

fuck five I want a hundred and eight mic's.

(ate mic's).

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Sun, 18 Dec 2005 00:11:21 GMT

10 years ago I was...:
- Not living here.
- Going to private school.
- Playing hockey. Lot's of it.
- Acting in plays for my school.
- Rockin' the bowl-cut.

5 years ago I was...:
- Listening to NOFX.
- Skateboarding.
- Enjoying Friday nights at 3 Oaks.
- Discovering my curly hair.
- Making mysterious "brews" with Spence.

1 year ago I was...:
- A n00b at the pizza shop.
- Enjoying my first real band.
- Enjoying my first car.
- Wasting time at Solano.

Yesterday I...:
- Worked all day.
- Picked up my car after spending all my money on a new clutch.
- Noticed I'm developing a slight case of road rage.
- Was rarely warm.

5 snacks I enjoy:
1. Sour Patch kids.
2. Sour Patch Fruits.
3. Danni's Delicious Breads/Cakes.
4. Anything I make myself(when I'm motivated).
5. Napoli's.

5 songs I know all the words to:
1. Braid - "Hugs From Boys"
2. Pink Floyd - "Time"
3. Misfits - "Death Comes Ripping"
4. Any Green Day song before '97.
5. Queen - "Under Pressure"

5 things I would do with 100 million dollars:
1. Something else.

5 places I would run away to:
1. Seattle
2. Ireland
3. Hawaii
4. My bed
5. The city.

5 things I would never wear:
1. Socks with toes (I can't STAND it when my toes aren't touching one another... it's weird).
2. Turtle-necks.
3. Leather pants.
4. Sweat pants/pajama pants (outside).
5. Any "puffy" shirt.

5 favorite TV shows:
1. Aqua-Teen.
2. Futurama.
3. Seinfeld.
4. The Adventures of Pete and Pete.
5. Freaks and Geeks.

5 biggest joys:
1. Generous tippers.
2. Cuddling.
3. My ipod.
4. Good people.
5. Hittin' a bleezy while sippin' some heem... (whatever THAT means)

5 fictional characters I would date
1. Marissa Cooper.
2. Spike from Degrassi Junior High.
3. Jane from Daria.
4. Padme.
5. Amelie.

It was that awkward.

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Thu, 01 Dec 2005 19:01:40 GMT

"I got what YOU want now..."

I've finally found a winter project to work on. I think if we do this right it'll be something we can all look back on and enjoy the finish product. I just hope things go well throughout...

Can anyone act? Or has anyone acted before? Plays, mini-movies, singing telegrams.... Any experience helps.

Drop me a line if you're interested in more information.

Here's what I know.

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Wed, 30 Nov 2005 19:26:01 GMT

I
want
to
move
SO

FAR

away.

I better starting taking charge of my life, thoughts, and emotions before I end up sitting in my room all day over-analyzing every insignificant detail of my life until I don't even want to LOOK at the outside world.

I'm a hermit.

So leave methefuckalone.

soldtodying@hotmail.com — Sat, 12 Nov 2005 07:23:23 GMT

I've been so inspired lately. Every thing I see; the trees changing colors, how the dark storm clouds look against the setting sun, the music I listen to every day.... I feel so inspired to express myself artisticly but I don't know how or where to began. It often frustrates me to no end because when I make an attempt to write a song or take a picture, it seems so useless. I'll start numerous projects to add some sort of interest in my daily life yet never finish them. Half way through I'll began to realize there isn't a point when I can't put my heart and soul into it. The longer I go back and read what I've just wrote only makes me want to stop where I am and delete the entire entry