Friday, January 09, 2004
Tonight I came home from a party and found a note from Matt that said he was staying at his parents house for the night. This meant that for the first time in a long while, I had the house to myself. So, I struck a match and lit two red candles, one blue candle, one green candle and set them by the bath tub that I had filled with hot water. I soaked in that tub for 45 minutes or so and listened to Ottis Redding while sipping a glass of wine. I suggest a night like this for all of you. Its very soothing and definetly got my mind off of things. If by chance you dont have a bath tub.. then just stick with Ottis Redding. Otis knows best. Goodnight friends.
:: Brian 12:07 AM [+] ::
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
New Song:
"Why Cant I be Like Cary Grant?"
I’ve been betrayed by a ghost who keeps to herself what she steals from her boys and what they thought they felt. She will wine you and dine you, keep you desperately on your toes but come next morning, you’ll just find yourself alone. Oh, keep me out of this I don’t want your games, but my other half wants you screaming my name. And for what this is worth, I thought this was real. But now I’m revered in silence, in a bed full of tears and lies, lies a thousand times about all the fantasies I’ve held in my mind so, let me have this just this once, I’m like you, I don’t want the drama, just your touch.
This is the last time I fall for a girl like you
I can’t stand your perfect body, I cant stand your perfect issues
But apparently I can deal with all your indiscretions
Cause I sit here im wondering "did I ask her the right questions?"
And you know that smile that kills me every single time? Well with you it seems obvious that I’ve got plenty of lives so just keep smiling through the pain and the mascara filled tears that have been screaming to get out since you first got here.
For the guests at this party, were a sight to be seen. Were locked in a bathroom with alcohol in our bloodstreams. This is everything I have felt for the last seven days, It’s a mixture of happiness, glory and distain. Now the lights may have been off but this was not planned. And though its only secret words your still holding my hand. And as far as I’m concerned, I feel like you always will be touching me somehow even If I can’t feel you.
Part of me says just leave me be
Forget my name, go on without me
But my other half will always question
If you really were a little piece of heaven
I know, a girl like wont fall for a boy like me
Who’s scared of even trying, but wears his heart on his sleeve.
The End.
Theres a girl I met a few weeks ago. Shes really great. But she likes to play games, and further more I dont even know if she actually likes me. I think she acts like she does, but Ive always been a bad judge with this stuff. Why do great things always come with a suitcase of drama?
:: Brian 12:57 AM [+] ::
"Why Cant I be Like Cary Grant?"
I’ve been betrayed by a ghost who keeps to herself what she steals from her boys and what they thought they felt. She will wine you and dine you, keep you desperately on your toes but come next morning, you’ll just find yourself alone. Oh, keep me out of this I don’t want your games, but my other half wants you screaming my name. And for what this is worth, I thought this was real. But now I’m revered in silence, in a bed full of tears and lies, lies a thousand times about all the fantasies I’ve held in my mind so, let me have this just this once, I’m like you, I don’t want the drama, just your touch.
This is the last time I fall for a girl like you
I can’t stand your perfect body, I cant stand your perfect issues
But apparently I can deal with all your indiscretions
Cause I sit here im wondering "did I ask her the right questions?"
And you know that smile that kills me every single time? Well with you it seems obvious that I’ve got plenty of lives so just keep smiling through the pain and the mascara filled tears that have been screaming to get out since you first got here.
For the guests at this party, were a sight to be seen. Were locked in a bathroom with alcohol in our bloodstreams. This is everything I have felt for the last seven days, It’s a mixture of happiness, glory and distain. Now the lights may have been off but this was not planned. And though its only secret words your still holding my hand. And as far as I’m concerned, I feel like you always will be touching me somehow even If I can’t feel you.
Part of me says just leave me be
Forget my name, go on without me
But my other half will always question
If you really were a little piece of heaven
I know, a girl like wont fall for a boy like me
Who’s scared of even trying, but wears his heart on his sleeve.
The End.
Theres a girl I met a few weeks ago. Shes really great. But she likes to play games, and further more I dont even know if she actually likes me. I think she acts like she does, but Ive always been a bad judge with this stuff. Why do great things always come with a suitcase of drama?
:: Brian 12:57 AM [+] ::
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
Tonight we had a long practice and "rocked out" a bit too hard because while "rocking out" Tom hit me in the head with his guitar and now I have a cut and bump on my forehead. As our dear friend Stve Irwin would say "Auchhhh" (Australian for "Ouch")
Good Day,
Brian :: Brian 1:53 AM [+] ::
Good Day,
Brian :: Brian 1:53 AM [+] ::
Saturday, December 13, 2003
We have a show tomorrow with Fourbanger. Starts at 8:00 and its at the clubhouse. (On Broadway between rural and McClintock) Its only $5! Be there! Yay
:: Brian 2:06 AM [+] ::
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Another day, another dollar. Today was slow. I woke up at about 1:00 and went to Islands with Matt (roomate matt, not fosty) and Jack. We shared overpriced burgers and Jack tried to eat an entire dessert by himself, but because the dessert seemed to be filled with chocolate steroids, jack was defeated. Then to band practice. I feel good when Im at band practice. It feels like I have done something with my day and it was even more exciting today because we got to hear the final version of our new cd's music before we had the vocals. Im so excited for everyone to hear it. Im very proud of the way its coming out. Anywho, here I sit in my room preparing for bed. Oh how fun it is. Have a great night kids, and try to enjoy your blankets as much as they enjoy you.
:: Brian 12:00 AM [+] ::
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
I blog for only you. And I blog well, Hallelu. Sure, I had a blog in Tucson, but my relationship with my blog was much like my relationship with Tucson itself; short and rather uneventful. So buckle your seatbelts as I lay the pipes as the new and improved "Tempe Brian" prepares to take you on a magical ride through my stories and alibis.
:: Brian 2:54 AM [+] ::