Poop

I don't know how to start this off, so I'm just going to dive in. Despite what I may say or think sometimes, I really love my (blood) family. There are times when I cannot stand my mother, but I really enjoy it when we are all together because then I don't see the crazy person that I am always around and more so the person that grew up with my uncles and my grandpa, and there are much more laughs and conversations. I also love learning about the history of my family. I feel it's fairly unique. I mean, I know there a lot of people out there with grandparents that met overseas due to World War II, but their's are just not as cool ; ) just kidding.

My grandpa is sort of religious, but not too religious. He believes in a lot of things though. He said something that was fairly neat the other day about fate and what not. About how he always had some fascination with New Mexico (he grew up on the East Coast). He made some random road trips out here with my grandma, then with two of my uncles at one point, and then finally made the decision to move out here. He met some important people and had a huge influence on Santa Fe architecture at the time. He designed a lot of buildings and homes in the Santa Fe area. Anyway, he always says that he does not know why he had this fascination with New Mexico, but he finds it interesting how out of his ten grandchildren, five were born in New Mexico, that one of his grandchildren (one that was not born here) was transfered here for airforce service, that my sister graduation from school here, that one of his children still live here, and I cannot remember the rest.

But yeah. I don't really like thinking about all of the "what if's" in this world. Like, "What if my grandpa never had the desire to come to New Mexico? What if my grandpa never took my grandma out for a blind date in the Netherlands? What if my grandpa never joined the airforce?" Blah blah. Or maybe the biggest one would be "What if I never moved to Los Alamos?" I feel like my life would be completely different. I know it would be. I would not have the people in my life I so dearly care for now. I wouldn't have the people I consider to be my family (friends and their families). I wouldn't have you.

So, baaaasically all I'm really getting to is that I am thankful for all the things I have been through, whether they be good things or tragedies. I may have gone through rough times, but I am here now and probably the most content I have been in a while. I might have to deal with some things down the road, but for right now...I can breathe comfortably.
I feel like I should read over this for mistakes and such but I'm not going to...I think that's all that is going to come out of me right now about this. poop.



The world's caving in, I got tickets for two

They're not the best seats and they're not the best view
Take my hand, you can squeeze on my arm

Can I live?

What's up dudes.

A lot as happened in the last three weeks...or two weeks...a person that I have known since I was in elementary school passed in late February. I never saw her without a smile. You are missed by many and you will never be forgotten, Ashley.

On other notes.

I guess not much has happened.

I got to spend this last weekend with so many people that I care about. I spent Friday/Saturday morning with the Wright's (my second family). Betsy (second oldest) came into town for the weekend and it was so amazing to be there with all of them. I can't put into words how much I love these people and everything they do for me. Sheesh. At the service, Sarah and I ran into our third grade teacher (Mrs. Parker at the time) and we discussed stories from back in the day, mostly about how annoying/talkative I was haha. One story that is always brought up that is beyond ridiculous: we were in third grade and we were coloring in class. I decided to stick a crayon up my nose (for god knows what reason) and ended up breaking it inside my nose. So I was sent to the nurse's office for a crayon being stuck up my nose. What no one really knows about this story is that when I was walking up to the nurse's office, I blew that sucker right out of my right nostril in the hallway. Once I got to the nurse's office I thought it would be funny not to tell her that I blew it out on the way up. She looked and looked (in both nostrils) and couldn't find said lost piece of crayon. She sent me back to the class with nothing to say haha. Hilaaaaaaarious. Elementary school was fun.

This past Saturday, the sixth of March, The Flatliners came into Albuquerque for a show. They are headed to the land down under, Australia. It is always awesome seeing and hanging out with these dudes. Some of the funnest dudes around. Their album comes out in April, pick it up.

For some reason I thought I had a shit load to say on this thing today, but I guess not. I have a paper due tomorrow though, which I should probably still be working on, but I felt the need to get on this thing. I'm writing about how the arts and music in education are important for children. Why? Because it rules. That's what I am going to say. "Let kids make music. Why? Cause it rules (and in the end helps them grow as human beings better). Party." End of paper. Oh wait. Seven pages to go.

I've been talking to a lot more people more often that I don't normally talk to except when it's their birthday or that one seasonal conversation. It makes me feel better. Sometimes I wish I could just get paid to go hang out with friends in different states when I wanted. I think I'd be fairly happy seeing everyone that I don't get to see that often. Then I'd feel like George Clooney in that movie that I haven't seen about how he just flies everywhere and is basically a rich drifter.

Rocky Votolato is coming into town again tomorrow. That should be a good show.

Go to http://www.myspace.com/spanishgamble to download Spanish Gamble's new record for free and then go here http://www.districtlines.com/Paper-And-Plastick/ to order the LP/CD. Thanks.

I can't really think of anything else. This next week is going to be busy. I'll talk soon again.

Take care of yourselves and share what ya got.



--Kyle around 1998--

Mrs. Parker: Kyle, what do you think your life expectancy is?
Kyle: I dunno.
Mrs. Parker: Well, it'll be around three minutes unless you shut up! (

She was an awesome teacher, so it wasn't really that mean...I think.

Years...

So I haven't written in this as much as I originally hoped for, but no fear, I plan to do so a little more now some things are changing. It doesn't really matter that much anyway, it's for me and not you. ; ) And I'm writing this from my phone, so it's going to be all over the place and I apologize for errors.
Life has been a little out there this past month. I definitely have to deal (I shouldn't say deal, because I enjoy them, accept, maybe...) the changes in my life that are going to allow more changes to happen, but for the good, I'm hoping.
First thing's first, I met a fellow wolf, as I am a soon to be (marked) wolf. PJ Bond is his name and this man made a huge impact on my life for the possible 15 hours we were together. I'm pretty sure he is from NJ, but he lives all over this country (on tour) and now all over the world. He's in India right now. But anyway. He is a magnificant musician and person. He has spent longer time on the road touring and meeting more people than I can count within this past year. He met up with some fellow brothers, Spanish Gamble, and that is basically how we hooked up in Albuquerque. I have only had amazing connections as a human with few people, and PJ is definitely one of them. I only knew him for barely half a day and he is definitely a brother. One thing PJ told me was that as a musician and person he will die if he doesn't live this life. He's been a teacher and probably everything else under the sun, and dropped that life to live on the road and with a thousand room mates. He's given me the best advice I have been given in such a long time. Although it was after a wild night, I still take what was said to heart.

One thing I noticed today...I hate when I'm walking and there is a series of doors and there is one person in front of you opening all the doors and I feel like I have to say thank you for each door they open. I feel like I mostly sound ridiculous saying thank you ever 5 seconds five times...pfff, what are you gonna do? "I don't know, what are you gonna do?" Get it?

These people in my class are talking about what they were in their fraternities and they sound like morons. I'm not hating on religion here, but this guy in my Ed.Psych. class always talks about how Christian he is, how he was just baptized before this semester and how he tried joining a Christian fraternity and they turned him down. And I swear the last 20 minutes of being here he has mentioned how he has bible study at 6:30 AM and has to wake up at 3:30 to get ready. Shut up, dude.
Now, I know the majority of sane people dislike organized religion, but really, I really really really dislike organized religion (that same Christian guy is now singing a Mickey Mouse song, and he tries to make conversation with every girl in this class [which is basically a 25:5 ratio] and it's unbelievably annoying) as of lately. That's one reason why I love Cursive's 'Happy Hollow', it's pretty genius.

My boys in Spanish Gamble are also genius'. They made a ridiculous hardcore band and in barely a week of having it they have basically got the same publicity as they do with their other bands.

Class is starting. This will have to continue later on. Worthless post.

Ride Easy, crazies.

And I'm wasted...you can taste it.

You know what totally sucks? Tax season.

So this weekend wasn't as productive as I was hoping. I'm not behind on anything, but I definitely didn't end up doing anything at all. I finished a book I was reading and it was pretty interesting. REALLY interesting. Some people said they didn't like it because it gets confusing with all the names and going between past and present, which was confusing no doubt, but it was a good book. Totally blew my mind. Under the Banner of Heaven. It's by Jon Krakauer, the dude who wrote Into the Wild.

And just to my knowledge I missed one of my favorite bands, Strike Anywhere, last week. That really upsets me. The last time I saw them in New Mexico was like 5 years ago with Dead to Me and it was an awesome show. I'm pretty sad I missed that show...I didn't get to see them at Fest this year due to Festivities and hanging out with friends...gah...but I saw them at Fest last year and at Harvest of Hope. Strike Anywhere always bring an intense show and are always fun to see. But shiiiiit...oh well.

This semester is already kicking my ass and there's only going to be more ass kicking. It should be a good semester. But really...all I want to do is go cliff jumping and biking in the summer heat. If I had the bones to drop on winter biking equipment and clothes I would be so down...but alas, I do not.

But really. I can't wait for the weather to start getting warmer. I like shorts and white shirts. That shit just doesn't happen in the winter...and quite frankly, I don't enjoy winter like I used to. Stupid cold weather, why do you gotta be so stupid?

Anyway. I'm tired as hell. Class at noon tomorrow, but I have to pick up Drummer Dave from the airport at 7:30. Not stoked about that. It's like I don't even get to sleep in...bummer city.

Ride Easy.



End note: I really want to take a backpacking trip this summer. I've always wanted to but never had the time. Maybe even for a week or week and a half. I would love to. Because, ya know...I like hiking.


Also. Even though I've ended this twice already. I felt like I need to share the fact that I have been laying in a really comfortable positive while typing this, and I have no idea how to describe it, but I'm...spinning. hahaha. I don't know. 

God, you're a jerk.

Alright. So I've had plenty of blogs in the past. When livejournal was way cool I had one of those and I just remembered the xanga's. I had like three xanga's at one point, don't really know what I was thinking.

Anyway. I really don't want this to become something where I just rant or cry about my life, which will most likely start happening anyway. The best advice I got from a teacher I had last semester was that people just need to always be writing. I need to start getting into it. So from now on, this is where all that effort is going to hopefully end up.

Before starting to write this today I started thinking about New Years Resolutions. Mostly because I didn't make any this year. Last year I made an entire list with plenty of awesome ideas and plans to make myself a better person and blah blah blah that I probably didn't hold myself to in the end. I really just think New Years resolutions are totally bullshit anyway. Why do "new beginnings" have to start on January 1st? Just because it is the beginning of a new year doesn't mean you can't make yourself a better person when you find out you're an asshole halfway through the year. "I think I'll stick it out and not be an asshole next year."

Well, as it turns out, I found out something that someone who sort of used to be a big part of my life at some point thinks. It hit me kind of hard. And what they are thinking, isn't necessarily true at all. I actually got a little paranoid about myself and thought, "Really?" Then I concluded that it wasn't true. But still. It is lingering in my head. Mostly their ignorance. But REALLY. haha. It's funny how someone that isn't a huge part of your life anymore still has a huge effect. The effect to make you try and change yourself.

One last thing, I guess.

I just read a couple events going on facebook. One being the "One Day Without Shoes 2010". I didn't even click it. I've already seen it a couple times and I really just think it's stupid. I can only imagine that this is to bring awareness about people too poor in third and fourth world countries to afford shoes and to put it into perspective for the people who are privileged so they know what it is like to walk around the world without shoes. Why don't we just skip the part of not wearing shoes and just send shoes to the people without shoes? That way I don't get some disease from walking around the cement and asphalt in the city, because I am almost sure that the dirt wherever these people without shoes live is cleaner than anywhere in any city. So just send some shoes and food and don't walk around in public without shoes. In fact, my day without shoes is going fairly well today. I haven't worn shoes in my bed.


I guess that is all for today. Happy birthday to my brosnake, Ryan.

PS: I enjoy reading now.