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Name: Josh/Gonzo (on the left)
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Metro: Grand Rapids
Birthday: 5/29/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Socializing, friends, sports, music, girls (one in particular), and me: I like me, too.
Expertise: Being me, of course.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Gonzo2987
Member Since:
7/7/2005
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| [ Duke Narrating ] .
The great San Francisco acid wave.
~ When the garden flowers ~
I recall one night in a place
called the Matrix. There I was--
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- Mother of God. There I am.
Holy fuck.
Uh, clearly I was a victim
of the drug explosion...
a natural street freak
just eating whatever came by.
[ Voice Extremely Slowed Down ]
Does anybody want some LSD ?
I got all the makin's...
right here !
[ Echoing ]
All I need is a place to cook.
I decided to eat only
half of the acid at first...
but I spilled the rest on the sleeve
of my red woolen shirt.
[ Voice Slowed Down, Echoing ]
What's the trouble ?
[ Voice Slowed Down, Echoing ]
Well, all this white stuff...
on my sleeve...
is LSD.
[ Duke Narrating ]
With a bit of luck...
his life
was ruined forever...
always thinking that just behind some
narrow door in all his favorite bars...
men in red woolen shirts...
are getting incredible kicks
from things he'll never know.
~ [ Pop: Mid-Tempo ]
Strange memories on
this nervous night in Las Vegas.
Has it been five years ? Six ?
It seems like a lifetime, the kind
of peak that never comes again.
~ Love is but
a song we're singin' ~
San Francisco
in the middle ' s...
was a very special time and place
to be a part of...
- but no explanation...
- ~ We can make the mountains ring ~
no mix of words
or music or memories...
can touch that sense of knowing
that you were there and alive...
in that corner of time in the world,
whatever it meant.
~ Though the bird
is on the wing ~
~ And you may not
know why ~
There was madness
in any direction...
- ~ Come on, people, now ~
- at any hour.
- ~ Smile on your brothers ~
- You could strike sparks anywhere.
~ Everybody get together ~
- ~ Try to love one another ~
- There was a fantastic
universal sense...
that whatever we were doing was right,
that we were winning.
And that, I think,
was the handle.
~ Some may come
and some may go ~
That sense
of inevitable victory...
over the forces
of old and evil.
Not in any mean or military sense--
we didn't need that.
Our energy
would simply prevail.
We had all the momentum.
We were riding the crest
of a high and beautiful wave.
- So now, less than five years later...
- ~ [ Continues ]
you can go up a steep hill
in Las Vegas and look west...
and with the right kind
of eyes...
you can almost see
the high-water mark...
that place where the wave
finally broke...
and rolled back.
- ~ Try to love one another right now ~
Music Note: Highway to Hell was the last album with lead singer Bon Scott.
Unlike many bands who, in my opinion, fail miserably at replacing a classic rock frontman,
AC/DC managed to continue with the same bad-ass classic rock feel after Brian Johnson.
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| It's exam week and I'm freaking out.
I have Spanish tomorrow, my final case study for education is due tonight by 12, Analytical chemistry on Thursday, and political science on Friday. Chem and Spanish are going to be ridiculously hard, but the case study and political science should be pretty easy.
Otherwise, I'm looking forward to break. I have a week before Cat gets home which will be really relaxing. I'm excited to see my mom and brother again.
The semester has gone well. I enjoyed my classes, and my motivation was a bit further up compared to last semester. I'm finally starting to get used to how to study and do college. My study skills still need a bit of work, but they are getting better.
Christmas should be fun. Figuring out holiday schedules between Cat and I has become a necessity now. I like getting to spend holidays with two families.
Music Note: 2Pac, like many gangsta' rappers, decided near the end of his career that the gangsta' life he had gotten rich rapping about was in fact destructive to the people he loved and the race he comes from. Many songs created late in his career exemplify this by explaining that the "thug life" supplies the economy for his black culture, but destroys that culture at the same time.
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Vancouver
By La Dispute
Eh what the hell, I might as well post once in a while.
There's no real reason for my extended xanga hiatus except for my lack of time and initiative (read as, I'm lazy).
So for all of you out there who still find my life interesting enough to keep up with, I'm sorry: nothing exceedingly interesting or new has been happening. My classes are ridiculously hard, but a lot more interesting and engaging than those of my last semester. I'm finally getting decently far into my major and minor classes and I am enjoying them thoroughly.
Cat's back in Oberlin, and I'm pining very pitifully in room typing on xanga at 5:12 in the morning (that sentence just showed me that I'm even more pitiful than I think I am, eww).
Thanksgiving was fabulous. Two different Thanksgiving dinners on two different days is some something I can deal with (but only once a year or I would burst). Speaking of food, I think I'm getting skinnier, and I'm already insanely skinny. It's not that I really care--I love being skinny--but it has been affecting how much I need to wear a belt. I'm not fitting my clothes because I'm too skinny (I guess it's better than the opposite, but it's still annoying).
Exams are in a few weeks, and mine are going to be wretchedly difficult.
Music Note: La Dispute's front man, Jordan Dreyer, attends my former high school, Grand Rapids Christian.
"To Withstand the Force of Storms"
"oh, you've a pretty mouth,
leave your lips to linger on my skin and
kiss me one last time
i will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winter
sleeping in the sutures of the city's skin
make yourself remember me in cold and concrete.
when will you realize this city/your demons make(s) you real
oh, you've a pretty mouth,
leave your lips to linger on my skin and
kiss me one last time
i will roll off your tongue like a whisper in the winter
sleeping in the sutures of the city's skin
make yourself remember me in cold and concrete.
it's the way my hands felt lying still beneath your dress
(i am transparent,
i am a greenhouse filled with ghosts.)
oh god, oh dear god
whisper secrets, speak in a hushed voice
the first thing that you learn is that you never let them hear you
in a soundproof room, in a windowless world
keep your voice down or dull your words.
then,
put on your bedroom face for him,
all pursed lips and half-closed eyes with pink-stained skin
screaming for sleeping hands on downed dresses,
screaming
for dead legs come alive, for dead legs come alive.
oh dear god, there is no excuse for me."
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| Well, Cat just left, and I'm to be at work in very short time; what a depressing day.
It's been a wonderful summer. I'm glad to be at Calvin again, and I'm
excited to start going to class and studying instead of working every
day. A part of me has just left to for a place four hours away. I'll
get used to it again, but having the one person who knows me best leave
for six weeks is hardly a situation that I can be content with right
away. My brain operates with me and another person inside it, and not
having that other person around is somewhat frightening. I love her; I
am going to miss her.
It's been a hectic week. I need to get into classes again. There are
rare times in my life where, more than anything, I desire routine, and
this moment is one of them. I'm exhausted emotionally and physically,
and I'm not sure when I'll have time to recuperate. As much as I love
people, I sometimes need a good dose of solitude.
This is going to be a great year: difficult, but wonderful.
I love you, Catherine.
Music Note: "I'm Mr. Brightside"
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