FEED THE CUT

i must confess that i was was, at one time, a hardcore Chevelle addict. im proud to say that ive been sober for AT LEAST three.5 years now. but i have to admit i've had my times of indulgence. speedstreet was very hard for me. i'm doing allright though. saturday night was there and gone. today is a new day. and the people i saw there reminded me of how i once was, and how i'l ever go back again. i have good friends who have been able to help me through these things- friends who can remind me were all in this together. 

one more in the name of love

i played for The Lift "progressive" service at first baptist indian trail today. we closed with u2's pride (in the name of love). i was scared i didn't have what it takes. you know. the chops. the zest. the shmest. but it sounded coolbeans and stuff. maybe you can hear it if you want when i get a copy of the service? question?

note to self:

homemade nachos don't taste good with shredded mozzarella.

(spoken just above a whisper)
dad: mom bought fruit loops?
brandon: yeah. TWO boxes.

it was 10:30 pm. we both had a bowl.

allright sorry. it says i cant embed stuff. youll have to go from here.

stereogum is a nice place. besides the pretty lulzy (alternate) video for the new coldplay single, i found this there. which is pretty cool. studio quality is always going to be perfect and whatnot, and ben gibbard's voice always sounds a little different live, but its whatever. ep. \

all this feels strange and untrue. and i wont waste a minute without you.

death cab for cutie's new album is on sale for 10 dollars at target. if you are a fan, or you're not sure if you're a fan, go buy it. basically, ben gibbard is a stalker and he still wears ridiculous glasses. but its allright cause the music is good. its dark. and its different. you'd be better off reading a review for it than listening to me talk about how cool i am. while i was typing this i adjusted my computer on my lap and hit a few keys that, when combined, make the greek symbol for omega. id like to know how to do it again. i will possess your heart is the single

im going to miss you.

not even a twizzler.

its people.

go rent this if you havent seen it.

and all things charming disappear, while all things lovely only hurt my head.

my good friend, weston keith, sent me this via text a few days ago, and i plan on making it into a t-shirt in mass quantities, so the world will know what they're really wasting their gas money on. but rly. srsly. if you dont know what im talking about please refer to latter post.

im going to go to target and see if they have the new death cab for cutie album. i will probably tell you to go buy it the next time i post. 

my brothers band is pretty good. eat steel.

i was unaware that it was moustache may. regardless, i created my own (or at least i think i did) in light of my graduation from 13th grade.

note: the tobacco product in this picture was used for dramatic effect only and did not touch my (but but most likely my roomate's) lips  during or after the period in which this picture was taken. 

i bought my mother flowers from harris teeter for mothers day. and i arranged them myself. 1 lily 3 roses and some baby's breath. i kept changing my mind and walking back to the flower refrigerator to make changes to my selection. 

ive been borrowing jacob early's 72 tele "indefinitely" in hopes that it will help me narrow down my decision in purchasing a new guitar this summer. its wonderful and he is a beautiful, generous, tall man and a good friend with monstrous hands. he will run sound for God when he dies.