Perfect date:

Dinner, drinks, roofy, her place, gone in the morning.

What more could I ask for?

War is boring. War is sitting around in the hot sun, waiting for something to happen. It's reading the same letter from your girlfriend over and over again...literally hundreds of times; looking for some new and hidden meaning in her words. It's playing card games that you would never even care about back in the world-but suddenly you can't get enough of. It's learning more about your buddies than you ever cared to know before. It's sitting on guard towers freezing in the night air, staring out into darkness with nothing but a radio and some guy who doesn't want to talk, keeping you company. It's going on missions that last three and four days at a time and not sleeping for any of it. It's constantly questioning the rules of engagement and trying to make sense of it. It's a big empty room where nothing ever happens and you only have carbon copies of yourself to talk to. But every now and then, when you least expect it, you get a lifetime of excitement, chaos, terror, horror, and fear crammed into a few minutes. Your adrenaline rises to levels you've never felt and regardless of what god you pray to (even if you don't pray to one at all) you get religion very quickly. Then it's hard core, balls to the wall, utter insanity for just a few moments...it's the sun exploding at the same time that every explosive in the world is detonated....it's a high speed car crash, it's a base jump from the empire state building, it's running from the cops, it's a fist fight, it's being cornered by all the school bullys at one time, it's terrible and and god awful and horrible and it slows time to a crawl...minutes creep by like days and in that minute or two that you're actually fighting, your entire world changes. And then just as quickly as it all started, it stops. Then for a few minutes you're still on edge. But after a bit, it goes away; as much as it can. Then you're back to playing card games with your buddies. And then you start to realize that the guy who you didn't really care for back in the world, is now one hell of a good guy. And he isn't just a guy you work with anymore, he's your friend. He's your brother. Then you read that letter from your girlfriend again...you know, the one where she's telling you that she just feels like it's too difficult to maintain a relationship with you when you're so far away...the one where she goes on about how the two of you have grown apart and although she never meant to meet someone new; there is a new guy and he's just terrific and they're getting a dog together and his parents are crazy about her and unlike you, he has a good and stable job that doesn't send him to the other side of the world; the letter where she tells you how hard her life is because she's hanging on to you and she doesn't even know if you're coming home. And it almost makes you laugh because it's so ******** absurd that you're sleeping on the ground, drinking purified river water that's so hot it scalds your mouth but if you don't drink it you will dehydrate, and that ***** is telling you how hard her life is... And you start to realize that trivial **** like that just doesn't mean a whole hell of a lot anymore. But you still hang on to that letter anyway. And you still read it, time and time again...searching for some new meaning...until the **** hits the fan again.

Read this from a forum, tragic innit?

Mating season!

Society has forced us to artifically suppress the urge to mate with every available set of genetalia that might be within reach. The biological imperative (survival of the species) dictates that we should all be doing it with everyone all the time. To use a metaphor: The more widely you sow the seeds, the more likely you are to get at least some sprouts.

If the question is addressing romantic attraction, then I guess it's possible that a male and female could be "just friends." But, where there's a man involved, there is never just romantic attraction. Sexual attraction is the means by which we propagate the species. It's way down in our primordial juices to know that we instinctually need to spread our seed. That's why men, at least, can never just be "friends" with a woman.

How true.

Got this from talkbass

Abstract: Maybe what Granny used to say was correct? "Honey, you can't let the girls(originally boys but I changed it) know you like them too much. If you do, they'll dry up like dew on a hot day. Keep a little distance, baby. Makes 'em have to really get to know you. And then you'll know which one you like best!"

How true.

Poor blokes can't afford paying for dates

I haven't been dating in a really long time. In other words, I am rich!

Hahaha. I still don't understand why some girls will want their dates to pay. Seriously, we are kids, and aren't kids supposed to be filial, understand that your parent's money is hard to earn and we should be saving for our future, not squandering on dates that won't even get you laid(Or maybe I'm the only loser around still not getting laid). Some guys starve(I know 'em) just to pay on dates.

Alright let's try calculating the overall cost for an average middle income kid.

He gets $70 a week( I don't even get that much).
He meets his girl once a week and they decide to be thrifty this week.

Costs:-
Meal:
$5.00(2 plates of chicken rice)
$2.00( Drinks)
Movie:
$19.00( Hey it's the weekends)
$9.00?(I'm not sure, I haven't bought popcorn in a pretty long time)
Transport:
$2.00( Roughly two bus trips and two train rides)

That's $35. 50%, not a lot, but when you burn $35(and you know it can be a whole lot more than that) in a day, you're scarred for the rest of the week. WE ARE GROWING BOYS WHO NEED THEIR PROTEINS! I don't know, it's a struggle within as well.

My message is not to encourage guys to be stingy, girls deserve to be loved and all. But when it comes to money, it's sensitive. We aren't earning. It's called an allowance because our parents allow us to spend. It's a balance, that's my conclusion. This li'l essay's fucked up because I'm thinking as I write. So my thoughts are constantly changing.

In conclusion( whoa essay), I feel that as long as you can afford to pay, and not go hungry, or deprived, it's cool. But... Can the girl pay once in a while please? HAHA.

Lovesick Puppy

Well, this is my first time writing a song, wrote it under an hour, with breaks in between to visit youtube and listening to songs for inspiration.

It's called, Lovesick Puppy, it's about a friend who liked a bitch, and the bitch treated him like a dog, so the outcome was a lovesick puppy who couldn't do very much.

I’m just a dot on your map,
I’m not your destination.
But girl I would be oh so glad,
If you would stay here tonight.
It is a fact that will not change,
But I don’t want to lose.

Chorus:
You say that love’s just a game,
Then why can’t I play.
Our conversations are stale,
And I can’t seem to see better days.
Oh God why won’t she just love me too.

We stroll on the summer streets,
There’s no sound but our shuffling feet.
Running more than walking,
You needed to escape from our little hell.
I really need this as emotions consume,
And I’m left with nothing much.

Bridge:
You can’t break my heart,
It melted the first time I met you.


It has not been edited so cut me some slack please.

I have no clue what will become of this song, whether my band will actually want to play something with such corny lyrics, and I haven't thought about the tune yet. But I would like something like a cross between Jack Johnson and Shawn Mullins. Surf country, how about that.

Longer than

Just attended Funeral for a friend's gig, being short and bringing a friend who's female and short as well just weren't the conditions for moshing. So we found ourselves a balcony where we were safe, and could listen to their music clearly.

After two songs, I came to a conclusion that they weren't much of musicians, just really great performers and lyricists. Their songs felt repetitive in terms of how they sounded. You could probably throw the same lyrics into two of their songs and the crowd would still be happy. The bassist held the bottom, but nothing special came out of him, but what was I expecting, they are just a band whose fans are too busy fighting or trying to stay alive instead of enjoying their music. The drummer had standard, but most of the time he was just playing normal straight beats trying to sound loud. The guitarists did not impress me either. Well, the gig was not that all lost I guess, they sounded tight and mistakes were minimal, the sound crew did a really good job at mixing as well. First and the last time.

And that's my story...

My songwriting progress isn't very good either. I'm never in the mood to write songs, but today have decided I should write one just for fun, and I'm stuck a little after the first chorus. Oh well...