thank God for Protest the Hero.
this is my cover of their solo from Blindfolds Aside.
tell me what you think por favor :)

Every kiss is a goodbye kiss
And every touch is momentary
Like trying to hold her ghost
Yes she disappears at sunrise
Sometimes the past is all we have
I see you in my mind so clearly
A salvation to these tired, cold and searching eyes
We fade, we fade away like dream
We come apart at the seam
Every moment comes to an end
Just another fading memory
She let life destroy her
Move through me like a ghost
No one to break thier blades
No one to cut their throats
All of your words will wash away
My broken heart stills mends
But you could care less anyway

http://yeshuatheanswer.deviantart.com/art/shot-in-the-head-72875859

I was playing guitar hero in Adam's room until about 1:00am, which consisted of us mostly trying to beat the dragonforce song on hard. that didnt happen, so he suggested that we run to the 7eleven to pick up some soda and snacks cuz we were pretty hungry. so we went...

I picked up some coke and cream soda, and Adam got taquitos or something. When we were walking out the door, this guy, about 6'2" and 250 pounds, wearing an army issue army jacket, was walking into the store. He tapped me on the shoulder pretty hard and said "hey man." So I said "Hey, I like your jacket." But when he had said that I could tell he was on something. I figure it was coke or something cuz he was ridiculously strong. So anyway, we kept walking out the door and were heading to the car, but the guy followed us. He went up to Adam and read his sweatshirt which says "Abortion is Homicide," which is a pretty strong statement, but it's meant to make people think, not to piss them off. So the guy got really irrationally angry. Like, he just wasn't thinking normally, and he started shoving Adam really hard, saying "My ex got an abortion...is that a homicide!?" and "are you trying to be a punk!?" So I was getting scared.

Then he smacked Adam wicked hard in the face.

I dropped my things on the ground and started walking over to them to try to stop the guy before he killed Adam. I yelled "stop" and right when I got close to them, the guy turned to me and punched me in the face.

He hit me square in the mouth. But let me remind you, this guy was built like a freaking football player, was in the army, and on lots of drugs that made him super human strong. So when he hit me, my tooth went straight through my face, right under my lip. I thought he knocked all my bottom teeth out because there was so much blood on my hands and on the ground. I kinda stumbled back and just grabbed my face because I couldn't tell how bad it was. Then I yelled to Adam to get their license plate number, but the guy and his friend had already driven off.

Then we had to decide what to do. Adam didn't have his phone, so we used mine to call the cops. They got there pretty quickly, but it was of no use because we couldn't identify the guy who attacked us. Then Adam was trying to see how bad my face was, and he said he couldn't tell if the cut went all the way through. So, having a not-so-smart moment, I decided to try and stick my tongue through it. Well, it went all the way through alright. Then it started to hurt.

After that we realized that I really needed to get to the hospital, so Adam decided to drive me to Quincy Medical Center or something. We got there and the front door was closed, but this lady came and opened it for us. She was a freaking skeleton, just in case you wanted to know. It freaked my out how skinny and death-like she was, and it made me not want to be there anymore. But we stayed.

I checked in at 1:45am, about 20 minutes after it all happened. I filled out all the papers and junk and went into the ER to get my lip stitched up. I was laying there for over an hour before the doctor came in. I thought they had forgotten about me because all I could hear them talking about was tv shows and gossipping about random people.

The doctor finally came in and said he was going to fix me up. He put 5 dissolvable stitches on the inside of my mouth, and 6 normal ones on the outside. The entire time I was watching his hands, and he was shaking pretty badly. And that whole thing called novacaine or however you spell it, well, it didn't work on me. I felt everything the whole time, and it hurt wicked bad. After he finished the inside, he said he had to "irrigate" the outer part of my laceration, so he took this syringe thing, and filled it with salt water, and when he squirted it all over the outside of my mouth, it went straight through the wound, and started to fill my mouth up. I gagged cuz I was pretty much drowning in salt water, and then he was like, "oh, is it going through?" and I was just like, "um, yea." Ugh, this guy made me upset.

So anyway, after I was done there, it was about 3:30 in the morning and I had to go pick up my prescription at CVS for the painkillers. We went and picked them up, and by the time I got back to ENC, it was like 4:00am. It was probably the most frightening thing I've ever gone through in my life. That guy totally could have killed me. And, just to let you know, all of you guys who are saying, "oh, well if I was there with my boys, we could have taken him..." Well, no, you couldnt have. This guy was a freaking animal, on drugs, and stronger than anyone I've ever seen. So, we probably all would have ended up with messed up faces.

I'm just glad I went, because if Adam was alone, I don't know what would have happened to him. I think next time I'm in this situation or anything like it, instead of trying to break up a fight, I'll just call the cops right away, or just run. It's not worth the risk of dying while trying to break up a fight.

That was my night. It sucked. And my face still hurts.

I was thinking of designing a shirt around this freaking awesomely epic song called "the river dragon has come" by nevermore...
...but first I recorded myself playing it on the guitar so you can get a taste of how intense it is!

I have a long list of life goals
Some are reasonable
Some are not
They are
however
all attainable

One such goal
is to be able to play
Altitudes
by Jason Becker
on my guitar

So far
I have the beginning of the solo
So tell me
what you think
Be mean
Be harsh
Be nice if you want
Just let me know
What your first reaction was
And whether or not it was what you expected.

So
thank you
for reading all this
junk

now go watch it!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grUNKZy055Q&mode=user&search=

I'm going to make this short and sweet...

My favorite ska band ever is Five Iron Frenzy. They made a song called "The Phantom Mullet," which just so happens to have an awesome solo in it. So I recorded myself playing it, and I think you should watch it and tell me what you think. If you hate it, let me know. But hopefully you'll like it...either way, let me know what you think.

the phantom mullet

p.s. how do i put this video directly into my post?

I know, I know...saying "that's what she said" is sooo immature...but at times it can be quite funny.

For example, my friends and I were eating pizza last night, and one of them happened to say, "Look how much meat is on this thing!"
So, my obvious response to that was "that's what she said." Sure, it was inappropriate and out of place, but I couldn't help but be amused by it.

Then, later that same evening, we were watching a movie and at one point an actor said, "Would you look at the size of that monster!?"
...Now that time, I didn't even need to say it. Everyone just looked at each other and started laughing hysterically. From then on, nearly every comment someone made for the rest of the night was flooded with laughter.

So...I'm sure all of you "mature people" think that I'm pretty friggin' stupid. But I'm sure you've all had times where something like that has come up, and you were the one to make the stupid comment.

If you have any stories of these uncomfortable and ridiculously out-of-hand situations, let me know. I'd love to hear about them :)

From March 17th to the 24th I will be travelling to a place that really is out of this world. It's actually a place called Honduras, which to many of us seems like it's so far away, a distant place where they have their culture and own way of living and it doesn't affect us what-so-ever; but it does. This third world country will be a place of great growth for me as a person, and hopefully I will be able to bring something back to share with those around me.

For two days I will be going to a dump where hundreds of people live among the garbage to give them food and medical supplies and to just be there to talk if they need someone to talk to. One day will be spent in a prison, where I will be talking to the prisoners and giving them clothes and food as well. The rest of the time will be spent teaching kids in the capital city of Tegucigalpa. I just bought a bunch of crayons, so hopefully coloring will keep them occupied for a while as I try to figure out how to say anything to them in spanish.

I will also be going to Costa Rica for 2 weeks during the summer, but right now I'm just focusing on my trip to Honduras.

Have you ever been somewhere that's out of your comfort zone? In a far off foreign land where no one speaks your language? If not, then I challenge you to go and do something extraordinary for someone else. It doesn't have to be out of the country. It could just be in your school, your workplace, or your home. So don't say, "Oh that would be nice" and leave it at that. Say what you're going to do and then go do it!

The point of this is to add a word or a phrase, (no more than a sentence) to the post directly above yours to see if we can create the most ridiculous and amazing story ever! I will start it here...

The other day in my backyard...

Once again I found myself in a situation where I was judged on my appearance. Personally I don't think that there is anything wrong with the way I look, but it just so happens that dreadlocks are associated with "bad people."

Here's what happened...

I had to apply for my passport today because I am going to Honduras next month and I already bought my plane ticket. So I went to CVS to get my pictures done, and when they were about to be taken, the lady said, "can you take that ridiculous hat off," with a very nasty attitude. So I did. And to her shock, it was not one of those hats with the fake dreads attached. She saw my real dreads and didn't say one word to me after that. So I figured the only reason she was so bitter towards me was because of the way I choose to wear my hair.
I then took a trip to the Post Office where I had to drop off my passport application. The man at the counter was very friendly to the two young ladies who were in line before me. He continued to have a nice long conversation about how he had just gotten back from his vacation and that the two ladies would love it so much, because they were going to the same place he had just come back from. Then it was my turn. I gave him my application, my license, birth certificate, etc., and was very polite to him. The reaction I got, however, was far from the courtesy I had shown him. Throughout the process, he continued to snarl at me, stare at me, and show me that he was only interested in getting me out of his way, and that he didn't want to be bothered with someone like me.
The next place I went was Hannaford Supermarkets to pick up an application for both me and my brother. I went to the customer service desk and had to wait at leat 10 minutes for the lady to get off the phone with her boyfriend/lover just so I could ask for the applications. Once she got them for me, instead of handing them to me, she threw them at me! I couldn't believe how rude she was.

So...after all this, in just a matter of an hour or so, I realized just how often people choose to judge others based on the way that they look. But I find that those who dress "properly" or are clean cut are many times just faking it to please others. I am not out to please anyone. I am not out to offend anyone either. But I am also not the way I am just so people can glorify themselves and make themselves feel more important than anyone and everyone else.

I am who I am, not who you want me to be.