Sometimes I…

channel a drunk Kelly Clarkson, it’s called “don’t delay the inevitable“

It’s funny to see you put it up front

Spill some blood and lets begin the hunt

Pull the trigger baby I’m not loaded

No longer blindfolded

I just don’t see you

I hear you

say

What happened to us

I’m sorry I was careless

What happened to you

But Apologies are long overdue

cuz

I don’t delay the inevitable

Coming back to my doorstep

Aren’t we passed this little misstep?

And I hope you live the life you never wanted

I hope it’s me that leaves you haunted

I’ll remain shameless

Because it was you that brought about this mess

I know it’s not easy, your denial

You’re just too far down that isle

Would you have me pretend

That we can still be friends

maybe you prefer that ignorance

but when they learn the truth you won’t stand chance…

I don’t delay the inevitable

I just find you so fucking regrettable

Hearts and Minds

Well kids, I really don’t know what to say about last week, it kinda just went right by and now that I think about it, it seems like a blur. I don’t even think I posted last week…hmmm. Anyways. So the week basically started last Sunday when me and a couple friends made plans to go dancing Friday. The majority of my week was spent at the gym, hoping to get my legs ready for a dancing marathon (yeah good in theory but my legs still killin me today), Other than that I went back to school and I have been watching old episodes of Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Wow I can’t believe at one time I thought this was the best show on television…It’s still better than any other vampire shit out right now, Although what with Vampire Diaries coming soon maybe there will be some competition…lol I’m sure there won’t be; but Vampire Diaries will be pretty to look at:

 On the big day (Friday) I had a little trouble getting ready for the festivities of the night that were about to ensue (mostly because I managed to get really fucked up Thursday with a first round start at about 3p.m.) but about 5min before everyone met up at the apartment I was ready to get my ass on the dance floor. Pre game was definitely good times as we came up with abbreviated nicknames for everyone. The trick is to say it real gangsta like, my abbreviated name is T.E.O. which stands for turns em out…don’t worry we won’t tell your girl. Once I finally got to dancing I didn’t stop and eventually became solo dancer, which was the best thing that happened the whole night, well besides  when one of my friends fell backwards off the stage we was dancing on, and I had to use my amazing dance moves to do a spin move and pretend I saw nothing (we only use the term “man down” when someone can’t finish their drink at last call and they need assistance)  all in all it was everything a dancing fool could ask for in a night.

So the best news I can offer in this blog post is the new season of Gossip Girl will start in 36 days.

Guest starring my girlfriend Hilary Duff:

“Sometimes I”…

Sometimes I, write pop breakup songs, it’s like a hidden talent I have: (just imagine probably the Black Eyed Peas minus Fergie singing this song?)

Trophy Boy

verse1

Oh baby when I think of you

I think about all the games you do

and then I wait for your attack

just make sure it’s behind her back

verse2

Oh baby when I think of me

I think about becoming a trophy

Placed so high up on your shelf

Boy you know I’m, bad for your health

chorus

Boy your about to lose the prize

And I aint buyin your fuckin lies

All the looking and no touching

All the talking and no fucking

I’m not your trophy

bridge

There’s hints in your voice

But I’m letting you make the wrong choice

I’m not stopping you ( that’s not what I do)

I know you want me

but I’m more than just a trophy

 

ok ok a couple changes on the blog coming up this weekend…but basically I’m a procrastinator…get off my nuts.

Collision

I’ve decided my singing voice compliments me well. I’m incredibly tone deaf, but this voice I have; really goes hand in hand with everything else about me. As my friend Serena* pointed out to me last night, “You really march to the beat of your own drum” I politely corrected her and said “I think you mean I dance to the bass of my own techno.” I then made the promise to my friend that she would in fact come to love my voice then we did some Britney Spears karaoke…followed by Bon Jovi, Black Eyed Peas, and Ashley Tisdale…I’m sure my friend is coming around to my voice. Obviously I also am going to have to have different singing styles as well (I mean really, more than the tone deaf style?) to match my current mood, current emotions…etc. I’m sure I’ll be rapping a lot and mostly about dance moves and my boots.

Speaking of things awesomely bad, Ryan Reynolds…I’ve recently become addicted to Men’s Health Magazine, I could lie and say that I like to read the health articles, and work out tips but that’s a lie. They do articles on/interviews with men celebrities, which are meant to be motivational I guess, (Matthew Fox on Racing…cars!, Jason Statham on Interior Decorating his Home) and motivate me they do, to never be as big a douche as these Man celebrities some of the quotes are ridiculous and completely ego centric. I can see it now though, Next Month in Men’s Health Magazine!: Simon Summers on his One of a kind Singing Voice and his Boots! In the March issue Ryan Reynolds made a comparison between his motorcycle and my penis (oh wait that was me) and told me how to dress, really Ryan Reynolds the only cool thing about you is your wife, if only she wasn’t so smart! Other Awesomely bad things taken from the week: Kings of Leon (thanks 3OH!3) Yeah Yeah Yeahs, True Blood, crappy Pop stars doing electro/techno music that really isn’t electro/techno at all, and Season of Love by Shiny Toy Guns.

Lastly I’ve decided on trying to work out a schedule for my blog (no promises really!) Sunday week in preview-week in review/Monday new music review!/Wednesday I love this crappy song/Friday random segment…there we go wish me luck!