Monday, December 17, 2007

Update from the sunshine state Part I

Well the semester is over finally! I'm pretty sure I passed all of my classes, it was getting a little scary there for awhile. The Thursday of exam week I was done with school so I headed up to Traverse City. I wasn't even in town yet and I got pulled over by a cop. Oh joyus day! Well I deserved it I was going 75 in a 55, but everybody goes that fast on 115 it's just a fact. But since I looked cute and the cop was nice he only gave me 5 over instead of reckless driving. I didn't do much that night but bum around. I had lunch/dinner at Chilies with Chelsea and then went shopping while she was working at North Peak. After she got out we went back to her house and hit the hay because we had a big day of Snowboarding a head of us. Finally Friday the day I was waiting for snowboarding at Crystal Mountain. Since this was the last time I was going to see snow in 3 weeks I decided to kick the shit out of the slopes. Surprisingly it was not crowded making for an awesome day of no lines, sweet jumps, and some very tasty cheese fries. After that it was time to go home to Mount Pleasant to pack and then drive to Emily's so I could get on a plane for Florida the next afternoon. So my flight was supposed to take off at 1:25 but since the Detroit Airport was covered in ice my plane was late. My plane ended up taking off at about 2:20 from MBS but I had to catch another flight out of detriot that was going to leave at 3:25. We land in Detriot at 3:15 but didn't get off the plane until 3:20. I had 5 minutes to run from C terminal to A3 and if you know the DET airport...thats pretty far. Well I hauled ass in my ugg boots to make it just in time, just as I got on the plane they shut the boarding door. Thank God because if I didn't get on that plane the next plane took off the next day at noon. I got to Florida in one piece and apparently "brought the cold weather with me" It's a very comfortable 60 degrees but people are bringing out their winter parkas. It's very ammusing. As of late I am just relaxing, watching christmas movies, helping my brother with his homework, and trying not be attacked by the creeper next door. He did come to the door around 10am when I was watching A Haunting. He's like Can I come in and keep you might need someone to hold you during the scary show you're watching...uhhh NO!(VOMIT). He started to push the door open and said dude i don't want to fuck you and I shut the door in his face. Through the door he said well if you need anything I'll be next door everyday this week. After I locked all the doors I went and held my dog and continued my show. Obviously he didn't get the fact that I don't want to see him. Well Shit, thats when I decided I'm going to school with my mom tomorrow. Thats all for now. More updates from the sunshine state later.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Almost There!

Well the last day of classes was today. Thank the fucking lord. I'm supposed to be typing my term paper about Liszt and his sexiness but I have no motivation to do anything right now. Well except for typing my feelings for everyone to read. It's been a rocky semester to say the least. I took too many credits...21 to be exact. Well everybody said I was crazy but being the Taurus that I am said Fuck you I can do it. Well i should have listened. Instead of having A's and B's like I usually do I have 2 C's maybe three. I feel like a fuckin failure when I get a C in a class. To the the point where I look at my life in the future and see myself working at McDonalds. I know that I am blowing it out of proportion and life will go on blah blah blah. Right Now I feel like shit. I think that explains my drinking a half a bottle of wine, half a bottle of champain and smoking some illegal substances the other night. I just wanted to forget that the classes I'm floundering in the most are the one's in my major, well second major. How's that for a happy day. I thought sightsinging was bad...NO I did fuckin fantastic in that class compared to Broadcast History of New Technology or Cable Copyrighting where the teacher is not a big fan of me. The prof always says to me your writing is fantastic but you didn't underline this or you didn't double space these two lines. The assignments were all out of 11 points, and when he marks off for shit like that it makes for a pretty bad grade. AND the final project was a storyboard presentation. We had to make a 30 second Television commercial about a certain product. My assinged product was a mini chopper and on our assigned day we had to make a 10 min presentation. I spent hours working on it, drawing, gluing things together making sure everything was perfect. What did I get a C- yes all that work for that. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! I got marked down for using my pointer incorrectly..apparently I pointed with the wrong hand. I looked at my board for more than 5 sec instead of looking at the class that was like 5 point deduct. Oh and my favorite minus 4 for being gone on Monday. Well I couldn't help that now could I... My father scheduled my plane so I got back on fuckin Monday night. I mean I can see if I didn't try in the class and got those grades but to put my intelligent Lynzi brain on top of it and get those grades...makes me feel really LOW. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5....hold on I'm counting to ten........10. Okay mad rage over. But What I don't get is last fall Emily and I went out almost every weekend getting totally plastered and got way better grades than are getting put in the grade book this semester. At the end of last year I thought hey no more lessons, no more sightsinging, no more is going be a piece of cake. Well there are harder things to deal with than singing 3 lines of music in front of scott harding or playing a 20 min jury in front of the piano faculty. Those are things that I know how to do and do well. I play the piano well sightsinging was still a little iffy there at the end. Just the singing part....I am big fan of dictation. Things like this meaning the bad grades make me sit and think if I am going the right direction in life. We'll find out soon enough. I might just get my piano degree, become a hobo and sing khum ba ya around the campfire. Or I just need to calm the fuck down and go write my term paper about Liszt's sexiness. Good night. yes it's only 10 till 11 but I'm tired .......... Good night moon. Good night Cow jumping over the moon Good night brush and a bowl full of mush...I can't remember the rest.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

My Happy Place

That makes me sound like a crazy person but seriously this is one of my favorite places on earth. I have been a lot of places. Maybe it is because of the happy memories this place holds or just the beauty of it but I love it.

This is 12-mile beach campground it is located about twelve miles from Grand Marais, MI down a dirt road. These were probably some of the happiest times in my life. Camping was a real staple in my family, we did it all my life. In the summer this is where we went. I feel like I'm this old grandma looking back on her memories. No I'm just telling ya whats up. I also feel if I don't stop to see the good in life I'll be consumed by the bad. So here is my good.

These pictures are from a few years ago. Not the golden age of twelve mile but once I get those pictures out of storage I will scan them in. Below this is something my brother, me and all are other friends we met up there used to do. Cliff Jumping. To get to the beach you have to go down a dune. Instead of going gracefully down we leaped over trees and stumps on to the sand below. Looking back we probably good have broken body parts but we didnt' care.

Another thing we used to do was play sand football...this was serious business we would keep score and make out plays. We would play for hours and when we got hot we would jump in Lake Superior. It wasn't just my brother and I we met a couple other families up there and year after we would go back and see each other. We met actually over horrible circumstances, somebody drowned and all of our families went to save this guy. Well the guy didn't make it but all of us have a life long friendship. I learned to play the guitar around the campfire the first song I learned was Small Town Saturday Night by Hal Katchem. It's a corny song but it was fun. We inserted different words to say 12 mile on a saturday night. Probably about every night we would sing that and Wayne would play his guitar and harmonica. Oh glorious days. Anyways I'll talk later about fun times at twelve mile when I get more pictures.

Sunday, November 18, 2007


They say anywhere can be home as long as your with you're family. I disagree with that statement. Right now I feel like I don't have a home. I know this might sound like I'm whinning or whatever but just shut up and listen. I have been cursed out of Traverse City by the evil Jehovah's. Even though I love that place and I spent ten years there my family isn't there anymore just an empty house. Everytime I go back something bad happens. So I think the evil Jehovah's Witnesses cursed me when they had there meeting about my wrong doings. Then there is Mount Pleasant well who wants to call this home. That sounds kind of harsh. I have had a lot of good times here in Mount Pee Pee. Like trudging through the ice storm becuase we just had to have the first season of Grey's Anatomy, 11am theory freshman year: reading the sex column before Scott came in the room and listening to A.J Garr make some crase comment about it, staying up till 2am doing his take home quizzes that 80% of the class failed,telling Shannon to shut up when she tried to teach the class or do sudoku, crying before sightsinging test. hahahaha Now that I don't have to take those it makes me laugh to think how dumb I acted. It's just a singing test it's not brain surgery. Speaking of brain surgery watching our Sunday night specials of Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy. Oh Dr. McDreamy. More fun times sneaking alcohol to the Herrig classroom and drunkenly practice till all hours of the night. No wonder i didn't get anything done. Most recently drinking a whole bottle of wine during midterms becuase i couldn't handle having 21 credits. Also the Emily and Lynzi adventures which we always seem to get into some sort of trouble. The Paul Stanley concert, that wasn't trouble the party before it was but the concert was amazing. Our Halloween adventures to MSU and the Midland Cemetery. We always have our creeper, dude- bro, college boy stories. Never a dull moment. Then all the parties that none of remember because we drank too much tequilla.
I didn't me to go down memory lane but it makes me feel better to think about the good. Most of my friends are here in Mount Pleasant but it's not really a place I can fall on. A place where I can say honey I'm home. But if I have to make it that way so be it.
Now for the Florida stories which most of you have heard and some that I shouldn't say but am going to anyways. I have never felt uncomfortable with my family until this past holiday. My dad is off in lala land not realizing that my family really doesn't want to be there. He thinks it's cool it's 85 degrees on christmas. Everybody is secretly angry at each other but won't say it out loud so there is this think tension in the air. Especially with my grandparents because they moved up to T.C to be with my parents, and then two years later my parents moved. Oh boy Merry fuckin Christmas. To top it all off they have this creeper nieghbor and of course he is attracted to me. Because I am the old guy creeper magnet. Usually I am game for that but this guy made me feel really uncomfortable. I only knew the guy a day and he starts making sexual comments towards me. When I am attracted to a guy that is fine but when I am not... it's NOT fine and I get really freaked out. It doesn't help that he is married and has one year old. They are my parents only friends and were around all the time. He would find ways to get me alone. When my parents werent looking he would whisper crazy nasty stuff in my ear .asdlfkasdlfasdf He would say shit that should not be said to me. Yes I am 20 and this shouldn't bother me but it does. Okay lets back up I didn't his once before yes...but with a guy who I had feelings for. If the only thing Nick wanted was to get in my pants he didn't a very good job at getting there. He was not creepy, got to know me, and we became friends. Then everything else happened. This guy was like bam I am going to be a fuckin creeper. I can't tell my parents because they will say one of two things...I am just trying to stir up drama or they won't believe me at all. They are such nice people or he wouldn't do anything like that. blah blah blah
This is part of the reason I don't want to go down because this guy is pretty foward about what he is doing. He doesn't have a job, but his wife works. There is going to be week where I will be home alone becuase my parents will be working. FUCK THAT What is stopping him from coming over and doing the nasty. I will carry a can a mase around in my pocket. I swear to god I will burn his retinas out if he trys to do anything. He is ruining my chance to feel at home. Maybe I'm blowing this way out of proportion but strange place plus creeper next door equals Lynzi not staying there for long. I am going to live with Robin Zander peace!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

A few of My Favorite Things!

good times at CMU.

The ice storm of '06

Adrian Morris..she did more in 17 years than most people do in a lifetime...may I see you again someday love.


Zach used to hide in the dog cage when we played hide and seek. he didn't realize that the cage had holes in it so obviously we could see him. We also caught him eating dog food once.

My Rockstars
Tommy P my 12 string bass sex god. haha I have issues

Paul Stanley...or Stanley Harvey if you want to be precise. l like Paul Stanley better...but I would never want my last name to be Lynzi...thats just wierd.

and then there's Steve...he got me through the summer of 07... just don't stop believin

MORE LATER...this is a good start though.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

I give Public Schools a F!!!!!

Yes I give the public school system of american an F for failing to teach my generation to use their BRAIN. Let me give you a little background of where this rant is coming from. I am in TAI 170 which is a freshman level speech/theater class. yes i am a junior but I put it off to the last possible moment. These kids...wait I don't want to say kids..peers don't know a god damn thing. Things that should have been learned in middle school. For an example syntax or metaphor or smilies(i think that was 5th grade). Nobody knew what these things were I just sat back in shocked at the low literacy of all of my peers. I am not trying to sound naracassitic but honestly people read a book. Another thing that bothers me when my peers didn't know authors or styles of writing that are commen to every other educated person in the world. Sylvia Plath, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Charles Dickens, and some didn't even know Shakspeare. Well that folks is just a tragedy.
I'm not blaming them i am blaming the teachers in highschool for not teaching them these things. Or teaching it in a poor way so it didn't stick in their brains. Maybe I was blessed with a great education or maybe it was because my mom is a teacher or Maybe it's just because I listen in class. I don't know but come on America lets get people learning because aren't we supposed to know the basics BEFORE we come to college. College is like an extended learning, so we can broaden our minds to new and greater things. Maybe learning syntax and metaphores are new and great to some people. If that is the case that is really sad. The problem of pointless classes is getting better the more higher level classes i take, which is to be expected.
Back to the real problem of our pre college education. I think it all started...oh my god yes I am thinking. I think it all started with the concept of standardize testing. The bane of my exsitence. I am not a great standardize test taker AT ALL. To sit and regurtitate facts for a fuckin computer is pointless to me. Why is my intelligence measured by a set of questions that is not about anything but taking a test. Who the fuck thought that was a good idea? This is more apparent in History where the teacher only teaches what is going to be on the test and nothing else. Well yes JFK was assainated on Nov 22, 1963 by who they thought was lone gunman or thats what the teachers told us. That was it, thats all we got. No questions, nothing later it was to be used in ABCD or E answer. Now THAT is streching the mind.
I am just asking to cut the No child left behind act BULL SHIT and starting teaching.

Friday, October 26, 2007

2 Tickets and an Angry Phone Call!

Traverse City Round 2. It started off a lot better than the last visit. I wasn't staying with my grandparents...they didn't even know i was in town. I was hangin out with some friends and Oh and the cops are out and about as well. So I got pulled over for drunk driving last night. HA! I wasn't even drunk...I was thinking go down to bootleggers and wait for the drunks to get in their cars. Why are you pulling me over? Well apparently I had improper lane use. It was at 11:00 at night with nobody on the road and it just decided to pull me over. I think he was board. I said "Can I help you" He said "Give me your drivers licence and registration and I'll explain later." Okay well one problem I couldn't find my registration. Well fuck. So he took my liscence and told me he thought I was driving like a drunk. Whatever I drive a Saturn they blow in the wind of course i'm going to have improper lane use. I told him I was coming from North Peak and all I was doing was picking up my friend from work.
Which wasn't true...I was doing doing some major flirtation with this 34 year hott. Well he asked out but called me later to tell me had a girlfriend. whatever i'm over it.
Anyways I told him I wasn't drinking but he continued to not believe me. He told me he smelled alcohol on my breath so he told me to follow the pen. I almost lost it...i started laughing really hard, which didn't help the matter any. He gave me a warning and a fix it ticket for my lost the way it was under the seat. The next night after Rocky Horror in the exact same spot the cop pulled me over AGAIN. Well at this point I was fucking pissed off. My friend Chelsea was telling me I had to suck up to the cop...NO if they piss me off I'm going to act like I'm pissed off. I am not Fake. Well after that whole ordeal i just wanted to go to bed.
No trip to Traverse City would be complete with out a run in with Nick McAllister. I didn't actually see him but heard his sweet little voice on the phone. I was on my way out of town on M-37 and my former co-worker called me and asked me if I wanted to come over to the resturant. Well No. Why that is a very stupid question. Yes scott there are stupid questions. I started going off about how I didn't want to see Nick ..what an asshole fuck him...yeah i kind of lost it. All of this time I was on speakerphone. and I hear Nick's voice start yellin and carrying on in the background. Yelling at me. Man you a are fuckin 43 years old get a hold of yourself. The only way you can talk to me is through other people because you don't have the balls to apologize to my face. So i hung up on in him never to hear from any of them i think. I'll probably have more stories when I go up there again on the Nov. 17th.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Songs that Speak

Kelly Clarkson Lyrics...they speak to me.

Looks like I made a mess again
Heartbreak everywhere I step
This fire is getting hot again
But I touch the flame ‘cause I’m a curious cat
Creeping where I don’t belong
Finding out what I knew all along
Crying all alone
And it’s all my fault, all my fault

Yeah, I did it again...again

Oh, I’m getting tired of believing
Even sicker of pretending
That it’s not so bad, just wait it out
Oh, I think you’re feeding me lies again
The only good man left wasn’t him
And that’s how I feel right now so just let me be
Let me be

It seems every time I find a good man
He’s got a good little wife
I’m not jealous but I won’t lie
I don’t want to hear about your wonderful life
And babies everywhere I look
Trophy wives with their little black books
At this rate I’m gonna end up alone
It’s probably all my fault, all my fault

Oh, another dead end…again

Oh, I’m getting tired of believing
Even sicker of pretending

That it’s not so bad, just wait it out
Oh, I think you’re feeding me lies again
The only good man left wasn’t him
And that’s how I feel right now

Bitter pill that I’ve swallowed
Just how low can my heart sink
Fairy tales from so long ago
Save them for someone that’s not smart enough to know

‘Cause I, I’m getting tired of believing
I’m through pretending
Yeah I’m broken and sad so I’ll sit this one out
Oh I think you’re feeding me lies again
The only good man left wasn’t him
And that’s how I feel right now

How I feel right now
How I feel right now
How I feel right now
Let me be
How I feel right now
How I feel right now
How I feel right now
Let me be

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Letting Go!

Letting Go of things or events that have happened to me in the past seems to be a problem. When I get my heartbroken by death or love it takes a long time for me get over it. Then things trigger the event like a song or a place then the tears start to's just a mess. For an example the weekend I went back to Traverse City where I stayed with my grandparents. My parents don't live there anymore. I went to the beach to look at the amazing moon. Who was getting into his car but Nick McAllister. well fuck. Do I go talk to him? or Do I keep sitting on the rock by the water and pretend I don't want to jump on him like a mad women. Well I chose wisely some say and I kept sitting there. As I was driving away Journey came on the radio, then the water works turned on. Now that I look back it was probably pretty funny to watch but at the time I was hurting extremely badly. People that don't know the story of my love-affair with Nick McAllister really don't know what I'm talking about but that's okay. Don't read this Blog because i'm not going to explain it again. Anyways this whole encounter made me really upset. I mean i haven't touched him, talked to him or even listened to the voice messages in over 2 months. Which considering my track record is great. When things get broken off in a weird or abrupt way such as this I can't let it go. I need closure. But this time I had to provide my own closure, which through talking to friends and Scott Harding I have accomplished. Accomplished as in when people bring up his name I don't get really upset and start crying. Do I still think about him...Yes but I think of him as a relationship/affair past. Someone that I cared about, had good wronchy fun with, and thought I was cared about in return. Notice I didn't use the word love...I think that word is too often thrown around and people don't really meant it. Also Nick makes for a good character in my next screen play..Yes Nick your dirty laundry will be airing on the big screen. Ha! Don't piss Lynzi off or she'll exploit you. just kidding:) Wow! I didn't really mean to say that, but since nobody reads this I think I'm safe.

Saturday, September 22, 2007


What happens when someone steals from you? You get pissed and shake your fists to the heavens. But what happens if that person was your best friend. My best friend stole from me the first week i got to school this year. She was in my apartment and went into my bathroom while I was sleeping and stole a lot of my Mary Kay make- up. Which I know make-up is superficial but its the principle of it. You just don't steal from your friends. Also she stole $50 from my roommate. The way I found out was I went over to drop off some groceries i picked up for her at Meijers and there was my make-up sitting on her dresser. Also the money I used for Meijers was my roomates. I didn't get mad on the outside, I just took the make-up told her that it was mine and left. She tried to tell me that we have the same make-up which was total bull. Now it has been about a month and up until last week she hasn't called or even acknowledged my presence. I don't like being the person that holds these grudges, it makes me feel like total shit. It makes me heartbroken when i sit back and realized what I've lost. I lost one of the only people that understood me. Understood my thing for older guys and all of my quirks. Our phrase was "We don't judge here" Which we didn't...we spilled our guts to each other and gave our advice but didn't pass judgement. Now it has been 4 weeks since I 've called her or she has called me for that matter. She has not even said I'm sorry. We are in the same fraternity, Delta Omicron and she just acknowldged me for the first time the other day at open rush. I'm now thinking that I was too irrational in my thinking because I miss her like crazy. I miss the things we used to do, concerts we used to go to, and all those hours we spent on the phone. I hope things will get better with her, and we can get back to the way things used to be. OR is that the final straw, a friend stealing from you..should that be the reason to end a friendship. I don't know???

Stalkers, Crazies, and Creepers

What is with crazy guys? The guys that don't seem to let go of the relationship. The guys that are creepy, stalkerish, or they have some sort of mental issues. Those type of guys seem to flock to me and my friend. Some examples because these stories are always fun. The most recent one was my friend to protect her identity I am going to say Ashley and her "boyfriend" Joe. Joe was the most overproctecive boyfriend I have seen in a long long time. He called at least 10 times a day and asked what Ashley was doing and why. He would emotional abuse her and didn't respect her whats so ever. Whenever she would go out with us Joe would call "I don't undestand why you are going out with them, you should be talking with me" He was so selfish and didn't give her any space. Ashley didn't know how to stand up for herself. She would let joe walk all over her "Oh Joe is just like that...he said he's sorry for treating me like crap...he'll never do it again. Whatver that is load of crap. He would also manipulate her, and twist her words around to make him look like the victim . ALWAYS... So the other night after she spent 2 hours on the phone with Joe crying because Joe was yelling at her for hanging out with us. She kept saying I'm sorry Joe I'm so sorry. blah bah My roommates and I had an intervention with her. We sat her down after the converstion and said Ashley this can not go on any longer, he is not a stable person and her treats you like CRAP. She said I know...I don't know if can break up with him. I said you have too...he is not going to change no matter what you say or do. We decided to do an experiment ;since he calls 10 times a day we told Ashley to not answer the phone for the entire day. We told her the only call you should make is the one that would break the relationship. I am not joking you...he called over 200 times. What kind of crazy ass does that. Fuck. All his messages were him crying and then they started to get threatening. This was a big red flag to Ashley that said I need to end this tonight. I was so proud of her that night when she took charge over the phone. On the other end of the phone i've never heard anything more pathetic in my life. He was actually crying, i call it blubbering, to her and saying I'm sorry I'll change..I have changed ...I will make your life perfect if you give me one more chance. Ashley has given him more than enough chances. The converstion got to the point where it was funny. After two hours of him carrying on she ended, she told him to let her go and he was not to come up. Joe said no we have plans I'm coming up. NOOOOO! Well we new then that things were going to get ugly. About three hours later he shows up at the door. He started banging and we didn't answer. Then he goes around to all the windows and starts throwing things at them. Thank GOd we live on the second floor. We finally just said fuck it and we called the police. They came and escorted him off the property. Ashley fearing for her saftey got picked up by her cousin to go have a relaxing weekend.

That is just one of the many crazy people I have encountered in the past 6 months. My stories include things such as creepers at parties that won't leave me alone, to a bipolar boyfriend that one day loved me the next day I was fat whore, to a certain married man that just broke me. What 40 year old puts all that emotional stress on a 20 year old. I am type of person that has the constent need to help and fix people. Once he started telling me his sob stories...I got attached emotional and later physically. WHERE DO I FIND THESE PEOPLE???? And where are the normal people. The people that treat with respect, compliment you, people that don't get up on you on the first date. Where are you? I know of one...the person that appears from the outside perfect but who the hell knows anymore... I can't trust anyone...but I percieve him to have all the right characteristics of a good, respectable yet totally fab male figure. He is happily married with a little girl so i have learned my lesson there...hands off. I have known him for about 2 years and form now on he is going to be my standard for men. Things that he does that guys that I've been with should take some fucking notes: Complimenting my outfitts and everyones for that matter, he notices little details: like if someone gets a hair cut, treating everyone with the respect the way they deserve, he is very intelligent: i can actually have a decent conversation with him imagine that, a great listener, and oh he knows how to dress. He is very comfortable in his skin which shows, but not in a pompas assholish way. Those are all the general things and then we have the fact that we have similar tastes in music which most of our conversations are based on. And we have similar political views so that makes life a little easier when you don't have to defend yourself all the time. Why don't people like him exsist in the single world. My god! I am just at my wits end with all of this shit. I am tired of people getting too clingy and stalking me, not treating me with respect and fucking breaking my heart.

This song is by Sugarland...kind of sums up how I feel.

I've been sitting here staring at the clock on the wall
And I've been laying here praying, praying she won't call
It's just another call from home
And you'll get it and be gone
And I'll be crying

And I'll be begging you, baby
Beg you not to leave
But I'll be left here waiting
With my Heart on my sleeve
Oh, for the next time we'll be here
Seems like a million years
And I think I'm dying

What do I have to do to make you see
She can't love you like me?

Why don't you stay
I'm down on my knees
I'm so tired of being lonely
Don't I give you what you need
When she calls you to go
There is one thing you should know
We don't have to live this way
Baby, why don't you stay

You keep telling me, baby
There will come a time
When you will leave her arms
And forever be in mine
But I don't think that's the truth
And I don't like being used and I'm tired of waiting
It's too much pain to have to bear
To love a man you have to share

Why don't you stay
I'm down on my knees
I'm so tired of being lonely
Don't I give you what you need
When she calls you to go
There is one thing you should know
We don't have to live this way
Baby, why don't you stay

I can't take it any longer
But my will is getting stronger
And I think I know just what I have to do
I can't waste another minute
After all that I've put in it
I've given you my best
Why does she get the best of you
So next time you find you wanna leave her bed for mine

Why don't you stay
I'm up off my knees
I'm so tired of being lonely
You can't give me what I need
When she begs you not to go
There is one thing you should know
I don't have to live this way
Baby, why don't you stay, yeah

and thats my sob story for the day I'll stop now! oh and I didn't beg...I felt like it but retrained myself.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Generation X-Nay?

I was just watching the Cobert Report and we as generation were refered to as genereation X-nay. He was talking about the guy that got tasered at the John Kerry Speech on the campus of University of Florida. He got tasered for what shooting off his mouth at John Kerry telling him he was in skull and Bones with Bush. That is no reason to taser somebody by any means. The thing that came to my attention was the students in the background were just sitting there like bambi in headlights. They did nothing to help their fellow student. Yes they might get tasered or put in jail themselves but honestly help a guy out. Cobert then talked about the fact that we are a youtube, blogging generation. If we want to stand up for something we don't actually do it, we blog about it. Or the other reason he thought that the students didn't help out was they are to used to watching youtube videos. How many times do you go on you tube and watch a guy getting hit by two cars at once or a guy getting thrown out of window; just jackass events. We are so used to watching horrible acts of violence that when it comes down to the wire we watch the event like it was movie. I don't know, I feel that I would step in and help. I am loud an obnoixous in my opinions in the first place, so I would probably get tasered as well. I don't think you can categorize a whole generation as lazy side liners that don't take action. Generation X-Nay, I think we are better than that.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

thoughts of the day

Okay this is a big time waister. I should be doing other things but some how i get stuck on the computer stalking people on facebook or watching you tube videos. This is what not practicing has brought to me... a life of computers, reading, and getting fat. No not really but it had a nice ring to it. I haven't touched my piano in 4 months now and kind of miss it. I really did hate the piano at the end of last year. That consistent nagging in my head of your not lang lang so why even play. It just broke me down so i decided if i can't take the heat I would step out of the kitchen for awhile. Maybe I'll start playing this semester again just for fun. I have to do my advanced ensemble sometime but I thought instead of doing the classic lets make a quartet and playing boring music that nobody will listen too... why not start a rock band. That would make the whole music faculty besides Scott keel over and die. I think it would be more beneficial to study something that I enjoy than something that I wouldn't get anything out of because i'm bored to tears aka classical quartets. I mean don't get me wrong I respect muscians you do them but it's just not for me. On that subject Why can't there be a major of Rock n Roll. Please somebody tell me. Jazz was once said to be an unacceptable major, I mean Central doesn't have it but many other places do. There is more to Rock n Roll then just power chords people!!! Lets get with the times.