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Name: Harrison Country: United States State: New York Birthday: 1/5/1987 Gender: Male
Interests: Playing guitar. Hanging out with friends. Music: The Strokes, Mooney Suzuki, Weezer, Ozma, Pink Floyd, Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Tribe Called Quest, Wilco, Billy Brag, Vines, Velvet Underground, John Coltrane, Miles Davis, Wes Montegomery, Grant Green, Charlie Parker and any thing else that seems interesting.
Expertise: Hopefully one day I will be a studio producer and continue to hone my guitarness
Occupation: Student Industry: Art
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Member Since:
9/24/2002
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| I was sitting on the bus about 4 minutes before Zach came on. When he arived he looked at me in usual manner. He had his newspaper in his hand along with his early morning croissant in the other. He sat down and I immediatly told him that I ended the xanga that was Dopenose15. It just seemed like it was time. He asked, "When did you decide this?" and I said, "This morning. I woke up and said it had to end.". And then we talked a bit more. And why I should do it. I told him that there was a cast party dinner thing and he asked really and I said yes. Then we went back to our Xanga conversation. I told him that Xanga has morphed into something where instead of people talking about their day, they question life and how it fucking ticks. They make metaphors comparing things that have nothing to do with eachother. But for some reason, that is the hip thing to do on Xanga. Well, I don't want to question life.
Zach then said that not everyone does that. We named a few people. I said his Xanga was always entertaining to read, and Blum's was too. Even though Blum's can get a bit annoying. By this time, our conversation was put on halt due to Karina walking to the bus at an extra slow pace. I believe we all called her a fat girl and then we picked up our conversation after she could almost not fit in the space between the seats.
The original post on here just said "It's over, and I'm not posting here anymore." or something to that degree. I then said I needed to kill it with a bang. Zach suggested I just write bang and say it's dead, but I didn't like that suggestion. A little time passed and then I said, "I'm going to end it with our conversation on the bus.". I'm sure that Zach only liked the idea because he was going to be involved in my last xanga entry, but he did seem to like my idea. And so it was.
The xanga eCommunity has now been full of people who question, or the newbie types who are just a waste of 1's and 0's. It's going to end sooner or later, just like every other fad that comes about, internet or not. I'm just going to end it now instead of later.
Thanks for reading my Xanga. Thanks for the comments/eProps. See ya. | | |
| Concerts to see:
Red Hot Chili Peppers - May 19th
Lollapalooza - Sometime this summer | | |
| This town is only used to have weekend blurs. Nothing good comes out of it, unless you're 40 or something. | | |
| "It's like an egg on wheels, and we're the yolks."
That is what my drivers ed. teacher said today in my theory class at 8 AM. This class is a complete waste of my time. The most exciting thing is when we had to pick partners for out so called time groups. If she calls 2 or 4 o'clock, I have Blum as my partner. Blum wins award as person I know the best in the class. Congrats Blum.
I'm going to see the play tonight after band practice. Oliver, his wife Danielle, Maurice and I will attend Our Town and then go to the cast party. That's what the plan is. We'll see if it goes through.
Burst of creativity, I wrote three songs yesterday. It was weird. I go through almost two weeks with nothing that could be used, and then I get this. It was great.
I can't find my Badly Drawn Boy CD. This sucks. So I listen to this.
Now Playing: Emo's Big Hip-Hop Mix Voume 1 | | |
| The snow is so sexy. I want to do the snow. White as milk. If not, whiter.
Fuck school and all that it stands for. The weather has spoken. It doesn't like school either. Thanks Mr. Weather. You're the man!
Give me two full days of this snow and no snowboarding involved, and I'll hate it as much as every parent who must drive today. Haha, suckers. | | |
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