Friday The 13th/Single Appreciation Day/President's Day Weekend

This weekend, DOMINATED.

So Friday was Friday the 13th. And all day I was like sweet no bad luck, pretty kick ass day. But then, just as I thought I got off scotch free, oh no, the worst possible thing in the world that could ever have happened to me happened. get ready, this might scare you and maek small children cry. THERE WAS A FUCKING 25cent INCREASE ON TOBACCO TAX. WTFFFFFF. $5.25 is WAY too much. But whatever, I guess i'll just start doing crack instead, it's cheaper.

Then came Saturday, Valentinne's Day, or as I like to call it: Single Appreciation Day. Which was pretty much a downer but whatever because the evening made it better. Hooray for super dank Valentine's Day party. Getting intoxicated always solves my problems and feelings of loneliness. I'm gonna start to bottle it and sell it.

Then it was Sunday. Sundays sucks. Especially when you have to go to work at 6 IN THE FUCKING A.M. That was not fun. So after that happened I thoguht my day was totally going to suck. But then, however, a certain associate of mine texted me and proposed that we drive to San Antonio just for shits and giggles. SO WE DID. Now i don't know if you've ever gone on a completely unnecessary road trip entirely based on impulse, but i highly recommend you do. It's the bomb.com. And of course there was a piss break taken at Buccee's which of course included the always delicious Beaver Nuggets. And then when we got to our final destination of a city 2 and a half hours away we met up with an old friend and chilllllllllllllled. Then we drove back and almost died due to a fuckin HEB 18-wheeler. And if that didn't get us then the insanely ridiculous, completely unnecessary, yet again ridiculous speed traps would. It was like being a deer on the first day of hunting season. One by one the cars slowly were being picked off the road. But there was much raving to techno at 12:30 in the morning somewhere in between Sealy and Schoolenburg so it alrite.

Monday. I slept. ALL DAY.


good times, good times.

Friday Nights

You know, I have to come to realize something. That the Friday night just isn't what it used to be anymore. It used to be non-stop partying until Saturday morning. Not sleeping. Not remembering who you did what with. Not worrying about life. Forgetting about bullshit.
Now the Friday is just a constant reminder of bullshit for me.
It just reminds of how exactly nothing really matters. For the 4th week in a row I have sat outside of a Starbucks after my band has practiced and smoked cigarettes until midnight then I go home.
But by doing this I have also come to realize.
We all bitch about how much our life sucsk when we don't go out on friday night.
However,
there are children,
young children,
hungry,
lonely,
children,
who have never even dreamed of a friday night.
The thought has never even crossed their mind. They live their lives in poverty with their only priority to survive. To keep their family alive. These are children. Just children. And then us, the general American public sit around and mope and bitch because we didn't go out on a friday night.
And here's the really pathetic part.
I know these truths.
I understand them.
Yet I still sit around and smoke and mope because I didn't do anything on a Friday night.
Such is life.
But why?




and oh yeah, speaking of the band,
go ahead and check it out: The Tallest Mountains Are Islands

Symphony

Tonight there is a bed whithout it's owner
Tomorrow there is a desk without an occupant
A friend without a friendship
A body without a soul
And he will be missed
But the soul lives on,
It is eternal,
He is eternal
He will never leave, not really
His body was a just an istrument
An instrument to orchestrate the symphony of his soul
Now it is complete
And it is beautiful
The most beautiful sound ever heard
And this sound will never be forgotten
Nor will it's orchestrator
For he is eternal
He is beautiful
He is not gone
Just moved on



Jacob Leen RIP
We all loved you man

masterbate.

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A Poem With No Titles Written AS I Continue Down The Page With No Prior Planning

It is Friday night. It is 2009. I am 17.
I spend my evening with friends but really alone smoking cigarettes outside of a starbucks which closed 2 hours ago.
It is Saturday night. It is 2007. I am 15.
I spend my evening at a girl's home hoping for a kiss. Because a simple kiss is all I desire.
It is Sunday night. It is 2001. I am 10.
I go to church with my family then spend my evening at home watching TV. But I was content with this.
It is Friday night. It is 2009. I am 17.
I am alone. Outside the same empty starbucks. Trading answerless phone calls with girls who seem to just not care. I spend the night trying to get in between legs of a woman.
It is Wednesay night. It is 1991. I am 2 minutes ago.
I spend my night leaving from between the legs of woman.
It is Saturday night. I am 15.
Kisses are now a regular thing. I am content.
It is Sunday night. I am 10.
I watch TV and do homework. I am content.
It is again Friday night. I am still 17.
I smoke cigarettes for comfort. I have lost my content with the world.
Time changes thing.
Time contorts things.
I used to be content.
I used to be so bright,
so naive,
such a joy to my mother.
It is 2009.
I am 17.
What happened?

I'm Back, from the fuckin grave

Alrite so yeah I know, its been awhile. Which is ironic because when I made this blog I was thinking "I swear to god i will not be one of those faggots who has a blog and updates it like a once a month and says 'It's been awhile'".

Well that's besides the point, the point is because of certain events which may have transpired over the past couple of days which society does not happen to look fondly upon, my computer privileges on the weekdays have been taken away. Yeah, pathetic. I know. I feel like I'm freakin 14 getting grounded from the computer. What the hell.

But anyways, I have acquired a computer and here I am.
So we should review whats been happening in my life:
My school BLOWS
My job BLOWS
My home life BLOWS
My girlfriend doesn't BLOW me
(just kidding there is no lady friend in mr.feelnothin's life, so the job's open)
But I think yall get the picture, I haven't been doin so hot. But whatever, shit happens.

On the up side though, my band has recently purchased a four track so the party is really startin now. (Recordings will be here shortly) So try not to pre-jac about that while you're waiting.

And my man Ben has decided that he is going to make a 52-part video series about each week of his life for a year. They dominate.
Here's Week One.
click it.
It's worth it. I promise.

and here's Week Two.
It's fun-tastic.
If you enjoy them.
Then keep up with 'em.
and then send him some love.

Well, this was just a brief little update, so that's all for now.
Expect something amazing tomorrow to make up for it.
So get excited.

party

Alrite so today, it was legit. I was gonna skip out on blogging today, but my associate brandon said NO. That I HAD to. So i am. wooo.
There was a party today. It was thowed. I had NO idea where I was. yeah.

Alrite. today sucked. here you go. a poem by me. that's all for today.
it's called plants.

Plants.

I am a plant,

some sort of vegetation,

not just any plant however,

a glorious plant.

a flower maybe,

just maybe.

But as all plants do

I need water to survive,

water to function.

Some plants get all the water,

take it up in their roots,

take it up for granted.

Some plants receive no water.

No matter how far they may extend their roots,

digging further and further into the soil,

they find no water.

They begin to discard water,

forget about it,

try to replace it with other substances:

artificial nutritients,

inane remnants of moisture,

pesticide.

I am a plant.

I am one of those plants.

Warship, Cigarettes, && SXSW!,

Warship
Supply & Depend
8.8/10

Alrite all you HxC kids, haha, if you're looking for a totally br000000tal album to get down on. This is it. Trust me, i know what I'm smokin about here. First off the opening track, comes in with a sweet little guitar melody followed up by some b-e-a-utiful vocals. Followed shortly then ater some relentless rage that only and ex-From Autumn To Ashes dude can dish out. Oh yeah kids, that's right. Rising from the ashes of From Autumn To Ashes. It's WARSHIP. Now comes the totally explosive second track "Profit Over People", and hot damn, it's explosive. I mean it's jsut pure adrenaline and fury fueled by almot southern-rock sounding guitar riffs, and amazing tom-cymbal-snare drumming. Gotta Love It. And of course, and I know yall do, have some not-so-hardcore friends who think hardcore dancing is for the birds. Show them up with some sweet poundage from this CD. PERFECT soundtrack for a sweaty hardcore dance session in your bedroom. (Trust me I know first hand, my dad walked in when I was doing it too, it was totally awkward. So I just told him I master-debating) But yeah, this totally jamming formula of melodic-hardcore-melodic-hardcore-mellow melodic-uber hardcore, pretty continues through out the album and will:
blow
your
face
off.
Now don't get me wrong, the album does have it's deliciously soft moments, and overall is a pretty balanced deal. So if you want some perfect driving music to 90 in a 65 to, this is it. bitches.


*LEGAL NOTE: mr.feelnothin and inc. does not condone nor support speeding in any way shape or form. Unless your stickin it to the man.*



So get excited!
SXSW line-up. It's up. Check it.
>>> http://www.sxsw.com/ <<<<


The long awaited cigarette cultural study. Love it.
Cigarettes && How You Hold Them. by: Mr. Feelnothin

The Professional/The Mr. Feelnothin
This is quite the high level technique. This clearly isn't your first rodeo here cowboy. And by cowboy I mean space pirate cowboy astronaut. This is used by mobsters, musicians, and kool kids worldwide. Also personally supported by myself.



Classic/ USDA Certified
You liek to kick it old school. You like to chill. I like that about you kid. You like your steak cooked medium-rare and that's the way you're gonna keep getting it. Word.




The Hardass
Bam. You don't play no games. Monopoly is your bitch. You puff hard man, and you play hardball. on roller skates. You like to speed in your massive truck and don't give a fuck. Keep it real homies.


=THE END=

Lunch With Ben-Ten, Fajita Flats, Ben's Amazing Photography

So today was fun filled with a some fine dining with Benjamin, as in Ben-Ten from the Alien Force. He's a cool dude. He takes cool photos. More on that exciting tid-bit soon to come.
We went to Fajita Flats, a swank little Mexican joint down Westheimer and Fondren. its the bomb. It gets wild at night full of fun birthday celebrations and plenty of spanking and head slappin to go around.

Alrite so without further ado, the beautiful works of Benjamin:


Pretty sweet huh?
He's the bee's knees.
That's just a cute little sampler I made for yall, much more later.
But for now, deffffinetely go to his flickr account or other wonderful sites featuring him in all hsi glory.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bengillin/
http://www.ihardlyknowher.com/bengillin
You better check it out.
Its goin hot right now, Like a fat kid sweating his balls off in a sauna next to Kimbo.

I'm reviewing Warship and posting a cultural study on cigarette holding techniques.
So yet again, get pumped.
See you tommorow.

Ba-Lean Wid It, Ba-rack Wid It, Obama is the mothafuckin president

ANIMAL COLLECTIVE
MERRIWEATHER POST PAVILION
10.5/10

Alrite so first off on today, I will start off with my review for the new Animal Collective, which pretty much dominates my face. Animal Collective has definitely taken their formula and spiced it up s notch and brought out what definitely could of the albums I'll see for awhile. Even starting at its beggining with the jam "My Girls", I knew I was in love. With that catchy little beat gelaming like Kanye's diamonds and then when that drum and bass comes in I literall splurge my pants. And if premature ejaculation (Pre-Jac for short) isn't enough to push you to buy an album then maybe the fact that you'll be singing "I don't mean/ To seem like I care about material things/ Like a social status" all day should. Shortly after that comes "Daily Rountine", which is definitely the new soundtrack to my, you know, daily routine, because of it's sweeter than chocolate lyrics and jammin beat. And then "Guy's Eyes"! Come on man just listen to it. Enough Said. I haven't even mentioned the totally crazy, still-yet-moving, acid trip album artwork. Overall, it's just slap-ya-mama good.





Yup, Obama's the president. No more problems. The whole world is solved. Gay marriage is legal, there's a concensus on abortion, no more hunger, no more rape because everyone is willing now! As if. He's just the new president, and I mean he is a pretty cool dude and definitely a pop-culture craze but he's jsut one man in a political system. But he's alrite. I'll give him a shot.
However, the media is fucking retarded. I swear to god if they walk up to one more black guy and say, "so how do you feel about finally having an African American in the White House", I will punch some kid in the face. African American? No. American man. If they have to be African American then all the white people will now have to go by European American. And thats all I have to say about that.
I do still feel bad for all the leaving cabinet members and President. Now they're jsut regular people. Sucks for them. Well, at least Obama's in office, it's all good, we're all happy. Party.





But I think we're all missing the big picture here.




Yo-Yo Ma's Super Kick Ass Performance!
Come on man that show melted my face off!
Now that is the American Dream right there.

MiLK Day, Pt. 2, YaYYYYYYY!

Alrite so after I posted that my mom got mad at me about homework and my grades eve though they're fine. Fuck that. I'm doing fine with my grades, some peopel just need something in their life to come down on someone on. (such as the stupid lady at the grocery store).
I personally believe that a little negativity in everyone's gives them an upbrining and makes them feel good. Human natures is fucking AWESOME!
But yeah the reason I am posting a part 2 to today is because I was doing my far-over due English homework about Thoreou and his thoughts on society in Walden. SO inspiration has struck me. Get ready for this:
I belive that society is a mold meant to keep each individual in line. Thus society is a personal crime to each individual within for individuality cannot exist within a system for a independent gear will bring down the machine. (Enter cencorship and socialism). Freedom and control both destroy each other and bussiness and greed as a human quality will alwyas fuck with peopel and their true. intentions. Thus why our economy is fucked. And I'm going to emphasize that thsi si exactly what big business deserves for trying to screw over the little guy by giving out loands and fines like fucking Easter eggs because they know people can't pay them back and then sucking up their interest fees. So long story short. People can't pay interest on the eggs. People don't have any eggs. Easter bunny gets fucked. Blames the people. Easter is found hanging off a bridge by his necktie with a note saying "sorry."

alrite well there you have it. My rant about the world and its currnet state of affairs. Take it or leave it.
Peace.

MiLK Day

Martin Luther King Day,

Today was MLK Day WOOHOO, and tommorw is Barack Obama Day, WOOHOO again.
Great Shit, you gotta love it, I just like to bask in all the racial equality. How can anyone be sad with all that going on?


^^ I mean look at that face you gotta love it


So I had to work today, that was fuckin great, I love dealing with stupid ass people at the grocery store. And there was this lady today too, this freakin old lady who comes in almost every weekend and just causes a problem, fuck her.
So she comes up to my register you know and I'm checking out her stuff and its all great, nothing has gone down yet so I'm happy, Its great. Then she leaves and I'm thikin "Sweet nothin happened", then she comes back in the store and is all like,
"You over charged me on this meat, its supposed to be $5.40 and you rang me up for $12.00"
And So I'm like,
"Alrite may I see this item?"
"Yeah, that's why I brought it over."
And this stupid bitch is retarded because the original price is freakin $11.47 so 12 bucks can't even come up in that situation so I'm like,
"Alrite maam. they probably mislabeled it just go back to customer care."
Then she gets all pissed off and throws a fit, and I'm tired of this shit every day so I let her have it. I tore her apart with diction and logic, it was great.
"Alrite maam come here, I just want to say that I'm sorry that your life is so insignificant and stupid that you have to come over to your local grocery store, my place of work, and cause problems to try to bring other peoples lives down to your level. Go fuck yourself."
Well that got her pissed and she went and complained about me at customer service. Blah Blah Blah.
And yeah, if you don't belive that actually happened then, fuck you, it did, go ask my fellow employees at the Kroger on Briar Forest and Dairy Ashford.

So enough about my shenanigans at work.
So after work today me and my friends decided to go down on shopping in Rice Village and what not.
I got some new shades. They're pretty sweet.
then we went and listned to some locla Houston rapper, Crakk City, He's a cool dude. Give him a shot. I've got his CD bumpin in my car at this very moment.

Alrite well that's it for now, see ya tommorwo or something.
I'm writing a review for the new Animal Collective CD. So get excited.