Load Off My Back

I woke up yesterday to my Mother yelling at me to get out of bed and read the mail she had just found. I stayed in my bed and opened the mail, which informed me that I had received a $64,000 academic scholarship over 4 years to Hofstra. I shot out of bed like my little sister did on Christmas morning, I was so happy and relieved. My chances of being able to afford that school are now HUGELY improved.
As if that wasn't enough, I also finally was able to put in the order for the rest of my recording equipment! It's like everything in my life that has been missing finally came together in one day. We had to spend $286 from the band fund and $605 came out of my pocket. I couldn't think of a more valuable thing to spend that kind of money on, maybe that makes me weird.
I went to Trotta's house and took him to Burger King with me because I was starving. We discussed the fact that we weren't going to tell anyone how many songs are on Mumbles and Whispers and that we wouldn't reveal the album art until we make a flyer for the release show. We got back in the car and listened to a lot of the Best of the Worst cuz we love them. After hanging around for awhile we went to get dinner at some Japanese place in Eltingville and Trotta told me to order the chicken teriyaki bento box. It was $17 !!!! He justified that by saying that it was in celebration of my scholarship. Note the fact that he in no way paid for me. I wasn't even hungry, I was still full from the BK Double Stack from before.
We went to the Richmond Knights show. I was in a weird state because I was so totally un-used to going to a local show and not being on the bill. It was a fun show, though. During their cover of Rocketrocketrocketship by the Arrogant Sons of Bitches, I went up and played Cole's saxaphone (I do not know how to play saxaphone).
The rest of the night was fun but I don't feel like detailing it.

My Side Project

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Physically Miserable

The past two days I have been pretty sick, sore throat and a massive headache. I slept until work both days (that's right, I slept till FOUR). Somehow, I was able to write and record a 2 minute punk song tonight, completely out of nowhere. It's not for Curious Volume, it's too simple. I'll probably make a myspace page for my solo stuff at some point. Also, today I finished all that I could of the album art for Curious Volume's upcoming full-length CD, officially titled Mumbles and Whispers. It looksgood in a crappy raw way and I hope you all hate it. What?

Christmas!

What a great Christmas so far. My Uncle Steve and his girlfriend and my grandparents stayed over last night, and I love them. I wish my little cousin (more like my little brother) Alex could have been there for Christmas Eve, but he was sick in bed. I really missed him.

Some cool stuff I got:
*A Garmin GPS (I have THE WORST sense of direction)
*An 8GB iPod Nano (no, YOU'RE gay)
*New bedsheets
*Awesome shirts from Bustedtees.com
*$$

I don't deserve it, I'm grateful. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!

New York City, NY

Last night, I went to the city with Trotta, Corey Carpinelli, Jeff Scott, Carly Wine, and Sam Revello and it was embarrasingly awesome.

Half Hillarious/Half Horrible

Curious Volume had an amazing band practice yesterday. I got my Dad's beautiful crappy old Casio keyboard plugged into my guitar amp, and we put together a song I've had written for awhile now, and we were able to use the keyboard. Jeff Scott was at our practice too, so we did like 5 sloppy Arrogant Sons of Bitches covers, which is always so much fun. Working on harmonies was funny, because my practice room gets so loud that Trotta and I had no ability to hear afterward. This part of my day: excellent.

Then I started trying to plan the trip to the city. Originally, about 20 people were set to come. Well, all that were ACTUALLY ready and able to come included 7 guys and 2 girls, one of whom is taken. AND it was like 5 degrees out, AND my parents were giving me shit beyond shit about it. So we decided that maybe we'd have better luck the next day, when more people could come. We showed up at the transit center to make plans. Well, some of my friends apparently were really pissed off (at me) for being late and for proposing this idea of going the next day, and proceeded to not speak to me and to ditch me, without much explanation. I really hate having to be the one who organizes everything, because I guess everyone is blaming me now that nobody could actually go. I tried harder than anyone to make it work, but it's made like I'm an asshole who doesn't care. So I was insulted and really upset and confused the rest of the night. This part of the day: frustrating/depressing/confusing.

With going to the city out of the plans, Trotta, Joe Barone, Jeff Scott, Cimags, and I decided to go to Red Apple, where they have all-you-can-eat sushi for $20. I ordered 7 types of rolls (7x6=42 rolls total) and had to try to finish both plates so as to avoid paying $1 for every roll I didn't finish. This sushi was very very mediocre, and kind of warm. I actually wouldn't be shocked if I got food poisoning, because our orders were ready withing 2 minutes, and everyone else got a lot also. It was really funny though, trying to finish them all just for the principle of it and flushing some down the toilet and pushing some into the soda cans to hide them. Basically I got about $150 worth of sushi for $20. Should I be suspicious of this? Probably. But do I have testosterone in my blood? Apparently. Needless to say, I will literally never have to eat again, for the rest of my life. It was a lot of fun just hanging out, annoying the waitresses (yet another recipe for disaster we didn't think about...) and eating with the boys. This part of the night: very good.

After we dropped Joe Barone off (he lives by the bridge) and Cimags went off to hang out with some girl cuz he's a G, we went to Jeff's house for like 2 seconds, and he had a WOW raid to attend to so he didn't come back out. So Trotta and I went back to my house and then to the mall (yeah, that's 2 days in a fucking row) to meet up with Danielle, Janine, and Victor. Because Trotta knows everyone, we ran into another hundred people we knew and that was kinda cool. Some black guy had the same sneakers on as Trotta, which was awkward. We ran into Dom Manzi from Kids Carry Germs and he was extremely high, he told us to go to Perla's house. Which we did. On our way out of the mall, we saw Cimags! We were literally walking out at the same time. He had come to pick up a phone charger for his new car, which is quite nice (2005 Mitsubishi Galant). So he came with us to Perla's and on Perla's block, we saw ROB DAUNT, who is an asshole that I really really missed and was extremely happy to see. So he came to Perla's also. We basically just hung out and talked in Perla's basement and Trotta was able to have the Stella Artois he had left there a few weeks ago, after leaving it outside to get cold. Then I went home at 11, because I felt bad that my parents had work in the morning and I'd be keeping them up. I'm really happy that I got through the day without getting in an ounce of trouble with my parents. If I had gone to the city, however, it would have been a different story. Anyway, this part of the night: fucking funny.

Irony: After our meal at Red Apple, they gave us complimentary butterscotch. Butterscotch is the most popular example of something that is bittersweet. That whole day was bittersweet.

My Day and My Bad Dream

Yesterday was a good day. I took Trotta on a man-date at 1:45 to see Yes Man. What an amazing movie. I told Trotta that I think the only instructions the director (Peyton Reed, who directed "the Break Up", another awesome movie) had to give Zooey Deschanel was to be as incredibly cute as possible. I fell in love. Of course, Jim Carrey was incredible. If Jim Carrey was in a movie called "Watching Paint Dry" I'd go see it.
After the movie, we went to the mall because I still didn't get anything for my dad for Christmas. The mall really is a terrible place. I mean, it's great because you see a lot of people you know and stuff, but something in the lighting and the fact that I'm walking with my jacket on really drains me. Tough life, right? I felt sick most of the time because of all the butter from the popcorn, but it put me in some weird trance. It was terrible and good at the same time. I swear Trotta knows absolutely everyone. Kids in the mall approach him like he's a celebrity. That's why we call him the Mayor. So yeah, the mall was terrible, but hanging with Trotta makes it ok. We met up with Joe Barone before leaving and we all went to my house, and I made us my famous quesadillas. They went to hang out and I felt like staying in, because I'm going to the city tonight. So the rest of the night, I had a pretty huge arguement that actually really helped me see things more clearly and provided some closure for me finally. First I was upset, now I'm actually kind of glad. My friends were there for me as usual.
Oh and then I had a horrible dream. Someone stole da Woo! If you don't know what da Woo is, it's my 2001 Daewoo Lanos that some would consider a piece of shit, but it's my baby. In the dream, I was in some parking lot and I was looking for my car. I finally found it, so I turned around to tell my friends. When I turned back, the da Woo was gone. I saw the thief peel away at a speed that da Woo could only go in my dreams. For some reason, I had a pair of goggles in my hand, so I threw them at the car (duh, what would YOU do?) and missed. And da Woo was gone. Then I woke up and looked outside and it was in my driveway. The End.

"15 Minutes" lyrics

Wrote this in November of 2008. The way I'm explaining this one is in a different format than I usually use because I'm using the explanation I gave in an online conversation, only edited so that it makes sense. Right off the bat I have to say that the message is NOT suicidal, it's just about the possibility of an unexpected death and the reactions that come along with it. Read the lyrics before you read the explaination, or at least read them together. I'm the fuckin' boss, bro!

What if I don't wake up in the morning?
If everything I was to you was lost?
Words and pictures on my walls...
take them down and burn them all
Goosebumps decorate my dumb skin
There's a goddamn pillow in my lungs
Just turn off the television
I haven't watched that thing in years

Who knows anything these days?
I find the things I'm most certain of turn around and punch me in the face

Phony slogans and pretty words
They will get what they deserve

How come everyone understands me
for the 15 minutes that they hear me out
"Oh my God, you hit the nail on the head," they say
But somehow, they manage to forget it all and move on
I've had enough of all the letdowns
It's harder to lose something you've had and loved
You're too distracted to see it slip on through your grip
and you never for a second thought you'd have to give it up

Looking back on my mistakes, I can't help but smile
cuz whenever i mess things up, they tend to stay messed up for awhile
Look at me, I'm owning up
in an effort to move on
But I'm only kidding myself if I don't accept the fact that they won't get me 'till I'm gone

Ain't it funny how we get excited
and throw ourselves face-first into the mundane?
It takes the bright white sheets of the hospital bed for you to realize
whether or not you're satisfied with you're life
I sit back and laugh and I appease them
Hell, it's worth it in the end
Destiny is something you and I can't control
and that's why I hope you'll always be my friend

If you were to die
Well, you know damn well
the inevitable fact that
I wouldn't be too far behind
And when we finally reach that place,
"NO REGRETS! NO REGRETS!" is what we'll say

I take everything for granted
We are all guilty of that
The harder I tried to hang on tight
the harder it became to stay up
I can't apologize for my feelings
and it's futile to sit here trying to hide
The fact of the matter is that we all know everything
it just all comes down to our willingness to abandon every disguise

Looking back on my mistakes, I can't help but smile
cuz whenever i mess things up, they tend to stay messed up for awhile
Look at me, I'm owning up
in an effort to move on
But I'm only kidding myself if I don't accept the fact that they won't get me 'till I'm gone

What if I don't wake up in the morning?
What then?

Explaination
1st verse

is just a paranoia i get sometimes

like how random death can be

So what if it just happened to me? What would everyone do? Would I have died satisfied? and so on



Then those 2 little lines are about how I've been wrong so often while
I was SURE I was right. Basically I'm not mature enough to know what I
need in a relationship, this is what I've learned.



Then the "slogans" line is about the trendy people that won't be happy
in the end (yes, inspired by Barack Obama supporters who only knew his
catchphrases).



2nd verse

I don't know, it's pretty self-explainatory

Because it's frustrating when people read my lyrics or my writing and
are like "Youre so right!" and then it just doesnt affect them at
all...I feel like they're bullshitting me.

The word "letdown" was going to be "bullshit" but I've been trying to curse less.



Then the next part is a Chorus i guess,

because it's repeated later.

And the line about no one getting me 'till im gone is how me and Trotta feel.

We're the only ones who truly understand each other and have the same exact dream and desire

and have the same struggle

and really no one is gonna care about what i wrote until i like die unexpectedly or something

and no one will really appreciate Trotta until he's not there for them anymore like he always is no matter what.



3rd verse

is about how we dont put things into perspective enough

and the last line of that part is really simple but i think really meaningful, it's also directed toward Trotta



Then the next part that starts with "if you were to die"

is about how i literally couldnt live without Trotta.

Like, we made a pact that if one of us goes, the other does too.

Just because thats what we really want.

We fight all the time

but its cuz we're struggling through everything together

and its exactly how we want it to be.

There is no one in the world that has our friendship, not even actual brothers.

It always stuns me how me and him were put in the same school and came to just understand each other so perfectly.

My mom was 50/50 on whether to put me in St. Clare or P.S. 8 in Kindergarten.

I can honestly say I'd be an entirely different person if i didnt experience everything ive experienced with Trotta

I'm really lucky



Last verse

is pretty much about my last breakup

how i was trying to run away from the fact that I didn't love her anymore.

It's not fair to anyone to hide from feelings like that. It's al a part
of growing up and coming to terms with your true feelings or whatever.



And then the last 2 lines after the last chorus thing are just questions i wonder.

"Thoughts From the Eltingville/Annadale Train Station" lyrics

ELTINGVILLE
This song was recorded in my garage on my dad's 12-track with one microphone and one acoustic guitar that I got for free with my old Marshall amplifier. My dad produced it, because I trust him more than any other musical mind I know. The rest of the band had never heard the song at all until I recorded it, which is undoubtedly a first. I wrote the music then the lyrics (I remember this because I only recorded it about a week prior to me writing this and wrote it about two weeks prior to that). These lyrics are new for me because I've never really written any depressed-ish songs. Actually, it may come off as hopeless and depressed, but the true attitude I have in these lyrics is that we are so weak as human beings and when we fool ourselves into believing we can understand what is beyond our natural capabilities is just a waste of time. It was so easy to write, on the other hand, because I took directly from real life experiences. ex: the very first line refers to a night that I walked to my girlfriend's house. I waited for the little white man on the street sign to tell me I can go, and when I crossed that intersection in Eltingville across from Burger King, some asshole came through and made a turn right into my upper leg, and then just took off. I fell, got back up, called my girlfriend and told her and laughed about it, because I had been having a HORRIBLE day and that was just a really funny, ironic event to cap it all off. I was fine, not even a scratch, just a little shock. Other references you may or not want to know about are the Funky Diner, which does exist in New York City and the place is decorated with modern art (which I usually don't like, except for there) and Jones Sodas. It's my favorite restaurant in the entire world. Also, it got its title from the fact that when I sit at the train station, (which, in Staten Island, can last awhile) I seem to have it 'all figured out' in some way. It also includes the frustrations on having a Wendy's salary and struggling to get any kind of job in the first place and other general things that have a draining effect. But you accept it for what it is, do what you can, and move on. I could go on, but the Mets have been playing for like an hour now and I've disciplined myself for long enough to get a good explaination in.

I've been carelessly crossing
Busy intersections
And applying to jobs just to feel the rejection
Me and the bus...
We got something in common
Cuz all we want is change
If you give me a dollar
I will sing about your soul
I'll say whatever comes in my head
You'll forget all you used to know
We can catch a train to the ferry
And sail into the city
Go for sodas at the Funky Diner
and never come back home

The phone seems to get real shy
When you stare at it for an hour straight, yes I can testify
That the more you care and the harder you try
The more you'll lose and the harder you'll cry
And I don't know if she'll ever feel the same...
So I'll ride my bike to heaven
Fall back to Staten Island
Cuz I can use the exercise
and you can use the time to think

Life is a song
We try to sing along
But the words are mumbled, so we can't understand
...mumbled and whispered and we're never gonna understand

ANNADALE
This song is almost the opposite of Eltingville. What I mean by that is that Eltingville Thoughts is about uncertainty and accepting the fact that we'll never know. By the end of THIS song, however, I am completely certain of everything- everything has fallen into place and begun to make sense. This song was written at probably one of the saddest point in my life, yet for some reason I had this sick determined hope. I felt like I KNEW everything would be okay, and, although it didn't happen the way I intended it to, it was true. It has to do with a breakup that happened after a year of going out that kinda crushed me for awhile, but like I said, it's all totally ok. We'll always have a bond of great friendship that I'm pretty sure I'm singing about in this song, so all is well. At the time I was listening to a lot of Sublime, as evident in the music. This song also flows right into Bigtime, which was intentional. I wrote it in late June of '08.

I know that I will never understand
Why the bad things happen
And how to make them end
But there's one thing I know
One thing I know for sure, and it's that
You were meant to be mine
And I was meant to be yours
And now that life has dealt me this crushing blow to the face
It's never been more clear to me that no one else could ever take your place

Why should we pretend
That this could ever end?
What we had, we both know
We could never let go
It's a joke to think
That what we had
We could ever let go

I remember every ounce of pain I felt
The day you walked away and you left me there to melt
and I told you, I told you right away
That you and I we both know that this is a mistake
and I said 'Someday it will hit you, like a speeding 18-wheeler
delivering regret from Staten Island to wherever you are

Why should we pretend
That this could ever end?
What we had, we both know
We could never let go
It's a joke to think
That what we had
We could ever let go

I don't need a job to make me rich
cuz I feel like a million dollars every time we kiss
We could catch a train to the ferry, and talk about life
and I can swear that I will love you till the day we die
cuz there ain't a shadow of a doubt...

"Any Other Night" lyrics

I wrote this song in 2007 as well and, basically, it deals with the only thing that truly matters. If our life was to end, would it be okay? I think that's why I'm not afraid to go on rollercoasters (I know, I'm a badass). Because when I'm at an amusement park I am having an awesome time and I feel that if I were to die, then so be it. I don't try to screw with fate. There's worse ways to go anyway. This is also about what I actually consider 'happiness'. You might notice a recurring line having to do with 'girl, guitar, and friends'. These are the only things I need in my life: I need to have love and be loved by my one and only girl. I need the ability to make music and write things and tell you people who read things like this how I feel about life and hopefully have some kind of influence. And I need my friends- there are some nights that I've spent with my friends that stand out in my mind as the epitome of happiness, to the point where it's all just a wonderful blur. When I typed these lyrics out, I said that I wouldn't write a huge explanation. Shit, I did. The music is what would usually be like 4 or 5 different songs, but each section reflects what I'm saying in the lyrics appropriately, and that is how I write songs. If you don't like it, listen to Nickelback.

And on the day we die,
We're going down together, just like any other night
A one-way ticket to paradise
Wouldn't be worth anything without you by my side

If we die tonight- and this isn't hypothetical
Would we close our eyes and feel no pain, are we that comfortable?
If the answer is no, then who are we spiting?
Ignore all the slogans that you hear them reciting
We make up our own minds- don't need your influence
We can have our own fun without your filthy affluence
Just cuz it's a beautiful day

Every summer night, when everything is excellent
I'm riding on my bike
And everything makes so much sense
I got my girl, my guitar, and my friends
Got nothing to be sad about so why should I pretend?
It's the little things.....the stupid little things
That keep us all....sane
Listen, sir, we don't want your money
We didn't hafta pay to make this day so sunny
Oh, what a beautiful day

You can't get anywhere with dishonesty
And nothing brings more guilt than greed
If we spent half the time we spend moaning instead wearing smiles,
What more would we need?

Did we always do our best?
Will we stand out from the rest?
And on the day we die- will we be satisfied?
Will we be satisfied?
Did we always do our best?
Will we stand out from the rest?
And on the day we die- will we be satisfied?
Will we be satisfied?

And on the day we die,
We're going down together, just like any other night

"About Anything" lyrics

This song is interesting only because I wrote it from the point of view of someone else. That someone else happens to be Trotta. You see, ever since Trotta tried to write lyrics and kinda failed a long time ago, he's been discouraged and hasn't really had the balls to put pen to paper. So I took the initiative to be his balls. Cuz that's what best friends are for! This song is basically Trotta's life philosophy. He knows what is truly important, and when he does care about something, it's for good reason. He loves his friends more than anyone I've ever met, cuz he realizes that in the longrun, his true friends are gonna be the ones that matter to his life. When something shitty happens to him which most people get all depressed about, myself included, he just shrugs it off and moves on. I wish I could be like him and I wanted to convey his attitude in a song, so that's why this happened. This is one of the 'Shitting Songs'- songs which I wrote while sitting on the toilet in Cole's house at band practice. The musical style is nothing special, in my opinion, but it's really fun to play and jam on and punk out (yeah, it's really Suicide Machines-esque). This all came about in a way that I knew would be pleasing to Trotta, because he didn't hafta think too hard. And Cole has to play pretty fast, but he gets a cool little drum break area towards the end. I wrote it in late 2007. This song is so-titled because there are so many songs called 'I Don't Care' (Black Flag's song is the only one I could think of that really matters) that I would have regretted naming it thusly. Here it is.

You know you can't help it
All it is is a feeling that you can't decipher,
You can't decide for yourself
What could make this any better
Better than this, cuz this is bliss
Let us all stand together

You know I don't care
I don't care about anything
But I don't care about anything
No I don't care
I don't care about anything
But I don't care about anything

Better watch your pockets
Someone's trying to rip you off again. And again,
Life goes on
If you sweat the little things
They will be the means to your end
To your end, well

You know I don't care
I don't care about anything
But I don't care about anything
No I don't care
I don't care about anything
But I don't care about anything

No I don't care
I don't care about anything
But I don't care about anything
No I don't care
I don't care about anything
And I don't care about anything

"Bigtime" lyrics

Our filthiest song, containing several repetitions of the proverbial 'f-bomb' (I realize the f-bomb is metaphorical, but I'd rather call it proverbial, cuz I am writing this and thus am in control). But, looking beyond that, I think our 'fans' can really relate to this song. I get this feeling partially due to the fact that every time we play it, everyone rushes the stage to sing it. In fact, I bet YOU can relate to it. Have you ever messed up real bad, apologized, but didn't exactly mean it? I bet you have. And I know I have. So, I took a pen to the paper sometime around early 2006 I guess and wrote this symphony. The verses are influenced by the odd key changes of Sublime. The chorus, I'm not quite sure how that happened. That was all me I guess *blushes*.

There's nothing I need more now than a punch right to my face
An elbow to my waist
To be put in my place
I'm a rude, rude boy
Put here to rebel and annoy
And I know I will get just what I deserve
But enough is enough
Cuz I fucked up
And I deserve no mercy
Ignore my cries
Blindfold my eyes
I can take it

I fucked up bigtime, yeah I know

I am always thinkin'
About what will come of me?
What kind of person will I be?
Will I like past 23?
Cuz lately I've been all confused
About who I am and why I do what I do
But it all comes down to this
I don't give a shit : )
Friends, my girl, and my guitar
Will that ever get me far?
Well who cares?
I don't care
And that is why I'm here today
Paying up for my mistakes oh yeah oh yeah

I fucked up bigtime, yeah I know


I know I've made some bad choices
At this time I don't care
In my opinion, your opinion
Isn't fucking fair
I know I've made some bad choices
At this time I don't care
In my opinion, your opinion
Isn't fucking fair

I fucked up bigtime, yeah I know
I fucked up bigtime, yeah I know
I fucked up bigtime, yeah I know
I fucked up bigtime, yeah I know
I fucked up bigtime, yeah I know
I fucked up bigtime, yeah I know!!!!!!

"There Will Come a Day" lyrics

I wrote this song in '94 (no I didn't, I wrote it in early 2008). It's about specific people who I feel do not deserve any respect at all, however, in general, it is about people who abuse those less fortunate than them for no reason. There are millions of innocent kids every day that we watch get taken advantage of and many of us, myself included, are too weak to put a stop to it. However, as a guy named 'Jesus' (I think) once said, '...and the meek shall inherit the earth'. Someday, these kids will be rewarded for their suffering. The music, you will find, is a combination of influences, sometimes blatantly stealing from the Arrogant Sons of Bitches, Bomb the Music Industry!, and Streetlight Manifesto. Coincidentally, these are my favorite bands! Hell yeah!

Every time I look at you
The clearer it is, the clearer it becomes
That you're nothing but a selfish soul
And I can't wait 'till your judgement day does come
I'm glad I'm not 'perfect'- perfect like you
It makes me wonder
If you'll ever face the truth
And I bet it kills you to know that you've been figured out and
When it comes to your life-long show
The set is broken and the script's been burnt now

Well aren't you lucky?
You'll never know what it's like on the other side
Well yes I've been there
But I've learned 'sometimes you gotta just stop and sigh
...and wonder why'
And though I haven't seen the worst
I can't just stand by
And watch the innocent get hurt
And I want you to know
You're so easy to see through
Popularity comes and goes,
But guilt is bound to stick to you

We all know how things turn out
We all know how things turn out

In the end,
There's gonna be a twist of fate
There's redemtion at the pearly gates
I can't wait
There will come a day

In a time when conformity is how we judge beauty
It's a constant contest
Winner takes home her ego in a treasure chest
You'll regret and forget why you threw away your common sense
But it will be too late
You sway in the breeze
How did you ever get so weak

We all know how things turn out
We all know how things turn out

In the end,
There's gonna be a twist of fate
There's redemtion at the pearly gates
I can't wait
There will come a day

And the ones who took the abuse
From all of their pain will be loose
If the world is anything but cruel

In the end,
There's gonna be a twist of fate
There's redemtion at the pearly gates
I can't wait
There will come a day

And I bet it kills you to know
That you've been figured out and
'It's just not fair, It's just not fair'
Well now you know

Lyrics Intro

The following bunch of blogs will contain lyrics to some of the songs I've written with Curious Volume, along with explanations and stories and stuff. They are my pride and joy.

The explanations that go along with the songs were written awhile ago, so if they say anything that seem out-of-season (ie: talking about watching the Met game), just know that I wrote the explanation NOT in December of 2008.

Hello!

I will update this blog with the mundane events and thoughts of my day, so be sure to check. I have a feeling there will be many conversations and rants posted here as well as updates about my band and my videos.

My life right now consists of many decisions. Fun ones. Like what college I'm going to go to, what to do about the female population, and whether or not to grow up. As of today, I've been accepted to Hofstra, Fordham at Lincoln Center, and Iona. So far the only school that's given me any kind of money is Iona (a half-scholarship). I got a 1960 on my SAT and wrote some killer essays, so I am confident that once the other schools start giving out scholarships I'll be in good shape. Money is the only factor that could possibly keep me out of Hofstra. When I visited, it was the first time I was genuinely excited for college. I suddenly had direction, as I fell in love with the Communications and Theatre departments. I feel bad for the kids that think they will be happy settling for some lame business degree just to get by. If Curious Volume doesn't go anywhere, I want to have a career that I am actually passionate about. It's gotta include writing and comedy and acting and being creative. I think Hofstra will take me there. Anyway, I'm gonna go shower and start my day, which hopefully includes band practice and some form of sex.