Wednesday, December 4, 2013

aLydanceparty! WINTER IS COMING



HOLY TITS BATMAN!

It has been entirely, ENTIRELY, too long since I have put anything on here. Whether it be, aLydanceparty! mixes or just some sort of entry... I need to work on that. I've got a couple of papers I want to get on here actually, they just need to be tweaked a bit to sound less... school-y and more real Aly-y...(?)

Life is... good. Life is different. Change is upon us once more... and it's scaring the hell out of me. But it's cool, I'm awesome. I've totally got this shit. wOot.

Check out this aLydanceparty! edition, and check back soon for updates... I fo'realz will be getting back on here more. 

Honest injun.




Dig; Incubus
...so when weakness turns my ego up, i know you'll count on the me from yesterday. if i turn into another, dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me, sing this song. remind me that we'll always have each other, when everything else is gone...


Wonderwall; Oasis
...i said maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me...


Bitter Sweet Symphony; The Verve
...i let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, i feel free now. but the airways are clean, and there's nobody singing to me now...


Make Me Proud; Drake
...everything's adding up, you've been through hell and back, that's why you're bad as fuck...


Stay; Florida Georgia Line
...i'd sell my soul just to see your face, and i'd break my bones just to heal your pain. in these times i need a saving grace, but time is runnin' out and i'm startin' to lose my faith. but if i told you i loved you, would it make you wanna stay? i'm sorry for the way i hurt you and makin' you walk away. and if i wrote you a love song and sang it to you everyday would it ever be enough to make you come back home and stay?...


Sympathy;  Goo Goo Dolls
...stranger than your sympathy and this is my apology, i killed myself from the inside out and all my fears have pushed you out. and i wished for things that i don't need, and what i chased won't set me free...


Broken; Seether feat Amy Lee
...cuz i'm broken when i'm open, and i don't feel like i am strong enough. 'cuz i'm broken when i'm lonesome, and i don't feel right when you're gone away...


Bound for the Floor; Local H
...and you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic, and you learn to accept it...


Low; Cracker
...sometimes i go and walk the street behind the green sheet of glass, a million miles below their feet....


She Ain't Right; Lee Brice
...she got her daddy's tongue and temper, sometimes her mouth could use a filter, God shook His head the day he built her, but i bet He smiled...


Name; Goo Goo Dolls
...don't make you sad to know that life is more than who we are? you grew up way too fast, and now there's nothing to believe. re-runs all become our history... i think about you all the time, but i don't need to sing. it's lonely where you are, come back down and i won't tell 'em your name...


Iris; Goo Goo Dolls
...and i'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause i know that you feel me somehow. you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be and i don't wanna go home right now. and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life. when sooner or later it's over i just don't wanna miss you tonight. and i don't want the world to see me, 'cause i don't think that they'd understand...


Crazy Girl; Eli Young Band
...crazy girl don't you know that i love you, and i ain't ever goin' no where. silly woman, come here let me hold you...


Best I Ever Had; Drake
...baby you my everything, you all i ever wanted. we could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it... i want this forever i swear i can spend whatever on it... and i say the same thing every single time, i say you the fuckin' best, you the fuckin' best, the best i ever had...


Tumbleweeds; Cady Wire
...she said make me come you sweet fucker, make it last...


Howlin' for You; The Black Keys
...i must admit, i can't explain any of these thoughts racin' through my brain, it's true, but baby i'm howlin' for you....


What You Want; John Butler Trio
...but i could fly away, or i could be no one. and you could be the sunshine falling over the mountains...


Friday, August 16, 2013

aLydanceparty! comeback



It occurs to me that it has literally been MONTHS since I've had one of these. 
So, without further ado...


Lover, Lover; Jerrod Niemann
i know you used to love me, but that was yesterday 
oh lover, lover, lover you don't treat me no good no more

Hungover and Horny; Diamond Rugs
...last night i went lookin' for fun, took it just a little too far...

Blurred Lines; Robin Thicke
...okay now he was close, tried to domesticate ya, but you're an animal, let me liberate ya...

Call Me Maybe
...hey, i just met you and this is crazy, but here's my number- so call me maybe?...

Runnin' Out of Moonlight; Randy Houser
...don't you worry 'bout gettin' fixed up, when you wake up you're pretty enough...

Jet Airliner; Steve Miller Band
...you know you've got to go through hell before you get to heaven...

Young Lust; Pink Floyd
...will someone in this desert land make me feel like a real man? take this rock 'n' roll refugee, oo bang set me free...

Limelight; Rush
...one must put up barriers to keep oneself intact...
...all the world's indeed a stage and we are merely players, performers and portrayers... each another's audience inside the gilded cage...

Mississippi Halfstep Toodeloo; The Grateful Dead
...hello baby i'm gone, goodbye. half a cup of rock 'n rye...
...if all you've got to live for is what you left behind, get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine, lost my boots in transit babe, pile of smokin' leather... nailed a retread to my feet and prayed for better weather...

Hard to Handle; The Black Crowes
...i can give you what you want, but you got to come home with me...

Hard to Love; Lee Brice
...i am insensitive, i have a tendency to pay more attention to the things that i need...
...i am a short fuse, i am a wrecking ball...

Author's Note: I just spent 15 minutes folding my underwear.

You Could Be Happy; Snow Patrol
...and all the things that i wish i had not said are played in loops till it's madness in my head, is it too late to remind you how we were?...
...you could be happy, i hope you are...

Kiss Me Deadly; Lita Ford
...i went to a party last saturday night, i didn't get laid, i got in a fight uh huh, it ain't no big thing...

Orion; Elizaveta
...i wanna kiss you, but i let it slip away. i know i never told you, i should have done it then. i could've tried to hold you, instead i turned to run. did you know that i was dying?...

...i hope you miss me too...

Comes A Time; The Grateful Dead
...comes a time when the blind man takes your hand, says don't you see? gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe. don't give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill...

...only love can fill...

All My Friends; LCD Soundystem
...i wouldn't change one stupid decision for another five years of life...

Kodachrome; Paul Simon
...when i think back on all the crap i learned in high school it's a wonder i can think at all...

Paul Revere; Beastie Boys
...i did it like this, i did it like that, i did it with a whiffle ball bat...

Mama's Broken Heart; Miranda Lambert
...go and fix your makeup girl it's just a break up go and hide your crazy and start actin' like a better cuz i raised you better, gotta keep it together, even when you fall apart...

...can't get revenge and keep a spotless reputation. sometimes revenge is a choice you gotta make...

Howlin' For You; The Black Keys
...i must admit, i can't explain any of these thoughts runnin' through my brain, it's true... baby i'm howlin' for you...

Supermassive Black Hole; Muse
...i thought i was a fool for no one, oo baby i'm a fool for you...

Lovely Day; Donovan Frankenreiter
...bein' out in the open air, livin' life like we just don't care, just doin' what we want to do, not doin' what we're supposed to... it's gonna be a lovely day...

Runnin' With a Gun; Slightly Stoopid
...

Dreamer; Elizaveta
...i believe in faerie tales and serendipitous encounters... 
...leave your fear of love behind, let your dreaming be your guide. if you seek then you shall find...
...torn and tattered from the fall and waiting to rise up again, and i can feel it in my blood i hold the future in my hand...

Get Your Shine On; Florida Georgia Line
...i sparkle when she smiles...

Boys 'Round Here; Blake Shelton ft. Pistol Annies
...ain't a damn one know how to do the Dougie...

Stagger Lee; The Grateful Dead
...as Stagger Lee lit a cigarette she shot him in the balls, blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to city hall...

Up On Cripple Creek; The Band
...a drunkards dream if i ever did see one...

What Was I Thinkin'; Dierks Bentley
...

Crazy Girl; Eli Young Band
...crazy girl don't you know that i love you?

In a Big Country; moe.
...just because it happened doesn't mean you've been discarded...

Cruise; Florida Georgia Line
...baby you're a song you make me wanna roll the windows down and cruise...

Crash My Party; Luke Bryan
...if it's 2 in the morning and you're feeling lonely, and wondering what i'm doing go ahead and call me, call me, call me...

Perfect; P!nk
...dug my way out, blood and fire. bad decisions, that's all right...


Thursday, July 18, 2013

i'm finna get existential on yo'ass




I haven't written in awhile and I'm having difficulty getting started... But I feel like it's something I need to do. Anytime I'm feeling down or confused or, well, anything really, going back and reading shit I've written in the past always makes me feel better. Then it makes me want to write more, because I'm constantly surprised at what I manage to express in my ramblings. Each time I read something I write I'm always left wondering if it was actually me that wrote it. Perhaps that sounds a bit egotistical or whatever because I'm impressed by my own writing, but it's probably the one thing I care about most in the world and the fact that I do it moderately well is a comfort.

What do I want to rant/ramble about this evening, you ask? Not sure yet. Definitely not any of my relationship-ary shenanigans or an educational rant on some random topic ranging from drug addiction to GMO's and obesity in 'Merica. A solid research entry would do my brain some good, but lately I just haven't felt like plugging it in. Having all this free time off from school has sent me into this weird... in between place. My direction is skewed, I've lost focus. I needed it though, the pressure I put on myself is so intense my brain would probably explode if I didn't find some sort of release.

Except given this free time and allowance for mind wanderings freaks me out, honestly. My brain latches onto and fixates on arbitrary concerns that shouldn't mean anything, but do. It's that whole "I'm an asshole, but I don't always mean/want to be" complex I have. Things either don't matter at all, or matter way too much. For some reason, I find it difficult to find a comfortable in between in anything that I undertake. I either epically succeed, or epically fail. Perhaps this is part of the human condition, I know I can't be the only one. There should be meetings for over achievers...

Hello, my name is Aly and I'm an over achiever. 

Man, I don't even think this entry is coherent on any level, I'm just siphoning out excess brain goo...

Do you know what you want out of life? 
Truly? 
Do you know your purpose, or if you even have one? 

Sometimes I think I do, sometimes I'm not exactly sure. I know I have some sort of purpose or I wouldn't have gone through everything I have and still be alive, but what the fuck it is I have no idea. Maybe I'm an example of what not to do with your life. I mean, all other bullshit aside, I'm almost 30 years old and I live with my grandparents for fucks sake, and I'm just now finishing up my associates degree, when I should be working on my masters. Bah. There are worse things I suppose. I could be almost 30 and living in a trashy apartment with a couple kids and a dead beat boyfriend. That would definitely be worse... 

Thank god for small favors.

Are you comfortable in your own skin?
Are you really you?
Do you even know who that is?

As often as I find myself I tend to lose her the next day. I wake up knowing myself, and go to bed wondering if I did it right. When I go back and read these entries and think about the place I was in life when I wrote them I wonder how I got to where I am right at this moment. Was it intentional? Accidental? Is it part of some grand plan? (it's the ciiiiiiircccclllleeee of liiiiiiffeeeeee) The changes happening around me, influenced by the decisions I've been making have brought out yet another Aly-facet.

people don't change,
their situations do.

So here I am, on yet a different path towards some eventual goal, even though I'm not sure it will make me happy in the end. But that's what we're all here for, isn't it? Some of us have goals and life plans, some of us play it by ear. Which is right? Who the fuck knows. By the time we get to the end of the game, it doesn't even matter anymore. Even if you win at the game of life, you still die in the end. Life is so short... I feel we should be embracing more than what's tangible and disregarding all the bullshit that won't even matter 20 years from now... but the way society is, it's virtually impossible.


What is happiness to you, David?*

happiness: n. obsolete: good fortune: prosperity

a. a state of well-being and contentment
b. a pleasurable or satisfying experience

Thank you Merriam-Webster Dictionary for giving such a fabulously vague and inadequate explanation of such an important word. A pleasurable or satisfying experience? So an orgasm is happiness? It is both pleasurable and satisfying, but I definitely don't equate it with true happiness. Do I know what truly makes me happy? I'd like to say yes, but as I'm typing this my mind just blanked... I know it's the little things. Like memories of my little brother learning how to walk and talk. Dancing barefoot in the grass. Being held by someone who actually cares about me. The feeling I get when I listen to live music...

Bah. I still don't know that those are accurate. I'm thinking that happiness isn't something that can actually be put into words, it's just something that has to be experienced. Although I think some people experience happiness and are just too blind to see it...

Hm.


some people look strange
some people look deranged
some people are just lookin' through you
so when you look at me
i wonder who you see now,
who i am to you








*Vanilla Sky reference
courtesy; the.apples.in.stereo.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Smack, Blow, Rock: Should They Be Legal?

Below is a paper I wrote for my English class about drug legalization. No, it's not just about pot either. Keep in mind this was an Aly bullshit kind of paper that I wrote in like 45 minutes, but I do think I make at least a few valid points.

Smack, Blow, Rock: Should They Be Legal?
Hampton 1
Aly Hampton

Instructor Robinson
Eng 1101-41
9 Apr 2013
               How would you feel about waking up to a late night collect phone call from a county jail? This person has been arrested for drug possession and, as it turns out, they are an addict and have been for years. Now, not only do you ahve to spend money to bail them out, but then have to invest in a rehabilition program. Unfortunately, it costs a small fortune to aid someine in overcoming an addiction. If all illicit drugs in the United States were legalized, the amount of drug users would diminish and the money that is now used to capture and incarcerate drug users could be spent on creating and maintaining affordable, if not free, rehabilitation centers.
               The legalization of narcotics in America is an argument that has been going on for years and there have been several essays and articles written on the topic. As time goes on, it has become apparent that this will be a continual battle and that neither side seems willing to compromise. This makes sense though, as how would one be able to find a satisfactory middle ground? While there is no way to anticipate what the outcome of either decision would be, based on the available literature and statistics it can be concluded that all currently illegal drugs in the United States should be legalized, which would be for the greater good of the country.

                One article pertaining to the topic of drug legalization in America is author and essayist Gore Vidal's "Drugs." Vidal's thesis in his article is that all currently illegal drugs in America should be legalized. A major point in Vidal's article is that most drug addiction in America would come to an end if the legalized drugs contained labels warning the users of the consequences involved with taking the drug. Vidal also states that Americans are free to do what they want with their bodies. He goes on to compare the prohibition of alcohol in the 1920's and its ill effects on society to the prohibition of drugs today. He also mentions that both the United States government and the mafia are against drug legalization because there is too much money in the illegal distrubition of narcotics. Vidal ends his article by stating that the likelihood of a practical response from the government regarding the legalization of drugs in America is non-existent (460-462).
               Gore Vidal is a well-known American writer with strong liberal views. His essay "Drugs" is a well written argument that contend that all currently illicit drug in the United States should be legalized. This author makes a point of reminding the audience that, "it might be good for our citizens to recall that the United States was the creation of men who believed that each man has the right to do what he wants with his own life as long as he does not interfere with his neighbor's pursuit of happiness" (461). By allowing an American citizen the right to use drugs in his or her own home, there is no interference of the pursuit of happines of the man next door. One could argue that young people who have loud parties and drink whiskey all night and keep the neighbors up inhibits their neighbor's pursuit of happiness; however, the people at the party are only given slaps on the wrist or at the most a citation.
               Another statement Vidal writes that makes a lot of sense is, "Every man, however, has the power (and should have the legal right) to kill himself if he choose" (461). This follows up the previous point in that, as a country built on the principles of freedom, each individual is constitutionally granted the freedom to treat his or her body as he or she chooses. Also,
Hampton 2
American citizens are legally allowed to pursue happiness in any way they choose, which should include how they choose to spend their free time and/or modify their body. The law allows citizens to purchase alcohol and cigarettes which are medically documented as having negative side effects, including but not limited to cancer. There are now laws that govern the circumstances in which individuals can receive tattoos and other body modifications. With similar regulation, illicit drugs and their distribution can be maintained under the same types of laws.
               There are three main types of possible persuasive appeals. Unfortunately, Vidal does not successfully use any of these and it hurts his argument. While he was vigorous in the expression of his opinions, his statements are not backed by any statistics or verifiable results. However, Vidal does attempt to pander to the American's innate desire to fight for freedom. He seems to be trying to invoke feelings of frustration towards the government in order to elicit a response that supports his opinions. Vidal also makes himself identifiable when he states, "For the record, I have tried-- once -- almost every drug" (460) in order to connect with the reader. However, even though the essay is concise and emotionally compelling it is hard to compare the words of a writer of fiction to the words of a prize winning non-fiction writer.
               In the same fashion as Vidal, Pulitzer Prize winning author A.M. Rosenthal writes a compelling article pertaining to the topics of drug legalization in the United States. His article, "The Case for Slavery" postulates that all currently illegal drugs in America should remain that way. Rosenthal goes on to compare currently illegal drugs in America should remain that way. Rosenthal goes on to compare current drug addiction in America to 19th century slavery. Rosenthal argues that drug addiction rates would rise if all illicit drugs were made legal. Rosenthal employs several sources, including a book written on the topic of drug use and numerous leaders in the anti-drug movement. The author concludes his article by pointing out the dangers of drug legalization, especially based on class (462-464).

(This is incomplete, I haven't typed the rest in yet, I ran out of time.)

Sunday, April 28, 2013

I have to say I find nothing more fulfilling than spending my time making myself a smarter and a more educationally rounded person. Yes, I am aware this makes me uber nerd times about 1000% but I can't help myself, I love it. I get high off education.

Yeah.
That's right.
I said it.

I take pride in my intelligence and while I am aware that I'm a fucking genius (or at least near it) there's always room for improvement. I'm a curious motherfucker! I LOVE random knowledge, which is why I'm constantly looking up shit. Not to mention, it makes for very interesting conversations.

For instance, did you know ducks have a penis? And female ducks have an EPIC vagina?
Bet you didn't!

(Warning: Once you read this you can't un-see it. Click at your own risk.)

I think intelligence is fucking sexy. I have to say one of the biggest turn-ons ever is being able to have a legit discussion with someone and they don't have to agree with me by any means. In fact, being able to debate with someone as opposed to having to explain it to them is fabulous.

Friday, March 22, 2013

i am bottled, fizzy water.




i lied to my friends, 
tell them i love to see them,
just to keep me away from me

and it's like they always say-
if you love something give it away
but what are you supposed to do
when you love everything?
when you try to love everything?

Sometimes the words inside me bubble up to the point where I think I'll explode if I don't get them out. Kinda like when you shake up a soda can and pop the tab. It sprays everywhere and covers you in a sticky, toxic mess that takes forever to wash off.

Sometimes I just want to yell gibberish at someone and take out all this pent up rage out on a real person. I mean, I can let it out in all kinds of constructive, non-damaging ways, and I do. But it just isn't the same as letting go and positively unleashing on someone. Volunteers? Anyone?

Sometimes it takes everything I have to not just lose it. I wonder if anyone realizes how hard it is not to care... because I care too fucking much. Life is overwhelming. Not just for me, but for everyone. I think that's what the definition is, actually.

life: n. an overwhelming human condition that classifies each participant as a success or failure. 
see also: bullshit; heartbreaking; hard; unfair; surprising.

Sometimes the happy bubbles fill my tum to the point where I think I'll explode and splash my euphoria everywhere. I have a lot of love to give, I'm just kinda picky about where I put it. No take backs on that shit.

Sometimes I wake up and the thought of starting another day, working all day for some future that I'm scared of, all alone... I can't stand it. The weight of it keeps me pressed to the bed, my eyes shut tight against the world. But I still get up, drink my coffee, and put on my game face. Once I'm out in the world and not in my head so much I'm happy. I smile, I love my fucking life. But there are times that this empty feeling is so overwhelming, so heart breaking, that I feel I need to tear it out just to get a moment of peace. That I need to stuff cotton in my ears and glue my eyes and mouth shut in order to keep it all in, so it doesn't go spilling out into the universe. I'm afraid one day I'll open my mouth and start crying and I'll never stop.

But at least sometimes isn't all the time.






I've been drinking whiskey--
this makes for melancholy Aly Bear.





courtesy; diamond.rugs


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

tumbleweeds.





we were gettin' Southern in the backseat
on 7 dollar blackout, two tumbleweeds
she said, "make me come you sweet fucker,
make it last
you ain’t never seen a town
disappear this fast"
and I was young, but I was losin'
I was young, but I was losin'
all kindsa time

her acne scars were diamonds on my lips
and I tore the flowers right off her dress
lord just give me 10 minutes before the world ends
I’m gettin' to know,
gettin' to know my friends
we were young, and we were losin’
we were young, and we were losin’
all kindsa time

oh strip mall lights,
are there angels on earth tonight?
show me, show me how
show me how to get it right








courtesy; cady.wire


Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Happy Corporate Bullshit Candy Hearts Day!

**DISCLAIMER: THIS ENTRY IS ALL ABOUT SEX. IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE IN ANYWAY, I SUGGEST AGAINST READING IT**






All right this is a bit of a belated Valentine's Day spiel. I had started writing it that day, but I got distracted by the badassery of my friends who peer pressured me into going to Galactic with them.

This was awesome, and the best It-Sucks-To-Be-Reminded-I'm-Single present ever. So. That being said... here goes.

Valentine's Day has long been celebrated as a day of love and romance, even before Big Business and Corporate America decided to cash in on it and cheese it up with roses and Russell Stover's. (Tulips are better, for the record. Purple ones.)

There are all kinds of stories that surround this romantical holiday. Rumor has it that during Emperor Claudius II's rein men were forced to stay single to make better soldiers and that this Valentine character kept marrying them in secret anyway because it wasn't fair. Personally, I don't buy into this one. It seems awful modern day love story and not in anyway historically accurate.

I, personally, am more apt to believe in the pagan themed theory. Apparently, the Church, in it's infinite wisdom, went in and attempted to Christianize a pagan fertility holiday, Lupercalia. This holiday is documented as taking place on the Ides of February. (Remember your Caesar  "Beware the Ides of March" and all that?) This festival entailed killing and skinning goats and dogs and splattering the blood all over crops and women. Thing is, they ate this shit up. Women who were touched by the blood were seen as blessed and considered to be especially fertile in the coming year. This is more realistic, because human nature is not driven by love, it's driven by sex. As functioning animals, love is a counterproductive part of evolution, as it doesn't help us choose our best mates and try and make babies that will survive in the future... Sigh. Yes. I am one jaded mother fucker, but scientifically, these things are true. Google that shit.

If you know me, you know there will not be anything about conventional romance in this entire thing. If that's what you're expecting, go ahead and stop reading right now because that's not my style. Sure, there are things that I consider romantic, if you'd like to get an idea of what these things are go ahead and read last year's Valentine's Day entry. There's a bit in there about things I consider romantic. Otherwise, you know all I'm going to talk about is sex. Because that's really what it comes down to, isn't it? Let's be honest with ourselves here.

First of all, you need to be able to recognize whether this is a fuck buddy type situation or if it's legit and may lead to something more. There are some obvious signs:


You are (usually) only fuck buddies if:

  • they only text you when they're drunk and/or late at night
  • they already have a significant other (that's usually an obvious one, but not always)
  • they never want to hang out with you outside the house/bedroom
  • you never meet their friends or family
  • no cuddling action
  • no sleepovers
  • no kissing/eye contact during sex
  • you only ever fuck when you're both drunk


If 3 or more of these are applicable, chances are you're just fuck buddies. There's nothing wrong with this! It's just nice to be aware. I have discovered that for some reason most people aren't as upfront as me and this isn't always made obvious. Why? Dunno. I usually just tell people when I want to sleep with them... Why is that such a strange thing?

All right, so you've figured out where you stand. Groovy. Next step: EPIC SEXY TIME. Even if you are in a relationship you know you've both been looking forward to the romancin' part that comes at the end of the night. (And dear god, PLEASE do not put rose petals on my sheets or play Enya or Barry White or some shit in the background. That would creep. me. the. fuck. out. A bottle of cheap wine, more than two pillows, and pizza rolls with hot sauce, throw in some serious cuddle-action and I'm good to go.)

APHRODISIACS

These helpful little fuckers (no pun intended) got their name from Aphrodite, goddess of love. There are several foods, beverages, smells, and behaviors that are thought to turn you on and make sex better. Since our sex drives are controlled by hormones it's believed that foods that increase specific hormone productions can make the sexy time even sexier. From everything I've read, there is no actual scientific proof behind this, but that doesn't necessarily disprove it either. Random fact: Did you know the Aztecs used to call avocado trees the 'testicle tree' because it looked like a tree with balls hanging on it?

A couple examples: spinach, almonds, asparagus, avocados, bananas, basil, chocolate, garlic, red wine (in moderation)

I would like to take this moment to point out that I discourage random hook ups to celebrate Valentine's Day. If that's how you usually roll at any other point of the year, more power to you, but this would be one of those moments that I'd say go with a standby, don't try somebody new. Regardless of whether it's for love or lust, the familiarity will make you feel better. It's nice to know what to expect and know that they know how to please you and vice versa. Do they like their ear nibbled? How about kisses on the neck? Would she rather have you pull her hair or run your hands through it? 

All right moving forward... Condoms n lube.

Yeah that's right, I'm totally going there. Refer back to the disclaimer if you need to.

FIRST OF ALL-- I would like to state for the record, for all you fuckers (again, no pun intended) who think you're King Dick and all that because you use Magnum condoms... Hate to burst your bubble, but they are at best, a few millimeters bigger than the average condom. It's all a sales gimmick. Check it OR here's a size chart.

Does anybody really like to use condoms? I mean, aside from the obvious purpose they serve? Yeah, I don't think so. If you do, you are definitely in the minority. From what I've heard (and experienced?) the thinner the better, but not loaded up with lube. Condom lube feels kinda funny, especially afterwards. You feel like you just got off a llama-spit-filled-slip n slide. (How's that for a mental image?) There are so damn many varieties, I can't really even form much of an opinion on this because it depends on the mood and who you're with. I will say, I think my faves are the non-latex Skyn. And I dig Durex more than Trojan. But there are so many varieties that this is seriously a very specific matter of preference. The big deal here is that if yer dude is bringing something you don't like to the table, tell 'em to ditch that shit and go snag something you both like.

Buying condoms and lube together is fun, by the way. :D

KY VS ASTROGLIDE

Main difference, there isn't one really, it's a matter of brand preference. Both original formulas contain glycerin and parabens, which can cause irritation and not work very well with the natural lube your body produces. I used to be a fan of the His and Hers KY until I ran out of one and tried to use it independent of the other. Holy sweet TITS. Do. Not. Ever. Do. That. It's like icy hot on your bits. Seriously. My eyes are watering right now just recollecting this. So I was stuck with this half bottle of lube that was completely useless, and that shit's expensive. Plus, it dries out faster and gets all sticky and gummy. Ew. So, if you're not into the whole natural thing and your skin isn't too sensitive, go with the Astroglide. Otherwise, take the time to look into other stuff that has natural and paraben-free ingredients, your body will thank you.

Oh-- and flavored lube is nasty. Just don't go there.
Ew.

Okay, okay, I think I've made everybody feel awkward enough with all this sexy talk and way more information than you probably wanted to know about my sexual preferences. But everybody likes sex, not everybody likes romance. I'm just keepin' it real.

On that note, I shall leave you to your own pervy thoughts and go back to enjoying my own.



Happy Valentine's Day!!!



The soundtrack I made for this entry is absolutely ridiculous, I am aware.

ohmygod. meganfox.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

aLydanceparty! throwback



how cool was I in my senior pictures?
In recollection, that shirt was so fucking ugly. It was this green fishnet tank top thing that I had matching green corduroy pants to go with. And I thought I looked like hot shit.

yeah.
seriously.
wtf.

This aLydanceparty! is brought to you by my high school experience, 
this kinda correlates with all those old pictures I found.

freshman year:

Breathe; The Prodigy
Blue Monday. Orgy
Faith; Limp Bizkit
In the End; Linkin Park
Fat Lip; Sum 41
Chop Suey; System of a Down
Down with the Sickness; Disturbed
Freak on a Leash; KoRn

sophomore year:

Differences; Ginuwine
Life We Live; Project Pat
It Wasn't Me; Shaggy
U Got It Bad; Usher
Fantasy; Ludacris

junior year:

What I Got; Sublime
Punk Rawk Princess; Something Corporate
Ocean Avenue; Yellow Card
I Do It for the Drugs; Smile Empty Soul
Feva for the Flava; Hot Action Cop (so. many. parties.)
21 Questions; 50 cent
Girlfriend; Avril Lavigne (hahaha, I used to rock the fuck out to this song)
Pretty Girl; Sugarcult


senior year:

Redemption Song; Bob Marley
Touch of Grey; The Grateful Dead
Go DJ; Lil Wayne
Confessions; Usher
Dark Side of the Moon; Pink Floyd
The Joker; Steve Miller Band
Waiting for my Ruca; Sublime
Blueberry Yum Yum; Ludacris

Sunday, January 27, 2013

judge not lest ye be judged.




All right kids, we're gonna take a few minutes to talk about addiction. What it is, what it really means, the misconceptions people have, and how it's treated. Because I am becoming increasingly frustrated with the ignorance, in most cases intentional, of such a complex and misunderstood disease.

Addicts are people too. Don't try and act like you've never done something dumb. Like fucking without a rubber which produces unplanned children.

But hey, babies are socially acceptable. It's cool to bring a child into the world and potentially fuck it up because of your lack of preparedness, but it's not okay to spend your time alone, hurting only yourself, which is not the potential happiness of someone else's entire lifetime.

Because THAT makes fucking sense. (I'm kind of pissed right now, can anyone tell?)

OR how cigarettes and alcohol are socially acceptable even though more people die from cigarette and alcohol related health issues than over doses. And we can buy this shit at the gas station! The grocery store!

And by presenting these facts I'm NOT saying that narcotics are okay! I'm just trying to shine a little light on the hypocrisy of people.

Alcohol Use and Health*

  • There are approximately 80,000 deaths attributable to excessive alcohol use each year in the United States.1
  •  This makes excessive alcohol use the 3rd leading lifestyle-related cause of death for the nation.2 Excessive alcohol use is responsible for 2.3 million years of potential life lost (YPLL) annually, or an average of about 30 years of potential life lost for each death.1



Tobacco use is the leading preventable cause of death.*

  • Worldwide, tobacco use causes more than 5 million deaths per year, and current trends show that tobacco use will cause more than 8 million deaths annually by 2030.3
  • In the United States, smoking is responsible for about one in five deaths annually (i.e., about 443,000 deaths per year, and an estimated 49,000 of these smoking-related deaths are the result of secondhand smoke exposure).1

MEANWHILE...

  • In 2008, more than 36,000 people died from drug overdoses, and most of these deaths were caused by prescription drugs.*


And see how it says prescription drugs? Funny... that shit is supposed to be regulated by the government...I mean, our insurance pays for that shit.

Sorry this statistic wasn't as impressive as the others, but I couldn't find the original site I was looking at and all the other stats were on numbers of users as opposed to number of deaths. Still. I feel my point is made.

Anyway.

WHAT IT IS

Merriam Webster's Online dictionary defines it;

addiction:  noun a compulsive need for and use of a habit-forming substance (as heroin, nicotine, or alcohol) characterized by tolerance and by well-defined physiological symptoms upon withdrawal;
broadly: persistent compulsive use of a substance known by the user to be harmful

It is also listed in the DSM-IV with varying levels of specificity.


Dependence or significant impairment or distress, as manifested by 3 or more of the following during a 12 month period:**
  1. Tolerance or markedly increased amounts of the substance to achieve intoxication or desired effect or markedly diminished effect with continued use of the same amount of substance
  2. Withdrawal symptoms or the use of certain substances to avoid withdrawal symptoms
  3. Use of a substance in larger amounts or over a longer period than was intended
  4. persistent desire or unsuccessful efforts to cut down or control substance use
  5. Involvement in chronic behavior to obtain the substance, use the substance, or recover from its effects
  6. Reduction or abandonment of social, occupational or recreational activities because of substance use 
  7. Use of substances even though there is a persistent or recurrent physical or psychological problem that is likely to have been caused or exacerbated by the substance


WHAT THAT REALLY MEANS

So what does all this psychobabble actually mean you say?

It means that we are all pre-programmed to become some type of addict. Whether or not it is genetically dominant in you or your family has not been documented with a completely certainty, more as a reoccurring trend. And whether or not it actually happens is partially up to you. This is a nature vs nurture thing. If it's in your family history, but you are raised in a completely different environment, will you still be susceptible to becoming an addict? Conversely, if it doesn't run in your family and you still become an addict is it because of how you were raised? If you step out of the physiological components of addiction, ie the "I must have this shit to function" part and look at the psychological aspects, which is what most people consider, it gets kinda Freudian.

According to Freud our mind is divided into 3 categories:

  • The id which is characterized by a desire for instant gratification. This is what is at work when we are all born. It's the-- I WANT IT, I WANT IT NOW. As a baby we scream till we get our bottle (or boobie) or if we need a diaper change. This is a purely instinct driven, unconscious part of our mind.

  • The ego which is what serves our id. The id, in a sense, is purely fantasy. Our mind conjures images of what we want and the ego seeks to fulfill them. So the ego is what separates our mental reality from the reality of the outside world.

  • The super ego or our morals. This is all the junk we learned when we were kids about how to get a gold star and stay out of time out. This is the Jiminy Cricket part.

Addicts, criminals, and newborns are all very id driven. In the case of the newborns it's obvious, they don't know anything else. But addicts especially are driven by that instant gratification mentality. Which, on a side note, I believe society at large is becoming very id driven. We live in a world of instant gratification. Push a button, it's there. Turn a switch, it's there.

And we're wondering why there's such an overwhelming problem with addiction in the world today.

For fucks sake.


So if we take it a step further and get into the actual physiological response to the brain it gets a bit more medicall-y sounding. Basically what it comes down to is DOPAMINE. Dopamine is happy juice. It's what our brain releases when it's happy along the "reward pathway."

Why does the brain prefer opium to broccoli?***

The question of addiction has been put that way by Steven Hyman, a former director of the National Institute of Mental Health. The answer involves the nucleus accumbens, a cluster of nerve cells that lies beneath the cerebral hemispheres. When a human being or other animal performs an action that satisfies a need or fulfills a desire, the neurotransmitter dopamine is released into the nucleus accumbens and produces pleasure. It serves as a signal that the action promotes survival or reproduction, directly or indirectly. The system is called the reward pathway. When we do something that provides this reward, the brain records the experience and we are likely to do it again. Damage to the nucleus accumbens and drugs that block dopamine release in the region make everything less rewarding.
In nature, rewards usually come only with effort and after a delay. Addictive drugs provide a shortcut. Each in its own way sets in motion a biological process that results in flooding the nucleus accumbens with dopamine. The pleasure is not serving survival or reproduction, and evolution has not provided our brains with an easy way to withstand the onslaught. In a person who becomes addicted through repeated use of a drug, overwhelmed receptor cells call for a shutdown. The natural capacity to produce dopamine in the reward system is reduced, while the need persists and the drug seems to be the only way to fulfill it. The brain is losing its access to other, less immediate and powerful sources of reward. Addicts may require constantly higher doses and a quicker passage into the brain. It’s as though the normal machinery of motivation is no longer functioning; they want the drug even when it no longer gives pleasure.

MISCONCEPTIONS

What I'm trying to say in all of this is that it is a medically documented issue. That ignorant people beget ignorance. It is my hope that by trying to educate as many people as possible that not only will addicts regain some of their sense of selves through the support of the general public but that in turn it will help prevent the number of addictions in the end. Being an addict makes you a social pariah. Why would you want to come forward and ask for help if people are going to judge you? Why not just keep doing what you're doing and let people think you're fine? This mindset is NOT OKAY with me. Everyone has problems in life and they shouldn't be afraid to ask for help just because some fucktard doesn't understand.

Quitting isn't as simple as, "Well why don't you just stop?" Try telling your body that you don't have to pee anymore, or that you don't need to eat. As you read above your brain has internalized this feeling and taken it to a primitive level that says it needs the dope for survival. At this point it is not a choice.

TREATMENT

There are a variety of treatment programs out there for the whole scope of addictions. I'm pretty sure there are even ones for sex and porn addicts. There are inpatient, outpatient, clinics, 12 step programs, halfway houses, medical aided rehabilitation, homeopathic treatments...

Basically it's whatever works best for the person. And no one is going to get clean unless they want to. You can't force your agenda on somebody else and expect it to work. If they're not ready it just won't work. Some people need the structure and routine of an intense inpatient treatment program, followed up with 12 step meetings forever after. I personally think 12 step programs are another form of brainwashing/addiction, but that's just a personal opinion and not a very popular one.

The rehabilitation programs I plan on working for are the ones that allow the use of medication to not only help the patient come off the drugs in a healthy manner, making it less likely that they'll relapse, but also treat the possible underlying mental health issues that could have contributed to the addiction in the first place. 

And if you think you need help, get it. It takes a stronger person to ask for help than it does to sit back and wait to die. Or to go to jail. Because there's only three ways out of that lifestyle. Recovery, Jail, Death. 

That's it.

PREVENTION = EDUCATION, EDUCATION, EDUCATION. 

Children are not being taught proper drug facts in school today and the whole "War on Drugs" propaganda is insulting to our intelligence. Open your eyes people... it's everywhere. And the sooner they start teaching that and showing people what it's REALLY like out there, the better our chances are of decreasing the number of drug related deaths.

For any additional information you can look through the links below that I used or check out The National Institute of Drug Abuse if you want to learn more about a specific drug or area. There's all kinds of cool charts and maps 'n shit.

Okay guys, I got serious in this one. Something I saw on Facebook set me off and it made me want to take the time to put an informed piece together. Stop being so goddamned ignorant. Before you judge, turn the mirror back on yourself and look real fuckin' hard. Instead of being judgmental get yourself some balls and learn how to have compassion. Y'know, maybe try and help somebody.





*cdc.gov

**http://www.uscourts.gov/uscourts/FederalCourts/PPS/Fedprob/2006-09/accountability_table1.html

***http://www.health.harvard.edu/newsweek/The_addicted_brain.htm

Friday, January 25, 2013

R.I.P.




Winter is a season of death.

Actually, fuck that. January is a month of death.

Period.

Yes, I realize this is a pretty bold (and morbid) statement, but over the past few years I just keep getting proved right. So many wonderful young people suddenly just... gone. In the past five years I have now had three of my friends die within a week of my birthday. Keaton Flood, one of my best good friends. Marc Parrone, someone I had practically grown up with and who had helped me through a lot of bullshit. Devon Elbe, a kid I used to go to shows with and party with all the time when I lived in Belleville. They were all in different stages of their life and they were all significant to me in different ways. However one thing remains the same...

They're all gone.

Just like that.

In moments like these, when your heart hurts and you're trying to understand why and struggling to accept it, we become afflicted with survivor's guilt. Yes, there is such a thing. We feel guilty that we're the ones that are still here and they're the ones that are gone. We can come up with a million reasons why it should have been us. This sometimes gets incorporated into the bargaining stage of grief. Remember when you were a kid and you'd say something along the lines of,

"Mommy I won't ask for ANYTHING else ALLLLL year if you just buy me this pony right now."

Loss is such an impossibly overwhelming emotion to deal with. In my opinion, it's one of the hardest things I've ever gone through because there is no finite start or finish. It's an infinite process, an infinite feeling. You may find ways to cope with it and accept it, but that feeling, that hole, is still there. Once you've lost something or someone there is never anything that will be able to fill that particular hole in you. Instead, we have to find a way to put a band aid over it, let it heal, and move on.

KUBLER-ROSS MODEL; FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF
(yep, I'm gettin' all psych major on you for a second)

1. Denial.
2. Anger.
3. Bargaining.
4. Depression.
5. Acceptance.


Nobody goes through these stages in the exact same way or the same order. And you will be going through the cycle over and over and over throughout your lifetime, it's not something that ever stops. Even as I'm accepting it, I'm still angry about it. Make sense?

Anyway.

To bring some positivity into this otherwise fucking morbid little bit, I try and remind myself that times like these should remind me of how lucky I am to still be here. How lucky we all are. And that to waste the time we have is complete disrespect to those we have lost. They were young and will never have the opportunities that we have and if we pass them up or neglect to fully live we're just proving that their deaths were completely pointless and gave us no meaning. Yes, we want them back. No, we didn't want them to die.

But they did.

And now we should honor their memories by making sure we live like we fucking mean it. Every morning that you wake up is a gift; it's not written anywhere that you have to wake up. There is no rule book for life. The Bible is more of a set of guidelines, really.**

Basically what I'm trying to say here is I'm pretty bummed that all these wonderful people are gone and that I'll never get to hug them or laugh with them again. Hell. I never even got to buy Keaton his first drink at the bar. The fact that he never made it to 21 really bothers me.

But I let that remind me to enjoy my life for them and for me. The sun is out and it's a new day and I am here. When thoughts of them pop into my head I make a wish and know that wherever they are, they're happy. And laughing at us poor suckers stuck down here in the 12* weather.

Never leave without saying goodbye or I love you. Hug the ones you love, often. Keep in contact with the friends you haven't seen in awhile. Smile. Laugh. Live a grateful life.



R.I.P.

Chad Wood
Kevin Hutson
OB
Keaton Flood
Marc Paronne Jr.
Devon Elbe
Jana Gaines

UPDATE:

Leo Mangrum (6/813)

iloveyou.



Saturday, January 19, 2013

the oreo cookie saga.





Colin: "...well, you're just cut from a different cloth than most"

Aly: "That's weird. I don't get that. I'm not that special or anything. 
Why is it so hard for people to be... y'know. Real people?"


I was talking with a friend of mine last night and we were in one of those relationship discussions where she wanted to know my opinion on this and I was listening while she told me what she wanted and expected, the things she was afraid of, and the best parts of what they had so far.

Very sweet to hear.

Totally not something you want my opinion on, however. For starters, everybody knows I'm a jaded motherfucker. A cynic in a world full of ignorant optimism. My rocky past has brought me to where I am now and while it sucks and there are lots of bad memories that give me nightmares, I accept it and embrace it. Because it gives me knowledge and insight into the world around me and allows me to see things and people for what they really are. Most of the time. If my own personal feelings start getting caught up into it, if I lose my objectivity, then it's game on. Once my stupid super-intense emotional state turns on my brain tends to get told to shut up. Stupid hormones. Then again, I guess everybody does that. Maybe my problem is that I'm aware that I'm not thinking clearly, but I can't bring myself to care. And that drives me nuts.

This topic of conversation left me thinking about relationships as a whole, not just romantic ones. Friendships, parent/child relationships, work relationships... Y'know. The whole caboodle. All of them. And I started thinking about how all of this technology that "brings us together" has completely changed our lives. And not just in the little ways. It's cool being able to talk to my friends that live in the city now that I'm out here in the boonies, I'm pumped about that. But take a step back and think about it. For those of you that can remember a time before facebook and text messaging... You passed notes in class and pissed your mom off by running the battery down in the cordless phone every night. If someone didn't answer their phone you left a message and hoped they'd call you back, you didn't blow up their phones with text messages or creep their facebook page and try and find them. You actually had to interact with people. They got to see/hear the real you. I may be able to fake being in a good mood, but you can usually see it in my face when I'm pissed about something. Glass face girl right here.

But with text message and facebooking and skyping and all that stuff... The world now only sees what you want them to see. The best parts of you. All the pictures that I post on facebook? Yeah, it takes me like half an hour to get ONE good picture. I take like 15 before I get a good one. So you see what I want you to see, I don't post the ones where I thought I was making a cute face but it really looks like I stabbed myself in the foot.

When we talk to people they are only showing us the parts of themselves that they want us to see. That is a generalization that can be made in any circumstance. We let people see our crunchy cookie outside, because nobody wants to see the cream filling. All of this mass communication technology puts even more barriers between us and the real world; it adds an extra layer of cookie.

This, my friends, is why people have such a hard time being real anymore. Because why should we have to be real? We'll meet someone, spend time with them, but then spend 80% of our time communicating with them through some sort of robot box. So why worry about being real? You can say "I love you" through a screen but then you miss the look they get in their eyes or being able to feel their heart speed up or watching the blush creep up around their cheeks because you just made their stomach drop to their toes.

Conversely, you can say "I don't want to be with you anymore" through a screen and then you don't have to see the color leave their face or the tears come into their eyes. You don't have to deal with what happens next because you aren't there.

Which, of course, all of the above is total bullshit. These emotions were given to us so that we could experience them in real life, with all the whistles and bells and bullshit that goes with it. We live in such an impersonal world right now, and it's only getting worse.

Yep. I'm an asshole.

But I keep it real.

when i said,
when i said i'd take you
i meant--
i meant as is.





courtesy; ani.difranco.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

think boxes for sale!






So I say this every year, but this birthday is super important to me so by god I will enjoy myself. No bullshit drama, no illness, no lack of celebration. And goddamnit I WILL have birthday sex this year! I've gone too many years without it... I'm on a fucking mission, so everyone has been forewarned.

It seems that every year my birthday comes around and something bad happens. I'm not even going to get into it or list the issues and sit here and make myself some cry baby soup. It's just an acknowledgement of fact. The best birthday I can recall would have been my 17th... there were balloons, HAPPY BIRTHDAY's written on windshields, and the sweetest surprise party every. So yeah. That will have been 10 years ago this year.

Sad, no?

I'm just gonna go ahead and throw out there that this birthday scares the hell out of me. It's more significant to me than my 30th birthday will be, I think. Because I always figured I'd be dead by now due to my lifestyle choices. To be honest, the next year kinda freaks me out too. I have a whole year of being 27 to get through. I always said that if I managed to live this long and wasn't happy with the direction my life was taking that I would just stop what I was doing and change it. Fortunately for me, this has already happened. I'm content with the direction I'm heading. Mind you, I'm not super pumped about how I have to live my life at the moment, but it's temporary. A stepping stone, if you will. So I will be goddamned if I allow myself to have another bad birthday.

I believe birthdays are important and should be significant to everyone. It's the one day out of the year that's supposed to be all about you. I'm not generally that kind of person, I don't like the attention. If you pay attention to me, groovy, but I'll not fight for it. Which echoes my sentiments regarding relationships and dating. You either want to be with me or you don't. Just be fucking honest and upfront about it.

Anyway.

Living in a Facebook McWalmart world threatens our individuality by encouraging us to accept our inevitable fate of living as sheeple.. We isolate ourselves and rely on robots to fulfill our desires. It's not "I'll call you or drop you a line" anymore. It's "Text me or Facebook me".



I mean Facebook is even it's own action verb now for fuck's sake.



fuck.



Even the people who try and be different or alternative are unique, just like everybody else. The thing is, each and everyone of you is fucking awesome. You were born that way, so fucking embrace it. There are no two snowflakes that are identical and the same can be said about humans. But our society encourages conformity. Conform to being normal. Conform to being different. Conform to being a stoner. Conform to being an alcoholic. Conform to being a Jesus freak. We put ourselves into these tidy little cubby holes and find ourselves out of our comfort zone when moved to a different one.

So why not take a day and celebrate the day that you came into this world, that your individuality was born. Some people have a tendency to downplay it as just another day. See that's how I feel about Christmas; I attach no meaning to it so it doesn't do much for me. In my opinion it's just another corporate holiday that guilt trips people into wasting money that they don't have on fucking *STUFF. It's just stuff, you can always get more stuff. Why work so hard for that dollar to blow it on someone who probably won't enjoy what you got them? Now I understand practical gifts... like I got socks, pajamas, and a new computer. Those are not just knick knacks (world's stupidest presents, btw. don't buy them for me. I only like knick knacks that were handmade by my friends. I don't need more stupid shit, I already have too much) Christmas isn't special. It isn't about the religious experience or the shared family time, it's about money, money, money. (And stuff, of course.) We feed the corporate hog when we buy into the whole holiday *shopping frenzy. They sit back in their offices and laugh at us stupid average Joe's who scramble out to buy poorly manufactured junk that will be obsolete in a year. And what does that do? That makes us go out and spend another $500 on another piece of poorly manufactured junk. This makes us feel important and trendy, as we are "keeping up with the times". Or the Joneses, depending on how you see it.

And the family time... don't even get me started on that bullshit. I'm an observer, I watch people... it's just what I do. Spending time with my families (however limited) showed me that even when we are surrounded by people we love we still aren't actually interacting with them. No one has real conversations anymore without pulling out their phones. Which I find vastly entertaining. We'd rather talk to people through a robot box than interact with our loved ones who are standing right in front us. Loved ones that we probably only see but the one or two times a year. We text the guy/girl we're currently fucking whom we see every day and speak half sentences with no eye contact to our cousin. And the thing is the recipient of aforementioned text is doing the same thing to their families.

Well shit... I started this entry about how I want to have a kick ass birthday and how everyone should see their birthdays as a day to celebrate themselves and their loved ones should celebrate them too... and I ended up going on a rant about "the man".

Oh well.

USE YOUR THINK BOX--
STOP BEING COMPLACENT



*I sincerely suggest watching these videos, George Carlin is a fucking genius.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

ALYDANCEPARTY! birthday countdown: 27 days






Dancin' In the Streets; Grateful Dead
...everybody was dancin', dancin' in the streets...
Tangerine; Led Zeppelin
...tangerine, tangerine, living reflection from a dream; i was her love, she was my queen, and now a thousand years between...

Cupid; Sam Cooke
...cupid, draw back your bow and let your arrow go straight to my lover's heart for me...

Pussy, Money, Weed; Lil Wayne
...she's fly, flyer than me, flyer than you...

I've Seen All Good People; Yes
...don't surround yourself with yourself, move on back two squares, send an instant karma to me, initial it with loving care...

  Been Caught Stealin'; Jane's Addiction
...and it's just a simple fact when i want something and i don't wanna pay for it...

Far Behind; Candlebox
...now maybe i didn't mean to treat you bad, but i did it anyway. now maybe some would say your life was sad, but you lived it anyway...

Earthquake Weather; Beck
...i push, i pull the days go slow into a void we filled with death. and noise that laughs falls off their maps all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain. something's coming, the sky is purple...

Pickin' Wildflowers; Keith Anderson
...gonna get a little piece... on earth...

Pachuca Sunrise; Minus the Bear
...this is a city for not sleeping and the clocks are set by feel. at this moment from where i sit, none of it seems real...

Lies & Eyes; Minus the Bear
...he regrets having no regrets and his long nights on the outside letting, letting it slide slide one more time...

C'mon Feet; Think Thank Thunk
...instrumental awesomeness...

*this is the part where grandma made me dust my blinds... definitely a first for me.

Strange Clouds; B.o.B ft Lil Wayne
...all we do is pour it up all night, drinks out. and all we do is light it up all night, all you see is strange clouds...

Little Lion Man; Mumford & Sons
...and it was not your fault but mine and it was your heart on the line. i really fucked it up this time, didn't i my dear?...

Your Latest Victim; Park
...she's in it for the nicotine boys, more poised than perfect...

Bouncing Off the Walls; Sugarcult (complete with Ryan Reynolds and Tara Reid appearances)
...mommy and daddy's got the best cocaine, ritalin's never gonna be the same...
The Dirty Glass; Dropkick Murphys
...well you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me...

Old Alabama; Brad Paisley
...she'll take a beer over white wine, campfire over candlelight...

Dirt Road Anthem; Jason Aldean
...smoke rollin' out the window, an ice cold beer sittin' in the console. memory lane up in the headlights, got me reminiscin' on the good times...

House Fire; The Junior Varsity
...words like razor blades slice into my veins, exposing all my pain, all that's left of me...

I'm Afraid of Americans; David Bowie
...i'm afraid of Americans, i'm afraid of the world...
Super Bass; Nicki Minaj
...boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away, beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way...

I'm a Thug; Trick Daddy
...but i know one thing that this is the life for me... baby 'cuz i'm a thug. all day erryday, wouldn't change for the world, that's right you heard...
 
Hey Ho; The Lumineers
...i don't know where i belong, i don't know where i went wrong, but i can write a song. hey, i belong with you, you belong with me you're my sweetheart...
No Interruption; Hoodie Allen
...i got power like a motherfuckin' x-men, married to the game but i'd rather be the best man...

Skyfall; Adele
...let the sky fall, when it crumbles, we will face it all together...


I Write Sins, Not Tragedies; Panic At the Disco
...what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore...

Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off; Panic At the Disco 
...is it still me that makes you sweat? am i who you think about in bed? i've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck... so testosterone boys and harlequinn girls will you dance to this beat and hold each other close?...

Sail: AWOLNATION
...maybe i'm a different breed, maybe you're not listening, so blame it on my a.d.d baby...

 Look At Me Now; Chris Brown
...how can you hate from outside the club? you can't even get in...