Aesthetic Perfection

I've Got the Gift of One-Liners and You've Got the Curse of Curves

I need to find some new music to listen to.  For the second time in two years (actually less) one of my favorite bands has broken up due to the lead singer (reportedly) becoming a douche.  

First it was The Starting Line (the ultimate band pre-MT) whose music was the soundtrack to my high school life, my sanity if you will.  "Say It Like You Mean It" was my favorite CD, a classic that I go back to even now just to listen to and can still remember every line and lyric and chord to.  I can still remember flipping through MTV2 (back when it was still cool) and landing upon the music video for "Best of Me" an ode to John Cusack's Lloyd Dobler from "Say Anything" as a geeky guy in a trench coat holds an old boombox above his head and blaring the beginning of the song to catch the girl's attention before the tape (yes, TAPE) gets eaten.  He then goes to kidnap the band, back when Kenny was still a bleached blonde lycra wearing adolescent, and they start to play as random people approach the Lloyd Dobler-esque guy in his quest to win a girl, some to help and some to discourage before it starts to downpour and he comes to the realization that he had been at the wrong window the entire time (and no I didn't have to watch the video to remember that, some songs and videos are just permanently embedded).

"We got older but we're still young

We never grew out of this feeling that we won't give up."

Now, as of last night/this morning, Cute Is What We Aim For is kaput.  A band who I can also still remember how I discovered.  Late night/early morning, flipping onto FUSE (as this was now the cool music channel) and a guy, with hair obscuring his entire forehead and most of his face, in a white suit sat at a table with similarly dressed men and women in various red dresses singing about the "Curse of Curves."  Then proceeding into various plots to steal the girlfriends of all his bandmates (should this have been a sign of the stability of the band?) before being poisoned by his own girlfriend.  The entire summer after discovering CIWWAF was spent listening to the CD "Same Old Blood Rush With A New Touch."

Cute is what we aim for - the curse of curves
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"I want someone provocative and talkative

But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower."

So now I have one band I listen to hardcore that is still together.  I think a trip to Canada is now necessary.  I was lucky enough to see The Starting Line together the year before they broke up but, unfortunately, never got to see Cute.  MT will not be one of those bands that I will hate myself for never getting to see before they, too, break up (because they eventually will like all great bands).  But, unlike, TSL and Cute, Marianas Trench actually has lyrics that relate to more than just a four year period or a careless summer.  More than one song I can relate to no a personal level, things that I never talk about anymore that I hate to even think about (but as of lately people love to bring to my attention, the con of having relatives "in the field").

Powerful Imagery

This is by far one of the most powerful things I have seen. The combination of the sand imagery and the music is amazing. Beautiful.

Why We Like Bad Boys

"We, as humans, are drawn to someone, even if he is a complete bastard, because he has fun doing what he's doing. People who have fun doing what they're doing, whether it's good or bad, are still fun to watch. We are weird, when it comes to that. The girls like the bad boy, and the boys like the bad girl."

-Ian Somerhalder (via IESB.net)

"Interesting things happen in the dark...Sometimes."

Really there is nothing to go along with that image, just wow did that increase my love for Damon.

"Call It Torture, Call It University"

I am going to be in school for-freaking-ever.  I have to switch my major general studies because some of the classes needed for the old major were no longer available so I went to do so only to find out that a good percentage of the classes I had taken in preparation for my education major are not applicable under the general studies major and instead of being 6 classes away from being able to transfer to another school I might be delayed a whole year.  I am so frustrated.  Is it even worth it?

Going to go relax and deal with all this tomorrow or next week, depending on whether my advisor is in.  Keep your fingers crossed for me. 

Someone please save us, us college kids

What my parents told me is what I did

They said go to school and be a college kid

But in the end I question why I did

-"College Kids" by Relient K

Why Do You Let Me Stay Here

I love him! And her dress is so cute.

A Not So Eloquent Epiphany

This is my first post in this thing, another new device in which to keep in touch with people while never actually being in touch, and rather than try to be articulate or say something noteworthy and amazing, I'll just write a truth about me that will most likely be deleted when I become embarrassed by my own thoughts.

When I was setting this up, I was looking for quotes to past, lyrics I loved, parts of movies that I could quote verbatim, a book that meant something to me. I ended up coming back to the book I've only had for maybe six months but has been read so frequently that the cover is battered and bent, pages curl at the edges.  So I looked over it again, skimming quotes about love and music, art and passion, when I came to an epiphany, not so different from one of the character's own: 

98 percent of the world would settle for a Loring Blackman, but I'm part of the other 2 percent, I won't settle for less than a Paul Hudson.  

This is not me professing my love for a fictional character mind you, just the qualities that make him so attractive.  I want a guy with cocky bastard smile who challenges me and pisses me off.  I want someone who won't give in, no matter how stubbornly I refuse to admit defeat.  Flaws are real, I want imperfection because perfection bores me.

I know it's stupid, but since scanning those pages for those profound words I can never quite make up on my own to grace this blog so I could seem more intelligent, I came to that realization.  These are my thoughts, far from profound, never eloquent enough and scatterbrained, because that's who I am.  Far from perfect.