Sushi is hot.

So its Halloween, and of course, I opted to do something crazy and very original. Not to say I am personally crazy or original, it wasn't my idea, and I'm not floating my own boat, but I must say, I truly loved the idea of being the wasabi in a group of sushi this year. I means its something I love and could eat by the truckload, and its unique and has probably never been done before and will be remembered as awesome. So that's a plus. Overall this week has been a week of ups and downs. Ups include our gym football team beating a team with some crazy receivers and Dwyer as their quarterback. That win put us tied for first. Unfortunately we lost today in a brutal match, outnumbered 8 to 10, down two of our strong guy players. But we gave it our all; I caught the lone touchdown pass and Kevin made a particularly diesel block. Man, it was hardcore. I guess that was all for the ups and downs, the rest of the week was mostly worries. The big one of course is my NYU audition, which looms closer and threatens to make or break the next four years of my life. So much pressure for one thing....man. Area All State coming up too. And championships. So much in my head. I want to do well, but I don't know, there are 14 other bands competing. I just was Pow to be happy with it. Coolest thing, I'm taking Powers to pick up his car tomorrow after school. Nerdy perhaps, but personally I feel hanging out with Pow is very fulfilling, generally a good time. So we'll see how that goes. Of course Friday becomes an excellent day because the weekend is here, homework takes a backseat until Sunday, and I get to spend some quality time with Morgan. That means takeout, family guy, and snuggling. Yay!

P.S. Just a thought that popped into my head while I was writing...I miss the ability to say "The Ask Madden Staff". It doesn't feel right to say here because its nowhere near a staff (two guys, and only one who posts regularly). Just thought I would share.

Blondie

Matty K and I just set the entire sunday comics to music. It was really funny, and blondie was very poetic. Perhaps we should turn it into a real song.

Before These Crowded Streets

Here stood my dreaming tree, but God knows whets left of the dreams I once dreamed when that song played in my room. Everything is going in fast motion I fear, and I don't want it to. If I could freeze frame this moment, where everything feels perfect and I have good friends and a good life I would in a heartbeat. But it all moves and soon it will fade away, I just hope that when the time goes the friends stay. Especially Morgan. She means so much to much I can't imagine what could happen if I lost her. College is a burden in so many ways. Stress is hard. I only hope that life has more in store for me, too many times I hear about the all around guy who did so much in high school and washed out in the real world. I fear that fate. This is hard for me to admit to some. With all this going on I feel like there is no time to stop and reflect, write a song, think of an amusing thing that happened today and laugh about it. Everything is perpetual motion and while hopeful its also disheartening. I hate the idea that everything we do will from the moment we do it begin to diminish to nothing. And I hate the idea that relationships can change in an instant. I didn't mean for this to be an emotional post, (actually it was going to be the narration of a battle between the science and social studies departments....) but I feel down right now. Even Taco Bell and Family Guy only mildly brought up my spirits. To anyone and everyone who is a part of my life, I hope you know that you all make the day a bit brighter. Even Jordon, sometimes, a little, well, I'll think about him. And Morgan, I hope you know how much you mean to me. That's it for now.

So Tired of All We're Going Through

Seriously, I'm way way tired from this week. Its been a nonstop work fest, but at least I got my NYU application in and completed. Now all I can do is wait, and pray, and pray, and pray. Oh man. I've given up on trying to write this in separate paragraphs because blogger format is very odd. This sucks because I forgot to update earlier tonight, and now I am lazy and tired and can't write a huge post. Poop is an appropriate word for the situation. I'll settle for a quickie: Application in, game this weekend, voice lesson this weekend (which by the way was AWESOME last week, can't wait), and New York State Championships. We'll see how that goes. Also, look forward to another OG gathering when Adam, Kevin, and Mark come home Friday. Should be fun. Before I quit, props or something to Adam and his girl, the mysterious Casey (C.Milly?) from PA. Perhaps we will learn more about this girl in the near future. Or perhaps we will bring back another rap battle, since she enjoyed the first one.

Cause its true what you heard
I don't tell no lie
My rap name's White Thought
Heres my battle cry
I said all you rappers
You can always try
But you'll never match the style
Of the wild Joeflyy

Pace.

Update Bitches

Yeah, so Mark can stop bugging Matt to bug me to add his blog to the sidebar. Did you honestly think your fellow outcasts wouldn't support you? Silly Markfi. Plus I revamped the whole link section and took out anything that isn't a blog. Those were dumb links anyway. So yeah, new quiz and big post tomorrow. Oh and check out the new blog links, Sloth Moss and Life in the RC. Really cool blogs, and sloth is of course our fellow once upon a time Ask Maddener Marky T. And Kevin is just a cool guy who spent a long time making his blog authentic. You'll see what I mean. Anyway, check them out.

Every Me and Every You

What up. Looks like me and Matt have done it again.....Oh yeah and we performed tonight. I guess we did ok. Meh, it never feels right to rate yourself performance wise. I felt good about it, so it must have been decent.
So glad Adam and Kevin came to see us. You guys rock. I wish we could have written you guys into our act somehow...Should have known sooner. Oh well. Onto the stress...So much work piling on and on, Schneider has officially broken my back with journals (like 5 entries? Ok time to do them, but seriously, some of them are involved, and I'm involved in a whole lot more...), Jordon's Hypothetical about the Gilmore girls and how he expects me to rip it apart, I'm not even that good, and he is pretty scary sometimes. Honor societies expect so much community service I am going to gag. Seriously I hate National Honor Society, its a joke and no one cares so whatever. For gods sake raise the academic standards, don't make us give up more of our time that we don't have to do your pre-programmed activities where we are "getting involved in the community"....Yeah ok, involved in what you want us to be. SO sick of it. I swear I hope I get into NYU so I can stop worrying about all these bullshit honor societies and their stupid ideals. The only real one is music, only five people in it. THATS a hardcore honor society. Half our class is in National. Come on.
So mad at work. But on a more respective note, I've been meaning to say this for a long time, and just recently after joining women's choir in order to be in Area All State, I've decided to say something. God bless Mrs. Santillo. Honestly, the woman deserves a trophy, or a pizza, or some sort of recognition. The shit she puts up with day in and day out, the girls who snap at her and treat her like crap, I cannot believe how she keeps her cool in the face of a thousand nasty words. She has my respect. She keeps a smile on her face no matter who has just totally trashed her authority. She is truly an amazing human being.
That said, I have to finish up the crossword from the Journal News (its like baby food compared to the New York Times one) and then maybe I can sleep tonight. Maybe.

Holy Crap!

Wow. The crowd was cheering, Liz had tears streaming down her face, Amy was halfway to an asthma attack, and the whole band was jumping when they announced our score of 72 and the fact that we won best music, best percussion, and took second place in our first competition of the year. Wow. Nothing could beat the energy and excitement of discovering that our band doesn't suck as much as everyone thinks we do. Nerd Patrol has reached new levels. For all you disbelievers and critics: shut the hell up, cause we won something! Mad props to all the members of the marching band, you guys worked hard and deserved this win. I have nothing else to say.