Oh jesus...literally.

Can't we all just leave Barack Obama alone and let him get on with his campaign? Obviously, his reverend is a crazy egomaniac who has decided to drive Obama's campaign into the ground. I'm sick of it. This isn't anything like government is supposed to be. Poor Obie, he's just trying to make a difference.

bubble toes

A few weeks ago, someone told me about a new artist called Colbie Caillat. she told me that Colbie was like Jack Johnson: calm, soothing, and a great guitarist. as the daughter of Ken Caillat, an executive producer working with Fleetwood Mac, i was expecting something mediocre at worst. i'm sad to say that her hit single, "Bubbly," made me bleed from the eyeballs. Yes, she is an actual vocalist who writes her own songs and plays guitar. there is no doubt that those two things win points to even the worst of pop artists. However, what i've begun to realize is that Colbie is frustrating. too often everyone boasts "she is the female version of Jack Johnson." But she is really just the mixture of everything that people HATE about Jack Johnson. Her lyrics are tacky, her songs are overplayed, and advertise ridiculously staged and cheesy romantic situations. It's like a bad movie full of fake love. you think "ooooh, a new guilty pleasure!" and then you realize that there is no pleasure. i'm sorry, coco, but go back to LA.

crispy, crispy benjamin franklin

so someone told me not so long ago that he is a sucker for acceptance. at first, i thought...eh, that's a little weird. especially in his case. but then it kind of started to make sense. right now is the final stretch leading into nfty elections. of course, i tell that to anyone except for a select group of maybe 200 people and it means nothing. no one knows what it is. even my own parents don't really get it. it's not just acceptance. it's not a cult, it's not a place for jews to hook up or smoke pot. it's just being who you are and finding people who love you. it's like that textbook definition of family. which is why i understand his need for acceptance. because i can't imagine my life without my nfty family. because i know they love me no matter what, and i can hardly say that about most people at school. and hell only knows, if i didn't have that unconditional love, i might have to start caring about what people at school think. i might have to buy a juicy couture jacket.

so really, world, what i'm trying to tell you is this: a craving for acceptance is not as weird as i previously thought. and i'm just so ready to get back into the arms of my love, nfty. yes, that's tacky, but there will never be a time in which my life isn't tacky.

From here on in, I shoot without a script.

This song is for the rats who hurled themselves into the ocean when they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold were just about to blow. Let them all go.

This song is for the soil that's toxic clear down tho the bedrock where nothing of consequence can grow, drop your seeds there, let them grow. Let them all go.

This song is for the people that tell their families that they're sorry for things they can't and won't feel sorry for. Let them all go.