Author: William

WE were all crazy. sitting in circles. in a deep semicircle tube that held us and our little projects. the ones we held in our minds. we work on them when our thoughts are idle.
There were elevators. They brought us up and down and sideways. We jumped on to explore but we were never allowed to leave. There were yards, and even pools for swimming. There were lockers. Rows of wooden lockers. We were herded and kept on video for the most part. They watched us. Conflicts would arise once and while.
I was approached by a boy. He told me in the shyest, the most obvious- the most painfully direct, indirect way- that he did not like me talking to her. His girl. She initiated me. He didn’t want to be the bad guy- but he didn’t like me talking to her.
The pools were blue and shallow- so we wouldn’t drown. I hid my food in the lockers. Rain always leaked through- Sopping everything. My laptop was my only connection the the outside world. I didn’t like living through a machine.
The yards were dangerous. It was always a spectacle watching the others maneuver their way around the dogs and up the ladders, perching themselves on little roof peaks, while the canines foamed below.
I was more concerned with the military operations. They were upstairs, a few stories above the shared group area. The faces were blurred. Group times happened to be the happiest and most nauseating times. They were always controlled by those taller women with powerful voices. Eclectic. Crazy with power. but we were crazy. it was a sick operation. we slept and filled out forms all day long. I was tired and the talk was cheap. it was redundant. the people here were crazy. they were crazy. not me. i was the only sane one.
I decided i had enough. I filled out my papers. With brutal accuracy and speed and as much as i thought it would matter today… as I slowed toward the end… i realized it didnt. No. this was a sick game of perfection. I played the game though. i decided to go to the courts. The second floor after my nap. I walked into the room with its shallow wooden ceilings. It was a small room. The judge examined papers in the front. there were all types of people. people painting. Some with their designer European or Japanese clothes. Others ragged and bland, standing with with hands on their hips. they watched others as we watched them.
I remembered earlier that day. We were washing the boat and I was finishing my forms- I was committed to going home. The bastards kept making noise. Never the friendly ones. and no… it was never their fault. They always escaped the blame. Their obnoxious distracting mannerisms. i flipped out. once. twice. three times. throwing the wooden chair across the deck.yelling with veins bursting and my brow panting caution. they saw the crazy in my eyes. but all i wanted was to be sane again. isn’t that enough to make a man crazy? they left me there to finish.
i walked to the front on the line only to hear them tell me i wast qualified to leave. I’ve been here for months. at first i as alright. at first i was fine. i took part in swimming, the group time, the teachers. i toyed with these plans. I was done. Someone told me of the man upstairs. in charge of the operations. one at least. we crowed into the waiting room as the elevator took us to our cubby. i wasn’t ready to go back to my wonder world of sick journal entries and standardize form filling. I asked to go up. the girl looked at me and we were up. i glanced to the left of the elevator. there was a wooden door. i want to go there. she looked at me again. pulled a key from here pocket, placed it the steal casing in from of her and turned it while pressing 8. 8 stood out. I don’t remember why.
i walked through the wooden door, grabbing its generic stainless steal handle and pulling it towards me. a carpeted room amphitheater. chairs descending down. I was up. i walked the upper level. there were flags. there was a hustle and urgency in the air. a man, balding but plenty of energy, looked at me and asked me where i was going. i explained i was here to see her. he asked me to wait and he went off. I looked around. there were flags. all countries i think. organizations maybe? im not sure. the room was large with a stage at the center. i was looking down, though not down at all at the top right corner of the room. there was a desk in front of me. i looked down. i almost missed the man. he was old. a general. fat. hairy. gray hair. ingrown hairs. a mellow tone. a kind apologetic voice. he told me his story- and mine. i wasn’t listening. i was engrossed with the details. he was no military man. the uniform said nothing but general with its gold oak leaf trimming. no insignia. it made me wonder. a family- smiling and seemingly anxious piled out of the elevator. i moved as they walked past us. they walked on the sky walk to her office. i got distracted.

i wandered into more offices. everyone in uniform. pretty blind to my presence. there were pretty people here. some anyway. they wore designer clothes. i decided to check my hygiene. i looked to the center of the room. the changing curtains were there. green and white. it housed a place to take off clothes and freshen up. there was music. i peered through the curtains. slid them shut as best i could to hide from the hustle of business activities all around me. the wind blew them open and closed but- i didnt care. i took off my shirt. i caught some eyes from behind the curtains. she said ‘take it off’ i just blushed and ignored the flirtatious play. she came up from behind me dancing. she was tall and she had a vibrant smile and curves. i got it in me to dance along. it was playful. we touched and it was genuine enjoyment. for me anyway. i had no idea who she was. i remembered that and i continued on my business.
i peered into an accounting room. I overheard converstaion. ‘whos in your office’ i looked around. it was a nut. a complete nut. uttering some insanities to himself. an old wee man. he typed away on the accounting typewriter. ‘it doesn’t matter unless you sign the form’ just then a woman peaks in and smiles. ‘oh hes fine by me. I’ll sign him’. he was a nut.
I dont remember much else. the military operations and accounting offices were spearheading this fascist operation of standardized testing at a premium rate. cashing in on our insanities. we were in control but completely out of control. i was sick of it. what is this. what is this world we live in. Maybe I wasn’t the smartest, but i knew how to get what i want. and that would take me anyway. because i got what i wanted. or so i thought.

they were crazy. we sat in circle… a semicircular tubing housing our vices and sloth vegetative state. it swung and moved like it was alive. no one was accountable for themselves. excuses were made and accepted. it was perverse and sick.

where are those dreamy lonely eyes? A crushing weight dissipates throughout my chest. my head is heavy. my mind it fuzzy. I long to sleep inside you. the white covers tucked over our head. giggling and smiling as our bodies warm together. those smiling eyes looking through blond hair-

Although it can be any number of things I find it fascinating to deal with a concept such as music. It can be interpreted any number of ways and mean any number of things. When you listen, it is not just an analog wave that travels through the air to beat upon your drum without poise. It hold’s power and meaning within those waves. These dynamics are only there if explored, and only felt if feelings are initiated. The music must hold significance to your affectionate self.

you skip a beat. look to see who else is watching. i bury my feet in the sand. lay back and throw my eyes to the sky. my limpid thoughts trickle between my memories and feelings. the sand is warm as my toes nudge further down, as my thoughts intertwine with desires and dreams.

My mind is clogged at the moment. I need to consciously enjoy myself. even then it seems like a chore. down time. where is me time? not thinking at all. i will find it.

i went out last night. went to a friends cabin. it was about a forty five minute drive north. I suppose it was a good time. I think you decide when you are having a good time. They don’t happen, and they’re not given situations. I am unsatisfied with where I’m at at this school. No offense to anyone but this is not what I want. Im not sure anyone does here tho. I want more. and im looking forward to getting more. i need some emotional stimulation. nothing shallow. I want people to peak my interest. does that happen anymore? do people ever surprise me anymore? am i chasing something too good to be true? how deep am i looking? i hate the smell of rotten beer and cigarette. i want fresh. like fresh white sheets. in a room with the windows open and white draperies flowing in the wind. my eyes are heavy. my breathing is shallow

if you are stupid, can you recognize intelligence? do stupid people recognize intelligence when they here it? or are they so ignorant that it hurts to listen?

ive been sitting in my room all day. im gonna go for a walk. its getting cold. ripping tearing slicing gnawing.

Summary of “The Newfoundland Conundrum”

“Everything was better back when everything was worse.”

In his essay “The Newfoundland Conundrum”, taken from the book “The Iambics of Newfoundland”, Robert Finch translates the experiences of an associate writer’s unique travels that left him with a very real and complex idea of finding ‘salvation’ in nature. The essay takes away the looking glass in which we perceive the world from our ‘gregarious’ and ‘technological’ lifestyles, and draws the reader to look into a seemingly uncomfortable and distant world where the people’s main source of reliance was put not on the things seen, but on things unseen, as a source of satisfaction. The direct conundrum the essay describes was due to the paradox encountered with the realization that the very technological advances we strive for (inevitably necessary and undeniably predictable in the evolution of mans race) are the very thing sapping satisfaction from life and add to our ever growing neuroses that technology makes life easier.
The essay explores the relationship these distant, ill-resourced out-ports achieved with nature and the “psyche” that enabled them to maintain an appreciation and satisfaction for life that is unusual considering their circumstances. He explains how unsatisfied life seemed to be despite the level of comfort experienced living among his urban populace, surrounded with technological amenities that reduced these harsh realities of survival to nil. Life was harsh and relentless for these people, and examples of the natural tendency to escape those realities were evident as seen in the push to Confederate with Canada as referendums passed to aid in making a life easier. This, the author notes, is part of the evolutionary process and these very hardships are what propel man to achieve technological advances- the very advances that we depend on to make life easier are what make true satisfaction out of reach.
In summary, the essay gives us an indirect glimpse into the benefits of struggling for survival and why gratitude and salvation is prevalent in those who struggle to survive, and why it is in many today that satisfaction with comfortable and easy lifestyles is just out of reach. Delayed gratification is the only way that allows for a deep contrast so we can full take satisfaction in achieving any goal or surviving any hardship.

Sometimes i desire to be simple. Where the weight of my words were never weighed and i could breath a thought as easily as i felt it. Where I can be in the here and now and enjoy the twinkle of satisfaction from feeling free of over thinking. Where I wasn’t in constant struggle with my past habits. Where I could tell people what i really thought and i wouldn’t involving me holding anything back. My thoughts are like streams and rivers that run dry or come crashing with such force that people can’t hold it all. My mind is like a endless surge that rises above mountains and sinks below the sand all in a day. I have passion and desire that can be contrasted and compared to love & hate.

I want to contribute. I go out of my way to make connections. i don’t ever feel like i waste my time when i experience new things. ever. i love every foreign concept, novel idea, new experience, or unique people. I want to incorporate as much novelty as i can into my life.

my eyes scan the back of my mind. My gaze is transient. My heart pumps images and flashes into the trenches of understanding.

A phenomenal amount of insight was gained while reading as well as a renewed sense of responsibility as a college student. This was especially insightful in supporting some of my preexisting habits I’ve already incorporated into my daily routine as the formula for ensured success in and out of the classroom.
Proper sleep in essential for proper brain functioning. Not only for proper cognitive learning and efficiently absorbing new ideas and concepts, but also in effectively storing memories that can be recalled with better insight and accuracy. Poor sleep degrades the minds ability to not only learn, but the ability to recall information to ones peak ability is impaired. Sleep after learning new tasks allows the mind to solidify these new concepts into the memory by activating the same areas that were used to learn the task while you are awake. Proper sleep that consists of a routine eight hours of sleep a night, is important for studying, test taking, and just optimally absorbing the most material in the classroom and text. In addition power naps are greatly beneficial after learning material, or directly before having to recall previous information learned.
Also, scanning the whole text to get an general idea of the material, followed up by sleep will better prepare the mind for absorbing information when you read text more thoroughly when you wake.
Although the idea is less than original, it became apparent that the more emotionally engaged the mind is in the subject matter, the more apt it is to memorize and recall information due to the areas of the brain involved with memory and emotion being very close together. The intrinsic value lies in that the more passionate you are about a subject and material, the more you’re likely to retain and process information. So get passionate for Learning and College and you will succeed, just like everything else you’re passionate in.
Our responsibility is recognizing the importance of discipline to a given task, and keeping you’re eyes on the end goal and reward. This delayed gratification and self-control, when learned and put into effect through habit, proves to increase overall academic success, as well as concentration, your ability to think, perseverance and, in my opinion, the ability to cope the stress. This is why it’s important to set goals and stick to them. This is especially true with ADD where the ability to cope with impulses using self-control wasn’t learned early on.
The will to learn also increases the minds ability to think and absorb information. In this way we are more receptive to persuasion, which includes words from educators and teachers which include pep talks and inspirational motivation through audio and books. This can alter the way the mind thinks by tapping into and mobilizing brains reserve energy to learn.
Another obvious responsibility as a college student is our diet. It’s vitally important to uptake the appropriate nutrition to sustain peak mind and body function. Hydration is important in the transport and distribution of nutrients and energy (glucose) to all over the body. Hydration also helps lubricate the body in aiding in cell to cell function as well as intracellular function. Dehydration impairs the ability to learn drastically. Complex carbohydrates supply the mind and body with a steady supply of glucose energy. Protein rich foods contain amino acids that are absolutely necessary in order for the main and circuitry of the brain to work accordingly. Long chain fatty acids such as Omega 3 and 6 literally make up the composition of the brain. Physical exercise aids in increases circulation and therefore increased overall health.
Diet, Sleep, being passionate about learning, being disciplined, and the will to learn are our main responsibilities as college students.

Guide Questions: Answer in 1-2 complete sentences
1. How does learning differ from knowledge?
Learning is the acquisition and assimilation of new truths coupled with a belief system which leads to a revelation of a set perimeter of knowledge and insight. Learning is an active process that involves comparing and contrasting past and current experiences in order to gain clarity towards a certain understanding, whereas knowledge is a concrete form of solidified findings deduced through the process of learning- though knowledge can constantly be improved upon and added to.

2. How can learning be facilitated from a ….
a. Physiological Perspective? Sleep is especially important for the mind to organize and manage new experiences that would lead to a better insight and understanding of an application. Another often overlooked physiological perspective in the learning process is the importance of physical exercise and a well balanced diet; in order for the mind to work properly it needs to be a well lubricated, nutrient and oxygen rich machine so that the metabolism and system as a whole functions to its utmost capabilities, pumping important glucose and nutrients to vital parts of the brain as well as carrying away detrimental free-radicals and oxidative properties that would inhibit peak brain function.
b. Social Perspective? Either by examining a group or a single person, the ability to relate to other humans is highly important in the learning process due to the efficiency of being able to exchange only the most important information that we can assimilate that would transversely lead to knowledge and understanding that is relatable due to similar experiences and effective communication. Social communication, in the aspect of learning, from one person to another in paramount due to the variety of ways humans are able to relay information, either verbally- through certain vocabulary, use of metaphors and similes, voice inflections to signify importance, speed of speech, structure of ideas and concepts , visually- through body language or the ability of using props to convey and idea, and emotionally – through the bond and trust between two people and the significance or urgency of the message being communicated.
c. Emotional Perspective? The more emotionally involved we are in the learning process the more apt we are to retain memories and regurgitate information which is all due to the fact that more parts of the brain are engaged when emotions and accompanying hormones are present.
d. Executive Functioning Perspective? Executive functioning is fundamental in applying what concepts and ideas we’ve absorbed through the learning process towards a situation or exemplify them in the real world. It is our ability to apply what we know which is more or less how skilled we are as a person in any given task, which if we look at it in the proper light can be awesome when you look at it through the rewards of repetition to either clarify understanding or reinforce what we’ve learn.

3. How does communication facilitate learning? As mentioned before, communication is a key in the process of learning. People are able to collectively pass along information that is deemed relative to a given situation in a variety of ways both verbally and non-verbally, which is very important at accurately relaying specific information in order to maintain a clear cut understanding of knowledge.

4. How does goal-setting facilitate learning? Goal setting is immensely important in knowing exactly where and what the standard is. By setting goals you spatially have an understanding at the energy and time needed to take you to that point; this is especially encouraging when you set goals you know a feasible due to the accomplishments of others in the past or around you.

“Knowledge without practice is useless.
Practice without knowledge is dangerous.” –Confucius

I read that quote and I liked it.

Some imagery comes to mind. i was thinking of the importance of continual education… or ongoing personal development rather. Its a never ending process. I think of the mind much like a sword. Its sharp. Cutting through obstacles and the weeds of deception and lies. It is capable of combating many false doctrines that you’d encounter in life. I think of the mind like a sword. You need to continually sharpen your sword. after all you are constantly using it in every day life. No use going to battles with a dull blade. and after all.. such a waste when a finely honed sword isn’t used. We constantly need to submerse ourselves in truth and education as to develop our mind to the utmost degree. We also need to know how to use our mind. like Confucius says ‘knowledge with out practice is useless. Practice without knowledge is dangerous.’ if we don’t know how to apply our mind, or dont know how to properly yield a fine sword in battle, chances are we will be injured or injure ourselves.

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I dunno. Im in thr mountains in Vermont. Its awfully cold in the evening. Hot in my room tho. The hum of fans saturate the cubicle of living space. Its almost trancing. I am two years ahead of most students here. I took off two years to organize my priorities. Ive matured immensely in these two years in ways i never thought I would. The new students here are lost. Immature. And i dont say that in a negative sense. Fundamentally they haven’t found something worth living for. That is sad, yet they are young. They have no responsibilities, nor have they ever had to take on any. This is the most expensive school in the country. The parents of the majority of these kids are Doctors, Lawyers, Businessmen, or high level government workers. A small minority are here on grants and scholarships. At any rate. A good majority of these kids are under developed. I was probably just like them at some point. Probably worse until i tooks the reins of responsibility. I seek the top five percent of society. err. not society. Society is like a flock of ignorant sheep who sway with the wind and follow the Shepard. I’m looking for the Shepard, but the very best of them. I want to lead. To give them understanding and help them break from the bondage that lack of truth offers. I want to spread the realities of truth. To help people achieve happiness and success and thier full potential. hm.

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The Learning Brain.

it hurts when you hear the truth. people get defensive and hostile- instead of indifferent. they take it personally and feel the need to form an oppositional opinion to counter any sense to the argument.

people are how you chose to perceive them. enough. you judge. you treat them exactly how you think they should be treated. because of your insecurities. sense and judgement

effort. what is effort? its a battle against the will. why not align yourself with your will. if something requires effort and is hard to do- why not change your attitude and make yourself enjoy the task. youll be faster adn more proficient garantee. and youll like it. cause you said so.

I was thinking.
If you’re serious…. are you fearful?

hm.

i want to be calm, subtle, forceful.

what do i get out of thinking. i struggle with this whole thinking and doing thing. i have all these thoughts. unceasing yet never enough. i have to pursue magic. i could draw a line through everyday and although it wouldn’t be linear, it’d offer a collected outline of me. but who the fuck is that. who is me. who am i every day. i have this chameleon personality. I take over the mentality of the surroundings, objectives, subjectives, interests, points of view of whomever i choose. I am whoever i want to be. I am a master at being who you love the most. I chose whose affections i draw from, based on all sorts of factors, emotional progressive social intellectual good righteous creative different unique factors. i can choose who i really want to be. effortlessly. when i try and its less than genuine, maintaining it isnt worth the effort. my biggest pitfall are my peers. when i didnt have direction, my adopted mentality, demeanor, mannerisms, would prevent me from being myself. Now that im done with pleasing people, which is incredibly hard not to do, i find that pleasing myself is the biggest challenge. it requires constant upkeep. People are easy. repeat that to yourself. Smile. give then attention. genuinely pursue your interest in them. Just listen to them and tell them what they want to hear. if i cared what anyone wanted to hear i would be friends with everyone. People want love. unadulterated love. not gay love that you give to someone you feel sorry for. love like passion. Something that isnt abused but is respected. people want to be understood. I can understand. problem is. i cant understand myself sometimes. Its like. you know what you know. and only when you know… is when you are somebody. you are a nobody unless you know what you want. and you want people to verify that. well. you do. whether you think so or not. you are pursuing those people, however invisible at the present time, that will relate to you and encourage and validate you. Im missing those people. I guess thats why people go through friends. they lose interest in the people who dont evolve with them. who dont validate their renewed understanding of self.

my biggest pitfall are my peers. people who are not in anyway verifying this immaculate image i strive to construct for myself. its hard when youve never found them. and maybe these people… they see that they arent the ones. and on occasion, maybe you convince yourself out of desperation that they maybe the ones, and maybe they get on a high horse and think theyve figured me out, but its just pure desperation and soon that high is ruined, and so are they, even moreso for their pride that shines so obviously through a supple occasion of vulnerability for the sheer sake of exhaustion of upkeep. whatever the case. i think this is everyone. not just me. everyone loves affection. from whoever will give it. for validity.

“Whatever you’re doing, be all there.” Jim Elliot

I am not living in the past. i am not a collection of my past best efforts. Every second i have the option of doing my best based on my newly acquired taste of what it takes to be the best. i love being the best. i love perfection, or striving for it. i am not fake. im not going to be miserable by being negative. i am so happy with trying that there is nothing i will not try that would potentially get me close to where i want to go. i will try until i accomplish my goal. i will not have mediocre goals. i will know what the standard is just so i can blow it away. i will be humble and i will learn from the best. i will read and study the best. i will do whatever it takes to reach my full potential. I will have the best attitude. i will always try to reach my dreams even in the diversity of dream stealer’s. people with negative attitudes. people who always like to bring others down. the people who like to give reality checks. well. they can live a mediocre life if they want. They don’t know how to dream. Id rather dream a little and try little than dream a lot and try nothing.

i could go both ways with this. my thinking is extremely unfocused. my thoughts are really dull and incapable of inspiring me at the moment. i am really fucking dissatisfied right now. i dont know what the fuck i want. im sick of people. the same people. im sick of the atmosphere. im sick of being nice for no reason at all. im sick of trying. just kidding. see. im gonna take that and shove it right up my ass cause thats crazy talk. im looking forward to getting the hell outta here. i want to make my life. and i want college and school to be over. i want my first class education so i can work for myself and own a penthouse in the city of new york or boston with a giant loft where me and my wife can sleep in on the weekends. i want big giant windows over looking the skyline and i want my Mercedes sl55 valeted to me every morning for work. i want designer furniture, clothes, jewelry. i want to eat health food and go to my three story corporate gym every day at 600am so im nice and refreshed before work. i want to go out on friday night. stay home on saturday night. go to church on Sunday morning and read in my study the rest of the night. i want a huge library of first editions. i want teak wood paneling and a massive mahogany desk at my home office. i want a home in aspen where i can fly to once a month for a extended weekend trip with my lover. i want my house on the beach in Newport where i keep my sailboat nearby. My consulting job would call for me to travel two weeks of every month to destinations in europe and the Mediterranean as well as japan and korea, and maybe even south Africa. i want my children to attend to finest preparatory schools so they have an open mind and can tackle anything thats put in front of them in this life. i want them to work and earn for everything they have so they come to appreciate the little values and principles of life like discipline and organization. i will have the money and power to give them the opportunity to do anything they’re imaginations can come up with, with the exception of nothing at all. my wife will be a stay at home mom with the other housewives. she’ll never have to rely on money. she’ll pursue her passion of art or design or photography with unlimited support from me. she’ll conjure up something to cook every night im home and ill tell her how amazing it tasted; except on saturday evenings when i take her out on our regular Saturday night dates and eat at the finest restaurants and cafes. my wife will be naturally blonde and slender. beautiful stunning eyes that cause me to catch my breath every time i look at her, even after 5 10 15 30 years together. she’ll be sophisticated. smart. charming. classy. creative and talented. cultured. ambitious. dashing. deep. simple. positive. health conscious. primmed and proper. encouraging. and even when she’s not any of these things ill remind her that i love her anyway just because i chose her and its nothing she did or didnt do that made me love her from the second it hit me. and ill be there for her through it all. and she can test me all she wants.

so anyway.

“Good” Better Than Ezra
“I Got a Girl” Tripping Daisy
“Back For Good” Take That
“Breakfast at Tiffany’s” Deep Blue Something
“One of Us” Joan Osborne
“In the Meantime” Spacehog
“Drugs” Ammonia
“Everything Falls Apart” Dog’s Eye View
“Popular” Nada Surf
“Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand” Primitive Radio Gods
“Flood” Jars of Clay
“Pepper” Butthole Surfers
“Counting Blue Cars” Dishwalla
“Novocaine for the Soul” The Eels
“Just Between You and Me” dc Talk
“Your Woman” White Town
“The Freshmen” The Verve Pipe
“Call Me” Le Click
“The Impression That I Get” The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
“If You Could Only See” Tonic
“Brick” Ben Folds Five
“Bitter Sweet Symphony” The Verve
“Sex and Candy” Marcy Playground
“Closing Time” Semisonic
“Save Tonight” Eagle-Eye Cherry
“You Get What You Give” New Radicals
“What It’s Like” Everlast
“Praise You” Fatboy Slim
“Beautiful” Joydrop
“Blue (Da Ba Dee)” Eiffel 65
“Take a Picture” Filter
“Absolutely (Story Of a Girl)” Nine Days
“Hemorrhage (In My Hands)” Fuel
“Around the World (La La La La La)” ATC
“Butterfly” Crazy Town
“South Side” Moby
“Drive” Incubus
“Smooth Criminal” Alien Ant Farm
“Wherever You Will Go” The Calling
“Wasting My Time” Default
“The Middle” Jimmy Eat World
“The Boys of Summer” The Ataris
“Headstrong” Trapt
“Ocean Avenue” Yellowcard
“One Thing” Finger Eleven
“B.Y.O.B.” System of a Down
“Feel Good Inc.” Gorillaz
“Just the Girl” The Click Five
“Low” Cracker
“Blow up the outside World” Soundgarden
“” The Cardigans

“tom’s diner” Suzanne Vega