Melody Monday #7

This weeks Melody Monday features a band that I grew up with, if ya know 5^th and 6^th grade counts, who are known for their songs such as Dear Maria, Count Me In, Jasey Rae, Coffee Shop Soundtrack, Stella, and so much more! If you don’t know them by now, let me introduce you to All Time Low. Maybe it’s the fact that I saw them less than a week ago and got two picks along with being less than a couple feet away from them, am I now just showing you guys, or maybe the fact that they released another album with a lot of acoustic versions of their songs that I’m oh so very happy with.

They are a band based from Maryland and have had numerous national and international tours. All Time Low consists of Alex Gaskarth, Jack Barakat, Zack Merrick, and Rian Dawson. All very wonderful and darling creatures of this world. I may be a bit biased but from listening to a number of performances on youtube, and attending several of their concerts, I can say that they are one of the few bands out there that can sound as good or better live performance. So just for the heck of it, I am going to include many songs to take a listen to. Enjoy, and if it’s not your cup of tea… then order a new one.

The Reckless and The Brave

Somewhere In Neverland 

Backseat Serenade

Time Bomb

Teenage Dirtbag (cover)

Jasey Rae

Coffee Shop Soundtrack

Remembering Sunday (My favorite out of all of them)

I don't know where my sanity went but I'm going to try to incorporate 4+5 vocab in this post.

* DISCLAIMER* I apologize in advance for the misuse of the vocabulary words. I realized how much sanity I lost when I was almost done and didn't want to include the last few vocab words. I will probably never do this again unless I'm feeling in a better mood. Without further ado, voila! Oh AND not all tales in this story are true... (:

This is going to be an accurately innacurate story/tale/post about my life or week. Cut me some slack… this is only a prototype of how I want to study my vocabulary words, for I feel like I might switch it up in the near future. Anyways, lets start out the mood with beatitude.  The heyday of my week happened to be when my friends and I went out to eat Thai food at Thai Hut, next to the Jetty. The experience was very palliating because it took off the stress of worrying about school, scholarships, and the most dreadful of them all, homecoming. The place had to be the most immaculate restaurant I’ve been to, nothing was out of place and I felt like I was dining in a five star restaurant. My friends and I ordered basically the whole restaurant, and in a matter of minutes the food was gone. I suddenly sniffed a dank smell in the air and shot an imprecation group of words to Ricky. I knew he let out one of his infamous farts and it wouldn’t be too long until the whole restaurant smelt it.  If only I could save the food from being stigmatized by his fart. Nevertheless, I enjoyed spending glorious eating times with my friends before I had to go home and work on my ineluctable homework.

Continuing on with my week life story, for some odd reason I have this chronic pain in my legs. It moves from my inner side of my legs to my knees, which is quite worry some for a runner like me. But I would like to keep this knowledge on a sub rosa level because my coach would act in a mercurial mood about it. Honestly, we would complain and say, “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?!?!” then say “Suck it up you’re not really hurt you’re just saying that”. You can’t really please him, it’s like he lets his vainglory get the best of him. So, I just don’t say anything, sometimes I wish I could use my volition to speak up for the girl’s varsity team, but you can never win with “adults”.

Enough about my coach, let me tell you about Einstein’s protégé I met at a local coffee shop this week. His name was Vladimir St. Lewitt and came from the lovely city of Milan. He’s earned many accolades in his studies of love… so kudos to him for deciphering the women’s mind. But, as much as a highly intellectual being he is… he turned out to be a bromide person. Not only did he turn out boring but he let out fetid smells… JUST LIKE RICKY. AND he kept talking in prolix sentences, losing me after the first five words. He was very obsequious to his studies so after awhile I left him alone and decided to continue on with my day.

Oh god how could I forgot about the bête noir of my week. There were actually two moments that really set me in a fervid rant. Seeing this girl is like seeing an incubus exist in the real world. It’s not pleasant and instantly brings bad vibes. Her gargantuan fake attitude really can bring out the worse in people. She acts like a sycophant, which is the epitome of what she really is. The way she inveigles her way into my friends’ conversations really drives everyone insane, but we can’t do anything about it. So we just let it happen and pretend she’s not there. I didn’t mean to expound her in such a way that she’s an unlikeable human being, but it makes me mad how she can’t take constructive criticism. The acerbity of her presence can make a flower wilt. Okay I’m done, let’s go back to some positive thoughts.

SO I have this friend, who acts like a total chauvinist, he’s all for America, and I’ve been meaning to ask him when his birthday is. But get this… HE DOESN’T HAVE A BIRTHDAY. He doesn’t even know when he was born.  At first I thought he was being silly and pulling a tautology on me, but minutes later I realized how serious he was. The happiness me started to attrition and I felt more awkward and lame than ever. The vestige of the conversation lingered with me all day, and I really wished that I could’ve thought more before I said anything. The protocol for the rest of the day was to stay away from him, oh the awkwardness.

Took steer my mind away from the mishaps of that day I went therapy retail shopping and bought a myriad of useless junk. BUT some of that junk turned out to be super cool and came with a lagniappe.  I couldn’t have asked for a better week. Actually, I could’ve I’m just grateful that it’s better than most.

CHARACTER STUDY (III)

Miranda was suddenly dropped into a homely type station. The walls were an off white, and the air smelt of submission. To her surprise, three other males met her: a scholar, sage and king. She never once thought about causing great harm to them, for their presence instantly made her feels calm. A myriad of food was then placed in front of her and she decided to have a pleasant lunch with them. Not too long after, a warrior by the name of Eli had dropped in and spontaneously came over to join. Her thoughts were running through her head like a jackrabbit in the plain. Who are these people? Why are they here? Why am I so calm with them? What am I doing here? Most of all who are those other three bystanders sitting by themselves giving us sly looks? After breaking the walls down between them all, they made a concensus decision to go on a journey. The three bystanders heard it all, so they decided to have them tag along. Miranda didn’t know what she was getting into, and neither did Hingle Mcringleberry, Quatro Quatro, and Sequester Migriclle M.D.

CHARACTER STUDY (II)

With a backpack full of useful junk, Miranda stepped lightly out her doorway in what seemed to be the most spontaneous journey she’s ever embarked on. Being a secret agent wasn’t as hard as it’s made out to be, but the process of becoming one really brings out the question “Why the hell are you doing this to yourself?” She never really understood why, she just always had the notion to do so.

One of the government vehicles arrived shortly to deliver her on her thirty-fifth mission. The world was slowly disintegrating to rubble because of all the political corruption and she was part of it. She never really enjoyed the fact that she worked for the government, but she had nothing to lose so why not? The scenary turned into a blur after hours of driving through pastures and wastelands. After what seemed like an endless tunnel of green, she arrived at her destination. Upon arriving she was given her arsenal of weapons and gadgets to use on her mission. She then was pushed into a white room with a small trap door. Her mission just began…

CANTERBURY TALES (I)

Responding back to the questions discussed in class, I would like to know why would Chaucer write an extravagantly long poem about characters who have more to them than meets the eye? Quite frankly, I’m excited to hear about the various tales of each characters stories. The characters that I’m most excited to read about are the monk and the student. My question about the student is why would he go on a pilgrimage when his main focus is education through books such as Aristotle? I like the idea Chaucer has put in the story that every character has it’s own quirks because as readers most of us think of just one general idea of a person when there reputation is acknowledged. Reading the prologue really helped develop a good understand of what type of characters I’m going to be getting into later on in the story.