[ 10/16/05] ransomstreet at the elmo this friday contact us for details or tickets myspace.com/ransomstreet or maybe you could just come talk to us we love you 31 accidents

[ 09/16/05] hey kids! its been a while, eh? long time no see! i missed you all dearly. but! i come bearing good news! ransom street has finally been released into the wild! you can check us out at myspace.com/ransomstreet, a truly uplifiting experience, featuring photos, shows, friends, contacts, booking, and all around good times. we've posted a demo, temporarily lacking vocals as we rework a few parts. but all in all, i hope you enjoy, check us out and post a comment! 1 accidents

[ 09/12/05] ...lions! 5 accidents

[ 06/27/05] so uh...its summer. fuck yeah. 4 accidents

[ 06/06/05] camping = maximum sick. i jumped off the diving rock. i paddled in the judgement day, complete with jesus action figure emblem. i was bitten by mosquitos. i took a crap in the bushes. i went commando. i painted. i ate hot dogs. and pancakes. and steak. i slept outside. i sat by a campfire. i saw turtles. and a water snake. i went swimming. i didnt shower. i watched the sunset. i survived two thunderstorms (but i didnt stay dry through either) and i fought a grizzly bear. 7 accidents

[ 05/30/05] today i rode in juliannas truck. it was the manliest thing EVER. holy eff you should have seen me. 12 accidents

[ 05/28/05] i hate everything and everything hates me. im in a bad mood, can you tell? i suck at life. 9 accidents

[ 05/21/05] im really kind of sick of breaking strings. dun dun dun dun....shit. 1 accidents

[ 05/09/05] i play soccer. more specifically, i play soccer on a soccer team. this soccer team is coached by one david fong. david fong has coached said soccer team for several years. now, if you know david fong, you will know that his players respect him. you will also know that he volunteers year round, organizing an entire hockey league, coaching a soccer team, canvasing for various foundations, and even cooking for his esl class. you will also know that on top of this he works full time, and parents two annoying children. now, you see, this "david fong" gains the respect and affection of his colleagues, co-workers, friends, and even his children's friends simply by acting his part as a respectable, responisble, and friendly human being. i find this to be remarkably energetic for a man over sixty. he is also probably crazy, but that is besides the point. anyways. tonight, this soccer team, coached by david fong, played a game of soccer against another soccer team. the "coach" of this "other soccer team" apparently found the need to ridicule david fong for his "lack of organization," etc, in front of david fong's own soccer team. if you are forty years old, and you honestly feel the need to earn the affection and popularity vote of a bunch of sixteen year olds by putting down a sixty year old man (who has, through his honestly and reliability, earned the respect of the entire town), you are pathetic. if you are forty years old, and honestly feel the need to earn the affection and popularity vote of a bunch of sixteen year olds by using such eloquent terminology as "shart," you are pathetic. grow up, douchebag. hey uh, i dont mean to be preachy, but...we all owe our parents huge. once you get over the fact theyre crazy, and that they make you want to kill yourself, and blah blah blah...theyre not so bad. i guess. haha. p.s. this was written indifferent to the fact that david fong is, in fact, my father. well, except maybe the last bit, right above this paragraph. ever other statement is unbiased, true, and solid fact. i mean, my friends like my dad more than i do. so really, im not making this up. peace out. 11 accidents

[ 04/21/05] this just in. monumental news. bobesich is giving me a bass solo. ... HELLZ YEAH! 12 accidents

[ 04/21/05] hey um...im going to new york next week. YEAH. i really want to go to the MOMA...but theres all these people who think that sitting at the bottom of the statue of liberty, bored off their faces for three hours, will be more fun. you cant even go up it anymore, because someone somewhere is afraid that someone might blow it up for no reason. oh well, whatever floats your boat. but besides that. I <3 NY i even have a t shirt that tells me so. also, i have to work tomorrow. this means that i cant go see underoath. this is terrible. its so nice out, but the closs isnt home. 12 accidents

[ 04/16/05] its so nice out. i want to play soccer. 7 accidents

[ 04/10/05] i worked today. they gave me a little tag that says "gap." i worked with katie and melissa and russel. i saw danielle and mike and lara and mr and mrs smeriglio and mrs scheepers and mary scheepers and aunt carolyn. i bought ice cream and a sweater. i earned $38.50. minus the ice cream and the sweater. now i have homework to do. my dad made me a ham and cheese and tomato omlette. im tired and i have a headache. oh damn. 7 accidents

[ 04/09/05] bad friend alert. 6 accidents

[ 04/05/05] 1. Post the names of 20 of your favorite musicians. 2. See who can guess which is your favorite song by each. 3. Once someone guesses right, bold that row and include the song. alright, eff. give it a shot, kids. 1. Thursday 2. Underoath 3. My Chemical Romance 4. The Bled 5. Alexisonfire 6. Brand New 7. The Used 8. AFI 9. Thrice 10. Coheed and Cambria. 11. Protest the Hero 12. Saosin 13. Moneen 14. Taking Back Sunday 15. Deftones 16. Incubus so, i just found out that im lame and dont even know twenty different artist well enough for them to count in this dumb game. oh well. but then again...what counts as "favourite?" because well, theres lots of musicians i like...but i mean, what if i just dont know their songs by name? that single fact does not stop me from appreciating their work. ah! this is driving me crazy! i dont know who to write down! oh jeez! i guess...i suppose that par will be set for bands whos songs i can identify by title, or whos music i have been listening to lately. i also think that i am thinking about this too much. enjoy! i have also noticed that this list is almost entirely made up of one genre of music. its all screamo (well mostly). i mean, this does not entirely represent the entirety of music that i enjoy. but well, it seems that for some reason, i pay more attention to the minute details of screamo, whereas other genres of music i take simply at face value. interesting. oh. i think i know why. maybe i just like it. why does it matter? why am i trying to justify myself? im an idiot. yeah, im thinking too much. ta. please overlook the fact that i am a lameass, and do the thing anyways! i think it will be fun. 12 accidents

[ 04/04/05] i really like pastels. or, ask miss kelly ann insists, i really like crayons. 1 accidents

[ 03/27/05] im so tired. i counted my homework the other day. nineteen assignments. i found out that my computer can play songs in slow motion. its awesome. my mouth hurts. and i listen to thursday again. i spent way too much time in front of the computer today. i pretty much know everything there is to know about joseph mallord william turner. paint is frustrating. my job hunt is slowly failing. what to write? someone motivate me. i pretty much just want to sleep. goodnight. oh wait, lyrics. in the circuit, the frequency's breaking up. the speakers can barely move. this is not a test. tune to the broadcast. witness the jetlag. look in the mirror. adjust the V-hold. shatter the lens. pull out the shards. choke on her words, caught in her throat. how long can the wheels maintain a spin at this velocity? on every block, a reminder: you can't stop this intersection. at every turn, dead forests of tenements rise like antennas. the miles are adding up and the days are counting down. cut the jet black from my hair before we're bathed in the dawn of New Year's Day. i will change back to myself. in the flame we burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents. we're too lost to lose hope. maybe the night seems so dark because the day is much too bright for us to see that we are cured. shatter the lens. pull out the shards. we are cured. choke on her words, caught in your throat. that's the sound of music from another room. the piano player hangs from piano wire but the player piano carries on. sit back and tune to the broadcast. this is not a test. shatter the lens. pull out the shards. choke on her words, caught in your throat. as the language dissolves and the setence lifts, a slow alphabet of rain is whispering, "acbdefg" since I replaced the I in live with an O, i can't remember who you are... but tomorrow i'll be you. just pick up the phone. i'm calling from your house, in your room, in your name, lying in your bed, following your dreams. i listen to your voice get caught in my throat as i sing "This Is Just A Dream" on New Year's Day, we will change back to ourselves. in the flame we are cured. we are cured. we are cured. im so emo it hurts! 10 accidents

[ 03/21/05] why am i back at school? eff. also, i plan on getting a job. and earning money. it would be awesome if i wasnt broke all the time. 11 accidents

[ 03/15/05] im in a pickle. 13 accidents

[ 03/13/05] march break pretty much rules. 5 accidents

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