Random Rambles

jacobaclouse:

I hung out with this dude tonight. And his girlfriend took this picture; she’s really good in case you didn’t notice.

Dawwwww, you shouldn’t have.

I hung out with this dude tonight. And his girlfriend took this picture; she’s really good in case you didn’t notice.

Dawwwww, you shouldn’t have.

A reminder.

Albums I gotta buy:

Grace - Jeff Buckley
Where The Light Is - John Mayer
Continuum - John Mayer
Live at the Regal - B.B. King
John Mayall & The Blues Breakers with Eric Clapton
Couldn’t Stand the Weather - Stevie Ray Vaughan & Double Trouble

I suggest you buy the two-disc Legacy Edition of Couldn’t Stand The Weather. It is relatively cheap and has some unreleased material.

Hello. I’m Garrett. Would you happen to be familiar with the term ‘sexual intercourse?’

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—	Garrett Baumer

One of my favorite poems

WHENEVER I walk to Suffern along the Erie track

I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.

I suppose I’ve passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute

And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.

I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;

That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.

I know this house isn’t haunted, and I wish it were, I do;

For it wouldn’t be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.

This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,

And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.

It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;

But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.

If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid

I’d put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.

I’d buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be

And I’d find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.

Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,

Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.

But there’s nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone

For the lack of something within it that it has never known.

But a house that has done what a house should do, a house that has sheltered life,

That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,

A house that has echoed a baby’s laugh and held up his stumbling feet,

Is the saddest sight, when it’s left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.

So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track

I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,

Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,

For I can’t help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.

At School

Mwhaha. Outsmarted the school server again. My high school isn’t near cultured enough to even acknowledge Tumblr. Therefore, it is not blocked, like Blogspot, Facebook, MySpace, etc. You’ve been pwned, Randolph Southern!

Just an idea

I have recently decided to write a novel. The omnipresent genre of the book will be mystery, though it will branch of into it’s cousin genres: suspense and romance. The novel will not be a tome, by any means, but it will substantial, nevertheless. My writing will commence as soon as my kin can afford to buy the laptop that has struck our fancy.

~~JLM~~

‘Nuff said

Music hath charms to soothe a savage beast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

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—	William Congreve

An old gem.

Pondering

I wonder how I am going to survive through school this coming nine weeks, knowing that I am going to Boston, MA for an opportunity of a lifetime. The knowledge that I am force-fed at my intellectually-barren school is irrelevant to my future career(s). I may be transferring to Northeastern High School because their band department actually cares, and a passel of my more astute friends attend NHS. Wish me luck in my future endeavors.

Well, you’ve done that decently…..recently.

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—	Adam Wayne Coyle

http://www.myspace.com/themanningbaumerproject »

The above link will lead you to a music project that my friend Garrett and I work on every weekend. We just jam in his garage and record live into his laptop.

Spring Break Antics

Spring break at the Manning household went as one would figure; no lavish vacation and nothing extra-curricular. The bulk of my sentence went to the slew of books tastefully stacked atop my nightstand. I nearly have the Lonesome Dove series whipped. The remainder of my time was spent online, obviously neglecting Tumblr.

~~JLM~~