<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:42:54.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>light behavior</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-53989250970685840</id><published>2010-04-01T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T07:08:53.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish my name was clementine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/S7SozPWFQ4I/AAAAAAAAABY/Keq4rg5OMMk/s1600/Picture+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/S7SozPWFQ4I/AAAAAAAAABY/Keq4rg5OMMk/s320/Picture+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455170646898459522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be a photo blog now. The Alt Adventures of Yeargsy and Sully. Get excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-53989250970685840?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/53989250970685840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=53989250970685840' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/53989250970685840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/53989250970685840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wish-my-name-was-clementine.html' title='i wish my name was clementine'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/S7SozPWFQ4I/AAAAAAAAABY/Keq4rg5OMMk/s72-c/Picture+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-4952363812615042496</id><published>2010-03-10T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T05:53:19.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're all such products</title><content type='html'>sorry blog. i will love on you some again someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new town. new outlook. old dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a whole lot to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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products'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-4179736112732378111</id><published>2009-10-13T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:29:15.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i</title><content type='html'>i hate the word I. always have. i remember being nine and counting how many time i used or wrote the word. i still count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't miss the job. i miss houston. i miss you. i miss us. i miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-3858257059904947456</id><published>2009-05-04T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:58:20.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my able body isn't what is used to be</title><content type='html'>let's all meet in the middle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-3858257059904947456?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/3858257059904947456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=3858257059904947456' 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type='text'>we are</title><content type='html'>the generation of the over educated. and under motivated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-2873999343806247770?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/2873999343806247770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=2873999343806247770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/2873999343806247770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/2873999343806247770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-are.html' title='we are'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-6380623716307833167</id><published>2009-02-20T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:26:53.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HRO Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.villagevoice.com/2009-02-04/music/hipster-runoff-explained-maybe/"&gt;http://www.villagevoice.com/2009-02-04/music/hipster-runoff-explained-maybe/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-6380623716307833167?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/6380623716307833167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=6380623716307833167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/6380623716307833167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/6380623716307833167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2009/02/hro-explained.html' title='HRO Explained'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-3570950729263272283</id><published>2009-02-10T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:26:41.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clutchtastic</title><content type='html'>i wish i could just post videos and make my page sooo keeewwlll. but alas i can only embed embed. so, i am not posting this shit for my pleasure and because i think urls are super sweet. i am doing it because i care about you.&lt;br /&gt;Thieves Like Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArQCkbP07Ao"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArQCkbP07Ao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, anyone have an opinion on Gay Blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8JiIeIzJVc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8JiIeIzJVc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still on the fence. they are coming to javajazz in march. as is honorary title. so basically i will be hanging out with A LOT of 15 year olds in the month of march. care to join?? i can't offer any intellectual conversations or eye candy, but i will protect you from scary alt youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something new i am loving right now is artist amy casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/SZH9PLO3tlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4G_l6qvRzFA/s1600-h/judy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301296673546810962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/SZH9PLO3tlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4G_l6qvRzFA/s320/judy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she portrays houses as the living/changing/altering/almost fluid objects. they have a personality. i want to be their friend and save them from their entanglements...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can dig it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-3570950729263272283?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/3570950729263272283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=3570950729263272283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/3570950729263272283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/3570950729263272283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-aint-no-fucking-lady.html' title='clutchtastic'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/SZH9PLO3tlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4G_l6qvRzFA/s72-c/judy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-8765550923745673663</id><published>2009-02-06T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:42:06.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>check it</title><content type='html'>for some reason it won't let me embed videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bfseWNmlds"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bfseWNmlds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful Passion Pit. he made this cd as a love letter to his girlfriend. how precious is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Social Scene was Monday. I had to say at first I was thinking to myself "what a waste of money..." Which is horrible. And i apologize greatly. Kevin Drew was ill. It still turned out magnificent. They need more ladies though. I am just saying...Lisa crazyhair was enjoyable. But bring back the vagina to bss please???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one saving grace was Charles Spearin's happiness project. BSS people have an overload of side projects. and i love when they showcase something really great. and the happiness project was different. and for some reason i fucking loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;felt&lt;br /&gt;mybody&lt;br /&gt;move&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you love hot chip. peter gabriel. and vampire weekend covers you might enjoy this. once again take a listen after the jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDf4Acr9x9s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDf4Acr9x9s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you want ta. like you know i do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, something i watched literally last year. Encounters at the End of the World. This was directed by Herzog (of grizzly man fame). it is about the end of the world basically. and the crazy (or genius) people who inhabit antarctica. there were some wonderful scenic views. i honestly did not know much about the place. polar bears and ice and santa's evil twin. who knew there was a fucking town. and they have soft serve ice cream. i have already forgotten many of the facts (like the "towns" name). it's kind of gross though. and what we have created down there is pretty ugly. it's definitely not some shiny happy perfectly white town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in one part they do mention pengiuns. even though it was herzog's goal to not make another march of the penquins. there is this man who studies them intensely and basically doesn't speak much (to humans anyways). herzog asks him an cringeworthy/embarrassing question about their possible homosexual tendencies. soon after that it shows some of the penguins in their natural roles. and one that seems to be on this determined path toward the mountains and inner antarctica. the further inland he goes the farther away from food, family, friends and sustainable life he gets. maybe he knows this. maybe he doesn't. either way death is imminent and this little guy keeps on trucking. immediately i think of parallels to chris mccandless. and his deadly journey. the penguin even passes by a group of humans. who know his destination and plight, but are under strict guidelines and are not allowed to interfere. and it's obvious even if they took him back he would only venture out once more....to the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he is a crazy penguin. or maybe this is something ingrained in a certain percentage of all of us...i know he didn't exactly hate his 9-5 and flourescent lighting and wanted to chase some dreams. either way he felt the urge to get away. and he did something about it. you got to respect that. even in a penguin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-8765550923745673663?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/8765550923745673663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=8765550923745673663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/8765550923745673663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/8765550923745673663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-it.html' title='check it'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-6680719247410242408</id><published>2008-12-10T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:08:43.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frankly mr. shankly</title><content type='html'>i don't like the new death cab. and by "new" i mean last two albums. they are missing so much of what dcfc used to possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript.I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence.It wasn't quiet what it seemed... a lack of pleasantries (my able body isn't what it used to be).I must admit I was charmed by your advances... your advantage left me helplessly into you.Talking how the group had begun to splinter and I could taste your lipstick on the filter...I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress but call-response overturns conviction every time.My memory cannot recall... a wave of alcohol we shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off.Lushing with the hallway congregation, my best judgement signed its resignation.I rushed this.We moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9TpM2FRu-4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9TpM2FRu-4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess mainly drunken pain. and a stream of conciousness that isn't overwhelming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-6680719247410242408?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/6680719247410242408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=6680719247410242408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/6680719247410242408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/6680719247410242408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/12/frankly-mr-shankly.html' title='frankly mr. shankly'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-3057871589858879373</id><published>2008-11-24T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:55:12.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>because we want our film to be beautiful, not realistic</title><content type='html'>i was told to update. being the obedient person i am i am doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally bought a road bike. went on the first ride this weekend. very short. my ass hurts a lot. it was amazing. i can't wait for longer rides. and for my ass to hurt less. she's a gorgeous candy red dolce. i will post pictures. because i am one proud momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now some super boring pictures. my office. this is my large computer screen. don't be fooled. it's not that nice. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/SSq9guAo1dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ujPy57OrQUs/s1600-h/GARY+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234683594757586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/SSq9guAo1dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ujPy57OrQUs/s320/GARY+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i don't even have autocad. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/SSq9vpfZHGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dAe4wvAoXr0/s1600-h/GARY+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234940079610978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/SSq9vpfZHGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dAe4wvAoXr0/s320/GARY+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;notice dr pepper. hot pink nalgene. pretty colors to color with. and post its. always a billion post its. the picture on the back ground of my computer is a picture of tetons. which i stole from a girl who loves them a whole lot. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/SSq-VFDDItI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EHn5Eo-4Xno/s1600-h/GARY+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272235583132082898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/SSq-VFDDItI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EHn5Eo-4Xno/s320/GARY+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then i tried to take a picture of myself. i accidentally zoomed in. gew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thanksgiving is this week. and i am going home for the first time in MONTHS. i am, to say the least, reallyfuckingexcited. i get to ride i get to ride i get to ride. i miss my horse. i miss riding everyday. i even miss that world (sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also get to see my lovely puppies. and take an extended bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing to share. radical face. it rocks my face. welcome home, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afAIqz0AuW4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afAIqz0AuW4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i highly recommend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-3057871589858879373?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/3057871589858879373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=3057871589858879373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/3057871589858879373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/3057871589858879373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-we-want-our-film-to-be.html' title='because we want our film to be beautiful, not realistic'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/SSq9guAo1dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ujPy57OrQUs/s72-c/GARY+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-6771727993122213020</id><published>2008-10-07T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:26:22.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who's still around the morning after&lt;br /&gt;We broke up a month ago, and I grew up&lt;br /&gt;I didn't knowI'd be around the morning after&lt;br /&gt;It's always been wait and see&lt;br /&gt;A happy day and then you'll pay&lt;br /&gt;And feel like shit the morning after&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel changed around&lt;br /&gt;And instead of falling down&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing up the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;I could be another fool or an exception to the rule&lt;br /&gt;You tell me the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Crooked spin can't come to rest&lt;br /&gt;I'm damaged bad at best&lt;br /&gt;She'll decide what she wants&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be the last to know&lt;br /&gt;No one says it 'til it shows&lt;br /&gt;See how it is, they want you or they don't&lt;br /&gt;Say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who's still around the morning after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are getting better. overall. with everything. The escape plan has been set in motion. someday soon I am going to be much poorer. But my head will feel lighter and these four walls will be far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still need to learn to love the city until i leave though. i will make an honest effort. i promise. next weekend is girl talk. if that can't help i don't know what will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-6771727993122213020?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/6771727993122213020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=6771727993122213020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/6771727993122213020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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breakfast in the world. frankly. the whole place rocked my face off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GIANT lone stars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new kick ass programs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;biking. in austin. at night. we biked to the park everyday. the first day though we biked from downtown. biking to 6th street across the bridge. cool breeze. i know where i belong. i want to bike in austin every night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;musical highlights:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;band of horses. they played the great salt lake at dusk. last day of the festival. the most magical time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tegan and sara. always a delight. and fucking hilarious. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;robert and ms krauss. i love me some krauss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;conor doing a simon and garfunkel cover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;okkervil river rocking out. way more extreme than i thought they would. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STARS telling us the water was poison. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CSS. one word: bodysuit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FLEET FOXES. thank you thank you, you beardy mountain men. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and David MF Byrne. founder of my favorite band. i absolutely adored the people on stage and their interpretive dancing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;successful weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-4970492322150532380?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/4970492322150532380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=4970492322150532380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/4970492322150532380'/><link rel='self' 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and was going to try to discover the city on foot a little. it was highly enjoyable and i plan to do it again tonight. even though i have mind blowing shin splints. i'm not used to running on pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i ran through the neighborhood across from my apartment. it's a mix of old and new. the new being extremely nice McMansions. well that isn't fair. some are tasteful. but all are large. the new loom over the older houses in a kind of daunting way. as if they're daring their owner to tear down the sad pathetic old house and replace it with a large energy eating monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i sound a little bitter. i think because i love those old homes. the brick. i love the brick. the neighborhood reminded me of my mema's back in dallas. i adored her house. it was large and full of love and very old. we had to sell it after she died, and the new owner assholes tore it down to build their own McMansion. i loved that place (and my mema) a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my run basically turned into sightseeing. i probably looked creepy and stalkerish. sweating and red and huffing. slowing to a walk when i saw a gorgeous house. most had big front windows. and it was dinner time. and as i was admiring these houses it probably looked like i was staring at the families as well...oh well. i plan on doing the same thing again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also made me realize i missed my own family. very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-2836960440759941945?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/2836960440759941945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=2836960440759941945' title='0 Comments'/><link 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gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-2483418293842977506?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/2483418293842977506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=2483418293842977506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/2483418293842977506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/2483418293842977506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-life-hands-you-lemons.html' title='When life hands you lemons'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-1964463741513078096</id><published>2008-08-22T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:40:38.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get into the car and you point it at the west</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-VOY0zTlo8/SK7BzHuCj6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/jrlpAWv95tk/s1600-h/knives.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/?action=view&amp;amp;current=knives.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/?action=view&amp;amp;current=knives.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 117px" height="238" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/knives.jpg" width="492" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of these days i'm really going to get out of here....i swear. i just want to plan my escape a little better first. then i'm on the first train westbound. to the mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-1964463741513078096?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/1964463741513078096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=1964463741513078096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/1964463741513078096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/1964463741513078096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-into-car-and-you-point-it-at-west.html' title='Get into the car and you point it at the west'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-3703290326250233773</id><published>2008-08-06T10:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:54:19.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't do lunch</title><content type='html'>and i still don't have internet at my apartment. so i am doing this now. at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, new town for awhile now. it's still not sinking in. maybe because i don't have a couch still. maybe once i get some furniture in my apartment it will seem more like a home than some place i just happen to have a key to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but also settling in means this is permanent. i don't know why i am treating this whole thing like a burden. maybe i should just pretend i am on some amazing adventure. where everything is temporary. including this nagging feeling in my mind. you know how you get the night before a big test? stessed (to the max) when you feel like you haven't studied enough. i feel like that every night before bed. sleep is a luxury these days and so is being rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do enjoy riding my bike around houston though. it still scares the holymotherpearl out of me sometimes. but it's very enjoyable. i need to get my old road bike down here. so travis and i can properly begin our bike gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as weird and stressful as things are right now i just know one thing "everything is going to get lighteeeeeeeer, even if it never gets betteeeeer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so excited for acl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-3703290326250233773?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/3703290326250233773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=3703290326250233773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/3703290326250233773'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;large city with culture and whatnot and all i know is the quiznos. that is impressive. how much i do not know. oh wait. i know the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan on making it to the park today. damn the perverts i keep hearing about. i also hear it has rad trails and i guess i can deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can not wait to get paid on tuesday. i am pretty sure i am going to buy more camping gear than i ever needed in my life. i left all of my old stuff behind. mostly because it was shared with my dad. and because it was just old. i need to get out of the city. that's a fact. so i want to be well prepared. i hope that camping happens next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't make it to the park today that's because amy has seduced me with her lake house (not really hers but who is keeping score?) the lake is super nice. it's no ray roberts. and i wish i had the balls to kayak at the moment. but maybe in time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just ready for adventures. in any form. i am loving my job at the moment actually. the people here are AMAZING. so so nice. but i miss home. a lot. i miss my kids more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-8363641850490023373?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/8363641850490023373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=8363641850490023373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/8363641850490023373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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mesh and i let it get me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also made the mistake of looking up the cnfr results from casper so far. i had that place for the last four summers. and to not be there now kind of hurts. it was always my escape. but it had an expiration date i guess and i can never go back. not in the same way i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days like this make me miss the hole of vv. and not seeing people for days except my folks. it was usually just tex, my bike, and pi. i spent everyday strictly with things i loved and adored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problem is i still felt trapped there. and like i wasn't contributing or doing anything fucking useful.  i can live that way for a few weeks. sure. but not months and months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have thrown myself back into society. and life has never seemed more real. and scary. and full of opportunities. and amazing. and...let's just hope i don't fuck this up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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tomorrow.'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-6378098193997332308</id><published>2008-06-15T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:45:28.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rise up with fists</title><content type='html'>so. last night. first night out in my new town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went and took our chances at chances first. =) thanks cory. it was actually a lot of fun. there was dyke idol. and a super neat dance floor. fun times dancing with amos. and watching chatt acting like he was scared of all the lesbians. he was afraid they hated him. then we went to boondocks. also fun dancing times. there i spilled to chatt about how i don't think i will last here for more than 2 years. there were a lot of people on the back porch. i felt really overwhelmed. i missed wyoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun video time? i have never been a fan of goldfrapp. and what i mean by that is that i really disliked the first album. but now i think they are amazing. i'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VPyso87fZU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VPyso87fZU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never write off a band entirely i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i am going to start being a little bit more positive about the new life &lt;a href="http://www.asofterworld.com/index.php?id=312"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fist.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-6378098193997332308?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/6378098193997332308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=6378098193997332308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/6378098193997332308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/6378098193997332308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/06/rise-up-with-fists.html' title='rise up with fists'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-3625071856123013746</id><published>2008-06-13T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:23:46.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forget your politics for awhile</title><content type='html'>i have been a fan of mates of state for awhile. their sound has changed slightly over the years. in a good way. still very lovable. and twee. and catchy. and just really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdoYK9jOltQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdoYK9jOltQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i made the jump. now living in h-town. and i will begin work on monday. i am very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and scared shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left a lot behind. and i am still not ready to deal yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it has made me realize what i think i really want to do. this lawyer jazz was something that had developed over the last year. i had gained a new appreciation and a slight love for law. and especially construction law. i studied for the lsat. i knew where i wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't commit. it wasn't a passion. and i was really scared that i would get a year into law school. and that much into debt. and realize that it wasn't what i really wanted to do. for forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that i have always been a fan of is green construction and sustainable design. there's a program at UT that i've been interested in ever since i started college. so, i think i will stick with this job for awhile. save up. and then try that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slightly different from law. but something i am way more passionate about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-3625071856123013746?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/3625071856123013746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=3625071856123013746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/3625071856123013746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/3625071856123013746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/06/forget-your-politics-for-awhile.html' title='forget your politics for awhile'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-564424813349681829</id><published>2008-06-03T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:58:54.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoop Dee Doo</title><content type='html'>i don't understand ssion. but that's ok. cos i can still dance to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIHwR5PqbC8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIHwR5PqbC8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun stuff kids. oh and this was them performing live on a children's show. and they make out. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't get enough of thao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MQSiwrUdUU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MQSiwrUdUU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xmHIuzElbZc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xmHIuzElbZc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-564424813349681829?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/564424813349681829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=564424813349681829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/564424813349681829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/564424813349681829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/06/whoop-dee-doo.html' title='Whoop Dee Doo'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-7133338437466997533</id><published>2008-05-27T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:07:37.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and i recall the push more than the fall</title><content type='html'>Tift Merritt anyone? Broken -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p84xx34Cw3Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p84xx34Cw3Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to this song at least once a day. It's an addiction.  I really dig her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Indiana Jones yesterday. Memorial day with mom. we don't talk much anymore. actually i  hardly ever talk anymore. i think i have completely lost the ability to hold a real conversation. if it wasn't for a few phone calls i would go all day without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading a lot more lately. more than ever. it gives me something to do while i sit here and wait. i have only so much patience. i'm not very good at these waiting games. no calls today. i am getting anxious. and pretty fucking irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please call soon. for my sanity ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so indiana sucked. the only saving grace is this wonderful woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11_cate_lgl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/11_cate_lgl.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's perfect. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, and this is kind of funny. even though it's sad when he gets maced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNPxIibhcKY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNPxIibhcKY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-7133338437466997533?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/7133338437466997533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=7133338437466997533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/7133338437466997533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/7133338437466997533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-i-recall-push-more-than-fall.html' title='and i recall the push more than the fall'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-3783225486276192897</id><published>2008-05-25T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:18:42.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el caminos in the west</title><content type='html'>We do not believe that love is free&lt;br /&gt;cause anything worth fighting for doesn't come for free&lt;br /&gt;we believe in time that you will see&lt;br /&gt;how a war might save us&lt;br /&gt;how a war might save us&lt;br /&gt;we believe in time that you will see&lt;br /&gt;the institutions of the world will only serve to enslave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time for you and i to face the signs and realize that living's a battle&lt;br /&gt;for all the times we cried and told the lies and realized life's not a rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on babe, swing your heartache&lt;br /&gt;come on babe, swing your heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have learned that hope does not come cheap&lt;br /&gt;we all must sacrifice in the name of our beliefs&lt;br /&gt;we believe in time that you will see&lt;br /&gt;the frontier is misery&lt;br /&gt;the frontier is misery&lt;br /&gt;what do you think it is that makes us free?&lt;br /&gt;a life without boundaries if you question everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time for you and i to face the signs and realize that living's a battle&lt;br /&gt;for all the times we've cried and told the lies and realized life's not a rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on babe, swing your heartache&lt;br /&gt;come on babe, swing your heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something that you should know&lt;br /&gt;getting older doesn't always mean you grow&lt;br /&gt;turning from the shadows following behind you&lt;br /&gt;to stare at the sun can easily blind you&lt;br /&gt;the only way to learn, you're not afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;could very well involve risking your life&lt;br /&gt;despite the contradictions that these worlds imply,&lt;br /&gt;you've got to live on, live on, live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a lot of lyrics. i know. but they are nice. as is Young Galaxy. canadian bands are where it's at it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i find out if my life changes. in a huge way. it will the end of my rodeo life as i know. i have been telling myself (and believing myself) that i was fine with giving up this barrel racing life. i mean really. it's been a good run. pretty much 23 years of rodeo after rodeo. i really only got into it because of my mother right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but holy fucking shit. 23 years!  and i've had tex for 13 of these years. he's basically my child. this all hit me pretty hard at about 6:30 am thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had just gotten home from claremore, oklahoma. i had to jump in the shower, pack my shit and immediately drive to houston for an interview. thursday was a long day to say the least. anyways, i think the interviews went well. but i am still hoping about the one in bastrop. i want to live in austin. i really really do. this is scary to admit this. because i might not get the  job. and i will feel a little like a failure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;houston would be legit too though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and has anyone seen the line up for ACL? amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-3783225486276192897?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/3783225486276192897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=3783225486276192897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/3783225486276192897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/3783225486276192897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/05/el-caminos-in-west.html' title='el caminos in the west'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-2973662813738692076</id><published>2008-05-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:32:14.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I likey Lykke Li</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUC0ezAlHwE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUC0ezAlHwE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Radiohead was fantasMIC. Great times in Houston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-2973662813738692076?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/2973662813738692076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=2973662813738692076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/2973662813738692076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/2973662813738692076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-likey-lykke-li.html' title='I likey Lykke Li'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-7754574596742422876</id><published>2008-05-16T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:36:55.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mayday</title><content type='html'>been awhile. haven't been in the mood. And i have been pretty detached from the real world i think. i let myself get into something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm losing touch with old loves though. and the only one to blame is myself. maybe once i get off this hill. get a real job in a real town. i have all summer. i'm going to start working hard for those old loves again. i can't lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i didn't destroy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this will help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoLJJRIWCLU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoLJJRIWCLU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-7754574596742422876?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/7754574596742422876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=7754574596742422876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/7754574596742422876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/7754574596742422876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/05/mayday.html' title='mayday'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-1992908882945148834</id><published>2008-02-14T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:27:19.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Happy V-Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-1992908882945148834?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/1992908882945148834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=1992908882945148834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/1992908882945148834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/1992908882945148834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/02/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-3649053489694585298</id><published>2008-02-13T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:33:11.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>voice on tape</title><content type='html'>Jenny Owen Youngs. Let's just all take a minute and appreciate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZDT-FXXf-0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZDT-FXXf-0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to move on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-3649053489694585298?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/3649053489694585298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=3649053489694585298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/3649053489694585298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/3649053489694585298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/02/voice-on-tape.html' title='voice on tape'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-7937868664190222740</id><published>2008-02-11T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:21:20.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer hill</title><content type='html'>it feels nice outside. so nice. i want to trap it in a jar. So I can bring it out when things get shitty. I am officially going to SXSW. I can't wait. There is nothing better than good live music. It helps my soul. My heart. Live music helps me feel whole. I've never had this feeling anywhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-7937868664190222740?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/7937868664190222740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=7937868664190222740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/7937868664190222740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/7937868664190222740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/02/summer-hill.html' title='summer hill'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-8980754040005835891</id><published>2008-02-11T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:20:51.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it goes...</title><content type='html'>I've decided to start looking for a real job. My dreams just aren't panning out right now. I think this environment isn't good for me right now. I feel like a failure. I hate that feeling. I'm not used to it. I love my folks so much, but things just aren't working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways who else is loving this MGMT band?? "I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars. You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars." love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it would rain. It would fit my mood. I want to move to Austin and just  get on with my life. I feel like I'm standing still here and everyone else is moving in fast motion. I'm going ot get left behind. At least I get to see everyone this weekend. A mini college reunion. It will be fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-8980754040005835891?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/8980754040005835891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=8980754040005835891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/8980754040005835891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/8980754040005835891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-so-it-goes.html' title='and so it goes...'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-72322034485277811</id><published>2008-02-10T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:19:07.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>i miss the easiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-72322034485277811?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/72322034485277811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=72322034485277811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/72322034485277811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/72322034485277811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/02/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-9090362151057295239</id><published>2008-02-09T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:38:44.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the dream, living with my parents</title><content type='html'>So, I've been back home for almost 2 months. Luckily I haven't tried to kill my folks or harm myself or others in any way. I actually get along with my parents pretty well.  Life is actually pretty good.  The down part is that I live in the country (which I love) but it makes it hard to go out. So I have become slightly agoraphobic. I have very few friends up here anyways. I really really miss my college friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, frankly I am boring myself. And it is such a beautiful day outside. I think I am going to go bike some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlmy905GKus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlmy905GKus&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3159889680761962421-9090362151057295239?l=discosully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/feeds/9090362151057295239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3159889680761962421&amp;postID=9090362151057295239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/9090362151057295239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3159889680761962421/posts/default/9090362151057295239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosully.blogspot.com/2008/02/living-dream-living-with-my-parents.html' title='Living the dream, living with my parents'/><author><name>discosully</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844636225443203723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/sullypwns/n8307513_25217.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159889680761962421.post-390557117819311611</id><published>2007-10-15T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:40:14.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro? No...rambling.</title><content type='html'>The weather is finally getting cooler down here. It is still humid most days. Today it rained (it floods here).  So I skipped class and opted for reading. Any reading weather is my kind of weather. I can't wait until it starts getting dark earlier. 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