May 2009
42 posts
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“Calling all hipsters”
Look. Look at me.
So this is what I decided to do with my lunch break. It was all on the fly (and a whim), so the levels are kind of wonky at a couple of spots, but hey, love me anyhow.
Guaranteed to gets them asses shakin’
It kind of falls apart around 4 minutes, but it gets back together. And crunk as hell.
Lunch Break Mix - DJ A-Zeus
Wake Radio
Cleaning out the Banshee closet with a couple of Heinedogs. Get on my level.
Still
I just don’t like movies.
PUPPY.
Summer oh motherfuckin’ nine.
Summer oh nine
Fake Problems, bicycle maintenance and heine-dogs. My afternoon is better than yours.
Jacob's puppy
is my new favorite puppy.
RIP
beard.
To Do:
So I decided to do a quick brainstorm of what needs to get done in the next two months for Wake Radio.
-Get IS to reassign our port
-Arrange ThinkPad distribution gig
-Clean the station
-Reorganize the stacks
-Buy CMJ passes/subscription?
-Arrange housing and plane tickets for CMJ
-Build new shelves
-Submit SAF request for Spring 2010 concert, begin booking
-Draft new training manual
...
Bandana
Recovered.
Phi Mu Castle.
I’m living in it.
And it’s pretty real. I have a room to myself. Shit yeah.
However, my suite mate is listening to James Taylor at a reasonable but still nearly unbearable volume. I wonder how loud Dem Hoodstarz can be cranked before he gets ill.
Maybe I’ll just spin Brew Barrymore - it is summer, after all.
Drugtown.
Drugtow-ow-own.
Hey. Hey.
Dodos, get the fuck out of a “Miller Chill” commercial. This instant.
Miller, you are mediocre enough without citrus fruit. Scurvy is no longer a serious health threat to humanity at large.
Oh hello, Internet.
So update on my life: I’m halfway done with college and, oh inquisitor, it’s kind of strange. Two more years and I’m an alumnus to some university? Hrmph. Well, we ended out the year pretty much perfectly. Last Thursday night was spectacular.
Then I went to the beach with some guys. Said guys might be real. Camp Seagull is pretty.
Now I’m home.
In a week...
5 Years Time- A Song for Leaving
carynkesler:
you guys. stop making me sad. i mean it.
epsareshort:
But it was fun fun fun when we were drinking. And it was fun fun fun when we were drunk. And it was fun fun fun when we were laughing. And it was fun fun fun, oh it was fun…And I’m always pretty happy when I’m just kicking back with you.
Oh in 5 years time I might not know you. In 5 years time we might not speak. In 5...
BEAUTY
is truly in the eye of the tiger.
We dip out.
After a forty of OE a shorty approached me with gold teeth; I said, “What’s in your mouth?”
Clearly I am just not going to prepare for my final in three hours. Abismally underprepared.
Mhmm.
HEY WAKE FOREST
When swine flu turns yer mother into a zombie, guess who’s gonna be protecting that ass from the hordes?
That’s right kids, Wake Motherfucking Radio.
Thanks to a charitable donation from some closet dwelling beer drinking hobo who recently shaved his beard we are the last best chance Wake Forest has against the swine flu zombies. Follow us to the roof of Benson.
Sometimes I get fed up.
Then I eat a Pokéball cupcake and things are almost okay again.
I don’t want to keep dying this way.
MAY FIRST.
Was fucking rad.
NCJCL dance party: success beyond my wildest dreams.
Distrails and Vetiver at Krankies afterwards on the free? Yes, please.
Now it’s go time on some robocats. Guns up let’s do this.
