Hello all, my best friend's band (streamside) is trying to get on Warped Tour 2010 at the Ventura venue. Help him and his band have a kick ass summer attempting to share their love for music with the world. I'm not trying to beg, but simply listen to the music and if you like...help the world experience their flow. It's pretty simple all you have to do is:
1) go to www.battleofthebands.com
2) create a Fan account
3) search for "Hail The Sun" in the search bar (www.battleofthebands/hailthesun also works)
4) click the "VOTE" button
5) also click the "FAN" button, so that you can do this EVERY DAY. Once a day, every day, all the way through to the end.

I know once a day is asking for a lot so even one time would be amazing for you to help out.
I can't offer much except to be your friend on melo and some touches/bangs for paying respect.
If all goes great, maybe I'll even see you at Warped.
Mad love

I have come to the conclusion that everyone wants to feel special. You may be thinking, "no shit Santy, that's old news". Today and in the past couple of weeks, however, my mother reminded me of myself when I was a kid trying to impress and make my parents feel proud.
You see, at her work, they are promoting donations towards I believe it is American Heart Association. Cashiers are supposed to ask customers to donate to the cause (I'm sure everyone reading this has been asked to donate to something by a cashier). Anyway, my mom who is part time has the highest amount of donations collected. She beat the full timers and passed up by a lot, too.
Everytime my mom and I talk, she tells me about that day or the previous day of work and how her boss tells her he's so impressed and how he doesn't understand how she does it.
My mom is so proud and takes so much honor in that because she knows it's going towards a cause and it makes her feel a part of something.
I love seeing/hearing my mom talk about it. It actually almost makes me laugh because it just reminds me of myself a years ago and even at times now.
Mom, I'm proud of you. I love you and I'm honored to say that you raised me. I am and will always be a part of your family, heart, and soul. I carry you with me every day in the decisions that I make and in the person I have become.
Thank you.

Moral of the story...if you could spare it, donate it to these causes. Not only because it's helping someone in "poorer conditions" but because you can light a lady's day up and make her feel so special.
If you can't, that's understandable. Not all of us have enough to spare and I and everyone else should understand that.
Also, Mama’s boy? Hell ya and proud of it, too.

Before I get started, this is by no means an attack on fate or religion itself. It is simply a train of thought that came to me tonight. As always, any comments are welcome with much appreciation.
My train took off when I thought to myself, "I feel like I met X person at the wrong time". This implies that past events have led me to believe that meeting X person at Y time would have been better if it happened at Z time. Ya follow? Ha.
Now, I do believe in God. When I say believe in God, I do not mean the conventional belief in God. I have a relationship which I have defined to suit my morals, background, and acceptance from a higher power. One might argue that this God I believe in isn't God, which is fine. My God isn't the same as anyone else's and I am simply stealing the title of God for my own pleasure.
If my God established a fate for me... I will end up in that fate at one point in my life or another. If God gave me free will, my choices will determine my fate. If my God gave me both a fate and a free will, my choices weren't free. They were set that my choices will ultimately lead me to my fate.
As in, any choice I make is a step closer to my final destination.
Could both coexist in the same set of beliefs? My personal opinion is no. Both imply two different perspectives on the way our lives were designed to function.
But why does it even matter? Well, it doesn't. No one is for sure about anything so the way our lives were designed to be is unchangeable. We aren't born with the option of living a free-willed life or a life that was predestined.
So, if it's not fate, what is it? My thought is that everyone has free will. Everyone's free will is like a bunch of atoms. In any piece of matter, atoms are moving at random. The choices humans make as a whole are unquantifiable; thus, every human individually responds to the choices made by others. This, in the end, adds to the pool of random choices made in the world that will trigger every other choice. Call it metaphysics, but it makes sense to me.
So back to why this idea was sparked. Fate wants me to believe that I met X person at the "right" time for a reason. The "wrong" time is defined by my perspective of the present based on the past and my current wants. Fate means there is no room for error, but I beg to differ. Fate implies that there are no mistakes. It's highly optimistic in that every event that may seem negative will eventually be positive. But I believe that there is room for people to make a wrong choice, but "wrong" or even "right" is defined by the next event the individual connects with the past. For example, if I break my leg. That is no good unless I go to the hospital and mean the girl of my dreams. I would think, "good thing I broke my leg". However, say I went to the hospital and the doctor says I can't work ever again. I would think, "Damn, why did I have to break my leg. I'm a fool".
I wouldn't consider myself a pessimist. I try to take good of any situation. I would actually consider myself an optimist. If I make a mistake, for the most part, I feel like I could go back and fix it, start over, or figure out some way to make myself feel the way I did prior to the error or even better.

End of train.
Mad love

I think I have come to believe that I actually kind of like doing things on my own.
I like exploring without the fear of judgement or rushed/slowed down. Everything at my own pace. Everything the way I want it.
And as lame as it sounds, I listen to the songs which remind me of a certain girl and my perception changes.
Now, I hear the songs in my head as I get a visual of me standing behind her with my arms gently around her shoulders...enjoying the view of dark water from her favorite harbor. She opened my eyes to that harbor and, in my eyes, is her harbor forever.
Has it really become that hard to find someone to trust? Someone who, at the same time, cares for you the same way you care about them? I guess I still am the Gatsby I used to think I was.
Still, this is my life and I feel like I want to expore it so much more. Not for anyone elses' sake, but my own.
I know this entry didn't go anywhere, but that's alright. I'm on a good "updating" spree.
Mad love