Bearded music!

Please look up this song. Of Two Bearded Men, by Number One Gun. It is an amazing song. Well, at least the sounds are cool. The words are just not understandable. It is a Christmas song, but you would never be able to know that. It doesn't sound like one in the least.

After you're done with that one, look up Beardmen Feast, by Max Romeo. Its a cool Reggae song. Really, just go to grooveshark.com and look up Beard in the search. You wont be disappointed!

Also listen to Beard, by Blur.

Sometimes I just do stuff like that, and I find cool artists.
-Sir Jared.

Freaking, The Shins. Babe.

Recently I have been being attacked by some of my friends, because I don't put any input about the music i like. I admit, I have been focusing on my ridiculous short stories, but that's no excuse. Its time to lay down (with) the law.

Right now, and for the past few weeks, my favorite artist is The Shins. My favorite few songs by them are "Pink Bullets", "Know Your Onion", and "Girl Inform Me". Definitely a cool group of ones. I highly recommend you look them up.

Also, the band Silversun Pickups. Listen to the song "Lazy Eye". It is a pretty dece one. It is a little bit winey for all you haters out there, but it is still one of my favorites.

This has been a brief escapade into my life of frequent escapades.
-Sir Jared.

ps. If I didn't have freaking K9 firewalls on my computer, i would just link you to the song. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Senior Schedule

Its been a while, Brotha!
School is starting. My schedule is as follows.

1. Seminary/Seminary.
2. English 12 (Orme, Sarah)
3. Advanced Drama (Brower, Chris)
4. US Gov/ missing class
5. A Cappella (Larson, Paul)
6. Madrigals (Larson, Paul)
7. Woods 1/ Woods 2
8. Astrology/Geology

That is it. I don't know all of my teachers, because i am doing this all from memory, but you get the idea anyway.

Run To You

'Run To You' by: The Rocket Summer.

Turn, look, look out and see
Do you see me?
Because I think I see you.
I've been some other place
The wind that I chase, it all just leads back to you.
Oh how I'm still, so still, it's sobering, but still I ran.
I knew you when I was young
But where am I now that I'm a man?

Run to you, I will run, I will run.
I will move right on through
All of these things that I have done.
And you'll take me back, I don't know why.
I want to say I'll never do it again,
But I can't, but I will try.

Turn, look, look out and see
Do you see me?
Because I think I see you.
I've been some other place
The wind that I chase, it all just leads back to you.
Oh how I miss what you miss, but I will fall time and again.
And I will say that I'm true to you,
But I'm a cheat. I don't understand.

So I'll run to you, I will run, I will run.
I will move right on through
All of these things that I have done.
And you'll take me back, I don't know why.
I want to say I'll never do it again, but I can't
I want to say I'll never do it again, but I can't
I want to say I'll never do it again, but I can't
But I will try.

Dude, just let the toe hang.

Somewhere around 5 years ago, my family went on vacation to San Diego, California. By saying my family, i mean my parents, brothers, sisters, and even a few cousins. This was the year when the term "Let the toe hang" was invented.
My older brother, Ty, was hanging out with Jens, Jacob, Judith, and I, in our campsite. If i remember correctly, Jacob and Judith were having a back and forth insulting fest. It was the casual thing to do back then. So as this is happening, my brother Ty comes up to us and says, "Dude! Just let the toe hang!" What i figure he ment from that was 'Take it easy!' Or 'Chill out!'.
For a few days after that, Let the toe hang was the awesome thing to say in my family, and was forgoten until just recently.
I was thinking back on how more of my family used to come to the beach, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. "Let the toe hang!" i couldn't help but laugh for the space of 7 hours. It was an amazing memory.
From then on, "Let the toe hang," is one of my favorite things to say. I say it on at least a daily basis.

Thanks for reading.
-Sir Jared.

Sleep is a good time to think about weird things.

I started writing a book. Just thought you should know. Its coming along pretty good. I usually write at 12:00am when everyone else is asleep, so i don't have any distractions. No hints, no spoilers, and no under-drawers.

Jack Johnson has cool music, that is perfect for my range. I dominate it with my pipes. Please don't confuse that with dominating the pipes, because that's just gross.

Have a good day.
-Sir Jared.


ps. If you don't know what dominating the pipes means, it means going to the bathroom. hehe (:

When you're physically inside of a heart, it doesn't look the same.

One time when i was walking home from school, i was attacked by this bald guy in a black van. Yeah, he was bald. He jumps out of his car and shoots me up with his tranquilizer gun. I instantly fall unconscious. When i wake up, i am hanging over a vat of boiling oil. "How did i get here? Where IS here?" I think to myself. First thing i do is i pull out my gangster switch blade. I cut the ropes holding me in place. Now that i think back on it, that is the stupidest thing i have ever done. I fall to my death into this vat of boiling oil, only to realize that it isn't oil at all! Well, it is. But its not boiling! It is actually quite cool. It is just bubbling. I get out of the oil just to see it catch on fire. Good timing on my part eh? I head over to the door marked exit (it has one of those green exit signs above it). I go outside to find myself in the heart of a chicken. Boy was i weirded out. First of all, i didn't know how i got there. Second, how did i even know it was a chicken heart in the first place? I don't know how i knew, but i just knew. You know? Anyways, i was dripping in oil, standing in the arteries of a chicken. What else can you do but jumping jacks? I did maybe 20 sets of 12. The chicken obviously didn't appreciate it, because i got thrown up before i even realized what was going on. How i got thrown up, i don't know. But it happened. I looked up to see the fowl beast, and i didn't see anything, so i looked down instead. There it was, maybe a foot tall. How the heck did i fit in that little thing? That i'll never know. My day was just getting weirder and weirder. There was no sign of the bald man, or his van anywhere. Lucky for me, i was just a block or two away from my house. I ran home and took a shower to get the oil off and to smell fancy. I don't like the smell of oil all over me. After that, my day was absolutely normal.

Thanks for reading this story.

-Sir Jared.

ps. Have you ever heard the song The Funeral by Band of Horses? Well you should listen to it. I'll post the song including a video of a guy doing cool bike tricks on my facebook. Its probably my favorite song right now.