Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 19
Sign: Aquarius
City: Indianapolis
State: Indiana
Country: US
Signup Date: 8/11/2005
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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Current mood:  optimistic
If everything moves according to plan, the upcoming week and the days to follow may be some of the most decisive I've yet to encounter. It goes without saying that things are going to be tough, and I'm not sure I'm the best at handling rough situations.
It's odd how such important things are coming to fruition all at once.
"So as you walk out the door, take care, and always be sure that the ones in your life know that you love them tonight. Fate has one guarantee and we all must agree that the best laid plans may all change by tomorrow."
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Monday, November 19, 2007
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Category: Friends
Ohhhhhhhhhhh snap!
How long has it been?
A whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiile?
Indeed, it's been quite a while since last I blogged. I've come to a realization recently, as to what kind of person I am. I've acknowledged that fact that, although I amuse myself with the assumption that I am a well spoken, well read and well informed member of society, a man of diverse thoughts, I find it hard to express said traits at will. I go about my routines, head full of wordy statements and phrases picked up and birthed throughout the day, yet at the apex of my evening, I recall none. If I only had the inclination to carry a pad and pen at all times, I'd indulge myself and others more often in my own pretentious ramblings.
Despite the minutiae, I remain pedantic. Even though my thoughts lie unwritten and unread in the archives of my "hizead", I persevere, and make obvious, attempts to speak in the most educated yet sardonic tone possible, which leads my to the main point of this timely blog.
Comrades!
I truly know who my real friends are, because they are the ONLY people who comprehend my condescending personality. I make a point to being a perpetually vindictive prick when at all possible. I'm constantly surrounded by people who don't get this about me, and I exploit this, but my small esoteric group of friends are comprised of people who know what's crackin.
I realize this could potentially cause problems, but not with my crew, and THAT, is why I love you kids.
You know who you are, and if you've read this whole thing, you understand how I roll. I love you guys for sticking with me, through the most sarcastic of ramblings, and I salute you for putting up with my pseudo-mean spirited body shots.
Blame it on routine and boredom.
Ennui; Stick it up your ass.
camaraderie
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Sunday, July 29, 2007
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The woman that I'll spend the rest of my life with, is the woman that I can walk in the sun with, no worries.
When, oh when, was the last time I sat down to write something articulate?
Who knows...
I'm in a good place right now, as far as good places go, and other than insomnia, I can't think of anything to complain about.
Good times...
Sometimes, a good friend and I sit and talk about what we believe to be worldly things...
We chat about life, and how we pine for culture in a seemingly stale environment. We discuss how we long for something more meaningful than this arduous routine known as teenage existence, knowing full and well, we're at a stand still, and moving forward is months away.
We swear to god, that we'll do the things our fathers never dreamt of, because mediocrity is not a difficult thing to surpass.
We joke with our friends about being broke as fuck and not being able to afford the gear we want, yet hold ourselves much higher than the kids who are given everything they want.
I can't even begin to catalog how many times we've uttered...
"Being broke builds character."
I'm rambling, but this is my blog, and I reserve the right to ramble.
I guess the whole point of this blog, is to pretty much update the few people who may read this, that I'm doing amazing right now. I have excellent friends, all of whom will likely read this and leave nothing, but see where I'm coming from. We ALL ramble a lot about the things that mean the most to us, I believe, and myself and a select group of like-minded plebeians enjoy a good rambling over a mug of warm drink.
fuck the west coast. fuck it right in it's ass.
 | Currently listening: Amputechture By The Mars Volta Release date: 12 September, 2006 |
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Thursday, July 26, 2007
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6 Questions; With Arif, From Protest The Hero Tyler: First off, I'd like to thank you for letting me interview you. I'm a huge fan of your band, and you're the first artist to be added to the zine. Arif: It's a pleasure to be part of something new. T(Q1): Okay, first off, Your debut album, Kezia has built you a solid fan base, and I believe it is a solid album. Is there anything about it you would change if you could? Arif: It would be a treason to progress suggesting there are no elements of Kezia we'd like to change. In fact, there are a great number of things about the album that we would write, record and perform differently if we had the chance to do so. The point is to let Kezia stand as a stake in our history and look towards the future, writing songs that improve upon the mistakes of our last record. T(Q2): As of right now, You band is currently working on your new album. WIll it follow in the same tradition as Kezia, and be a concept album, and if so, could you elaborate a tiny bit? Arif: It's not a concept album as such, but certainly a related series of songs dealing with the intersection of history and culture in which the traditional goddess was sacrificed and re-gendered as god, and the millenia of consequences that followed. T(Q3): I've yet to see your band live, so this may be a premature question, but I've read people saying that Protest The Hero is sometimes sloppy live. Do you think your life show suffers from the complexity of your music? Arif: We wrote Kezia without stage performance in mind. We've taken certain measures with the new music to ensure effective delivery live. I guess we'll wait and see. T(Q4): I've also read, that Protest refuses to play songs recorded before Kezia live anymore, and that you added more complex changes to an older song. Is this true, and could you elaborate on your reasons for doing so? Arif: That's not entirely true. We added a pause at the end of I am Dmitri Karamazov & the World is my Father that changes neither the time or meter, but people went ahead and called it 'tech' anyway. The whole thing was a spontaneous improvisation one day because Moe lost his drum stick at that part and the rest of us somehow managed to intuitively pause with him. It seemed like one of those cosmic fluke accidents that sounded better than it should've. T(Q5): The guys in PTH were relatively young when you fellas recorded Kezia, yet the musicianship on the record is extremely complex. I've read that you guys wrote the music before you could play it. Could you elaborate on this technique a bit? Arif: This also isn't entirely true. We wrote music that we found challenging, and the practice sessions that produced Kezia were definetly taxing on our ability to play our instruments, but it kept us motivated to become better players. In terms of musicality, the new material is a great deal more difficult to play as we adopted a similar writing style this time around, too. T(Q6): Okay man, this is the last question. First off, yet again, I'd like to thank you for aggreeing to let me interview you via myspace. You have no clue how much it's appreciated... As for the question... What are your favorite brand of jeans. I'm a Levi's guy, but everyone has there on opinion on slacks... Arif: My girlfriend bought me a pair of Rock & Republic jeans that I wear almost every day. In fact, it's something of a challenge to find a picture where I'm not sporting them. Always trust a girlfriend's taste in jeans, they know what looks good on and off your body.
 | Currently listening: Kezia By Protest the Hero Release date: 04 April, 2006 |
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Friday, August 25, 2006
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Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry
Expectations
These illusions of repetitive motions can only be satiated by the acquisition of change. Do you think your unsure of which direction to take or which furniture to rearrange? Well If you do, well then this is for you Because if your like me your setting has a need for something new. New Faces New Motions New Names A New Direction New Motives New Place Now I know i'm not you And I don't kno what you should do but I can let you in on a few things That would help me get through.... I Need ... Someone with the intentions of preventing me from setting this planet on fire. Anything to help me break free, from this predetermined fate i've so inadequately aquired. I Need! ...A reason not to stay at home and sleep When I could Indeed complete Something that would allow my aggressions to be released. An escape from the mundane, that sadly, has yet to be scene. I NEED! ... To see Why the ones who accidentally created me, In their own irresponsibility, Have the supposed god-given right to oversee. Is it because my decisions and actions inadvertently reflect you, so if i fuck up, Is it your fault that I can't succed? Who's to say what is to be done in a situation such as this? Its as if they've seen it all before but in their wise years, they've collected more authority than wits. But I question! In this search for validity! That apparently, despite your opinions, there is nothing wrong with me. This Investment, in my own humility That repectively, I denounce dominion, and carry on at MY chosen speed. Because I will Carry On. Regardless of the standards of practices of THEE! What's mine is mine and I don't give a fuck what you think i have the "potential" to be Because What's Done is done And i've learned from what i've scene And in the end, all I can ask myself to be, Is Me.

Written By Tyler Bayne
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Tuesday, May 16, 2006
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Current mood:  nostalgic
The following is a true story.... The names have been changed to protect the innocent...
FINCH: On May 13 four friends would embark on a simply unforgettable journey. For on the eve of this day the "one band to rule them all" Coheed and Cambria would take the stage in Cleveland Oh. However perilous their arguous their pilgrimage may have been, they suck together though the fun times and the down right SCARY times. And this is our story...
TYLER: The six hour drive took no toll on the young adventurers. Tyler Bayne, James Daniel Finch, Jermy Boswell and Ben Salle. We drove boswells car and were all hopped up on energy drinks. the silence was dulled by the likes of johnny cash, weezer, and among others, coheed and cambria. it was perhaps the fastest and most enjoyable six hours ever spent by a group of hormone filled teens. random truck stop and gas station stops were filled with petty theft and yummy snacks. the road to cleveland was dotted with patches of rainy weather, yet we prevailed. a small amount of alcohol was consumed on the journey the ohio, but not by the driver. seatbelts were rarely worn. homosexual innuendo were not in short supply. finch took a nap on my lap. (hahahah fag)
at long last we finally arrived at the venue. the tower city ampitheater as we left the vehicle, i removed my shorts for some lengthier attire. a street merchant approached with some concert tees which we happily bought for 10 dollars. as we entered the gates you could smell the SCENE KIDS. it was like an ICP gathering for kids with bandanas and faux hawks. despite the lack of identity and creativity in the crowd, we made our way to the bathrooms where we urinated and washed up for the show.
18 visions opened.
nothing impressing.
kids danced and fought the air.
avenged took the stage and the crowd erupted. everyone seemed more eager to be at the front of the stage than to mosh. we were bombarded with sweaty fat kids and beaners. after running through a set of songs of their new album, and disapointing my group, they exited the stage.
coheed took the stage
blew my fucking mind
my first thought was that since coheed and avenged take turns opening for each other. theres no way avenged sevenfold could EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER top coheeds live performance. their finale was untouchable. the song the final cut minus the bluegrass ending....plus a 15 minute jam session which litterally wet my panties. i swear to god i have never seen a band perform like coheed and cambria. ever. i probablly never will. they are the greatest musicians ive ever watched live. easily. blew my mind.
any way, after my panties dried, we left. avoided the crowd and returned to the car. we drive around beautiful downtown cleveland, which is without a doubt a night time hot spot. the city is riddled with nightclubs, large hotels, sweet buildings with impressive architecture. after driving around for a while and switching drivers, we found a cheap hotel. after bathing, and having finch take a picture of me in the shower, and me rubbing toothpaste on finchs' head, we left to find some food. we had to choose between a Gyro shop and Rascals pizza. we opten for pizza. we ordered what was probably the best pizza ive ever eaten.
i danced with a homeless guy
as we left another homeless guy asked for changed.
i asked him what he was going to buy (suspecting drugs or alcohol)
he said he was going to buy his mother a mothers day card, and this suprised me.
he went on to talk about how he lost his job due to outsourcing and how george bush is ruining the country. i never thought i would meet a decent, educated homeless guy. we gave him 5 dollars so he could take the bus to the pharmacy and buy his mother a card. nice guy
his name was kenny
allright, we ate some pizza, our stomachs were full and we helped out a homeless guy. now, in order to balance out our karma, we had to do something mean to a homeless guy.
this is where you might want to stop reading if you have a problem with bum violence.
tahitian treet fruit punch. good stuff.
a half open bottle
a homeless guy on the street
i walk up to him
and throw it at his face.
it poured all over him
if you want a more graphic depiction, ask finch, because we laughed about it forever after that.
im a dick
so what
we went back to the hotel
drank
fell asleep
woke up
left
more pizza
starbucks
the cleveland library, which is a huge place
drive home
got to boswells house, and got hit in the face with a fucking pie.
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Sunday, January 08, 2006
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Current mood:  nostalgic
Category: Friends
One day, I stayed the night with my friend Justin Wrightsman. I love that boy, he's like a brother, and i ate Oatmeal. His Dad, Rick, who worked at some Quaker oats place or whatever that had all kinds of different foods n stuff. Everytime i'd stay there, we'd drink gatorade and eat chewy granola bars. This one particular time, they had tons of Oatmeal. The little individual packs. well i ate a few of those during the night because they were soooooooo good. anyway..
the next day, i woke up and didnt feel so good. they had surprised me with the fact that we were about to go to wal-mart. now, this was at a point in time when i was living in Valley Brook Trailer Park (represent) and Justin and I didnt live that far away. So we set out on our journey to the Wal-mart in Greenwood and we were near our destination when it hit.
I started vomiting and it was not good. we were in a car with justins mom kim, his dad rick, and his brother donald. the details are kinda hazy since its been probably over 4 years. so i was puking up tons of oatmeal (which looks the same the second time around) and i got handed a plastic bag and blah blah blah, long story short, they took me home before they got to wal-mart, which was kinda far away. i remember just walking in my house, eyes watering, nasty taste in my mouth. I remember just falling face first on my tiny little bed and falling fast asleep vowing never to eat oatmeal again.
Now, its 2006. i havent eaten oatmean in like 4-5 years. On december 4th, my friend Justins dad Rick passed away. I was at the funeral and they were talking about all the cool stuff Rick did and i was thinking about the time that he had to drive me all the way back home because i was puking up his oatmeal. i then thought, "wow, that was like 4 years ago and i havent eaten oatmeal since"
so today, i am sitting here...writing this blog....eating a bowl of oatmeal for Rick.
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