Hey guys,

I'm sorry that I don't dress the way you do.

I'm sorry that I can't be like all of you, unoriginal and condescending.

I'm sorry that most of you have no reason at all to make fun of me.

I've never even met most of you.

But you know, that's cool. Just keep being the undeserving brats you are.

why don't any of you get me?

can't really think right now.

so I can't really write right now.

Um. Someone.

http://monstersoffolk.kungfustore.com/

anyone wanna buy me this?

i can't afford it because I don't have a job. also, Christmas is coming up, y'all. just want you to know that it would be great if you guys were generous this year.

seriously though. M. Ward, Conor Oberst, Jim James, and Mike Mogis?

buy it.

!!!NEW SUFJAN STEVENS!!!

Sufjan Stevens.

a genius.

His new album, The BQE (brooklyn-queens-expressway) is set to drop October 20th, 2009.

http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2009/07/sufjan_stevens_34.html

SO excited, people. Pre-order it, and then let me download it from your computer, because I have no money at all and my parents aren't letting me subscribe to eMusic yet.

joking.

half.

but seriously, get excited, because the Wes-Andersonesque film for the new project makes this album look amazing, and even better is the already classic Sufjan Stevens trademarked sound.

DO IT TO IT, Y'ALL.

THOM. YORKE. dancing to MIA.

just me, THOM. YORKE. dancing to MIA.

luv u

<3

IS BO BICE THE NEW KING OF LEON???

this is Bo Bice.

and these are the Bo's of Leon.

A Poem by Sam Ramos.

Night crows softly,

Counts the losses.

Turning firewood into crosses.

No burning bridges we turn back,

While the brightness fades to black.

Safely arriving, little striving.

The greater good takes less lives.

But diving deeply down in dust,

The night will gale a ghastly gust.

So rip me apart,

Limb from limb.

But add some light, not so dim.

Like a puzzle, put me in place.

Don't show even a hint of grace.

While we're surrounded by trees, let them fall.

See if we can hear them all.

Hatch in the dirt patches, grow a little.

Paint some sheilds to seem less brittle.

Cry your eyes out, you deserve it.

Swallow that pride, and soothe your sore swelling.

But don't even try

To heighten your highs.

Just crash on down

and sink your sore eyes.

Here Goes Nothin'.

So.
it's been a while.
how are y'all? I've missed you.

ANYWAYS.
Sorry that I haven't posted anything in a while. My life isn't really all that interesting, because I do the same thing every day; play music. Ever since I stopped blogging, I made a music page, [http://www.myspace.com/samramosmusic] which I would be honored if you visited, listened to, and promoted!

I'm still waiting for something awesome to happen in my life, and it seems like it'll be a while.
But for now, I'm just going to wait.

It feels so good to blog.