It's not my fault -- I blame it on the industry

OMG ALMOST KINDA IMPORTANT

Mon, 15 Aug 2005 01:52:33 GMT

This will be my final entry here. I'm moving to anothersea.

(I'll be adding everyone to my new friends list shortly.)

This journal will be moving shortly

Mon, 08 Aug 2005 03:28:24 GMT

Just to let everyone know, I'm putting the finishing touches on my new journal, so I'll moving to it fairly shortly. This one just isn't doing it for me anymore. I feel like I should have written about summer and Charleston and DC and all, but I just didn't. Plus I'm getting ready to go off to college and it seems like a new journal is in order. So this will be like my second to last entry here.

Where tourists snore and decay

Mon, 20 Jun 2005 18:43:07 GMT

I guess I could make an entry about the beach and my college orientation at Charleston, but I figure anyone who really cares will ask me about it eventually. Suffice to say that they were both fun. Today I did have my toe surgery, though. THIRD TIME! This is getting ridiculous.

Now I must figure out how to get up to DC, so that I may see Ted Leo and Molly and Madison and all. Bus and train schedules all kind of suck.

Anyway, I really just wanted to show everyone these:

In my country there is problem (and that problem is the Jew)

He will crush his opponents and he will be powerful like Stalin!

Is it ever worth fighting a war over sandwiches? (w/ Pat Buchanan)

Well, I’m not dumb, but I can’t understand...

Thu, 02 Jun 2005 22:08:58 GMT

So, as of this past Friday, I am totally done with high school. Graduation was both fun and boring. It was nice to be able to hang out with everyone, but all the practicing and the ceremony itself was not interesting. But after it was all done and we went out to the fountain in front of the Peace Center and threw our caps up in the air, that was fun. Even though I almost fell over when I threw mine. That is going to look really funny in the picture. But it is fitting of me, I suppose.

Oddly, I think I was sadder at the FAC graduation than my school one.

I also found out who my roommate will be at College of Charleston today. I have never heard of him, as he is from Virginia. I will have to email him later to see what he is like and to figure out what stuff each of us needs to bring. But I am staying in College Lodge, which is a hotel, which I suppose has both good and bad points. Evidently I move in on August 20th and my classes will start on August 23rd. Which is strange in a way, because that is really not that far off.

Summer has been quiet so far, in a busy way. I started working at Sitton again this week, which is not a lot of fun, but it is giving me money that I'm sure I'll end up needing next year. I have also been cleaning my room. Not just picking stuff up, but pulling everything out of the dark little crevices, throwing out what I don't need, and putting the rest of it back neatly. It's certainly going to take me most of the summer. It's a lot of work and it makes me kind of nostalgic.

For a month, I've been working on the coolest playlist in the world:

1. Interpol - Evil
2. The Futureheads - Hounds of Love
3. Franz Ferdinand - The Dark of the Matinée
4. Material Issue - Kim the Waitress
5. The Bouncing Souls - Kate is Great
6. The Shins - Pink Bullets
7. John Lennon - Oh Yoko!
8. The Sounds - Dance With Me
9. Billy Joel - Piano Man
10. Duran Duran - Hungry Like the Wolf
11. The Kinks - Picture Book
12. Elliot Smith - Needle in the Hay
13. Frou Frou - Let Go
14. The Sneaker-Pimps - 6 Underground
15. Paul Simon - Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard
16. The Cure - Lovesong
17. Rush - Closer to the Heart
18. The B-52's - Roam
19. Modest Mouse - Third Planet
20. The Faces - Ooh La La

Yeah, you can't say I'm not awesome (if in an extremely bizarre way.) Anyway, Maggie, Madison, Sarah--we need to get together sometime over the next monthish and figure out story/character ideas for Auris. If all we do this summer is build the framework, that'd be cool with me, but I'd like to have it together before we go off to college. I'll be gone from Saturday the 11th to Saturday the 18th for the beach and a college orientation, but other than that I am free as long as I'm not working.

I think I will make a new journal sometime before college.

It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine

Fri, 22 Apr 2005 17:20:51 GMT

Bush cancels Earth Day visit to Smokies

At first, I thought that just said, "Bush cancels Earth Day."

Yo soy un disco quebrado, yo tengo chicle en el cerebro

Sat, 16 Apr 2005 21:52:57 GMT

1.) Arrested Development
2.) Scrubs
3.) Frasier
4.) Futurama
5.) Family Guy
6.) Sealab 2021
7.) South Park
8.) His Dark Materials
9.) The Lord of the Rings
10.) Reservoir Dogs
11.) The Royal Tenenbaums
12.) Trigun
13.) Cowboy Bebop
14.) Althanas
15.) Auris

Your Linguistic Profile:

45% General American English

30% Dixie

25% Yankee

0% Midwestern

0% Upper Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

I got two turntables and... some body thetans?

Sat, 09 Apr 2005 23:35:10 GMT

Beck is a scientologist. I had no idea. I am heartbroken. Guero, your sounds will forever be a shade less sweet. It was Molly who ruined it for me. THANKS A LOT FOR RUINING MY LIFE, WHORE!!! :) I always knew Beck was a weirdo. But a weirdo scientologist cultist? This is dreadful.

I mean, I have known for a while that John Travolta and Tom Cruise are. This has soured (just a little) Pulp Fiction and Minority Report for me. But recently finding out that Beck, Kirstie Alley (okay, I've never liked her, but now the sight of her almost ruins Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan and the latter episodes of Cheers for me--say what you will about Shelley Long, but at least she is not a member of some bizarre, inhumane science fiction cult!--even more than it did before,) and Nancy Cartwright (The Simpsons voice actor) are all scientologists is just a little too much. Life is cruel like that.

Also, I begin to wonder. Nancy Cartwright (the voice of Bart Simpson) is a scientogolist. Futurama did an episode where Bender joined Beck, NOW A NOTED SCIENTOLOGIST, on tour and the gang followed them around like groupies. Is Matt Groening, a man whose cartoons have a decidedly liberal slant, really just some deceitful pawn in a worldwide scientologist conspiracy to seduce new converts to the cult? Is Matt Groening the Trojan Horse of scientology? I fear the implications.

Now I am trying to console myself by thinking that since Beck is a second-gen scientologist (both of his parents were,) this makes him a tragic figure. He was born into a cult and brainwashed with no hope of escape. How sad! This can only endear his bizarrely colorful music to me all the more. At least, I think. I hope, anyway.

I'm going to go dissect Odelay for subliminal scientologist propaganda and wonder why Beck had to marry a famous scientologist and pretend that he was Jewish in the early days of his musical career. How tragic!

Oh, Maggie, I posted on Auris. I sweeear. You now owe me your soul.

Don't you know that it ain't gonna last?

Thu, 03 Mar 2005 23:41:57 GMT

So I reeeally, reeeally wish that I could get some sort of normal illness for once. Like the flu, pneumonia, tuberculosis (okay, okay... I just included this one because I aspire to be a great writer and TB seems to be something they all have in common). The classic diseases, you know? But instead I had to spend the past three days in bed because I had some kind of bizarre head cold and I was so dizzy/light-headed that walking sucked. The dizzy part still has not gone away. And writing in this kinda-sorta makes me want to vomit.

Oh! Hello, lj-land. It has been a while. Even though I don't update that often anymore, I really do read your journals (if you're on my friends list) every other day or so. As long as it doesn't look like your entry isn't going to be some sort of giant whine-fest. Those I pretend to read. ;)

Anyway, I am way too obsessed with Arrested Development and am eagerly awaiting the release of the Scrubs season one DVD. Also having a lot of fun with the Althanas clan war, despite the fact that it is one gigantic powergaming festival. But Althanas is nowhere near as fun as Auris, which shall conquer even the nether-regions of the Earth with its supreme coolness whenever it happens to take off. But I have to go find a poem to teach for FAC tomorrow. And do some other make-up work.

P.S.
I love the way online journals make you feel like a pretentious celebrity, in that "everyone must really care about my personal life and opinions so it's my obligation to share them with my adoring fans" kinda way.

P.P.S.
I spit in a cup of rice pudding in Denny's today and my fan club is selling it on e-Bay for THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS. Fo serious, yo.

Half of the time we’re gone, but we don’t know where

Fri, 31 Dec 2004 23:24:51 GMT

Here is my obligatory New Year's Eve post (well, okay, not obligatory--I didn't even make a post for my 18th birthday--but, you know, I'm all bored and stuff so I figure I might as well write in this. I mean, I guess everyone can enjoy my mindless rambling, dead baby jokes, and oddly placed Futurama references occasionally, right? ... Right? Your sympathetic smirks will not deter me!)

Since I have nothing much to say, I'm going to steal Sarah's little idea (which I think she stole herself--AHAH! It's like the Toadies song What We Have We Steal ... Sorta. I swear I'm not on drugs! AND NO I WILL NOT SELL YOU ANY, VILE WENCHES OF YONDER TOOLSHED!) of picking a song to sum up my year. Speaking of the Toadies and subsequently Todd (or Vaden or Vader or whatever the fuck he's calling himself nowadays) Lewis, I think the song Beautiful Night by his new (and supremely awesome) band the Burden Brothers sums my year up. Oh, and since I love all of you so very much, I'll use an lj cut:

Beautiful Night by The Burden Brothers

It's a beautiful night for feeling lonely
A beautiful night for being afraid
So raise your hands, you one and only's
You one-of-a-kinds who feel this way

I don't want to talk, don't want to explain it
I don't want to fuck and I don't want to fight
It's only a feeling, it's fleet and fading
It's all over the world, and it's only tonight

Cause it's a beautiful night, beautiful night, yeah
Beautiful night, beautiful night to be here

It's a perfect time for being wasted
A perfect time to watch the stars
So throw back your head
Come on, embrace it
It's a beautiful night, wherever you are

It's a beautiful night
Beautiful night, yeah
Beautiful night
Beautiful night to be here

All good things will come to you
Maybe tonight, maybe tonight it's the truth
I don't know

All good things to those who dream
Maybe tonight, maybe tonight we'll find peace
God I hope so

So raise your hands, raise your hands...

All good friends, they stood by you
And one at a time, one at a time they fell down
They fall down

All your fears are coming true and
This is the time, this is the time of your life
That defines you

So raise your hands, raise your hands...

Under the stars I'm alone among strangers
Confused, connected, diffused and alive
Maybe the future will smile on us
Maybe the future is here tonight

Cause it's a beautiful night, beautiful night, yeah
Beautiful night, beautiful night to be here

Beautiful night (8x)

But yeah. My year this year has been surprisingly like last year. Which isn't really good or bad, just average. Not average. A mix of good and bad. But that is life, you know? (Aye me, I'm such a little philosopher.) I guess there has been more of a sense of finality hanging over it, because this is my last year home. Oh well. I think I am going to spend the last night of 2004 watching the extended edition of Return of the King, which I have yet to see. The extended, anyway. Happy new years and stuff, everyone. I'm sure 2005 is going to be interesting.

Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing

Sat, 25 Dec 2004 19:25:37 GMT

Sometimes fictionalized apathy is only a truncated form of despondent antipathy. I have no idea what that means, I just thought it might be fun to start out an entry with something pretentious like that.

It's Christmas, obviously. I got some DVDs and CDs that I wanted, and some clothes that I didn't want or ask for but will wear anyway. And since it is Christmas, I am listening to the BEST CHRISTMAS SONG EVER (well, okay, there really aren't many Christmas songs that I like--Christmas songs pretty much rank alongside with Libertarians and "funny" home video shows on my list of things I hate.)

Because Fairytale of New York > all other X-mas music.

The comments on my last post have reached astronomical proportions, but now that I've finally updated I'm sure they will probably die out. Oh well. I got to six hundred comments on one thread! Now I will finally have something to tell my grandchildren. Before I put them in the oven.

Vodka Cannon: HAHAHAHAHAHHA SOME MEXICAN IS SINGING FOR THE CHRISTMAS PARADE
Static Valor: Stupid Mexicans! Christmas is an AMERICAN holiday.

I want to go see The Life Aquatic (even though the critics don't seem to be fond of it--but I'm silly for listening to them.) Maybe because I got The Royal Tenenbaums DVD and I hunger for more Wes Anderson.

"'Odeley' is a real word. Just look it up in the Becktionary."

We need to form a full assault, it's Canada's fault!

Sat, 06 Nov 2004 02:58:59 GMT

So Manda (valier) introduced me to a website that pretty much solves all my election woes: http://www.marryanamerican.ca ... Aren't the Canadians so kind and considerate and (hopefully) sexy? Looks like I am going to be marrying myself a Canadian for some easyily-obtained citizenship/hot sex. I mean, Canada seems like it is really cold. What else could there possibly be to do up there?

Here is a discussion Molly and I had on the matter:

Static Valor: I have found an even better solution than yours to our election problems.
SomeHipCat: Using the warheads made available by Bush's neglect of nuclear proliferation to blow up the red states?
SomeHipCat: Or marry Canadians?
Static Valor: Marry Canadians.
SomeHipCat: I am not simply satisfied with the sweet balm of Canadian citizenship.
SomeHipCat: I crave revenge.
Static Valor: Oh Molly. If you were a Canadian, I would marry you.
SomeHipCat: No, Adam, if YOU were Canadian, I would marry you.

There is also this:

SomeHipCat: A Republican friend of my sent me this: http://kerryspirit.ytmnd.com/
SomeHipCat: I do not understand it.
Static Valor: It doesn't make sense... But it's funny.
SomeHipCat: It is pretty funny.
SomeHipCat: But not as funny as THIS:
SomeHipCat: http://www.nata2.info/humor/movies/chin2.mpeg
SomeHipCat: I want to marry them.
Static Valor: Oh my god. That is so fucking funny. Please, have my Canadian babies.
Static Valor: Even though I may end up eating them to keep warm.
SomeHipCat: Oh Adam, you are the best.
SomeHipCat: But if some our children turn out to be Korean..well, you were warned ahead of time.
Static Valor: I'll understand. There's nothing like Korean baby barbecue.

I will be 18 next week. Wonder if that means I'm legal in Canada...?

I'll play the devil, you can be the light

Sun, 17 Oct 2004 03:00:31 GMT

So I have achieved a new low of left-wing lameness. I lifted a Bush-Cheney sign from some asshole's yard last night. But I swear, it was not my idea! Especially since I was only last month complaining about conservatives stealing Inez signs. I am such a flip-flopping liberal.

Been listening to Three Mile Pilot, Blonde Redhead and The Folk Implosion. BR is NOT a Sonic Youth rip-off. Well. Not anymore.

This weekend has been pretty cool so far (or at least nice in comparison to the weekdays that preceded it.) It was the last week of the grading period, so I had to do all of my last-minute projects on top of all the late work that I had to get in so I wouldn't fail anything. Hopefully I succeeded, although I had a 71 in Pre-Cal on my progress report, so there may be cause to worry. But now my parents are out of town.

I will be 18 in less than a month. That means I'll be able to... Well. Shit. I can't think of anything off the top of my head that it will be legal for me to do then that is illegal for me to do now. This breaks my heart. So it looks like this entry is over. Viddy you next raz, my malenky droogs.

They caught me downtown, changing the buslines

Tue, 07 Sep 2004 22:40:47 GMT

I think the only thing I've enjoyed about this hurricane is the fact that it's named Frances. You know, because it's just one letter away from being France. And the fact that something deadly with a name like that is plowing through the heartland of conservative America, well, it just makes me smile.

It's awful, I know, but when I heard about four people having died in Florida, I thought, "Gee, I sure hope they're Republicans." It's a swing state, man. Every vote counts. Here's your divine retribution for voting George Bush in 2000, bitch. (Yes, yes, again I'm really awful. I'm sorry. While I'm on the subject of poor taste in humor, take a gander at this: http://www.geocities.com/pirated_kiss/owned.gif )

In Garden State (which is a wonderful movie, by the way, WAY SUPERIOR TO LOST IN TRANSLATION) when Natalie Portman told Zach Braff that New Slang by the Shins would change his life, I almost laughed. Not that I don't like the Shins, I think they're awesome. But if a Shins song changes your life, you have problems. However, if a Shins song IS going to change your life (you poor pathetic soul, you, whoever you are) then this would be the song to do it. I really enjoy it.

In other news, I almost killed myself trying to make some Ramen noodles earlier today. Also, I applied to College of Charleston last night. Now I just have to get my transcripts sent it. I can be lazy with my other applications now.

(I haven't updated this thing in a while.)

But you're always a step ahead of the crowd

Tue, 10 Aug 2004 03:48:02 GMT

FINALLY done with all my podiatrist visits. Woohoo.

How I love Tripping Daisy. Listening reminds me of the days when I was a kid and I used to sit around and play Silent Death (nifty overhead spaceship game) and listen to music. Not that I listened to Tripping Daisy back then--I was too busy listening to Green Day, The Smashing Pumpkins and The Presidents of the USA (yeah, my old musical tastes were bizarrely decent, even though I rarely listened to music and never got CDs, but I guess that was 'cause I was young.) Tripping Daisy just brings back the early to mid 90's. Which was the best time for music ever, in my opinion.

Haha, sorry for rambling like that. And my, my, it's been a while since I've updated this thing. I'm just in a reflective mood, I guess. Because, sadly, my summer vacation is drawing to a close. My senior year approaches. I don't suppose I can complain, really. All in all, it's been a pretty rockin' summer. Probably the best one I've had yet, although I'm sure next summer will blow it away. But now the time for constant laziness is over. It's time to start being mostly lazy and vaguely productive once again. Prolly won't be so terrible.

My classes seem pretty okay, at least. First period is Government, but I'll have it free next semester. Second is Gym, but I'll have it free next semester. Third is English, fourth is Pre-cal. After that it's Creative Writing at the Fine Arts Center. As far as my school goes, my least favorite teacher is gone, but so is my favorite teacher. Not that I would have had either of them this year, anyway. And we have a better teacher doing Senior Project. Which is nice, although Senior Project is going to end up KILLING me. I swear!

Soon I need to go to the DMV and get my license (I'm sure that'll be fun.) I've put it off for way too long. Man, I'm so lazy. Looks like I need to go pick up some more job applications too, since my job hunt has proven fruitless. Also, I'm going to go ahead and apply to College of Charleston. I don't know if I'm going there or not yet, but I think I probably will. Unless I happen upon somewhere better. Oh well. It's not like it's going to hurt me to apply.

School starts Friday. Here we go, one last time.

Filling jars full of silence, you'll get nowhere

Mon, 26 Jul 2004 04:00:17 GMT

As most everyone knows by now, I got back from the beach yesterday. I spent most of my time there playing guitar, reading, listening to music, walking on the beach. All that sort of thing. It was nice and quiet, whenever I could get away from my family. I also got to eat lots of good seafood. Man, I love me some seafood. Especially blackened fish.

On Wednesday we drove up to Charleston to go on one of the tours of College of Charleston, which is where I'll more than likely be going to college. I adore Charleston and the college seems pretty neat--it's a fairly cheap liberal arts college on the beach, which is cool with me.

I've just been so tired from the beach these last couple of days. Tomorrow I'd really like another day of doing nothing, but it is not to be. Early in the morning, I have to go get part of the nail cut out of my other big toe. Then I need to start driving again so I can get my license soon. And I have to go to guitar lessons in the evening. So tomorrow is looking like it's going to be a fairly full day. Oh well.

As far as Althanas is concerned, the Gisela has started and it looks like it's going to be a blast (if a particularly long and painstaking one.) My army is sweet, if I do say so myself. We're like the Salvarian Mongols. Cavalry archers all the way, bitch. Round one I face Xarzo, which I'm not worried about. Round 2 I'll probably face Gilbert, which will be hard since he seems to be a pretty crafty tactician. I'm prolly facing Gild in round 3, so I'm not even thinking about winning that. But it'll be fun.

Still, though, I have a lot of ToW battles to judge and four threads to reply to. Aye me, no rest for the weary! I'm going to go get some delicious peanut butter cup ice cream before I starve to death. So farewell for now, internet land.

Where's Jaws when you need him?

Sat, 17 Jul 2004 06:12:58 GMT

I'm fairly well ready to leave, I guess. I'm all packed--somehow I got my guitar and amp plus my suitcase into the trunk, so I'm content. I made three CDs and I bought three CDs (Modest Mouse, Gomez, and Spoon) that I haven't even listened to yet. I've got a couple books to read. So I am all set, I hope. We had some setbacks today, but nothing major.

So tomorrow morning we're off. We plan to strike the capitalists whilst they lounge about unprepared, to take them by storm when they are at their weakest. They will see: Money is no shield against the revolutionary's ire; liberation shows THEM no mercy. By the 24th, if all goes as planned, the entire Southern coastline will be ours!

Okay, yeah, I'll be back next Saturday.

Try not to have too much fun without me.

So is it raining in your bedroom?

Tue, 13 Jul 2004 03:30:26 GMT

Saw Fahrenheit 9/11 last night. It is quite awesome. Parts of it were exaggerated, of course--it is a Michael Moore film. But it was entertaining, funny, terrifying and informative. I liked it better than Bowling For Columbine, actually.

All of this drama on Althanas for the past few days has just made me sick. Sorry to everyone whose threads I'm behind in, but I really haven't wanted to touch the site. Things seemed to have smoothed out, though. And Madison even got an admin job out of it, haha. Which is kind of crazy--since I am Dirks's designated successor, me and Madison will SOMEDAY be in control of like 2/3 of Althanas. That'll be sweet.

Today ended up being a lot busier than I had planned. When I woke up, around 1 PM or so, I got some food and went over to my grandmother's with my mom to get the tiller. Evidently I'm going to have to be tilling some land with, which sounds like GREAT fun. We spent the obligatory hour or two over there chatting with her, which was all right.

Then my dad came and got us (my sister didn't come because she was out) and we went to visit my OTHER grandmother, who has been in the hospital because she had some kind of fluid building up around her heart. She looked better, my dad said. I don't think I've seen so many members of my family in the same day like this for a really long time.

Then I went to guitar lessons, came home and practiced. I'm learning to play the Stone Temple Pilots song Plush (I like that song, but I always found the lyrics strange--sinister in that Toadies-esque way, except without any sort of humor evident in it) and some other stuff.

I leave for the beach on Saturday. Whoo?

SomeHipCat: Latin guys, that's my thing.
SomeHipCat: Makes me all weak in the knees.
SomeHipCat: Like you and bald girls.

Dream on my friend, you're not going anywhere

Tue, 06 Jul 2004 03:49:00 GMT

I am the master of finding lost people over the vast reaches of cyberspace, yo. Okay... It was two and accidentally.

Siiigh. I miss the castles. I miss Treline. I miss role-playing with everyone there. It seems silly, I guess--you would think I would have gotten over it by now. But I still think about from time to time. Pine after it, in a way. Where did all those years go? What did we do to deserve such innocent 14-year-old happiness? Why did did we have to let it go? I tell myself I will make something like the castles again, for everyone. But I don't think I'm serious. It would be like one of those funerals no one goes to. And everyone that does come just stands around and stares in awkward silence.

Sorry, it's been one of those days. Raining all the time in the good way. Sad and dreary. But in the good way.

My new guitar teacher is a lot cooler than I thought. I think I like him better than Joey or Derrick, who were neat too.

Everyone seems to be gone. Crazy summer.

I need a haircut before the beach.

I feel like I'm talking to a mirror.

(Aww, I made a silly little sad entry.)

Love, bang, crash, wakka wakka, bam thwok

Sun, 27 Jun 2004 03:00:17 GMT

Well, I'm crushed that Lollapalooza was canceled, but I believe there may be some sort of compensation. On October 13th and 14th The Pixies are playing in Atlanta. Yes, it's wonderful, but I'm afraid there is a catch. The tickets cost from 80 dollars to over 200 dollars. I'm definitely going to go, because I'm crazy like that, but I'm going to go for the cheaper tickets. It's not in a big place, so even cheap tickets (if you can call 80 bucks cheap) won't put you miles away from the band. So if you are the least bit interested in going, Maggie/Sarah/other local fans of the Pixies, please let me know -- there's stuff I need to get straightened out.

On the note of The Pixies, everyone go download Bam Thwok, their first new song in 13 years (or have me send it to you on AIM.) It has Kim Deal on vocals and it's pretty cool.

My toe is doing nicely, even though their is a large fleshy gap where part of my toenail used to be. It kind of looks like a little bit of cherry pie in my toe. And there is a lot of annoying stuff I have to do to take care of it. If I neglected to mention it to you, I had part of the nail cut out to keep me from getting ingrown toenails. I think the doctor wants to do the other one in a couple weeks, but I'm not gonna let him. I don't want to have to fool with taking care of it while I am being all lazy and hiding from the sun at the beach.

Oh, evidently the Regal Cinemas website lied to me about Fahrenheit 9/11. It does play here. Must go see it.

I'm so thrilled about this Pixies concert.

Are you alive beneath you make-up?

Mon, 21 Jun 2004 19:09:13 GMT

You know what's strange? I love Dishwalla, but I can't listen to the album Pet Your Friends because the lyrics are so conservative and preachy about it. Normally I don't have problems like this. I can listen to like Lynyrd Skynyrd (I realize Ronnie Van Zant wasn't really conservative, but he did express some right-wing politics in his songs) and not care that I disagree with what he's saying. But with Dishwalla... I love the sound of that CD, but it makes me angry. It's pretty strange. Normally things like that don't bother me.

Why is it that people always think it's gross when other people's bathrooms are dirty, but it's perfectly acceptable and not gross at all for their own bathroom to be dirty? I mean, people walk into strange bathrooms and are all like "OMG GROSS THIS IS DIRTY I CAN'T USE THIS!" But their own bathrooms at home are probably just as dirty. It's not the filth, but the fact that the filth is unfamiliar, I think.

Man, if I was the guy that sang those Outback Steakhouse commercials, I would kill myself. Just a suggestion, in case he happens to read this.

Wednesday morning at like 10 I have to go to the doctor real quick, I think. My toe keeps bleeding and the blood always dries up under my toe nail and around it. I looked at it and it looks like a little flap of skin that should be under the nail slipped out above it, so my nail is growing into it and slicing it in half and making it bleed. Hm. That was kind of gross. Perhaps I should have used an lj-cut? Naaah.

They're making a movie of The Golden Compass (and perhaps the rest of His Dark Materials) but I can't say I have much hope for it. Tom Stoppard wrote the script, which is a nice, if strange choice. I'm glad they had the sense not to pick a random nobody. BUT OH SHIT, THEN THE SCREWED UP AND DECIDED TO PICK A RANDOM NOBODY FOR THE DIRECTOR. Chris Weitz. The only movie he's ever directed by himself is Down to Earth (never saw it, but heard it sucked.) He directed American Pie and About a Boy with Paul Weitz (I've never seen either of those, either, but I've heard About a Boy is good.) Maybe it'll actually be okay with my low expectations. We'll see in 2005.

I really like the new Les Savy Fav album Inches. At first I wasn't sure about it, because the production is SO much better than any of their past releases and there's really not as much screaming. But the lyrics are wonderful and everything about it is just more... Advanced (the newer tracks on it, anyway, since it is a compilation from the band's whole history.) They've definitely grown a lot.

Also, I must go to Lollapalooza. Especially if the Pixies are going to be there. I'll have my license by then, but I also have some vague ideas of people that could take me and people that live in Atlanta that I could stay with. So it might all work out, actually.

Looking kinda anxious in your cross-armed stance

Tue, 15 Jun 2004 05:00:39 GMT

Current boredom level: Utterly ridiculous.

So now I have ANOTHER guitar teacher. I've been taking lessons at Phil's Music for maybe six months and now I've had three different instructors. Not that I had/have a problem with any of them -- they're all just different and it takes a while to get used to the way they teach. Everyone else that takes lessons at the same time as me seems to have kept the same teacher the entire time I've been there. The only logical conclusion to all of this is that God hates me and someday I will walk out of Phil's and promptly be hit by a truck.

The plus side to all of this is that my new teacher seems more apt at teaching theory and such, which is something I've always wanted to learn more about, though my other two teachers would try to evade the subject because I think they had more fun playing songs instead of teaching me something that would advance my artistic and personal goals of becoming a world famous musician who lulls the masses, stupefied by a shallow consumer culture, even further into a state of dumbfounded awe with my music that blasts forth from the shoddy speakers of their mid-size SUV, allowing me to "express" myself as an "original" musician thanks to a major-label deal, which I get by selling my soul to Satan, while they enjoy a product I have produced and marketed as art when it is really just a ploy for me and my corporate paymasters to make a profit and slowly take over the financial world, "I HATE MY LIFE / I WANNA KILL MYSELF / OH SHIT / I BANGED MY HEAD ON A SHELF" my fans will scream along with me at my sold-out concerts, roadies lining up outside my dressing room afterwards waiting to have sex with me, from one of which I will contract a venereal disease that causes me to go blind while my penis rots off, so I cast aside my fetters of wealth and deception and head off to Tibet, where the Buddhist monks will dance like white men to my strange and foreign music, where I will find true enlightenment in playing music for MYSELF rather for the fans or the piles of money I once made, and I will be truly happy until the end of my days ('cept for the penis deal, that kind of sucks...)

Wow, that killed more time than I had planned.

I've started reading the His Dark Materials books again, which should go pretty quickly. I've only been reading them a couple days and I'm nearly done with The Golden Compass. I love those books a lot, but I'm finding there's so much about them I've forgotten. About every chapter something pretty major happens that I didn't remember at all, haha. I just read something on the religious stuff in them the other day (I wish I could find the website again, it was pretty cool) and I picked up one of them and I was trapped. Methinks my school reading can wait until I am done with them; there will be enough time.

I find this typical, but disappointing.

(This entry is just chock full of MEANINGFUL SPIRITUAL ALLUSIONS. I didn't even notice. Perhaps I am a prophet. It would definitely explain me being able to predict my future.)

Let's take the sand from this bottomless pit

Fri, 11 Jun 2004 23:22:28 GMT

So my air conditioner is broken (upstairs, at least) and it's a lovely 85 degrees in the house. And as it gets later, the temperature seems to be slowly climbing. Wonderful. This coupled with my recent not-being-able-to-fall-asleep-until-late is going to make going to bed tonight A BREEZE! Ahaha.

Yesterday and today have been very cool (must refrain from making a comment about how that contrasts to the HELLISH ATMOSPHERE OF MY HOUSE.) I enjoyed Trigun very much. I haven't seen much anime at all, but I really did love it. School of Rock is also a very cool movie. Oh, I picked up my summer reading books earlier this morning, so now I have that to occupy me. I only have two to read--unless I have to read something for the FAC and they haven't said so yet.

Ahh, I should not be sweating inside my own house. So I got my report card the other day (before I promptly lost it.) I had a 3.84 GPA this year. Whoo. And that was without even trying, haha. I also got my class assignments for next year. I lost them too, but I remember noticing that they totally messed everything up. As they always do. So I'm going to have to get that fixed when my guidance counselor comes back from vacation.

Like last week I had the dorkiest/weirdest dream. It was all about Althanas, was partially in anime (kinda like Kill Bill Vol. 1, I guess, haha,) and included a talking ferret named Schmeegans or Schemeeglegins or something like that. Who is possibility the coolest thing I have ever dreamed of.

On Althanas: Will reply to Madison's quest with Wyn, will register Ashiakin and reply to Maggie's thingy with him soon, will consider resubmitting my moderator application but then realize I am just kidding myself because I'm a lazy fuck and would never really want to do all that crazy judging again.

Okay, it's waaay too hot. So I am going to end this post so my poor little brain won't be as strained from the EXTREME HEAT. (Hm... I wonder... I put "hot" as my mood icon. Is it going to come up as "dying from heat hot" or "man, I'm horny hot"? The suspense is totally killing me, so I must post nooow.)

I'm taking my time, but I don't know where

Tue, 08 Jun 2004 03:39:02 GMT

It's been a while -- but not much has happened. Summer is pretty cool, even if my (never-ending) search for a job is still proving fruitless. Slowly and slowly I'm getting better at driving. I mean, I am still the worst driver ever, but I will have my license before school.

I saw the latest Harry Potter movie and Master and Commander recently, both of which are very cool. I'm almost done reading One Hundred Years of Solitude, which is sad in a way, since that book is so incredibly awesome. Not sure what I will start next. Of late I have been listening to Spacehog, Sebadoh, Gomez, Spoon, Franz Ferdinand, Modest Mouse... Nice variety, haha.

Jesus! I can normally think of something vaguely interesting to say in this thing, but my EVERLASTING FOUNTAIN OF WIT seems to be running dry today. How so very disappointing.

Bringing Ashiakin back on Althanas. Whoo. I figure if I'm going to use two characters, I might as well use my best ones.

2:00 AM EDIT: I hate my insomnia. At least it gives me reading time.

AHHH, FUCK, WE GOTTA DO EVERYTHING!!!!!!!

Sat, 29 May 2004 03:18:07 GMT

It's been a while, I suppose. I've just been so swamped with school stuff lately that I haven't felt like writing in this thing. But, luckily, all of that is now over. I had my very last exam today, so I go out of school at like 10. I came home for about a couple hours, then I went out with some school friends to see The Day After Tomorrow (I'll touch on that in a bit.) Then I came home again and started to feel sick, so I just took a nap. And so begins my summer vacation, I do suppose.

The Day After Tomorrow: About ten different small-scale, extremely corny stories coupled with some fucking awesome special effects. For the most part, the acting is okay, even if Dennis Quaid always looks bored. It's just that actors aren't given ANYTHING to work with as far as a script. The dialogue is so atrocious that it becomes a source of comedy. For that, I liked the movie. It was so cheesy.

But, like I said, all of the special effects are quite awesome (even though two of the scenes look like they were stolen from Jurassic Park.) Jake Gyllenhaal, however, is what makes the movie. You can tell he totally realizes he's in a bad movie (I think he's using it to get famous.) He does all of his bad lines wonderfully. I heard that he actually made them change some of the lines because they were so stupid.

(Spoilers, kinda.) The best scene in the movie is when all of the Americans are fleeing the US for Mexico. So many Americans are coming into Mexico that Mexico closes the borders--but the Americans then start to cross into Mexico illegally. I just loved the juxtaposition.

Still need to see Troy. I also want to see King Arthur (Keira Knightley is sooo sexy) and Alexander when they're out.

Of late, I have noticed the quality of mainstream music may be slowly improving. Perhaps everyone is so sick of all the diluted music out there that good bands are actually getting a lot of attention (Modest Mouse, Franz Ferdinand, etc.) I actually read an article in Newsweek a week or two ago about indie music. I mean, the writer mentioned bands like Pinback and Spoon (even though he did touch on more popular ones like The Pixies and The Flaming Lips.) This is a good sign.

Now I am going to steal Sarah's idea and make a little list of things I need to do this summer. Hopefully I will be able to accomplish all of them. But you know how that goes.

1. I will get my driver's license.
2. I will get a job.
3. I will get better at guitar.
4. I will write almost every day.
5. I will look at colleges.
6. I will exercise more often.

Man, I really want to find a DVD copy of Ravenous. I have not seen one around, though. If it comes to it, I suppose I can always order it online. I love that movie. Also, I saw this sign at Blockbuster today that said something like if you pay 50 bucks, you have unlimited movie rentals for the next three months. I really need to go in an talk to them, find out what the catch is. If it's not something completely horrible, then I am totally going to do that. It would be awesome.

Lewis Black is great. Definitely one of my top three comedians, along with Bill Hicks and George Carlin. Speaking of which, I'm still trying to find out if you have to be 18 to go see him (I know in other places you do.) If you don't, I'm going to go. Long entry. Time to quit writing.

Whoops, I lied. I do have to add one more thing. I must apologize for being so withdrawn and exhausted for like the past month and a half or so. I realize that a lot of times I wasn't a much fun to be around, because I was too quiet or sleepy or whatever. Now that school is over, I should be able to get back to normal. If you can ever call me normal.

OH! Lied again. Manda, I'm sorry I've been neglecting your livejournal entries lately. I just never log in when I check my journal, so I notice people with friends only entries less. I'm sorry about that. I will try to log in more often from now on, because you rock.

You don't owe me, bastard!

Wed, 19 May 2004 02:54:50 GMT

It appears that it is once more time for me to don a corset and dance the flamenco with a giant daisy. AKA update my journal. Life (mostly school) has been... exhausting. This past weekend was cool, though, with all of its zoo-visiting, llama-liberation, Trigun, and me somehow watching two long movies and a Dune miniseries in a single day.

Back to me incessantly whining about school, though. My nerves are so frayed. I'm so exhausted, mentally and physically. All of this end-of-the-year craziness is getting to me. I have been even more withdrawn and quiet than usual (not to mention the occasional bout with despair, anger, and mutant ice cream trucks.) I'm sorry, everyone. I will be more fun to talk to/be around whenever school is over. I promise.

I have too much work to do. For my History exam, we are in groups making board games to do with US history (WTF MATE?!?! Pleeease, god, just give me a written exam I can make an A on without having to think about it. Having to make History Land--A take off of CANDY LAND, oh ho ho--is far too much SLAVE LABOR for my fried little brain.) Does everyone remember Candy Land? It brought back so many fond childhood memories. Like the television program My Little Ponies. It had such an astounding impact on my development as a child. Would the ponies escape from Bray and his Troggles? Would Grogar soon have all of Ponyland under his devilish control? These were the questions that kept my world spinning on its axis.

But I digress, my little ponies. (I must remember to use My Little Ponies in something I write soon.) I still have only done 50 of my 100 questions for the history game. And I still have to figure out the instructions. Then I must also do six more pages of notes for Biology. 3 of 9 done so far. Then I must make the stupid scrap book (a scrap book of the five kingdom dealies, retarded, yes.) But all of this is due not tomorrow. Ahh, Christ, how am I supposed to know what fungi eat? I am beginning to answer my questions like this:

"WHAT DO FUNGI EAT?" YOUR MOM!!!!11111one!!!!!!!!

Oh my god. My mom just brought me food, for no reason. Something desert-ish. How often does this happen? I must take advantage of this situation and destroy my hunger. Farewell, my friends. (Btw--this song is perhaps the greatest thing that mankind as a whole has ever produced. Everyone should go download it or have me send it to you over AIM. I am totally for serious.) Time to not do my Biology.