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11:06 pm
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Weird quiz results...and oddly true...:(
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03:36 pm
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Alive...like that movie, but with 99.9% less cannibalism...
HEY! I still exist! LiveJournal has become kind of obsolete, I think. Maybe I'll be back to actually make a real post someday...we shall see.
STAY TUNED!
UP NEXT: Our dashing hero must choose between life and death! EXPLOSIONS AND STUFF!
Current Mood:  drained
Current Music: Iron Maiden - The Reincarnation of Benjamin Breeg
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02:34 am
[Link] | dooba
Current Mood:  giddy
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06:17 pm
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Hey man, look at me rockin' out!
So here we are again. A new summer begins, free time comes more freely, and lives shall be destroyed: this is the story of every summer. Will this year's be different? Who knows. Will things be better or worse? Who knows. See the pattern? As I sit here listening to Queens of the Stone Age, I begin to think about the possibilities of everything that COULD happen in the next 3 months or so. Let us begin this precap.
When we last saw our hero, he was bogged down with the overwhelming combination of school, work, bands, friends, family, and the television. This time has passed, however, and our hero is now sleeping until 1 PM (after retiring to bed around 5 every night). He plans to do this often. I have many plans for this summer, many objectives. Justin and I have decided that we must visit the abandoned insane asylum before the end of summer. This will definitely occur, because I love scary ass places. Although, after Monday's debacle in the woods, Justin and I probably need a break from dark forests for awhile.
There are several concerts I shall be attending this summer, namely QOTSA, Ozzfest, Corrosion of Conformity, and (hopefully) Gigantour. I am also going on vacation in August to the east coast once again. I shall bring it hell, along with hundreds of Duel Gunnz stickers. Speaking of Duel Gunnz, let me go off on a rant. We were supposed to play a show with...well, about 90 bands over the course of negotiations. Finally, we settled on Brand New and some other really awesome emo bands. Unfortunately, our big show at the Metro is now fucked because Brand New broke up. Also, the show keeps getting pushed back. I think the group is dying. I fear we shall be a one hit wonder band, in the form of Marcy Playground, C&C Music Factory, or Metallica. This would be saddening.
Now I shall lead off topic on the word "saddening". I think I will see lots of it this summer. I don't know why, but I have that feeling. It is due time. Summer always seems to make everything really depressing to everyone. However, this year, I'm taking myself out of the mix. I feel a swell of sadness coming, but I don't feel it for myself. I'm detaching, I'm detached. I'm like a hammock that's broken for wear of obese people's relaxation. Unfortunately, I think others will be sad. Hey, at least it'll be interesting for me. Brett's Retention Pond will be show-stopping this season.
Zombie Holocaust is a very good band. I would just like to say that. As soon as we get our shit together, and stop being whiney bitches, we definitely have chances of being signed, especially to someone like Metal Blade, even if no on Metal Blade ever sells any albums, except maybe Cannibal Corpse, and who knows, maybe Armored Saint, and how many commas can I use in one sentence, and is it truly a sentence after this many commas,...?
Work is work. I foresee nothing changing in the realm of my job over the next few months, except people. People will quit and get hired like it ain't no thang, because that's what happens at my store. Borders still blows.
Hopefully, I'll get to see a lot more of certain people this summer that I haven't been in such close contact with during the school year. Here's hopin'. Although, it is summer, so these things probably won't happen. (see paragraphs A & D)
I guess all there is to say is: I can't wait to see how it turns out. That's really all there is to do about it.
Check back in three months for the official recap, even though there might be updates in between now and then. Good day.
Current Mood:  contemplative
Current Music: Queens of the Stone Age - Rated R
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05:56 pm
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-DUEL GUNNZ is now playing at The Bottom Lounge, probably on May 9th. The Metro couldn't contain our awesomeness.
-Mitch Hedburg is dead, and I am sad. The man will be missed.
-The Pope is dead, and who the hell didn't see that coming?
-CNN is reporting that there are predictions for either a tsunami or an earthquake that could possibly wipe out all of California, or at least damage it severely.
-Reheated chinese food is possibly better than fresh chinese food. I'll have to look further into this one.
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12:41 pm
[Link] | Yesterday = good writing/practice session with Zombie Holocaust.
Sunday, April 24th = DUEL GUNNZ @ The Metro.
Yeah, you heard me right. Bow.
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02:28 am
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GO
So I was told tonight that one of my past posts was "genius" by a friend, and I mean, I like to think he was correct in his declaration. Because of this, however, I have been forced to think on the term "genius". Let us look at this...
What constitutes a genius? Must they be an Einstein and invent something fantastic? Or possibly create an idea that resonates with millions? Can a genius be someone who simply doesn't conform to the societal norms? In most cases, some person like that would simply be considered anti-social or depressed, or suffer from some type of mental disease. And who created the idea of mental instability? Who is to say that the person who first labeled a peer "mentally unsound" was not clinically insane, by current standards of what insane actually means (and who is to say that those standards are not incorrect?), or not qualified to make such a hefty decision?
Which brings me to my next big point: who is exactly in charge of throwing the flower bundle of genius to the person they wish to catch it? Surely whoever deems someone a "genius" must themselves be of that upper class of intelligent beings who appear to know more than everyone else. This of course opens the door of appearance and reality. Someone may simply give off the air of being intelligent, but does that make it so? I think not.
Is "genius" something that is just randomly tossed out by people around the globe, or can it actually be defined? This brings all of us right back to the confusion of responsibility for defining genius, or geniuses. Genius'? Genii? Does the fact that I don't know how to spell the plural form of "genius" take me out of the running to be one? Can a genius be someone that society has announced as "retarded" or "special"? It has been proven that many people suffering from brain abnormalities can excel in thought patterns that spread from parts of the brain not unharmed with said mental disease. But then, you see, what makes these doctors qualified to prove these types of things?
Do you see how everything just goes around and around? It is never ending.
I think the earth was made circular (or spherical if you are going to get worked up about it) for a humorously ironic reason.
Current Mood:  tired
Current Music: Settle For Nothing
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09:27 am
[Link] | I swear to God I just put this Green Day CD on, and yet, it is 1 song from ending. Interesting.
I got lots of cool stuff yesterday, so Christmas was ok. I guess I can go watch it now.
This entry is pointless.
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05:08 am
[Link] | Do you know what the best holiday ever is? St. Patrick's Day. Do you know why? No bullshit. There is no pathetic emphasis to be in a relationship during St. Patrick's Day. It's a day for your friends, your family. Who cares if you are dating/doing/destroying some girl at that time? It doesn't matter, it's St. Patrick's Day and it has one of two points:
1) To get piss-drunk and stumble around, all while singing "Fields of Athen Rye"
2) To not really acknowledge the alcholism of the holiday, and simply spend some time with people. It's pretty much every other day of the year, but for some reason it's a holiday (and that kicks ass).
Reasons for various other holidays sucking:
-Christmas: 2nd loneliest holiday of them all, if you aren't with someone, you want to be. Snow is romantic, lights are romantic, everything about Christmas just screams: "I want to cuddle up with someone and get warm *wink wink*..."
-New Year's: new year, new life, new happiness. You look in movies, tv, etc., what do you see? People with their loved one at New Year's Eve. Yay for those without someone to kiss when the clock counts down.
-Valentine's Day: The loneliest holiday of them all. Cheap, pointless, and simply a piece of shit day.
-4th of July: Wouldn't you love to sit under the warm night sky, huddle in a blanket, and watch fireworks with that special someone? Yeah, I thought so.
-Halloween: It's chilly, it's spooky, and it lends itself to horror movies. What's better than watching a horror movie with "your boo"? Nothing.
-Thanksgiving: Eat a lot. Get tired/drunk and think about your life. That's always fun.
Yes, I'm eliminating other minor holidays. Yes, I'm looking at this only from the side of the person without a significant other. Why? Because hey, we see you people with your fun relationships. We see it every day, walking down the street, going to school, shopping. If we don't leave the house, we see you on TV or in the movies. We see you everywhere and wish to be you. And yes, obviously there are plenty of films and shows with lonely, depressing characters, but they are never glorified. And they probably shouldn't be.
So, for all you nice guys like me, let's be strong. For all you guys who sit and listen attentively hour after hour to some girl whine about how big of assholes men are, while simultaneously proving that depiction false. For all you guys who possess all of the qualities that women say they want, but when it comes time to choosing boyfriend or fuckfriend material they choose someone else with bullshit excuses such as "I don't want to hurt the bond we have" or "he's great but he's not my type". For the guys who, after being denied, continue to care for a girl's problems while they rely on you to be the perfect guy, but not the perfect guy to date. For the guys who make some girl's issues their main concern, no matter what other responsibilities or activities they are involved with. For all you guys, here's my holiday shout-out: let's hold on until St. Patrick's Day.
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05:26 am
[Link] | I saw the Scissor Sisters tonight, it was quite awesome. Even better than the first time.
I wrote a new song tonight, that was awesome.
I played Trivial Pursuit with my mother and pretend/half-drunk Cory at 1 AM, that was awesome.
I've been watching Band of Brothers, which is awesome.
I'm recounting past events of my days, that isn't awesome. That's annoying as hell.
I just don't have anything to say, I suppose. That's also not awesome.
Current Mood: restless
Current Music: checking for key flaws and flat notes
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03:57 am
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Feiuir Feui
And I shall commence by quoting the Great Garritano:
"You know how fucking weird we are? We're sitting here talking about a script and a movie we want to do and drinking coffee and cappuccino on a Saturday night, instead of getting drunk and getting high!"
This was said during the latest installment of the Brett K/Rachel G. meetings about Orpheus Sings. You know what? It's really true. I'm so fucking odd. I love Swedish death metal and Tracy Chapman. I love pizza, cheeseburgers, and mac & cheese, but I hate cheese if it isn't melted. I seem to have a violence obsession. My sense of humor relies on the frailties of the human existence, not fart jokes and people tripping over things. I think The Beatles were a bunch of hacks. I'm a conundrum in and of myself, yet I completely understand it. It's quite cool actually. It's also nice to know that I can share these oddities with a select few.
RANDOM INSERTION: Jewish bread kicks ass. That is all.
I believe that I want to lead two lives. Is it possible? No. Can I do it, negating the laws of humanity? Probably. Here are my two ambitions for life (only in the vein of music, mind you):
1) I want to be a rock star. Bright lights, low-slung Les Paul, stage antics, crowds cheering, singing my ass off, solo sections of blazing guitar pyrotechnics, and most of all: bitches.
2) I want to be a folk star. I'm not talking strict folk here, I mean, I'm justing basing it around an acoustic guitar. I want to be a songwriter: chords, insightful lyrics, coffee house beginnings, sitting on stools wearing a nice shirt, singing sweetly, and of course: top-notch women looking for relationships.
Now, granted, they both sound like acceptable futures (no matter how difficult they may be to achieve or how infantile my desires are in nature), but I don't think the two can exist at the same time. We shall see.
At this point in my life all I really want to do is play music, honestly. I don't have other things going on, I don't need other things going on. Prepare to see me doing at least 3 bands, as well as hopefully starting to push my solo material into the masses. Yes, I have other plans for my life that don't revolve around music, but right now it's really all I've got to do. I mean, I watch movies, I enjoy them. I hang out with people, it's fun. I go to school, I procrastinate. But in all reality, I don't have much in my pocket right now and I kind of wish I did. Yet, to contradict myself, I'm also glad I do not. Let me break it down for ya'll (imagine this in the voice of Chuck D, that way it seems very powerful):
-I see people with their relationships, their cutesy little "human connections", and I see how much they are enjoying them. Wow, that's great. I wish I had that. However, I also see how much time, money, emotion, and mind they are putting into these things and I say to myself: "Wow...I'm glad my biggest thought right now is whether I have enough cash to fill up my gas tank." I see the lives of these people supremely destroyed by nothing more than a stupid girl/boy and I think: "Wow...why are people so weak?" I mean, I understand being depressed. I understand clinging to something that defines your life. But when that thing (be it music, a person, a job, etc.) becomes not only the definition of one's life, but the actuality of that life, that the person must let go or at least realize their problem.
Which brings me to my next point: realization, or more so reality. Why are people so unrealistic? I understand that you have fun with someone, that you "love" someone, but don't you realize that in...maybe only a year, everything will be completely different? People are so fickle, so emotional, and so overly flighty, that hardly anything they believe in (or at least during the immature teens and early 20's) will stay the same for very long. In the case of relationships, this is especially true. Teenagers and young adults have these relationships that, while meaningful and wonderful in their prime, will slowly pass into a state of staleness that transcends the actual amount of care shared by the two beings. Very rarely, and I mean EXTREMELY rarely, will any of the connections made during these years actually end up being something that lasts. I honestly know of POSSIBLY only ONE instance of this, and I know quite a few people (at least by name and personality).
And to take this back to everything in the way that nothing I am about to talk about concerns anything I previously talked about...
Zombie Holocaust recently practiced and kicked ass, I foresee greatness and great fun. Duel Gunnz needs to start recording again, and then booking shows. I need a band. I think I'm going to die if I don't start a fucking band that creates fun music I want to actually play.
Lindsay Lohan is a goddess. I would bow to her. And that's not all.
I love ranking things.
I also love John Mayer's song "Daughters".
Current Mood:  apathetic
Current Music: a lot of stuff that I don't care to acknowledge
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03:42 am
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As I turn Poolhall Junkies on for the 100th time...
Well. Here I am. 3:45 AM on Thanksgiving, I should have been asleep 4 hours ago but I am not. I'm getting sick, and that sucks. My schedule is complete shit and that also sucks. So, here I am to type away in hopes to drain myself of energy. Here's the sitch:
I still don't have a job. I greatly wish I did, and I am actually trying really hard to find one. However, no jackasses want to hire me. Why? I don't fucking know, because I can charm my way out of a llama's ass and I have a very respectable past. Yet, I have no job. If I had boobs and bounce in my step, I would totally have a job right now.
I'm trying to form a new band with some old members of Sig Moxie and some new people, hopefully it will go over well. Hopefully we will actually do something. I'm really sick of not playing music. I play music every single day and night, yet never get to play out. That's an extremely shitty feeling. I have about 50 songs written on my acoustic for a solo album that I wish I could release and hit it big (in a total John Mayer-without-the-fag-thing type of style). But that won't be happenening because I have no way of recording anything and no means of procuring a recording device and/or session.
Life, love, and happiness. Well, I have officially reached the pinnacle of my ironic sense of humor on life. Basically, I take everything so lightly that nothing really phases me. If something does seem to break the shell, well, I'll deal with it and somehow end up smiling. So, I guess I've got a pretty good coping system. Considering I don't spend my time attempting to pick up women, it's really lonely, but that's just the way the world works; who am I to fuck with the world?
The subject of women. Do I want a relationship? Nope. Do I wish I had some female connection (other than a friend)? Kind of. Will I try and find this connection? Nope, because that's not how I operate. I guess I'm just not a person focused on the opposite sex, I have other far more important things to do. If someone comes along and we hit it off, that's cool, but I don't see the point in wasting my time, money, and heart on chasing females. I have instruments, and they seem to fill the void pretty well.
I've reached a point where I don't feel like I need to talk to anyone, ever. I'm completely self-dependent and I really think that's a good thing. Fuck doing things just to see people; if I'm gonna spend my time doing something it's going to rank high on my daily list of things to accomplish. Granted, there are certain people that I make exceptions for, none of which will be named here. But seriously, why spend time just bullshitting with people when I could be doing something that I find to be more productive? Yes, I may be doing it alone, but who cares? Which brings me to my next point...
Why the hell does society place so much emphasis on companionship? Are people just so intensely insecure that they always need that person there to reassure them of their own self-worth? Do people simply enjoy being with others, and thus become dependent on it? When does this joy become a way of life instead of a pleasure? I simply don't understand the human being's drive to constantly be with someone in a romantic way. Why is it, that if I feel like simply hanging out with myself, everyone thinks that something is wrong? When did it become a sign of depression to not always be with people? I mean, for me, it's simple weighing of the pro's and con's. Let me give you a hypothetical scenario:
OPTION A) Go to Denny's, talk about people and things that may or may not be interesting, eat fattening food that costs money I lack, perhaps deal with vastly obnoxious people, and then come home smelling like smoke.
OPTION B) Stay home, read a book, write a song, watch a movie, go to sleep.
Option B is the superb choice for me. I guess it's just a matter of priorities. I would rather accomplish something on my own than accomplish nothing while being surrounded by people I enjoy.
Ah yes, and here is another subject: my friends. You know what's really cool about me? I'm in the middle no matter where I go! See, because I have friends within many different circles, I have to deal with snide remarks and bitchy comments constantly being thrown from one to the other. So say I were to hang out with one group of my friends and I mention something I did, oh wait, these people don't like the person I did said activity with so I then feel out of place and uncomfortable when they begin to deride my other friends. Ya know, I really don't care what anybody thinks of anybody else I know. I don't want to hear about how you think they are stupid, or a bitch, or a slut, I just don't fucking care. These comments lead me to feel as if my judgement in befriending other people is being called into question. You want to question my judgement? Have fun, do it on your own time.
To take a short break, Duel Gunnz seems to be moving along nicely (even though we haven't done anything in a couple weeks). I sincerely doubt that the New Year will begin without a CD ready for everyone's grubby little hands.
Now let's talk about people again. I have probably about 4 people in my life that make me happy, no matter what the circumstance. People who never have any added baggage for me to deal with; and if they do, I can deal with it so easily as to put it out of mind over the course of about an hour. Everyone else I seem to simply either grow bored of, annoyed with, or simply laugh at for their idiocy. Am I trying to sound like a perfect being here? No. But I also don't ask to be taught how to live by throwing my problems on other people. Granted, some of my friends I talk to for help, but that's just an added bonus to what's already going on inside my mind. This is probably me sounding like an asshole, but hey, I never claimed to be a saint.
My plans for the future: become a film/tv producer while playing music, writing, and acting on the side. I think I would be good at all of those things considering I know myself pretty damn well.
I would love to grab a select few of my friends and move somewhere far away and live with them. I think that would be fun. The decision process on who those friends would be, however, is quite difficult. There aren't many people I could live with. Or, I'll just move into an apartment building with people I know around me. It could be a sitcom. A hilarious sitcom, like Friends. Wasn't that show awesome? No? Well...yeah it did suck. But the stars made lots of money!
Zombie Holocaust is probably working with new members soon and actually doing something. So that will be pretty sweet.
I want to be better at everything. I wish I had 70 hours in every day so that I could master my instruments. As of now, I am not happy with my level at any single instrument I play. There is something I need to change in order to get better at all of them as well. So, that's awesome. Learning to play an instrument, doing so for awhile, and then realizing: "hey, I learned shittily!" is a very, very disappointing thing.
Good night. Kudos to anyone who actually read this.
Current Mood: indescribable
Current Music: d-d-d-d-don't say nothin'
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03:06 am
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The Tragically Hip are odd, and quite good.
So. Tonight.
I went and saw Megadeth at The Rave in Milwaukee (mucho thanks to Justin Murphy for the sweet ticket hookup). Now, as fun as the show was, which it was fucking awesome, I just didn't know what to do. The reason it felt so fun was because I remembered going to these shows back in the day and going nuts for bands like Megadeth. Somehow, that's not me anymore. So, it was fun due to reminescence. Yet, I felt odd and out of place.
Before this had happened, I got a wonderful call from Kala informing me that her and Sam had quit the band. As if I needed one more thing NOT to occupy my time. As it is, I pretty much watch tv, sit on AIM, and read my life away currently. Thus, my musical frustations are at an all time high. I have one less way of putting music out there. That's really depressing. So, as with everything for me, that's a gigantic plus.
On the way out of Milwaukee I gazed at some city sights/sites (I don't fucking care which one you like) and listened to Ben Folds. That was an interesting journey through the mind.
It's been hitting me for a little while now, I suppose. I have this overwhelming sadness within me, yet, somehow I don't take part in it. I view it as though I am an observer, completely outside of all that affects me. Do I understand this? No. Do I like it? I don't know. I'm totally aloof and really just don't know what's going on half the time. I don't know what I care about, and I definitely don't even care about caring. What am I to do? Apparently, write like 20 songs a day and never actually complete them, it's a very fulfilling thing to do.
In fact, I don't even know why I'm typing this right now. Those of my friends who read it will either respond with: "you're emo, cheer up, can I help?" or "you're emo, get over it, life's a bitch". And, seeing as I don't really know if I'm looking for help or anything, I don't know what I want to hear. Maybe you shouldn't read this at all. Yeah, you should probably stop
now.
EDIT (3:40 am): Hey! REALLY COOL UPDATE! Apparently my dog puked on my bed at some point while I was gone and I now have no sheets, blankets, or really a matress to lay on. It's a good day.
Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: eardrums hurting
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01:11 am
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Here I go again on my own
ENTRY COMMENCEMENT: 1:19 AM.
So we meet again. You and I in this period of time better spent galivanting with books, poetry, and the 6 page paper that is due in 10 hours. You are a silly little bastard, stealing my time and raping my mind to illicit odd thoughts and feelings that I'm not sure should always be conveyed.
It is a night for walking. Or is it morning? It is a mornight for walking. It is a night for the stars to hide behind the clouds, for the cool autumn air to become the stale air of my lungs. A night for lovers to walk hand in hand. A night for those without previously mentioned heartsuckers to sit on a stairstep with a guitar and worry their woes away to the wonderful world of music. A night for killers to buy their knives from the store but hold off on action due to the semi-warm weather and lack of a proper mask. These are the days where people search, they walk. I should be walking. I should be writing. I am writing, yet I should be focusing my writing into an actual productive outlet. If even not my essay, I should be writing songs. Yet I write in this bastard. I write to alleviate tension? Pain? Boredom? Eating when bored is a bad habit. Loneliness? Mistaken feelings? Do I even know what I feel? I think I'm a teenager. Ah yes, that must be it.
Life is like a CD that you secretly stow away and burn from your friend, even though you know they will be displeased with this action. It is swept up quickly, without notice, taken advantage of, and ripped off for a price of "free". All it wanted to do in the first place was to portray music. Then someone took that music for themselves and placed it onto a blank, identity-void disc.
"Only the good die young" - lyrics penned by Billy Joel and Steve Harris and Bruce Dickinson of Iron Maiden. Two artists, same subject. Obviously there must be truth in this. Or at least the archetype of "truth". Everyone can believe something, but does that make it true? Or does that simply make us all dim-witted and easily-influenced?
This brings us to the reality that each person is an individual. Individuality, however, is greatly overrated for the fact that it causes most people to become unidentifiable. Follow this. This is a trend. Trends are to be followed. (This is not a trend. Trend is the completely wrong word. But I didn't feel like changing it because trend was the first word that popped into my mind. However, it would have taken far less time and effort to change the word than to type this out). If every person is an individual, then what keeps them from being an individual to everyone they meet? They are an individual, but each person percieves that individual as something different, thus: a different individual. So, if no one really knows a person (they only know the person that they have come to know), then what makes people individuals to themselves? For, if they appear slightly different to each person they encounter, do they know their own individuality, or are they lost in it?
INTERUPTION: Holidays are soon upon us. Holidays are pointless. They make people feel better. Or worse. Holidays are nothing but drugs, and everyone is addicted.
RETURN TO TRANSMISSION
A tree. It is a simple thing. It's there, looking you right in the face. Or rather you look at it, for it does not have a face (Mr. Tolkien would disagree, but he is dead). However, back to a slightly similar topic, what if someone views that tree in a different way? It is still, at it's core, a tree. But is it any less real to them than it is to you? No, you simply percieve the tree in two different ways because you are two different people.
Life is perception, and this is why life is fucked. No one can percieve something the same exact way someone else does (even if they agree). Thus, nothing can ever actually be in harmony because perception forces life to be viewed subjectively. This explains why people think they are right all the time. This explains why people have differing opinions. This is why the chicken crossed the road. All of these questions (and more!) are all based around the same fundamental answer: perception. Don't see how this works? You aren't understanding what I'm saying? You really just have no goddamned clue what I'm talking about? That's exactly what I'm talking about.
ENTRY DENOUEMENT: 1:41 AM.
Current Mood: listless
Current Music: Jimmy Eat World - Clarity
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01:31 pm
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So we're making a TV show:
GermyOldLady: lets go to disney world
meh11901: why?
GermyOldLady: i want to
GermyOldLady: and every good sitcom has been filmed there
GermyOldLady: full house, step by step, family matters....
GermyOldLady: you cant have tgif without it
meh11901: HAH
meh11901: good call
GermyOldLady: so lets go
GermyOldLady: we'll have a cast and everything
GermyOldLady: you will play the off-beat friend of the family, me and sam will be the parents who have lots of sex, and we'll have four kids: winegardner, hampton, cristina, and lacey
GermyOldLady: lacey will be the hot one
GermyOldLady: cristina is the dumb one
GermyOldLady: hampy is the bitchy one
GermyOldLady: and winey is the cool one
GermyOldLady: see?
meh11901: why am I the off-beat family friend?
meh11901: am I cool?
GermyOldLady: yeah sure
meh11901: I better be
GermyOldLady: all i know is that me and sam could totally pull a suzanne somers/ patrick duffy thing remniscent of step by step
GermyOldLady: we would MAKE the series
meh11901: do I get to ride a motorcycle?
GermyOldLady: YES
GermyOldLady: and a leather jacket
GermyOldLady: you have to be like the fonz
GermyOldLady: and you have to dole out moral advice to my kids
meh11901: YES! I was totally gonna say a leather jacket too, but the imagery seemed pretty gay
meh11901: awesome
GermyOldLady: but no hitting lockers until they open and then saying "eehhhhhh"
GermyOldLady: okay>
GermyOldLady: that's stupid
meh11901: hahaha, alright, none of that
meh11901: as long as I get to take all the food from your kitchen in every episode, with no mention as to why you don't care that I always eat your food, it would be great
GermyOldLady: YES
GermyOldLady: THAT HAS TO BE TRUE
GermyOldLady: but you have to have a penchant for a certain food
GermyOldLady: like how Kel loves orange soda and scooby doo has scooby snakcs
GermyOldLady: and the turtles have pizza
meh11901: hahah
meh11901: hmm...it could be...
meh11901: CEREAL
GermyOldLady: YES
GermyOldLady: that is good
GermyOldLady: cereal.
GermyOldLady: i like cereal
meh11901: who eats cereal on tv?
meh11901: no one
GermyOldLady: no one
It's coming. Soon. Watch for it.
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02:53 pm
[Link] | Well the world's asleep in a crimson flush
Starin' down the barrel of a gun
The one I love is up with a silent crush
On everything under the sun
A child of roses, a pocket full of poses
She stands up to the call to attention
She pins up her petals on the row of scarecrows
And everything under the sun
Why would she drag faith along
Raking the shade back indoors
'Cause in that shadow, winter might leave her alone
With everything under the sun
Hold me
As the morning sky blacks out
Hold me
There's no time left now for doubt
For the tinsel placed on an iron pine
Begging mother's milk to come
Electrifying sense like a neon sign
With everything under the sun
Now bouncing baby boy becomes a rolling thunder
Switching the nightlight on
And what passes on jade will have to settle for wonder
And everything under the sun
Now morning hangs over the edge of this town
The streets flood with desolation
But the one I love, she clasps her tiny hands around me
And everything under the sun
Hold me
As the morning sky blacks out
Hold me
There's no time left for doubt
For the one I love's not instinct
No body had taken for ransom
No soldier marching in sync
To the beat of a tired anthem
My love, she is nothing
She's only everything
Everything under the sun
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I'm so emo I listen to folk music.
Current Mood: sad
Current Music: Common Rotation - Everything Under The Sun
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10:56 pm
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This is our life on holiday
Random points for the day:
-I like Barenaked Ladies. They are a pretty good band. I am a closet folky fan. Thank you Sam for the reintroduction to the band.
-Team America: World Police, see it now and shit your pants with laughter. It's incredible.
-Band practice tomorrow, hoping for productiveness.
-I broke up with the only girl I've ever loved. I'm really happy...
-I watched The Tempations movie today and it made me remember why The Temptations are so fucking awesome: because they just are.
-I'm going to work at Denny's one night a week to gain some quick bling.
-Hopefully looking for a job at Best Buy or this place called Gia's, I need money.
-I still need to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (the new most popular movie among the scene, right after Donnie Darko & The Boondock Saints).
-I've gained a new respect for the acoustic guitar, I do this every couple of months.
-Firefly was a really awesome show. Fuck FOX for cancelling it, I hope they all get sodomized.
Current Mood: discontent
Current Music: Barenaked Ladies - Stunt
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02:35 am
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New post, I'm kewl, give me comments, I hate Modest Mouse
So, I will start this post by saying: MY LIFE FUCKING SUCKS! I HATE EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING. GODDAMN THE WORLD AND GODDAMN THE MA...........hahahahahahahaha, nah, I can't even be serious. :)
Everything is still quite well with me.
I had a fantabulous weekend:
Saturday was Homocoming 2004/Bitch Apprecation Day, and boy, did Rachel and I appreciated our bitches! The dance was fun, Kala and I danced our preverbial asses off (should it be assi?), and we should have another badass picture on the way. All of the girls looked damn gorgeous and the guys, well, we're sexy as fuck. Most notably Ryan and I. But anywho. Dinner afterwards was good, and the rest of my night was amazing. We slept at Mo's.
The next day was lazy day. Kala and I slept and ate Chinese from afternoon til night, just loving the tranquility. An amazingly awesome, relaxing day. True Romance is a pretty good movie, I recommend it. Just make sure to watch the alternate ending.
Today was band practice. It wasn't productive, but still fun. There was gobbling on the part of some obnoxious girls...
I shall now take the time to break down my list of my 10 favorite bands of all time:
(in no order at all)
-Armored Saint
-Common Rotation
-Live
-Green Day
-Anthrax
-Ben Folds (with or without the Five)
-Joe Satriani
-Iron Maiden
-The Cure
-Megadeth
As I listed Green Day's newest CD, I must say: American Idiot is an incredible album and I would pick it up as soon as possible. Upon further review (and with the fear of being bashed by everyone who is still obsessed with Dookie), I must say that Warning is Green Day's best CD. Contest me, bitch.
I really want to watch The Girl Next Door right now, but I know I have to get up for school in 5 hours, thus I should sleep.
Ana Matronic from the Scissor Sisters really does not look like she was formally a man. And for being formally a man, she is very attractive.
DUEL GUNNZ: Our 5th album breaks loose November 9th! Buy Halo 2 and listen to some DG!
This upcoming weekend is going to be very kickass. Thursday night is Franz Ferdinand, Friday is band practice/woods adventure/sleepover, and Saturday is a shopping and fun day with Kala. I truly cannot wait. It will be a 3-day pass for fun! YAY! :) MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm happy, fuck you!
....actually no, that's about it.
Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: Green Day - American Idiot
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11:53 pm
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5 more minutes of my birthday! w00t!
So, today was my 19th birthday and I got some cool stuff. A bunch of people came over (family & friends) and it was a nice, relaxing day.
Last night was Sig Moxie's first show, and it was amazing. I had tons of fun and I thought we played pretty well. Paulette and Ryan are working out splendidly and really added new life to the band, I am very excited for the future. A big shout-out to anyone who came last night, thanks for being a cool crowd. Settle For Nothing played amazingly, the best I've ever seen them. Then we went and hung out at Sam's all night, which is always fun for me.
So, I am currently feeling really sick and about to set up a CD rack in my room, while listening to Dio. I've gotten really introspective in the last hour or so, and I've just been thinking about my life and my people. I think I'm gonna break this down. Don't be offended if you aren't listed, I'm really tired and (as said before) feeling like I want to puke. Also, don't bitch about order. Sluts.
-I love Kala. Anything and everything. Every single day I am more and more happy just to KNOW her, much less be her boyfriend, best friend, and guitarist. No other person has ever made me feel wonderful about everything. She is also insanely beautiful and awesome, so hey. I'm glad I'm spewing this all over the internet and sounding really 90210. :) I rock.
-Rachel. I think Rachel is like...the muse. I have never felt so imaginatively challenged as when I am around the Garritano. It is my belief that we are to be partners in some type of entertainment money-making machine. Our minds mesh on a level of ideas that always seems to kick SO much ass. Also, we have a cult, so join and worship us. Seriously, we're awesome.
-Ryan is like a brother: he's hilarious, awesome, and lots of fun...and I want to punch him in the face sometimes. However, he does happen to be the closest male friend I've ever had, and that's pretty damn cool. I think if the world were subjected to how witty and awesome we are when together and in full force, half the population would die of over-stimulation.
-Lacey is, to put it simply, a goddess. Words cannot describe the amazing connection and utter sincerity I feel for and with this girl. I mean, granted, she's gorgeous, but she is also the first person I ever let in. If not for certain Jewish minx's that I date, she would be the person most in-tune with my emotions and way of life. If not for Lacey, I would still probably be wearing Megadeth shirts, fat, and hating people. Also playing lots of Counter-Strike. I owe much to her.
-Sam is like the other brother. The one that everyone thinks might be gay...oh wait, that's Ryan too. Shit. Anyway. Musically, I think he is one of the best counterparts I've ever worked with. There was an instant connection as far as writing songs, no matter the differences we have when it comes to actually LISTENING to music. He also happens to be immensely nice and one of the most loyal people I know. Also, every girl wants to sex him up. Son of a bitch.
-Brit is the funny next door neighbor, the one who I don't always see but for some reason has many of the same viewpoints as me on everything. However, when we don't agree, it's fucking pandemonium. One of the first people I identified with personally, simply because she's so opinionated and up-front, which is why she kicks ass. Also, the only person I've ever met who can level up to me as far as bitchy sarcasm goes. And that says A LOT.
-Kristie Kahr. Well. When she's around, she's amazing. For awhile we were the same person. Much of us is so damn similar it's ridiculous. Thus, there is an instant connection, and no matter how long it is between times when I see her, we seem to have a mutual basis on life that keeps us closely bonded. As far as emotions go, she has pretty much kept me sane many a time. Plus, I think it's impossible to ever be mad at her. Bitch.
-Cristina is a fucking pixie. Like...a ball of sunshine. It's so goddamn cute it's obnoxious. And the fact that she is obnoxious just makes her all the more loveable. Crazy hoe. She is extremely loyal, however, and a great person to cheer you up...lest you fall victim to her looks and personality, then you are dead. Unless you are Mike O'Rourke. One out of 4,273 men was saved.
-Tony is either my little brother or my trusty pet Bulldog. The man is simply put, the nicest human being on the planet. Not only does he kick serious ass at almost ANY video game you throw his way, he also happens to be good at everything else in life. I cannot wait for the day that Tony rules the world, because he deserves to own all of you. Even I should bow to his awesomeness. I mean, I don't agree with his music, but he makes up for it by being the best person in Illinois.
-Maurine. I don't think I can see Mo and not feel happy, it's like a trigger. It may also be accompanied by the fact that she is simply adorable, but still. She has always been there for me and remains to be a wonderful friend. She is also extremely giving and caring. If I were to like...be in the hospital, she would be the person bopping in every day with some new crazy apparatus for me to laugh at.
Now, there are MANY other people that deserve to be listed on here, and I am sorry that I didn't go indepth. HOwever, I am feeling pretty fucking ill and my Dio CD is almost over, so I must go. I could go on forever with a list of people who kick fucking ass (Joe, Jon, Sabrina, Hampton, Conway, Paulette, Sean, Justin, Max, Jacquie, Alex, Petrow, Al, Comp, Adam, Ted, Ed, Dave, Daniel, Jake, Jacob, UTAH, etc.) but I really can't do personal bio's for all of them. I really don't know why I typed out so much about everyone else either, I doubt you all care. And really, what purpose am I trying to serve?
Am I delusional right now? Delusional? Delirious? I don't know. Ronnie James for life!
Upcoming shows:
9/30 - Franz Ferdinand
10/04 - Ben Folds
10/09 - Dio & Anthrax
10/21 - Joe Satriani
11/08 - Megadeth?
11/13 - Mitch Hedburg & Steven Lynch
11/19 - Gwar
Most of those shows I am going to with awesome people, so they will be amazing.
I'm gonna go to sleep now. Feeling really sick, but rightfully tired and supremely loved. <3
Current Mood:  thankful
Current Music: Dio - Master of the Moon
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01:34 am
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No sum bitch gonna treat me like a hoe:
So, last night was incredible.
Lacey, Ryan, and I took the train downtown at 3:38 to go and wander around the city before heading to the Scissor Sisters show at The Metro at 8. We get off the train and meet Rachel on Belmont, and basically chill around the city for 3 hours or so. Rachel decided not to go to the show because she was feeling a bit ill, and thus went back to be a dork at UIC. So, the trio of awesomeness went to the show.
Now, we must go in depth. The Scissor Sisters are amazing live. They are over the top, flamboyant, gay as hell, and AMAZING! Ana Matronic (the 2nd singer/transexual) was hilarious, and actually pretty attractive. And no, I'm not gay. And neither is Ryan. We just thought she looked good...
So anywho. Because Lacey is awesome and works at Discount Records, we got to meet the band after the show: which was stellar! They were all very nice and funny, as well as outgoing. Ana and I bitched about Shannen Doherty's fucking lopsided eye and then she hit on Lacey for having awesome dimples. We got stuff signed, plenty of pictures, and some cool hookups with Darren from Universal.
Other awesome things that happened:
-We saw Jughead and the lead singer of Even In Blackouts just shopping at The Alley. They kick so much ass. God.
-We got offered pot by a man on the train who didn't actually know how to sell it. He was asking us about weed, it was pretty humorous.
-I got to go to Chicago Music Exchange, which is always awesome.
-Rachel has purpler hair now.
-Lacey is a goddess of awesomeness and Ryan and I would like to take her away to a private island and...worship her.
So today was good. Had school, had practice, went to Denny's. I talked to Kala for awhile on the phone, and it was a great convo that made me very happy. Siiiiigh. :)
SIG MOXIE (R.I.P. xAlbacorex) SHOW ON SATURDAY!
It's FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
6 PM, MOKENA (on Front and Main street)
ALSO PLAYING: Gas Can Pickup, Settle For Nothing, and Serenity Now
It will be amazing, we kick ass. Seriously.
Tomorrow is more practice and a date with Ms. Marks. It shall be grand!
Goodnight all. I plan to sleep very well.
Current Mood: loved
Current Music: Five Iron Frenzy - You Can't Handle This
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