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| 02.16.04 (11:09 am) [edit] |
http://www.livejournal.com/users/radiotherapy/
Kara you suck. get everyone to transfer with you.
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| 02.10.04 (4:57 pm) [edit] |
Starting yesterday; first hour physics:
We are doing this project that involves razor blades taped to desks. It was about 2 minutes before the bell rings so i was going to put our stuff away in the drawer directly below the razor. As I was shutting the drawer Charles Kortman bumped me and my hand was like "OMGWTFLOLGTGBRB Blood everywhere!" So I pulled it out and walked to the bathroom while Mr Maelbouf filled out an ijury report (which ment I'm going to the docotor) I washed it and then tried holding it to wait for the blood to stop. It never stopped though and everytime i took the cloth off to see how it looked blood would come out pulsing down my arm. ANYWAY, lots of washing and to make a long story short; Mom bringsme to med stop, needles in my limbs, stitches galore, and woolah! no drums for a while.
Although, the anonymity did practice today and i made the best i could with the left hand only.
Christopher, Wes, Caleb and I are travleing to Lasning Friday to check out a recording studio. we are suppose to be there at 2. The guy is really nice and he has extremely good equipment...LIKE PRO! If anyone has any album name ideas tell me in the "comment zone". Me and Chris are liking "A violent syringe calls the vigorous med" It was in some lyrics i posted earlier, but we don't use my lyrics for anonymity so. WE JUST MIGHT!
We might take a college tour sometime this school year. We'd start at State, Michigan, Central, Western and maybe Valparaso to visit Marty. We know a good amount of people at all those colleges to hook us up with venue or just apartment shows. It could be really fun.
we need money for recording, so if someone wants to buy some PA speakers for like 90 dollars (Taylor tell Alex.)
I should write a smart entry again soon.
Mood: Cut
Music: Ben Kweller
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| 02.01.04 (6:36 pm) [edit] |
Last night was Battle of the Bands. The Anonymity got second. I heard rumors they let that accoustic cover band win cause they could set up the fastest. I honestly thought Broken Circle deserved to win. They did really good. I can't really compare The Anonymity and Broken circle though. I didn't relaly get to watch us and when I play I don't pay attention to much besides what i'm doing. Or what Wes is playing. Thwack did not deserve last either. OHH that bugs me. We made friends with Thwack. We went to little ceasers with them and invented the crotch dance. Well they didn't really invent it right there.. Adam made it up a long time ago I guess. It's an awesome dance though. The guys from Thwack are cool.
Megan Boots sister, lauren..laura..whatever, Made shirts and hats that said The Anonymity on them. They were really cool. I watched Broken circle with Kyla <3>
THAT IS ALL. I think.
Mood: I hate football
Music: "Maple Leaf Rag" by Scott Joplin
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| BURN, YOU MUTHA FUKA's, BURN. BURN EM TO THE GROUND! |
| 01.29.04 (6:19 pm) [edit] |
lol. you're right, Taylor. I am an ass. I feel so intimidated by a 13 year old sophomore that could have made band camp SOO much better. Go comment in Amanda's journal. She's desperate for attention just like you.
Sitting out of pep band is just like sitting out for practice. What's the difference? There is none. And I thought humans make mistakes..CHRIST that's the third time I've had to say it. So, someone like you who lives their life on the internet and can only talk to people if it's through a keyboard...ugh. I wish I had your life. A 17 year old boyfriend who cannot complete field science or sentences that come out of his mouth. He's really good at it online. It must suck that you can only spell BIG words and correct everyone's spelling online for the help of spell check. Get a life you fucking CHILD. And yes I said it. Because that is what you are. And I am sorry, KIDDY, but you are the only little girl I have ever had to call that. A naive piece of shit that would take music that spelled out words like Anarchy and that tries to bash the government by calling them nazi fucks over something that is musically logical. Truth is I don't give a fucking cock about you, Taylor. You are hopeless as of right now. I realize there are people like you that suck so much that it will take twice as long for them to become mature.
Anyroads, MCC class was ok today. A girl commented me on my coat. It was Carries coat so I think she actually liked it and was not flirting. Sara and I suck at math I guess. I was just forgetting to change my MODES on my numbered calculator. Carrie has a Live journal again. Live journal's used to be the thing like two or three years ago and I guess it is again. And plus TBLOG you suck a mutha fucka..Changing my colors and shit. So, Live Journal I will come. I will let my friends know it because posting it on here would lead to childish ad hominem attacks in the commenting area again. Not like you can't just search for it anyways. whateva whateva eva eva.
Bilious dunes of sardine lungs.
wrapped around the wormholes web.
satisfied a familiar slut.
...a violent syringe calls the vigorous med.
A hot heat saddle autographed with dropping sand.
Waltz while scuppering a long life yen.
March in 3/4 time to a hardcore band.
sign that flaming contract with a blood proposed pen.
Bullet love chance when sunk to defeat.
Purchase a bile so strong in churn.
Recover velocity, return receipt.
Release your venom as you come to the turn.
Attach my limb to an old oak verb.
My brittle bones are something you disturb.
Telephone calls supplied and square.
A moral so pure it becomes unfair.
(the most retarted, ignorant, but kick ass lyrics)
Mood: Ready to STUDY.
Music: Silence
ps. Too much swearing makes Sara incapable.
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| 01.23.04 (7:01 pm) [edit] |
I must be in heat or something. I had a sex dream today. Well a makeout dream or something. BUT it wouldn't have happened if I didn't stay home from school today. And the live journal user Iwantyournuts has a cute picture in saras journal. :(
I burned Sara the Blood Brothers, but I went back to school after math so I gave the CD to Clayton Burch instead. Who likes it. Which is better than having Sara tell me it's OK. Actually i think she will like it. But she likes Relient K. Coldplay is good. Benfolds is good. Relient K is not. I have no milk.
I want to play Extreme mode on Baulders Gate, but you need two players. Keith is obsessed with yahoo Graffiti, Phil is sick as hell, Wes hasn't beaten the game yet, Christopher is in Mexico. I need a brother. Or a younger tomboy sister.
all is well. JOE IS JEWISH.
Mya <3>
Music: "Out of gas", by Modest Mouse.
Mood: READABLE..HEY I read up to chapter like 5 in Dude, where's my country today. Whopper number 8 is my favorite. And the part where Michael Moore had a dream where he was living in Osamas Cave writing letters to his fictional grand daughter. I switched the mood and music thing around..
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| 01.21.04 (5:22 pm) [edit] |
Kyla played Maple Leaf Rag by Scott Joplin on the piano for me on Monday. She was a lot better than I thought she would be. It was really weird to see her doing something so amazing when she is so damn quiet all the time. I think she got first chair in band, butMr. Browand felt bad for me so he made her second. I wish he would grade section leader by how well of a leader you are and chairs by how well you are at your instrument. A lot of sections got section leaders who do not deserve it and are not up to standards to be a section leader. There are three sections I can think of ....Nevermind, Chris Price isn't very mature at all. So two. Well I guess three still...Trumpets are lame. fuck it. Band is really a bunch of bologna and a waste of a class. I could do without Mr B breathing down my back about all of his crazy ideas...ugh I wish Matt Raab was here again so he would get slammed with Mr browands lame talks.
Can I get a god damn tympini roll to start off this god damn song. TONIGHT...was the night i was suppose to go to grand rapids to see the Locusts with Joe Doney. And Dillinger Escape Plan was opening for them. I was so syked. Then his crazy mom told him that the roads were bad, so we didn't have a car. Cause we were planning on taking his moms. GDJAFKdf90asyufpasehf89-s d fhsi9[aurs84r ui9sduf9sd fujisdfhas89fhsd ui9fhsudf8sdhf9sdy uf9s uiayfjiasdhf 8ihsdfio sdjf BNLAH i want to fucking kill her so god damn much. THIS was the night to see dillinger escape plan in fucking grand rapids...not no pontiac shit.
On a better note, I rediscovered the Smiths and Rocky Witt actually likes good music.
Mood: PISSED AS HELL
Music: The Cranberries. :evil:
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| The sound of settling/All outta angst. |
| 01.18.04 (12:04 am) [edit] |
Tonight I found out that "Going to College is the opposite of supporting Communism"................. Poor Taylor. If she had any idea what Communism is, I might have taken her opinion into hand...And then told her how retarted she is. I found that out and that her boyfriend wants to be in a band with me and Christopher. They are like 9 musical levels below us. I would help them record their songs on an 8 track though. ANYWAY, I don't support Communism as I obviously STATED in the comments. That is just Taylor's way of getting my attention and by golly it worked.
I think Thursday when we had that huge snow storm, Chris Cardon came over and we went to taco bell. Some van almost tail whipped us on Warner ..It was scary. Going down Colby, Chris was jerking his steering wheel back and forth really fast and hard and we kept going straight. That is how slippery it was.
Friday, I didn't have school, so me and Christopher (McLouth) went to taco bell and bought like 9038439084390 Cheesy bean burritos then we came to my house to jam. It ended up he played drums and screamed and I played guitar. He put it in drop D so it was easier for me to play chords. If that is what you want to call them. And we recorded 5 songs on his 4-track. Our songs were probably better than most bands after few months of getting together. Chris and I have been playing together for years though. It was just different cause we had different instruments. Our band name is Circumcision Syringe. Spell checking Circumcisions. He stayed for about 5 hours and then he went home to pack for Mexico.
I was late for band. BIG DEAL. Mr. B can suck me.
I went the sugar bowl tonight with Jim and Louie. It was pitch black and...probably the dumbest Idea we have ever done. So cold and...tiring...so far away.
You know how you sometimes find that song that fits you perfectly. I found a Bright Eyes one that really stuck to me.
"The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts. My head is a carousel of pictures. the spinning never stops. I just want someone to walk in front and i'll follow the leader. Like when I feel under the weight of a school boy crush. I started carying her books and doing lots of drugs. I almost forgot who i was, but came to my senses. Now I try to be assertive. I'm making plans. I want to rise to the occasion, yeah, meet all their demands. But all i do is just lay in bed and hide under the covers. i know I should be brave, but i'm just too afraid of all this change... .. .. ."
when I was going out ...I shouldn't say that. When Taylor and I had a thing. I felt like I was bringing my self to someone I was already once before and have passed that. Marty even told me that I was being my freshmen self again. and the carying her books thing. I did a lot of stuff for Taylor she didn't even realize. I did a whole fucking math project for her while she was with Alex and she never thanked me. She's a piece of shit. And after I met Taylor I started smoking pot again. I don't even know why. That was something I used to do when i was like 12 or 13. I wanted to do somethign with Taylor that was different, but it was all a waste. I am finally coming to the point where I am past that again. I never want to go back and live something I have already lived once before. And I don't like these little fights that are going on either. I think it should just all stop. It gets really retarted after a while. It's time to move on. I apologize for the [u]childish[/u] stuff I have said. I don't think anyone else will. and I don't really care. And in this way maybe Amanda will stop trying to avoid me at the drinking fountain. haha. that was funny, Amanda. I have gotten ALL my cds back besides ONE. My Wack Trucks one. It is really nice to have all of them back. I feel complete.
Kara, I didn't mean EVERYONE when I was saying that people look for their name in journals. Just to someone that blatantly admitted it to me.
Sara, I know...I should probably switch. TBLOG is getting lame.
Mood: Randy :wink:
Music: NOFX, The Decline....:-
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| 01.12.04 (2:09 pm) [edit] |
A level Of immaturity is not determined by your age. If you are one of those people that do not understand that common sense. That complete logic. You really need to die soon so we can rid this earth of the ignorant and pathetic humans and start the socialist revolution..
Speak in punchlines
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| Death: The anti-mirror of infants. Like a picture hiding beneath the digital avalanche. |
| 01.11.04 (6:32 pm) [edit] |
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Friday night I went to SAMS JOINT! And the place was filled with bear coats and animal heads. So the customers could appreciate the animals of course.....That is why they had shooting rifles aligned above the moose head for a banner. PRETTY WITTY!...Yeah, so everything in the menu is meaty meaty meals with a cartoon of a cow explaining what the meal has in it and stuff. I was finding a plethora of things wrong with this place. I found two meals that were anti-meat. The soy ribs......And the Vegetable Burrito. I ordered the Vegetable Burrito, of course. After that I saw Big Fish. Me and Carrie walked into the theatre and the whole place was pack. "There's lots of nigga's in here"-CAW And Meghan Fleckinstienenisin and Andy Vogel showed up. They couldn't sit by us though because there was not enough room...For real. The movie was really good though. It was really funny and I had watery eyes at the end. Watery eyes indicating it was sad also. ANYWAY, I went home and played Gunbound with 2/4's of the Big wheels till about 5 in the morning. Steven Tyler woke me up at 2:30 on Saturday to go give blood. It was very random because I don't necesarrily remember him telling me about, but I got up and got dressed and we went. I had to fish out my college ID from my wallet to prove I was 17. That was LAME. Anyway, after tons of most hilarious questions and boring ass long ones..they sent me and Dave to the place where they suck you dry. I HAD to admit I didn't eat anything that day...Because they asked. They almost didn't let me go. It was so lame...The nurse was like asking other nurses if she should let me. I mentioned a paper, scissors, rocks dual, but no. They let me go and we got our blood sucked. it was a lot quicker than I thought it would be. It was fun. I squeezed the ball thing really fast. Kara, I couldn't find your Live Journal for a long time because you don't have a live journal. But now that you sign, I have your blog. I will read it. Crappily Crapped out, Kyle Mood: Sanctioned Music: "The Shame" by the Blood Brothers :evil:
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| I packed my heart and Fed-Exed it to the Octopus Queen. |
| 01.08.04 (6:33 pm) [edit] |
There's this person That was my best friend at one time. He would have done anything for me and vise versa at a time in
our friendship. We were alike in so many ways, but different in many too. If you have ever had a friend you have or will
never fight with you know that having opposite interests is a good thing. There's always new stories to tell and entertain
one another and some sort of originality that is really precious. I believe I have come to the point where I cannot be
hurt by a girl/boy relationship anymore. There's an apex, that I think everyone meets in their life, where they can
distinguish reality against fun. But also, people head for different things in life. A perfect life is different for
everyone. My friend, whom I still converse with, has become something I completely despise. He has a "Love of his life"
who contains a sixth grade reading level and a best friend who is an overweight underachiever. Amanda. Her heart rate
probably just increased 35% because she read her name in someone else's journal. That's all people look for in journals
when the person just explains their day. Their routine. Their daily boredom. The people who do that write in a journal
for other people. I'm getting off track.
My friend now believes he will be able to graduate from highschool, not go to college, pursue a career as a Social
Worker and buy a house to support his wife and kids. Right out of highschool. That's not what happens. It's just not
what happens. Oh yeah, and he wants to play in a band all his life still. I sooo wish I could be that ignorant and that
poorly brained just so I would not become this paranoid about people like that or becoming someone similar. And I know someone
would ask, why do I even care. "It's none of my business". Well, cause he's my friend and I would like to help him. But he thinks I am jealous
of his life and that I wish I had a Mother as good as his. One that does not have a job, wishes to live in poverty,
brings her kids to a Christian Church for 9 years and then two years ago just "REALIZE that Christ is NOT God and that he
is a prophet"..Cause this book says so. Yeah, they are Jewish now. Mr. Hector had some names written on the board today.
Ones like, "Poser, Prep, Punk, Jock, Anime, Nerds" and not only that but, he ask our class if we were missing any. Some clueless
students named some random ones and blah blah blah. And he was going with it. I was sure sometime soon he was going to
mention that is called stereotyping and it is pointless. I saw a nice class discussion coming on, but he never said anything.
He just played the side. And I knew what he was thinking, but for somereason he wouldn't say anything. I wanted permission
of erasing that off the white board. Especially because it was done by fellow students. Christopher and I talked about it
after class for a while. I am so glad to have friend like Jim, Martin, Chris, David, Danny, Phil, Keith and Nick B. Ones that I relate with so
much and we can have discussions instead of sixth grade fights. And they are intelligent ones. We don't laugh cause we
can make fun of fruit. I know we will all change and next year Christopher and I wont ever see eachother. Not until
Christmas break, but I am thankful to have them as of now in my life.
I just got back from my MCC class. Three hours long. It felt incredibly long. I went to Pizza Hut with Phil Hackney and
Rocky Witt a few days ago. We talked about coding. for not very long though. I have to write programs for Java soon.
I'm trying to get all my stuff back I let people borrow. It will feel nice to have everything back. I am also burning way
too many things for people cause that is what comes up when I ask for them back. It's all my fault though cause I ask if
they want me to burn it for them. Band blows. I don't know how to read Tenor music very well. SOON I will be God like.
I wish I could read bell music like I can snare music. Hell, I'd love that. I want to take piano lessons. And be cool
like Sara. Nothing else is new. I like putting moods that aren't really moods.
Mood: Economies of Scale.
Music: "The Garden Was Crowded And Outside", The Liars :evil:
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| 12.30.03 (9:32 am) [edit] |
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I don't hate Sara. I like Sara like a fat boy likes cake. Or however it goes. :arrow:
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| 12.29.03 (1:29 am) [edit] |
Two entires in one night and it's 4 in the morning. I've made the assumption and seen it happen. Girls like dumb guys. Girls are more happy with dumb guys than intelligent ones. It's just how it is. I know more situations now, than I ever have and I just recently was involved in a case where the dumb guy gets the gold because he's too pathetic to care about himself. I wouldn't consider it gold though. That'd be eliminating the point of this entry. I won't be specific with certain couples like I should. ....ok Well, for one, my sister Laurie. Her last boyfriend drove race cars for an occupation, looked at porn on my computer, and needed help spelling Sue. Like my sisters middle name. Oh, yeah and he's about 200 pounds over weight. No exageration. ...I just got really sleepy...I will finish this if I get motivated soon.
Mood: Tired as hell
Music: The Smiths, I don't know what song..it's new. :evil:
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| Bigmouth stirkes again |
| 12.29.03 (1:10 am) [edit] |
The true story of one anonymous animal born into the meat industry: The truck carrying this cow was unloaded at Walton Stockyards in Kentucky one September morning. After the other animals were removed from the truck, she was left behind, unable to move. The stockyard workers used the customary electric prods in her ear to try to get her out of the truck, then beat and kicked her in the face, ribs, and back, but still she didn’t move. They tied a rope around her neck, tied the other end to a post in the ground, and drove the truck away. The cow was dragged along the floor of the truck and fell to the ground, landing with both hind legs and her pelvis broken. She remained like that until 7:30 that evening.
For the first three hours, she lay in the hot sun crying out. Periodically, when she urinated or defecated, she used her front legs to drag herself along the gravel roadway to a clean spot. She also tried to crawl to a shaded area but couldn’t move far enough. Altogether, she managed to crawl a painful 13 to14 yards. The stockyard employees wouldn’t allow her any drinking water; the only water she received was given to her by Jessie Pierce, a local animal rights activist, who had been contacted by a woman who witnessed the incident. Jessie arrived at noon. After receiving no cooperation from stockyard workers, she called the Kenton County police. A police officer arrived but was instructed by his superiors to do nothing; he left at 1 p.m. The stockyard operator informed Jessie that he had permission from the insurance company to kill the cow but wouldn’t do it until Jessie left. Although doubtful that he would keep his word, Jessie left at 3 p.m. She returned at 4:30 p.m. and found the stockyard deserted. Three dogs were attacking the cow, who was still alive. She had suffered a number of bite wounds, and her drinking water had been removed. Jessie contacted the state police. Four officers arrived at 5:30 p.m. State trooper Jan Wuchner wanted to shoot the cow but was told that a veterinarian should kill her. The two veterinarians at the facility would not euthanize her, claiming that in order to preserve the value of the meat, she could not be destroyed. The butcher eventually arrived at 7:30 p.m. and shot the cow. Her body was purchased for $307.50.
When the stockyard operator was questioned by a reporter from The Kentucky Post , he stated, “We didn’t do a damned thing to it,” and referred to the attention given the cow by humane workers and police as “bullcrap.” He laughed throughout the interview, saying that he found nothing wrong with the way the cow was treated.
This is not an isolated case; in fact, it’s so common that animals in this condition are known in the meat industry as ”downers,” and no effort is made by industry insiders or the U.S. Department of Agriculture to see that they are treated more humanely. It is standard practice for stockyard workers to find “downed” animals, tie them to the back of a pickup truck, and drag them to an area where they are piled on top of each other to await the butcher. The handling of “downer” animals has proved that the meat industry cannot monitor itself. It’s up to the public to demand change and to refuse to purchase the products of this miserable industry.
Mood: Veganized
Music: Skankin' Pickle "Not sure" :evil:
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| 12.26.03 (11:53 am) [edit] |
....You little kids are funny. Besides B. Tozer. He's pretty good at keeping his own, but able to keep it clean.
Alright, let's say before entering this world as it is now, four books lie before you. Book number one is, THE BIBLE!, book two is..The Communist Manifesto "the revolutionary ecomonic, political, and social treatise that has transfigured the world!". Book three is Dante's Inferno :twisted: And book four is..uh..Some book about Buddhism. Let's add a fifth book, the Koran. Or Queran. I guess it has a million different spellings.
So, you have these books in front of you and you can read one. Only one, but you can't choose...Infact I get to choose and we all know which one I would make you read. So, you read about Communism and it's wonderful aspects about equality and..blah blah blah. Yuo go into this world with a shitty mind with anti capitalist ideas and pretty much you suck in America. ...My point is, is that you will read this book and think it's the right thing to do. You think this book is filled of fact and very moralled ideas. You would think the same if you read the Koran. But the shitty thing is that you didn't get to choose which book. Just like you didn't get to choose what sign you are born under (your parents). THE thing is...you are being taught something that was forced upon you, but now you claim you practice it because you like it. Do you see now why you like and that it's "the right thing to do". BUT BUT BUT you have the chance to read the other books now that you are here. "practice other things" If you are willing to take the time, which the majority of you will not.
Mood: On top.
Music: Public Image Ltd, "Rise"
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| 12.24.03 (3:25 pm) [edit] |
Ahh. Yeah, those last few entries were quite arrogant if you ask me. Sorry Ben. It was nice getting it out though.
update update update not giddy with antic.
So, I hear Taylor reads this. Because of that, I will mention how much Billy Talent blows. That is quite possibly one of the worst bands I have ever heard. If you little kids want to listent to some good music, you should try anything else besides Billy Talent. Actually, some good music you could listen to is The Rapture. The Blood Brothers would suit you perfect, Taylor. They are real music. Public Image Ltd. would even work. And Sara, you are scaring the crap out of me. I was glad you mentioned Bright Eyes and the Cure or I was going to think your ideas in music sucked once again. Amandas' obvious obsession with Matchbox Twenty makes her SO Lame X Lame = Lame. Mrs. weisleberg listens to that shit and I almost drew diagrams of suicide on her wrists and traced them with razor blades because she talked about it for like 20 minutes, but we can't talk about good books for more than three.
Built to Spill is VERRRY good Ben and thanks for that CD. It's pretty catchy. I've heard some songs on it. The Hippos are that other Ska band I was thinking of.
The show on Saturday was incredibly good, but the only person I actually even cared that saw us or not left during the second song, so that sucked major bloody butt holes. Some guy asked us for our phone number for future shows and the big wheels talked to us afterwards about it. it was fun. Thwack did very well too. I really don't have much to say besides that The Blood Brothers are so much better than Billy Talent.
Things to do:
1. Kiss like Clark Gable
2. Download lots of [i]The Blood Brothers[/i]
3. Download ECHOES by [i]The Rapture.[/i]
Music: ECHOES by [i]The Rapture.[/i]
Mood: Complete apathy. :evil:
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| 12.18.03 (7:15 pm) [edit] |
So I'm kind of pissed that my first few entries do not exist anymore. My first entry was so cool anyone could love it. About fighting snowman militias and measuring everything in sight. That pisses me off. Even Taylor would have liked it. She will not admit it though. Poor her. Damn tblog and deleting my entries...I loved that shit. I worked hard on it. mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble HA I will give credit to Taylor about saying that thing about Amanda. She had a point. But Taylor can't really talk. Me and Katie had a nice talk during...Choir?...WTF? fuck Choir. And I will admit that Taylor is good at making things up and staying with it. That's usually hard for a moraled person. She goes for looooong times with lies. Man, they act like their 12! I take Alex off block and he can't help but yell at me about "carrying it on by hanging out with Amanda" He's such a stupid shit. Taylor lied to him like a trillion times, but he still lets her perform her own labotamy on him. (HA I like that....sheeeeit) Alex can be smart if he wants. I don't understand why he wants himself to sound like Taylor. He knows she's selfish and immature. I'm going to dig up a conversation. OK, I can't find it. It's not worth it anyways. He says those exact words though. One more YEAR! till break..These days are feeling like years anyway. HA..I have an awesommmmeeeee NOOOO...I can't find it. I had a picture of me and Taylor, but Taylor was drawn in. I drew her fat face exactly how it is in real life. Damn she would have loved that picture. f904 According to Taylor ad hominem is not a real word. I wouldn't expect HER to know that though. She deleted my comment cause she knows how fucking sweet I am. She lost all control. Damn I wish I had that picture. Swearing means Sara can't see my entries. I believe I will keep it up.
Mood: recent
Music: Belle and Sebastian- "Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying" :evil:
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| 12.17.03 (10:15 am) [edit] |
Fuck you
For not coming home at night
Not even after Mom made
supper
and had all of us kids
tucked in tight
Fuck you
For staying home on Sundays
When Mom took us all to
church
Football and the newspaper
in your socks and white
t-shirt must have been
more important than
making Mom happy
I hope Saturday nights
at the bar with your
loser friends made you feel good
While Mom changed diapers
and told us goodnight
We'd all lie awake
and listened from our rooms
while she cried
And when this other lady
came along
Did you pretend we were all gone
When she smiled and said hi
you never thought Mom
could say good-bye
But she did
And you were fucked
did it hurt you to see us
Live in that shit hole, two room rut
Does it hurt you to see that
we made it just fine
without you
So here's to your new life
Say hello to your new wife
By the way, because of you
I'm fucked up inside
I will always be weird inside
Because of you
I believe that men don't stay
So relationships and boys
don't always go my way
So thank you, Dad
What a name, what a man
How I am doing? Does it matter
You're too far away to
make it better anyway
That's something my sister Laurie wrote when she was 18. That's the shit I had to go through at age six. I'd like to know how fucking hard it was for you Sara and Amanda and Ben when your parents divorced. I would like to fucking know what you have to be depressed about, Sara. In my life, a score of 22 isn't good enough for the scholarship to go to college, so now I don't go. I don't drive because my Mom would never even consider the possibility to put me on her insurance. My Mom doesn't listen to one fucking thing I say. Every problem I confront her about, she just pretends that it will go away, but I let her cry on my shoulder when her Mom sells the family camper. It seems like you've got everything Sara. I was born to think as a Liberal. I was taught that organized religion is the worst thing you can be apart of. If there is one thing I've learned from the breakfast club, it's that the idea that we become like our parents is unavoidable. And I know, deep down inside that you guys would love to be as good of parents as the ones you have. I'm ready to break that streak. This adult world will advance no where if we don't break the chain. I hope on all the things I hate; On all the Republicans, Democrats, Liberals, Liberal Democrats, Socialists, Communist, Capitalists, and Bible goers that someday you will realize you can be much better than what your parents are doing. I'm sick of you guys complaining about your fake smiles. If you are going to weep and moan about stupid shit like that, you are definitely going no where, but the place you dread the most. A mediocre life. You need to stop complaining and speak up about positive ideas and talk about things that you have fixed or the ways you can fix them. I'm just tired of getting everything blamed on me. So, fuck all of you and fuck this blog shit.
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| 12.15.03 (1:58 pm) [edit] |
This is the less crapidly crappy I have been in a while. It seems like Sara is the happiest she has ever been. Well, by looking at her entries anyway. And that is a good thing, no doubt.
I took the ACt's Saturday (dec. 13th) it blew me hard core. The english and math were uber easy, but the science was complete Advanced Chem stuff and I felt like I was getting cheated so horribly. I took like 98590 practice tests and that was the hardest out of the Science tests. I brought a Pop Tart to munch on though and I tried sharing with Kim Knoth, but she didn't want any.
Me and Amanda talked about Taylor someday last week and it was pretty funny. It's nice having someone that knows what you are talking about as well so it doesn't seem like you are just complaining about it. Taylor finally stopped with her ad hominem attacks. So, Everything has been cool.
[i] That is all[/i]
Things you should do:
1. Go to [url=]http://www.Google.com [/url] (Google) and search for "Miserable Failure". Notice the first link they offer to you. I thought it was horribly hilarious.
Mood: Dreamy
Music: Mock Orange :evil:
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| 12.09.03 (2:27 pm) [edit] |
Mellisa Shreeve told me to have a Happy Birthday. Not today, but on my birthday and I forgot to mention that. She hasn't talked to me since 9th grade when we were pretty good friends. It was nice for hear that from her. Ok...that was just an add in. :roll:
And Taylor mentions in her journal that she has me blocked now. Which was pointless cause i've had her blocked for like a week now. She's a "you's funny too" like Tanya. She likes to piss me off like that and it works. She's full of complete temerity and is way too content with telling lies. She talked to Christopher last night to piss me off. But she was being nice. Trying to get Chris's approval. But I sound like Taylor now, so I will stop. Although to even sound more like Taylor I could add a "GAH!" after every sentence I write. Her poor grammar turns me on..just a tad.
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| 12.08.03 (9:55 pm) [edit] |
So, I decided Saturday morning I was going to the dance. Which didn't seem possible because for one, didn't have a ticket, and two, didn't have any thing to wear really, but I wanted to see Kyla. she makes me happy for some reason. Even though it's the lame Senior-Freshmen rape thing, I don't care. She talks to me and I love her stories. She's really cool. Anyway, I call up Matt Funnel and I'm like.."Imma what, bitch?" Actually I made plans for him to pick me up cause he was going alone so I found a white shirt and a red tie. Went to my moms boyfriends house and took a way over sized dress jacket. I was set. Matt picks me up and I sneak off to the side cause I didn't have a ticket and I was Scott free. Seriously though, I am fucking sweet for doing that. Through the night this is what happens: I see Amanda, she looked nice, Christopher comes and strips, gets kicked out, Kyla finds me and we talk, not for very long, through the night i chat with Ben and ...Ben, hmm, and Sara, Sara looked lovely too, I danced with three young girls so I felt like a fucking loser, oh, well, I paid some girl from my math class two years ago five dollars to dance with some random guy and steal his boutonniere for me, SO I could give it to Kyla, not for my own pleasures, I give it to Kyla and then I go home.
The night was ok. New subject. I have been talking to Kevin Brands from The Big Wheels lately and we have been showing each other new music. And he likes to complain to me about how much he hates how The Big Wheels are sounding. He told me he was going to quit before the show on the twentieth, so I wouldn't see him. But he was just shitting with me. It was funny. he's a cool dude. We get along. Another friend. According to Taylor no one likes me. And I am mean to all of her friends..All of her friends...all of her friends....ALL OF her friends. And Jackie likes me...and I like her by the way. She's rad. Taylor pulls too much crap out of her face. It's pointless to listen.
!@#~!^%*&)(*^#$&*^(%^@$%$ &%^*(&^($
That's me when I slumber.
I have a friend named Shy who I used to RPG with. She lives in California and I told her she can make our flier for the show on the 20th. She's really artistic so she wanted to do it. I felt like mentioning her in here because I never talk about her and I never give her much credit for being grawesome.
"She had eyes like two turntables, mixer in between, my dreams and reality blend in ancient themes. The basis of isis cross faded to onch, the beat drops like a cliff over looking my heart. 6,000 feet above sea level 3300 bodies disassemble. The head bone is connected to the - cockpit, knee jerk, ass backwards dancing slaves in a mosh pit. Punk rock of jabralter roll out, nothing is new. More blood dyes the mohawk, only this time it's you. And you never loved her for what she possessed. You powdered her face and came on her headress. Oil slick feathers, putrid stench waterbed. Mother nature is a whore... said the shotgun to the head." - Saul Williams
This guy tours with Mars Volta. He is just some black guy with dred locks that recites political poetry. It's really fascinating. Plea for peace and The Take Action tour are two separate things this year! How friggen weird. Cursive and The Desaparacidos are Co-headlining The Plea For Peace tour. I saw The (International) Noise Conspiracy on that tour in Chicago Last year. Probably the best thing I have ever experienced. One of them anyway. www.Pleaforpeace.com
Very good experience at the local Grand Video. I walk in and grab 28 days later. I go up to the counter and no one is there. So I wait. Turn around cause I hear something familiar and realize that they are playing pretty in pink on the fucking TV's in grand video. I was so happy. I sat on the grand video floor for like 10 minutes watching it. That isn't the good part yet. This girl tells me she can ring me up. (catch that sexual innuendo huh? huh?..no just kidding) And I'm like "yeah, sure...This is the best movie ever" Pointing at the TV. And she was like "What?" and so I repeated my self and I think she fell in love with me..haha no not really, but she said she admired me for liking such a great movie and that no one in the staff at GV has ever seen that movie besides her..And so we kissed and I left...Not really, but it was cool.
I decided I was going to start writing my sevens without the extra tail...7....like that!...I started doing the extra tail thing at the top in like 4th grade. Now I am sick of it. I am going to back to the cool 7. Starting tomorrow
[i][u][b]The end of my most important features in the last week.[/b][/u][/i]
[i]Things you should do:[/i]
1. Learn about Cephalic Carnage (Compliments of Kevin)
2. Learn about Crutch (Compliments of Kevin) Not Clutch! that is a stupid radio band. I said Crutch!
3. Realize Mock Orange is pretty damn catchy.
4. Rent ...BUY pretty in pink.
Mood: Indecisive
Music: The liver song- The Big Wheels (Or Returner..whatever...stupid Final Fantasy) :evil:
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| A picayune blog |
| 12.04.03 (5:36 pm) [edit] |
[i] "Vandals577 [8:02 PM]: I always have trouble starting my blogs
Saralbara [8:02 PM]: haha...i just write what i'm thinking
Saralbara [8:02 PM]: which can be bad sometimes"[/i]
For everyman we kill we should plant three trees.
I just got blown by a math IQ test.
Between the buried and me can be scary sometimes.
My heads cold.
Sara's journal is cool cause she also has one called Dead journal.
Kyla is weird.
She made me stay online till like 3 last night.
Taylor needs a hair cut.
Amandas card was rype.
My dad told me i should start using rype for slang.
Solid.
Approaching the apogee.
Breaking the apogee.
Breaking apogee.
Beyond apogee?
Apogee; breaking.
:shock: what the hell is that?
This toy sheep tastes like the flu.
This picture, on my desk, shows me, at five, when i was, laying, on, the couch,...i rock.
Band names that include apogee could be cool!
I hope we play this show coming up.
Wes probably doesn't want to.
Alex recorded their first demo. cackle.
So young.
Panophobics were fucking sweet.
I was going to stop swearing.
I didn't need a haircut.
Daves back is begging sweetly for my knives.
Cj tried ripping me off.
Game Cubes don't cost $189.99
Nevermind, he had like 948549 games.
Keith has the most characteristic personality i have ever encountered.
Phil started FF VII again.
I finished wizard of oz finally.
It was Amandas.
I drove her home in Nicoles car without my licenaeneses and i hit a fire hydrant.
PJ stone is kind of EXTREMELY annoying.
Online and off.
Between the buried and me just got acoustic.
This blog will end my good blog streak.
All 3 of them.
Or whatever.
I like chess too Amanda.
I'm gonna ask Sara to play me right now.
According to Thursday we can replace such a powerful source we live on with an everyday invention. Or a painted jail cell.
I feel like Taylor.
ew.
What the shit are tbucks?
I have 26 of them and one message.
Sara just sliced my hand open cause she doesn't have shockwave.
No Chess.
Picayune is an adjective.
Not a noun.
Just to clarify.
BoyChrisTwo.
Radio Therapy.
Shit, this sucks.
[i]Vandals577 [8:29 PM]: if you're rype
Saralbara [8:30 PM]: are you rype?
Vandals577 [8:31 PM]: i am[/i]
Mood: ( )
Music: American Vultures- [b]The Blood Brothers[/b]
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| 12.02.03 (4:10 pm) [edit] |
So, last night I drove to Big Rapids to watch a concert. It was Ferris's concert band. They just had a whole bunch of students, professors, and just people living in town playing christmas songs. I thought Kyla would have liked it. She's into that stuff hardcore. They played The Grinch and Sleigh Ride uber slow. It sucked. Like seriously, the Whitehall percussion were better than there percussion. They also had a choir there...good thing I brought a book. the soloist looked right at me when I opened my book though. It was funny.
Anyway, I told my sister Laurie to tell her room mate Heather "What's your damage Heather" next time she does something stupid. Sadly, I must thank Taylor for showing me the movie Heather. I must thank Taylor for another thing. All the quotes from bands she signs her journals with. It makes me laugh cause she puts a new one there each time and she has no idea what they mean or anything. She could be supporting some racist vention and not even care!..just so it's by A Static Lullaby..it's cool.
My mom made me get a friggen hair cut. How lame. I swear to god she never listens to me or anything. She claims i'm not groomed...That's just weird. I try to tell her I don't want to look like every boy in the fucking school...I want different hair...different clothes. She doesn't care..She takes no interest in what I like. She doesn't know what T-shirts are my sisters and which ones are mine. STILL...and she seems them all the time...I don't get it. Oh, well. I'm outta hur.
This one's for Taylor
"Alone is all we are. Even when we feel this close"- Thursday
Mood: Fagged
Music: Between the buried and me is loading :evil:
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| 11.30.03 (12:36 am) [edit] |
Ok, so I decided Aqua Teen Hunger Force and hardcore music keep me together. That and milk.
Ahem..now to get to the subject of the entry. I was in Meijers a few days ago and some dudes wearing dead Kennedy's shirts and leather jackets come up to me in the check out line while I was buying Atreyus CD. They were like "Aren't you in the band The Anonymity?" (They even pronounced it right...I was impressed) And I told them I was and they said they were wondering what happened to us and why we haven't played a show in a really long time. I told the whole story about our bass player being queer with our guitar player and how we sort of just broke up. They said they have been looking for our names on fliers and stuff. They said we were really good at the show we played at in montague....I didn't think we played a show at montague... I remember we were supposed to play at the boom boom room, but we got there too late. But they said we played with Hopes For August, who is really good and yeah,...that was one of our best shows. We did a really good job there. We played at the Harbor twice and it was just a bunch of crap the second time. It was really lame.
So, I definitely felt like a rock star. NEVER seen those kids in my life and they come up to me and compliment me on being kick ass. Even though they thought I was the singer...It really doesn't matter. Me and Christopher have been writing new stuff though and it is sounding pretty good. We are waiting for Jared to get here and we will teach Shane the basics so he can create bass parts. It should be exciting.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I wrote this at 2 o'clock in the morning cause I'm fucking sweet.
Mood: bitchin
Music: Cursive :evil:
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| 11.28.03 (10:17 pm) [edit] |
Things I AM thankful for:
"I care about two things. My drums..and you." -Watts [i]'Some Kind Of Wonderful'[/i]
Mood: Unthankful
Music: Hopesfall
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