in other news

last night was a lot of fun, and i should go to punk/metal shows more often, especially if there are going to be more girl frontmen of death metal bands.
whaaat??

and can i just say

that it was a huge mistake downloading every episode of are you afraid of the dark ever??

because i mean, really. some of these are just terrible.

dyke walk

So I walk exactly like Meg Ryan, or at least, how I've seen her walk in the movies she's in with Tom Hanks. She walks super dorky.

BY THE WAY

I saw a movie in 3-D glasses for the first time that wasn't at Disneyland or Universal Studios, but at an actual theater! It was Monsters vs. Aliens, which was a generally boring movie, but the 3-D made it super intense. I almost couldn't handle it at first, but then it seemed natural.
This has heightened my desire to see Half Blood Prince in 3-D, and, hopefully, I-MAX, when it comes out. As you can see, we've got about three months left to wait. Think you can? I KNOW I CAN'T!

Also, I'm listening to some old Bright Eyes right now, and I'm wondering how Conor Oberst used to get away with that shit. It's thanks to all the people like me, who, at ages 15-17, was definitely obsessed. And then I went to see him in Berkley after drinking some red spacebag, and he played a bunch of crappy songs from his soon-to-be-released album, I'm Wide Awake It's Morning. I mean, he played all the ones I skip now. It's not like anyone had ever heard any of those songs before, and we want at least a few songs we recognize. He did play June on the West Coast and Waste of Paint, which are great, but pretty random choices that I guess a lot of people there wouldn't have known. Obnoxious tangent. Anyways, now I can handle the overly manic depressive suicidal crap for nostalgic purposes, but if he was still making music like that, I doubt he would be taken seriously. He could go play at Warped Tour maybe.

BOYFRIEND UPDATE

Jesse has won me two stuffed animals, TWO that's right, so far!
=D is the emoticon closest to what I feel, but there aren't really enough sufficient options.

UPDATE

I am
...feeling tired every afternoon when I wake up.
...continuing to have dreams about California.
...wondering why people can't just say what they mean.
...wishing everyone was a little more patient.
...watching Even Stevens.
...walking on eggshells.

indestructable

In other news, why am I drinking caffeinated soda at three o clock in the morning??
Perhaps Ken can explain a few things about how machines don't need to sleep.

my apologies

I've been writing again lately but I don't think I can post any of it. Every time I post anything, I read it later and realize I'm being a little too open with you people, you people who don't even appreciate let alone know what I'm talking about.

Yesterday, however, Jesse and I wrote some Madlibs, and I think it's going to be a great career path. Better than being a journalist, or a computer technician.

Some other things:
1) Music has failed. I think I'm straight off that shit for a while, nothing I do make or sing is sounding good to me anymore. My guitar is a mess anyway. And in these hard times, my family could really use the firewood.
2) I am going back to school sometime soon, hopefully March, I'm praying anyway. So I'm thinking some plaid jumpers, knee-high socks, and patent leather Mary Jane's are in order. I also could use a leather belt to tie my books together.
3) My prayers have been coming true, by the way! To all you naysayers.
4) Speaking of answered prayers, I'm getting unemployment money after my b-word boss tried to appeal it, which is awesome, because I need to buy textbooks and three ringed binders and highlighters and shit. And some new back to school clothes!!111
5) Honestly I'm trying really hard to keep a cultured blog, but I'm way too self-absorbed.

Life with Noah

You thought I was done, but I definitely wasn't. I can't explain why I find this so interesting. I think it just baffles me to understand that people like Noah are actually out there, carrying on their lives without me.

This guy:

a fifteen year old named Jordan, starts calling Noah pathetic and tell him to leave LiLo alone etc. This sets Noah off on a philosophical rampage.
"People lke you are all fooled by Obama," he starts, "all prim and proper, nice and cute attitude, just like how a girl is supposed to act. Trust me man, that ain't real life!"
He continues, "Real life people don't supposed to get offended when someone calls them a name, or a joke, or a poke, or whatever." He signs heavily. "Nah, real life people are supposed to tell each other to fuck off and die! And they both give each other a hug because they trust each other SO MUCH they know that it's just a sign of affection!" He begins to grow angry again. "But people like YOU," he seethes. "You see a word like slut, ho, or something, and you get all irrational, saying I should act all nice and polite like Obama, that THAT is the example I should take, that I shouldn't slang and all my messages should be typed super perfect, too. Because I should question elite, preppy, ivy league mentality, I should want to BE one of those snobbish boys and act astute and calm and all that, and always go with the status quo." Finally, Noah is through with explaining. He tried to clarify a few things, but he was having trouble remaining calm. "GO FUCK YOSELF YOU BRAINWASHED MAGGOT FOR BRAIN SCUMBAGS TOO LAZY TO PICK UP A BOOK ON POLITICAL SCIENCE EVEN ONCE IN YO LIFE YET FEEL IT APPROPRIATE TO GIVE ME ADVICE! FUCK YOU AND YOUR STATUS QUO! I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU AND YOUR ESTABLISHMENT! I AM RAW, AND I WILL EAT YOUR EAR! YOU DON'T KNOW ME AND YOU NEVER WILL!!!!"

lol that's Noah.

Remember that Black Sheep rhyme? Someone responded, "Listening to your poetry explains why your music blows!" Music you can find here!

thanks

No one has been leaving me any comments.
Thanks a lot guys.

In other news, I feel strange because I haven't posted a blog entry about my favorite fictional character ever created.



That's some Sgt. Doakes for you.

Anyways, this is what has been on my mind lately. Episodes of Dexter. That's about all I'm willing disclose on the subject, but just so everyone knows.


By the way, I was exploring Tru TV'S Crime Library, and there's some really messed up stuff on there. Such as this:


An eleven year old from Sarasota was abducted, and it was caught on tape.
I don't know. This kind of shit is just really uncool.

Some creepy things to say

It's really cute to think of you in bed sleeping right now and I am bummed to be here for the most part. I like the way your thumbs feel on top of my wrists and how I can hardly catch my breath sometimes.




And I like it when the roads are wet and the street lights bend as they reflect and althought it's late, it hasn't stopped raining yet.

a big problem

I only had one thing on my mind today, and it wasn't roasted macadamia chicken breast.
And I'm not sure how to interpret that feeling of missing, or wanting. I just feel so much better knowing that I am home now because that makes me closer. But if I don't get to tonight, I won't get to tomorrow, and for once, that actually bothers me.
This all proves that my indecisiveness has gone past a normal point and has reached a level of insanity. I am left with no other conclusion than that I am schizophrenic or just terribly confused beyond most reconciliation available to me.
And parts of me are glad that I feel this way, but the reason it is a big problem is because I'm afraid I won't feel this way anymore in short period of time.
So I think it's best that I keep my mouth shut, but we all have learned by now how terrible I am at that.

Nudity

Well, last night, I had a pretty symbolic dream for the most part. It was "one of those". I was in bed with someone, who will remain unnamed, and was TOTALLY naked. He was naked, too, thank God, or that would've been embarrassing for me. I mean, there was nothing sexual about it or anything, so don't think I'm about to divulge in fantasy here. I guess nudity is really just a form of vunerability, especially for me. And it was kind of a scary dream. Anyways, he was just like, "Hai, it's so nice that you're naked with me, you're so beautiful!" And I was super scared but still somewhat down to be naked. And something about the dream was so sweet and cute, but at the same time, I was pretty unsure of the whole thing.
See, pretty symbolic, right?
Lol, why bother...
In other news, I'd really like to buy some weed right now, but one of the terms of my unemployment is that I don't make any money. Therefore, it's not really in the cards for me to have any personal habits. It's all for the best. But sometimes it's not even about the money. I mean, cigarettes are pretty much not doing it for me these days. I've been smoking, like, one a day, except for the one and a half yesterday. That's right. I couldn't even finish a full one. I have two left in this pack, and I don't think I'm going to buy another one. Because really, I can feel it just sucking the vitamin C RIGHT out of my bones. So wish me luck.
Anyways, I just got off the phone with Jesse and am going to start preparing myself for another adventure.
And I feel like I should say something about something, but then that's just me putting unnecessary actions on blast.
So until tonight...

AND BY THE WAY
I have no idea what I'm talking about in the last post, so thanks for your patience.

I lied

It was menstrual cramps.

In other news, I could watch the Half Blood Prince trailer for the rest of my life.
That is, for the rest of my life until the movie comes out. Because then, I mean, I could just watch the movie, and the trailer would be a little redundant.

Oh balm uh

Is it true that Obama nominated Hilary Clinton as secretary of the state? I mean, I'm sure I could look it up somewhere, but I'm too lazy. I'd rather just ask my myspace friends, much more reliable than CNN. If so, that's very exciting news!
In other Obama discussion, he is doing a good job, rolling up them crispy white sleeves and getting his hands dirty, way to be president elect YOU'RE SO HANDSOME omg. The news has reached a new level of sexiness because his face is everywhere, and I'm liking it!

Also, I really love CSI, I just wish they didn't talk about pubic hair so damn much. I also wish I didn't sympathize with some of the homicidal maniacs out there.

Florida weather

By the way, I thought you all should know that at two o clock in the morning, it was thirty degrees outside.
FAHRENHEIT.
Apparently, tropical environments do have other seasons. I am happy about this.
SO LEAVE YOUR STEREOTYPES AT THE DOOR PEOPLE. NO ONE HERE IS AS TAN AS WE'VE IMAGINED.
except for the naturally tan and olive-skinned variety.
see harlan and my sister.