"What? Water-snake? Overpowered."
"Turtles incest does not results in two-headed turtles."
"You know that saying 'Man cannot live on bread alone'? Well, if that bread is pizza crust, he sure as hell can!"
"Iz in ur riverz, eatin' ur fish!"
"The king penguins are on the beach fishing, but they're walking right into an ambush."
"Oh noz!"
"What the fuck? Is that penguin fighting a seal? What, is it gonna win?"
"They do have razor sharp fins, apparently."
Voice-over: "Safe."
"What? Safe? What the hell?"
"No! I'm hungry! Tell them, "Bitches, I'm hungry!" and sign off!"
"I'm bleeding with excitement. My blood turns into liquid excitement."
"From your heart? Your eyes? Either way it's kind of emo."
"From my wrists."
"Even worse. Now I'll have to assassinate you."
"I welcome that day with open, bleeding arms."
"...Man, now I really have to kill you."
16 December 2007
13 November 2007
You know? You know.
"Yeah, I have enough self-esteem issues. Carrots aside."
"Douglas, answer me this: does or does not the booty go smack?"
And for the more artistically inclined, some shitty poetry:
If you compiled every word you've ever said,
you wouldn't have enough to make a paragraph.
All your attention-seeking self-pity
Isn't even enough to make me laugh.
I can't turn the noise up loud enough to drown you out
Your presence makes me want to tear my hair out.
There aren't enough words in the language
to describe my disgust for you.
So I won't say a word.
On my tongue I'll chew.
Third time's the charm
Third time, raise the alarm.
Darling, I bet you're hard to get over.
I might be a long shot,
But, baby, you're a bet I'm willing to make.
No matter how many clichés I use
There won't be descriptions for you.
You ever have one of those days where you're listening to your favourite song and you realise the words don't make any sense at all? I've been having one of those weeks. You ever have one of those days it seems like something is trying to tell you someone? I've been having one of those lives.
"Douglas, answer me this: does or does not the booty go smack?"
And for the more artistically inclined, some shitty poetry:
If you compiled every word you've ever said,
you wouldn't have enough to make a paragraph.
All your attention-seeking self-pity
Isn't even enough to make me laugh.
I can't turn the noise up loud enough to drown you out
Your presence makes me want to tear my hair out.
There aren't enough words in the language
to describe my disgust for you.
So I won't say a word.
On my tongue I'll chew.
Third time's the charm
Third time, raise the alarm.
Darling, I bet you're hard to get over.
I might be a long shot,
But, baby, you're a bet I'm willing to make.
No matter how many clichés I use
There won't be descriptions for you.
You ever have one of those days where you're listening to your favourite song and you realise the words don't make any sense at all? I've been having one of those weeks. You ever have one of those days it seems like something is trying to tell you someone? I've been having one of those lives.
26 October 2007
Minor Advisory: Adult Content
Two quotes today from my English teacher and my mother, respectively.
"The three C's of succeeding in college. Class: go to it. You'll have enough time to do whatever without skipping. Cocaine: don't do it. You may think you're stronger, but you won't ever win. Ever. And third, Condoms: use them all the time. Even if you're, like, sitting on the couch in your dorm and look over and , oh!, there's a penis! Use a condom."
"I knew teachers and students who did cocaine in college, and I don't know why. If you're going to do drugs, do a good one. If you're not going to have a mind-altering experience, what's the point?"
"The three C's of succeeding in college. Class: go to it. You'll have enough time to do whatever without skipping. Cocaine: don't do it. You may think you're stronger, but you won't ever win. Ever. And third, Condoms: use them all the time. Even if you're, like, sitting on the couch in your dorm and look over and , oh!, there's a penis! Use a condom."
"I knew teachers and students who did cocaine in college, and I don't know why. If you're going to do drugs, do a good one. If you're not going to have a mind-altering experience, what's the point?"
11 October 2007
No news is good news. It's all ever bad.
"Score? I found some but I think it's crappy stuff. My good stuff's downstairs somewhere. Hah! that sounds like I'm talking about drugs."
"Lip shizzle is the new smack."
"iPod no boom-boom! Me Tarzan! You... Apple genius!"
"Dude, I'm the Guy Ripley of subject changes."
"Psh, whatever, man. Perfectionists make better lovers. Like bassists."
~
How convenient that nobody reads this anyway. I can spill secrets the likes of which no one has ever heard! Or not. But I do have something, for once.
I went to the doctor last week, skipping out on leading freshmen on a lame day of stuff that they won't remember anyway, to ask the nice lady about these dizzy spells and other annoying symptoms I've been getting. So she takes my blood pressure and says, "Wow. You definitely have low blood pressure." Reassuring.
Besides the possibility of anemia (which is likely), she mentioned the words "polycystic ovary disease". What the hell is that, I wondered. Apparently polycystic ovary disease is a genetic disorder that affects a woman's hormones, heart, blood vessels, ability to have children, and insulin levels.
As the doc's listing off symptoms, I'm sitting on the patient's bench, trying to remember my family history. Heart problems: check. High cholesterol: check. Diabetes: check. Tendency to be overweight: check. Difficulty getting pregnant: check, though I'm not exactly worried about that right now.
Diagnosis: Oh shit, I'm fucked.
So I went into the lab (twice, stupid unaccompanied minors policy) and got blood drawn for tests. I hate needles. Bleeding, I can deal with. Just not when it's going into a plastic bag or test tube. I fucking hate needles. Despite my paranoia and hypochondria, I don't think I can handle having to tell people I have an incurable disease that's more prevalent than breast cancer. I still haven't the results yet, so I'm nervous as hell.
And life was going so nicely too.
"Lip shizzle is the new smack."
"iPod no boom-boom! Me Tarzan! You... Apple genius!"
"Dude, I'm the Guy Ripley of subject changes."
"Psh, whatever, man. Perfectionists make better lovers. Like bassists."
~
How convenient that nobody reads this anyway. I can spill secrets the likes of which no one has ever heard! Or not. But I do have something, for once.
I went to the doctor last week, skipping out on leading freshmen on a lame day of stuff that they won't remember anyway, to ask the nice lady about these dizzy spells and other annoying symptoms I've been getting. So she takes my blood pressure and says, "Wow. You definitely have low blood pressure." Reassuring.
Besides the possibility of anemia (which is likely), she mentioned the words "polycystic ovary disease". What the hell is that, I wondered. Apparently polycystic ovary disease is a genetic disorder that affects a woman's hormones, heart, blood vessels, ability to have children, and insulin levels.
As the doc's listing off symptoms, I'm sitting on the patient's bench, trying to remember my family history. Heart problems: check. High cholesterol: check. Diabetes: check. Tendency to be overweight: check. Difficulty getting pregnant: check, though I'm not exactly worried about that right now.
Diagnosis: Oh shit, I'm fucked.
So I went into the lab (twice, stupid unaccompanied minors policy) and got blood drawn for tests. I hate needles. Bleeding, I can deal with. Just not when it's going into a plastic bag or test tube. I fucking hate needles. Despite my paranoia and hypochondria, I don't think I can handle having to tell people I have an incurable disease that's more prevalent than breast cancer. I still haven't the results yet, so I'm nervous as hell.
And life was going so nicely too.
06 October 2007
Tearing through smiles like it's going out of style.
"The SATs were easier than Doug after he's had a couple of drinks."
That's for Kylie. I'm livid, so I've really got nothing else to say, except that I am officially readopting my philosophy that people only ever let you down.
That's for Kylie. I'm livid, so I've really got nothing else to say, except that I am officially readopting my philosophy that people only ever let you down.
29 September 2007
The power of teh Intarwebs
This just in:
I started a rumour in another state across the freakin' country. So if you're ever in Maine and hear about a girl in California who's related to Ryan Ross, that's me.
Anyway, I was thinking about starting a blog with a different site address. This one doesn't really suit my purposes anymore. Tell me what you think, if you're out there.
I started a rumour in another state across the freakin' country. So if you're ever in Maine and hear about a girl in California who's related to Ryan Ross, that's me.
Anyway, I was thinking about starting a blog with a different site address. This one doesn't really suit my purposes anymore. Tell me what you think, if you're out there.
09 September 2007
The things you find under rocks
"I'm handing out bonus points like I'm a trained fish!"
"Everyone is entitled to their own hippopotamus."
Strange people.
So I was going through some old songs and short stories and whatnot, and I came across this. While it might not be up the snuff linguistically, I think it's a legitimate representation of the subject matter. [shrug] Or I'm making it up.
He smiles at me from across the room, but the miles between us I cannot traverse. I smile weakly and return to the conversation in which I do not delight, never really listening, just nodding with grunts of acknowledgment.
She looks so miserable over there, but my feet won’t carry through the mob. I smile at her when she looks and she smiles sadly returning to the boredom, never really talking, just nodding with distant gaze of Morpheus.
I see him get up from the corner of my eye and make his way into the beyond. My hope incinerates and floats away on the wisps of smoke and heat of bodies. I sink into the couch and close my eyes.
I mean to save her from the tedium but I chicken out at the first second and go to the kitchen. My courage drowns and gets swept away in the rivers of booze and din of noise. I hoist myself onto the counter and close my eyes.
Does he know my name? [She couldn’t know my name.]
Does she like my looks? [He must think I’m a freak.]
Does he like me? [I love her.]
Does she like me? [I love him.]
Things would never work out between us. I would mess things up like I always do. Should I even bother with him? It’s all a waste of energy and tears.
Things would never work out between us. I would fuck things up like I always do. I can’t help but liking her. She’s everything I want, but I can’t say the words.
Why did I even coming to this frickin’ party? I don’t know anyone here I can talk to, and these people don’t care I’m alive. I should go home and watch a movie, just me and a pint of ice cream. I’m such a loser.
Why did I let them drag me here? I dislike everyone here I’ve seen and I can barely tolerate everyone I’ve talked to. I should go home and beat Zelda again, just me and an empty room. I’m such a loser.
What could he ever see in me? [She thinks I’m just another popular ‘rebel’.]
Why would she ever like me? [He thinks I’m just another wannabe punk.]
Is that her looking at me? [That’s him disappearing.]
Is that him heading out? [That’s her escaping.]
"Everyone is entitled to their own hippopotamus."
Strange people.
So I was going through some old songs and short stories and whatnot, and I came across this. While it might not be up the snuff linguistically, I think it's a legitimate representation of the subject matter. [shrug] Or I'm making it up.
He smiles at me from across the room, but the miles between us I cannot traverse. I smile weakly and return to the conversation in which I do not delight, never really listening, just nodding with grunts of acknowledgment.
She looks so miserable over there, but my feet won’t carry through the mob. I smile at her when she looks and she smiles sadly returning to the boredom, never really talking, just nodding with distant gaze of Morpheus.
I see him get up from the corner of my eye and make his way into the beyond. My hope incinerates and floats away on the wisps of smoke and heat of bodies. I sink into the couch and close my eyes.
I mean to save her from the tedium but I chicken out at the first second and go to the kitchen. My courage drowns and gets swept away in the rivers of booze and din of noise. I hoist myself onto the counter and close my eyes.
Does he know my name? [She couldn’t know my name.]
Does she like my looks? [He must think I’m a freak.]
Does he like me? [I love her.]
Does she like me? [I love him.]
Things would never work out between us. I would mess things up like I always do. Should I even bother with him? It’s all a waste of energy and tears.
Things would never work out between us. I would fuck things up like I always do. I can’t help but liking her. She’s everything I want, but I can’t say the words.
Why did I even coming to this frickin’ party? I don’t know anyone here I can talk to, and these people don’t care I’m alive. I should go home and watch a movie, just me and a pint of ice cream. I’m such a loser.
Why did I let them drag me here? I dislike everyone here I’ve seen and I can barely tolerate everyone I’ve talked to. I should go home and beat Zelda again, just me and an empty room. I’m such a loser.
What could he ever see in me? [She thinks I’m just another popular ‘rebel’.]
Why would she ever like me? [He thinks I’m just another wannabe punk.]
Is that her looking at me? [That’s him disappearing.]
Is that him heading out? [That’s her escaping.]
14 August 2007
I'm completely alone at a table of friends. I feel nothing for them.
Title Source: Bright Eyes "Hit The Switch"
A little blerb from something I've been trying to write:
Strike while the iron is hot
But your heart is so stone cold
Vicious smile and razor eyes
You make anecdotes out of lies
You're every worn down cliché
Cut deep down to the bone
Each with a new cunning twist
Of sheets, you get my drift
Every configuration is a new sensation
A brand new fable to spill
Your conflagration breeds my accusation
Sell you out, you know I will
Kind of shit, yeah? Oh well. Updating, just for Kylie, because she's been asking for it. Note: I hate school.
"Dude... For a second, I thought my pants had pockets."
"I made 900 dollars yesterday. SENSE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT!"
"Jesus Christ. I only got whistled at."
"...Not like that."
"I know the truth. You're a prostitute... An expensive one."
"Oh golly gee, ya got me."
"And as your pimp, I demand my cut."
"AHAHAHA no."
"My cut isn't money, babe."
"I don't even know how to begin pronouncing your name."
"It's Welsh. I'm not surprised."
"We dated?"
"We did."
"I missed this."
"Don't worry. So did I. It was news to me when I found out."
"Wait... you're really tall, aren't you? Like seven foot twenty?"
"I am not short! I am above average height for a woman! Thank you very much."
"You're 5'6"?"
"No, 5'5. Average height is 5'3."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Shit, I'm tall."
[sarcastic laughter] "Oh, you're funny."
"I know. I make goths laugh."
"There is no boy. I've been calling out to my soul mate. He's not answering. Typical men."
"Is that like 'there is no spoon'?"
A little blerb from something I've been trying to write:
Strike while the iron is hot
But your heart is so stone cold
Vicious smile and razor eyes
You make anecdotes out of lies
You're every worn down cliché
Cut deep down to the bone
Each with a new cunning twist
Of sheets, you get my drift
Every configuration is a new sensation
A brand new fable to spill
Your conflagration breeds my accusation
Sell you out, you know I will
Kind of shit, yeah? Oh well. Updating, just for Kylie, because she's been asking for it. Note: I hate school.
"Dude... For a second, I thought my pants had pockets."
"I made 900 dollars yesterday. SENSE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT!"
"Jesus Christ. I only got whistled at."
"...Not like that."
"I know the truth. You're a prostitute... An expensive one."
"Oh golly gee, ya got me."
"And as your pimp, I demand my cut."
"AHAHAHA no."
"My cut isn't money, babe."
"I don't even know how to begin pronouncing your name."
"It's Welsh. I'm not surprised."
"We dated?"
"We did."
"I missed this."
"Don't worry. So did I. It was news to me when I found out."
"Wait... you're really tall, aren't you? Like seven foot twenty?"
"I am not short! I am above average height for a woman! Thank you very much."
"You're 5'6"?"
"No, 5'5. Average height is 5'3."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Shit, I'm tall."
[sarcastic laughter] "Oh, you're funny."
"I know. I make goths laugh."
"There is no boy. I've been calling out to my soul mate. He's not answering. Typical men."
"Is that like 'there is no spoon'?"
09 August 2007
The Typical Bored Blog Entry
This isn't LiveJournal. I'm not going to bitch about my problems.
"I think this shirt is too tight... and low-cut."
"You Russian whore!"
Every She Wants Revenge song, in description by my brother: "~I'm gonna rape you... on the bus~!"
"A lot of people at cons call you by what you're cosplaying."
"Well then, maybe I should go to cons. Or I should be a rockstar."
"Dude, totally."
"I plan on attempting it. Only that's on the hush-hush, so."
"Rockin'."
"Literally."
"One might say that homework is good for you in moderation."
"And said people should be smacked over the head. If they're our age. If their adults, you smile politely and then roll your eyes when no one's looking."
"I think this shirt is too tight... and low-cut."
"You Russian whore!"
Every She Wants Revenge song, in description by my brother: "~I'm gonna rape you... on the bus~!"
"A lot of people at cons call you by what you're cosplaying."
"Well then, maybe I should go to cons. Or I should be a rockstar."
"Dude, totally."
"I plan on attempting it. Only that's on the hush-hush, so."
"Rockin'."
"Literally."
"One might say that homework is good for you in moderation."
"And said people should be smacked over the head. If they're our age. If their adults, you smile politely and then roll your eyes when no one's looking."
| You Are 80% Indie |
 You're a very indie person, and admit it, you look down a little on people who strive to be normal. You'll indulge in a little mainstream pop culture every now and then. But for you, anything not indie is a guilty pleasure! |
| You Are 67% Perfectionist |
 You are a true perfectionist. You are both demanding of yourself and others. While it's great to have goals and standards, they don't need to be sky high! |
01 August 2007
24 July 2007
Fine time to fake a seizure.
I'm close to personally disliking JK Rowling. For the all-important reason that she succeeding in killing an overwhelming majority of my favourite characters. The bird's death was ridiculous, and killing Fred was just unnecessary. Don't get me started on Tonks and Lupin; I'm still irked about Sirius.
[wince] I'm not a nerd, I swear.
Are there any good shows coming up soon? I need to squeeze in a couple for summer's end.
Alkaline Trio: "Nose Over Tail"
"I'm bored."
"I'm sexy, but you don't see me complaining."
"...You are? When did this happen?"
"By the way, why would you complain if you were sexy? Your logic is deeply flawed."
"Because sometimes being sexy has its downfalls. Girls chasing me, you know."
"...No. I have no idea."
"tch."
"It's not my fault I'm not a chick-magnet."
"What can I say? I'm a literary whore."
"Evil spawn, for teh win."
"I'm so hungie."
"Go eat, n00b."
"There's no food, boob."
"Don't use my anatomy against me!"
"His house is so hot."
"His? HIS? WHOSE HOUSE ARE YOU AT? HOT SEX?!"
"This house, I meant."
"I loved that typo."
"I loved how you instantly leapt to hot sex."
"I think I need to do laundry. My clothes smell like perfume... and boy."
"Mmm. Boy smell is usually a good thing."
"Yes, but I don't know why my clothes smell like boy. Which is a tad disconcerting."
"A cross dresser loves your style and steals your clothes?"
"Possibly, but how has he gotten into my house?"
"Teleportation. Duhhh."
"Listening to Bob Dylan is so much better than the people I know."
"'I hope I get mythology!' Yeah, I hope you shut the hell up, but we don't always get what we want."
"This is why I hang out with my brothers' friends: they're older, cuter, smarter, make better conversation, and don't argue about the stupidest shit every time we hang out."
"Important part of that: cuter."
"So I've been thinking, for several years actually, about carrying around a notebook and saying that I've joined a special order of Tibetan nuns and have taken a vow of silence."
"Tibet doesn't have nuns. They don't practise christianity. They have monks."
"They don't know that."
[phone rings] My sister in the next room: "Jeezy!"
"...Did she just say 'jeezy'?"
"Fine, be a sour puss."
"Alright, I fucking will."
"No need to cuss, man. Brianna dislikes cussing."
"My condolences to Brianna."
"She's not smart, stop using big words."
"Okay, I'm sorry I swear like a fucking angry dude."
"'How do you say that word?' Con dole en says. 'What the frig does that mean?!'"
[wince] I'm not a nerd, I swear.
Are there any good shows coming up soon? I need to squeeze in a couple for summer's end.
Alkaline Trio: "Nose Over Tail"
"I'm bored."
"I'm sexy, but you don't see me complaining."
"...You are? When did this happen?"
"By the way, why would you complain if you were sexy? Your logic is deeply flawed."
"Because sometimes being sexy has its downfalls. Girls chasing me, you know."
"...No. I have no idea."
"tch."
"It's not my fault I'm not a chick-magnet."
"What can I say? I'm a literary whore."
"Evil spawn, for teh win."
"I'm so hungie."
"Go eat, n00b."
"There's no food, boob."
"Don't use my anatomy against me!"
"His house is so hot."
"His? HIS? WHOSE HOUSE ARE YOU AT? HOT SEX?!"
"This house, I meant."
"I loved that typo."
"I loved how you instantly leapt to hot sex."
"I think I need to do laundry. My clothes smell like perfume... and boy."
"Mmm. Boy smell is usually a good thing."
"Yes, but I don't know why my clothes smell like boy. Which is a tad disconcerting."
"A cross dresser loves your style and steals your clothes?"
"Possibly, but how has he gotten into my house?"
"Teleportation. Duhhh."
"Listening to Bob Dylan is so much better than the people I know."
"'I hope I get mythology!' Yeah, I hope you shut the hell up, but we don't always get what we want."
"This is why I hang out with my brothers' friends: they're older, cuter, smarter, make better conversation, and don't argue about the stupidest shit every time we hang out."
"Important part of that: cuter."
"So I've been thinking, for several years actually, about carrying around a notebook and saying that I've joined a special order of Tibetan nuns and have taken a vow of silence."
"Tibet doesn't have nuns. They don't practise christianity. They have monks."
"They don't know that."
[phone rings] My sister in the next room: "Jeezy!"
"...Did she just say 'jeezy'?"
"Fine, be a sour puss."
"Alright, I fucking will."
"No need to cuss, man. Brianna dislikes cussing."
"My condolences to Brianna."
"She's not smart, stop using big words."
"Okay, I'm sorry I swear like a fucking angry dude."
"'How do you say that word?' Con dole en says. 'What the frig does that mean?!'"
20 July 2007
An unreviewed life is not worth living.
Okay, so I'm tweaking the actual proverb a bit, but I doubt anyone would know that. I decided to do at the very least one person a favour and write unofficial reviews for two things, one main-stream media and the other media probably no one's ever heard of: "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" and "Ethan Frome".
Anyone who's been to a movie with me will tell you that I have this weird disorder that hinders me from making comments (usually at the expense of the actors, crew, directors, and anyone involved with the project) through the whole thing. And a lot have probably heard my various rants of my poor opinion of the Harry Potter movies. (No shit the books are better.) But for once I had very little bad to say about this one.
...Except that Harry's the most emo protagonist since Peter Parker and that Sirius didn't get killing-cursed before falling through the Curtain of No Return. Which wasn't even a curtain, by the way. I also got the feeling that they left a huge chunk out of the middle. I don't really remember what happened in that huge middle chunk, but I'm sure it was more interesting than the middle of the movie.
And now, for those friends and acquaintances of mine who are taking AP English their upcoming senior year, "Ethan Frome" is probably one of the more long-winded, redundant, and dull books I've ever had to read. The first chapter is the worse, so you might as well just skip it.
Aside from that, it's not that bad. It just goes on forever. Edith Wharton should have done herself and the entire English-speaking world a favour and made it a short story. With my powers of approximation, I decided that the book could be perfectly condensed to one-tenth its size. Yes, for every TEN pages in the 180-page book, only ONE of text actually tells the story. I'm not one for Sparknotes, but I wouldn't blame you for this one.
Conclusively, I should say that I would recommend the fifth Harry Potter movie and pity the souls of those who have to read Ethan Frome. Sad way to waste two and a half hours.
Chances are I'm doing another one of these reviews, or adding to this one, tomorrow or Sunday, as I will have finished the final Rowling installment by then. Damn you, Ian, for reading it online before I could.
Anyone who's been to a movie with me will tell you that I have this weird disorder that hinders me from making comments (usually at the expense of the actors, crew, directors, and anyone involved with the project) through the whole thing. And a lot have probably heard my various rants of my poor opinion of the Harry Potter movies. (No shit the books are better.) But for once I had very little bad to say about this one.
...Except that Harry's the most emo protagonist since Peter Parker and that Sirius didn't get killing-cursed before falling through the Curtain of No Return. Which wasn't even a curtain, by the way. I also got the feeling that they left a huge chunk out of the middle. I don't really remember what happened in that huge middle chunk, but I'm sure it was more interesting than the middle of the movie.
And now, for those friends and acquaintances of mine who are taking AP English their upcoming senior year, "Ethan Frome" is probably one of the more long-winded, redundant, and dull books I've ever had to read. The first chapter is the worse, so you might as well just skip it.
Aside from that, it's not that bad. It just goes on forever. Edith Wharton should have done herself and the entire English-speaking world a favour and made it a short story. With my powers of approximation, I decided that the book could be perfectly condensed to one-tenth its size. Yes, for every TEN pages in the 180-page book, only ONE of text actually tells the story. I'm not one for Sparknotes, but I wouldn't blame you for this one.
Conclusively, I should say that I would recommend the fifth Harry Potter movie and pity the souls of those who have to read Ethan Frome. Sad way to waste two and a half hours.
Chances are I'm doing another one of these reviews, or adding to this one, tomorrow or Sunday, as I will have finished the final Rowling installment by then. Damn you, Ian, for reading it online before I could.
06 July 2007
I'm a statue baby, Knock me out
Hey, it's technically Friday. But the evening was a vast improvement over the actual Fourth of July. Fireworks in the pool: fantastic. Especially when that one fell over and melted a hole through the plastic tub (aka the boat). But I smell like beach (but not in a bad way), and my hair's all... sexy. And of course, this is all after everyone has left. Thusly, it is further proven that I am only attractive when no one's around. And after shows, but that doesn't count. Everything is sexy after a show.
Title Source: "Paralyzed" by The Used. Because all the best music I've been listening to recently is entirely instrumental.
"Damn it! I smell like raspbitch!"
"I hope that you are a disaster. I'm sorry, but I do. I hope that you are thunder and lightning. I hope you are a forest fire, I hope you kill the dead wood and burn off the rotting leaves. With the canopy gone, the sun can get in. You need new growth. I hope you're terrible and broken and perfect."
"You liiiiiiiiiike hiiiiiim!!!"
"Ader. Uh der? Uh duh? Yes, I like the bastard!"
"Good for you. This explains the alcohol."
"Sounds like a plan. Except for the eloping. Can we leave that out?"
[my dad and I watching Gene Simmons Family Jewels]
"...I know a guy who has a tongue as long as Gene Simmons. It's kind of weird."
"Stay away from him."
"I think I should stop eating these Cheerios. The lack of milk is making me swear like Larissa."
"It's funny how Pete looks fat next to Billiam. Seriously."
"Dude, Kate Moss would look fat next to Beckett."
"Should I bring anything tomorrow?"
"A smile."
"And pants."
"Yes...pants."
"And make Jon take a shower. And wear pants."
[sigh] "Everybody's mother."
"Hates us? Yes. Because we're the girls their sons fantasize over. And we're the girls that give their daughters a run for their money, and we're the girls... that give the rest of the world... something to wonder about. More power to us!"
"Or... my whoringness works."
"I know! Whoring me out like some literary callgirl!"
Title Source: "Paralyzed" by The Used. Because all the best music I've been listening to recently is entirely instrumental.
"Damn it! I smell like raspbitch!"
"I hope that you are a disaster. I'm sorry, but I do. I hope that you are thunder and lightning. I hope you are a forest fire, I hope you kill the dead wood and burn off the rotting leaves. With the canopy gone, the sun can get in. You need new growth. I hope you're terrible and broken and perfect."
"You liiiiiiiiiike hiiiiiim!!!"
"Ader. Uh der? Uh duh? Yes, I like the bastard!"
"Good for you. This explains the alcohol."
"Sounds like a plan. Except for the eloping. Can we leave that out?"
[my dad and I watching Gene Simmons Family Jewels]
"...I know a guy who has a tongue as long as Gene Simmons. It's kind of weird."
"Stay away from him."
"I think I should stop eating these Cheerios. The lack of milk is making me swear like Larissa."
"It's funny how Pete looks fat next to Billiam. Seriously."
"Dude, Kate Moss would look fat next to Beckett."
"Should I bring anything tomorrow?"
"A smile."
"And pants."
"Yes...pants."
"And make Jon take a shower. And wear pants."
[sigh] "Everybody's mother."
"Hates us? Yes. Because we're the girls their sons fantasize over. And we're the girls that give their daughters a run for their money, and we're the girls... that give the rest of the world... something to wonder about. More power to us!"
"Or... my whoringness works."
"I know! Whoring me out like some literary callgirl!"
29 June 2007
I'm smitten, but not stupid. I can read it all over your face.
After a long week of doing pretty much nothing at the hospital-yesterday was literally nothing- I have decided to add an entry. Is anyone actually doing anything cool this summer? All I've heard is Immersion this and "I have a job" that. Pshaw. Who wants an actual job... well, I do, but that's beside the point.
Probably going to head up Aaron Brothers later and grab some supplies. I've been drawing a lot recently and need some better pens. Maybe Borders as well? We shall see.
Title Source: Alkaline Trio. Some song off "Remains" though I can't remember which.
"It is always those who stand apart that are the first to be found. Or the first to be lost."
"But perhaps the real tragedy is that modern history does not have his ilk.There is no Guy Fawkes. There is no Thomas Jefferson. There is no John Locke. There is no Voltaire. Perhaps that is the one true tragedy of our generation. For surely, this last century shall be judged, and judged severely."
"I CONTINUE! AND DEFY THE LIMITS!" [evil laughter]
"..." [glare] "I love you too much for my own dignity."
"Writing something?"
"Nope. Making myself blind with more webcomics and more crazy with sexy rock music."
"What's that? Crunchy things? I want crunchy things!"
[groan] "My body hurts."
"..."
"Shush. You know yo were thinking something dirty."
"...Well, I am NOW."
"And Anakin is a horny asshole."
"Pretty much. He was freaking nine when they met! How sick is that! Thus proving George Lucas a pedophile"
"Anakin is really really really trying so hard."
"That's because he's a wuss."
"Well he becomes darth vader so. I have to say, not exactly wuss material. Just really really randy."
"No, man. Anakin's just an emo kid that turns into a metal head: all sad because of some chick and then he gets his limbs cut off and is pissed off at the world about it."
Probably going to head up Aaron Brothers later and grab some supplies. I've been drawing a lot recently and need some better pens. Maybe Borders as well? We shall see.
Title Source: Alkaline Trio. Some song off "Remains" though I can't remember which.
"It is always those who stand apart that are the first to be found. Or the first to be lost."
"But perhaps the real tragedy is that modern history does not have his ilk.There is no Guy Fawkes. There is no Thomas Jefferson. There is no John Locke. There is no Voltaire. Perhaps that is the one true tragedy of our generation. For surely, this last century shall be judged, and judged severely."
"I CONTINUE! AND DEFY THE LIMITS!" [evil laughter]
"..." [glare] "I love you too much for my own dignity."
"Writing something?"
"Nope. Making myself blind with more webcomics and more crazy with sexy rock music."
"What's that? Crunchy things? I want crunchy things!"
[groan] "My body hurts."
"..."
"Shush. You know yo were thinking something dirty."
"...Well, I am NOW."
"And Anakin is a horny asshole."
"Pretty much. He was freaking nine when they met! How sick is that! Thus proving George Lucas a pedophile"
"Anakin is really really really trying so hard."
"That's because he's a wuss."
"Well he becomes darth vader so. I have to say, not exactly wuss material. Just really really randy."
"No, man. Anakin's just an emo kid that turns into a metal head: all sad because of some chick and then he gets his limbs cut off and is pissed off at the world about it."
28 June 2007
A sudden observation
I don't know if any of you (however few there are of you still reading this) listening to 30 Seconds to Mars, or at least know their latest album, but it came up on shuffle just now and since I haven't listened to it in a while, I decided, "Ah, what the hell."
Like I said, I don't know if any of you like the song "The Hunter," but Jesus Christ does Leto sound like a crazy-scary drunk. Screaming "I'M GOING HUNTING! I AM THE HUNTER!" at the top of his lungs... creepy music... I'm convinced they recorded this on a weekend at the cabin in the middle of the woods, and all of them got drunk and/or stoned.
I'd look down on them for it, except that a lot of good old music was made that way.
Like I said, I don't know if any of you like the song "The Hunter," but Jesus Christ does Leto sound like a crazy-scary drunk. Screaming "I'M GOING HUNTING! I AM THE HUNTER!" at the top of his lungs... creepy music... I'm convinced they recorded this on a weekend at the cabin in the middle of the woods, and all of them got drunk and/or stoned.
I'd look down on them for it, except that a lot of good old music was made that way.
12 June 2007
Sorry, folks, this ain't SKINEMAX!
Hola. I'm sitting in the nursery at church, posting because I have nothing better to do besides watch old episodes of TAI TV on youtube. Man, I'm so addicted to it now. Kind of sad. Does that make me a bad person, being on the internet laughing at hilarious smokin' hot guys during mass? If it does, oh well. Back to youtube.
Title Source: William Beckett; "TAI TV: Episode 12". Santi!
"I hate to call people that young sluts, so... I predict she will become a girl of questionable morals when she's older."
[dies laughing] "'Girl of questionable morals'!" [laughs harder] "We're talking about the same person, right?"
"Yes. Why?"
"'When she's older'?"
"So a friend of my friend had size F boobs, right? But she can't get them reduced because cartilege grew underneath them to hold them up. That's adaptation at workright there: her boobs were so huge that her body grew itself its own bra."
"...That'd be like nuzzling a shark."
"I bet you are 843278437times more amazing than you."
"You're calling me fat. Now I have to get all emorexic on your ass."
"Elle thinks tongue, Elle thinks Beckett."
Title Source: William Beckett; "TAI TV: Episode 12". Santi!
"I hate to call people that young sluts, so... I predict she will become a girl of questionable morals when she's older."
[dies laughing] "'Girl of questionable morals'!" [laughs harder] "We're talking about the same person, right?"
"Yes. Why?"
"'When she's older'?"
"So a friend of my friend had size F boobs, right? But she can't get them reduced because cartilege grew underneath them to hold them up. That's adaptation at workright there: her boobs were so huge that her body grew itself its own bra."
"...That'd be like nuzzling a shark."
"I bet you are 843278437times more amazing than you."
"You're calling me fat. Now I have to get all emorexic on your ass."
"Elle thinks tongue, Elle thinks Beckett."
08 June 2007
Then Your Heartstrings Unwind
Hey, people. So, some of you may have been wondering about the severe lack and lateness of quotes as of late. Truth is, there haven't been many. So I'm thinking that cutting back is in order. Probably just for the summer, but we'll see.
BFD today, bitches!
Title Source: Some Thursday song. I don't remember which because I woke up with it in my head.
[After Pirates Of The Caribbean 3] "Dude! I want an eyeliner bitch! Make my life soo much better if I had some hot guy following me around fixing my eyeliner all day."
"Well i must say that there are some similarities between concert-going and pirating. They both involve violent boys/men, lots of sweat, and drunken singing."
"Well, you go change into your exciting pants and get PUMPED for this movie!"
"Venus is the new Australia."
"No, Venus is the Russian Australia."
BFD today, bitches!
Title Source: Some Thursday song. I don't remember which because I woke up with it in my head.
[After Pirates Of The Caribbean 3] "Dude! I want an eyeliner bitch! Make my life soo much better if I had some hot guy following me around fixing my eyeliner all day."
"Well i must say that there are some similarities between concert-going and pirating. They both involve violent boys/men, lots of sweat, and drunken singing."
"Well, you go change into your exciting pants and get PUMPED for this movie!"
"Venus is the new Australia."
"No, Venus is the Russian Australia."
02 June 2007
We're not old enough to buy beer, what are we supposed to teach the world?
Offer no explanations, don't take no shit. But I got a bunny!
Title Source: Diary by Chuck Palahniuk. New addiction anyone?
"You're really hungry today."
"Yeah, it's like I'm pregnant or something."
Mr. Evans: "Never listen to me. I'm also unoriginal."
"Mr. Evans, I thought you knew something."
"It's chauvinistic candy!"
"American cheese comes from inbred cows."
"When we can connect Ghost Busters in English class, it's a good day."
"If you wake up in a dumpster, naked, covered in ketchup... you had a good weekend."
"Doug, go live in a leper colony."
"Give the lepers Ebola!"
"Aww, that's just mean."
"You...just...related Swan Lake to Pirates of the Caribbean..."
"That's not masturbation!"
"I'm delicious after concerts."
"His happy trail is like a happy atomic explosion."
"Are you a cow or dead?"
"You don't know what bunnies do in boxes. They could make airplane noises."
"Can I get a what what!"
"Huh?"
"No idea. I thought that's what some guys outside asked my mom, but apparently he was asking for directions."
"How in hell was I supposed to guess a crazy Greek like that?!"
"You weren't. I never told you to guess."
"Oh. Right."
Title Source: Diary by Chuck Palahniuk. New addiction anyone?
"You're really hungry today."
"Yeah, it's like I'm pregnant or something."
Mr. Evans: "Never listen to me. I'm also unoriginal."
"Mr. Evans, I thought you knew something."
"It's chauvinistic candy!"
"American cheese comes from inbred cows."
"When we can connect Ghost Busters in English class, it's a good day."
"If you wake up in a dumpster, naked, covered in ketchup... you had a good weekend."
"Doug, go live in a leper colony."
"Give the lepers Ebola!"
"Aww, that's just mean."
"You...just...related Swan Lake to Pirates of the Caribbean..."
"That's not masturbation!"
"I'm delicious after concerts."
"His happy trail is like a happy atomic explosion."
"Are you a cow or dead?"
"You don't know what bunnies do in boxes. They could make airplane noises."
"Can I get a what what!"
"Huh?"
"No idea. I thought that's what some guys outside asked my mom, but apparently he was asking for directions."
"How in hell was I supposed to guess a crazy Greek like that?!"
"You weren't. I never told you to guess."
"Oh. Right."
07 May 2007
How's the pie? Sooo good...
Yeah, I saw Spider-man 3. All you people who said it was terrible lied. It was hilarious! You can't take it too seriously, you know? But I did enjoy the parts that weren't ridiculously cheesy, and of course the parts that were so bad it was awesome. Like that him dancing down the street and all the women looking at him like, "What the fuck?" FANtastic.
I'm spending so much money this weekend. 28 Weeks Later tonight with Rudraigh, Emily, Cian, and Alex (and possibly others?) and then tomorrow, Exploratorium and Yesterday's News. Crazy.
Title Source: Harry Osburn. Soooo good...
"Go buy me cake."
"With what? My good looks?"
"...I would."
"Humble is for suckers."
"I feel like I'm missing something. What am I missing?"
"Mic?"
"No."
"Swingy metal thingy?"
"No."
"Whirling dervish?"
"There we go!"
"This is what we wear baggy pants for."
"Chuck's not really violent, but he really loves his hummus."
Sumner: "Wait, Dan, spread your legs more."
"You look like macaroni and cheese."
"No, I was going to say more like orange sherbet."
"Don't lick me."
Mr. Evans: "Moral of the story: you are what you eat."
Nick: "I'm not poop."
"My mom's a lazy bitch. I'mma write a poem about it."
[with hand over face] "I'm Spider-man! Q.Q!"
"Emo Spider-man! Q.Q!"
I'm spending so much money this weekend. 28 Weeks Later tonight with Rudraigh, Emily, Cian, and Alex (and possibly others?) and then tomorrow, Exploratorium and Yesterday's News. Crazy.
Title Source: Harry Osburn. Soooo good...
"Go buy me cake."
"With what? My good looks?"
"...I would."
"Humble is for suckers."
"I feel like I'm missing something. What am I missing?"
"Mic?"
"No."
"Swingy metal thingy?"
"No."
"Whirling dervish?"
"There we go!"
"This is what we wear baggy pants for."
"Chuck's not really violent, but he really loves his hummus."
Sumner: "Wait, Dan, spread your legs more."
"You look like macaroni and cheese."
"No, I was going to say more like orange sherbet."
"Don't lick me."
Mr. Evans: "Moral of the story: you are what you eat."
Nick: "I'm not poop."
"My mom's a lazy bitch. I'mma write a poem about it."
[with hand over face] "I'm Spider-man! Q.Q!"
"Emo Spider-man! Q.Q!"
05 May 2007
You're a Monet. No question about it.
I am so DAMN glad the show is over. Now back to my non-life of writing emo poetry, doing my homework early, and all around being a loser.
"I'm at 'work'."
"'Work'?"
"Yep."
"Brothel?"
"Shut up, slut."
"Always assume rape."
"You just chucked a book at your mom!"
"She asked for it."
"It's easier to say 'Ohh... she's a crack addict" than "Ohh... There's a lot of injustice in this town!'"
"So if the baby's a watermelon, and Jason's the vine, what's Nancy?"
Ms. Nickolai: "Nancy's the soil. She got plowed."
"Chuck is like Zeus, in that sometimes he turns you into a cow and has sex with you."
"I don't care if it looks weird. Grab it!"
"Concerts are kind of athletic."
"Very much so."
"Very athletic. Especially if you're with Alex and Danny. Wait. That's kind of gross."
"I love Le-oul. I tried to make FML a marriage ceremony because I love him so much."
And the culmination of my Sound of Music experience:
"I will be the Picasso in the middle of this Renoir."
"I'm at 'work'."
"'Work'?"
"Yep."
"Brothel?"
"Shut up, slut."
"Always assume rape."
"You just chucked a book at your mom!"
"She asked for it."
"It's easier to say 'Ohh... she's a crack addict" than "Ohh... There's a lot of injustice in this town!'"
"So if the baby's a watermelon, and Jason's the vine, what's Nancy?"
Ms. Nickolai: "Nancy's the soil. She got plowed."
"Chuck is like Zeus, in that sometimes he turns you into a cow and has sex with you."
"I don't care if it looks weird. Grab it!"
"Concerts are kind of athletic."
"Very much so."
"Very athletic. Especially if you're with Alex and Danny. Wait. That's kind of gross."
"I love Le-oul. I tried to make FML a marriage ceremony because I love him so much."
And the culmination of my Sound of Music experience:
"I will be the Picasso in the middle of this Renoir."
29 April 2007
A compulsory of dirty words for people just like you.
Yeah, I know. It's not like anyone said anything about it though. Not my problem.
Title Source: "Taste the Red Hands" by Dead Poetic
"You know, suicide, homicide..."
"Fantacide."
"Fantacide?"
"It's my favourite cide."
"Your popping noise does not designate the truth."
"Did you know the size of chickens' earlobes determines the colour of their eggs?"
"...Chickens have ears?!"
"Okay... what does that mean?"
"It's a translated sweet nothing."
"Kathleen, where's your slut--I mean, double?"
"Ooo... political zing!"
"I have SOCKS stuck in my head."
Happy now, Ian?
Title Source: "Taste the Red Hands" by Dead Poetic
"You know, suicide, homicide..."
"Fantacide."
"Fantacide?"
"It's my favourite cide."
"Your popping noise does not designate the truth."
"Did you know the size of chickens' earlobes determines the colour of their eggs?"
"...Chickens have ears?!"
"Okay... what does that mean?"
"It's a translated sweet nothing."
"Kathleen, where's your slut--I mean, double?"
"Ooo... political zing!"
"I have SOCKS stuck in my head."
Happy now, Ian?
14 April 2007
When you're only 23 it's not attractive to complain about your sore back.
Yay concerts! Boo vacation almost being over! Boo rehearsal! Anyway. The Matches > most other things. Last night was so fantastic. Besides a fun car ride down listening to Bob Dylan and Interpol and Fraz, and an amazing show at a little attic venue, we (meaning, Alex, Natasha, Danny, and I) went down to Pizza my Heart and Danny said, "Dude! We should bring them back pizza!" So we did, and we got to hang out for a while with the band a while and eat pizza. There was a lot of wardrobe discussion between Shawn and Alex for reason unknown, but it was pretty amusing anyway. I also got hit in the face with a pick that Jon threw. Sucks I didn't catch it. But I got one anyway.
All in all, an excellent evening. It's a bit strange that I've gone to Matches concerts on both the Ides of March and Friday the 13th.
Title Source: "Standard Break From Life" by Alkaline Trio. B-sides for teh win!
'Helpful' salesperson: "What does lily of the valley smell like?"
Me/ Mom: "...Flowers."
Me: "There's really no other way you can put it."
"Bird and fish are stupid pets. They don't do anything, but you still have to clean up their mess. You might as well just have a husband."
"For a second I thought he took his face off."
"Nope. But I will take his face off."
"Medium style."
"No, with heavy cream!"
On the opening band for Muse: "Eh, I'd see them open for Muse." My brother is brilliant.
"Don't hurt yourself."
"With a peanut butter sandwich? Is that possible?"
"You'd be surprised."
"Okay 'married boyfriend' is an oxymoron... or some kind of moron, and boy isn't he."
"Okay, moral rant done. LONG LIVE WEBCOMICS!"
"Yes, well, I am the master."
"At being disgusting and hilarious? Yes. I bow to you, oh great one."
"I like how he felt my shoes."
"It's like Jesus washing your feet."
"...Did you seriously just compare Shawn to Jesus?"
"Shawn, why are you holding a duck?"
"I'm the new Paris Hilton."
All in all, an excellent evening. It's a bit strange that I've gone to Matches concerts on both the Ides of March and Friday the 13th.
Title Source: "Standard Break From Life" by Alkaline Trio. B-sides for teh win!
'Helpful' salesperson: "What does lily of the valley smell like?"
Me/ Mom: "...Flowers."
Me: "There's really no other way you can put it."
"Bird and fish are stupid pets. They don't do anything, but you still have to clean up their mess. You might as well just have a husband."
"For a second I thought he took his face off."
"Nope. But I will take his face off."
"Medium style."
"No, with heavy cream!"
On the opening band for Muse: "Eh, I'd see them open for Muse." My brother is brilliant.
"Don't hurt yourself."
"With a peanut butter sandwich? Is that possible?"
"You'd be surprised."
"Okay 'married boyfriend' is an oxymoron... or some kind of moron, and boy isn't he."
"Okay, moral rant done. LONG LIVE WEBCOMICS!"
"Yes, well, I am the master."
"At being disgusting and hilarious? Yes. I bow to you, oh great one."
"I like how he felt my shoes."
"It's like Jesus washing your feet."
"...Did you seriously just compare Shawn to Jesus?"
"Shawn, why are you holding a duck?"
"I'm the new Paris Hilton."
10 April 2007
You should be the one I'll always love.
"Unintended" by Muse.
Muse at Bill Graham: the only show that I had to leave the floor. But I was in the front and lasted until the last song, so don't start; I held out for such a long set, I think, but by the time "Knights of Cydonia" started my lungs hurt too much and I couldn't feel my legs. So it goes.
But it was fantastic, if you're interested. Like always, I talked to some cool people and got crushed by and shoved some major jerks, but you know who I saw outside? Andre effing Jilalian, standing outside with his idiotfriend smoking. Who knew he liked Muse? That's up there with Kevin Swanson liking The Cure on the weirdness scale.
And now I have to go get the knots out of my hair before I allow myself to pass out. Cheers.
Muse at Bill Graham: the only show that I had to leave the floor. But I was in the front and lasted until the last song, so don't start; I held out for such a long set, I think, but by the time "Knights of Cydonia" started my lungs hurt too much and I couldn't feel my legs. So it goes.
But it was fantastic, if you're interested. Like always, I talked to some cool people and got crushed by and shoved some major jerks, but you know who I saw outside? Andre effing Jilalian, standing outside with his idiotfriend smoking. Who knew he liked Muse? That's up there with Kevin Swanson liking The Cure on the weirdness scale.
And now I have to go get the knots out of my hair before I allow myself to pass out. Cheers.
06 April 2007
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about.
Sweet freedom, how I have missed thee. That's apostrophe, kids. I've obviously been spending too much time at school. But a whole week of doing absolutely nothing looms up before us. And guess what! I might be going to Muse on Monday! And then the Matches on Friday! Yay vacation!
Title Source: "Under Pressure" by Queen and David Bowie. If you don't know this song, you're not culturally literate. And probably have never turned on a radio.
“Why can’t that be the subject?”
“Because I command it so!”
Mrs. McCarty: “I mean, Godda– is this another infinitive?!”
“We’re all nunwhores at heart!”
“Yay pretentious sandwiches!”
“I was walking downtown near St. Anthony’s and I saw walking a rabbit on a leash.”
“Somebody special is obviously coming to the prayer service.”
“Maybe it’s Jesus.”
“It’s like, hey, I don’t know you, but drive my drunk girlfriend home.”
“Um… why?”
“Because Shawn Harris commands it!”
“Danny! Queen didn’t show up to the prayer service!”
“I know! Neither did Bowie! I was so disappointed.”
“rablblblbl you gots not school QQ.”
“Yep, I’m pretty much you in that sense.”
Title Source: "Under Pressure" by Queen and David Bowie. If you don't know this song, you're not culturally literate. And probably have never turned on a radio.
“Why can’t that be the subject?”
“Because I command it so!”
Mrs. McCarty: “I mean, Godda– is this another infinitive?!”
“We’re all nunwhores at heart!”
“Yay pretentious sandwiches!”
“I was walking downtown near St. Anthony’s and I saw walking a rabbit on a leash.”
“Somebody special is obviously coming to the prayer service.”
“Maybe it’s Jesus.”
“It’s like, hey, I don’t know you, but drive my drunk girlfriend home.”
“Um… why?”
“Because Shawn Harris commands it!”
“Danny! Queen didn’t show up to the prayer service!”
“I know! Neither did Bowie! I was so disappointed.”
“rablblblbl you gots not school QQ.”
“Yep, I’m pretty much you in that sense.”
30 March 2007
A True Friend Stabs You In The Front
Today would have been alright if I didn't get a piece of wood in my eye and have no less than three sets hit me. I knew I shouldn't have shown up at all; it was 3:35 for God's sake. And for some reason, the new Arcade Fire album is not downloading on my computer. QUITE annoying.
And no one else ever updates their blogs anymore except for me.
Title Source: Oscar Wilde, quoted by Pency Prep in "Attention Reader"
“But I do want to go see more local shows.”
“Same.”
“Okay, I also need to stop chewing on electrical wire.”
“Yes. Yes you do.”
“I sandwich them together with chocolate in the middle when they’re warm to make it yummy, or I can put some syrup on.”
“Sounds like diabetes.”
“But it’s Valentine’s day, so diabetes is okay.”
“No, they never came home.”
“No, I was talking about the Oreos.”
“Oh. Well, they never came home either.”
“Why do you have Jesus between your boobs?”
Mister O’Keefe: “If you don’t know the mass, potential energy don’t mean sh– nothing.”
“Okay, genocide. All in favour?”
And no one else ever updates their blogs anymore except for me.
Title Source: Oscar Wilde, quoted by Pency Prep in "Attention Reader"
“But I do want to go see more local shows.”
“Same.”
“Okay, I also need to stop chewing on electrical wire.”
“Yes. Yes you do.”
“I sandwich them together with chocolate in the middle when they’re warm to make it yummy, or I can put some syrup on.”
“Sounds like diabetes.”
“But it’s Valentine’s day, so diabetes is okay.”
“No, they never came home.”
“No, I was talking about the Oreos.”
“Oh. Well, they never came home either.”
“Why do you have Jesus between your boobs?”
Mister O’Keefe: “If you don’t know the mass, potential energy don’t mean sh– nothing.”
“Okay, genocide. All in favour?”
23 March 2007
Hold your ground, because we don't care what you may think is wrong or right.
Have you ever sat and thought about what life would be like if you were someone else? How do you think you would see yourself? Would you still know the things you know now? Would you even see the same person? Do you ever feel completely unloved? Do you ever get survivor's guilt for someone whom you beat out for the spot in existence? Did they find somewhere else to fit themselves in? Have you ever gotten the feeling thta you can't trust anyone? Why does it seem like I'm wasting my life? Have you ever been hanging out with your friends and realised that you're not having a good time anymore? Do you ever seek out one lone individual just to have a different point of view? Did you ever fall in love with them? Have you convinced yourself of hatred to stop your heart from pounding? Would you rather hurt knowing they didn't feel the same way or dream and pretend without basis that they do?
Title Source: "Trainwreck" by Dexter Danger. RIP.
"In Junior year after rehearsal, this guy from Licoln sprayed my friend in the eyes with mace, so I chased him and his friends down in my car before realising, oh shit. But I didn't. It would have been justice, but not equal justice. But he deserved it."
"Thanks, Hammurabi."
"Don't judge a book by how many colours are on the cover!"
"In John 23:7 God said to the people, "Tagalongs are the best!""
"I don't care what you put down your pants, I'm not tying your shoe!"
"Can I get you anything?"
"Sexual favours to make the pain go away?"
"Are we ever going to read a story where the American dream actually comes true?"
"You learned about justice, Mr. Evans. Don't drug yourself into submission!"
"Gabe, why do you have a cantaloupe?"
"It's not mine!"
"Whose is it?"
"Danny's."
"Why do you have Danny's cantaloupe?"
"I stole it."
"...Danny, this is my strangest question of all: why did Gabe steal your cantaloupe?"
"I don't know!"
"Emily, do I rhyme with violence and pestilence and doom?" *receives high five* "Okay, I guess I do."
"What doesn't kill me makes me stronger."
"Slash gives me food poisoning."
"And ebola."
"What are you doing, Evan Hughes? That is not a drum!"
Title Source: "Trainwreck" by Dexter Danger. RIP.
"In Junior year after rehearsal, this guy from Licoln sprayed my friend in the eyes with mace, so I chased him and his friends down in my car before realising, oh shit. But I didn't. It would have been justice, but not equal justice. But he deserved it."
"Thanks, Hammurabi."
"Don't judge a book by how many colours are on the cover!"
"In John 23:7 God said to the people, "Tagalongs are the best!""
"I don't care what you put down your pants, I'm not tying your shoe!"
"Can I get you anything?"
"Sexual favours to make the pain go away?"
"Are we ever going to read a story where the American dream actually comes true?"
"You learned about justice, Mr. Evans. Don't drug yourself into submission!"
"Gabe, why do you have a cantaloupe?"
"It's not mine!"
"Whose is it?"
"Danny's."
"Why do you have Danny's cantaloupe?"
"I stole it."
"...Danny, this is my strangest question of all: why did Gabe steal your cantaloupe?"
"I don't know!"
"Emily, do I rhyme with violence and pestilence and doom?" *receives high five* "Okay, I guess I do."
"What doesn't kill me makes me stronger."
"Slash gives me food poisoning."
"And ebola."
"What are you doing, Evan Hughes? That is not a drum!"
21 March 2007
If assholes could fly, this place would be busier than O'Hare
I just found this out (hey, who knew Physics would teach me something unimportant and random?): J. Robert Oppenheimer, who was quoted for saying during the first nuclear bomb testing, "I am become death, destroyer of worlds", headed the Manhattan Project. And his brother started the Exploratorium.
Kind of funny in a sad way, isn't it?
Kind of funny in a sad way, isn't it?
17 March 2007
You've got standards, girl, so what the hell are you doing with me?
No offence meant to anyone I have ever gone to a concert with, but that was the best show I have ever experienced. And probably the sweatiest. But that's alright, because I felt and still feel fantastic (as opposed to before when I felt right sick). Conor is pretty much my favourite person for getting me in FOR FREE and for holding my shit away from the hoi polloi of other sweaty people. I also love Rudraigh for calling him for the hook-up, Alex for driving, Mike for being entertaining, and Danny for introducing me to the Matches in the first place and giving me a ride.
Small intimate rock show > huge arena shows.
But I still can't get that song out of my head. Why can't I forget what Shawn said?
Small intimate rock show > huge arena shows.
But I still can't get that song out of my head. Why can't I forget what Shawn said?
16 March 2007
Yeah, you're pretty good-lookin'... for a girl.
Oh my god! I just saw My Chemical Romance last night and now I'm going to see the Matches at Slim's! Could this week get any better?
Title Source: "Pretty Good Looking for a Girl" by The White Stripes. First song that popped into my head.
“Butter. That’s what I use for condoms.”
“Brain fluid cake!”
“Can’t argue with quotes. Always great.”
“Punching people in the head just hurts. Unless you’re drunk.”
“Drunk people don’t feel pain!”
“Don’t step on my hair.”
“He’s not stepping. He’s standing.”
“Don’t stand on my stomach.”
“I’m not standing; I’m stepping!”
“Pretty much. Oh well. Fate wins this round of poker with my life.”
“Poker.” [snicker]
“I can’t picture him being a pedophile.”
“You’re like Mary, and you’ve been turned out of the inn, so go have your baby in a haystack.”
“Go find your Bethlehem!”
“How would you feel if you were in Iraq and George Bush took a nap on the couch? I’d be fucking pissed.”
“And it’s not even his couch. It’s Justin’s couch!”
“Would you leave the sex in the fountain alone?!”
“That’s gross.”
“That’s art. Get over it.”
“Think about it. Would you want a bunch of obese koalas hanging around your house?”
“This just in: the internet has run out of space.”
“We attempted to delete all the porn sites, but there was a huge outcry from white, aged men.”
“Why are you smelling Dan’s neck?”
“It smells like cherry!”
“Dan’s neck, Ceri’s tongue, he’s just on a roll today.”
“The Black Plague is back… in style.”
“Well, we have the short version of Livy.”
“Sparknotes saves the world again.”
“Hey, if he pulls a demon out of you, can I have it?”
“Did you know a sneeze in an eighth of an orgasm, so if you sneeze eight times in rapid succession, you’ll cum?”
“…I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“Auschwitz was a theme park gone wrong!”
“Well, who would you rather see? The Matches or MC… oh, Danny, right.”
“Why is that baby grey?”
“Oh shit, I’ve been voted off the island!”
“Is this yours? You don’t strike me as the headband type o’ gal.”
“No, more head bang.”
Title Source: "Pretty Good Looking for a Girl" by The White Stripes. First song that popped into my head.
“Butter. That’s what I use for condoms.”
“Brain fluid cake!”
“Can’t argue with quotes. Always great.”
“Punching people in the head just hurts. Unless you’re drunk.”
“Drunk people don’t feel pain!”
“Don’t step on my hair.”
“He’s not stepping. He’s standing.”
“Don’t stand on my stomach.”
“I’m not standing; I’m stepping!”
“Pretty much. Oh well. Fate wins this round of poker with my life.”
“Poker.” [snicker]
“I can’t picture him being a pedophile.”
“You’re like Mary, and you’ve been turned out of the inn, so go have your baby in a haystack.”
“Go find your Bethlehem!”
“How would you feel if you were in Iraq and George Bush took a nap on the couch? I’d be fucking pissed.”
“And it’s not even his couch. It’s Justin’s couch!”
“Would you leave the sex in the fountain alone?!”
“That’s gross.”
“That’s art. Get over it.”
“Think about it. Would you want a bunch of obese koalas hanging around your house?”
“This just in: the internet has run out of space.”
“We attempted to delete all the porn sites, but there was a huge outcry from white, aged men.”
“Why are you smelling Dan’s neck?”
“It smells like cherry!”
“Dan’s neck, Ceri’s tongue, he’s just on a roll today.”
“The Black Plague is back… in style.”
“Well, we have the short version of Livy.”
“Sparknotes saves the world again.”
“Hey, if he pulls a demon out of you, can I have it?”
“Did you know a sneeze in an eighth of an orgasm, so if you sneeze eight times in rapid succession, you’ll cum?”
“…I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“Auschwitz was a theme park gone wrong!”
“Well, who would you rather see? The Matches or MC… oh, Danny, right.”
“Why is that baby grey?”
“Oh shit, I’ve been voted off the island!”
“Is this yours? You don’t strike me as the headband type o’ gal.”
“No, more head bang.”
09 March 2007
Just a shame, just a drag, just the USA
Hey everybody. It's that time of the week again. Quotes Time! (As you might have been able to tell, I really can't think of anything interesting to say.) Oh wait, no. I got my license! Yeah okay. Now quotes.
Title Source: "Falling Down" by The Redwalls. Them and the Greenhornes I would suggest to any Beatles fans.
"It's okay, Will, because your name is a verb!"
Katie: "I cause pregnancies!"
Allegra: "Mother, I know I'm ready to take the vows of poverty, obesity– wait."
"My question isn't about homework. It's actually about your facial hair."
"Monotheism is boring."
"Emily's driving is Grim Reaper approved."
"I don't want toasty toes!"
"So I just run on?"
"Well, run like a nun."
"Nun run!"
"I love your costumes. It makes me want to live in Iran."
"Here's magnetism. Prepare to die."
"Yeah right. This thing has the acceleration of a brick."
"Satutory rape is the cheez whiz of rape. Or maybe velveeta."
"This is better than underwear!"
Title Source: "Falling Down" by The Redwalls. Them and the Greenhornes I would suggest to any Beatles fans.
"It's okay, Will, because your name is a verb!"
Katie: "I cause pregnancies!"
Allegra: "Mother, I know I'm ready to take the vows of poverty, obesity– wait."
"My question isn't about homework. It's actually about your facial hair."
"Monotheism is boring."
"Emily's driving is Grim Reaper approved."
"I don't want toasty toes!"
"So I just run on?"
"Well, run like a nun."
"Nun run!"
"I love your costumes. It makes me want to live in Iran."
"Here's magnetism. Prepare to die."
"Yeah right. This thing has the acceleration of a brick."
"Satutory rape is the cheez whiz of rape. Or maybe velveeta."
"This is better than underwear!"
02 March 2007
I love you so much, but do me a favour, baby: don't reply. 'Cause I can dish it out but I can't take it.
I've got nothing.
Title Source: "Limousine (MS Rebridge)" by Brand New. Not to sounds melodramatic, but waiting for a chance to seriously think/say this.
"Well, making Caesar dictator is different from making Caesar cookies."
"Or is it?"
"I would have made you latch onto me like Siobhan in an armadillo fight."
"Curses of locked pie!"
"Seduction is uncomfortable."
"She looks like a prostitot."
"Balloon black babies!"
"Is it weird that all us theatre people always congregate towards the bed?"
"Did I already show you my squirrels?
"You got to take the money out of the bank."
"Did she just compare my chest to a bank?"
Title Source: "Limousine (MS Rebridge)" by Brand New. Not to sounds melodramatic, but waiting for a chance to seriously think/say this.
"Well, making Caesar dictator is different from making Caesar cookies."
"Or is it?"
"I would have made you latch onto me like Siobhan in an armadillo fight."
"Curses of locked pie!"
"Seduction is uncomfortable."
"She looks like a prostitot."
"Balloon black babies!"
"Is it weird that all us theatre people always congregate towards the bed?"
"Did I already show you my squirrels?
"You got to take the money out of the bank."
"Did she just compare my chest to a bank?"
23 February 2007
I'm an Americancer, a MySpace romancer
Hello all. Huzzah three day weekend. I wish it were longer, though. Or that I wasn't doing something everyday for hours and hours. I stand a little under the weather, as well, but apparently, I'm intangible, mute, and invisible, so I guess it doesn't matter.
Title Source: "Papercut Skin" by The Matches. I thank Danny in silent abundance for talking about this band so much that I looked them up.
“Now I’m gonna listen to blatantly sexual songs and write about Catholic social teachings.”
“Why is Zach Love writing about whales?”
“Because Zach Love smokes a lot of weed.”
“Your lover lied to me.”
“My lover?”
“Yeah, your lover.”
“…What the hell are you talking about?”
“Danny, your lover.”
“Wait, why is Danny my lover?”
“Bad Alex! Don’t scare Siobhan with lies about Satan pancakes!”
“No! Stop riding that cow into scarecrows and getting more points than me!”
“Ceri, you look pale.”
“I am always this pale.”
“Well, Australia.”
“That’s European enough.”
“Sophomores are a contradiction.”
“We’re all going to meet in that big metro station in the sky.”
“Let’s have an orgy! Hooray!”
“Give it up for Jesus!”
“There is a pencil on the table in front of me that says ‘Tackle life with Jesus’.”
Title Source: "Papercut Skin" by The Matches. I thank Danny in silent abundance for talking about this band so much that I looked them up.
“Now I’m gonna listen to blatantly sexual songs and write about Catholic social teachings.”
“Why is Zach Love writing about whales?”
“Because Zach Love smokes a lot of weed.”
“Your lover lied to me.”
“My lover?”
“Yeah, your lover.”
“…What the hell are you talking about?”
“Danny, your lover.”
“Wait, why is Danny my lover?”
“Bad Alex! Don’t scare Siobhan with lies about Satan pancakes!”
“No! Stop riding that cow into scarecrows and getting more points than me!”
“Ceri, you look pale.”
“I am always this pale.”
“Well, Australia.”
“That’s European enough.”
“Sophomores are a contradiction.”
“We’re all going to meet in that big metro station in the sky.”
“Let’s have an orgy! Hooray!”
“Give it up for Jesus!”
“There is a pencil on the table in front of me that says ‘Tackle life with Jesus’.”
16 February 2007
It's our time to shine through the down, glorified by what is ours.
Hello all on this lovely Sunday afternoon. I'm still pumped from the show last night, which was fantastic by the way. For those of you who know who he is, Quinn Allman waved at me. Most of the bands were kind of bad, and I realised I wasn't having fun in the middle, but it got much better after the bitchy girls I was behind left and my head stopped hurting from where someone kicked it. I think my ribs are bruised though. I have so many pictures to put onto my computer now. But on to the quotes, seeing as I deprived you on Friday.
Title Source: "A Box Full Of Sharp Objects" by The Used. I definitely felt the love.
“But I do want to go see more local shows.”
“Same.”
“Okay, I also need to stop chewing on electrical wire.”
“Yes. Yes you do.”
“I sandwich them together with chocolate in the middle when they’re warm to make it yummy, or I can put some syrup on.”
“Sounds like diabetes.”
“But it’s Valentine’s day, so diabetes is okay.”
“There’s white things, there’s brown things, and there’s fish.”
“I will read your mind to death!”
“What are you saying? That Scott is Earnest Hemingway?”
“So if there’s no true love, what do we have?”
“Sex and gonorrhea.”
“What animal does taco meat come from?”
“Matt causes emotional boo-boos.”
Standing on a street corner downtown: “Here, Quinny-Quinny-Quinny-Quinn!”
“But he’s twenty-three and bi.”
“What do you have against bisexuals?”
“Nothing. But he’s twenty-three. And that’s seven years older than I am.”
“And it’s rape.”
“And it’s… yeah.”
“You know, for having just come out of a five-hour concert, I smell pretty damn good.”
Title Source: "A Box Full Of Sharp Objects" by The Used. I definitely felt the love.
“But I do want to go see more local shows.”
“Same.”
“Okay, I also need to stop chewing on electrical wire.”
“Yes. Yes you do.”
“I sandwich them together with chocolate in the middle when they’re warm to make it yummy, or I can put some syrup on.”
“Sounds like diabetes.”
“But it’s Valentine’s day, so diabetes is okay.”
“There’s white things, there’s brown things, and there’s fish.”
“I will read your mind to death!”
“What are you saying? That Scott is Earnest Hemingway?”
“So if there’s no true love, what do we have?”
“Sex and gonorrhea.”
“What animal does taco meat come from?”
“Matt causes emotional boo-boos.”
Standing on a street corner downtown: “Here, Quinny-Quinny-Quinny-Quinn!”
“But he’s twenty-three and bi.”
“What do you have against bisexuals?”
“Nothing. But he’s twenty-three. And that’s seven years older than I am.”
“And it’s rape.”
“And it’s… yeah.”
“You know, for having just come out of a five-hour concert, I smell pretty damn good.”
11 February 2007
Life as an artist is grand until you realise no one is listening to what you're saying.
Late, yes. Blame convention. I know I do. Oh, by the way, this is the 50th post. My feeling on it is that of the whole weekend. Who cares?
Title Source: My head, probably hanging out with people.
“It’s currently doing a picture of you. And Jack’s arm.”
“Man. Jack’s arm is soooo hot.”
“You know that stupid memory game?”
“No.”
“You go through the alphabet. I'm gong on a trip and I'm gonna pack a ...Aardvark. The next person is going to pack an Aardvark and a Broken umbrella, and so on until you threaten to commit suicide.”
“And yes… it was an Idaho Polka.”
“Well, you know, sometimes penises are evil. And sometimes they do bring doom. You know, like gonorrhea. Kind of like doom.”
“You’re crazy like the woman in The Yellow Wallpaper.”
“But then we’ll hook you up in millions of dollars in tourism!”
“Zoo animals are not the same as regular animals.”
“Like they’re drugged out.”
“Yes, I would like to come home to my husband doing that, but I would also like to throw a shoe at Charlie.”
“There are no bad nuns. Only bad habits.”
“Well, Emily wants world domination and a bagel, but she’s not getting either, is she?”
“I can’t go back to sleep, I can smell myself!”
“If I’d done a trick when you were on top of me, would that have gotten you off?”
"What's the matter? Am I going to have to pound some face?"
Title Source: My head, probably hanging out with people.
“It’s currently doing a picture of you. And Jack’s arm.”
“Man. Jack’s arm is soooo hot.”
“You know that stupid memory game?”
“No.”
“You go through the alphabet. I'm gong on a trip and I'm gonna pack a ...Aardvark. The next person is going to pack an Aardvark and a Broken umbrella, and so on until you threaten to commit suicide.”
“And yes… it was an Idaho Polka.”
“Well, you know, sometimes penises are evil. And sometimes they do bring doom. You know, like gonorrhea. Kind of like doom.”
“You’re crazy like the woman in The Yellow Wallpaper.”
“But then we’ll hook you up in millions of dollars in tourism!”
“Zoo animals are not the same as regular animals.”
“Like they’re drugged out.”
“Yes, I would like to come home to my husband doing that, but I would also like to throw a shoe at Charlie.”
“There are no bad nuns. Only bad habits.”
“Well, Emily wants world domination and a bagel, but she’s not getting either, is she?”
“I can’t go back to sleep, I can smell myself!”
“If I’d done a trick when you were on top of me, would that have gotten you off?”
"What's the matter? Am I going to have to pound some face?"
02 February 2007
"I don't say anything funny. That's my contribution."
I told you, Kristen. Anyway, stage crew was really fun. Lots of people there; all very cool freshman, along with the usual suspects. But since no one cares what's written in memos and whatnot, on we go.
Title Source: Kristen Halsing. English class today.
"I don't want to be a hot pocket!"
"What is 'Song of Myself' about?"
"Sex with nature."
"Burn for your heresy!"
"Hey, if heresy is the only thing I'm burning for, I'm doing pretty well."
"No, it's just the concept of an evil-sounding falsetto is hilarious."
"So it's like a cross between Harvert Moon and Rollercoaster Tycoon only with piñatas."
"Cannibal piñatas!"
"Let's find the spring constant of Ceri's hair!"
"Brendan, you lose. You got pwned by History."
"We are all merchants ships... on the inside..."
"I like my sarcasm like I like my salsa: spicy!"
"You never know who it is stuck at the bottom of a well."
"Is it Jesus?"
"Did they have rhinos back then?"
"No, Sumner, they invented them in the 21st century."
"Thumbs down! The emperor says no!"
Title Source: Kristen Halsing. English class today.
"I don't want to be a hot pocket!"
"What is 'Song of Myself' about?"
"Sex with nature."
"Burn for your heresy!"
"Hey, if heresy is the only thing I'm burning for, I'm doing pretty well."
"No, it's just the concept of an evil-sounding falsetto is hilarious."
"So it's like a cross between Harvert Moon and Rollercoaster Tycoon only with piñatas."
"Cannibal piñatas!"
"Let's find the spring constant of Ceri's hair!"
"Brendan, you lose. You got pwned by History."
"We are all merchants ships... on the inside..."
"I like my sarcasm like I like my salsa: spicy!"
"You never know who it is stuck at the bottom of a well."
"Is it Jesus?"
"Did they have rhinos back then?"
"No, Sumner, they invented them in the 21st century."
"Thumbs down! The emperor says no!"
26 January 2007
What'll you do when you get lonely and nobody's waiting by your side?
I went to Rock To Relief last night. Despite my primary instinct that it would suck worse than Pete Wentx on a good day, it did not. In fact, it was quite enjoyable. Or maybe that was just Leena and Way Out West. Amazing talent, them, and quite great guys. So this week is just the week of local shows, I suppose, as Yesterday's News has a show tomorrow. I look forward to it immensely.
Title Source: "Layla" by Eric Clapton. Brendon is a guitar god in the making, because he plays this perfectly.
“Yeah, as in the furry dog that will save me from drowning.”
“What’s that, girl? You say Siobhan is trapped in the well?”
“Come on, it’s not rocket surgery.”
“You must be calm like the ocean, Emily: enveloping your enemies and drowning them.”
“Antimo City!”
“If I had a laser, it would most definitely go BAZOW!”
“Did you say it’s okay to have an affair?”
“We’ll get Teddy to do our History essay. Teddy, define radical.”
“Extreme... crazy... fun...”
“There is a poem by Horus that goes ‘Now is the time for drinking; Cleopatra’s dead!’”
“With as super-great as possible strength.”
“Mulan is not a Disney princess; she’s a peasant.”
“Okay, well. How about Nala?”
“She’s not a princess either.”
“She married Simba!”
“You can’t be princess by association!”
“Susan, stop flashing people!”
Title Source: "Layla" by Eric Clapton. Brendon is a guitar god in the making, because he plays this perfectly.
“Yeah, as in the furry dog that will save me from drowning.”
“What’s that, girl? You say Siobhan is trapped in the well?”
“Come on, it’s not rocket surgery.”
“You must be calm like the ocean, Emily: enveloping your enemies and drowning them.”
“Antimo City!”
“If I had a laser, it would most definitely go BAZOW!”
“Did you say it’s okay to have an affair?”
“We’ll get Teddy to do our History essay. Teddy, define radical.”
“Extreme... crazy... fun...”
“There is a poem by Horus that goes ‘Now is the time for drinking; Cleopatra’s dead!’”
“With as super-great as possible strength.”
“Mulan is not a Disney princess; she’s a peasant.”
“Okay, well. How about Nala?”
“She’s not a princess either.”
“She married Simba!”
“You can’t be princess by association!”
“Susan, stop flashing people!”
19 January 2007
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Yay for Friday. Whoever says the junior writing exam was hard lies so hard their conscience should explode. This week has been the outer circle of long for far too long. But Happy 23rd Birthday to my brother.
Title Source: "House of the Rising Sun" by the Animals. U2 and Green Day completely ripped off this song to make a half-assed statement/ ploy for popularity. The song's about a damn brothel.
“Who puts carrots in stuffing?”
“It’s boring.”
“...it’s stuffing!”
“I want excitement! No, actually I don’t. Food should not be exciting.”
“Is it weird that I have conceived a way to swing dance to a song by Incubus?”
“Because the ability to take a song in its entirety and set a visual score, if you will, to it is pretty impressive. It requires the ability to coordinate between two extremely disparate stimuli, as well as being extremely talented in both.”
“Wow. And I thought I just that too much time.”
“Learn this now: Jesuits control everything.”
“Including Wikipedia.”
“Justin, you make her lick things. That’s a very good skill to have.”
“I’m a nunwhore, she’s a potato, and you’re a freshman. There are no freshmen in the Sound of Music.”
“Your cancer has skirt."
Title Source: "House of the Rising Sun" by the Animals. U2 and Green Day completely ripped off this song to make a half-assed statement/ ploy for popularity. The song's about a damn brothel.
“Who puts carrots in stuffing?”
“It’s boring.”
“...it’s stuffing!”
“I want excitement! No, actually I don’t. Food should not be exciting.”
“Is it weird that I have conceived a way to swing dance to a song by Incubus?”
“Because the ability to take a song in its entirety and set a visual score, if you will, to it is pretty impressive. It requires the ability to coordinate between two extremely disparate stimuli, as well as being extremely talented in both.”
“Wow. And I thought I just that too much time.”
“Learn this now: Jesuits control everything.”
“Including Wikipedia.”
“Justin, you make her lick things. That’s a very good skill to have.”
“I’m a nunwhore, she’s a potato, and you’re a freshman. There are no freshmen in the Sound of Music.”
“Your cancer has skirt."
12 January 2007
I Can't Make It To Your Wedding, But I'm Sure I'll Be At Your Wake
We had the first stage crew session in a while today. Okay I guess. Got stuff done. Mr. Curry gave us envelopes with stuff in it for callbacks, but I don't really want to talk about that. I don't really have anything important to say anyway.
Title Source: "Bukowski" by Modest Mouse. Yeah, pretty much.
“Liquor chocolate? Is that what you said?”
“This chocolate tastes like peanut butter.”
“Are you sure it’s chocolate?”
“My penguin is chipped. That makes me sad.”
“Are you licking penguins again?”
“Real men wear glitter.”
“Because orange is the colour of God!”
“You know that phrase… there’s a door and a window and some other stuff… you know.”
“He wanted an ambulance-flavoured t-shirt.”
“So you’ve got the chair. That means you have to teach.”
“Aww, but I don’t know anything.”
“Don’t get your man and your powers mixed up.”
“God, what is wrong with all you people? Did you all turn eighty and not tell me?”
“You’re a sap.”
“Hey, I’m not sticky or secreted by trees. I resent that.”
“The vending machine ate my dollar!”
“The vending machine ate my quarter!”
“The vending machine ate my baby!”
Title Source: "Bukowski" by Modest Mouse. Yeah, pretty much.
“Liquor chocolate? Is that what you said?”
“This chocolate tastes like peanut butter.”
“Are you sure it’s chocolate?”
“My penguin is chipped. That makes me sad.”
“Are you licking penguins again?”
“Real men wear glitter.”
“Because orange is the colour of God!”
“You know that phrase… there’s a door and a window and some other stuff… you know.”
“He wanted an ambulance-flavoured t-shirt.”
“So you’ve got the chair. That means you have to teach.”
“Aww, but I don’t know anything.”
“Don’t get your man and your powers mixed up.”
“God, what is wrong with all you people? Did you all turn eighty and not tell me?”
“You’re a sap.”
“Hey, I’m not sticky or secreted by trees. I resent that.”
“The vending machine ate my dollar!”
“The vending machine ate my quarter!”
“The vending machine ate my baby!”
05 January 2007
My God, will we survive ourselves?
Title Source: "Light Grenades" by Incubus
“You’re beautiful. So shut the fuck up and accept it.”
“Conor Oberst is musically better while drunk than any of Jack’s Mannequin? Yes.”
“Well, they don’t have a ‘I’m rolling my eyes because you’re an idiot’ smiley.”
Julian: “I’m a sucker for guys in eyeliner, too.”
“Who is coming to our house?”
“Santa!” Three year olds are smart.
“In my similarly bleeding fuck you!”
“I thought Emo was a substitute sour cream.”
“If scenes were soda, Emo would be Diet Goth.”
“What are you talking about? I haven’t heard you say a sentence in, like, weeks!”
“Don’t make fun of my strange girly noises!”
“You’re beautiful. So shut the fuck up and accept it.”
“Conor Oberst is musically better while drunk than any of Jack’s Mannequin? Yes.”
“Well, they don’t have a ‘I’m rolling my eyes because you’re an idiot’ smiley.”
Julian: “I’m a sucker for guys in eyeliner, too.”
“Who is coming to our house?”
“Santa!” Three year olds are smart.
“In my similarly bleeding fuck you!”
“I thought Emo was a substitute sour cream.”
“If scenes were soda, Emo would be Diet Goth.”
“What are you talking about? I haven’t heard you say a sentence in, like, weeks!”
“Don’t make fun of my strange girly noises!”
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