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’.”

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.”

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?"

"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!"