"They don't even know what it is to be a fan. Y'know? To truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts."
- Sapphire in Almost Famous

Time and time again I have tried and failed at writing some form of fiction. However, I've just thought this: you write what you know. If you try to write anything else, it will come off as vague and elementary. I was trying to write about things I've never experienced, and I also couldn't think of any specific plot points. I could come up with non-descript concepts, but never the details. And the devil is in the details, as Conor Oberst will tell you. lulz I love music jokes.

My epiphany was one part Almost Famous, two parts John Sellers and two parts Man Man.

What exactly is it that I know? I know that all I know is music. Music and that's it. My life is consumed by it. Not only music, but literature, and a raw hunger for a place devoid of all human life, save for me and my CD collection, were I can sort out my life. I know that I'd like to go to New York one day, and I know that all I know is jumbled and fucked up. So what did I come up with?

Basically, it's just about a kid who's just fucked up inside and runs away to a city to sort out his life, and all he has with him is an iPod and a pad of paper (and some money, but that's not really important to the story). Then he meets this girl who's like a vigilante, and she wants to change the world, and they become good friends, and briefly love interests, but in the end they can't even stand each other because the kid is so consumed by music, and dead to the world. It would be better written than it sounds. He's probably gonna like, OD on heroin in the end or something.

Umm... okay! Once, there was this green gobliiin.. and um, he used to... look aroooound... And um, I  guess he did I daaance. And, the goblin, he had a Gremlin! And he jacked it up on some phat tires, and uh, he tuned it up on some 4.11 positrak out back, 750 double pumper, Edelbrock intake, bore over 30, 11-to-1 pop-up pistons turbo jets 390 horsepower! I mean, he had some freakin' muscle! A giggling blonde girl in a pink bikini with a Pom head appears next to the Gremlin, as well as a redhead with a blue bikini and a brunette in a leopard-pattern bikini, followed by a beer and sports paraphernilia. One of the girls had a cute little kitten named Kitty-Kitty. The other girl had a cute little puppy named Chris. And then the third girl was a Republican. So then the robot came and he started vaporizing everybody with his vapor-gun! And he was like "You take this, and you'd better, you, and you take this, everybody's gonna die!" And then he said, "Oh, the Gremlin! I hate the Goblin Gremlin! Bah!" And there was fried fish and heavenly ham and Salisbury sundaes and globs of meringue and strawberry frosted donuts and bowls full of jelly and Klondike pudding and scrumptious fillers... and - DOO! DOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO! And so it turns out the robot had a human brain which was stolen from a kindly old man. And the children of that old man came to the robot looking for their father, and they called out to him. And the robot's human brain remembered his children and his stolen life, and he was moved to tears. But the tears shorted out his circuits, and fried his brain. And the robot toppled over, and he crushed his children, and the Goblin, too. And none of them lived.


I can't fucking wait until Halloween. I LOVE it.
And the song Man Who Make You Sick, the most disturbing 8 minute song ever written.
Leave it to Man Man.

     I absolutely love the fact that Livejournal is now UndeadJournal, especially cause I'm going as a zombie on Halloween. lol. I've had some Halloween costume issues... first I was gonna be a zombie, but I wanted a white dress and couldn't find one so I went with trying to find a prepackaged costume, and then the ones they have are waaayyy too slutty, so I was freaking out. I wanted to go as Wednesday Addams... holy shit. They had one in Spirit, that Halloween store next to Office Depot, but it was like, fucking slutty as hell. I was so mad. It was like insanely low cut and was a two piece with a miniskirt and midriff shirt. I was like... WTF!?!? WEDNESDAY WAS LIKE TEN!!! Next year I wanna plan this better and go as Wednesday, and then make someone go as Pugsly with me. XDD
      Anyway, so I decided to just rip up a white t-shirt, drip some blood on it, wear the black ruffly skirt I got in Phily, get some black stockings and all but destroy them with sandpaper, soak some gauze in fake blood, and make my face all pale and shit, and all that fun stuff. I'm pretty psyched.

I'd rather be trapped in an elevator with Eeyore, cause I think we'd share the same sentiment. And I'd probably have to brutally murder Tigger.

     Last night was the single most amazing, best night of my life.

     Well, the morning wasn't all that amazing, because we had to march in a parade that was much longer than I expected, but that was alright. After that I went home and was just like "AHHHH" until we left for the show, 'cause I was uber excited (and it all payed off in the end, but I'll get to that). So we went and I was really obnoxious in the car, and I kind of feel bad about that now. I sang like, the entire way there XD.

     So we got to the show, and I was like, completely out of my mind, cause as soon as we got there we saw Honus Honus through the door, cause it had a big window, and I was like "HOLY FUCKING SHIT FUCKS, THAT'S HONUS HONUS!!" And Sergei Sogay was just sort of walking around in the beginning, as well as Pow Pow, and I was going completely out of my fucking mind, lol. Then, Jim was just sort of standing at the merch table, and Honus Honus walks up, pulls his hood down, stands there for like, 30 seconds, and walks away. IT WAS SO FUNNY/AMAZING. I got a shirt =D. It has squid on it...

     So the first band played, and they were alright. They had an amazing tenor saxophonist who was really good. He was drunk and it was kind of funny. He like, sat over in the corner next to us when he wasn't playing. We was like, laying down at one point, all dejected-like; Becca and I were like "BEST FRIEND." We talked to him after they performed and Becca was like "as a fellow b-flat reed instrument player, I commend your performance." XDD. Then I was like "Well, I play a non-reed instrument, so I'm the odd man out." lol. Then there were these kids on the other side of the room who were the only other ones dancing, and there was this kid in like, an argyle sweatervest and we were like "MORE BEST FRIENDS," and we went over and talked to them and we were like, "Yeah, you guys are like the only other people dancing, it's so awkward." They were really nice. We talked about steel-toed shoes and people who don't dance. Then the other opening band was fucking hilarious. They like, showed slideshow things in between songs that were absolutely amazing. My mom thought they were sick (probably because of Jo-Jo and Bobby Stab a Motherfucker) and Jim thought they weren't good, but I actually thought their songs were fairly good. I'll put videos up as soon as I can find a way to get them on the computer, or when Becca uploads hers, whichever comes first.

     Then... Man Man. Holy shite. Their set was amazing, and we were like, right next to Honus Honus... like, we were so close, it felt awkward during their sound check cause you felt like you should say something to him. Oh. Oh. And during gap between the gentlemen with itchy legs (aka Tim Fite), first they were playing these like, learn to speak Spanish tapes, and it was like "WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY STILL PLAYING THIS!?!?" Then, holy fuck. They played Don't Worry, Be Happy 3487293874029873 times, during Man Man's sound check. I swear to god, I wanted to kill myself. And there's where the New Noose Boogie came from. At the same time, though, it was absolutely hilarious because everytime it came on again, Pow Pow was like, laughing. His facial expressions are the best in the world. At one point they all started singing, it was so funny. Chang Wang was like, playing with it on the sax, and Honus was playing the piano with it. XD. So yeah, their set started, finally, and it was a-fucking-mazing. They are the best live band in the world, hands down. They played the Ballad of Butterbeans and Big Trouble and Top Drawer, so I was like, YES! It was so amazing, I can't even begin to explain. Then the set ended and it was like, "NOOOO! GET BACK ONSTAGE WE LOVE YOUUUUUU!!!" And then I got a high five from Chang Wang. But then we got them to do an encore and it was amazing, cause they played Engrish Bwudd, and I love Engrish Bwudd. It was great. And then afterwards, they all came offstage, except for Honus, who was like, sitting on the stairs of the stage... he looked pretty down, actually. lol. They were playing this like, techno music, and we were dancing like idiots, and I think he looked at us like "wtf?" at one point. 

     So, Honus Honus is like my favorite person in the world so they were like, "Go talk to him," and I was like "I DUNNO WHAT TO SAY!! You go first," and they were like, "No, you go." HE'S SO NICE! I mustered up the courage to go talk to him, and I was like, "You guys are absolutely amazing, I love you!" He sort of looked at me like "Awhh, that made my day," and he gave me a huge hug, and he was like "Hold on," and we went back onstage and I was like, where are you going? come back... XD. He gave me the set list and I was like "FOR REAL?? THANK YOU!!!" And we talked for a second about how Poor Jackie is my favorite song, and they didn't play it because a string broke on the violin, but it was fine, because they played Top Drawer. Then I was like "Well, we won't bother you anymore," and he was like "See you next time," and I was like, "Absolutely, I'm definitely coming to see you guys again," and then I was like "FSDL:KFJISOEFSKLDJ%ISDJ:FLKSDJ" cause I had just gotten a hug and the set list from Honus Honus. XDDDD

     It was absolutely mind-blowing cause it was like, out of all the people he could have given it to, he gave it to me. Like, he didn't even have to give it to anyone. And it's like, the fucking set list. When the singer of a band gives you the set list, personally, it's a big deal. It's a huge deal. I've been ranting and raving about this since it happened XD. And Becca told me later that it looked like I genuinely made his day, I mean I like making people's days, and especially Honus Honus, cause he'd be like my band-frontman/woman inspiration if I were ever to start a band.

     Then we tried to find Pow Pow, but he was M.I.A. We wanted him to sign the shirts that we got, we had our silver sharpies ready and everything. lol. Then on the way out, they had these hand printed Man Man posters, and I wanted one really bady, but I didn't have any money left =[. And I was the only one who had any money, so that didn't work out XDD. Yeah, it was amazing. Absolutely amazing. I don't think I'll ever get over it, lol. The set list is on my wall now.

      I'll definitely get those videos and pictures up as soon as I can figure out how to get them to the computer.

      =DDDDDDDDDDD

      I suppose this whole entry is like the "Why I'm Angry Today" section of a post on John Sellers's blog. All I need is the Smiths reference title, and I'd be all set.

     Barbarism Begins at Home

     Here's why I'm angry today. And every other day of my life.

     This is something that's been pissing me off for quite some time. I know it makes me seems like a total square, but I have the most obnoxious math class in the world because they completely lack respect for the teacher. He'll be talking, nay, explaining something important, and they'll be talking to each other from across the room, full volume. There's one girl in particular who is ridiculously loud, thinks she's above everyone else, and for reasons unknown is convinced that it is okay to completely disregard the authority figure who is clearly trying to address the class, and all those trying to listen, and to scream to her friend on the other side of the classroom about some drunken party that she and her low-brow, hipper-than-thou friends attended and the various drama that occurred there. Usually I wouldn't give a damn, but this is extreme disrespect. If you're not going to pay attention in class, please at least have the courtesy to do it quietly.

     I brought my new phone to school today (Dorian Blue, as I've newly dubbed it), and when I took it out, the first response I got was, "Oh my god, you're so gay!" 
     "Oh my god, you're so gay?" 
     What does that have anything to do with my new cell phone technology? I'm sorry that I've gotten a new phone and I'd like to show it to my friends... as far as I knew that does not make me a homosexual or inclined in any way to be attracted to the female persuasion. Not only that, but I don't appreciate it being insinuated that I should not have such a phone; that I'm not worthy of owning such a phone. When my excitedness is met by something like "Oh my god, you're so gay," it's generally a discouraging feeling. I already felt guilty enough for having the phone in the first place. In Circuit City, right after it was purchased for me, I literally almost gave it to my brother, because he seemed like he really wanted it and I felt like I wasn't deserving of it, or some low-self-esteem-related shit like that. Furthermore, the only reason I got a new phone is because my old phone went missing and I've had it since I was 13. I think I deserve an upgrade. and further still, it was a part of my Christmas present. This means I won't be getting much, if anything, on Christmas.

     It turns out that the one, singular wireless internet card that words with the iBook is discontinued, and the only way to purchase one is on Ebay. They're around one hundred dollars, too. So, until I can procure one hundred dollars, usable on the internet, I'm stuck with either the desktop (which I'm at right now), or Jack Brick, who tragically fails at life. I don't know if I've ever fully explained the process through which I have to go to connect to the internet, but it's not pretty, and it's not fun.

     And in complaining about all these different things, it's become apparent to me that I am the whiniest bitch on the planet. Seriously?! Am I really complaining about not having the internet on my new (well, sort of), gorgeous iBook? It's a fucking iBook... it's fine how it is. Granted, I don't have iTunes or any of the traditional characteristics of Mac computers, but still, it's amazing and it works. And even though Jack Brick totally fails at life, I can still get on the internet, and it's fast enough for my purposes, for the most part. I mean, yeah it does freeze up often, and I can't really load videos or adjust the volume, but I mean, really? However, I do feel justified in complaining about the first two things I complained about. That's just angering.

GAR.

Actually, I'm not, thank god. I don't enjoy tossing my cookies.

It's funny how when you're typing something that's not for school or anything, you type faster. I don't know why that is. Possibly it's because you already know what you're going to type; it's like you're typing a stream of consciousness, whereas for a project  you really have to think about what you're typing.

Yeah, so I should be doing a Latin project right now. I'm supposed to come up with a town in the Roman Empire and draw up a map, then write about the locations. My town is called Crustulania (literally, cookie town) and its most affluent citizen is Syphax the perpetually angry slave-dealer who is my best friend. It's a port town next to the volcano Mons Iratus (the angry mountain) and in the Hortus Dianae (Garden of Diana) there's the Fons Iratus (the angry fountain) dedicated to Syphax. I totally want to live there.

I got a new phone today! It's a Glyde, it's a touchscreen and then it slides sideways and the screen flips and there's a QWERTY keyboard. It's pretty awesome. I'm naming it Dorian (<-- FREAK). Yes, I do need to name all of my inanimate possessions, as well as the animate ones. I got it as an upgrade to my previous phone, so it's still the same number. Now it doesn't matter if I find the old one or not, I guess, but I really want to find it still so I can transfer the old memory card to the new phone so I can store more stuff and get my old ringtones and things.

New favorite quote: "And the end result is that life is too fucking short to hear or play Freebird."    - Isaac Brock
XD

I'm seriously gonna have Becca give them a list of these.

Me: Hank Green - A safe place in an unsafe world!
Becca: HE IS A SAFE PLACE IN AN UNSAFE WORLD

Hank Green. The power on your side.

I trust Hank Green.

My Hank Green beats everything.

The magic of Hank Green.

Don't play with fire, play with Hank Green.

Hank Green - spice up your life.

Anyone can handle Hank Green.

Hank Green, created by nature.

Me: AHA YES I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ONE
Me: Hank Green, pure lust.

John Green? Yes please.

Hallaluja, it's a John Green.

John Green - go for the game.

Me: John Green makes your day.
Me: Yes, usually.

Step into the light with John Green.

John Green - empowering people.

Break through with Hank Green.

The best Hank Green in the world!

Hank Green - it's like heaven!

Hank Green, to hell with the rest.

Live John Green.

John Green - today and tomorrow.

What is John Green?

3...2...1...John Green.

John Green, where success is at home.

John Green - your personal entertainer.

Me: Hank Green extra dry.
Me: WTF

Well, I was at it again. I can't tell you how fun Sloganizer is to me. I feel the need to share with the world:

Anything italicized is from Sloganizer.

Me: There's only one true FAIL!
Me: And that's Mr. Blobby.

Every Johnny Marr has a story.

Me: ROFL THIS IS PUNDERFUL
Me: Heal the world with Johnny Marr!
Me: CAUSE HE'S IN THE HEALERS
LOL

I lost weight with Johnny Marr

Me: Hey Becca, See you at Johnny Marr.

Johnny Marr is my sport.

Make yourself at home with Johnny Marr.

Me: Bigger. Better. Johnny Marr.
Becca: LOLOLOLOL

No Johnny Marr, no kiss.

Johnny Marr, whiter than the whitest!

Johnny Marr, since 1845.

Naughty Little Johnny Marr LOL

Becca: Is it sad how much thought I'm putting into these peeps?
Me: lol, no it's not.
Me: but this is sad
Me: Johnny Marr - You see this name, you think dirty.

Johnny Marr, I want it all.

Johnny Marr is the only way to be happy.

     Yesterday it became apparent to me that my being in the marching band makes absolutely no sense. the ideology of marching band goes completely against my entire being. It all started when Jake said this: "Practice does not make perfect. Practice makes permanent. Perfect practice makes perfect," or something to that effect. He then went on to talk about how we need to practice perfectly and how we need to make everything 100% and all that. It's such a black and white organization, and I'm such a grey area person. i don't believe in perfect. I don't believe anything can be perfect; there is no such thing. We cannot even define the word perfect. Seriously, you try and define it. The only possible way there is to describe perfect is "perfect" (or without flaws, I suppose, but we all know that's unachievable, since flaws are subjective), and therefore, it is a clever euphemism we humans have devised for "you gave it your best, but it's still not good enough, which is okay because nothing ever is." Even in whatever moments may seem "perfect," there is inevitably something lurking in the back of your mind, just inconspicuously gnawing away at you. As Oscar Wilde once said, there may be pain hiding behind happiness or joy, but sorrow and despair are always pure emotion. So unless you're terribly masochistic, perfection is non-existent, Jake.
     Also, I sort of think that marching is an insult to the music. Isn't music supposed to be the core of a marching band? It's like someone decided "this suite isn't exciting enough, let's make pretty designs on a football field and have girls wave flags around while we play it." I just don't like the militaristic aspect of it. This is music. It's supposed to come from the heart, and it's supposed to mean something. It's not supposed to be so rigid, and uptight. It's supposed to move people - and not in unison on a football field. I'm uncoordinated. I have to either sacrifice the music or sacrifice the drill, and odds are that I'm going to sacrifice the drill.

     On a completely different note, but still somehow connected because is was pseudo-philosophical and kind of sad, I was watching Mythbusters today with Jim and my brother, and they were blowing stuff up. Predictable. Steven and Jim were ecstatic. That got me wondering, why are people (especially American males) obsessed with explosions? Is it simply a matter of aesthetics, like how beauty is measured in height of cheekbones, which still makes no sense to me, or is it something deeper? Jim seemed to think that it was the former. Why is it that we love destruction so much? It's not just explosions that excite people; any sort of destruction will draw a crowd: demolition, a car crash, etc. Is it because we are born with an inherent love for the destruction of other matter? Are we all, on some level, interested in destruction because we want to be a part of it? Is it human nature to hate and destroy others because we secretly wish to destroy ourselves? For that matter, are those of us who are aware of our self loathing less prone to the destruction of other things, or more? Is this why intelligent people always seem to be depressed, because they are bright enough to be aware of this aspect of human nature?

     I don't know. But one thing I do know is, hot damn there were a lot of questions in that paragraph.

     In other news: I got an iBook, I'm dead exhausted from everything, and I'm really fucking pissed off at everything, but that's a story for another entry.

     In 2003, a group of men from Philidelphia, Pennsylvania banded (no pun intended) together to shatter the windows of the music industry. Ryan Kattner, Christopher Powell, Russell Higbee, Christopher Shar and Billy Dufala adopted pseudonyms, and in come cases, killer mustaches, and formed the musical anomaly Man Man (before deciding on this name, the band had been called Gamelon and Magic Blood). Reincarnated as Honus Honus, Pow Pow, Critter Crat, Sergei Sogay and Chang Wang, respectively, the quintet released their debut album, The Man In a Blue Turban With a Face. The band did not recieve much attention, and remains quite obscure until their 2006 release Six Demon Bag. The track "10 lb. Mustache" was used in a Nike commercial, while both "Feathers" and "Engwish Bwudd" appeared in season 3, episode 8 of the show "Weeds." 

     In 2007 they toured with Modest Mouse, attracting yet more attention. The five put on a cathartic, exuberant live show. When performing, they dress in completely white outfits, complete with war-paint.

     In 2008, Man Man released their latest album, Rabbit Habits.

     The band's sound has been described as "viking-vaudeville," and "manic gypsy-jazz," which really isn't all that far off. The bands biggest influences have been cited as Captain Beefheart and Tom Waits.

Recommended tracks: Top Drawer, 10 LB Mustache, Poor Jackie

    

     For the record, I can't stop laughing every time I see that commercial.

     I saw the Blair Witch Project last night. To be honest, it made me laugh hysterically in most parts. The whole movie was just ridiculous to me. Oh and the exact part I could actually confirm to myself that it was fake: when we see a close-up of Heather's hands and they're filthy save for her perfectly french-manicured fingernails. Anyway, the movie was ridiculous and it made me laugh. Especially that guy in the beginning with the fishing rod that looked like a cross between Rivers Cuomo, Napoleon Dynamite and a really tall Buddy Holly. Although I knew Mike was going to be my favorite when they were in the hotel room and he goes, "I've got a bag of Utz and a beer; I'm good," or something to that effect. And that whole hotel scene was like the perfect formula for rape. Two guys and a girl in a hotel room with the girl chugging beer. Nice. Actually, the whole movie was a perfect formula for rape. Out in the woods no one can hear you scream.

     Thom Yorke's voice sounds ethereal sometimes. Seriously.

     I just finished Perfect From Now On by John Sellers on Friday. It was fucking amazing. Becca and I proceeded to use the formulas in the back of the book to calculate the value of Weezer. It was 644, which I think was pretty good, compared to other artists Sellers calculated. Okay - I keep hearing things about the Dandy Warhols, and I don't get it. Finally, I've gotten the opportunity to listen to them, though, and they're actually very good. lol. Anyway, Perfect From Now On is amazing, and actually I just heard Built to Spill today, who released the album of the same name as the book, and I really like them. I'm sure that my reading of this book is going to contribute to my beginning to listen to Built to Spill, more Cure and Joy Division. lol. I swear to god, if I were a nearly-forty year old man, I'd be John Sellers. The Queen is Dead is the best album ever, thanks.

I have a splitting headache. Pandora has awful timing. Headache + Pixies = no. They're great though so I'll let it slide.

So I really want to start a band. Someday. But I want to do it right this time. This time I'm gonna wait for all the right pieces to fall into place. However, I come up with far too many band names a day to casually discard them. Here's my list of potential band names:

1. Sickly Sam
2. Sickly Sam & the ICU
3. Uggy Chubchub (LOL)
4 (sort of). This would be amazing if it wasn't so close to Panic! at the Disco: Panic on the Streets
5. Kilgore
6. The Chunky Dunkers (again, LOL)
7. The Creepers would be amazing, but apparently that's already a band.

Seriously, though, Uggy Chubchub would work cause it's one of those names you don't forget. It also has some sort of meaning: ugly chub-chub XD.

I love my random name coming up with. I'm like Mikey Way =D. Although I could never hope to be as cool.

     We all know that I can't go more than a month without trying to start a creative project, so here's what's going down:

     I'm starting a novel/novella, because it's just easier to write than a screenplay or anything else, and it's going to have a very loose structure, but ultimately it's going to be a Dante's inferno type story. Although I only have a rough idea of what Dante's Inferno is about, so I could be completely off. If I'm correct, and Dante's Inferno is about the layers of Hell, then that's roughly what my story is going to be about. HOWEVER, mine is going to be like, the seven layers of absurdium. See, the idea revolves loosely around one of my theories on death, which is that nobody's brain/psyche ever really dies, and when the body goes, our mind is stuck in an eternal state of lucid-dreaming. This also happens when you're about to die. This novel is about a kid who is about to die, I'm not sure if I'm going to have him die in the end yet.

     The main character, whose name will either be Jack, Doug, or Isaac, I haven't decided yet, is an extremely frail and sickly kid, who (for purely comedic purposes) passes out at band camp due to overexertion and heat exhaustion. Now, he's on the verge of death, because they just told him to sit out for a while instead of calling the proper authorities. Jack/Doug/Isaac, while sitting behind the bleachers, slips out of consciousness, and into what we'll call the seven layers of pandemonium, that being the levels of his own subconscious, which is a pretty fucked up place. Basically what I'm doing here is letting my subconscious run loose with creative energy, so it could either be a complete fuck up or it could be brilliant. Who knows exactly how creative I am? Because Lord knows I've had trouble coming up with ideas for things in the past. Honestly, I don't think this is going to make it past chapter one, but it was a good idea in theory.

     I also have this idea for a pseudo-handbook/collective book of rants called Loathing Your Peers: In Theory and In Practice. XD
I got the idea for that in the middle of my Algebra II class, which I absolutely despise. I think that would be more of a Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs thing. I think I could write that more easily, because it's difficult for me to stay on topic when I'm writing fiction. When I'm ranting because I'm angry, it could take days for me to get off topic. Really, I'm thinking about writing that completely seriously. Well, obviously not seriously, because that'd just make me a curmudgeon, but like, write it with intentions of people reading it/trying to get it published. Although I can't imagine a maintstream audience that would read a book like that. Well, actually, I could pitch it to the Nerdfighters. XD

     Well, this is certainly longer than I expected. Pip pip cheerio.

     I'd like to talk to you all about how much I hate marching band.

     Now, it's not like the season is all difficult right now and I'm frustrated and venting (which is also true, but not really). I was not looking forward to coming back this year. Yeah, it was fun last season, but I kind of hated it. I mean, the competitions were fun and everything, but really I just stayed in it because I felt like I belonged. For the first time, in that organization, I felt like I had a place and I was accepted. It didn't feel like that with anything else I had ever joined, not even drama club, where people insist I'm a valued member.

     So, I know what you're thinking: "Well, if you hate it so much, Paige, then why don't you quit?" I can't quit, because Mr. Burgess would FLIP A SHIT. This is the band director that made my friend switch out of her Shakespeare class to be in concert band. Granted, it's not like I'm the cream of the crop when it comes to marching/playing, but still I'm afraid he'd pop a sprocket.

     And again, I know what you're thinking: "If you quit, though, it won't be your problem if Mr. Burgess flips out." Again, you are wrong. It will be my problem because I'll have to see him every morning in symphonic band, which I could never quit. I love symphonic band. I'm really more cut out for it than marching band. I hate moving and playing. Also, I couldn't deal with the guilt of leaving the marching band now, when we're already into the season.

    I'm splitting this entry into two parts, because I want to do something else on Livejournal right now.  Part due coming in like, a minute.

For each question, answer with a quote or lyric that goes along with your answer to that question.
For example, if it asks for your favorite movie, answer with a quote from your favorite movie.
Then, your Friend List can guess which song/movie/etc your quote or lyric is from!

I found this on someone's journal and I decided to do this cause I fucking love these things.

1. What is your favorite television show?
"Oh, it's freaking hilarious. But is it professional? No."
Ghost Hunters

2. Who is your favorite television character?
"It's my timey wimey detector. It goes ding when there's stuff."
THE DOCTAHH - Dr Who

3. What was the last song you listened to?
"A dreaded sunny day,
so let's go where we're happy,
and I'll meet you at the cemetery gates.
Keats and Yates are on your side."

4. What song are you currently addicted to?
"Hello, I am the ghost of troubled Joe,
hung by his pretty white neck
some eighteen months ago.
I traveled to a mystical time zone,
and I missed my bed,
and I soon came home."

OR

"I just got a message saying
Hell has frozen over.
I got a message from the lord,
he said 'Hey boy get a sweater, right now.'
Does anybody know a way
that a body could get away?
does anybody know a way?

5. What is your favorite song?
"Gaze into her killing jar;
I'm sometimes stare for hours.
She even poked the holes so I can breathe."

6. What is your favorite band?
Right now, either:

"What she said,
'How come no one's noticed
that I'm dead, and decided
to bury me; God knows I'm ready.'
Ladadada, etc."

OR

"Faith, you're driving me away,
you do it every day.
You don't mean it,
but it hurts like hell.
My brain says I'm recieving pain,
a lack of oxygen
from my life support; my iron lung."

7. What is your favorite movie?
"I feel this great, great pressure coming down on me. It's constantly coming down on me. It's crushing me."
OR
"It's brilliant, being depressed. You can behave as badly as you like."
OR
"This place is FUCKED!"
OR
"Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken!!"

8. Who is your favorite movie character?
"See, this morning, my brother got his arm caught in the microwave, and my grandmother...FREAKED OUT, and dropped acid, then she hijacked a school bus full of penguins... so yeah... it's kind of a family emergency."


9. What is the last movie you watched?
"I got to drop a serious Lincoln Log; where's the head, woman?!"


10. What is your favorite musical?
"I'm hysterical!! Don't touch me, I'm HYSTERICAL!!!"
The Producers

11. What song gets stuck in your head easiest?
"I backed my car into a cop car the other day.
He just drove off, sometimes life's okay.
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh what did I say?
Well you just laughed it off, it was all okay."


12. If your crush was going to serenade you, which song would you want him/her to sing to you?
"Hand in glove, the sun shines out of our behinds."

13. What is the last book you read?
I can't think of any quotes from it!! 


14. What is your favorite book?
"Fucking was how babies were made."/ "And so on."



15. Who is your favorite book character?
"Being alive is a crock of shit."

    I hate that whenever I read for an extended period of time it makes me want to write. Sadly, I have nothing to write about. Becca is entering the Bamboozle set-list contest, and if she were picked it would be absolutely AMAZING. She actually put Morrissey on the list. LOL (See last paragraph of previous entry T.T)

    That would be fucking amazing though. She's got Ludo, Modest Mouse, Man Man, Da Moz, Lily Allen, MCR, MSI, MSG (lulz), I wanna know why all these bands/singers/preservatives begin with L or M. Someone should look into that. Oh, Radiohead fail. You broke the chain. And Weezer. NINETIES BAND FAIL. MOTIF - YOU'RE DOIN' IT WRONG.

    Like I said to Becca earlier, I'd be like a kid in a laughing gas factory; that is if I don't fall over and have to go to the ER first.
If she wins that thing, I'm gonna wear a Smiths shirt to be mildly perturbing and/or adoring fan-like to Morrissey and/or Johnny Marr even though they're my fucking idols, and to win brownie points with Gerard. =D XD

     Cause I would. Just like I'd bring a coffee mug for him to sign.

    On a different note: An Abundance of Katherines (don't worry I'm not gonna spoil anything...) was really good. It was kinda like one of those typical teenage novels, but told by the perspective of the nerd. This is 100% likely because it was written by John Green.
Colin Singleton, you're my hero.

   

    I'm in the middle of writing my second summer reading essay, but I think it's time for a break. Of course, I'm in my school essay-writing mode, so this entry will most likely be a departure from my standard "I just made a Morrissey reference LOL" entries.

( This entry is obscenely lengthy. )

    Last night I was reading Everybody Hurts, when I came across a sentence in the fashion chapter stating that "emos love asymmetry." Conor Oberst doesn't. He believes in symmetry.

    I just wasted upwards of an hour watching Monty Python sketches on Youtube.

    Becca's 80's party is tonight and I'm fucking psyched. 80's + The Smiths + The Cure + The Misfits + Take on Me + Tainted Love + the inevitable playing of Karma Police + purple mesh + legwarmers + Guitar Hero Rocks the 80's + Singstar 80's + ridiculously long, non-mathematical equations = AMAZEMENT AND WONDER AND ABSOLUTE FRAWESOMENESS. Holy shit, I can't get enough of that video Becca posted of me from John's party XDDD. It's got really good editing, too. You'd think I was dancing to Still Ill, but that was edited in later: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xSwIriwQsc.

    I totally have to learn Johnny Marr's dance from that video of him and Morrissey dancing, and I have to do it at the party tonight. I fucking love the 80's. XDD

    What sucks is that I can't really update my iPod right now cause my computer fails... ah fuck it, I don't care if I lose some of the tracks on my ipod. I can fix it later. This way I can totally have the best 80's playlist ever. WHOOHOOOO!!