Day 14, 15 and 16. Along with some other things.

Day 14- A picture of you and your family.
This is my family and I on our cruise to the Bahamas.
It was quite a fun time.
Also the first vacation we had been on together in 19 years, I believe.





Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play.
This is so something that you are not going to want to sit through...
Alright, here goes nothing:



1. Creep (Acoustic) - Radiohead
(Unfortunately this version is edited.)



2. Baby, I Got Your Money (Cover) - Say Anything



(This cracks me up)



3.Damn You Looks Good And I'm Drunk (Scandalous) - Cobra Starship


(And this is definitely the first time I've ever heard this song.)

4. Whole Day Off (Live) - Oingo Boingo



(If you didn't know, this is Danny Elfman's band.)

5. We Are The Gothic Archies - Gothic Archies


(Gothic Archies singer is also in a band called The Magnetic Fields. Some of their music can be found in the TV show Queer as Folk. They also did the soundtrack for one of my favorite movies: Pieces of April.

6. Screaming at the Wailing Wall - Flogging Molly



(Flogging Molly. Not a whole lot to say here. Just good ol' Flogging Molly. Though, I was listening to them yesterday, so it is kind of funny that they turned up here.)

7.Group Sex - Cirlce Jerks


(Never listened to this song, either, to be honest. Well, not that I remember, at least.)

8. The Age of Pamparius - Turbonegro



(Another one that I've never listened to before. As you can see, my ipod doesn't get much use anymore...)

9. Horror Beach - Horrorpops



(These guys are wonderful live. I highly recommend seeing them, if you ever get the chance.)

10. Dance in the Sand - Shwayze



(Shwayze is so chill....)


Day 16- Another picture of yourself

Finally:

This Entire Society Needs Rehab.

There have been many many posts around the internet about the state of modern music.
We all know that it is god awful. We all know it is nothing but autotune. We all know that it takes little to no talent to "make it" in the musical world these days.
But there is no point in beating a dead horse.

THOUGH.

I would like to touch on it for just one moment.



Not only is music shitty as all hell,
but the majority of it is sending a wretched message.


It is amazing how even when someone isn't paying attention to what they're listening to, it still sticks in their mind.


I noticed this the other day while I was walking through Michael's.


In the process of purchasing leather string and clamps for jewlery, I heard a young girl, about 7; her brother, about 5; and her mother.

As I was making my selection, I heard the tiny girl's voice singing "Your love, your love, your love is my drug!"



This made me absolutely sick.

First off, that the girl was singing such a stupid thing, secondly, that the mother didn't tell her to shut her little mouth and keep such trash out of it, and thirdly, that her mother let her listen to that putrid, rancid shit in the first place.


Putrid.
rancid.
shit.



I guaruntee you that my children will NOT listen to such wretched music. Especially at that age.
Whether the song is about "love" or not, the last thing I want is my daughter to be admiring some coked out trashy whore or supporting her music.

I need to stop writing about this.
This sickens me.

Blogapella

Here for my 179th post, I would like to show my appreciation for a'capella music.
Now, I'm not talking about ONE chick that's trying to sing a Paramore song, nor am I referring to groups singing things like Stand By Me.
Usually I try to find a more modern song sung by a group. (preferably not on stage)
There are a few exceptions though.

Yes, a lot of times its pretty goofy sounding.
But good a'capella truly is...well...good.
(Just as bad a'capella is horrid.)
Rarely is there a middle ground, with the exception of comedic a'capella. (Run To The Hills by It's Super Effective, WHAT?)
Playing instruments truly takes a lot of skill, but I feel that orchestrating an a'capella piece takes a lot of coordination, since there are so many parts and voices involved.

My personal favorite would be the Bad Romance cover by the following group of gentlemen.


This newly discovered piece is another favorite.
(Along with a favorite song in general.)
Notice how he sounds almost EXACTLY like Sufjan.


Don't hate me for this one:


Despite the stupid bow on the one girl's head, and the even more stupid song selection, these girls really know how to pull it together.

*Disclaimer; I by no means support Justin Beiber or his fans.

Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah


This one took a lot of searching, as there were a lot of pretty bad covers of this song.



This one is pretty impressive also. Even though usually I don't go for male vocals sung by females


This was a toss-up between two:



and




This was a hard one to find a good version of.
Let me know if you find one that you feel is more impressive.
I liked this one.



If anyone can find an a'capella cover of a Flogging Molly song (that isn't a bunch of kids singing on cellphone quality in pirate costumes and stomping to the beat.), please send it to me.
(Though, the previously mentioned one was pretty cute.)

But I Can't Remember The Sound That You Found For Me.

Scene1: Camera pans to outside of a closed window. A girl, about 20 stands at the window looking outside at the rain. She turns her head to look back into the bedroom, through the doorway. A man, about 30 is seen sleeping on the couch, the television flickering. Girl turns and takes one last look outside before darting from the window.
Camera focuses on front door. Door opens, girl hurries outside, pulling on a coat and carrying a bag. She puts up her hood and runs down the sidewalk. Camera follows behind her.
She slows to a walk.

Scene2: (next day)Man is seen walking down the sidewalk. It is no longer raining.

Scene3: (next day)Girl sits on a bench on the sidewalk. Camera pans down the street to the house. The man is seen glancing out the window, curtains are pulled shut.


Scene4: The girl stands at the counter of a convenience store. Her hair is messy and her clothing is dirty. She counts coins in her hands and places them on the counter, taking her purchases. She leaves the store and walks outside, to what looks like an old factory. She enters the building and makes her way to sit on a crate.
(Nighttime)
The girl goes outside again. She sits on top of a car.
(Scene fades)

Scene5:(Flashback) Girl, in the house, sits at a kitchen table. The man arrives, carrying bags. He tosses them on the table, then sits on the couch, ignoring the girl. She stands to greet him, then begins removing groceries from the bags, putting them away.
(Scene fades)

Scene6: Return to girl on the car. a woman storms up to the car, silently screaming and waving her arms. The girl slides down and hurries away, brushing back her hair and wiping her eyes. She hurries back to the abandoned building and lays down on boxes, closing her eyes. Camera zooms on her face.
Screen fades, transitioning into a flashback. Camera zooms out from girl's face. She is laying , asleep, on the couch with the man, her head on his chest, his fingers in her hair.
Screen fades, transitioning back to abandoned building. the girl is falling asleep on the ground as the camera zooms out. Fade to black.

Like a little girl on a bed that was years ago deceased

Facebook:
4 friends have become a fan of God.
Become a fan!

Even God has a fanpage on facebook?
This confuses me a little bit. I wonder how often he updates...

Clicked 'next':
4 friends have become a fan of Jesus.
Become a fan!

Er...
Clicked 'next'

4 friends have become a fan of sleeping.
Become a fan!

So, my friends are fans of God, Jesus, and sleeping...this...seems odd...
"next"

...

C.S Lewis...4 friends are a fan of C.S. Lewis


Then, out of no where

4 friends are a fan of Seth Rogan.

So, Seth Rogan is right up there with God, Jesus, Sleeping and C.S Lewis.

And those were all the friend suggestions Facebook had for me. I think Facebook should mind it's own business and not make such drastic suggestions.
Way to be subtle, Facebook, then way to try and back pedal by throwing Seth Rogan in there.
You aren't fooling me.


Moving right along.
I have quite a bit of homework. It makes me laugh.

"Pipe 4 different designs, write Happy Birthday and put a border, make a marzipan rose"
That's my homework. Awesome.

So I'm going to do that now.


Holy shit...

Song:The Divine Suicide Of K
Band:Protest The Hero
Album:Kezia

The Divine Suicide Of K

Maybe Someday...

Today sucked. I'm not even going to lie. It really really did. It was alright until I got to class. At that point, it all just started falling downhill.

I had to make biscotti for my practical. I fucking hate biscotti. No one likes biscotti. Fuck biscotti. With my awesome phonetic skills, I successfully managed to misread and totally destroy the recipe by attempting to make chocolate chip biscotti instead of chocolate. Sooo I had to figure out how to somehow change chocolate chip into chocolate. Little did I realize that one require baking soda while the other required baking powder. And on top of all of this, the oven I used broke without my knowledge. Needless to say I had some really shitty biscotti. Needless to say, I failed my exam. Awesome. Two more to go, though.

After class I went to the gym again.
It was later this time, it was pretty full. As soon as I walked in the room, I instantly felt as if I had transformed from human to meat. I walked in, and I just wasn't even a person anymore. I ignored this and just put in my headphones and listened to my music while I ran and lifted weights. But I could still see the people just staring at me and watching me lift weights and just look at me in ways I really prefer to not be looked at in. I really made me feel like shit. I was actually a bit self conscious as I was lifting; not because I can't lift much, but just because I could tell how a lot of the guys were staring. It really made me feel shitty. I don't even take it as a compliment anymore.
And then of course, I had Broski and Beaver stop by to hang out a bit. A few lines were crossed with some things that were said. Starting with something that had happened one night when I had been drinking and did some ridiculous and regrettable things that I honestly did not know happened. And of course I had a few of those empty blank spaces in my mind were filled in about what really did happen that time. Nothing that I am happy about nor proud of, nor really wanted to remember. Especially aloud in a room full of other people that honestly did not need to know about all of that. Continuing on, I also learned that I was the fulfiller of a couple 'guy fantasies', which truth be told made me feel absolutely sick and disgusted with myself. Strangely, at this point i can understand why I look like a half-rack of spare ribs to someone.
I'm going to bed.
fuck it.




Do you remember how it was when you bled? When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept because Vesta's long been sleeping . And now you've come to accept that your anatomy defines more than a few of the gaping holes in our social fabric; more than a few one night stands, more than a few prison bars melted into wedding bands.
We've made you all the peasants and we've made ourselves the kings, our queens are still subordinate as an angel without wings .We make it easy to belong which means it's easy to be wrong "Put some plastic in your tits, and you'd look better as a blond." I remember when you were hopeful and you never thought your life would be lived inside a coffin with a moral sacrifice and a million social obligations, labels and expectations. You were young and modern seventeen in vogue and vague pursuit of a cosmopolitan dream. When you bled on the bed as you fed those expectations as a whore and not a human, you embraced with hesitation the very parameters of all you can be; not a mother, not an aunt, not a sister who's not subdued, because dignity's not physical and your flesh means more than you. I know we'll wake up one day with a gun to the back of our brains. You'll be asking for your rib and I'll smile and call you brave. Maybe someday when this bloody skull has dried I'll know our city is in ruins when our greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore where underneath, a plaque will read, "No woman is a whore."

Band: Protest The Hero
Song: Turn Soonest To The Sea
Album: Kezia

turn soonest to the sea - Protest the Hero

*edit
And I just found out that Protest The Hero is playing with The Number 12 Looks Like You in the city on May 9th. Hooooolllyyyyy shit. Forget going to see GWAR. I am saving all my money and trecking my ass down there. Best. Line-up. Ever. (Misery Signals, Scales The Summit, Falls From Grace will also be there.) Ohgodohgodohgod.

So Put On Those Clothes You Never Grew Into And Smile Like You Mean It For Once

Remember Eric Carl?


I read his books so much as a kid. he was awesome.
The Very Hungry Caterpillar (that book is actually about me...) and then The Grouchy Ladybug (also about me) Good stuff.










When the bus shelter windows and napkin-dispensers surprise with distorted reflections, it's never the someone you're hoping to recognize. When the rent is too high living here between reasons to live and you can't sleep alone and your memories groan and the borders of night start to give. When you can't save cash or conviction; you're broke and you're breaking - a tired shoelace or a wave. So long past, past-due. A new name for everything. When the one-ways collude with the map that you've folded wrong and the route you've abandoned is always the path you probably should be upon. When the bottle-cap ashtrays and intimate's ears are all full with results of your breaks and the threads of your fear are unfurled with the tiniest pull. One more time, try. Stand with your hands in your pockets and stare at the smudge of a newspaper sky and ask it to rain a new name for everything. Fire every phrase. They don't want to work for us anymore. Dot or Dash our days. Make your face the flag of a semaphore. All you won't show. The boxes you brought here and never unpacked are still patiently waiting to go. So put on those clothes you never grew into and smile like you mean it for once. If you come back, bring a new name for everything.


The Weakerthans

I Scratched The Empties, Desperate To Hear You Make The Sound That You Found For Me

Sounds Familiar

We emerge from youth all wide-eyed like the rest, shedding skin faster than our skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words, to meet and to define and to... but you must know the same games that we played in dirt, in dusty school yards has found a higher pitch and broader scale than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last, and one must bruise and one must fail. And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window, so we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole, and rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too. The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether. Pushed towards tired forms of self immolation that seemed so original. I must, we must never stop watching the sky with our hands in our pockets, stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut. Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows, and my voice will scratch to yell many more, but before I spill the things I mean to hide away, or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment, I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty; crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement.




Oh how I miss that band.

The Weakerthans. They always had something great, some strange song that made you think for a long time and gave some of the most perfect imagery. More poetry than music, yes?
They have an old song called Plea From A Cat Named Virtue
and it turns out that now they have one called Virtue The Cat Explains Her Departure
I just listened to it and oh my god it is so sad.
The first one, Plea... is (loosely) about a cat whose owner is just sinking into depression and self harm. Virtue, the cat, is trying to get him out of bed, trying to get him to play, things like that. In this next one, it seems like its the cat finally giving up because the owner doesn't take care of her anymore. Its a lot of symbolism and it sure is a killer.
But aside. That is all I have to say on that subject.


I need to paint my toenails.


And on a lighter note

Sounds familiar?
(in a very different way than the above stated "Sounds Familiar")
I love nerding out.





Ten points for me spelling everything right on the first try!

Soup&Pants&FriedRice&Cake&Icecream&Bubbles&CDs&Strippers

I must say that I thoroughly enjoy soup and pants day.
Sometimes during the week, my buddy Vlad and I will sit around and watch movies and just have a great time. Yesterday we just sat in my room and blew bubbles and listened to music and ate cereal. it was really an awesome time. We wrote a wall of funny things that have happened and that we have said. Then we took a whole bunch of pictures. Today he gave me a sheet of paper with all of them printed on it. It was really great.
Girls night was on Friday. That was really fun. My roommates and I just watched Knocked Up and sat around and ate icecream and talked and had a great time. Some kid gave me shrimp fried rice and it was fantastic.
And then, last night, I went to Zac's birthday party. It was pretty awesome. I got in a borderline fist-fight with Zac and am covered in bruises and rug burn, Van some how ended up naked in the kitchen as my friend/brother walked in, Chux's mom tried to get with me, I ended up covered in green icing, and I have a new-found love for baked ziti. It was a really great time. I made a mix CD for Zac and it is freaking awesome. it goes something like this:

1. Vampire Breath - Dr. Acula
2. Safety Song -Tsunami Bomb
3. Open Book - The Rakes
4. Time Bomb - Rancid
5. Love Demon - Los Gatos Locos
6. Brown Eyed Girl -Reel Big Fish
7. Julia - The Horrorpops
8. Gentlemen - mewithoutYou
9. Pretty Rave Girl - I Am X-Ray
10. The Beer - Kimya Dawson
11. Lean on Sheena - Bouncing Souls
12. I Can Walk On Water, I Can Fly - Basshunter
13. Hypnotized - Notorious B.I.G
14. Your Retro Career Melted - The Faint
15. Bruises - Chairlift
16. Darkwave Surfer -Aural Vampire
17. Days Go By - Dirty Vegas
18. Gunpowder: A Ballet -Dr. Manhattan
19. (this one was a secret song, I didn't write what it was on the list. its Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley)

Each song gets longer and longer as the CD goes on. its pretty awesome.

Then, this morning, I left from the party with Van and we went out to get breakfast. As I ate my sandwich, this old lady kept staring at me and wouldn't leave me alone. It was so incredibly frustrating and awkward. She kept looking at me as if I were the Antichrist or something similar. I nearly got up and started strip-dancing on her table, just to be obnoxious, but I didn't. Someday I will do something like that. but until then I shall sleep and it will be wonderful. Goodnight, blog.

OH! Today was Soup and Pants day, too and Vlad and I watched Stranger Than Fiction. Gotta love Maggie Gyllenhaal. She is delicious. A delicious ginger baker with tattoos. That will be me someday!

The Beer by Kimya Dawson

The beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off. You said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left eye, i said don't you mean pediddle? and i lit his house on fire. He came home on acid i was holding his shotgun. i was dressed like tina turner in beyond thunder dome. He said don't shoot, i said i won't i love you you're my friend. i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head. then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull, i got in my mazda and i drove to the mall. i got a big johnson shirt and some silicone tits, when i pulled out the tissues they were covered with shit. and the beer i had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine and the boom box on my shoulder was a box of clementines. i ate every single one without noticing the mold. you said "you're gross my darling", i said "no i'm rock and roll". even though i'd never ever been in a band i got cool as black ice tattooed on my hand. and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared of burning in hell well i was already there. and the beer i had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain and the beer i had for lunch was a bottle of night train and the beer i had for dinner was my crazy neighbor's pills. we had to sit down on skateboards jut to make it down the hill. then i peed my pants and you stole the groom's cigar and some old man made me watch him masturbate locked in his car. when i got back to the apartment you were face down on the floor. you said "don't go to bed yet let's go get a 64" and the beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam and a fifth of peach schnapps and some warm sunny d. and you said "bottoms up" just as i bottomed out. i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth. evan dando never planned on telling you the truth and your leonardo i.d. card is your fountain of youth. you can be a teenager for your whole fucking life, just find some pretty sucker and make that bitch your wife. i guess by now you all know my friends danny broke his neck, he was driving home from sirens when he got into a wreck. first i cried for him and then i cried for me, haunted by the ghost of the girl i used to be. but the rocks with holes are warm in my hands and i buried my toes in the hot hot sand and the silver pink pony kisses me and says "you've come a long, long way and you deserve to be really happy."

kimya

i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
wrestle the pestle for the sake of the mortar
i love as i breathe and leave as i live
my cast iron shield's a titanium sieve

and a castle that's built on confusion and doubt
is a nickel within and a dollar without
just when the shoes seem so big i can't win
i fill my own sneakers and take off again

i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
take all my pain and i mix it with water
it's sunny it's sweet and i don't purple stuff it
one day by the way i met little miss muffet

i blew my mind with the stuff that i taught her
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
i said if a spider should sit down beside you
tell him your name and then tell him the truth

a great hairy spider appeared there and then
and the holes in my soul started letting in wind
i felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter

she said i'm miss muffet i'm very afraid
but something inside me is making me stay
i know deep down that if i run away
i'll just meet more spiders and still feel the same

the spider he smiled and said how is this true
when i am so terribly smaller than you?
my web it just went in the way the wind blew
what i was in for i hadn't a clue

he touched her face gently with six of his legs
and licked from her chin a speck of curds and whey
when i was certain they'd both be okay
i tightened my laces and i walked away

as i walked away i was feeling excluded
wishing my impulses weren't diluted
the muscle i hustle is real for my friends
but the muscle i keep for myself is pretend

i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
travel the land and i live like a martyr
the things that i do aren't the things that i teach
if i spend my time practicing when will i preach?

i do what i must as you do what you oughta
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
take all my pain and mix it with water
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter

i'm lost and alone and i'm fair and i'm free
you am what you is and i are who i be
what i'm lacking in strength i make up for in smarts
you keep your stability i'll keep my heart

fear finds october emotions are juices
beat around bushes and make up excuses
go out for ceruleans come home with chartreuses
snip and cut bonsais and turn them to spruces

miss muffet called me and she said don't cry
real friends are friends until after they die
still i romanticize all this disorder
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
hop the next bus and run for the border
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter
give you my life if you give me a quarter
i am the wanderer's wandering daughter

so long it's been good to know ya
so long it's been good to know ya
so long it's been good to know ya
i've got to be moving along

"Don't be so humble - you are not that great."

I've come to realize that the people I admire most are complete assholes. For my writing class we have to write two papers on a person. One with good things about them, another with bad things. We had to pick three different people then narrow it down to the one that would be the best. My choices were:



Jimmy Urine
Marilyn Manson
Andy Warhol




Now, if those people aren't a couple of the biggest assholes you've ever heard of, then I am sorry that you have had to deal with more. Let us observe.



Jimmy Urine, who is known for kissing his fans for money, asking them for cash, and also for them to buy him things. Jimmy knows, and uses to his advantage, the fact that his fans will do just about anything. While I was at an MSI show, he took his microphone and claimed it to be magical because he could use it to make people do anything. And he proved his point by getting the entire audience to bark like several different sized dogs, meow like cats, and make buffalo noises, later says "Ah! So that's what those fuckers sound like!" He has admitted that his blatant disrespect for the crowd is simply for his own entertainment. Firing strings of insults into his screaming audience seems to get them more fired up. Perhaps "Mindless" really is a great word to used. He truly is an asshole and an amazing con artist. Though he seems to be lacking in intelligence, that is quite the misconception, considering that he has successfully gotten millions of people to practically bow at his feet, despite the distasteful things he does. And THAT is why I find him fantastic.

"Buy lots of our stuff. Give me some money, stop making more bands. Make an animated series I like to watch instead."

Marilyn Manson is an asshole on an entirely different level. Manson has an intimidating intelligence that give him the ability to put almost anyone in their place. His sense of humor is one that is undetectably sardonic. He tends to take the anti society route other than the anti-musician route. His way of going about things is incredibly offensive in a way that somehow manages to make the ones who are offended look bad. His words and actions reflect his dislike of society, the American way of thinking, and the general monotony of the public. He is an asshole, but for the right reasons.

"Anybody intelligent enough to realize what America is, is not going to sit
around and do nothing about it. They're going to be the same way that I am.
They're going to be the same way our fans are. They're going to be pissed."

Andy Warhol could almost be called an anti-artist. Though not part of Dada, Warhol had a way of showing people that everything could be bought, that money could fuel anything, and that to him, art was unnecessary while being completely necessary. No only could his painting be considered ridiculous and boring, but also his films. Warhol's film Eat is a 45 minute film that consists of nothing more than a man eating a mushroom.
Warhol took polar opposite things and made them equal. Two of his most famous paintings are a picture of Marilyn Monroe and a picture of a Campbell's soup can. Both vastly different, but both made equal. Andy Warhol considered money to be incredibly important. To him, making money was art and having a good business was the best kind of art. He admitted to being a 'deeply superficial person" and wanting to be "plastic". His vain love of money, his infatuation with the boring, and his ability to con people into eventually thinking that something as simple as a soup can could be art is really what made him an artist. And an asshole.

"I'd asked around 10 or 15 people for suggestions. Finally one lady friend asked
the right question, 'Well, what do you love most?' That's how I started painting
money. "

Now, these people are not the typical kind of asshole that just cut people off while driving or don't tip (though I wouldn't put it past some of them...), they're the kind of people that others see as assholes because of how they blatantly surface controversial and dist respectful viewpoints simply to stir other up. Each did it for his own separate reason, and each reason has a lot of truth behind it. Whether a pop artist, musical artist, or performance artist, each is a con artist and in the end, a brilliant, brilliant asshole.

LOOK! GRANDMA'S UP TO BAT!

My dad got my mom a Wii for Christmas. And I'm happy about that. I couldn't really afford to get anyone anything good this year, and I feel bad. I would have bought that Wii if I had the money to , but I just don't. I was going to do it anyway, but Mom probably would have returned it. So I got her a Carrie Underwood CD and I got my dad a book and some candy. They seemed to like that... so that's good. The games are pretty cool, even though it is a Nintendo... (Here is where you're supposed to imagine a menacing glare.)
My mom seemed to really like it. She played for a few hours, actually. Then made dinner. Then played more. Haha. The best part is that you can make little characters to look like you, or however you want, So we made them look like my mom, my dad, my grandma and grandpa, our neighbor friends, and then I made them look like the guys from My Chemical Romance, and the band members from Mindless Self Indulgence. I must say that it is pretty hilarious seeing my grandmother step up to bat, hit a double, and then see Gerard Way dive for the ball. It seems like its going to be a fun system to have.


They got me a lot of nice things, too. Lots of winter clothes, which is good because I don't have any at all. I only have short sleeve clothes and all of my jeans are three years old, at least. So that was really nice. And they got me books. I love books. It doesn't seem like it really, because I don't seem like a very smart person, but I actually really like reading. I got The Great Gatsby, The Old Man and the Sea, The Chocolate War, and Nick And Norah's Infinite Play List. My friend Julie told me that Nick and Norah's... is a good book, so I guess I'll see. I'm just happy that I got The Great Gatsby. I also got a handful of Cd's, which is always perfect, Got Famous Monsters by The Misfits! It has all the songs that they sung at the concert, so it's wonderful. I got a few others things too, but I don't really find it necessary to talk about all of it, because honestly I feel guilty that I couldn't get everyone nicer things. I had almost 15 people to shop for and I really just don't have the money to buy all of that. Hopefully I'll get a good job and makes good money and be able to buy people cool things. I don't know. Or maybe I'll just have to make people presents for the rest of my life? We'll see...

To Feel Cozy, Surrounded By Cats

Let me just make a big huge fat musical recommendation and tell every person that ever takes a glance at this blog to listen to Dr. Manhattan.

I wore their shirt yesterday and was listening to them, and the more I listen to them, the more I like them. They really are the coolest band.

I saw them live over the summer and had the pleasure of meeting them all. And then I bought their album and a T-Shirt and they were kind enough to sign my shirt. So its pretty much my favorite shirt ever. AND its neon orange. Totally freakin sweet.

In their pit, their fans dance. Just dance. Like normal people. Okay, some of them wear backpacks and stuff. But that's okay. It's fantastic.

So everyone go listen to Dr. Manhattan. They're grand.

http://www.myspace.com/drmanhattan

Die, Die, Die, My Darling

I would like to quickly write about my moshing experiences.

I've been in quite a few pits. I've had my share of injuries, and I've inflicted quite a few also.

Now, this Misfits show was the first honest-to-blog punk show I've ever been to, with the exception of Warped Tour and Mindless Self Indulgence. (But MSI is a genre within itself, so they don't count.)

I must say that I really really hate punk shows.

Don't get me wrong. It was freaking amazing. It was the most fun I've had in a long time, and it was a spectacular show, but really, I hate those god damned dancers.

I can't stand those assholes that swing their arms around like baboons, charge around like rhinoceros, and act like animals. I can;t stand it. It seems like they go into a pit to hurt each other, not to have a good time. Hell, I'd rather be in a hardcore pit, because at least they just windmill and circle. They don't charge around like raging retards. In the metal pits, there is just a bunch of jumping and throwing and shoving. You generally don't have to worry about getting punched in the throat unless you're doing something stupid. These punk assholes just like to throw their fists around, I think.

Thankfully there wasn't too much of that for the Misfits, just a lot of crowd surfing and bouncing about. But my god. There was a band called You And What Army and my god, I just wanted to nuke the whole damn crowd because they were just being asses. Some dumb ass decided to wear a leather vest and the entire back of it was covered in metal spikes. He looked like a meat tenderizer. And he just charged around like he was after a matador and he looked like an ignorant douchbag.

Now, they were more on the hardcore side than on the punk side.

But holy shit. I doubt I will ever go into a punk pit. They're just pointless.

Though I will always love punk music more than anything else, I'm going to have to go toward the metal side when it comes to pits.

Jerry Be Praised

I will state that the Misfits concert was a success.

One of the best days of my life.

That is usually how it is when I go to concerts. I always have the best days of my life when I go to concerts. This was no exception. This, although not the best concert I've ever seen, may have been my best concert experience.

There were about nine different bands there. I saw...8 of them...7 of them, I think. Two stages. Not much running back and forth, which was good.

The Misfits went on at 11 PM. Last band to go. And oh was it worth it!

They played a ton of songs, I knew most of them. Unfortunately they did not play Saturday Night like I had hoped, but they did play Helena and Last Caress. Along with Astro Zombies and Forbidden Zone. So it was definitely exciting.

While they were on, I ended up literally throwing at least 7 different people. Some kids just don't know how to act. So I feel the need to teach them. They get a hands on learning experience. Which also means getting their face thrown into the ground. Then they learn.

Yay!

I understand that everyone goes just to see the band and everyone pays to go see them, but that does NOT mean that its okay for them to act like an asshole to other people, that paid the same amount of money to see them same band. That is a problem, to me.

I'm good at fixing problems.

BUT!
The plethora of assholes was well worth the end results.

As I stood in the crowd, not too far from the stage, I grinned like a fool and danced. No moshing for me. I go to see the band, not to get beat up. I only do that if I don't know the bands well, so its usually in the opening. There will be more on moshing later.

But I stood and I grinned and as I did, Mr. Jerry Only kept looking over at me. Throughout the entire show he pointed at me, gestured to me, tried to get me to sing (which I did), threw his water on me, and at one point even smiled when I did. this was good. Eye contact was held throughout most of the show.

After they played their last song, Jerry stayed on stage and walked around, shaking hands and signing things. I looked around to see that everything I had was black. Nothing to sign. This was a problem. After deciding it would be too trashy to have him sign my bra, I realized that my shirt was two layered. A white under layer. Of course I ripped off part of it with my teeth and scurried up to the front of the pit. I stood and smiled up at him. He noticed. I've gotten good at this. He then walked over to me and asked how I was doing. I said "fantastic". He then took my scrap of fabric and signed it. As I was getting ready to walk away, he said "wait!" I stopped and looked up again. He then reached up to his face and rubbed some of his black eye makeup off onto his finger. Without skipping a beat he then leaned forward and smeared it on my forehead.

I have been blessed by Jerry Only.

EEEEP! EEP! EEP! EEP!

Now I can die in peace.

I Am Willing To Let The Jetset Life Kill Me

Its been a few days. I've been sick. It blows. Ah well.

I have two goals. Two major goals. One being bigger than the other.

1. Go see the Misfits this weekend. I really need to go get tickets and find someone to go with, but at this point, I'd walk to the venue and go by myself. Its important. Sure it is fun to go to shows with friends and cheer and have a great time, but I really go to see the band, not make conversation. Maybe that sounds really horrible, but if I wanted to just hang out with my friends, a concert would not be the best place...I'd say pick somewhere like the Starbucks in Barns And Noble or something. Or maybe a pool-hall? I don't know. When I go to a concert, I got for the music and the music ONLY.
But anyway. The Misfits are the last band I need to see before I die. Yeah, sure, there are other ones that I wouldn't mind seeing, such as Wu-Tang,The Weakerthans, Leathermouth, Dr. Acula, Marilyn Manson and Protest The Hero, but they really aren't 100% necessary. I've already seen all the other ones I needed to (My Chemical Romance, Queen, Mindless Self Indulgence, Spice Girls [hell yes.], Horrorpops [Hell Yeah!], Taking Back Sunday and mewithoutYou.) some more than once. There have been bands that I was supposed to see up to five times (cough, My Chemical Romance) but things went horribly wrong. (Such as mothers thinking they were a bad influence [funny now she likes them and we listen to them in the car], food poisoning, fear that they were going to drop dead at the show AFTER the food poisoning, outrageous snow and the inability to get there. Thankfully I FINALLY made it to two of their shows. And now that I live in two different places, I'll get to see them a few more times when they start touring again. Oh shit. Tangent.)
Damn. Where was I?
OH! Bands.
I really do love the Misfits. There is something slightly 'b-movie" about them and it's fantastic. Who would think? They really are the last band I need to see before I die. With my luck, I'll get struck by lightning as soon as I stepped out of the venue. But I think I'd be okay with that.


Next on the list:


2. Get a role in The Umbrella Academy movie. I would go to ridiculous lengths just to get a walk-on. RIDICULOUS. Though I would LOVE to play The Rumor. But, I can deal with walk on or extra. Or even just scooting around the set with a tray of little sandwiches and redbull for the cast. I don't care.

I honestly think that I am supposed to be acting. I really do. I miss it so much and its something that is continuously changing. When you act, you're never just doing the same thing. Its always something different. And that's perfect for someone like me who can't sit still. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy cooking and baking. This is the profession that will keep me going and stable and guarantee a career for me in the future. Though, I would love more than anything to act.
I think I'm going to finish my associates in baking, then go on to do acting instead, because that it what I really want to do. I just feel like if I stop with culinary now, I'll never really get the job. I'll be stuck doing something I hate. I feel like this is what will help me get by in life. Unless I somehow become a famous actress. And we all know how likely that is. I don't know. I wish it weren't so out of reach. Being a train-ride away from Manhattan is fantastic, only problem is that it makes me that much farther from LA. Maybe someone with great connections will stumble upon this or something. If someone ever contacted me about acting in a feature film, I would drop everything but my pants and hop on the next plane to whatever location.

Hell, I would even miss the Misfits show.