The Hot List!

i will now proceed to copy allison and make a list of things that are hot with me right now. i will call it the hot list.

1. skippy's superchunk peanut butter
2. the above combined with raspberry jam (NOT jelly) to make pb and js/once again making my own school lunches
3. new wave/post punk
4. mid 90's epitaph punk bands (pennywise, good rancid albums)
5. the legend of zelda: ocarina of time
6. sudden influx of good local bands (beneath the tide, the paramedics, the deans)
7. Donnie Darko time of year. It was a year ago tomorrow i saw it. I rented the director's cut saturday and was totally thrown off by the soundtrack changes. The new opening is cool with the INXS song but i was so used to associating it with "The Killing Moon" by Echo. Oh well.
8. newfound interest in girls (again)
9. money
   
10. studying/sudden learning how to do (FLASH CARDS, SHIT!)
    

Gumball Superheros Abound, I am, I watch.

i will be a superhero, fast acting and easily digestable for peers. i will be a dick, so be it! i am a cynic, but oh! i need to be heard. i will open eyes and ears, coming up through your feet, and marching on and on and on until my work is done. eta: then/now/soon.
I WILL ERRADICATE:

• this
• that
• (fill with whatever you are so enamored with)

i am a square. i will never feel content, and when i do, it will be brief for i never like to settle down. i will always convince myself "it is not my place to talk about that or even be in the presence of _____ any longer". up and go. i am secluded, self imposed social exile but just enough so you don't forget, i am that bramble that is stuck to your shorts for three years until you outgrow them and move onto something alot better. but also, i am free from obligation. i need to leave my schedule open, something might come up. i dont want to dissapoint. youre my man on the inside. all of you.

my sister and, we make beautiful music. so suprisingly, AGCS battle of the bands was an awesome time. there were exactly four good musical groups, and some fabulous breakdowns, and wonderful times had for all. all underneath ugly flourescent and on top of yellowing 30+ year old carpet.

holding it down in mosh city, pennsylvania (because we just are really intensely hardxmoshcore):

• Myself
• Triple D HxC-DannyDonnyDennis (creative, no?)
• Drew
• Andrew Peters
• Cameron Woodrig Himself
• Christian (who is taking on the number one counterstrike team in the world as we speak!)

we looked like apes. we acted like douches. we represented our friends. we did what we had to do. speaking of camwood, i saw a girl who looked just like him. same EVERYTHING. i asked if she was his sister and she said no but they dated. hm.

this is my entry about my life. my next entry is about everything else.

The Unceasing Picking of my Nose

i have begun my college search which will be of epic proportions. im not entirely sure why i have started thinking about college and actually researching schools (courtesy of wikipedia), and it's probably stupid. the only reason i could fathom would be sheer boredom coming around at 10:30, and the arrival of my mother. im keen on bard, haverford, temple (ah slackerdom), mary washington possibly, NYU, but that looks doubtful. considering its 40 grand out of state. yeah.

in other news.
okay, okay I READ ELLEGIRL, okay? i love that magazine. it's amazing. and it helps me get into the minds of...girls. teenage ones. and hey the staff doesnt like half bad music. im in possesion of the music issue, where they talk about riot grrrl, interview sleater kinney, redwalls photo journal, and soooooo on. i love ellegirl, oh jesus. it's better than the new spin anyway.

a guessing game?
try this on for size. a fucking -------- -----?!?! okay local teenagers, what possibly could have taken hold of your brains to make you want to do something so incredibly out of age, something so white collar, something so wannabeish, something so typical of the OC/laguna beach meaning it is automatically up for the title of "totally cliche". except its not quite cliche, it's just stupid. i wish i could go into more detail without offending anyone.

one who will simply be called spoony here has gone and trolled leslie reids livejournal. she had it coming! bitch is floatin' in denial, taking over someone i have enjoyed the company of since sixth grade, and thinks i am still infatuated with her. lets all give him a round of applause, check it out here.


a heartbreaking work of staggering genius is truly great. its not amazing. its not coming of age. its just a great, self-pitying/self-loathing piece of work that is extremely well written and funny.





yes.


goodnight.

America Loves Cliffhangers!

l-steezy: i didnt say it was better. hello nasty is like my second favorite rap record ever. but the best since, yeah. as far as white rap goes we've had...eminem.

america loves cliffhangers and i just wonder why. america also loves "dancing with the stars". "american idol" is understandable, we can get our giggles from the funny highlight reels of shitty hicks in various cities. i find no humor or entertainment in "dancing...". someone please tell me what im missing.

i will take this time out to praise evan dando. evan dando has audiofied spring to an unbelievable t. he is only matched by saves the day in recreating lush green grass and picnics and bike rides into a form that can be squeezed through headphone wires or played on the car stereo. whether it be with hate your friends, fierce punk that makes me wanna skateboard real fast, or come on feel the lemonheads which i would listen to and think maybe tomorrow i'll talk to the girl who sat in front of me on the bus. hes just a good songwriter.

i am unrelenting and i will not give in! fuck!

bye

IMPACT!!

prepare: saturday beneath the tide will we recording a very rough edged recording. in my basement. it will be intense. it will be harsh. there will be squelching fucking feedback. i love squelching fucking feedback. when i hear squelching feedback in a breakdown, i instantly get the urge to stop what im doing and dance, much like that comeback kid video for wake of the dead. it's pretty bad you need to see it, here. you need to quicktime to open it, prepare to laugh really really hard like.

the tom green rap record, prepare for impact. let me tell you, it's awesome. its like eric b.'s turntable skills meets, well, tom green. it's not like overly comedic or anything, alot of it has a really serious tone. it's not novel, either. it's better than anything eminem has done, the biggest white rap triumph since paul's boutique or hello nasty.

my computer is all messed up, something more interesting tomorrow. bye.

Puff Daddy Blowjob Movement

once again, please if youre going to comment, leave your name. i appreciate what you have to say, i don't care who you are. but i don't think being philosophical makes me 15 going on 25. i was thinking more along the lines of getting drunk whenever possible, being in "love", and the fact that 49.8% percent of kids 14+ have given or received oral sex.

anyway, there is no perfect song than "puff daddy blowjob movement" (speaking of blowjobs) by the spinto band (wilmington's own). it's on their good answer E.P. and consists of the slurry telling of several stories about spring time by someone i don't think is in the band, over top of music that reminds me of "belong" by R.E.M.

Story One:
the narrator and finney mcgillis are walking around a store. mcgillis wants a reeses (the narrator thinks) so he takes out 80 cents and goes to the cash register. the cash person is taken aback "and does not know what to do about it". finney eventually buys the candy, and they begin walking down a street. finney spots a sign.

segue to chorus-puff daddy! youre gonna give me a blow, youre gonna suck me low.

Story Two:
narrator says story one cant compare to this. narrator and his friend hobbert walk to the baseball fields. "it was a, a glorious time"(this makes me think of the KAU fields in kennett for some reason). there's just like, people everywhere.

segue to chorus-puff daddy, puff daddy. youre gonna give me a blow. youre gonna suck me low. oh baby, oh you know! you dunno! you dunno! you dunno!

Story Three:
"Guys, you dunno what im going through. Like, I've got this problem like...dickie smalls? or something...it's like always coming into my house when i don't want it to! I don't understand it. Then i just look up right behind the sky and i know everythings going to be okay" (at this point the most glorious, enlightening feeling fills your body and makes your shoulders tingle).

chorus-puff daddy, blowjob business, etc. it's hard to care, this song is just so good by now.

"Oh man, deedee dog...I don't think he'll ever learn".

glorious guitar solo, drum fills. chorus, faaaaaade out.
these stories really make my day complete, and itch for spring time.

PS-myspace is creepy. i decided to search for this girl i met on the cruise who was very strange. i hung out with her for two nights, her and her brother. she was pretty cool though, she liked the dresden dolls and the decemberists. she said she was 18 and a freshman at RISD. well on the lat night she tells me shes 24 and working at some architectural firm in providence. so tonight i look for laurens within five miles of providence, and low and behold! shes staring at me on the fifth page. weird.

28 Days, 28 Shows

i love hardcore punk so much. friday night my sister, kellogg and myself went to the first unitarian church to see the explosion and modern life is war. it was my first time at the church and i really liked the place. but anyway i didnt have much interest in modern life is war, but as soon as they took the stage i was sucked into the mass power machine that is their music. squeezed my way up front, screamed random syllables pretending i knew the lyrcs (everyone else did), and hoped to god their vocalist didnt give me the mic. well that is until they played "nervous breakdown" by black flag, which i welcomed the mic with my raised fist and got it on two occasions. their sound is really original and great which is saying something. we went to wawa after their set, causing us to miss the panic reunion. no biggie. the explosion were pretty excellent, just great anthemic straightforward boston punk. i got backhanded in the eye once, got the mic five times (+) and my sister was really enjoying herself.

reasons why i love hardcore punk

• it's simple
• it's original
• it's angry
• it's anti-commercial
• most hardcore punk bands would not go to starbucks
• they practice what they preach
• they preach good things
• they are not afraid
• minor threat
• black flag
• rites of spring
• descendents
• husker du

fuck starbucks, dude. fuck people who say they hate someone then THEN they go and hang out with them all the time then complain to you some more about how much they hate them.

Please Stunt Growth\\filepathinvalid

i think everyone is trying to make themselves more mature than they are, or trying to deal with things on an older level, or acting like theyve been through alot when really we're all just kids. if youre not a senior that is, then you have excuses. i dont see why everyone has to act so exhausted with the past or people or things. if youve only been here 16 or less years how the fuck are you going to feel 20 years from now? its all just a put on then, i dont know. im not buying it. im not selling it.

and jesus fucking christ kids if you dont live in delaware dont mention it. delaware sucks. no one cares about it anyway.

This Is It

hm. look im glad to not really have friends. and it doesnt matter anyway because no matter what anyone says, i've been replaced by people. i just thought id get this out of the way. i think its stupid that everyone so fears change, or never bothers to look around and see the things they dont like. i think thats fear, partly. if you dont accept change, ignore it, or never look at the negatives how can you possibly progress?

im going to see the explosion tomorrow night. punk shows are always fun. its better than fucking hidden and plain view with special unoriginal openers at the grange. that music is such junk, i hate it.

one good thing about winter is the sky. nothing beats an empty winter sky.

why do people (girls) find such joy in wearing coats in the winter?
let's hope the next girl who gives me their number does it in cursive.

wonderful insights:
www.tomgreen.com
www.steveswebpage.com (though defunct)

does anyone know who made knux joel (aim) is?

The Headmaster Ritual

the idea of a girlfriend or a companion (female) is all of a sudden incredibly appealing to me. i think as i meet more new people the time is going to come. i feel like steveo in SLC punk, all washed up and just like nowhere to go anymore, nothing is happening for me, so im waiting for that girl to come around like the one he met at the party. she just instantly sums him up when he sits down on the couch next to her, itd just be too perfect. i dont know i dont want to get too idealistic. im reading how soon is never, its really great.


the perks of being a wallflower is overrated.

Ceiling Fan In My Spoon

things are getting nicer. i just feel better about alot of things. i just can't wait for fucking april, daylight savings time and everything is green. that's the best really, i really love life when it's green. i just finished about a boy, which i thought was really interesting. it was just nice, i dont know. all nick hornby stuff is just so solid and so perfect, theyre so complete. i got a peacoat at j crew today, on sale. its pretty nice. i wish my shoulders werent so big. this post is completely useless. i won the mc-303 auction, i am so excited.

wow that was really really dumb.
goodnight

Ima EXplode

tonight i was feeling especially serious, sparking an urge to talk seriousness. am i contradicting myself in wanting to savor youth and then taking things too seriously? discuss. ive been bidding for this mc-303 groovebox and i really hope i win. its going to be an awesome tool and we're going to make some wild tunes with it. thats all for now, i think.

One MORE thing

"sister" who i am led to believe would be exactly that: my sister mimi. i do not complain about how no one wants to hang out.

Another Note (Third? In A Continuing Saga)

in my last post i was simply talking about an issue. i wasn't trying to make wrong between any friends, i wasn't trying to be a dick, i wasn't complaining. i was just writing about a little noteworthy twist and what i thought about it. in essence it doesnt harm ANYONE except nick barba, but not really. you are an idiot if you think im talking trash on anyone (minus n.b.). i didn't mention any names. all i was doing was putting down my thoughts about a story i heard from someone that may have been a little inaccurate, but harmless all the same. jesus christ. i don't hate anyone i was talking about. don't hate on me. well you can. but i won't care and im not deleting a blog just at the urging of several people with a misunderstanding of what i was putting forth.

jesus goddamn christ, world.

Controversey

for about an hour i was fearing the collapse of the entire universe was emminent when i heard that two best friends (bffaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeae loved like sisters) had stopped talking over nick barba. firstly, these two friends had to my knowledge never been in a fight. this was almost refreshing news, being that they are to a point disgustingly close [this will make people mad, i am sorry, but it's not like anyone is reading this anyhow]. secondly since when does anyone like nick barba especially two girls i previously thought would have absolutely no interest in him. nick barba is your stereotypical pot smoking skate kid in the new age. by new age i mean a whole new group of skateboarders who love what is thought to be emo. i think. anyway hes pretty dull whenever ive been around him, hes not particularly good/interesting looking, and hes the kind of guy who dates heather waltz, the antithesis of the girls in question.

would this if put into your own terms, cause you to fear a premature end of the universe? i think so.

1. listen to slint more
2. how to i get rid of a double chin
3. there is no three but i have something to say at some point.

au revoir

Home, Things

im home from vacation, alive and kicking, but still deathly afraid of airplanes. i'll tell you what they could drop out of the goddamn sky any second.
the cruise was interesting; included/witnessed

• Decadence
• Tourism
• Tourists
• Europeans, French Canadians
• Sleezebags
• The first time i saw the sluttiness of a certain relative firsthand
• Meeting exactly one good friend, her sister and friend, and two British ones
• The incredible stories of cousins Tyler and Matt's teenagedom. Oh man, if only.
• One night of several contemplations of my own existence
• Tom Green nostalgia
• Rediscovery of Nick Hornby

and oh so much more i'd love to include here. teens are so goddamn decadent these days, i don't like my generation much. everyone is in such a hurry. let's indulge in substances and try to fall in "love" and get with as many people as possible. i think we're growing up too fast. i picked up y'all from a texan who turned out to be sleazy, but his brother and cousin are the men. met another good allison friend (baltimore), walked around alot. i would not reccomend a cruise. i have more points to make at another date, goodnight.