I hate life. I hate puppies. I hate crunchy leaves.
I have a hard time not hating my dad right now. He acts like a fucking four year old. He throws a fit every single time something doesn't go his way. He's also got like this killer superiority complex that just makes things suck when having to be near him in public. Every little thing insults him and he's gotta make a scene. If you've ever been at a restaurant with my family, you would know.
Okay. Vent, vent, vent. Sure, I'm at fault for pissing anyone off today. I realize that. But c'mon, you've known me since I was born. You know I'm not on top of my shit. You can't really yell at me for not caring about my education when you rarely pretend to care. My parents don't know how to deal with me. I really can't blame them either. I keep to myself all of the time.
Okay, maybe I don't hate puppies.
So that whole ordeal is over with. Today was the deadline to sign up for the SAT's in May. My counselor said I should take two subject tests in May and my SAT later in June, so I was just trying to follow what she said. I tried sign up online (this whole thing makes me hate the internet even more). They apparently think I've applied for the SAT's before and kept asking me for a previous registration code. I couldn't find it. I told my dad. He fucking flips out. I had to call the customer service and talk to a person. She was nice and helped me. I fucking hate life.
Now to take this in a completely different direction.
I may go see Ratatat on Thursday. After that little Dad rampage, I don't know if I still can. I don't listen to that crazy techno/electronic music, but I'm willing to go. I'm that desperate to see a show. That and my ticket's being paid for and I'm dragging any and all drunk girls who fall on me home.
Don't know my drunk girl story? Then I guess I'll tell you since it gets brought up every time I talk about concerts with people.
It was last, last year at Not So Silent Night. I was down in the crowd in between the set of some crappy band and another crappy band. This one girl and her friend were like trying to push their way through the crowd to the exit. As they pass me, one of them full on just passes out onto me. I thought she tripped at first, but then she just kept falling like a dead body would and looked pretty unconscious. Luckily, there was like a centimeter of space between me and everyone else so we technically couldn't fall on the floor. So I picked her up and these two dudes dragged her away. I still could only hope it was to the first aid tent thing they took her to. Then later on during the Jimmy Eat World set (which I was enjoying), this really drunk blonde girl just grabs onto me out of nowhere. Once again, I was like thinking she might have tripped or something. So I kinda steady her then was like "On your merry way fair maiden!" (exactly like that). Instead, she just kept holding onto me. She was clearly just really, really drunk and was probably holding onto me to keep herself from just falling to the floor and getting trampled on. She eventually caught onto someone else and left me all alone and stuffs. Hahaha.
Thus, I've become the guy random drunk girls fall on at concerts. That's not a good story.
-Allan
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Umm....
Trying to write a song in English was kinda weird. Maybe I'll share what I have cause I kinda like it (but don't hold your breath).
I met with my college counselor today. It was less depressing than I expected. She gave me hope that I could still get into a college. :D For some reason, I really wanna go to University of Chicago, but she said that was somewhat hard to get in unless I get my shit together this last year and a quarter. I also have to take two SAT subject tests by the end of Junior year which isn't fun. I may do Bio and something English-y. ARGH. Lawrence University also looks kinda shiny. I don't know.
This is the part where I tell you I'm sad and scared and wanna curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep.
And the kitten disappeared. I hope the thing found someone to take care of it instead of living under cars for the rest of its life.
-Allan
I met with my college counselor today. It was less depressing than I expected. She gave me hope that I could still get into a college. :D For some reason, I really wanna go to University of Chicago, but she said that was somewhat hard to get in unless I get my shit together this last year and a quarter. I also have to take two SAT subject tests by the end of Junior year which isn't fun. I may do Bio and something English-y. ARGH. Lawrence University also looks kinda shiny. I don't know.
This is the part where I tell you I'm sad and scared and wanna curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep.
And the kitten disappeared. I hope the thing found someone to take care of it instead of living under cars for the rest of its life.
-Allan
Sunday, March 29, 2009
A Story For Supper
Click on this link:
Tera Melos - Hey Sandy
Now enjoy it. :D If you're into them (which you are required to be as of this moment), they have a bunch of free tunes on their website.
I plug bands. Hear me roar!!! >=O
Regarding the Warped. If you're into all those pop-punky kind of bands, then you'll feel like a kid in a candy shop. If you're into watered down music and really expensive everythings, you'll feel like a kid in a huge candy shop full of expensive apples. What am I trying to say? If there are at least more than 5 bands that you are absolutely dying see and you have someone who wants to tag along, go. Maybe none of them are gonna be playing at the exact same time and you'll get to experience them all live (which in my case was not true...) and you can go home happy. If not, save your time and money for ponies or when that one band you really wanna see comes back to your living area thing. The short sets and shitty live equipment they carry on tour really doesn't do it if you're there for only one band. Plus, I personally just didn't like the overall vibe of the whole thing. Excuse my analogy, but it felt like one giant, cheap whore. Hahaha.
Maybe that helped you? That's just my opinion of it. I'm cynical to like everything so maybe you shouldn't listen to me.
I have to learn how to play/sing this song for French. We have some project in which we pick a few smaller projects from a list involving art/music/movies/cooking/writing/etc. and well, do them. I chose to pick out a song in French and do something with it. I lack recording equipment and I'm not that stoked about dragging my guitar to class just to break a few ear drums. The song is "Protège-Moi" by Placebo. Yea, Placebo isn't a French band, but most of the song's in French so maybe that'll work. Who knows? If not, I'll try a Charlotte Gainsbourg song which will be even more interesting. Hahaha.
This is getting too long. Okay. You will go do things now.
Tera Melos - Hey Sandy
Now enjoy it. :D If you're into them (which you are required to be as of this moment), they have a bunch of free tunes on their website.
I plug bands. Hear me roar!!! >=O
Regarding the Warped. If you're into all those pop-punky kind of bands, then you'll feel like a kid in a candy shop. If you're into watered down music and really expensive everythings, you'll feel like a kid in a huge candy shop full of expensive apples. What am I trying to say? If there are at least more than 5 bands that you are absolutely dying see and you have someone who wants to tag along, go. Maybe none of them are gonna be playing at the exact same time and you'll get to experience them all live (which in my case was not true...) and you can go home happy. If not, save your time and money for ponies or when that one band you really wanna see comes back to your living area thing. The short sets and shitty live equipment they carry on tour really doesn't do it if you're there for only one band. Plus, I personally just didn't like the overall vibe of the whole thing. Excuse my analogy, but it felt like one giant, cheap whore. Hahaha.
Maybe that helped you? That's just my opinion of it. I'm cynical to like everything so maybe you shouldn't listen to me.
I have to learn how to play/sing this song for French. We have some project in which we pick a few smaller projects from a list involving art/music/movies/cooking/writing/etc. and well, do them. I chose to pick out a song in French and do something with it. I lack recording equipment and I'm not that stoked about dragging my guitar to class just to break a few ear drums. The song is "Protège-Moi" by Placebo. Yea, Placebo isn't a French band, but most of the song's in French so maybe that'll work. Who knows? If not, I'll try a Charlotte Gainsbourg song which will be even more interesting. Hahaha.
This is getting too long. Okay. You will go do things now.
Youthless
I'm gonna force myself to work today. After I play "Sangre" 8 billion times and eat breakfast. Hahaha.
I actually don't think that Envy On The Coast post is in this blog. I'm sorry if you actually did dig back.
So for the past day and a half, I've been somewhat drawn to Emarosa. I mean, I've like them for a while now, but I found myself listening to them a lot in these past 24 or so hours. They make what I consider "good music". They have Johnny Craig. Have you ever listened to him singing? He doesn't look like his voice would be that perty and amazing, but it fucking is. Nothing in this modern music "scene" will top Anthony Green in my book, but Craig's up there. He also looks a lot like Craig Owens (except more manly?). That or I'm just really bad at distinguishing people from one another. There's not much screaming either if you're not into that. The original singer for Emarosa screams a lot, but Craig only does for a short bit on like one song.
Death Cab is coming back somewhere near me again. I may actually go see them this time instead of sell my tickets to go to Warped. Haha. Then again, Chiodos and Dear And The Headlights are playing warped so maybe I'll go hang out in the "really fucking hot" again just to see them?
Or someone can go watch the Soft White Sixties tonight at Blake's. Not that I actually wanna leave the house today. Haha.
-Allan
I actually don't think that Envy On The Coast post is in this blog. I'm sorry if you actually did dig back.
So for the past day and a half, I've been somewhat drawn to Emarosa. I mean, I've like them for a while now, but I found myself listening to them a lot in these past 24 or so hours. They make what I consider "good music". They have Johnny Craig. Have you ever listened to him singing? He doesn't look like his voice would be that perty and amazing, but it fucking is. Nothing in this modern music "scene" will top Anthony Green in my book, but Craig's up there. He also looks a lot like Craig Owens (except more manly?). That or I'm just really bad at distinguishing people from one another. There's not much screaming either if you're not into that. The original singer for Emarosa screams a lot, but Craig only does for a short bit on like one song.
Death Cab is coming back somewhere near me again. I may actually go see them this time instead of sell my tickets to go to Warped. Haha. Then again, Chiodos and Dear And The Headlights are playing warped so maybe I'll go hang out in the "really fucking hot" again just to see them?
Or someone can go watch the Soft White Sixties tonight at Blake's. Not that I actually wanna leave the house today. Haha.
-Allan
Saturday, March 28, 2009
...Ha Yeah It Got Pretty Bad
Kitten still refuses to come out. I don't know what to do anymore. Maybe I'll have more luck tomorrow?
I'm pretty much borderline failing every class. All my teachers are apparently very worried about my health/state of mind/etc. Am I really that fucked up? Maybe I'm so used to it I can't tell anymore. My work's too inconsistent. That's another one. Cause I occasionally apply myself and do something that raises my work standards to something I no longer am motivated to keep up. That whole priorities crap comes into play again.
But whatever. I'll just have to play catch up like my life depended on it (because it actually does).
Yes. I do occasionally listen to Envy On The Coast. I made a post about them a while ago too I believe. Makes you wanna dig back doesn't it?
Now to read and write papers. It would be a lot easier if a poor little kitten wasn't meowing every other minute. =/
-Allan
I'm pretty much borderline failing every class. All my teachers are apparently very worried about my health/state of mind/etc. Am I really that fucked up? Maybe I'm so used to it I can't tell anymore. My work's too inconsistent. That's another one. Cause I occasionally apply myself and do something that raises my work standards to something I no longer am motivated to keep up. That whole priorities crap comes into play again.
But whatever. I'll just have to play catch up like my life depended on it (because it actually does).
Yes. I do occasionally listen to Envy On The Coast. I made a post about them a while ago too I believe. Makes you wanna dig back doesn't it?
Now to read and write papers. It would be a lot easier if a poor little kitten wasn't meowing every other minute. =/
-Allan
Rescue mission
My interim grades came today. I refuse to open them. I can't open them.
Why?
There's a small orange kitten under my dad's car. It won't come out, but it keeps making loud meowing noises. You know how much it sucks to listen to a kitten meow non-stop and you can't really help it because it's scared shitless of anything that moves? It also somehow found it's way into (like it actually climbs somewhere up near the engine) the car. We don't have any leftover cat food since. I don't know what I'm going to do. Maybe it'll get used to seeing my dumb ass trying to coax it out and actually get near me eventually.
-Allan
Why?
There's a small orange kitten under my dad's car. It won't come out, but it keeps making loud meowing noises. You know how much it sucks to listen to a kitten meow non-stop and you can't really help it because it's scared shitless of anything that moves? It also somehow found it's way into (like it actually climbs somewhere up near the engine) the car. We don't have any leftover cat food since. I don't know what I'm going to do. Maybe it'll get used to seeing my dumb ass trying to coax it out and actually get near me eventually.
-Allan
Friday, March 27, 2009
Footloose: Day Five/The End
DONE! DONE!!!!!! SOOOOO DONE!!!!!!!
Tonight went well. We kicked ass. I was loud enough. Not that many mistakes.
Minus the fact I had to erase all the notes from the music book (or else they'll charge me an unholy amount of money), it was actually...fun? Sure.
Now I'm home. Fine, call me a loner. Call me whatever the hell you want. I rather be home and nothing's gonna change that. Plus, if I don't get home before midnight, I turn into a moldy squash.
-Allan
Tonight went well. We kicked ass. I was loud enough. Not that many mistakes.
Minus the fact I had to erase all the notes from the music book (or else they'll charge me an unholy amount of money), it was actually...fun? Sure.
Now I'm home. Fine, call me a loner. Call me whatever the hell you want. I rather be home and nothing's gonna change that. Plus, if I don't get home before midnight, I turn into a moldy squash.
-Allan
The Gift of Paralysis
Patapon is a rhythm-based game for the PSP. Thus, it's kinda important for you to be able to HEAR what's going on. Sure, you could technically count "1,2,3,4..." over and over in your head to stay on beat, but that's no fun. Plus, it's one of those games that make absolutely no sense and is super wacky so not hearing all the funny noises/music takes away from it.
I told my dad the cast party was in Walnut Creek. My dad does not like to drive me back from some random, remote area at some unholy hour of the night so I guess that's convinced him to not let me go. If I really wanted to I still could, but now I've given myself the option of not having to go so why let a good thing got to waste?
Plus, from what I've been told (not that I believe most of it) and the location of the party (actually in the middle of fucking nowhere), there aren't many things there that will keep a straight-edge kid entertained.
Cheese.
-Allan
I told my dad the cast party was in Walnut Creek. My dad does not like to drive me back from some random, remote area at some unholy hour of the night so I guess that's convinced him to not let me go. If I really wanted to I still could, but now I've given myself the option of not having to go so why let a good thing got to waste?
Plus, from what I've been told (not that I believe most of it) and the location of the party (actually in the middle of fucking nowhere), there aren't many things there that will keep a straight-edge kid entertained.
Cheese.
-Allan
Wiletta
All this worrying makes it hard to sleep at night. I haven't slept well at all this week. I could hardly sleep last night. I sat up and tried to play Patapon, but that's really hard to do in the dark with the volume down.
Today would be the worst day for my interims to come. Like actually.
-Allan
Today would be the worst day for my interims to come. Like actually.
-Allan
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Footloose: Day Four
Probably the best show I've played out of the four so far. Only a few minor slip ups here and there. Only a few.
Note to self: Eat before tomorrow's performance. I felt like passing out and my stomach was hurting the whole time.
Apparently I HAVE to go to the after party or I'm not normal. That comment came from my parents. Goddamn it.
-Allan
Note to self: Eat before tomorrow's performance. I felt like passing out and my stomach was hurting the whole time.
Apparently I HAVE to go to the after party or I'm not normal. That comment came from my parents. Goddamn it.
-Allan
The lonely and desperate...
...make good looking models.
Footloose starts again. HOORAY!
No.
No, no, no.
-Allan
Footloose starts again. HOORAY!
No.
No, no, no.
-Allan
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I'm a broken heart
Guess I'll never go hungry then. :O
We had this lady come in and teach us in place of the big E (which is not something I'll ever call him ever again...just this once...) for English. He's gonna be leaving next year so he needs a replacement I guess. I hope they decide on that lady. She was awesome.
Apparently the class average for that math test before the curve was a 76%. Really? That is like way lower than any class average we've ever had. So I really have no clue how I did. I tend to be on the lower end of those averages. I wasn't pulled over or asked to be spoken to after class so I can only assume they'll let me parade around with Lo' tomorrow.
I've still got one more 4-7 page hill to climb then I'm out of this mess for at least another two weeks.
I haven't seen a band play a show in months. Partly because a certain band with a four-letter name from Oakland hasn't played a show in months. That and all the good shows have been in the middle of the week. I NEED TO SEE A LIVE SHOW! I'll go to just about anything at this point.
-Allan
We had this lady come in and teach us in place of the big E (which is not something I'll ever call him ever again...just this once...) for English. He's gonna be leaving next year so he needs a replacement I guess. I hope they decide on that lady. She was awesome.
Apparently the class average for that math test before the curve was a 76%. Really? That is like way lower than any class average we've ever had. So I really have no clue how I did. I tend to be on the lower end of those averages. I wasn't pulled over or asked to be spoken to after class so I can only assume they'll let me parade around with Lo' tomorrow.
I've still got one more 4-7 page hill to climb then I'm out of this mess for at least another two weeks.
I haven't seen a band play a show in months. Partly because a certain band with a four-letter name from Oakland hasn't played a show in months. That and all the good shows have been in the middle of the week. I NEED TO SEE A LIVE SHOW! I'll go to just about anything at this point.
-Allan
Umbrellas use elephants
Okay, so I don't post in the morning often, but I will today. For no specific reason.
So my quince jelly didn't turn out so well. Now all I've got is a ton of quince syrup. Still edible. Pretty good tasting. I'll try to do better the next time.
What if my "jelly" was a reflection of my life? It kinda gets there, but never fully. Then we just suck it up and go with it telling ourselves "we'll do better next time". But when is next time?
Haha. I like to think all my shortcomings manifest themselves in the form of food.
Today is a somewhat big day. Only because my Footloose future depends on it.
-Allan
So my quince jelly didn't turn out so well. Now all I've got is a ton of quince syrup. Still edible. Pretty good tasting. I'll try to do better the next time.
What if my "jelly" was a reflection of my life? It kinda gets there, but never fully. Then we just suck it up and go with it telling ourselves "we'll do better next time". But when is next time?
Haha. I like to think all my shortcomings manifest themselves in the form of food.
Today is a somewhat big day. Only because my Footloose future depends on it.
-Allan
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Famous Blue Raincoat
Things get really serious now. I don't know that still of course. I can only assume they're serious when people who don't have to tell me that I'm not doing what I should be doing are pulling me over and telling me. That made sense. I have get my priorities straight. Sounds easy enough and I really want to, but I have no clue what the hell my priorities are or should be! You can't leave something like that up to me. Isn't it clear what I think should be my priorities are hurting me?
Man. I'm really more trouble than it's worth. I'm sorry.
My dad's convinced I'm depressed.
I'm not convinced I want to go to the cast party (assuming I did okay on that test today and I'm not pulled from the show). Sure, it probably isn't as degenerate as I've painted in my head. It'll probably be fun to some extent. But going to something like that would just give me false hope. I don't want false hope. I want it to end so I can have some sane thoughts.
I didn't mean to get all "emotional" or whatever the fuck you wanna call what has been written. Things tend to work out for me. I think the billions of wake up calls are finally kicking in.
-Allan
Man. I'm really more trouble than it's worth. I'm sorry.
My dad's convinced I'm depressed.
I'm not convinced I want to go to the cast party (assuming I did okay on that test today and I'm not pulled from the show). Sure, it probably isn't as degenerate as I've painted in my head. It'll probably be fun to some extent. But going to something like that would just give me false hope. I don't want false hope. I want it to end so I can have some sane thoughts.
I didn't mean to get all "emotional" or whatever the fuck you wanna call what has been written. Things tend to work out for me. I think the billions of wake up calls are finally kicking in.
-Allan
Monday, March 23, 2009
Intermission
I actually have influence on someone over the internet?! AWESOME! :D
I'd probably get along better with Zooey Deschanel than Katy Perry...
I'm attempting to make quince jelly today. My grandma gave me a bag of them and told me I could make jelly with them. If you have no clue what quinces are, they're like a cross between an apple and a pear. They're really light and apparently sour as hell. They also smell really good. Like really, really, really, really good. SO yea, that's gonna either fail really hard or work out.
Now on a not so giddy note...
I was told today that if I fail the math test tomorrow, I would be pulled from Footloose for the remaining two shows. Okay. I really don't like Footloose that much anyways, but something that big would probably bring my parents into the mixture and I don't need to do that to them right now. So I'll be a good boy and study my ass off tonight.
-Allan
I'd probably get along better with Zooey Deschanel than Katy Perry...
I'm attempting to make quince jelly today. My grandma gave me a bag of them and told me I could make jelly with them. If you have no clue what quinces are, they're like a cross between an apple and a pear. They're really light and apparently sour as hell. They also smell really good. Like really, really, really, really good. SO yea, that's gonna either fail really hard or work out.
Now on a not so giddy note...
I was told today that if I fail the math test tomorrow, I would be pulled from Footloose for the remaining two shows. Okay. I really don't like Footloose that much anyways, but something that big would probably bring my parents into the mixture and I don't need to do that to them right now. So I'll be a good boy and study my ass off tonight.
-Allan
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Meow
I'm tired. Really tired. Having to play bad musical music twice within a 24 hour period sucks. I can only assume it's worse on the actors.
Seeing as I'm still stuck in my "Zooey Deschanel is amazing and stuffs" phase, I'm gonna throw movies out that you should watch if you ever find yourself in this situation.
-Almost Famous
-The Go-Getter
-All The Real Girls
-Winter Passing
-Yes Man
Then when you're done, go listen to She & Him.
Then when you're done doing that, go on eBay and buy a lock of her hair for your Zooey Deschanel shrine. :D
-Allan
Seeing as I'm still stuck in my "Zooey Deschanel is amazing and stuffs" phase, I'm gonna throw movies out that you should watch if you ever find yourself in this situation.
-Almost Famous
-The Go-Getter
-All The Real Girls
-Winter Passing
-Yes Man
Then when you're done, go listen to She & Him.
Then when you're done doing that, go on eBay and buy a lock of her hair for your Zooey Deschanel shrine. :D
-Allan
Footloose: Day Three
Well...
No offense to one Yurij, but the replacement bassist was pretty sick. He didn't mess up as much as I kinda thought he would. I still probably messed up more than he did.
There was no replacement pianist though. She was sick. Really? You don't need to be healthy to hit a bunch of keys... I'm not particularly pissed off that she didn't show, but it was kinda weird without all the weird noises Karina usually plays.
Two more shows and I'm free from this Footloose hell.
Quarter four starts tomorrow. After this, college hell begins. Maybe.
Jeff Buckley is the man.
-Allan
No offense to one Yurij, but the replacement bassist was pretty sick. He didn't mess up as much as I kinda thought he would. I still probably messed up more than he did.
There was no replacement pianist though. She was sick. Really? You don't need to be healthy to hit a bunch of keys... I'm not particularly pissed off that she didn't show, but it was kinda weird without all the weird noises Karina usually plays.
Two more shows and I'm free from this Footloose hell.
Quarter four starts tomorrow. After this, college hell begins. Maybe.
Jeff Buckley is the man.
-Allan
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Footloose: Day Two
Alright, I'm just gonna start a measure earlier. Fuck tempo.
What? Palmer isn't conducting anymore? Fine. I'll just play what I want then...
All I can say is night two was kinda bleh. Collectively, the band messed up a good amount. I probably am to blame for 70% of those mess up (at some point during a dialogue, I accidentally hit all the strings on my guitar really hard and that was embarrassing). Tomorrow is gonna be better. Since our bassist and one of the pianist can't make it. We'll have replacements. One of which hasn't actually played any of the music with us. HOORAY!!!!!!
Now to answer your question dear reader #19923123908. :D I don't really know. Maybe I'm weird. Maybe I'm not down with anything more than having silly crushes on random girls. HOORAY!!!
I can't spell right now. I've made a ton of typos. I'm sad. I just wanna curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep.
-Allan
What? Palmer isn't conducting anymore? Fine. I'll just play what I want then...
All I can say is night two was kinda bleh. Collectively, the band messed up a good amount. I probably am to blame for 70% of those mess up (at some point during a dialogue, I accidentally hit all the strings on my guitar really hard and that was embarrassing). Tomorrow is gonna be better. Since our bassist and one of the pianist can't make it. We'll have replacements. One of which hasn't actually played any of the music with us. HOORAY!!!!!!
Now to answer your question dear reader #19923123908. :D I don't really know. Maybe I'm weird. Maybe I'm not down with anything more than having silly crushes on random girls. HOORAY!!!
I can't spell right now. I've made a ton of typos. I'm sad. I just wanna curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep.
-Allan
Breakneck
I don't know how many times I can say I feel lost on this blog before I finally believe me.
Last night, someone called be an "entertaining person". As soon as that comment left her mouth, I said something else that made her regret saying that. Probably. Haha. I'm not entertaining. I get old real fast. Here's my bag of tricks. I'll start with some really off key comment about whatever the hell it is I feel like talking about. Then I'll make random movements you may or may not find funny. Then I'll just start screaming obscene shit and making weird noises. *Insert disgusted look or laughter* Rinse, rinse, rinse, repeat. By then, you'll want a sane conversation. Sorry. Not capable of that. Sane conversations lead to you getting to know me as a person and not just that crazy screaming guy who'll probably cut you if you're not careful. I can't afford that. I've got bills to pay.
Last night, she gave me her half-eaten ice cream cone. I made some asshole comment about killing her for leaving her trash with me. Maybe if I keep this hostile attitude up, no one will realize I actually like her and we can all go on talking about getting drunk.
I think I was trying to be poetic with this one. I should keep my day job.
-Allan
Last night, someone called be an "entertaining person". As soon as that comment left her mouth, I said something else that made her regret saying that. Probably. Haha. I'm not entertaining. I get old real fast. Here's my bag of tricks. I'll start with some really off key comment about whatever the hell it is I feel like talking about. Then I'll make random movements you may or may not find funny. Then I'll just start screaming obscene shit and making weird noises. *Insert disgusted look or laughter* Rinse, rinse, rinse, repeat. By then, you'll want a sane conversation. Sorry. Not capable of that. Sane conversations lead to you getting to know me as a person and not just that crazy screaming guy who'll probably cut you if you're not careful. I can't afford that. I've got bills to pay.
Last night, she gave me her half-eaten ice cream cone. I made some asshole comment about killing her for leaving her trash with me. Maybe if I keep this hostile attitude up, no one will realize I actually like her and we can all go on talking about getting drunk.
I think I was trying to be poetic with this one. I should keep my day job.
-Allan
Footloose: Day One
That note was not suppose to be flat? Well it is now...
Though I must say the dude who stood up and screamed a bunch of random things then ran off right after the start of act two gives Footloose a cool point. Just one.
No part of me wants to do this again tomorrow. I don't care if you can't dance you whiny little bitches. Go do drugs and have sex with Sally if you have nothing better to do. Don't sing about it for 2 hours.
Yes, I'm actually bitching about something that I agreed to do on my own. I mean, the only reason I wanted to do it in the first place doesn't matter anymore so now it's just work. Plus, I can't really back out now. I'm sure they can easily find someone to learn all those songs in 19 hours, but why make them do that?
-Allan
Though I must say the dude who stood up and screamed a bunch of random things then ran off right after the start of act two gives Footloose a cool point. Just one.
No part of me wants to do this again tomorrow. I don't care if you can't dance you whiny little bitches. Go do drugs and have sex with Sally if you have nothing better to do. Don't sing about it for 2 hours.
Yes, I'm actually bitching about something that I agreed to do on my own. I mean, the only reason I wanted to do it in the first place doesn't matter anymore so now it's just work. Plus, I can't really back out now. I'm sure they can easily find someone to learn all those songs in 19 hours, but why make them do that?
-Allan
Thursday, March 19, 2009
C'est le malaise du moment
Are Dollhouse fans just gonna tear me a new one now? :O
I spent the majority of my school day running from place to place trying to get things out of the way so I don't have to worry. I maybe only got one of those things out of the way and now I'm really tired. Catching up is not fun kids. Don't ever make it so you have to.
Now I'm also really sad. Like the not happy kinda sad. I don't know why. If things continue like this, I give up.
-Allan
I spent the majority of my school day running from place to place trying to get things out of the way so I don't have to worry. I maybe only got one of those things out of the way and now I'm really tired. Catching up is not fun kids. Don't ever make it so you have to.
Now I'm also really sad. Like the not happy kinda sad. I don't know why. If things continue like this, I give up.
-Allan
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The Creep
The upsides of Footloose:
-I've learned how to read music for the most part
-I get to stare at whatsherface like a fucking creep for two hours
The downsides of Footloose:
-I'm not getting any work done
-I've failed a good amount of tests
-Most of my teachers don't like me very much now
-I'm not getting enough sleep
-I have those horrible songs stuck in my head
Aren't musicals great? I shouldn't complain. This is the last chance I have to be apart of one before I graduate (assuming I somehow manage that).
I borrowed a copy of "Slaughterhouse-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. I haven't had a chance to read it yet, but I probably should since life has been pointing me towards this book. Maybe it'll change my life. Maybe I'll never finish it.
Back to whatesherface. I wish someone could sit me down and tell me exactly why I'm this attracted to her. I have absolutely nothing in common with her. She's kind of a bitch. She's not THAT pretty. So why? Am I just a shallow creep who will some day develop a Humbert Humbert style obsession due to all this stupidness? Perhaps.
Now to talk shit about another cast member. WOO!
So for super open-minded person who's all down with all the Berkeley bullshit, this person is such a fucking hypocrite. For some reason, that show "Dollhouse" was brought up in a conversation before class. I made some comment about how that show wasn't all that good and way too predictable (though I still watch it). This person immediately tried to shoot me down. He was just kept going "No! Nope. No! That's just not true!" and was basically calling me stupid for not completely loving that show. Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot people who don't agree with you don't have opinions. I'll remember to keep my mouth shut the next time.
That made sense. Right?
Okay. That's more than enough out of me.
-Allan
-I've learned how to read music for the most part
-I get to stare at whatsherface like a fucking creep for two hours
The downsides of Footloose:
-I'm not getting any work done
-I've failed a good amount of tests
-Most of my teachers don't like me very much now
-I'm not getting enough sleep
-I have those horrible songs stuck in my head
Aren't musicals great? I shouldn't complain. This is the last chance I have to be apart of one before I graduate (assuming I somehow manage that).
I borrowed a copy of "Slaughterhouse-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. I haven't had a chance to read it yet, but I probably should since life has been pointing me towards this book. Maybe it'll change my life. Maybe I'll never finish it.
Back to whatesherface. I wish someone could sit me down and tell me exactly why I'm this attracted to her. I have absolutely nothing in common with her. She's kind of a bitch. She's not THAT pretty. So why? Am I just a shallow creep who will some day develop a Humbert Humbert style obsession due to all this stupidness? Perhaps.
Now to talk shit about another cast member. WOO!
So for super open-minded person who's all down with all the Berkeley bullshit, this person is such a fucking hypocrite. For some reason, that show "Dollhouse" was brought up in a conversation before class. I made some comment about how that show wasn't all that good and way too predictable (though I still watch it). This person immediately tried to shoot me down. He was just kept going "No! Nope. No! That's just not true!" and was basically calling me stupid for not completely loving that show. Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot people who don't agree with you don't have opinions. I'll remember to keep my mouth shut the next time.
That made sense. Right?
Okay. That's more than enough out of me.
-Allan
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Anchor
The reviews are in!
My blog is "readable"!
HOORAY!!!!!!! WOOO!!!!!! YEA!!!!!!
Hello new person. I hope this blog does not scare the living crap out of you because it eventually will.
See children? You make yourself known and I mention you. It's that easy. You love to be mentioned don't you?
Have you ever had honey mustard Pringles? Sounds fucking disgusting right? That's what I thought. Apparently they aren't. They taste just like sweet Pringles. I'm doing plugs for Pringles now. Someone pay me.
Don't you hate it when bands tell you what they're working on is "way better than anything we've ever done." Unless you've put down the guitars and picked up the musical sandwich wrapper, it's really not. Okay, so I can't blame the bands for trying to sell themselves, but I think most of us would settle for "what we've been working on is really good." When a band says it's better than anything they've ever done, it usually doesn't turn out to be that.
I'll leave it at that.
We have to play music while the actors bow. Why on earth do we have to play like the fastest song while they bow?! I am in no mood to take it slowly and learn how to play that.
Goodnight.
-Allan
My blog is "readable"!
HOORAY!!!!!!! WOOO!!!!!! YEA!!!!!!
Hello new person. I hope this blog does not scare the living crap out of you because it eventually will.
See children? You make yourself known and I mention you. It's that easy. You love to be mentioned don't you?
Have you ever had honey mustard Pringles? Sounds fucking disgusting right? That's what I thought. Apparently they aren't. They taste just like sweet Pringles. I'm doing plugs for Pringles now. Someone pay me.
Don't you hate it when bands tell you what they're working on is "way better than anything we've ever done." Unless you've put down the guitars and picked up the musical sandwich wrapper, it's really not. Okay, so I can't blame the bands for trying to sell themselves, but I think most of us would settle for "what we've been working on is really good." When a band says it's better than anything they've ever done, it usually doesn't turn out to be that.
I'll leave it at that.
We have to play music while the actors bow. Why on earth do we have to play like the fastest song while they bow?! I am in no mood to take it slowly and learn how to play that.
Goodnight.
-Allan
Monday, March 16, 2009
High Fives at Sundown
Dear facebook,
You're not gonna take over the world with this new layout. C'mon, it's horrible. Yes, I've already adapted to it, but that doesn't mean I like it. Your attempt to confuse facebook stalkers like me was useless and only pissed people off. You can't fool us. We're like drunk hamsters. You can't fight it. Nothing will stop us from starting a conversation with that semi-suggestive picture of the person we don't ever talk to in real life and pretending like they were actually there.
-Bob-o
You're not gonna take over the world with this new layout. C'mon, it's horrible. Yes, I've already adapted to it, but that doesn't mean I like it. Your attempt to confuse facebook stalkers like me was useless and only pissed people off. You can't fool us. We're like drunk hamsters. You can't fight it. Nothing will stop us from starting a conversation with that semi-suggestive picture of the person we don't ever talk to in real life and pretending like they were actually there.
-Bob-o
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Times aren't very fast.
Did you enjoy that poem? Isn't Bukowski a genius? Chiodos used a good amount of that poem in their song "Teeth The Size of Piano Keys".
You wanna know the one thing I wait for? Something drastic to happen. Something that will just fuck everything up. Force us all to change. All the things we've established up until now will just go and we'll have to start over. Just something to give me an excuse to not amount to anything and run off.
DO. YOU. LUST. FOR. FAME?
-Allan
You wanna know the one thing I wait for? Something drastic to happen. Something that will just fuck everything up. Force us all to change. All the things we've established up until now will just go and we'll have to start over. Just something to give me an excuse to not amount to anything and run off.
DO. YOU. LUST. FOR. FAME?
-Allan
I'm really not....really...I swear
I'm In Love
she's young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pretty
wrists
o my god,
I thought it was all working,
and now it's her again,
every time she phones you go crazy,
you told me it was over
you told me it was finished,
listen, I've lived long enough to become a
good woman,
why do you need a bad woman?
you need to be tortured, don't you?
you think life is rotten if somebody treats you
rotten it all fits,
doesn't it?
tell me, is that it? do you want to be treated like a
piece of shit?
and my son, my son was going to meet you.
I told my son
and I dropped all my lovers.
I stood up in a cafe and screamed
I'M IN LOVE,
and now you've made a fool of me. . .
I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry.
hold me, she said, will you please hold me?
I've never been in one of these things before, I said,
these triangles. . .
she got up and lit a cigarette, she was trembling all
over.she paced up and down,wild and crazy.she had
a small body.her arms were thin,very thin and when
she screamed and started beating me I held her
wrists and then I got it through the eyes:hatred,
centuries deep and true.I was wrong and graceless and
sick.all the things I had learned had been wasted.
there was no creature living as foul as I
and all my poems were
false.
-Charles Bukowski
she's young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pretty
wrists
o my god,
I thought it was all working,
and now it's her again,
every time she phones you go crazy,
you told me it was over
you told me it was finished,
listen, I've lived long enough to become a
good woman,
why do you need a bad woman?
you need to be tortured, don't you?
you think life is rotten if somebody treats you
rotten it all fits,
doesn't it?
tell me, is that it? do you want to be treated like a
piece of shit?
and my son, my son was going to meet you.
I told my son
and I dropped all my lovers.
I stood up in a cafe and screamed
I'M IN LOVE,
and now you've made a fool of me. . .
I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry.
hold me, she said, will you please hold me?
I've never been in one of these things before, I said,
these triangles. . .
she got up and lit a cigarette, she was trembling all
over.she paced up and down,wild and crazy.she had
a small body.her arms were thin,very thin and when
she screamed and started beating me I held her
wrists and then I got it through the eyes:hatred,
centuries deep and true.I was wrong and graceless and
sick.all the things I had learned had been wasted.
there was no creature living as foul as I
and all my poems were
false.
-Charles Bukowski
Friday, March 13, 2009
From somewhere to over there
Okay, so maybe I can't refrain from posting every little thought. Lucky you. Fucker.
Once again kids, there are a lot of things I don't need to here or really give a shit about. Those people are fucking idiots and I could care less who they're trying to screw. Maybe I'm just some weird asshole who doesn't get any of this and behavior like that is okay? Cause like, that goes again all my morals (whatever those are). It's disgusting. There's a difference between being a pervert and over-compensating for your insecurities about your manhood.
You know what else is kinda funny? How often I have to bring up the fact that I'm straight-edge (or whatever you folks who don't like "labels" wanna call it). Hell, just how often it is someone has to tell someone else that I don't drink or smoke or whatever. I'm 17! WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I HAVE TO MAKE IT CLEAR THAT I DON'T DRINK OR SMOKE?!
My generation fucking sucks.
-Allan
Once again kids, there are a lot of things I don't need to here or really give a shit about. Those people are fucking idiots and I could care less who they're trying to screw. Maybe I'm just some weird asshole who doesn't get any of this and behavior like that is okay? Cause like, that goes again all my morals (whatever those are). It's disgusting. There's a difference between being a pervert and over-compensating for your insecurities about your manhood.
You know what else is kinda funny? How often I have to bring up the fact that I'm straight-edge (or whatever you folks who don't like "labels" wanna call it). Hell, just how often it is someone has to tell someone else that I don't drink or smoke or whatever. I'm 17! WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I HAVE TO MAKE IT CLEAR THAT I DON'T DRINK OR SMOKE?!
My generation fucking sucks.
-Allan
Thursday, March 12, 2009
No Purple Melon Babies
Time to take this sheez in a new direction (again).
I will hopefully no longer just post random thoughts that don't deserve posts. Those will be released in some other form.
I'll only do this when there's something I feel is worth doing. Hooray.
I'm still doing Footloose for really shallow reasons.
Nothing has changed and I haven't had to die yet.
-Allan
I will hopefully no longer just post random thoughts that don't deserve posts. Those will be released in some other form.
I'll only do this when there's something I feel is worth doing. Hooray.
I'm still doing Footloose for really shallow reasons.
Nothing has changed and I haven't had to die yet.
-Allan
Monday, March 9, 2009
What can you do with all those kitties?
Dear porn/movie makers,
Stop with the story-lines and horrible plots already. I don't want a story. Just cheap, meaningless sex then credits. C'mon.
....
Now I don't know where to go from that comment. I feel like I should stay consistent to some degree, but that would only involve talking about bad movies and violent pornography.
"Pornography can be violent?"
Oh, if you only knew...
I spent a good 7+ hours at school today without actually having to be there. What have I learned from it all? I don't know it as well as I thought. Where the fuck is building "F"? No, I have no clue what the fuck the "multi-purpose" room is. When the hell did we give them THOSE names? AND WHY ON EARTH DOES YOUR MACBOOK NOT WORK WITH OUR DONGLES?!
Pooo.
So like....Zooey Deschanel is amazing. Yea.
-Allan
Stop with the story-lines and horrible plots already. I don't want a story. Just cheap, meaningless sex then credits. C'mon.
....
Now I don't know where to go from that comment. I feel like I should stay consistent to some degree, but that would only involve talking about bad movies and violent pornography.
"Pornography can be violent?"
Oh, if you only knew...
I spent a good 7+ hours at school today without actually having to be there. What have I learned from it all? I don't know it as well as I thought. Where the fuck is building "F"? No, I have no clue what the fuck the "multi-purpose" room is. When the hell did we give them THOSE names? AND WHY ON EARTH DOES YOUR MACBOOK NOT WORK WITH OUR DONGLES?!
Pooo.
So like....Zooey Deschanel is amazing. Yea.
-Allan
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Be my gun
I've become one of those people who can't move and stuff without coffee.
It's kinda sad and I've had a horrible day finding out the exact extent of my grumpiness when off caffeine.
I could try to make up for it now since I'm gonna be up for a while doing work (which is code for playing Phantasy Star Portable). Hopefully, everything will balance out by Monday before hell day starts.
The Ropes. Remember them? That band that saved my little emo soul. Haha. I still like them. They have a new EP. It's called "Be My Gun". If you want hella indie cred and wanna listen to really misanthropic stuff, go buy it. Or dig around the internet to muster up the three songs for free (which I have yet to do so give me a heads up if you do. Haha).
-Allan
It's kinda sad and I've had a horrible day finding out the exact extent of my grumpiness when off caffeine.
I could try to make up for it now since I'm gonna be up for a while doing work (which is code for playing Phantasy Star Portable). Hopefully, everything will balance out by Monday before hell day starts.
The Ropes. Remember them? That band that saved my little emo soul. Haha. I still like them. They have a new EP. It's called "Be My Gun". If you want hella indie cred and wanna listen to really misanthropic stuff, go buy it. Or dig around the internet to muster up the three songs for free (which I have yet to do so give me a heads up if you do. Haha).
-Allan
Friday, March 6, 2009
Wall Street Journal
I have to get my shit together.
I've recently failed a math test really bad. So bad that the "I didn't spend a second studying" excuse didn't work. Hello progress report.
So exactly what the hell am I doing with my life?
-Allan
I've recently failed a math test really bad. So bad that the "I didn't spend a second studying" excuse didn't work. Hello progress report.
So exactly what the hell am I doing with my life?
-Allan
Thursday, March 5, 2009
"I know all your names and I have like all your albums and and and..."
Right now.
At this very moment.
I am fucking hating life.
But it's normal. You have to feel like this once in a while or everything just gets too happy and boring. Haha.
You can't sulk too long though.
And that's what you call advice. You got problems? I'll fix it. You can call my hotline and e-mail my fan club or something.
-Allan
At this very moment.
I am fucking hating life.
But it's normal. You have to feel like this once in a while or everything just gets too happy and boring. Haha.
You can't sulk too long though.
And that's what you call advice. You got problems? I'll fix it. You can call my hotline and e-mail my fan club or something.
-Allan
We're gonna have us a champagne jam...
I feel really burnt out. Like I don't wanna do anything. I just wanna sleep and scream and sleep some more.
I can't bring myself to work anymore.
-Allan
I can't bring myself to work anymore.
-Allan
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
lilliilliiiilliiiilliliiilliliililiiliililiiilililil
So....I don't think my plan's gonna work in the least bit.
Not that I have a plan.
I was just gonna be a weird creepy person. Is that weird and creepy?
Well, day one of actual Footloose rehearsal was okay. I still can't play a good 40% of the stuff. Palmer probably knows that and that's why he wants to see me during free periods.
Yes, I do realize it's really hard to comment to this fucking thing. I tried and could only come up with "How am I suppose to respond to that?" I had a friend who used to say that a lot. He made me less of a whiny bitch cause every time I bitched about insignificant shit, he would just go ".....and how am I suppose to respond to that?"
Hooray!!!!
-Allan
Not that I have a plan.
I was just gonna be a weird creepy person. Is that weird and creepy?
Well, day one of actual Footloose rehearsal was okay. I still can't play a good 40% of the stuff. Palmer probably knows that and that's why he wants to see me during free periods.
Yes, I do realize it's really hard to comment to this fucking thing. I tried and could only come up with "How am I suppose to respond to that?" I had a friend who used to say that a lot. He made me less of a whiny bitch cause every time I bitched about insignificant shit, he would just go ".....and how am I suppose to respond to that?"
Hooray!!!!
-Allan
Monday, March 2, 2009
Carl Solomon Blues
So for the remainder of March, I'm just gonna be in a constant state of bitching about how bad I've got it. At least the next two weeks will be hell. Just constant bullshit things I don't technically have to do, but I really wanna get paid.
There's a line from this movie called "The Wackness" (great movie...unless you're not hip and with it like I am...) where Ben Kingsley's character says something about spending your entire life chasing after someone just to realize you've absolutely nothing in common with them. Then he goes on to say something about never trusting people who don't like dogs and you should alert the authorities if you meet a person like that let alone marry them. That's beside the point. What is my point? Well, I guess that's exactly what I'm doing. Umm...fuck. This isn't fun anymore. Dropping random girls' names and putting the work "like" somewhere in the same sentence. Hahaha.
Here's another question for your day:
Why the hell are we never satisfied?
We just keep climbing to the top, just to realize there's another fucking top and it's WAAAAAY shinier.
-Allan
There's a line from this movie called "The Wackness" (great movie...unless you're not hip and with it like I am...) where Ben Kingsley's character says something about spending your entire life chasing after someone just to realize you've absolutely nothing in common with them. Then he goes on to say something about never trusting people who don't like dogs and you should alert the authorities if you meet a person like that let alone marry them. That's beside the point. What is my point? Well, I guess that's exactly what I'm doing. Umm...fuck. This isn't fun anymore. Dropping random girls' names and putting the work "like" somewhere in the same sentence. Hahaha.
Here's another question for your day:
Why the hell are we never satisfied?
We just keep climbing to the top, just to realize there's another fucking top and it's WAAAAAY shinier.
-Allan
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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