Your tears as ransom/All Apologies/Bonus Track

Mmm....more titles.

I can't sit around and read this god damn SAT prep book all day...mom. So I'm gonna blog.

I'm still feeling the post-show giddyness. Well, not really but totally. To tell you the truth, this last show may have been one of the only ones where I was very unreceptive of what was going on. Even now, I have a hard time reconstructing Lydia's set in my mind. I think it was probably because the two bands that played in between them kinda bummed me out. Also, I just really didn't feel like anyone in the room was there for the music. Just to worship. Like more than 20 times I overheard someone saying "I don't even know who's playing tonight" (in the sense they were really there for like maybe one of the bands) or asking someone else what the line-up looked like. I don't know, I just really didn't like the atmosphere. I really can't explain it. I'm just cynical to everything.

It was a good show nonetheless.

All the previous comments can be taken as complete bullshit simply by the amount of pictures I took of Mindy White. I guess I was there to "worship" too.

Fuck. I think I'm trying to move away from some kind of mold because I need to feel different. I desperately want thoughts of my own and not something someone told me or something I read somewhere. I could talk all the shit I want about these kids who "dress alike and think the same things". At the end of the day though, they at least have some sort of identity and a sense of who they are (I hope). Mindless hipster scene zombie. Haha. Better than me though. I gravitate between everything and ultimately am nothing.

This is me trying to prove that I am in fact that I'm aware of everything by pointing out my own shortcomings.

That was me pretending like I knew what any of those words meant.

Am I confusing you now? Is this pissing you off? Should you buy me dinner?

It's almost Summer break thing of doom. Time for me to be all depressed again. That's all free time leads to. A chance for me to be alone with my head and letting all the things that have not happened for me (even though the movies promised!) manifest themselves into long and boring blog posts. It's starting even as we speak. The longer these things are, the more depressed I am. I believe. So I will try hard to do something. But I won't because I'm lazy and too detached from everything to go crawling back to it with my tale between my legs.

Times like these I wish I had more friends. Cause I really don't have many. Because I'm really hard to get along with. "My kind of people" don't really exist in my environment.

Okay. No. Disregard all of this. I'm just trying to avoid work.

-Allan

Juicebox

Here is what I did for a good amount of today (but not really because this spanned like less than 10 hours):


This is me waiting


S.F through my dirty ass window


This is a line


This needs to happen more (they are high heels in case you can't figure what those are)


Mindy White like a 4 feet away from me while waiting in line for the bathroom (I am creepy)


This is the stage


This is a crowd


These folks are called Brave Citizens. They were okay.


These folks are called Eye Alaska. They were really bad.


Eye Alaska was still playing



The girls really liked this guy. Like REALLY liked this guy.

And then those bands were done. *Insert drum roll*


More Mindy during set up


They had these lamp things as part of their set


Mindy and guitar guy (Steve?) during set up


Mindy on her tippy-toes while checking Leighton's mic


Singing


More singing


Jed


Lydia



Mindy gets to sing too


Mindy and guitar guy for reals now

So yea. Those aren't the best quality pictures. I had to crank the ISO up way too high in order to even see anything (there wasn't a whole lot of light)so things are a bit grainy. I couldn't really move around because I had a decent spot near the stage and there wasn't much room to move to anyways. Plus, it's not that great of a camera. It's a step up from the point and shoot piece of crap at home, but it's not a nice SLR.

I had fun. Lydia is really good live. Leighton hits his notes and Mindy is on stage 98% of the time. We are happy campers! :D

My only complain is the amount of screaming fangirls. They were kinda annoying. At some point in my life, I was one of those, but I've tried hard to remove myself from that. Like really, it's kinda annoying when you fucking worship the person on stage. They're just people too.

-Allan

Punk is dead, Let's fuck!

I found this neat little band today called The Finger. It consists of one Ryan Adams and a few other gentlemen. They play what wikipedia calls "hardcore punk". It's super silly and absolutely nothing like what Ryan Adams usually does (not even in his punk days). It's just like half an hour of loud guitars and screaming (most of the songs are under a minute). They've got the best album cover ever too. A picture of breasts with middle fingers covering the nipples? Classic! They have one album called "We Are Fuck You" and it's not THAT hard to find on the interbot (you probably don't wanna pay money for this...).

Today at school, I picked up a magazine called "Adbusters" in the library. I was so blown away by the randomness of the magazine that I almost wanted to subscribe to it. Of course, I didn't read any of it and was only looking at the amazing pictures so I had no clue what it was about. So I went home, googled it, and now can retract that previous statement about wanting to subscribe. It's suppose to be kind of anti-consumerism/culture jamming bullshit that sticks it to the man. The best part though, is that a year's subscription is $40 and it just goes higher for the longer term packages. It's also printed on super fine, glossy paper and looks very fancy. What the hell? It should be for free and printed on shitty printer paper!!! >=O My conclusion is that it's a magazine for fucking hipsters so I could never love it.

I spent most of the day quoting "Idiocracy". If you haven't seen that movie, what the fuck is wrong with you? This is valuable viewing material and will get you prepared for what the future most likely will be.

The new Marilyn Manson disappoints me. So much. It's horrible. It's actually unbearable. I deleted it and am still shaking. =/ Stop trying so hard to scare us sir. It's 2009, nothing is scary anymore. Please just concentrate on the music cause that's all the really matters...

Time to get polikticalz?

Today, California decided it was a good idea to uphold Prop 8 which basically tells the gays that they cannot marry in this here fine state. But all the gays that got married when gay marriage was legal for all of one minute will still be recognized as legit marriages. That should make them happy right? No California...no... Though I don't think the state is to blame. I'm in no way surprised this was what we decided on either. We've really not progressed as much as people would like to think. Sure were all driving those hybrids and vegans are fucking everywhere, but gay people still can't get married at the end of the day. I don't think I'm gonna go over how I think limiting marriage the way we are is just really stupid. Why don't we waste our time finding a "cure" for gay instead people? Not letting them marry isn't gonna stop it you know?

And on that subject, well....I was just gonna talk about how some people overplay the whole "I'm so open-minded and a great person because issues like this just screw my day up". I am a horrible judge when it comes to people, but I like to think I know when people are faking it (whatever the hell that means). Some people (like me) are just sheep and go with what our surroundings tell us to go with. Silly, false people without thoughts of our own. Some people take it the extra mile and walk into every class with some phony rant about how horrible the events that took place today are. You're not really "opinionated". You're just full of shit.

Am I really cynical to everything? Or am I just cooler than Holden Caufield? Or maybe I'm just some stupid asshole who thinks he's better than everyone else. I'd go with "C" because it's smart to guess "C". PHONY PONIES!!!

I can make this post longer. I believe!!! Were gonna talk about my love interests because you so fucking wanna read about it. You've been dying to read about it. It's been gnawing at you from the inside and manifesting itself in the worst of ways.

Okay? No not really. I don't actually have anything to say about that. I just cling for dear life onto any girl who pay attention to me and that really doesn't work. If you look at me, I'll probably fall in "love" with you. It's that disgustingly bad. I like how I'm writing this and the song in the background sounds like it's saying "Charlotte" when it's really going "Shalalala" ("Pa" by Ryan Adams & The Cardinals. Tell me that doesn't sound like he's saying "Charlotte"). So yea. I don't know why I say these things. It's like I'm trying to convince myself. Convince myself to do what exactly? I don't know.

This post is way too long. Go work on your Russian accent and leave me alone.

-Allan

Consistently Sheep

Okay. I fucking lied. I only have 275 posts? Apparently this stupid website likes to save random drafts without telling me and call those "posts". I'm actually amazed how many of them were there. Half of them became actual fleshed out posts too so this whole thing is stupid. Sorry for the screw up.

I deleted all those drafts to avoid further confusion. I think I actually deleted a post too (if you can verify this, you can have me...o,o). Luckily, it just said "blah" like twenty times. It looked like a full post, but I'm not sure and it's nothing important anyways.

Whatever. What's done is done and edited.

So I watched this movie called "Fargo" and I think everyone needs to watch it because it's so crazy and awesome. Plus, you'll probably spend a good amount of time afterwards trying to imitate the accents. :D

Jay Bennett who was once in Wilco died yesterday. I thought I should just mention that in case you fucking love Wilco and live in a cave with internet access and can only connect to my blog. If that is the case, I should probably give you more useful information. Jokes aside, I was pretty bummed out. I forced myself to stay up an extra hour or two to listen to "Summerteeth" and feel all sad and stuff.

Do you think anyone ever cries for help in twitter? Do you think anyone's ever been rescued that way? Follow me? <-- you can click on that "me"

There's only about two weeks of school left (not counting finals week). I've completely forgotten about college and should probably go see my counselor again. I have an SAT in two weeks. Right now though, I could care less. Lydia is coming on Friday and that's all I care about. Standing around a bunch of screaming 12 year olds while I yell sexy, sexy things at Mindy White. :O

Alright. I'm pooped. See? I can use that expression too.

-Allan

NO SPARTA?!!!!

That makes 300. I guess. I haven't mentioned how many posts I've made in the past (at least I can't recall doing so) so I don't see why this should be any different. Oh well. Let's try this.

Nope. I just fail at math.

A large list of albums that have affected my mental state for the worst accompanied by pretty album covers and comments and is in no specific order:


Arriving Alive - DESA

I live in Oakland. This is pretty Oakland. Pretty much still my favorite band and one of my favoritest records of all time. You can hear loud guitars and learn about Grand Avenue all in the same sitting.


Anything Else But The Truth - The Honorary Title

It's got one of favorite album covers ever. If you like folksy depressing love songs, this is the record for you.


Grace - Jeff Buckley

Jeff Buckley is the man. He's also got a pretty great cover of "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen.


Letting Off The Happiness - Bright Eyes

Do I really need to go on more about Conor Oberst? If you've been reading my blog, you know I fucking love this man. The music's not too bad either.


Charmingly Awkward - Street to Nowhere

So they aren't a band anymore. So maybe you can't stand Dave Smallen. But I can and that's all that matters. I have to say this album has kept me sane when I felt like I was really losing it.


Drugs To The Dear Youth - Tera Melos

Like to have your face ripped off? Like that math rock and roll? Question?! This record is solely responsible for me getting into instrumental bands.


Never Mind The Bollocks, Here's The Sex Pistols - Sex Pistols

If you google Sid Vicious or rabbit lock, I have one of those and I wear it all the time. That tells you how much I love this band and record.


Juturna - Circa Survive

OH EM GEE AMAZINGEST ALBUM EVER!? Anthony Green has one of the most amazing voices evar and writes some of the amazingest things evar!!!


Drunk Like Bible Times - Dear And The Headlights

I've listened to this album non-stop for the past few months and I've forced quite a few videos by this band onto you so you have to love them.


Illuminate - Lydia

I'm seeing them in like a week. Wanna come? Yea you do. Fly your ass into Oakland (unless you're already in Oakland) and we can all go to San Francisco! :D These comments have nothing to do with music anymore do they?


Doppelgänger - The Fall of Troy

DO YOU LIKE REALLY FAST GUITARS AND SCREAMING AND THINKING "HTF CRAZY VOCALS?!". Then go listen to this one.


Heartbreaker - Ryan Adams

My new favorite person in the entire world. Kinda. He's cool.


The Lost Lolli - OLIVIA

She looks all nice and cute and pretty, but that's really not what this album is about. It's actually kinda heavy and scary.Super experimental and not J-Poppy. I was obsessed with Olivia Lufkin (google that instead of OLIVIA) and I still kinda am. She's very good at this whole music thing.


Siamese Dream - Smashing Pumpkins

I've got a love-hate relationship with this band. I'm very vocal about it. That shouldn't stop you from trying to find this album and paying your monies for it.


Waxwane - Love You Moon

I went to a DESA concert and bought this from Matt Embree (the ring leader of this side project) who's like one of the nicest people ever. People like him make real music.


The Mother, The Mechanic, And The Path - The Early November

This album is like 40+ songs. Sure, 1/3 of it is like this weird conversation between a guy and his psychiatrist, but it's still a lot of music. A lot of good music. What I think is good music.


One Cell In The Sea - A Fine Frenzy

I own this album. Twice. I've waited in the cold wearing a fucking t-shirt and without a ticket to a show I wasn't sure was not sold out to go see her. I was THAT obsessed with this band. Not so much anymore, but it's definitely left a mark on me.


Hotel Paper - Michelle Branch

Hahaha. This is actually the first CD I ever bought. Back when I was still down with stuff like this. It's my guilty pleasure now.


Where You Want To Be - Taking Back Sunday

I still like them. A lot. "A Decade Under The Influence" has a special place somewhere inside my chest cavity. Maybe I should've said heart. Now I no longer seem cool to you. =/


Santi - The Academy Is...

Yea, I listen to this too. I own it actually.


Get Hot - Facing New York

Any album with a song called "Cops on Bikes" is worth listening to.

...

Okay. Fuck it. This is too much work. All this clicking and typing! :O

Wasn't that a great idea? Now you have to scroll hella and read about my bad music taste.

-Allan

Her and her cigarettes.

Okay. This is another little experiment. But not really. I just said that to make you tingle in the best of ways?

Oh look, it's the end of all our days
Well I'm not leaving here without getting laid
Oh my, it's the end of this little world
But I'm okay, it's enough to feel grown

I'm calling this one "Let's Drop Acid" (only because that's the only thing I can come up with). I don't know why. It's about the end of the world. Of course you get recognition for giving me the idea. I'll finish this one. I swear on my dead wife.

I'm kinda sick of all these tiny lines I really like but am not motivated to stretch out into a song. Maybe in the end it's just because I don't try hard enough. I sit down for like all of a second and I'm defeated and will just move onto not writing. WRITE! WRITE! WRITE!! I'm tired of complaining about my lack of ability to write also.

I am convinced Dr. Enelow hates me with every fiber of his being. Like actually.

There's an Art History test tomorrow. I normally don't study for those, but I haven't been paying attention these last few Art History classes. Plus we have like a billion (please mail me that punch in the face now) French artists that we have covered. It's scary. STUDY STUDY STUDY!!!

That's the last huge hill before a three day weekend filled with not going outside and trying hard not to go into the city because I'm broke and don't really wanna hear Gambit's bad Cajun accent or see Wolverine's bad CGI claws...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

-Allan

Oh. Mah. Gorsh

A NEW READER OF DOOM?!

!!!

Hello there. Welcome. Sit down. Have a cup of tea. Buy a t-shirt.

Okay. Well. That's one more verified reader. I guess.

Some kid shot himself a few days ago and dragged poor, ol' Marilyn Manson into it. Apparently the little idiot entered a classroom with a gun and wanted everyone to say "Hail Marilyn Manson". Then after missing the two shots he fired at his teacher, he went into a bathroom and shot himself in the head. Guess what? He's still alive. Thus, I feel absolutely no sympathy for him. Even if he had died I wouldn't feel bad for him. If you're gonna kill others and then yourself, don't blame it on some guy who makes music. The fact that you would take anything that Manson writes seriously and act on it is the fault of your lack of judgment (and quite a few screws) and not some guy who wears make up for a living.

Sorry that took a weird turn from somewhat happy the asshole-y. I just find things like that funny and like to comment on them.

Happy. Let's do happy.

I had things to talk about. Then I had to write papers and study for Bio. In short, I forgot most of it.

Nap time.

-Allan

Ashtray slipped

I just finished the ridiculous paper of doom about Freud and all those silly philosophers of the Enlightenment and all that mumbo jumbo.

I fucking hate life right now. This week has actually started sucking since last week (if that's actually possible). It's gonna keep sucking 'til I'm 80 and homeless (if that's actually possible).

Guess what? More creepiness!

I think that everything I do is an attempt to impress some imaginary girl that doesn't exist. I don't know how else to explain it. I'm too brain dead to expand on this.

When I start getting new music, I have to control myself or I go on a rampage and just pick up a billion CD's from a billion different bands (or just one band I decide I'll love). That's why I give myself a limit. I don't like it when it gets to the point where I have like six albums I've kinda half-listened to once and haven't really taken the time to sit down and take anyone apart. I like to sit through albums like a billion times. I've hit one of those points right now. So no more new music for a while. >=O

I've started listening to a good amount of country/alt-country/ctrl+alt+country. I don't know why. Haha. I mean, it's mostly just stuff that Ryan Adams has worked on (which is basically just his solo stuff and Whiskeytown). That feels like a lot though. Don't think I'll ever get into like Tim McGraw or any of that hardcore stuff though.

I've seen Elizabethtown about a billion times now. I think I like it so much because it turned me onto Ryan Adams. Maybe because I'm secretly a sucker for cheesy love films that involve a ton of things I want to do (like take a road trip and have a huge family based in Kentucky?).

If I use "a billion times" again, please send me a punch in the face in the mail.

-Allan

Sing Along

YES! YOU'RE GONNA SIT AT YOUR COMPUTER AND SING OUT LOUD BECAUSE I TOLD YOU SO!!!! IT DOESN'T MATTER IF THERE ARE PEOPLE AROUND!!!! PULL THEM OVER AND MAKE THEN SING TOO!!! >=O

Here's a cheesy song. It's cheesy. It's "depressing". You'll probably hate it. I like it. Eet ees called "Love Love, Kiss Kiss" by zhee Alkaline Trio



Vords

Take a look you see I painted you a picture,
It's black and white except the blood's a little richer
Down in the corner I gave it my signature
And then I titled it "This one's for the Winter"

Check it out, you see it's just a big disaster
I dedicate it to the fact that it's so hard for you to dream,
A million heartbeats all around you make it hard to sleep
Doesn't help you're freezing in your bed your blankets aren't enough
All you want is some one there, all you say is so

Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss, blah blah blah.
You're making me sick, I wish you'd just stop showing off
For the rest of us that no one wants to love
It's hard enough trying to drink another Winter all alone
Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss, blah blah blah.

Well do you find you like to fall in love with people that you're never gonna meet?
It's easier than breaking up and crying in the street
Do you curse the happy couple? Do you cringe at wedding bells?
Do you drink up all the punch while you wish 'em all to

Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss, blah blah blah.
You're making me sick, I wish you'd just stop showing off
For the rest of us that no one wants to love
It's hard enough trying to drink another Winter all alone
Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss, blah blah blah.

You can't escape this fatal case of melancholia
It's in your face, in every place you go it's stalking you
And there are days when we all say we feel we just can't go on
But you've felt this way all along

Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss, blah blah blah.
You're making me sick, I wish you'd just stop showing off
For the rest of us that no one wants to love
It's hard enough trying to drink another Winter all alone
Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss, blah blah blah.

-Allan

Take another

This is a Cheese-kun. It's the mascot for Pizza Hut in Japan. If you order enough Pizza Hut, you can eventually get one of these things (though the one pictured is made by a fan and not official). Anyone in Japan reading this wanna to tell me that's how it works still? WANNA ORDER A TON OF PIZZA HUT AND GET ME ONE!? Yes you do. Reader in Japan that is not reading this.

It's hot. It was like 88 degrees and I was like "Hell no".

I got another, rather creepy offer for my guitar. I am most definitely not even gonna consider it since it's kinda ridiculous and I think it's a scam. The dude was like "I'll pay what you're asking and even drop $50 more if you take your ad down A.S.A.P so I can be sure it's mine!" Then he went on about how he was currently in Mexico on "official business" and how I had to ship it to him and he was gonna mail me a check and blah blah blah shit. Uhh...no sir. Even if it's not a scam, that is just WAAAYYY too much work and I don't have time to even attempt to make it work ('cause you know, I'm so busy all the time).

My phone is off because: 1) It's out of batteries 2) I'm anticipating a bunch of drunk, post-prom folks attempting to call me. Or not. But probably since it usually happens when they "party" and I refuse to go.

I've been watching "Code Geass" the past day and a half. It's kinda interesting, but in no way original. That and I'm kinda over anime. They're maybe a small handful of animes I really, really enjoy and could watch over and over again (and probably already have). "Code Geass" is not one of them. The fact that I stress the "ass" part in my head doesn't help either. -.-"

Alrighty. You're satisfied. Probably pregnant too. This is the part where I run off.

-Allan

I Fought Loneliness and Loneliness Won

I created this hot mess in Art History. I have no clue what I'm trying to convey with it, but you could learn about what were doing in Art History maybe.

I kinda rate people according to how well they pick up on references to Alice in Wonderland. The more you pick up, the more likely it is I will wanna talk to you. That's a really fucking stupid system. I'm sorry.

Okay.

-Allan

My Stilts Are Cracking

I found him on the floor.

There's this song by this little band called Wilco I think everyone needs to listen because I have that kind of decision making power. It's called "How To Fight Loneliness". Very, very good song.

I'm very unpractical. Everything I do makes absolutely no sense. It pisses people off and I don't care. :D

Bleh. I don't know what to write about. I'm not allowed to do like anything anymore so there's not much to write about I guess. By "anything", I mean all the things I enjoy that my parents think will make me focus on school if they take it all away. Blah blah blah.

I don't even wanna complain about my parents. I mean, they're worried about my future, but they're so unrealistic it's not funny.

OH MAH GAWD I CAN'T TAKE THE HEAT ANY MORE THIS SUCKS SO MUCH COMPLAIN COMPLAIN COMPLAIN BE UNGRATEFUL FOR BEING ALIVE AND ALL THAT BULLSHIT!!!

-Allan

Lindsay, quit lollygagging

OH MY GOD! YOU'RE JUST TAKING HER SIDE! HE HAS FEELINGS TOO! BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!!

So I win now? :D

I give half-ass performances and then leave feeling dirty. Woo!

Kentucky Grilled Chicken sucks. For the amount of money you pay to stomach that shit, you could like get a simple BBQ grill and grill all the chicken you could ever want.

I have work to do. Holyfuck do I have work to do.

-Allan

Golly Sandra, you grew up really crazy!

Today, they abducted the Junior class. Amidst all the AP's and tests, student council felt like we needed a break. So we all went to watch a movie. We went the the Cerrito theater:



It's a pretty neat place similar the the Parkway. It had a bunch of couches and served food food (yes, I meant the write "food" twice)! We watched "The Godfather". I fucking love that movie so much and it was about time I saw it again. They don't make movies like that anymore. Thus, I don't think most of the people who would rather watch "The Dark Knight" (the other choice we could've picked) appreciated it one bit (the constant talking gave it away). Sure, everyone's probably seen "The Godfather", but how could Christian Bale and his weird Batman voice beat that? Whatever. This isn't about them. I sat all the waaaaayyyy in the front on a couch. Of course, no one else was dumb enough to sit that close so I had the whole row to myself. Thank god there isn't much sudden moving or crazy shaky camera of doom in the movie.

I just got an ad on facebook saying you could hook up with thirteen year olds through some stupid website. Maybe I should remove "pedophile" from my "about me" section. :D

Have a good night.

-Allan

How to fight loneliness

The next time I shower, I'm bringing pen and paper 'cause these ideas only seem to flow while I'm taking a shower.

Madame either has a really sick sense of humor or she seriously wants me to present my ENTIRE French project to her other French III block. Really?! It wasn't even that good. Just some clip of a movie and me trying to sing... I messed up a lot and was kinda nervous. I probably won't mess up if I do it again, but I'm so tired of this song!!! I love Placebo, but this is too much.

I fall in "love" way too easily. That's exciting to talk about right?! How many songs are out there about that? A bagillion? I should probably expand upon that comment, but I will give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you know alllllll about it.

I wish Conor Oberst would tell me there was an airplane ticket in my e-mail inbox headed towards Mexico. =/

-Allan

Roosevelt Room

Since there's a Bio AP tomorrow, I'll basically be in charge of most thing techie related. I really do hope I understand everything well enough to make it work.

Bio AP also means like half the Junior class is just gone. I'm gonna be so lonely. Hahaha.

I watched this documentary for Conor Oberst and the Mystical Valley Band called "One of My Kind". It was entertaining, but that's not the important part. There's this scene where a bunch of the guys are sitting around and singing "Footloose". I almost shat myself when I heard it. That song just refuses to leave me be.

I've decided that I want a Bigsby tremelo installed on Lo' and a Line 6 DL4 pedal. Then I decided there's no way in hell I'll be able to afford all of it anytime soon. No one's buying my guitar either. =/

-Allan

Outer South

Happy Mother's day!!! All you mothers that read this. Yea...

:D

Today is just an excuse for my mom to buy a bunch of things that require assembling then making me assemble it. Oh man...

I love to help people. I really do. It's just really hard to want to help if you're constantly hovering over me and giving your input on things that you really don't know anything about. Thank you.

Really, I'm trying hard to keep this going.

-Allan

I followed a rabbit once

My original idea for this post was to put up a bunch of pictures of my day up until now. Sadly, I gave up trying to take pictures with my horrible phone. I'll try again once I get a decent camera.

I got the new Conor Oberst album. I'm giddy.

Shopping malls officially make my skin crawl.

Well, the original idea's been killed so I don't know what to blog about. I'm sorry. I sometimes I forget I have to make this interesting so it's easier for you to read through it. I mean that with no sarcasm whatsoever.

-Allan

Belgian Ovals

It came out okay. The sauce that is. Not the baby. It's a tad bit too salty because I had no clue what I was doing. But that doesn't really matter. I'm able to stomach it. That's all I aim for when I cook.

I've decided that starting an instrumental band is something I'd like to do. You don't necessarily have to be super good at your instrument. You just have to be creative and compose things that make people think. Also, it helps to be able to play a few different instruments (say guitar + keyboard + battering ram). Most importantly, it's how hard you go off live. Some people may find that annoying, but fuck them. They can sit in the back.

I feels dizzy and like throwing up.

-Allan

Maybe as tall as a lion

Out of some random impulse, I've decided to try making tomato sauce. At 9 pm. I have to go to sleep within the next 2 hours or else I will be one cranky motherfucker in the morning. This is probably gonna take more than 2 hours. Let's just hope it tastes kinda good.

Folks couldn't care less for innocence these days. Just wanna feel good man.

The new Marylin Manson album comes out soon I think. I can only hope it's as good as "Eat Me, Drink Me". That was supposedly one of his worse albums even though I like it a fair amount. Putting all his crazy bullshit aside, I truly believe that he's a very good lyricist. When he's not trying too hard to fit "fuck you"s into every other line or make things super over the top, he pens some great stuff.

My dad is hellbent once again on making me take someone to the Lydia show instead of just going by myself. I don't wanna. =/

-Allan

paper kitten

I was so nervous for French. I think I get nervous when I tell myself that I should feel nervous which was what I did. I fucked up a few times and was just not in the mood to preform. NEVER AGAIN!

Or at least until the next time I have to.

Now to watch a bunch of movies and cry myself to sleep. Haha.

-Allan

A joo joo joo

My shower gel smells like weed. That fucking sucks.

Part one of French project, done. Part two, fuck....

For some reason, I really wanna watch "Elizabethtown" again. It is mushy and stuff, but I like it. I guess. I felt it was a good movie. It had a really good soundtrack. I got hooked onto Ryan Adams because of that movie. And it actually played "Free Bird". How often do you see someone actually play "Free Bird"?

The new Conor Oberst album came out yesterday. Somehow I was not all over that. I have to make it out to some place that sells records to get a copy this week.

-Allan

Tick, tock, bomb

I don't know if I can stress how much I don't like learning about all the random, unnecessary information about people (ones I like and dislike). I don't want to know these things. I don't need to know these things. Knowing just makes it easier for me to offend people. Don't ask, don't tell. Don't ask, don't tell.

I'm officially completely over hearing about prom. It no longer interests me in some weird, twelve-year old gossip-y way. Now it's just fucking annoying 'cause it's everywhere!!! And stop telling me I should go. No one is saving me from a long, miserable life by convincing me to go. I don't think I will ever sit down somewhere down the road and think "Man, I really wished I wasted a ton of money to sit in a fucking corner and then watch my friends get drunk while I bore myself to death!" It's not me.

I'm kinda angry right now. I feel stupid when I'm angry because I'm generally a very mellow person. I don't think I can stay angry. I just don't like to be angry. I've really nothing to be angry about since I'm usually the one that's in the wrong. Haha.

So get this. Madame wants me to present the song part of my French project to both her French III blocks. No thank you. I can only shatter ear drums for one period before wanting to curl up into a ball and crying myself to sleep. Not that I'm in any way scared to preform. That's about the only thing I can do in front of people. Act like I can sing. But I don't wanna do it. I'm pretty tired of the song already. In case you care, it's "Protège-moi" by Placebo. I like it, but it's not THAT good of a song.

Zhees has gone on for too long.

-Allan

Slacking off has a new name

Relativity by Emarosa


Singularity by Mae

Yea, I'm really not in the mood to work. =/

-Allan