Bong load

60 years of the People's Republic of China! WOO! HOORAY!! HELLA STUFF ABOUT IT ON TV!

DESA is no longer a band. I tried to deny this, but it's true. Poop. Whatever I guess. If the dudes aren't having fun doing it, it's pretty pointless.

-Allan

Inside myself

I've been really obsessed with this song. I've been listening to it non-stop. I'm trying to learn how to play it. I keep singing it in my head and out loud.

It's a pretty bad live video. They can't sing it right....ever. Probably because most of their pre-Crack The Skye stuff was all screaming.

I sing out loud a lot. I can't control it. Are you my mother?

All Seniors get their own page in our year book. It's known as your Senior page (duh). You can decorate it and shit. Other high schools probably do this too. I wouldn't know. Anyways, I'm trying to decide between not doing anything for mine because I just don't give a shit or my other plan which is super awesome and I can only hope they let me do it. What is this other plan you ask? I would just have a semi-huge picture of Johnny Depp half-naked and smoking a cigarette on of the bottom corners and it would probably just say in huge letters "I'm right behind you." Why? Because I love Johnny Depp. Also because I was reminded that there was this band called Gay For Johnny Depp and that's kinda how the layout for their website is and it's totally awesome.

Yea!

-Allan

Enter

There was a cross country party yesterday. One of the things I did was walk around on the ground which was covered with rocks and other goodies without shoes or socks on. Now my feet are sore as fuck.

Other than that, it was fun. I have to say, that may have been one of the weirdest afternoons of my life.

One things that was brought up by the Senior girls on the team was how some of they felt our grade was really divided socially. Then they went on about how they really wanted to make friends with like every one this year. I found it really funny.

-Allan

That's what she said

I can't stop saying that.

I'm apparently getting a new phone because my parents want new phones and decided AT&T was a better company thing than Verizon. I don't know or care a whole lot. I just want it to not die after 3 hours.

I don't understand a god damn thing about playing metal. I wish I did though. Maybe if I actually applied myself to this, I would be better at it.

Old Mastodon is kinda unpleasant. It's only on recent albums that they started to sing instead of just fucking scream. I like it more when they sing.

I'm too stoked on Mastodon. I think I may in fact be pissing everyone off because all I've talked about for the past day is Mastodon. I'm awesome like that.

We had a magician at school today. He was really awesome.

Now to sleep until hella late.

-Allan

I joke

They're actually really nice tattoo artists who may or may nor be growing pot.

Chiodos let Craig Owens go. Not Craig Owens quits Chiodos. They kicked him out of the band. Really? My money's on that band going to shit without Craig. He's kinda the only reason why I listen to Chiodos so yea. If the new singer (which I doubt they'll find) doesn't sound like a girl then I'm not listening to them anymore.

I'm really, really, really, really, really stoked on Mastodon. It's just a matter of time I try to play one of their songs and become way less stoked.

Good night.

-Allan

Hot Topic punk

I was woken up at around 5 am today by this horrible humming noise. I'm not 100% sure it wasn't all in my head, but it was so horrible I couldn't sleep. I actually got up and walked around the house and I concluded it was coming either from my grandma's room or my new neighbors were doing some weird shit.

I think my new neighbors may in fact be growing pot. As soon as they move in, a handful of people on our street have complained that the electricity and stuff has been acting a bit funny. It's totally common for pot dealers to steal energy off of other people on the grid so things like PG&E can't really tell they're using all that excess power because it looks like it's running from all of us. I just hope they're shit doesn't burn down because they don't know how to set up grow lights.

Thanks guys.

-Allan

Aerith

Taylor Swift gives girls all the wrong ideas. No. A slutty, brunette version of you will not be dating your neighbor who you just so happen to have this huge crush on and you won't end up dating your neighbor after slutty you fucks some other guy because in real life, that's really awkward. Stoopid.

I finally got the "new" Mastodon album. I say finally because I joke about Mastodon all the time. Not because I've been dying to hear it. It's a solid album. Awesome guitar work and awesome everything else. They do, however, have like three people singing (and not like harmonies for the most part) which can kinda be a mess live. They should get lessons from Good Old War.

I'm listening to a ton of bands I joke about all the time. Oh noes.

The Mastodon joke isn't really vicious. There's a tech/IT guy at school who has a beard and looks like he belongs in Mastodon so I joke about it.

The Paramore jokes are though.

I really wanna play guitar. Maybe I should've have wasted my down time blogging. FUCK YOU HOMEWORK AND NOT BEING ABLE TO STAY UP LATE BECAUSE CAFFEINE AND SCREWED ME UP!!!

-Allan

Wanderlust

I watched this movie late last night/early morning today called "Gigantic" only because Zooey Deschanel was in it. It was a horrible movie. The only way I can describe it is that the entire movie never really happens. It just kinda beats around the bush for an hour and a half. The movie is about this mattress/bed salesman who wants to adopt a baby from China because that's like his life's goal and he falls for this crazy lady named Happy (played by Zooey) who has commitment issues and her filthy rich dad buys this bed for $14,000 and it's just a huge mess. There's also this sub plot about some crazy homeless man who's trying to kill the main character, but that never really gets expanded on and was completely unnecessary. Maybe there is some deeper meaning to the homeless man. I can't think of any. The only people who watched this movie had to have been super hardcore Zooey Deschanel fans.

Sometimes, I feel like I've got my shit really figured out. I'm not quite sure what that means exactly, but I just do sometimes.

Tickle.

-Allan

The only thing that can explain how I got into your house

It was about only 4-5 years ago I was stoked about shit like Yellow Card. Remember that one song? I just listened to it. I wanted to punch everyone in that video in the face.

Now I listen to shit like Daughters. Change is scary.

I do talk about my feelings you dummy. That's kind of the whole point of this blog (but not at all). Wanna talk about my feelings people reading this? My AIM name thing is critterspin. I'm on all the fucking time. We'll talk the shit out of my feelings.

I bought this shirt at that show I went to. It says "It's not a fight. It's a GOOD OLD WAR." I love it.

I haven't talked about that show have I? It was amazing. The Good Old War guys came into the audience at one point because some girl asked them to play "Tell Me" and they were like "We'll come play it next to you if you want" and they did. Keith bumped into me while they were singing and decided it was a good idea to just grab me and shake me. The Honorary Title was really, really, really good. Jarrod Gorbel has to be one of my favorite people ever. His set was kinda interrupted by this drunk-ish blonde lady who kept standing in front of the window behind the stage. Jarrod made a ton of jokes about her. He even stopped half-way through a new song because he saw her making out with some guy and made up this crazy dialogue about fucking. She was apparently a friend of one of the band people I guess. Whatever.

My phone number is 510-882-3023. I don't tend to answer. Leave a message about my feelings.

-Allan

Rebel without a lot of things

Fuck me. I actually really like Every Time I Die. They're one of those bands I talk a lot of shit about because they have a horrible name. I actually thought they were one of those shitty screamo bands who look like an American Apparel catalog, but I was wrong. They're actually more like The Dillinger Escape plan which I love.

I also actually thought I would hate the new Craig Owens EP. I actually kinda don't since there's some cool stuff on it. Maybe it's just because Craig Owens isn't as big of an asshole as Jonny Craig is. Jonny Craig is a huge asshole. A huge asshole who has an amazing voice. A huge asshole who's wasting his amazing voice recording shit for his bad solo project. Let's get more Emarosa.

I'm just gonna talk about music this entire post so you can stop right here if you want.

Billy Corgan wants to release a 44 song album under the Smashing Pumpkins name. I want to stick my head in the microwave because he won't stop doing dumb shit.

I don't think I can complain enough about how people assume I know things or they assume I want to know things. Today while I was out running with the cross-country team, my friend told me he felt awkward speaking to another friend of mine because this other friend at some point (and maybe even now) had (has?) a crush on his girlfriend. That makes sense right? Work it out. He thought I knew about it. I was really taken by surprise. Now that thought is gonna pop into my head any time those three are in the same room (which happens quite often). I don't tell anyone who I have crushes on. I just don't talk about these things ever. I'm not interested in discussing these things (unless in cryptic blog form) because it's well...uninteresting to me. Why on earth would you expect me to know man?

Knowing that bit of useless information does make certain comments about that girl make more sense though. I guess. Fuck this I don't care.

That goes on a list of reasons why I really want high school to end.

Some idiot is lighting fireworks outside.

-Allan

I have an awesome urban dictionary page

I continue to grow more and more fascinated with stuff like Ratatat and instrumental music. So much so that I may or may nor end up covering "Seventeen Years" for my Senior moment. That also means I'll need something that can loop shit. I almost have kinda enough to buy that Line 6 pedal that makes awesome noises and also loops shit. Time to cheat the man and fill out more time sheets.

Okay potaytay.

-Allan

No really, I'll let you finish

I'm so bummed out about how much attention Kanye is getting from his little "stint" at the MTV "You're marginally talented here's an award" show. Is this really worthy of that much attention? Are we not at the point where we can just wag our fingers and go "Oh Kanye..."? He's just an attention whore who tries to hard to be "opinionated".

I do have to say, however, that I like Beyonce's song way better. She's at least 40 times more talented than Taylor Swift. Plus, all of Taylor Swift's videos are like the exact same fucking thing. There's a boy, she doesn't have the boy, shit happens, she has the boy. Boring. Next.

I've become really fascinated with Skidmore. I wanna go there! I'm probably not gonna get in! I should maybe but totally fill out my common app first. -.-

-Allan

Promotion

Why listen to The Format when you can have fun.?

-Allan

Substitute People

My 8th grade teacher sent me a letter today. It's one of those "time capsule" letters they make you write and they return it to you at some point later in your life. I couldn't remember when she said she would send it, but it sure as hell is here now. I'm scared to read it. I wrote it back in 2006. That person's been long dead.

While we were cleaning out the MEW today for the dance tomorrow, we stumbled upon these two really old speakers. I was told I could have them. Now I have a new project on my hands: To make these things work and convert them into amp cabinets. All I need to do is change the input jack into 1/4'' jack and make sure the speakers work still (I was assured they could be replaced cheap). Then I'd have to paint it some color since it's an ugly brown color right now and the paint's wearing off too. It would be awesome if all of this ends up working out.

I've been unable to stay up past 8 p.m. in the past week or so. This is not good because I have piles and piles of homework to do. I've been able to bullshit through my first week of school without letting anyone know I'm behind, but if playing catch up doesn't work out this weekend, I won't last through next week.

Do you ever think that I'm just fooling everyone?

-Allan

Mojo Pin

I'm really tired. I've been up 20 ft in the air way too many times today. We decorated the shit out of the upper school though. I am really proud of the amazing last minute ideas and how nicely things went. Let's just hope it doesn't all blow away by tomorrow.

Now I am fucking tired and really behind. I can't stay up too late because I have to show up early tomorrow and I just don't know how I'm gonna bullshit my way out of this one. I'm honestly ready to drop one of my classes.

BUT THERE'S AN HONORARY TITLE SHOW ON SUNDAY!!! I really shouldn't go since I have to play catch up all weekend, but fuck it. I love them/him way too much. Plus, Good Old War is gonna be there too so more awesome.

-Allan

Rabbit Heart

YEA!! WOO!! Let's all jizz in our pants cause the awesome, awesome president is on TV. I don't really know what he said because I didn't watch it so I can't talk shit. But I did read people's reactions to it on twitter (fuck me) and it made me uneasy. It's because some people basically idolize him, I feel like it's all still a gimmick. I would love to see him fuck up and then all these fucking idiots immediately turn the other cheek and slander him.

I don't dislike our president. That's not what I'm trying to say. It doesn't fucking matter. I just get upset when important things like this get turned into something that feels like it's just a fad and there's nothing else to it.

I might possibly get to run around dressed like a giant bird with antlers. You didn't hear that from me though.

There's this band called Liars. They have this song called "Plastic Casts of Everything". There's a music video for it. I think more music videos need to be like it.

I try hard to just be indifferent with most people I have nothing in common with. I don't wanna talk to you really, but if you say something to me, I'll respond with a nice and non-snarky comment. Hell, the fact that I'll respond is good in my book. But there are certain people I just can't even speak to because I can't think of anything nice to say to them. I hate every fiber of your being. I hate what you are. I hate what you do. I hate how fucking arrogant you are. I hate having two fucking classes with you. I don't get how people can get like that. How anyone can get to that point where they actually think they have something over everyone else. Where they think what they say goes and everything else is dumb. Where they think they know you from 10 second conversations and what other people say. You open your mouth and I'm just so blown away at the amount of shit that comes out of it that I actually cover my ears sometimes. I can do this for quite a few pages. Why oh why do you have to force me to be anywhere near these people life?

Homework is not getting done.

This has been an angry-ish post. I'm sorry? This is what happens when I'm tired.

I feel bad for not finding any value in dropping a ton of money for getting a Senior portrait? Oh, I'm so cool for not having shit on my Senior page. Har har har. The only people who will be bummed are my parents. I guess. Whatever. I bum them out enough by not ending up like half the shit they wanted me to end up like. A little more couldn't hurt.

I am done. FUCK MCFUCK FUCK FUCKETY FUCK FUCK! I swear because it keeps you listening.

-Allan

Keep secrets

Happy birthday website that allows creepy old men to read about my life. I love you. Kinda. We should see other people.

The new Saosin album isn't as bad as I was kinda thinking it would be. I actually enjoy a good chunk of it. Maybe I just don't like em that much anymore because Cove (that's his real name I assume) sounds horrible live when not playing an acoustic set.

There is too much homework. I think I'm already falling behind since I didn't exactly do any of the Summer assignments and missed a day of French. Hooray. I have 6 free periods total which is weird compared to my 8-10 in previous years. Most of those free periods will be spent bitching about setting up something for someone. Being a Senior is awesome possum.

I'm looking forward to sleeping tonight.

-Allan

Burning dollah

I'm really interested in pin-up girls. So much so that I'd consider getting a tattoo of one so I could regret it 40 years later. My guitar strap is covered in them so I guess that'll have to do for now.

I had this really weird dream. Not because of what happened in it, but because of what I felt after it (you dirty, dirty person thinking dirty, dirty things after reading that sentence). Most of it made no sense so I'll skip to the part where it got interesting. I was in this hallway inside of some abandoned building with these two kids who had a remote controlled car. I was just kinda standing off to the side watching them as they ran around like 5 year olds with a bad crack addiction. They run off to the one end of the hallway and turn around the corner so I go after them because I guess I was looking after them or something. I barely make it past a few steps when they come running back, but I hear more footsteps with them. Following the kids are these two dogs, one was like a white poodle and the other was a police hound (black with like brownish parts), and they were all giddy and excited like dogs are when they see people. Blah blah blah more running. I go back to where I was standing. The kids chase the dogs down the other end of the hallway which has a huge door that I assume is locked so they turn back. It's at this time that one of the dogs comes towards me. In my head I'm thinking "Don't bite me, don't bite me, don't bite me..." What do you know? The dog takes a nibble at my knee. It's right there that I wake up and it feels like my knee just got bit. Weird right? I should stay off the crack.

Now to read and entire book before tomorrow and hope all my homework is done.

-Allan

Unhealthy obsession with red heads

I feel like I've been hit by a car. That implies I've been hit by a car before.

There's nothing like spending an entire day with your class mates that makes you realize how much you wanna just graduate and leave all their bullshit behind. Maybe I just have no clue what bullshit is, but oh my gorsh. Some of the stuff that came out of people's mouths made me cringe. I've no actual issues with any of you though so it's okay to keep mailing cookies to my fan club.

We had a little "talent show" during fallout. It was kind of entertaining. Some people could actually sing. I enjoyed it. Mr. Vann did the bottle thing where he puts it down on the floor from his forehead without using his hands again and now I can safely say it never ceases to amaze me. Your's truly almost got up and did something, but the kid in the corner who kept getting up and wanting to play ANOTHER song made me change my mind. You could have it dude. You clearly want it more.

I'm so snarky. SNARK MCSNARK SNARK!!!

Sometimes it's because I don't have to balls to say these things to these people I write them here and get a few cheap laughs. Other times it's because these people are so busy blowing themselves that anything I say will not have the desired effect so I don't even bother.

Should I wipe my ass with a rake?

-Allan

You're standing way too close...

...and she's not that into you. Or maybe she is. I don't know or care a whole bunch.

What the fuck am I talking about?

We have a new girl from Hungary. This creepy guy I wanna punch in the face because he's such a smartass is all over her already. End of oh so exciting story.

I head out to sleep on the floor outside in less than an hour. Hooray?

I'm a Senior now. I don't feel like one. I probably won't ever get the chance to sit on our side of the MEW and stomp my feet a lot and scream real loud with the other Seniors every time some teacher says "SENIORS!!!" because I'm backstage clicking buttons and not giving a shit. :D But whatever. It'll be a good year. I'm ACTUALLY in Tech Theatre this year. The world's gonna fucking end now. If you don't understand that joke, I've been helping out the Tech Theatre folks with plays for the past 2-3 years of my high school life. I've never been in that class once or had to actually do any of the work I was asked to do. I just wanted to hang out with people and watch free plays. This year I'll be graded for hanging out and watching free plays.

I'm a smartass. Maybe me and smartass creepy guy should actually be best friends. I hear myself say things and am fully aware what comes out of my mouth whether you believe that or not. Half the time, I wanna punch myself in the face. The other half, I'm so proud of myself.

Buh bye.

-Allan