anti-social commentaries version 2.1
Friday, October 31, 2003
Why Are All The Good Ones Married or Gay?
I saw Tegan and Sara last night. It was a very good show. Matt Sharp on Moog... it's like seeing Picaso paint or Hendrix play guitar. At least, that's how it was for me. But an overall really fantastic show. I really wish I had made a bootleg, but oh well... there's always Saturday's show. I hope Matt and Sara do that song they did together again. And seeing Matt play with girls was kind of sad. It makes me miss the Rentals.
But anyways... enough gushing about twin lesbians.
I'm very tired today. It took me about four hours to get home. The 407 was at a stand still. Seriously, I did not budge for over an hour. I missed work too so I'm out a whopping $30. Everything seems like such a blur lately. The last two months have been uneventful and boring and sad. The little burst of good at the end of summer kind of ended when school started back up. Everything seems dull. I feel lost. I feel confused. I feel lonely. I feel tired. I feel hungry. I feel horny. I feel jacked up. I feel sluggish. I feel small. I feel smart. I feel abused. I feel so... My mind, body and... I don't like the word soul... umm... emotions are just spent. I'm spent. Everything seems so momentary. It feels like everything we do and say and act upon now will just be forgotten in the future. There are those bursts of good things - concerts, TV shows, conversations - and they are great. I'm just looking for something that will last. I'm looking for a cheap high or something... perhaps I should get a paperbag and a can of spray paint (I kid). I'm running on empty. My gas meter is farther beyond the slash than ever before - Mr Krammer, the road! I just don't have the tolerance or drive or depth for anyone or anything right now. I want the world and I get this cell. I want to scream but it comes out a yawn.
Magnolia line: I really do have love to give; I just don't know where to put it.
Magnolia... you know that part in Magnolia where they all sing that Amiee Mann song? It reminds me of a suggestion that a friend gave to me about my cartoon where all sing "She Says It's Alright". Nanowrimo starts tonight, but I'm sleepy... I'm scatter brained. Here's a song... a song I wrote about Sara Quinn who apparently has some sort of power over guys (ie Matt Sharp, Ryan Adams)... at least, that's how it seems:
Anyone remember my blog from a year ago? I wrote a good long thing about the boy on the train? Well... he was right.
I should have went to sleep ages ago.
I saw Tegan and Sara last night. It was a very good show. Matt Sharp on Moog... it's like seeing Picaso paint or Hendrix play guitar. At least, that's how it was for me. But an overall really fantastic show. I really wish I had made a bootleg, but oh well... there's always Saturday's show. I hope Matt and Sara do that song they did together again. And seeing Matt play with girls was kind of sad. It makes me miss the Rentals.
But anyways... enough gushing about twin lesbians.
I'm very tired today. It took me about four hours to get home. The 407 was at a stand still. Seriously, I did not budge for over an hour. I missed work too so I'm out a whopping $30. Everything seems like such a blur lately. The last two months have been uneventful and boring and sad. The little burst of good at the end of summer kind of ended when school started back up. Everything seems dull. I feel lost. I feel confused. I feel lonely. I feel tired. I feel hungry. I feel horny. I feel jacked up. I feel sluggish. I feel small. I feel smart. I feel abused. I feel so... My mind, body and... I don't like the word soul... umm... emotions are just spent. I'm spent. Everything seems so momentary. It feels like everything we do and say and act upon now will just be forgotten in the future. There are those bursts of good things - concerts, TV shows, conversations - and they are great. I'm just looking for something that will last. I'm looking for a cheap high or something... perhaps I should get a paperbag and a can of spray paint (I kid). I'm running on empty. My gas meter is farther beyond the slash than ever before - Mr Krammer, the road! I just don't have the tolerance or drive or depth for anyone or anything right now. I want the world and I get this cell. I want to scream but it comes out a yawn.
Magnolia line: I really do have love to give; I just don't know where to put it.
Magnolia... you know that part in Magnolia where they all sing that Amiee Mann song? It reminds me of a suggestion that a friend gave to me about my cartoon where all sing "She Says It's Alright". Nanowrimo starts tonight, but I'm sleepy... I'm scatter brained. Here's a song... a song I wrote about Sara Quinn who apparently has some sort of power over guys (ie Matt Sharp, Ryan Adams)... at least, that's how it seems:
So share todayI don't think there is a Sara anymore. I'd like there to be again, but I think my words and dreams and my millions of screams towards her are coming to an end. She will always be in my heart (and she weighs down my right side quite a bit with a Powerpuff Girl and a bracelet), but facts are facts, we'll never be as close as we used to be. We'll never be as close as I want us to be. She's moved on and I guess I have to too. Maybe I'll go back to the dreamer name as advised before... it's just time for me to get new dreams. Time for new goals, new people, maybe even a new love (now that the hats gone, I'm shaving regularly, and if those Axe body spray commercials have a grain of truth [though my female friend got checked out be more girls than I did at the concert last night])... I don't know. One of my favourite cliches is "You never stop loving someone, you just learn to live without them." I don't know if that's true. I'm learning to live without her again... at least just less of her now. I don't know if I'd ever go cold turkey (what does that mean?). I would never want to. The idea of that happening makes me ever so sad. I feel like our closeness has gone down a great deal which makes me already sad enough. Honestly, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her (I still would actually), now I just want her to be anywhere and anything to me in anyway we can. Across the continent or across the street, she'll always be important to me.
Oh Sara look my way
Sara smile at me
And tell me it's okay
Anyone remember my blog from a year ago? I wrote a good long thing about the boy on the train? Well... he was right.
I should have went to sleep ages ago.
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
What's Up?
I got bad news... it makes me sad. It's not about me personally... just things make me sad.
My van is fucked up but I will not miss Matt playing Moogs tomorrow. I will struggle on the Go Bus if that's what it takes.
I saw the new Blink video. Not that I like videos much, but this one I really didn't like. It didn't seem very Blink 182 like. Not that I was hoping for the usual humorous stuff, it's just that their older videos were always focused around them and this one sort of has a lot of weird visuals. Not really weird, but it's like you hardly see the band. And Tom has a Gibson? Why? It's weird seeing him without his one pick-up Strat.
Nothing eventful in my life... like there ever is. Sigh... tear drop... wipes eye. I've made a few decisions in my life:
1) I will no longer wear my hat. Yes, I know that many people have grown accustomed to the ugly old thing. Maybe you've even grown to like it... but it's gone forever. I came to this conclusion for a few a reasons - 1) My hair isn't shagging in my eyes anymore so I don't need it to keep my hair out of my face. 2) Everyone dislikes it... some people with a lot of passion. And 3) I eventually want to attract someone of the opposite sex again and every girl I've ever known has hated the hat -- I think I will burn it.
2) I will shave every other day. It's 1991, I don't hang out in coffee houses, and I already look old enough.
3) Try not to slouch. I've been trying not to slouch as much lately... this should be self-explanatory.
I guess I'm trying to better myself.
I got bad news... it makes me sad. It's not about me personally... just things make me sad.
My van is fucked up but I will not miss Matt playing Moogs tomorrow. I will struggle on the Go Bus if that's what it takes.
I saw the new Blink video. Not that I like videos much, but this one I really didn't like. It didn't seem very Blink 182 like. Not that I was hoping for the usual humorous stuff, it's just that their older videos were always focused around them and this one sort of has a lot of weird visuals. Not really weird, but it's like you hardly see the band. And Tom has a Gibson? Why? It's weird seeing him without his one pick-up Strat.
Nothing eventful in my life... like there ever is. Sigh... tear drop... wipes eye. I've made a few decisions in my life:
1) I will no longer wear my hat. Yes, I know that many people have grown accustomed to the ugly old thing. Maybe you've even grown to like it... but it's gone forever. I came to this conclusion for a few a reasons - 1) My hair isn't shagging in my eyes anymore so I don't need it to keep my hair out of my face. 2) Everyone dislikes it... some people with a lot of passion. And 3) I eventually want to attract someone of the opposite sex again and every girl I've ever known has hated the hat -- I think I will burn it.
2) I will shave every other day. It's 1991, I don't hang out in coffee houses, and I already look old enough.
3) Try not to slouch. I've been trying not to slouch as much lately... this should be self-explanatory.
I guess I'm trying to better myself.
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Ahh...
I went on a dry Christmas Shopping run. I'm thinking about what I can get people. I'm planning on getting my album done by early December and give them out instead of cards, but I don't know if I can get that to work now because my brother's computer is now 100% dead. I'm starting to think about what to get people. My cousin and I have decided to go halfs this year which will work wonders on our college/university bank accounts.
I searched all over for the new Tony Hawk game... apparently to get something on the day of it's release you have to pre-order it. Pretty ridiculous. I would have settled for the Smackdown, but once again, you must preorder... battards.
Seeing Matt Sharp and Tegan and Sara this week. Excited about the moogs. I'm hoping to hear "You Went Away" with some signature Matt Sharp riffs behind them. Anticipating to weep at "She Says It's Alright" and many others from Seven More Minutes. Looking forward to seeing people I haven't seen in awhile.
Thinking of joining that Nanowrimo or whatever it's called thing soon.
Slowly recovering from my lack of motivation last week.
And finally... I got batteries for my electric toothbrush. My mouth feels so much better.
Mood: Meh
Current Music: Different Class by Pulp
I went on a dry Christmas Shopping run. I'm thinking about what I can get people. I'm planning on getting my album done by early December and give them out instead of cards, but I don't know if I can get that to work now because my brother's computer is now 100% dead. I'm starting to think about what to get people. My cousin and I have decided to go halfs this year which will work wonders on our college/university bank accounts.
I searched all over for the new Tony Hawk game... apparently to get something on the day of it's release you have to pre-order it. Pretty ridiculous. I would have settled for the Smackdown, but once again, you must preorder... battards.
Seeing Matt Sharp and Tegan and Sara this week. Excited about the moogs. I'm hoping to hear "You Went Away" with some signature Matt Sharp riffs behind them. Anticipating to weep at "She Says It's Alright" and many others from Seven More Minutes. Looking forward to seeing people I haven't seen in awhile.
Thinking of joining that Nanowrimo or whatever it's called thing soon.
Slowly recovering from my lack of motivation last week.
And finally... I got batteries for my electric toothbrush. My mouth feels so much better.
Mood: Meh
Current Music: Different Class by Pulp
I Think Therefore I Suck
I've always hated Rene Descartes. Firstly, the whole french thing. There's only two things I like about the french, Poutine and Simple Plan. But "I think therefore I am"? Shouldn't it be I do therefore I am. Because if you just sat and thought you wouldn't really be anything but a paperweight. Just a thought.
I've always hated Rene Descartes. Firstly, the whole french thing. There's only two things I like about the french, Poutine and Simple Plan. But "I think therefore I am"? Shouldn't it be I do therefore I am. Because if you just sat and thought you wouldn't really be anything but a paperweight. Just a thought.
Monday, October 27, 2003
A Chat With a Baby
So I had a nice long chat with a baby... they listen really well. Here's how it went.
So I had a nice long chat with a baby... they listen really well. Here's how it went.
Boy and girl are in living room with a baby. They are watching Pretty In Pink.
Girl: I have to go to the washroom. Can you just watch her for a second?
Boy: Are you sure? I've never really been left alone with a baby before.
Girl: You'll be fine. And I'll just be in the bathroom.
Girl lifts baby and puts on the boy's lap.
Boy: Hey Jazz-mine.
Baby looks at boy.
Boy: Why do you look so sad?
Baby tugs at boy's hip. Boy unlatches trinket from his belt loop.
Boy: Oh, you wanna play with Buttercup? My best-friend gave this to me. She loves this movie. I love her. She says "I'm off like a dirty shirt" constantly.
TV: I live my life to like you.
Boy: I'm so Duckie. Duckie deserves the girl because he really loves that girl. He'll probably never fall in love again. He loves her way more than that guy from Weekend at Bernie's. The two of them probably live happily ever after while Duckie now lives with Charlie Sheen. You have no idea what I'm saying, but it's not like anyone else does either.
Baby bites on his little finger.
Boy: Don't you ever grow up. You're destined to be such a heart breaker. God Damn you half Filipino girls. There's this two year old you're destined to hook up with. You'd make even cuter babies than the two of you combined. Don't you ever grow up.
Boy begins to rub the baby's head under his chin.
Friday, October 24, 2003
The Cure
A Letter to Elise - You're in love, but out of a
relationship. You knew it was going to end, but
you held on. Or...you're in love but not loved
in return.
Which Song By The Cure Are You?
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A Letter to Elise - You're in love, but out of a
relationship. You knew it was going to end, but
you held on. Or...you're in love but not loved
in return.
Which Song By The Cure Are You?
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An Early Day
I've posted twice before probably any of my readers even wake up. It's a weird day for me today. Things running through my head, cold surrounding my body, dreams floating away... Reality has never been something with inside of me. I've never been good with it. And life is real. I can't pretend anymore. Maybe my brother, the multi-orgasmic man (I will never get over that), is right. Maybe I should just grow up... but that wouldn't be real either. That would just be pretending to grow up. I don't know. I don't see myself outgrowing many of my traits. I like been immature and loving music and writing and talking about nothing and watching TV and movies and whatever... I'm not going to change for the sake of change.
Do I regret anything? Many things. I don't let go of things easily. When something is important to me I cherish it. I'll pursue it. I'll try my hardest. But like I said before, your best sometimes isn't good enough.
Good morning...
I've posted twice before probably any of my readers even wake up. It's a weird day for me today. Things running through my head, cold surrounding my body, dreams floating away... Reality has never been something with inside of me. I've never been good with it. And life is real. I can't pretend anymore. Maybe my brother, the multi-orgasmic man (I will never get over that), is right. Maybe I should just grow up... but that wouldn't be real either. That would just be pretending to grow up. I don't know. I don't see myself outgrowing many of my traits. I like been immature and loving music and writing and talking about nothing and watching TV and movies and whatever... I'm not going to change for the sake of change.
Do I regret anything? Many things. I don't let go of things easily. When something is important to me I cherish it. I'll pursue it. I'll try my hardest. But like I said before, your best sometimes isn't good enough.
Good morning...
4 AM
I'm up.
I'm tired.
I'm cold.
It's dark.
I'm up before Stern.
I will not get home until 9 PM.
My glasses are tear stained.
My feet are freezing.
I'm awake.
I'm up.
I'm tired.
I'm cold.
It's dark.
I'm up before Stern.
I will not get home until 9 PM.
My glasses are tear stained.
My feet are freezing.
I'm awake.
Thursday, October 23, 2003
Dumb
My heart is broke, but I have some glue. Help me inhale and mend it with you.
I think it's official. It's over. Gone and for good. A part of me has died today. Dreaming... I'm not going to do that anymore. I just don't want to. I realized today, actually awhile ago, but it came out today, that it's really impossible. I love this person... a lot. And she loves me. And there's no doubt in my mind that if we were together then we would be good together. Happy? Happy is a strong word that really isn't applicable in reality. But good together? I think so. And facts are facts, it's pretty much impossible. And no matter how hard it is for me to admit, no matter how many tears come down my eyes, no matter how much we want it, it's pretty much impossible.
I'm 21 years old. I don't have many prospects for the future. I lost a girlfriend who I felt as good as married in my mind too. And I don't know if I'll ever get over this. That first love is the one you measure the rest to and I don't know how anyone can measure up to her. She saved my life. She was my best-friend. She owns my flower (such a queer). So how does someone just match up with that? I don't know. Maybe I just accept the dissapointment? I just take it for what it's worth and lower my standards. She was the cutest knife in the drawer and I live in a world where all I see is ugly (Age of Electric song by the way).
I heard the nay-saying when I decided to go into a long distance relationship. They said it was impossible, but I didn't listen. I thought we could actually make it work. But I was wrong and you were right. I hope you are happy.
We will stay friends though. I refuse not having that.
I look at my life, and I see myself alone. I'm far too shy to meet new people. I'm far too ugly to get someone as pretty as her. I'm far to weird for anyone to even like me. How many people do you know that will love the following - Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange, Iron Man by Sabbath, What I Like About You starring Amanda Bynes, The Porographer's Poem by Michael Turner, and Josie and The Pussy Cats? I have diverse tastes and loves and hates and desires. I'm a weirdo. I just don't feel like sharring that with anyone anymore.
I know I'll probably get a bunch of "It will be okay" e-mail and phone calls and I'll thank-you in advance. It's just that, heartbreak is not a feeling you get used to. Heartbreaker! (No heartbreaker!). This will take a long time for me to heal. It's like people get divorced and some people get over it quickly while others don't at all. I don't know where I'll fall in.
In the end... I still love you. Always... Your friend across the sea.
My heart is broke, but I have some glue. Help me inhale and mend it with you.
I think it's official. It's over. Gone and for good. A part of me has died today. Dreaming... I'm not going to do that anymore. I just don't want to. I realized today, actually awhile ago, but it came out today, that it's really impossible. I love this person... a lot. And she loves me. And there's no doubt in my mind that if we were together then we would be good together. Happy? Happy is a strong word that really isn't applicable in reality. But good together? I think so. And facts are facts, it's pretty much impossible. And no matter how hard it is for me to admit, no matter how many tears come down my eyes, no matter how much we want it, it's pretty much impossible.
I'm 21 years old. I don't have many prospects for the future. I lost a girlfriend who I felt as good as married in my mind too. And I don't know if I'll ever get over this. That first love is the one you measure the rest to and I don't know how anyone can measure up to her. She saved my life. She was my best-friend. She owns my flower (such a queer). So how does someone just match up with that? I don't know. Maybe I just accept the dissapointment? I just take it for what it's worth and lower my standards. She was the cutest knife in the drawer and I live in a world where all I see is ugly (Age of Electric song by the way).
I heard the nay-saying when I decided to go into a long distance relationship. They said it was impossible, but I didn't listen. I thought we could actually make it work. But I was wrong and you were right. I hope you are happy.
We will stay friends though. I refuse not having that.
I look at my life, and I see myself alone. I'm far too shy to meet new people. I'm far too ugly to get someone as pretty as her. I'm far to weird for anyone to even like me. How many people do you know that will love the following - Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange, Iron Man by Sabbath, What I Like About You starring Amanda Bynes, The Porographer's Poem by Michael Turner, and Josie and The Pussy Cats? I have diverse tastes and loves and hates and desires. I'm a weirdo. I just don't feel like sharring that with anyone anymore.
I know I'll probably get a bunch of "It will be okay" e-mail and phone calls and I'll thank-you in advance. It's just that, heartbreak is not a feeling you get used to. Heartbreaker! (No heartbreaker!). This will take a long time for me to heal. It's like people get divorced and some people get over it quickly while others don't at all. I don't know where I'll fall in.
In the end... I still love you. Always... Your friend across the sea.
New
I'm now in blue. It kind of reminds me of a backwards Blue album. I didn't mean to turn in all blue at first. I just wanted to change the links to yellow, but I changed the font to blue by accident and liked it. Also, a new blog description - "You Went Away" by Tegan and Sara. I'm looking for a new outlook on life as well... I just can't find one. All my life I've just wanted to get some order in my life. But it's all just chaos. It's a bunch of random events that just happens for no reason. There's no fate or destiny, in fact, as of late, the idea of "God" has completely been erased from my mind. If there was a god then why do girls get raped? Why do children get molested? Why are there wars? Why does Cuba Gooding Jr. make such bad movies (Snow Dogs)?
I'm not going to be one of those people that preach about beliefs, wanting others to feel the exact same way, but I'll just say this - You go to a magic show and the magician makes a woman disappear. Automatically we think "How did he do that? What's the trick? There has to be an explanation." Usually the beautiful woman just sneaks out of a compartment out of the back. Now in a magic show we want an explanation, but when it comes to the existence of the universe most people just accept the notion of magic in believing that it was god that created everything, this all powerful being that wears sandals. Why is it with something so insignificant we look for explanations, but with something so vast we just accept the magic. Not that I'm preaching. It's just a thought.
Instead of trying to put order on the chaos that is life, I've decided to just embrace it. Just take all of this chaos and just like the way it is. Understanding that everything isn't meant to be. Understand that your heart gets broken. Understand that dreams don't come true. Understand that hope is a dangerous thing. Understand that your best isn't always good enough. Understand that sadness isn't all that bad. Understand that being extremely shy isn't the end of the world. Understand that being alone doesn't mean you can't find something to make you happy. Understand that your dreams cannot always come true. Understand disappointment. Understand that your brother is a multiorgasmic man. Understand that you don't understand one word that your parents say. Understand that friendship might be good as being in love. Understand that you might have to settle for a place lower on the totem pole. Understand that life is jacked up.
I have been going through El Scorcho withdrawl as of late. And damn Maladroit for not working on my computer because I really want to jump around listening to Dope Nose. Today's my last day of hell at school. Mid-term today and I'm pretty much done for awhile. Huzzah! Anyone in the mood for a celebration big gulp or slurpee (I refuse 7-11's new "Slurp & Gulp") send me an e-mail.
I'm now in blue. It kind of reminds me of a backwards Blue album. I didn't mean to turn in all blue at first. I just wanted to change the links to yellow, but I changed the font to blue by accident and liked it. Also, a new blog description - "You Went Away" by Tegan and Sara. I'm looking for a new outlook on life as well... I just can't find one. All my life I've just wanted to get some order in my life. But it's all just chaos. It's a bunch of random events that just happens for no reason. There's no fate or destiny, in fact, as of late, the idea of "God" has completely been erased from my mind. If there was a god then why do girls get raped? Why do children get molested? Why are there wars? Why does Cuba Gooding Jr. make such bad movies (Snow Dogs)?
I'm not going to be one of those people that preach about beliefs, wanting others to feel the exact same way, but I'll just say this - You go to a magic show and the magician makes a woman disappear. Automatically we think "How did he do that? What's the trick? There has to be an explanation." Usually the beautiful woman just sneaks out of a compartment out of the back. Now in a magic show we want an explanation, but when it comes to the existence of the universe most people just accept the notion of magic in believing that it was god that created everything, this all powerful being that wears sandals. Why is it with something so insignificant we look for explanations, but with something so vast we just accept the magic. Not that I'm preaching. It's just a thought.
Instead of trying to put order on the chaos that is life, I've decided to just embrace it. Just take all of this chaos and just like the way it is. Understanding that everything isn't meant to be. Understand that your heart gets broken. Understand that dreams don't come true. Understand that hope is a dangerous thing. Understand that your best isn't always good enough. Understand that sadness isn't all that bad. Understand that being extremely shy isn't the end of the world. Understand that being alone doesn't mean you can't find something to make you happy. Understand that your dreams cannot always come true. Understand disappointment. Understand that your brother is a multiorgasmic man. Understand that you don't understand one word that your parents say. Understand that friendship might be good as being in love. Understand that you might have to settle for a place lower on the totem pole. Understand that life is jacked up.
I have been going through El Scorcho withdrawl as of late. And damn Maladroit for not working on my computer because I really want to jump around listening to Dope Nose. Today's my last day of hell at school. Mid-term today and I'm pretty much done for awhile. Huzzah! Anyone in the mood for a celebration big gulp or slurpee (I refuse 7-11's new "Slurp & Gulp") send me an e-mail.
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
I Tried To Like Sitar Music
That's a Field of Dreams quote by the way.
I'm in one of the libraries in which I cannot access my e-mail... of course I can't. Do you know that feeling you get when a lot of your dreams seem impossible? When everything you ever wanted just seems impossible? You focus on something so hard and you want it so bad and you try, you know you try, you try, and all you can do is watch it pass you by? Yea... I've got that right now. The crying myself to sleep, the sadness of being so alone, the stomach pains, the morning wood, the broken dreams, the broken heart, the empty head, the saddened eyes... I just don't know what to do. I'm being direct and discreet at the same time. It just feels like things are impossible... I tried so hard and got so far and in the end... Oh Linkin Park, how the hell do I like Linkin Park as of late? Maybe because I've learned how to scream. Anyone interested in making the trek to a Guelph high school on November 19 give me a call. I know, it's on the same night as Gilmore Girls, but you can tape it... I know I will be. This is a really scatter brained post. I haven't even started a new paragraph yet I've talked about so many useless things.
New Strokes album coming out soon. I wonder if anyone's going to care. I like the Strokes. I think they're okay. Actually, the Strokes remind me of a really bad day in my life. I saw them live just about a year ago on one of the worst days of my life. Anyways... I think this whole post-modern garage rock thing has just gotten really stale and boring. I cannot stand the White Stripes as of late. I don't know if it's Jack White's Moustache or the brace on his hand, he's just been annoying me. Other things that annoy me - Joel Madden's arm thing when he sing "Money" and the way he bobs his head singing "These are a few of her favourite things". But I like Good Charlotte. I think they're the best band in the world right now actually. At least until Blink's new Album comes out... and then when Green Day's new album. And then Weezer. And of course Matt Sharp and MTX have new albums on the way. It should be a very good year. And of course my album should be done by mid decemember. I've done the basic tracks on a three songs already. One is called the Clapping Song, complete with hand claps a la "My Best Friend's Girl" and "Photograph". I've also finished the tracks on a song called "Something Real" and "Sara Smiled At Me". Sara Smiled at me is my favourite thus far. I'll post the instrumentals soon... although it will only play on Winamp and the two people I want to hear them the most probably don't have winamp. I've also done the tracks for a song called "Mariangela", a song about a friend of mine. One day I just realized that every single song I've written over the last year was about someone out there who is reading this right now and I just thought that I should write about someone else for once. It's a song about friendship...
I've really lost my knack for putting order within these posts. Perhaps I'm becoming a post-modernist. Instead of trying to put order on the caos, perhaps I'm just embracing it now. My hands hurt like hell for some reason. I've been playing a lot of guitar. Carple tunnel syndrome like Mike Dirnt? Probabbly... I'll just add it to my list of ailments. It really sucks having so many illnesses and no medical insurance. Damn Jecho. I feel like having breakfast.
I'm done... and I also like the blue text. What does everyone think? It was by accident, but I like it. Please leave your comments... and someone tell me what they think of my album cover. Alas, I'm still in love with her.
That's a Field of Dreams quote by the way.
I'm in one of the libraries in which I cannot access my e-mail... of course I can't. Do you know that feeling you get when a lot of your dreams seem impossible? When everything you ever wanted just seems impossible? You focus on something so hard and you want it so bad and you try, you know you try, you try, and all you can do is watch it pass you by? Yea... I've got that right now. The crying myself to sleep, the sadness of being so alone, the stomach pains, the morning wood, the broken dreams, the broken heart, the empty head, the saddened eyes... I just don't know what to do. I'm being direct and discreet at the same time. It just feels like things are impossible... I tried so hard and got so far and in the end... Oh Linkin Park, how the hell do I like Linkin Park as of late? Maybe because I've learned how to scream. Anyone interested in making the trek to a Guelph high school on November 19 give me a call. I know, it's on the same night as Gilmore Girls, but you can tape it... I know I will be. This is a really scatter brained post. I haven't even started a new paragraph yet I've talked about so many useless things.
New Strokes album coming out soon. I wonder if anyone's going to care. I like the Strokes. I think they're okay. Actually, the Strokes remind me of a really bad day in my life. I saw them live just about a year ago on one of the worst days of my life. Anyways... I think this whole post-modern garage rock thing has just gotten really stale and boring. I cannot stand the White Stripes as of late. I don't know if it's Jack White's Moustache or the brace on his hand, he's just been annoying me. Other things that annoy me - Joel Madden's arm thing when he sing "Money" and the way he bobs his head singing "These are a few of her favourite things". But I like Good Charlotte. I think they're the best band in the world right now actually. At least until Blink's new Album comes out... and then when Green Day's new album. And then Weezer. And of course Matt Sharp and MTX have new albums on the way. It should be a very good year. And of course my album should be done by mid decemember. I've done the basic tracks on a three songs already. One is called the Clapping Song, complete with hand claps a la "My Best Friend's Girl" and "Photograph". I've also finished the tracks on a song called "Something Real" and "Sara Smiled At Me". Sara Smiled at me is my favourite thus far. I'll post the instrumentals soon... although it will only play on Winamp and the two people I want to hear them the most probably don't have winamp. I've also done the tracks for a song called "Mariangela", a song about a friend of mine. One day I just realized that every single song I've written over the last year was about someone out there who is reading this right now and I just thought that I should write about someone else for once. It's a song about friendship...
I've really lost my knack for putting order within these posts. Perhaps I'm becoming a post-modernist. Instead of trying to put order on the caos, perhaps I'm just embracing it now. My hands hurt like hell for some reason. I've been playing a lot of guitar. Carple tunnel syndrome like Mike Dirnt? Probabbly... I'll just add it to my list of ailments. It really sucks having so many illnesses and no medical insurance. Damn Jecho. I feel like having breakfast.
I'm done... and I also like the blue text. What does everyone think? It was by accident, but I like it. Please leave your comments... and someone tell me what they think of my album cover. Alas, I'm still in love with her.
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
For You To Notice
I was watching the news earlier and there was a story on The Santa Claus Parade. My store is filled fill with Christmas Crap that hasn't been sold over the years. And I hear that it might snow tonight. It's October 21st, Halloween hasn't even past yet it seems like it's almost Christmas. I have no money. I have a couple of hundred dollars in the bank and that's it. So I've been thinking and brainstorming over gifts that won't cost much. And then it hit me - a CD. So I'm making a CD. It's going to be really cheap sounding, but I'm making it and hope to have it done by early December. I've already got the album cover, all the sounds are running in my head, and I got the Impulse Tracker running on my brother's computer. So it should just be a matter of time before I finish it... just not this week for it's hell. Two mid-terms - one Tomorrow which I have no idea what it's about, and one on Thursday, once again, no clue.
So I auditioned for my cousin's high school talent show yesterday. We totally kicked ass. We started playing in front of like 6 people and by the time were were done there were like 15 people in the room jumping around. It was fun. A tear fell during Miles Away by Goldfinger... but anyways. It was weird. Is it true that girls like guys with guitars because a girl was like giving me "ga ga" eyes yesterday. Of course she was like 14 or something so she just might have been starring at the powerpuff girl that never leaves my hip... I don't know. Maybe her mother's good looking? Maybe her name's Stacey? Eww... Rachel Hunter.
Babbling... In a word, I've cried my sleep the last few nights on my cousin's sofa. Nothing like crying yourself to sleep on your own bed. My thin, thin bed...
I feel like I haven't seen anyone in years. Can't wait for next week.
I was watching the news earlier and there was a story on The Santa Claus Parade. My store is filled fill with Christmas Crap that hasn't been sold over the years. And I hear that it might snow tonight. It's October 21st, Halloween hasn't even past yet it seems like it's almost Christmas. I have no money. I have a couple of hundred dollars in the bank and that's it. So I've been thinking and brainstorming over gifts that won't cost much. And then it hit me - a CD. So I'm making a CD. It's going to be really cheap sounding, but I'm making it and hope to have it done by early December. I've already got the album cover, all the sounds are running in my head, and I got the Impulse Tracker running on my brother's computer. So it should just be a matter of time before I finish it... just not this week for it's hell. Two mid-terms - one Tomorrow which I have no idea what it's about, and one on Thursday, once again, no clue.
So I auditioned for my cousin's high school talent show yesterday. We totally kicked ass. We started playing in front of like 6 people and by the time were were done there were like 15 people in the room jumping around. It was fun. A tear fell during Miles Away by Goldfinger... but anyways. It was weird. Is it true that girls like guys with guitars because a girl was like giving me "ga ga" eyes yesterday. Of course she was like 14 or something so she just might have been starring at the powerpuff girl that never leaves my hip... I don't know. Maybe her mother's good looking? Maybe her name's Stacey? Eww... Rachel Hunter.
Babbling... In a word, I've cried my sleep the last few nights on my cousin's sofa. Nothing like crying yourself to sleep on your own bed. My thin, thin bed...
I feel like I haven't seen anyone in years. Can't wait for next week.
Friday, October 17, 2003
Obviously
You're "Across the Sea". Love seems to
have nothing to do with you, but you can't help
hoping that there's someone in your future . .
. far away. Don't give up; there's always
Frequent Flyer miles.
Which Song from Weezer's Pinkerton are You?
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You are Across the Sea! You know what you want
isn't right...but you can't resign yourself to
that fact. Just don't break any statutory rape
laws, please.
What weezer Song is your Love Life Like?
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You are PINKERTON!!!
Which Weezer Album Are You?
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You're "Across the Sea". Love seems to
have nothing to do with you, but you can't help
hoping that there's someone in your future . .
. far away. Don't give up; there's always
Frequent Flyer miles.
Which Song from Weezer's Pinkerton are You?
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You are Across the Sea! You know what you want
isn't right...but you can't resign yourself to
that fact. Just don't break any statutory rape
laws, please.
What weezer Song is your Love Life Like?
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You are PINKERTON!!!
Which Weezer Album Are You?
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Rape Of The Ear
There are things within my mind I don't feel like talking about yet... or maybe I'm not willing to admit too. Perhaps I've known for the longest time about these feelings but I couldn't get them out or didn't want to face up to the facts... I don't know. I just don't feel like facing up yet.
Anyways. I woke up today and went to school. Oddly, I took the bus by myself. Seriously, it was just me and the bus driver on the 8:30 Bramalea GO express to York U. So I get to school and cut through the Central Square cafeteria, really needing to go to the bathroom, and I hear a very familiar solo. "Striptease" by Hawksley Workman. I love that song. I don't think I've ever heard the song on the radio before. It's so nice not to have your ears raped. I work at a pharmacy and subject to songs that I probably never would have heard if it wasn't for the blasted at work sounds of Chum FM. I hate the fact that I've heard horrible Canadian songs like "I'm a Hippie" and Barlow. I hate the fact that I've probably heard Celine Dion's poor attempt at Cyndi Lauper's "I Drove All Night". I hate that I know the "Ultimate Love Song" is by Gavin Hope, which isn't really a love song at all. It's actually a song about writing a love song. I wonder if he ever got around to it? And it would be no Josie by Blink 182 which I feel is the greatest love song of all time. I hate that "The Remedy" by Jason Muraz is in my head at awkward moments of the day. Who is this guy? Well, you got Dave Matthews, then John Mayer is like a pop Dave Matthews, and this guy is like a watered down John Mayer. I hate that "White Flag" by Dido has an annoying bell in the song because my store uses a bell to ask for help and everytime the song plays I think that someone needs help. I hate that hearing Kelly Clarkson, Michelle Branch, and Shania Twain every five seconds. Raping of my ears.
I'd say 90% of the music I hear at work is just not worth listening to. Only songs I might hear that I find tolerable, some I even like - "Why Can't I" by Liz Phair, "Under the Bridge" by RHCP, "Your Body is a Wonderland" by John Mayer, and anything by the Bare Naked Ladies. Songs I really hate - "Careless Whisper" by Wham (It's just that saxaphone intro that I cannot stand), any Celine Dion, Matchbox 20, or Nickelback, and I especially hate "The Power of Love" by Frankie Goes to Hollywood.
So I've made an album cover. Many a person has complimented me on it with an "aww... (fill in nice or cute comment)". Feel free to comment... Click here to see all my pictures... the album cover and track listing are on the bottom.
And Finally, yesterday's post got cut off at the end...
Quick song favourites:
Metal Song: Ironman by Black Sabbath
Punk Song: Worry Rock by Green Day
Rap Song: Umm... Regulate by Warren G
Dance song: I don't dance... umm... Stairway to Heaven by Led Zepplin
Regae song: I don't know... Redemption Song by Bob Marley is okay.
50's: Oh Boy! by Buddy Holly
60's: God Only Knows by the Beach Boys
70's: I Want to Want me by Cheap Trick
80's: Boys Don't Cry by The Cure
Song by a Teen Pop Sensation: I Wanna be with you by Mandy Moore
Song about sex: Your Body is a wonderland by John Mayer (or maybe a DMX song)
Rap/Metal song: Faint by Linkin Park
Love Song: Josie by Blink 182
Song about a girl across the Sea: She Says It's Alright by The Rentals
Break up song: Dammit by Blink 182 (Mark rules as of late)
Happy song: Getting By by the Rentals
Funny Song: Because I Got High by Afroman
Funny Song that isn't meant to be funny: Hero by Chad Krueger and Josie Scott (Yes, I know, Nickelback, but it's hilarious once you've heard it a billion times)
Hopeful song: Don't Let Go by Weezer (There has to be a weezer song)
Guitar Riff: Dope Nose by Weezer
Guitar solo: Say It Ain't So by Weezr
Lead Guitar: I Want You To Want Me by Cheap Trick (Will this ever change)
Bassline: Say It Ain't So by Weezer (Matt!!!)
Drums: Everlong by Foo Fighters
Guilty Pleasure: Eat Your Heart Out Rick Springfield by Jimmy The Mouth of the South Heart (Yes, the wrestling guy)
There are things within my mind I don't feel like talking about yet... or maybe I'm not willing to admit too. Perhaps I've known for the longest time about these feelings but I couldn't get them out or didn't want to face up to the facts... I don't know. I just don't feel like facing up yet.
Anyways. I woke up today and went to school. Oddly, I took the bus by myself. Seriously, it was just me and the bus driver on the 8:30 Bramalea GO express to York U. So I get to school and cut through the Central Square cafeteria, really needing to go to the bathroom, and I hear a very familiar solo. "Striptease" by Hawksley Workman. I love that song. I don't think I've ever heard the song on the radio before. It's so nice not to have your ears raped. I work at a pharmacy and subject to songs that I probably never would have heard if it wasn't for the blasted at work sounds of Chum FM. I hate the fact that I've heard horrible Canadian songs like "I'm a Hippie" and Barlow. I hate the fact that I've probably heard Celine Dion's poor attempt at Cyndi Lauper's "I Drove All Night". I hate that I know the "Ultimate Love Song" is by Gavin Hope, which isn't really a love song at all. It's actually a song about writing a love song. I wonder if he ever got around to it? And it would be no Josie by Blink 182 which I feel is the greatest love song of all time. I hate that "The Remedy" by Jason Muraz is in my head at awkward moments of the day. Who is this guy? Well, you got Dave Matthews, then John Mayer is like a pop Dave Matthews, and this guy is like a watered down John Mayer. I hate that "White Flag" by Dido has an annoying bell in the song because my store uses a bell to ask for help and everytime the song plays I think that someone needs help. I hate that hearing Kelly Clarkson, Michelle Branch, and Shania Twain every five seconds. Raping of my ears.
I'd say 90% of the music I hear at work is just not worth listening to. Only songs I might hear that I find tolerable, some I even like - "Why Can't I" by Liz Phair, "Under the Bridge" by RHCP, "Your Body is a Wonderland" by John Mayer, and anything by the Bare Naked Ladies. Songs I really hate - "Careless Whisper" by Wham (It's just that saxaphone intro that I cannot stand), any Celine Dion, Matchbox 20, or Nickelback, and I especially hate "The Power of Love" by Frankie Goes to Hollywood.
So I've made an album cover. Many a person has complimented me on it with an "aww... (fill in nice or cute comment)". Feel free to comment... Click here to see all my pictures... the album cover and track listing are on the bottom.
And Finally, yesterday's post got cut off at the end...
Quick song favourites:
Metal Song: Ironman by Black Sabbath
Punk Song: Worry Rock by Green Day
Rap Song: Umm... Regulate by Warren G
Dance song: I don't dance... umm... Stairway to Heaven by Led Zepplin
Regae song: I don't know... Redemption Song by Bob Marley is okay.
50's: Oh Boy! by Buddy Holly
60's: God Only Knows by the Beach Boys
70's: I Want to Want me by Cheap Trick
80's: Boys Don't Cry by The Cure
Song by a Teen Pop Sensation: I Wanna be with you by Mandy Moore
Song about sex: Your Body is a wonderland by John Mayer (or maybe a DMX song)
Rap/Metal song: Faint by Linkin Park
Love Song: Josie by Blink 182
Song about a girl across the Sea: She Says It's Alright by The Rentals
Break up song: Dammit by Blink 182 (Mark rules as of late)
Happy song: Getting By by the Rentals
Funny Song: Because I Got High by Afroman
Funny Song that isn't meant to be funny: Hero by Chad Krueger and Josie Scott (Yes, I know, Nickelback, but it's hilarious once you've heard it a billion times)
Hopeful song: Don't Let Go by Weezer (There has to be a weezer song)
Guitar Riff: Dope Nose by Weezer
Guitar solo: Say It Ain't So by Weezr
Lead Guitar: I Want You To Want Me by Cheap Trick (Will this ever change)
Bassline: Say It Ain't So by Weezer (Matt!!!)
Drums: Everlong by Foo Fighters
Guilty Pleasure: Eat Your Heart Out Rick Springfield by Jimmy The Mouth of the South Heart (Yes, the wrestling guy)
Thursday, October 16, 2003
Never Let You Go
I don't think I've ever quote 3EB before.
Well, someone awhile back commented to "Let Her Go". But I can't. I won't. I know I won't. I love her too much and have loved her for far too long and deeply just to let her go. The only thing that has run in my mind as of late is a song, and of course it's weezer. "Any time that you want I'll be here in your arm silently holding on to the girl with the charms... don't let go". It just feels like I'll be forced to live my life, to fake my life to love someone else when the one I really love is so far away from me.
Quick song favourites:
Love Song: Josie by Blink 182
Song about a girl across the Sea: She Says It's Alright by The Rentals
I don't think I've ever quote 3EB before.
Well, someone awhile back commented to "Let Her Go". But I can't. I won't. I know I won't. I love her too much and have loved her for far too long and deeply just to let her go. The only thing that has run in my mind as of late is a song, and of course it's weezer. "Any time that you want I'll be here in your arm silently holding on to the girl with the charms... don't let go". It just feels like I'll be forced to live my life, to fake my life to love someone else when the one I really love is so far away from me.
Quick song favourites:
Love Song: Josie by Blink 182
Song about a girl across the Sea: She Says It's Alright by The Rentals
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Hurray!
For those who know, my biggest musical obsession as of late has been the Rentals... Dare I say, Seven More Minutes is my new Pikerton. It all started when a few months ago, a friend of mine and I saw Matt Sharp at the Rivoli. He's taken out the moog and filled his sound with acoustic guitars and a floor tom and I've been quite excited about his new album. Well, later this month, I will see him perform twice, once in Toronto and once in Guelph... and guess what? He's bring back the moog. This makes me so happy... I'm such a spaz.
Anyways... been away for awhile. My computer is a piece of shit and I can't find my Windows XP CD. The big news: I finished writing my pop album. So I know have to albums of material and I'm just waiting to get it recorded. One is a pop album with cover art already done called "I Was Happy Once...", the other is something I wrote right before summer started called "My Everything". Both are about the girl... I miss her. I really do love this girl. I think some of the songs are kind of heart wrenching, but it often feels like my heart has been ripped out and turned. Not by her... Just by the way things are. I love this girl. She means the world to me and my obssesion has not waned (is that the right spelling) whatsoever over the last year. I don't even know what I'm talking about right now... here's a line from one of my songs that kind of just sums everything up "Into the night I would talk to you / You were my friend and my obsession / Into the night I'd stay up with you / Sharing Suicides and depression". Ooh... pretty dark sounding from this guy who probably listens to more Simple Plan than Nine Inch Nails.
I worked a lot over the weekend. I have three Thanksgiving dinners in two days. I'm getting even fatter. Saw my cousin's baby... so so so cute. She looks less Asain everytime I see her. I saw School of Rock yesterday and liked it. Seventies Rawk the whole way through. They even played Ramones which was cool. It have Jonathan Richman and the Modern lovers - "1,2,3,4,5,6 - Roadrunner, roadrunner". I worked a lot of the weekend. I'm such a rug.
Anyways... anywho... my computer is a piece of shit. I hope to have it working by the end of the week.
For those who know, my biggest musical obsession as of late has been the Rentals... Dare I say, Seven More Minutes is my new Pikerton. It all started when a few months ago, a friend of mine and I saw Matt Sharp at the Rivoli. He's taken out the moog and filled his sound with acoustic guitars and a floor tom and I've been quite excited about his new album. Well, later this month, I will see him perform twice, once in Toronto and once in Guelph... and guess what? He's bring back the moog. This makes me so happy... I'm such a spaz.
Anyways... been away for awhile. My computer is a piece of shit and I can't find my Windows XP CD. The big news: I finished writing my pop album. So I know have to albums of material and I'm just waiting to get it recorded. One is a pop album with cover art already done called "I Was Happy Once...", the other is something I wrote right before summer started called "My Everything". Both are about the girl... I miss her. I really do love this girl. I think some of the songs are kind of heart wrenching, but it often feels like my heart has been ripped out and turned. Not by her... Just by the way things are. I love this girl. She means the world to me and my obssesion has not waned (is that the right spelling) whatsoever over the last year. I don't even know what I'm talking about right now... here's a line from one of my songs that kind of just sums everything up "Into the night I would talk to you / You were my friend and my obsession / Into the night I'd stay up with you / Sharing Suicides and depression". Ooh... pretty dark sounding from this guy who probably listens to more Simple Plan than Nine Inch Nails.
I worked a lot over the weekend. I have three Thanksgiving dinners in two days. I'm getting even fatter. Saw my cousin's baby... so so so cute. She looks less Asain everytime I see her. I saw School of Rock yesterday and liked it. Seventies Rawk the whole way through. They even played Ramones which was cool. It have Jonathan Richman and the Modern lovers - "1,2,3,4,5,6 - Roadrunner, roadrunner". I worked a lot of the weekend. I'm such a rug.
Anyways... anywho... my computer is a piece of shit. I hope to have it working by the end of the week.
Thursday, October 09, 2003
Batards!
I am aware of the missing s.
I'm at school. My computer is still dead. I'm on one of the lower end computers that doesn't read javascripts meaning I cannot check the comments on the site... oh well.
Well, what to report? Umm... I made an album cover (anal bum cover). The album oddly isn't written yet, three or four more songs should do it, but I've already done the art. A friend of mine gave me his "solo" CD. It's so home made and cheap, but I like it. And his album art was just like what I wanted to do. So I just thought I'd make an album cover...
album title: I Was Happy Once...
Aiming to put ten songs just like the better weezer albums, although Seven More Minutes has well over 10 tracks. But ten is still the aim. The first album I wrote (which I actually want to record sometime soon) sought out to tell a story, this one kind of just tells a bunch of little stories that kind of make a bigger story.
I'm writing a lot lately. A song or more a day. They're not all great. In fact, some a quite bad, but you gotta just do it. They can't all be "Hotel California" or "Oops... I did it again", but you just have to work at it.
It's Thanksgiving weekend (for Canadians)... Working most of the time, but not the actual Thanksgiving day. I haven't had a day off since school start. I've either had to work or go to school or both. It'll be nice...
Last thing: All summer I searched for a Merry-go-round. Not one of those carnival ones where you go in circles and bop up and down on a unicorn. One of those steel ones that you have to manually push. My cousins and I found one of them in Guelph. About a week ago a kid hung himself on the monkey bars in the same park. I guess we'll have to look for a new one.
I am aware of the missing s.
I'm at school. My computer is still dead. I'm on one of the lower end computers that doesn't read javascripts meaning I cannot check the comments on the site... oh well.
Well, what to report? Umm... I made an album cover (anal bum cover). The album oddly isn't written yet, three or four more songs should do it, but I've already done the art. A friend of mine gave me his "solo" CD. It's so home made and cheap, but I like it. And his album art was just like what I wanted to do. So I just thought I'd make an album cover...
album title: I Was Happy Once...
Aiming to put ten songs just like the better weezer albums, although Seven More Minutes has well over 10 tracks. But ten is still the aim. The first album I wrote (which I actually want to record sometime soon) sought out to tell a story, this one kind of just tells a bunch of little stories that kind of make a bigger story.
I'm writing a lot lately. A song or more a day. They're not all great. In fact, some a quite bad, but you gotta just do it. They can't all be "Hotel California" or "Oops... I did it again", but you just have to work at it.
It's Thanksgiving weekend (for Canadians)... Working most of the time, but not the actual Thanksgiving day. I haven't had a day off since school start. I've either had to work or go to school or both. It'll be nice...
Last thing: All summer I searched for a Merry-go-round. Not one of those carnival ones where you go in circles and bop up and down on a unicorn. One of those steel ones that you have to manually push. My cousins and I found one of them in Guelph. About a week ago a kid hung himself on the monkey bars in the same park. I guess we'll have to look for a new one.
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Another One Bites The Dust
I hate my computer. It's on the shits. It can start up, but Explorer isn't working. And, it restarts every hour or so which I take isn't a good sign.
I've been writing a lot... and drawing... and playing guitar. I haven't plugged my electric in in quite awhile (A broken string on each guitar). I'm writing a song a day. I even wrote a song about someone who isn't "This Girl". As always, I've been listening to Weezer and The Rentals, and it kind of pisses me off how Suzzane and Jamie and Mrs Young are all love songs. Can't someone just make a good song about friendship? Well, Buddy Holly is about friendship and there's always You've got a friend, but James Taylor is boring as saltines with water. I wrote a song about a friend of mine I work with. So the new total of people I've writen songs about: My grandmother, grandfather, the girl, and a friend. Of course, I've writen well over twenty songs about the girl, but that's another story.
Once my broken burning bridge fixes (or should I say if), I think I will record. I will record, the song will make it on to U of T radio. I will become rich and famous. I will move to California. I will start a brand new life. I will meet a girl that will love me. We'll have kids named Rory and Jamie. We'll own a house with a white picket fence and a mini-van for she'll become a soccer mom. I will cry over the fact that I live in California and The Terminator is my governor (Does anyone think he won just because he made Total Recall and this election was a reacall?). I will die in my 50's of a heart attack for it seems to be the new thing, leaving dying at 27 in the dust. And during all that time I'll wish I was with her just like I do now.
I hate my computer. It's on the shits. It can start up, but Explorer isn't working. And, it restarts every hour or so which I take isn't a good sign.
I've been writing a lot... and drawing... and playing guitar. I haven't plugged my electric in in quite awhile (A broken string on each guitar). I'm writing a song a day. I even wrote a song about someone who isn't "This Girl". As always, I've been listening to Weezer and The Rentals, and it kind of pisses me off how Suzzane and Jamie and Mrs Young are all love songs. Can't someone just make a good song about friendship? Well, Buddy Holly is about friendship and there's always You've got a friend, but James Taylor is boring as saltines with water. I wrote a song about a friend of mine I work with. So the new total of people I've writen songs about: My grandmother, grandfather, the girl, and a friend. Of course, I've writen well over twenty songs about the girl, but that's another story.
Once my broken burning bridge fixes (or should I say if), I think I will record. I will record, the song will make it on to U of T radio. I will become rich and famous. I will move to California. I will start a brand new life. I will meet a girl that will love me. We'll have kids named Rory and Jamie. We'll own a house with a white picket fence and a mini-van for she'll become a soccer mom. I will cry over the fact that I live in California and The Terminator is my governor (Does anyone think he won just because he made Total Recall and this election was a reacall?). I will die in my 50's of a heart attack for it seems to be the new thing, leaving dying at 27 in the dust. And during all that time I'll wish I was with her just like I do now.
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
Burn PC, Burn!!!
Computer troubles once again. I cannot open explorer, and since Windows 98+ runs on Explorer, my computer is pretty useless at the moment. I can use Winamp and Word and other applications, even Kazaa Lite is downloading at a frantic pace, I just can't go on the net or delete or fix things. I apparently have to download something from Mircrosoft, but since I used an illegal serial number, I'm not allowed to download it.
To quote one of my favourite films - "Words come and go, pictures are forever". My name isn't Jonas but this is how I feel - Click here. I know you can't make someone love you, but can't you make yourself stop loving someone else? Can't you just stop when you know the feelings aren't mutual anymore? I know I can't. I think because I mainly don't want to. I don't know where or when or if that bump in the road happened, but it saddens me. I guess people grow apart. I just never thought it would happen to us.
In my first book, I wrote about why these two characters love each other - "You know that part of your brain? That part of your mine in the corner that's dark and collects dust? When you finally open that part of it to someone then you've found someone you really love." I paraphrased that, but I think I did a good job. I did that with her. I opened up the carnival gates and let out a world filled with cartoons and cotton candy. Maybe I should just be glad to have had that once and I smile at all the memories. You never let go of that first love. And I know I won't. I'm more saddened that I might lose my best-friend in process. Quick joke to cheer myself up:
Finally, it's funny how I write a song about Tegan and Sara the other day with my sub-concious influence of Matt Sharp only to find out that they are playing many shows together here next month. So I've pretty much secured a spot when they play at Lee's Palace, but I am now trying to convince some people to see them at U of G.
Computer troubles once again. I cannot open explorer, and since Windows 98+ runs on Explorer, my computer is pretty useless at the moment. I can use Winamp and Word and other applications, even Kazaa Lite is downloading at a frantic pace, I just can't go on the net or delete or fix things. I apparently have to download something from Mircrosoft, but since I used an illegal serial number, I'm not allowed to download it.
To quote one of my favourite films - "Words come and go, pictures are forever". My name isn't Jonas but this is how I feel - Click here. I know you can't make someone love you, but can't you make yourself stop loving someone else? Can't you just stop when you know the feelings aren't mutual anymore? I know I can't. I think because I mainly don't want to. I don't know where or when or if that bump in the road happened, but it saddens me. I guess people grow apart. I just never thought it would happen to us.
In my first book, I wrote about why these two characters love each other - "You know that part of your brain? That part of your mine in the corner that's dark and collects dust? When you finally open that part of it to someone then you've found someone you really love." I paraphrased that, but I think I did a good job. I did that with her. I opened up the carnival gates and let out a world filled with cartoons and cotton candy. Maybe I should just be glad to have had that once and I smile at all the memories. You never let go of that first love. And I know I won't. I'm more saddened that I might lose my best-friend in process. Quick joke to cheer myself up:
Girl: I heard a song on the radio that reminded me of the way we were.I'm thinking of making a MuchMusic VJ search tape. Yes, I want to be a talking head that introduces "P.I.M.P." by Fifty-cent or "Girl and Boys" by Good Charlotte. I want to be the one to stop the Vote-a-matic. I wannabe who I wannabe on muchmusic. I want step inside that versatile room that in the day is Breakfast television, then Cityline, then at night becomes Electric Circus. I think I'd make a good VJ. I believe I'm taller than Rick the Temp. And I don't believe Much Music has ever had an asian VJ... Byron Wong was not a VJ by the way, he only worked for The New Music. It all comes down to the tape I guess.
Boy: What song was it?
Girl: The Way We Were.
Finally, it's funny how I write a song about Tegan and Sara the other day with my sub-concious influence of Matt Sharp only to find out that they are playing many shows together here next month. So I've pretty much secured a spot when they play at Lee's Palace, but I am now trying to convince some people to see them at U of G.
