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If you managed to read this you care too much...
SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY...
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[13 Mar 2005|07:19pm] |
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No really reads this do they?
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| Rock 'n' Roll! |
[09 Mar 2005|10:15pm] |
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Tonight I went to the concert and I saw The Groovie Ghoulies and The Queers. It was awesome. Josh, Josiah, and I were all moshing and it was one of the greatest times I've ever had at a concert. Yes, it was also the first time I moshed. I feel like it was successful.
On April 1st I might go to Philadelphia to see The Mars Volta. That would be great. I'm pumped fot it and I hope everything works out in my favor so that I can go.
SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY...
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[03 Mar 2005|03:36pm] |
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Well yesterday was a snow day, and a very nice one at that. I went to the mall and I got the new Mars Volta CD and for only $8.00 which rocked. The CD rules everything I could have ever possibly imagined. The album, Francis the Mute, is kind of set up like a story. It's a five song, one hour and seventeen minute awesome fest. I know five songs in an hour and seventeen minutes seems like it would take forever but it's worth it. I didn't go to sleep last night until I finished it. Each song goes through several movements kind of like a symphony. It's one of the greatest things since Jesus. I actually think it's better than Jesus. You need it. You want it. You cannot live without Frances the Mute by The Mars Volta.
SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY...
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| Hail Satan! |
[21 Feb 2005|10:29pm] |
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I saw Constantine on Sunday night and it was freaking awesome. I want to start killing demons with the knowledge that God hates me and will never let me into Heaven. I think I'll skip the chain smoking though because cigarettes are nasty. It was a fantastic movie.
I think I've come to realize that's it is not loyalty and honesty that bring friends together, but is is in fact hate that makes people come together and stay friends. Hate is just more powerful of a feeling then loyalty. I've come to this conclusion through much observation and many tests.
Now this four day weekend has come to a close and I have accomplished nothing in the area of my school work. I'm fairly sure that the video project will not be finished and I don't have the rough draft for English done. Oh well I suppose.
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| Wow it's unbelieveable! |
[15 Feb 2005|09:26pm] |
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What's unbelieveable you may ask? The answer is simple... I made One Night Stand look like a bunch of idiots.
In fact I have a question: Could I have sucked and messed up anymore than I had?
I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I messed up to the extreme. I'm not even sure if I want to hear music or play music ever again. I took some of my favorite songs from some of the bands that I practically worship and I utterly destroyed them. I feel like I should write The Strokes and Reel Big Fish apology letters. I hate everything and I've never been more embarrassed.
SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY...
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| Well, well, well... The boredom returns! |
[13 Feb 2005|08:17pm] |
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It's been a long time, let's see what's new:
1. Alicia and I are no longer together.
2. John-John Morris is very undependable.
3. The school talent show is in two days and because of John's undependability, I'm not sure is success is an option.
4. The Zombie Survival Guide is the best book ever created by a human or deity... ever.
Anyway, if you do manage to find this and make your way to the talent show and you want to see One-Night Stand, I wouldn't expect to much because we had a major line-up change on Saturday. That's only a mere three days before the talent show. Luckily we're all pretty good musicians. My dream is to be better than Checkerboard.
SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY...
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[14 Oct 2004|03:36pm] |
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Well, I've decided to talk about something that have happened since I last wrote...
Nothing... Nothing has happened except that I got a dog and X-men legends is a good video game.
Maybe I'll start doing this again.
SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY...
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| Good times... |
[19 Sep 2004|12:39am] |
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I know I haven't written here in a long time but I'll try to pick it up again.
Tonight was awesome. Dungeons & Dragons reigned supreme at my house for about four hours. In a short summary, I'll try to explain what happened to you, the people, that don't really care. Zombies were everywhere and they were time consuming. Then we killed twelve orcs for no reason. In the end, we had to kill a young adult zombie white dragon. Some funny things happend also tonight. Carl, being a silly cleric, got his cure minor wounds spell confused with his inflict minor wounds spell and killed John Thackeray. Also, when we first enountered the zombie dragon all we could see was his tail, so Carl wanted to pull the dragons tail, and then C.J. explained this long free action senario about how he wanted to sneak up on the unsuspecting dragon and try to stab it in the tail with an arrow but miss it when he came down to strike. Overall the night was incredibly fun and exciting.
Now you may ask yourself : Why did you write this if no one is going to understand?
Well my response is: No one reads this anyway, so who cares?
SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY ...
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| Still nothing to talk about... |
[16 Sep 2004|05:41pm] |
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This week is boring. Nothing has happened. I wish school wasn't so demanding. I wish that my friends weren't leaving for college. I want a lot of things and I'll never get them. Oh well... I guess I just needed to put something on this thing even though no one reads it at all because I suck.
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| Yeah-huh... |
[13 Sep 2004|10:48pm] |
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Well the past few days have been good. I saw Resident Evil Apocolypse, which was so much better than the first one. Then I went to play a game at Joey Zundel's house. That was also extremely wonderful.
Then there is the Renaissance Festival. Oh my God, there was much fun that happened. I bought a greatsword. Then as we were leaving we killed an orc.
I'm sleepy now... I'll probably go into more detail later.
SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY ...
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| I feel awesome... |
[07 Sep 2004|09:35pm] |
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First, I would like to say that Ninja Gaiden is super hard multiplied by 50 trillion. I would also like to say that ninjas are completely freaking awesome. One ninja power I wish that I had is sharingan. It rocks. I could watch Chase and copy his Dragon Fire Technique just by looking at him. I would also want Kage Bunshin No-Juitsu. That technique is just too awesome to pass up.
Today was also the end of a long and seemingly never-ending grudge. I decided that to get honor, I needed to let things go. That's exactly what I did, instead of letting it eat all of my insides. I feel good about it. I can't speak for the other person, but I would say that they are also glad to have put this behind us.
I'm going to a Renaissance Festival on Sunday, hopefully. It will officially be one of the last times i get to see Luke, Derek, and John for a while. When I come back i should have a gigantic sword. It is my dream to have a gigantic sword and I hope my dream will be fulfilled.
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| *Stares Blankly and Drools* |
[01 Sep 2004|09:45pm] |
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My school schedule currently drains me of all energy. I come home and I just want to go to bed until the next school day. It seems so long to me. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I have all classes and no study halls. All of my study halls are next semester, I am excited for that. I may have to work hard this semester, but it will be worth it when I sleep all the time in my study halls next semester. I'll have them at the appropriate time as well. I'll have a study hall 1st period and one 5th period. Which means I get ready in the morning to go back to sleep and then once I get fat at lunch I'll nap again. I feel so drained right now. It's almost as if the school has made some kind of machine to slowly suck the soul out of my body. I feel like I'm about 50 years old.
I miss the table group. Not only do I miss the new table that was formed at the end of last year, but I also miss the table that came before me. Soon, they will all be gone to college and it will be a rare occasion that I get to see any of them. I'll miss them all. Luke, John, and Derek will be missed greatly. Even though I haven't even seen Derek in a really long time, he was the first person I met of their group. He probably doesn't even consider me his friend anymore because it's just been a really long time, but I'm going to miss him. Luke will be greatly missed. He's probably the person I connected the most with at the table. I probably annoyed him sometimes, but he never let it show. I'm going to miss him a lot. John is just one of those awesome people that you only meet rarely, and I wish we could have hung out more. I really wish I could have spent more time with all of them. At least Chris is staying for a little while longer. I can have some comfort in knowing that.
Oh well, now I'm getting all emotional about things. I apologize. I also apologize for the lengths of all my journals. I know they are long and I know that you don't really read them. Maybe I will quit doing this after all...
SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY...
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| I'm back... |
[28 Aug 2004|01:51pm] |
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It appears as if I've decided to keep doing this. Here is a funny story about last night. I was at Alicia's, then I needed to come home. When I did, I went to check on my mouse and he wasn't in her cage. I stopped and listened to hear some rustling in the kitchen. Sure enough, there was my mouse, running around on the counter top. Now she has a roof on her aquarium thing.
I think I'm going to see the movie Hero tonight. Quentin Tarantino is the director and he's the greatest. (I just imagined someone commenting with another life-wasting rant trying to tell me that he sucks.) My time is now being spent trying to wake up fully, so I can do things today.
I'm anticipating Final Fantasy XII. It looks extraordinarily awesome. In fact, I've already picked out my favorite characters, as well as the characters that I hate the most. Normally I hate the main character in the stories, and this is true in this game too. Actually, there are two main character it seems, and I hate them both. One of them is a 17 year old orphan named Vaan. He looks retarded. The other is a princess named Ashe. She's just a woman, and I don't want to play with a main character as a woman. Two characters could go either way. One's name is Penelo and she is kind of like Vaan except cooler in the fact that she doesn't look like she would be hanging out in a gay bar. The other's name is Fran. She's kind of like a rabbit person and she is the accomplice to Balflear(my favorite character), and that's possibly the only thing that could make me like her. There is a character that I like a lot right now and his name is Basch. He was a knight that killed the king (Ashe's father) and also killed Vaan's brother and that rocks because Ashe and Vaan suck. He's supposed to be evil, but travels with the party anyway. I like him and I hope he eventually kills Vaan and Ashe at some point in the game. The one character that I know I like right now is Balflear, the sky pirate. He looks awesome and he's the only one that carries a gun. He looks charismatic to the extreme. He just rocks like crazy.
I think I need to shower now because I just woke up and I have that just-woke-up dirty feeling.
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[25 Aug 2004|03:29pm] |
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I think that I've decided to give this thing up. No one reads it except people that want to rip me for hating the music they like. I believe it may be time to move on and forget about this thing.
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| Well, well, well... |
[22 Aug 2004|01:00pm] |
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I just looked at my comments and it appears as if a retard has been leaving comments on here that just aren't acceptable. I do believe I know who it is, or someone close to them, because they like all the bands that I put down. I also believe this because all of the grammer and spelling was all correct and perfect. You may also notice that your comments are no longer there. Whoever you are or were, your idiocy has been properly taken care of, by deletion. You say that you know what I'm trying to do, but the reason is plain and simple: I hate the new wave punk. It's not directed towards any specific person. It's just directed toward the music, but you've already upset me with your ignorance. If you are a girl, pick someone to fight me. If you are a boy, come to me and fight me. You must know me.
Also to the person that left those comments. I do know that punk meant "prostitute" or "whore", as well as all those other things in that gigantic ,yet useless and life-wasting, rant that you left me. You may or may not know that all of the proper definition was covered in Alicia's post, so I didn't bother because my post was merely an extension of her post. Punk also didn't start solely in the U.K. The Ramones were here in America first in 1974. The majority of U.K. punk didn't start forming until around late 1975. The Ramones were together for a whole year before The Sex Pistols got together, and a whole two years before The Clash formed. That's just what British people do... They hear our music, repackage it, and then they sell it back to us, but I wouldn't expect a 4th grader like you to understand anything about that.
Also, why would you go on another life-wasting rant about going and visiting Europe? You certainly did catch me there, beacuse I've never been to Europe before but I really don't see why that negates my ability to like the original punk music. Plus, why would you mention visiting Germany, Sweden, France, Italy, and Switzerland in your life-waster? I bet that they are super-punks there right? With the ability to frighten an infant with a single sneer? I must say that I've actually put some thought into it and I believe that you are older than me. I'm glad you have enough life to waste by coming here and reading the thoughts of a sixteen year old high school student.
So, you have been challenged to a fight. Bring it on if you think you are brave. You'd better show up as Johnny Rotten by the way you've been talking.
For those of you that missed the comment from Anonymous, here it is:
"Wow. I am floored at your arrogance. Let me tell you that anyone who knows you or your girlfriend knows what you are trying to do here. May I remind you that you are in high school now, and not the 4th grade. And you sir do not know anything of the true punk movement. It began in Europe and swept it's way here to America. Your rendition is quite text-book, but what else could be expected of a 4th grader? Have you been to Germany, Sweden, France, Italy, Switzerland or England? Do you know of the European meaning of "PUNK"?
The earliest--and now archaic--meaning for punk is a 'prostitute or a whore'. Its origin is unknown. It first appeared in print in England in 1596, and soon was in very wide use. Meanwhile, on the other side of the Atlantic, punk was coming into use in the late 17th century meaning 'rotten, slow-burning wood, used as tinder'. The Barnhart Dictionary of Etymology says that it may have been borrowed from the Algonquian word ponk which means, literally, 'living ashes'. This description from an article in an 1858 issue of The Atlantic Monthly is fairly typical: "I asked him how he got fire; and he produced a little cylindrical box of friction-matches. He also had flints and steel, and some punk, which was not dry; I think it was from the yellow birch." The sense that the wood was rotten gained importance as punk began to be used widely. From there, the word took on the meanings of 'something worthless; foolish or empty talk.
The latter meaning I believe applies to you. OR rumor has it that the former may be of some truth as well. I would tend to my good name if I were you, or what is left of it."
Yes, this person came here and said this to me on my own journal. It would almost appear as if your "good name" will also be tarnished if I learn who you are. As far as I'm concerned it already is tarnished because at least I tie my name to my opinions.
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[22 Aug 2004|12:45pm] |
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Well, I haven't put anything up in a few days. I suppose that's because I wanted to stress the importance of the last two posts. The Queers concert was good. I had to leave a little early, but I stood outside to hear their last song.
The past few days have been filled with video games and then some scattered Dungeons & Dragons every now and then. Yeah, I'm a loser. I've really fallen back into Final Fantasy 10. I don't really know if it's good or bad though. Actually, all of my friends are having gigantic back in time moments with video games. I went to Chris's last night and he had the N64 out. John is getting back into Final Fantasy Tactics, and Luke just finished playing Final Fantasy 7.
In conclusion, I would just like to say that, yes, I am a really big geeky loser.
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[17 Aug 2004|03:59am] |
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I forgot to bash sombody else on my last post. I just simply forgot.
Avril Lavigne you are not punk. You are just a loser. You are not the Sid Vicious of this generation, as you have proclaimed yourself. When you die of a heroin overdose maybe I'll consider it, but until then you are not even close. Your music does not even sound close to the forefathers of punk, so stop wearing their names all over your trashy body and start dressing to suit the music you sing. That means I hereby ban you from wearing anything related to The Clash, The Sex Pistols, The Ramones, The Dead Kennedys, and the like. Do you actually think you are punk because you wear a dress tie and a wife-beater? Think again retard, Jesus is more punk than you. Get a life and move on.
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Well I just woke up and now I am here. I thought today i would share my thoughts and feelings in relation to Alicia's last post...
She's pretty much right. A person is not punk just because they proclaim themselves punk. Punk is not a title. Punk is a rebellious life-style. Look back when punk originated and tell me that they acted like ignorant new wave punk bands do now. They bashed the government and went onto live television broadcasts drunk and swore like there was no tomorrow. You can't show me anywhere that a new wave punk band went onto a talkshow drunk and then called the host a "dirty f***er". They were continuously kicked off record labels because of their rebellious attitudes and actions. Church groups and police officers would constantly try to put them down because of their songs. Their shows were constantly cancelled because the locations didn't want to start trouble with the authorities.
One incident includes Jello Biafra, lead singer of the band Dead Kennedys. The release of the Frankenchrist album in 1985 caused a fervor with the newly formed PMRC (Parents Music Resource Center), and in 1986, the Dead Kennedys were brought to trial for "distribution of harmful matter to minors". During this time, Biafra says, government agents invaded and searched his home in a possibly illegal attempt to frighten him. The band members were each faced with up to a year in jail and a $2000 fine. In 1987, the charges were dropped after a three-week trial. The album, however, was banned from many record stores nationwide.
So in conclusion, I would like to say that all of your new wave punk is garbage. Good Charlotte, Yellowcard, Blink-182, New Found Glory, and all the rest. Be sure to take them to the grave with you when you go.
SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY...
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