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Black Friday.

2005-11-24T20:07:00.000-07:00

Right now, you too could be putting on your coat and heading out to Wal*Mart just for the opportunity to knock over children on your way to 60% off granny-panties. Yes, you too could wait all night for the clock to strike 5 a.m. so that you can be the first to grab a $2 garden hose that will have a plethora of holes by the time you use it next spring. You too could celebrate the not-so-sausage fest that is Black Friday. With a name that conjures more thoughts of depression than wanton money spending, who could resist the busiest shopping day of the year.

I, for one, plan to stay away from those stores, but I encourage you, if you have anger issues, go punch a few children in the chaos. Just scream, "The sales! The sales!" as you do so; they'll understand your passion.

I leave you with the story of one ex-Wal*Mart employee:
"I'll never forget how I was working overnights at Wal-Mart, and the boss had to page everyone around 4 am asking us to 'please stop looking out the windows and laughing at the customers waiting outside'"

Wisdom.

2005-11-14T21:15:00.000-07:00

As we grow older, we're always gaining wisdom from the world around us. If we aren't, then we're just too darn selfish. Attempting to not be selfish, I would like to share with you some of the wisdom I have gained from the world around me:

You need exactly 1 sense to play a mean game of pinball. More required to be a cult leader.
"Bob Ross is rolling over in his grave right now, if this is what we're calling art these days. Happy trees my ass." -Alex Blagg
"Mondays suck."-Me
"You've always been the type to see the glass half-full, but that will change next week when you start drinking." -the stars (as translated by The Onion)
Naked > Clothed (when it comes to comfort not grandparents)

That's about the end of my wisdom for now. You gots any smarts/wisdoms?

Shirts.

2005-11-08T19:21:00.000-07:00

So I'll admit it; I'm a nerd/girl. I shop for clothes online and people think that's wierd. I just like how the stuff looks. I thought that I'd share my list of sites that have cool stuff on them. Yep.

So that's the list, not that anyone actually looked at any of it.

Tidbits.

2005-11-07T19:15:00.000-07:00

To break the silence, I'd like to share some of the wisdom of Arrested Development. So remember, "there's no 'I' in 'win'."

And now for something completely different, it looks like I'm switching schools at semester. That's news in my life.

Here's a more real quote I found cool: "I think sparks are everywhere. Sparks can come from a conversation, or from something you read, or just sitting around watching the world do its thing. When we were little kids in the classroom we'd stare off into space if we didn't know the answer to the question, and the teacher would say 'the answer's not up there.' They were so wrong." -Matthew Fleming

Snow.

2005-10-10T06:41:00.000-06:00

There's just something about the snow that's so soothing and oddly warming. Finally, my excuse to do a lot of things has been brought back. Before I tell you what those things are, I must explain the reason for this post. It seems that our school district has in place a "delay" to deal with the issue of snow instead of embracing. With that said, I'm up, showered, and ready with an hour to kill. So, without further ado, the things I have an excuse to do now that the snow is falling:

1. Bring my thermos full of hot chocolate to school.
2. Watch Christmas movies. (You have no idea the urge I got this past weekend to watch Muppet Christmas carol in my boredom.)
3. Wear my sandals and laugh at the people complaining how their feet are "so cold and wet."
4. Feel cozy under my covers because my room is no longer 90*F.
5. Deck the halls with bells of holly.
6. Frolic around like a little girl because it's friggin' snowing. Yeah.
7. Eat cookie dough and actually consider the possibility that I could have made cookies.
8. Snowboard. (Soon, atleast.)
9. Stare out my window in wide-eyed amazement at the realization of Chicken Little's prophecy.
10. Miss my sister's baking even more.
11. Pull out the tacky knit sweaters.
12. Still wear my t-shirts because who the heck decided that when it's cold outside you have to put on more clothes? Not I, I answer, not I.
13. Throw out all my music and listen to only Christmas carols.
14. Fa la la la la la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! (See #5.)

Spectator Sports.

2005-10-07T22:24:00.000-06:00

Have you ever felt like your just so distant from your own life? Feeling like your own life is playing out and your sitting helplessly in the crowd. It's a feeling of loneliness and mainly helpless. It's strangely how I feel now. I don't really know why, but I do hate being in the audience. This act is going on way too long.

Sunny Day.

2005-10-06T20:37:00.000-06:00

To be honest, this is filler. I've gone a while without posting so I decided to put up this doodle as fluff. I'll post something real soon, but for now, shine on. (That has to be the corniest thing I've ever said.)

"I suck."

2005-09-10T15:00:00.000-06:00

I finally get to go out in the world tomorrow as my grounding is over then. And there was much rejoicing. I can't wait to really get out of my room/jail cell (Never mind, I guess a jail cell would have been worse. I've never reall wanted to be some big black guy's bitch.). If you didn't know why I was grounded, it's all explained in The Denver Post.

So last night I was sitting in my cell and my dad comes a knocking at my door. He says I gots visitors. In half confusion, half glee, I stumble down the stairs only to find that my visitors are some of my peers attemping to tp my house. You see, they thought that they could actually get away with tp-ing my house. As is to be expected, my dad caught them; they didn't even try to tie the door shut. Caught in the act of vandalism, they are grmbling around and cleaning it up. I will give them the credit that they managed to get quite a few roles in my tree. The problem, however, was that the roles were still intact as they pulled them from the tree.

During this clean up process, the culprits said a few things, but I know what they were thinking. They were thinking, "Wow, I really suck at this. I wish I were as cool as Rocky and never got caught tp-ing. I guess since I suck so hard, it's just as right that I am cleaning up my tp. Maybe next time, I will wait until the inhabitants of the house are asleep, and I have only the cops to deal with. At least, then all my muttering of curse words is a little more justified. Why do I suck so much?" Or, for one of them, all they were thinking was, "I wonder how you turn off my hazards."

I just looked at them and laughed.

Regrowth

2005-09-07T22:27:00.000-06:00

In light of the recent disaster that revaged the South, so many people are looking for ways to help. I know people are harboring and helping families. Heck, even the IB program is doing something. If you haven't found a way to help, or if you have $10 hanging around, I found something for you. One of my favorite websites, Threadless, is selling t-shirts to give money to the Red Cross. For every $10 shirt sold, the company will donate $20 to the Red Cross. It is a great deal, a great cause, and a great looking shirt.

I am not a monster.

2005-09-04T21:31:00.000-06:00

So, because of some fun events, I've been grounded for the past week, and today, I got so bored that I just started drawing some stuff. I can't gat zooming to work, but I'll work on it.

Toothpaste For Dinner

2005-08-21T14:44:00.000-06:00

Toothpaste for Dinner has to be the one of the simplest sites, yet it is so funny. Now to accompany this picture, I was going to link the "goatse" image to TfD, but I'm nicer than that. Don't let curiosity get the best of you. So, I know this is pretty random, but those of you privlaged enough to view the image will appreciate the above picture.

Mummies.

2005-08-18T18:05:00.000-06:00

So now that school's back in, my life is boring. I was bored the other day and I drew this up. I'm not a horribly artistic person, but sometimes I get bored and draw. I know it's random, but what the hell.

Sad Semester by TwoThirtyEight

2005-08-11T15:40:00.000-06:00

I feel myself getting sick,
when summer ends and school begins.
Oh how the desks begin to dig in my back.
A sad semester encroaches.
All the teachers and the coaches weren't tolerant
of individuals who made up their own minds.

I made mine too.
'Cause I'm through.

[spoken]
Hey! What am I doing here?
I have things to do, there's life outside -
and I'm stuck inside this classroom.

The loners become cops
they grow more lonely in their squad cars.
I find it funny how the all-stars
are all old & fat.
The cheerleaders have babies,
with houses and husbands.

They should have known.

The Quote of the Day

2005-07-13T23:22:00.000-06:00

Look wise, say nothing, and grunt. Speech was given to conceal thought.
- Sir William Osler

Of God and Shakespeare

2005-07-11T18:49:00.000-06:00

Have you ever thought about your legacy? I know I'm pretty young and "I've got my whole life ahead of me," but what if I don't? How will people look at me after I die? More importantly, how will God look at my life? I guess all these thoughts kind of entered my mind as Pastor Paul said a tidbit about the sermon I missed the other week because of a wedding reception. (Who gets married these days, anyways?) I've been thinking about it since and if I died today, my life would be a tragedy. If life were "but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more," the audience would feel the tragedy's signature emotion of waste as it ended. I've been given all these abilities, but for what? They certainly haven't been used for their true purpose yet, so what am I waiting for? I'm the talented actor who never learned the script. How can I get my message across before the closing curtain comes? There's surely no encore or next performance; it's closing night. To keep the metaphor alive, it feels like I'm too focused on the scenes to see the acts or the entire world outside my stage.

"When the dog bites and the bee stings..."

2005-07-07T21:03:00.000-06:00

This was origionally a journal entry, but I figured I'd put it here, because I can. I kept it exactly as it is in my journal, so enjoy.

So, I just got in a mood to cozy up and write. I got this idea from Laura, and I thought I'd give it a try and see what I came up with. So, the things I love are (in the order I wrote them down):

1. taking a long, warm shower... because I can.
2. when I wake up and my sister has banana bread baked.
3. soccer in the rain
4. playin' my guitar outside on a sunny day with a glass of iced tea.
5. when God stops me dead in my tracks
6. drinking hot chocolate during the 1st snow of the year.
7. When my papa accidentally calls my cell phone.
8. Shaylee's back massages
9. that finger thing during those massages
10. when people see the pain I'm hiding and just lay their hand on my shoulder.
11. when they listen as I vent
12. when people compliment me and it feels sincere
13. the way I don't have to worry about being "mature" or "correct" arround my friends from church.
14. when people actually take interest in all my hobbies & boring things I know.
15. dreaming big, and not doubting it.
16. staring of into the fire
17. gazing at the starry sky in silent awe.
18. trying something new
19. change, even when I don't want it.
20. Peanutt butter & jelly sandwiches (Skippy creamy + Smucker's jam mixed in a bowl first)
21. making people smile from the heart
22. being calm when others panic
23. the storm rather than the calm before it.
24. hiking & leaving the trail and exploring where few people go.
25. When God teaches me something through a tough time.

Orange!

2005-07-07T17:56:00.000-06:00

Ahhhh! We're all gonna die!

Custard's Last Stand

2005-07-07T17:36:00.000-06:00

That's it. I'm going Vegan. No more murder for me! I am taking a stand for all to see; I won't eat no more of that murderous crap. That'll show them! Who the heck do we think we are? We give prison time to Scott Peterson and meanwhile Col. Sanders is sitting pretty. It's disgusting. DIS-GUS-TING! Who will represent the oppressed cows, chickens and other animals not important enough to mention? Not me, but I will protest in my own pansy way; Without me, the consumer, Tyson has no choice but to see and correct their wrongs. So now, I'm calling on you; go Vegan... Or else!

Freedom.

2005-07-04T17:37:00.000-06:00

First off, I guess I'll wish you a happy 4th of July. Um... Happy 4th of July... yep. So, go enjoy your American freedom, Chinese-made fireworks, and Canadian prescription drugs. Mmm... drugs. That's all for now, but when I return to you, pull out the popcorn 'cause I've got stories. (I do not guarantee any stories; I was just thinkin' of something to end on.)

Irony.

2005-07-02T17:01:00.000-06:00

I don't think I've ever told anybody this, but I strongly dislike Urban Outfitter's idea of hip. On that topic, the incredible Preshrunk pointed me to this blog entry all about the irony of UO shirts. It is quite the interesting read.

Just to make this post more worthwhile, here's the Threadless submissions I like this week:

we are made of carbon
playing with your food
the fashion police
loch ness imposter
corporate takeover

Yep.

Needs.

2005-06-30T20:16:00.000-06:00

I just got back from Costa Rica a few days ago, and it was quite the shock to get home. All the stuff that I have bought seemed to provide me no joy. The night I got home, I stared at my computer screen and all I got were chills of past ghosts haunting me as they always do. The next day, after trying out all my stuff, scrambling for satisfaction, I couldn't get none. After realizing the Stones were right, I turned to one of the only things that seemed familiar, God. There's a book that had been sitting on my desk for a few months and just becoming a party spot for dust. It's called The Knowledge of the Holy, and I decided to pick it up. There was a purple sticky note stuck before chapter 6, entitled "The Self-sufficiency of God," so I thought, "I might as well just read this chapter." One line screamed out to me, "[God's] interest in His creatures arises from His sovereign good pleasure, not from any need those creature can supply nor from any completeness they can bring to Him who is complete in Himself." I was more humbled then than I had been at any point in Costa Rica. God doesn't need me. After reading that, I had a more right picture of God. Throughout the devo's I did in Costa Rica, I kept hearing "view God as BIG" but it never really hit me until then how big God really was. All my carnal desires seemed to wither as I saw an awesome God.
The next thing that began to concern me was my purpose. With so many of my worldly wants melting at once, I was overwhelmed by a feeling of pettiness. I was looking through the Bible for some insight and I came across Proverbs 19:21 that says, "Many are the plans in a man's heart,/but it is the LORD's purpose that/prevails." I went to write down the verse in my journal that takes up more that ten pages of the notebook it is in and there on a page by itself was that verse. I really don't know what my purpose is yet and all I can really do is pray. What possibly could God will for me be? No se, pero I guess I will see. Anyone got any insights to help me out?

Unlucky.

2005-06-30T19:58:00.000-06:00

I have to admit, as much as I loathe shirts at Urban Outfitters and the like, there are a few shirts of similar style (in that they have text on them) that I love. So, following in the footsteps of Busted Tees, I give you some other shirts that are simply put, "cool." First up, the spin-off of my favorite site in the world, Threadless, is OMG Clothing. It works like Threadless except that instead of submitting t-shirts, people only submit the slogan. (It may be down still, so you have to go through Threadless to see the shirts) My favorite shirt has to be the "What would MacGyver do?" one. Ha, Genius. The second place I have to show is No Star. So, some of the stuff is kind of depressing, but that's what makes it great. (Thanks to the amazing Preshrunk for finding that place.) On the subject of Preshrunk, I have to point you to this rant that I found very amusing. And, to add some words of my own, shut the *heck* up about ND (That's what all the cool kids are calling it.) It's a great movie, but guess what? If I really wanted to hear any dialogue from the movie, I'd turn it on myself.

Rebirth.

2005-06-30T19:36:00.000-06:00

So, after a bit of down time, I'm trying this again. It's going to have more content and less crap (well, hopefully) and a bit more me, more of the optimistic spirit it had to begin and less of the cynical it gained. It's not that I won't still share links and stuff like that but I'm also going to share more me. The other posts for today are beginnings of the type of stuff I hope to add. If you've got any opinions I'd love to hear them. So, in the words of Samuel Jackson, "Integrity without knowledge is weak and useless, and knowledge without integrity is dangerous and dreadful." (So that has jack squat to do with everything else, but it was my Google Quote of the Day so I had to use it somewhere.)

School's Out

2005-05-25T12:41:00.000-06:00

Weekly Photoshop #1

2005-05-23T17:25:00.000-06:00

Every once in a while I actually finish something I start in Photoshop. I'm going to try and finish one a week and post it up here. This one's old but it has its charm. It was for a contest entitled "The Consequences Of A PETA/NRA Merger." Oh, and don't give me any of that, "That's twisted!" crap. You know you've always wanted it to happen.

It's too big and beautiful to fit it on the page, so I have it here in a thumbnail so that you will click and see the full image.

"I'll be back."

2005-05-22T11:35:00.000-06:00

After a long break from the blog, like California's govenor, I'm back. I saw the blog as quite pointless, but then again, what the hell; it's about to be summer and I'm going to have oodles and oodles (Yeah, I said it.) of free time, and I might as well do a little bit o' this when I get bored of sitting on my deck drinking ice tea and playing my guitar. As my first order of business, I will pass on a few links that have been of quite interest to me.

PostSecret- It's a showcase of anonymous secrets sent in via postcards that creates an eerie exhibition of those things people are too afraid to tell those they know.

Engadget- As you can probably guess from the name, Engadget is all about, well, gadgets. It's actually quite cool, quite cool indeed.

Threadless- While their clothing does have threads, their shirts are cool. It's basically an ongoing t-shirt design competition that yields some pretty cool designs. (This is where I got my panda and sumo-wrestler shirts.)

Busted Tees- For those of you who are still enthralled in the redundancy that is Urban Outfitters, I give you Busted Tees. (Okay, so they do have something with that genius "You have died of dysentery" shirt.)

Web Zen- It's full of web sites that will put your mind at peace... If you're really messed up, that is. How 'bout I just call it "funny." Yeah, that's about right.

50 Fun Things to Do With Your iPod- Actually it's only 44, but if you do get bored enough it does tell you where to find an mp3 version of MLK's "I Have a Dream" speech. Who could live without that?

Waxy.org- It's random; it's cool. No, I'm not talking about myself, (Though I am both of those) I'm talking about Waxy.org. (Make sure and check out the links section for extra waxy-ness.)

That's all I got for now, but don't worry, I should update more than once every two months. (Happy now, Connor?)

I Dream in Spanish

2005-03-19T10:26:00.000-07:00

Ay, dios mio. I have a Tico staying at my casa. He's really cool, very into the violent cartoons, though. I've been trying to speak as much Spanish as I can to him. So much, in fact, that I have began to think in Spanish half the time. Last night, I even dreampt in Spanish. It's driving me loco.

The Bare Necessities

2005-03-15T15:57:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I was quite tickled to find that a new magazine addressed to me arrived in my mailbox, without any warning and free no doubt. I was also quite pleased that it toted itself as "The New Men's Magazine About Life's Necessities". When I opened it however, I was greeted by the ever needed items made by the likes of Gucci, Armani, and other cheap brands. This issue of Vitals even featured a pair of cloth Louie Vitton pants priced at a lowly $600. While there were a few cool design things hidden within the useless extravagance, none of them were at all necessities. I find it sad that even one person would consider these essentials, but then again, we live in a strange world.

On the other hand, I am in the market for some new sunglasses, but if they cost you less than $200, don't bother.

What I'm Listening to...

2005-03-14T15:55:00.000-07:00

You can find a lot about what type of mood somebody's in by the songs they are listening to, so I decided I would share what's on my weekly changing "Good Night" playlist. It plays every night as I lay attempting the thing that quite often eludes me, sleep. I tried to do everything short of actually posting the music to help you know if the songs if you've never heard them before; they are linked to lyrics, if I could find them, or a link to the actual song.

Closing Time by Semisonic - I recently rediscovered this gem after it disappeared into the abyss shortly before middle school.
The Best of Me by The Starting Line - A relapse to my pop-punk listening days, this song was another that I forgot about but just rediscovered; it's one of the few that I like from that genre.
Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional - This is about the only Dashboard song that's not depressing; it's a nice one about happiness and sex. (Don't worry, I'm thinkin' more along the lines of happiness.)
Tisbury Lane by Mae - This is one of the best songs off of the b-side album of theirs I just received.
Free Fallin' by Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers - It never gets old listening to this song. It's got such a simple yet effective tune. Mmm mmm, good.
Piazza, New York Catcher by Belle & Sebastian - I don't know what it is about this song, but it's good. Belle & Sebastian may not be for everyone, but it's definitely worth a listen.
Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton - This one's mostly on here because I was working on it on my guitar and it's definitely fun to play, but it's also just a great song.
Wrong Way by Sublime - I do feel like I'm doin' it the wrong way, but this song really ain't that much comfort.
Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears - Oh, the 80's. Never can get enough of em' and this one is probably one of the best of the entire decade.

That's pretty much what I'm listenin' to, how 'bout you, what you listening to?

Pain

2005-03-09T16:23:00.000-07:00

I've been sick for about a week now, and to be honest, it sucks. My thoughts as they appear in the picture below may seem really morbid, but that's only because they are. It was really just a quick effort to capture the raw emotion that is my pain but it came out a little more disturbing than I thought. I apologize for the repressed feeling about your dead dog that this may cause to surface-- scratch that, I don't.

It.

2005-03-08T17:56:00.000-07:00

So I haven't updated this in a while. I decided that I might start to share my random thought more often. They will probably be in picture form in many cases. You're in luck, too; This is one of those cases. I have no idea what the hell it is, but I started working and this is what was the result was. It's sort of a random composition of humanities truest emotions. Okay, maybe it's not...what's your interpretation Mr. Hoitie-Toitie-Art-Critic?

The Theft of Water

2005-02-21T20:16:00.000-07:00

Hullo. I haven't posted anything in a while so I thought I'd at least acknowledge that I'm alive. I wish I could give you a little thing in your browser that would inform you of my life/death status, like the one for Abe Vigoda, but I can't. Anywho, I'd like to share with you some of the wierdest news I've heard in a while. You see, one of the advantages of building your pool in the ground is that it is safe. Nobody is going to steal your in-ground pool, are they? Well, think again, my naive reader; a Norwegian family had this sad crime enacted against them. So I urge you to not sleep until your pool is properly locked up by placing a Pool Lock® over it for true protection. Good night and swim safely.

UFIA and Other Wonderful Things

2005-02-15T15:38:00.000-07:00

I gotta thank Connor for introducing me to UrbanDictionary.com. Quite the site they got there; quite the site, indeed. Such a site that I decided to do a little digging (pun absolutely intended, as you will soon see.) and see what I could find and with a little help from those crazy cats over a Fark, I came upon the word "ufia". The definition there is quite enough for you to get the picture.

Now that I have made your day brighter, I would like to share another gem of my findings simply entitled "Tall or Not?" It is for those moments when you suddenly have the burning desire to know if you are, in fact, taller than Yogi Berra. So, I let you down by not arguing about the mistreatment of Godzilla or sharing the revelations of the voices in my head? Well, ask me if I give a [poop]. If you actually did ask me out loud, the answer is no. Maybe with an added exclamation mark if I am in the mood.

Crazy Diarrhea

2005-02-14T18:32:00.000-07:00

So you decide to get a tattoo. What could be cooler than some Japanese characters that everybody you meet will be mystified by? It all sounds good, but what happens when someone can read the tattoo? Maybe, it say "brave warrior" or "good in bed", or just maybe it happens to say "crazy diarrhea". Yep, sexy message isn't it? This is exactly what was printed on this tattoo.

Before you think this is too random; it is Valentine's Day and the blog has a special header just for the day, doesn't it? Well, it seems someone, inspired by the tattoo and all it represents, created the masterpiece below. Try this one out as a gift; they'll never know what it means.

Happy Valentine's Day! Oh, and be safe.

The Sound of Love

2005-02-13T15:53:00.000-07:00

Since Valentine’s Day is basically upon us, I decided I would make a playlist of songs to fit the occasion. Then I realized that we are not all in the same position for the holiday. Some of us would rather see the massacre over the gaiety. Others are stuck in a relationship for the holiday because “it would just be cruel to do that right before Valentine’s Day.” Fear not, o discontent lover, I got you covered. (If you for some quirky reason would actually want one of these “mixes”, as the cool kids call them, I can burn you it, be it after Valentine’s Day.)

For the Valentiner in love or something perceived as love, here are the sounds of the day:

Feel Like Making Love – Bad Company

Love Me Do – The Beatles

Take My Breath Away – Berlin

Soco Amaretto Lime – Brand New

Sunshine of Your Love – Cream

I Believe in a Thing Called Love – The Darkness

As Lovers Go – Dashboard Confessional

Light My Fire – The Doors

Iris – Goo Goo Dolls

Cupid – Jack Johnson

Nothing Better – The Postal Service

What I Like About You – The Romantics

Fuck Her Gently – Tenacious D

Girl, You Really Got Me – Van Halen

Okay, so most of those are cheesy. I have an excuse; I’m not in that group.

For the Valentiner who’s only love is the whiskey he/she uses to wash away pain of loneliness:

The Thrill is Gone – B.B. King

Help! – The Beatles

Jude Law and the Semester Abroad – Brand New

Am I Missing? – Dashboard Confessional

Swagger – Flogging Molly

November Rain – Guns N’ Roses

Love Song for No One – John Mayer

One – Metallica

Inside of Love – Nada Surf

All Apologies – Nirvana

Satisfaction – The Rolling Stones

The Astronaut – Something Corporate

The Sticks are Woven into Spokes – Twothirtyeight

Only In Dreams – Weezer

Here’s to Jack and his magical ability to get people to make real fools of themselves.

For the Valentiner with a voodoo doll of their ex:

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap – AC/DC

Rolling Away – Amalgram

Seeing Other People – Belle & Sebastian

Seventy Times Seven – Brand New

Rapid Hope Loss – Dashboard Confessional

Your Time is Gonna Come – Led Zeppelin

Stranglehold – Ted Nugent

Hope your revenge goes good; Send me pictures.

For the Valentiner looking for a shallow, good time:

Stand Up – AC/DC

Girls – Beastie Boys

Why Don’t We Do It in the Road – The Beatles

Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis – Brand New

Paradise City – Guns N’ Roses

Cold Hard Bitch – Jet

Why Don’t We Get Drunk and Screw – Jimmy Buffet

Fat Bottomed Girls – Queen

Born To Be Wild – Steppenwolf

Kielbasa – Tenacious D

Sharp Dressed Man – ZZ Top

But remember, Frankie says relax!

For the Valentiner stuck in a relationship and only wants out:

Whipping Post – The Allman Brothers Band

Unhappily Yours – Alva Star

The Best Deceptions – Dashboard Confessional

Tiny Vessels – Death Cab for Cutie

Babe, I’m Gonna Leave You – Led Zeppelin

I Want to Break Free – Queen

Tainted Love – Soft Cell

Konstantine – Something Corporate

Pink Triangle – Weezer (Just in case this needs to happen because your girlfriend has her own girlfriend)

Hopefully he/she got you something good for Valentine’s Day.

Add Louie Louie by The Kingsmen onto any of those lists because nobody knows what they are saying and it’s got a nice beat. If asked, translate the lyrics according to the situation.

That’s it. All you got to do is play those bad boys and viola, the desired effect will happen. Rise. Repeat.

Of Persecution and Romance

2005-02-12T10:37:00.000-07:00

So I forgot to publish my blog and now my post from Thursday just popped up. Although it is by no means a bad post, if I may say so myself, I would like to bring into light an issue that has been heavy on my heart in the recent days. He has been portrayed by the media as bad, warmongering, and dumb. They say his only goal is to destroy and slowly kill all who oppose him, but there is little substance to these arguments.

Godzilla is just a peace-loving creature who just wants to survive. Whenever he comes out of his watery dwelling to socialize, the world greets him with screams of terror and turned heads. Whenever he tries to get a girl, the world instantly relates him to a creature completely unrelated to him, King Kong. They look to the twisted example of King Kong's barbaric monkey love and pass of Godzilla as just the same. This cruel stereotyping is the reason he is perceived as such a "menace".

Although he may be different, that is no reason to hate, either. Those kind of tactics were employed abundantly throughout human history by names that live in infamy; names I do not dare mention so will simply call them "Danny boy". The "Danny boys" have created genocides to try to rid their world of the "different" people. One even went so far as to try and create a perfect, arian race, which I sadly am not a member of. Just because Godzilla is tall, green, and lizard-like doesn't mean he should be exiled or killed.

So before you persecute Godzilla, think to yourself, "What would PETA do?"

A Day of Days

2005-02-10T18:26:00.000-07:00

"What is more exciting than my day?" you ask. Well, even if this is one of the few moments you weren't about to ask that, you must admit it would have been quite a magnificent question. Today was a day like none other. I have felt the pain of Lincoln, the care of Mother Teresa, and the peace of Ghandi. I have seen the splendor of Rome, the grunge of London, and the majesty of Jakarta. The sun rose to a valley of silhouettes waiting to be released and set to a mob of enervated figures. In between, it shined like a radioactive basketball. (Yep, radioactive.)

To be honest, today was no where near the greatness I have set it up to be. It was pretty similar to the others. It was warm, though. That's good enough in my book. Mmm...warmth.

Coming tomorrow: Joy, gaiety, pain, catastrophe, anything? Please?

Writing About Writer's Block

2005-02-08T17:26:00.000-07:00

So today I got writer's block. I sat in classes with my teachers starring ominously at me while I looked blankly at the white void on my desk. Sometimes I starred at the page hoping my telekinesis would somehow cause something to appear on it, and other times I starred past the paper like an ignorant child looking for something in nothing. Sometimes I ventured my gaze as far as the wall or even my fellow classmates, but none of this was the elixir I was seeking. Now that I look back on what I have just written, I wish I could have had even the ability to ramble like this when I needed instead of now when it will only grace the ears of a couple.

The Setting of a Murder

2005-02-07T15:08:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I wake up, take one look out my window, and wish I had died in my sleep. There's something about dreary weather that sucks the life out of me. It alarms me that something as trivial as the weather can play such a large role in my mood. I know that I have bigger things to concern myself with, but the loss I feel on a dark December day seems to have nothing to do with them.
I'm not alone in my thoughts, though. Just about every murder in literature is preceded by the storm. While my life should not be wrapped up in books, it does provide a helpful insight into one of the things that bothers me about me.

A picture is...

2005-02-06T14:09:00.000-07:00

I thought I might share one of my best boredom remedies. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and that's exactly what Worth1000 is based off of. It hosts a Photoshop contest a day. I have entered a couple but nothing noteworthy yet. It will take hours to get through the archives of past contests. Anyway, enjoy the SuperBowl.

Welcome

2005-02-06T13:28:00.000-07:00

I was sitting at my desk and I had this depressing thought creeping into my brain like the first snow of winter; I was bored. What could I possibly do? My thoughts first wandered to ideas such as running through fields of green or shouting out in false ecstasy, but there aren't many fields of green in a wintry Colorado and quite frankly, ecstasy isn't something I enjoy faking. The voices in my head then took a break from their usual conversations about who shot JFK to though one word out from oblivion. "Blog," they said, and as hopeless as I am to resist, I followed this wise advice and began this blog you read now.
As of yet, there is no direction I hope to take the blog; I'm just going to see where it heads by itself. If evolution is any indication, it just may turn into a living, breathing human like myself. Anyway, I'm Rocky, and you stay classy.