Work related things accomplished at work this week: 0.
Loft beds received in order to fit desk into bedroom: 0.
Number of monitors I will be using when room is set up: 2-3.
Chicks this will get me: 0.
My age: 20.
Age to get into show tonight: 21.
Holes in my wall: 7.
People moved in: 6 of 8.
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OK, I know a bunch of you kids have your Livejournals but let’s face the facts. Livejournal fucking blows. Unless of course you consider slow ass load times, lots of downtime, ugly ass default looking designs, and junior high type whining to be a good thing. It’s fine if you don’t really know what you’re doing, and just want to put some thoughts up on the internet, get urself a url, but never, ever, ever, ever claim to me that your live journal is any more than a worthless piece of trash (html-wise, not content-wise (although the extreme lack of effort on the part of those creating a livejournal lends itself to all-too-sucky posts a lot of the time)) or even ’site’.
Now, this is not meant as an insult to any of my friends who use livejournal, they’re all pretty good, check my links, but it’s twice as challenging to make something decent out of their shit templates with horrible coding on a suck ass server. And despite good content they’re all pretty damn ugly (not to say that this site is a model for amazing web design, but you have to admit, it’s better than a livejournal) not to mention I’d be much happier (and would probably actually be able to get to it) if said weblog were not a Livejournal.
Let’s take a look inside Livejournal headquarters.
Person #1: Look at this piece of shit, who the hell is going to want to use this?
Person #2: I certainly wouldn’t use it, it’s slow and ugly!
Person #1: I’ve got it! You’ve got to ‘know somebody’ to sign up! That way we make it out to be an exclusive club, even though it sucks!
Person #2: Oh man, all the people that get off on knowing people and making lists of things they like are totally going to cum in their pants when they see this thang.
Person #1: It’s like an extended AOL profile that you have to know someone to use and can be updated six times a day!
Person #2: We could make the front page rust and purple! They’ll come anyway!
Person #1: Let’s just shut down our server sometimes just to fuck with people.
Person #2: Mwahahahaha, it’s working.
Person #1: One step closer to global homogeny.
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Alternatives: Movable Type, Blogger, Notepad.
Oh and if you already have something else and SWITCH to livejournal then you’re the lamest of the lame.
If you’re reading this you’re invited.
2323 Kenmore. Second floor. Hit the buzzer.
Any time.
I remember camp.
The blades of grass were wide.
They grew in wet sand.
We tracked our sailboats through the water.
I dipped my hand.
We followed paths into the hills.
I remember a high meadow six hours by itchy-bite, young-burned foot from our cabin and six hours by trunk-filled, gas-fueled car from home.
Not too far, not far enough.
We skitted, scratched, chanted, mocked, mooned, tumbled, trusted, dove, loved and jibed our way through those summers.
We were the kings of the dunes.
With that promise to return next summer, and the summer after.
the shins - know your onion!
shut out, pimpled and angry.
i quietly tied all my guts into knots.
gave up on trying to make them,
i figured it’d take them too long to look up and besides…
it was undeniably clear to me i don’t know why
when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
i knew what worthless dregs we all are then.
lucked out and found my favorite records
lying in wait at the birmingham mall.
the songs the i heard,
the occasional book
were the only fun i ever took.
and i got on with making myself.
the trick is just making yourself.
but when they’re parking their cars on your chest
you’ve still got a view of the summer sky
to make it hurt twice when your restless body
caves to its whims
and suddenly struggles to take flight…
three thousand miles north east
i left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads.
“what kind of life you dream of? you’re allergic to love.”
yes i know but i must say in my own defense
it’s been undeniable dear to me, i don’t know why
when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
i knew the worthless dregs we are,
the selfless, loving saints we are,
the melting, sliding dice we’ve always been.
Johnny and the Heat. My friend John has a band called Johnny and the Heat. It’s him a jug of wine and his boombox. The boombox gets mic’d. He drinks the jug of wine and pushes play on the boombox and sings his songs. He stumbles a bit. He falls a few times. Shirts were missing and about 3 pounds of cologne was sprayed. He runs out the front door. After the set I have one of his songs in my head. He pukes into the garbage can and gets put in the shower. He already had pissed off a few people throughout the evening by bumping into them and generally being rude and clumsy. Johnny and the Heat: Four stars.
I never made a concious effort to be ‘underground’ or anything, I think the whole concept is kind of bunk. But anyway, at some point I wasn’t normal, although that was always, now it was more obvious at first impression. Fuck you. My plan throughout high school was to be invisible, as I got the shit kicked out of me a lot for being ‘trash’ in junior high because I wore skateboard shirts and shoes. It wasn’t cool then. This is pre-extreme sport, xtreme, xxx bullshit. So whatever, I avoided that in high school and got myself a pair of fit-in-right-now Dr. Martens and khaki’s and didn’t look up.
I’ve always been cooler than everyone else, it was just that for a while I got beaten up for it and then for a while I tried to hide it.
I might be a Jr. High teacher just so I can chuck a bully down a flight of stairs. A few years in jail would be worth it.
I ran into this kid that used to punch me and shit, pretended to be my friend but when girls would come around he’d start slugging me. I said, hey you fucker you used to beat me up. And he said to me, you fucker you used to call me a dumpling. And I said I called you dumpling because you called me dumbins. And then I think we worked it out. We were drunk.
Do you wonder why I’m an angry person? I can manage it now. I always boil under the surface but I haven’t exploded in years. Maybe I need therapy. But I still think that little things from junior high effect me all the time. It’s pretty stupid. Plus I have better things to talk to a therapist about now.
I have been inside the PE House. I have seen the future. It’s great.
Oh my God. Japanese commercials, American celebrities. These are pretty recent too. Check out Schwarzenegger, Dennis Hopper, and the Simpsons. Madness!
Look at Me rocks. Found art, photography. From MeFi.
Solve your Rubik’s cube. Nice.
I got some really tight black pants yesterday. It’s kind of a problem because my entire wardrobe is based on navy blue but i think i’m just going to get more black clothes from now on. Maybe some eyeliner.
I need to throw something between paragraphs here because I don’t want it to look like I’m ranting about clothes or even think about this type of shit I just wear what I feel like, but I have been living with girls for two months and I think I’m becoming one I’m scared.
No, speaking of clothes, Levi’s has apparently discontinued the 517 (according to some jackass at the levi’s store) which may or may not be true but if it is I would be quite disturbed since all I did was walk in walk to the desk and ask for a dark 517, is that too much to ask? I guess so.
This is going to be one of those no-real-point-just-a-bunch-of-shit-since-i-haven’t-updated-in-forever posts.
Sonic Youth last night was inspiring. Magas opened and I think a combination of sound of the two bands would be a force. But maybe less melody and more noise since I can’t play guitar. I need to get my 505 back.
Sonic Youth played an amazing set. The crowd was a little distracting. A good chunk of kids who probably when asked say they listen to ‘alternative’ a good chunk of grunge kids, and some music nerds. But the weirdest part was the amount of cock grabbing going on by girls standing in front of dudes. Maybe it was too spaced out and too lit but come on, I didn’t need to see that. And yeah, Sonic Youth is total sex music but not at the show. Save it for later. And a girl passed out behind me.
They made me want to play guitar.
I ordered this monitor this week. If you’re in the market for a perfectly flat, 4 usb hub carryin, 19 inch tank this could be the monitor for you. It’s only 299.01 with shipping because they discontinued it. If it fits on my desk I’m going to order another one and prove my manliness with a triple monitor bedroom.
As much as I have enjoyed the freedom of having no internet connection at home it makes me realize that I don’t do shit. I guess I’ll have one again on Friday, but I’m going to try to get out more. See the world. Until it gets cold.
I saw this guy on the el yesterday who had a shirt that had an American flag and a jet and it said Payback Time. My initial reaction was to throw a puch, then I figured that he could kick my ass, then I was going to ask him about it, but I figured he was a moron. Do I really have as skewed a perspective as it seems? Is everyone as dumb as they seem? Are you awake? Are you alive? I just let my jaw drop and stared.
Personal things I want to work on:
Stop being so quiet, sitting in the corner and looking judgemental, even if you are. Stop that too. Think of something clever but not controversial to say. Love everyone. Act like you have a high self image. Even when not drunk. Disconnect getting physical and getting personal. Pursue somebody. Put effort into something. Get over fear of death.
We have headbands with the PE House logo on them. Hot. I don’t think I’m going to wear anything else on my head.
I love it when you have your aim window open and are trying to decide whether or not to im somebody and they im you. That sentence would not have made sense 5 years ago and barely makes any sense now written down.
Going crazy really emphasises how genius you are if you do in fact go crazy.