I'm a canibalistic humanoid underground dweller! Yeay!

Fri, 23 Sep 2005 01:18:52 GMT

Well now. I never write in this. I really am just never on my computer.

Yesterday I was at Kyle's house and we had his brother smash a cantelope, a pineapple, a can of seltzer, and a can of spaghettios with a giant sledge hammer for photography. Haha it interesting. Especially when his brother nailed himself directly in the eye with spaghettios. Oh those boyscouts.
In other news, I have been out of touch with all my friends, and I feel bad. I ought to start trying to get over my thing wtih hating phones.

I also have been looking like a half assed hippy lately. Or just slob indie kid.

Farewell!

Wed, 03 Aug 2005 21:09:04 GMT

Feminist drummers are amusing.

Mon, 25 Jul 2005 16:01:12 GMT

In theory when one is trying to save money, they should probably actually save money instead of keep buying used CD's cause they are cheap because they are saving for paying car and insurance payments and also are buying a drum set.

Oh well.

Added note: I have been listening to jazz excessivly and realize that I want to try and learn jazz drumming.
I have no idea.
Farewell.

Fri, 22 Jul 2005 21:27:15 GMT

Now I am going to see David Sanborne

Thu, 21 Jul 2005 21:15:15 GMT

Going to one of these three concerts:

a.) Weezer
b.) Bela Fleck
c.) Dancin' in the District with Cake, Tegan and Sara, Copper, and Harsh Krieger

Wed, 20 Jul 2005 21:51:19 GMT

I realized that when I am in Tennessee I mainly end up going to small music venues, discussing music with music junkies for hours and randomly going kayaking at one point.

Note: Spencer- If you have not listened to the Dears and The Magic Numbers, give them a listen. I think you might like them.

Man oh man! There is an awesome indie music cd store here, they don't bother with all the genre crap, they just do everything alphabetically and have all the good stuff from bands that you can't find and aren't mainstream and have all the rarities and b-sides. It excited me. I need to go back! Also I need to go to the used CD store here called Great Escape and load a shopping basket of CD's ang only pay like $50. I hate that we don't have good record stores where we are. We have nothing where we are. Newbury Comics can be decent though. Just pricey and the employees are so moody and look at you with disgust when you don't buy into their genre like crazy I've found. Okay, I'm done. I'm going to randomly go somewhere and practice drums for awhile now. Then I might get to go to the Exit/In club here (small venue where a lot of bands have gotten their start) or a random jazz club and listen to some jazz musicans I have no idea who they are. Farewell.

Bon Voyage

Thu, 07 Jul 2005 14:28:09 GMT

In Italy

Fri, 01 Jul 2005 14:58:40 GMT

Should I keep these oh-so-very-bright rock out shoes?

Fri, 24 Jun 2005 22:01:54 GMT

Is it bad that I am enjoying this CD I got from the library called Shalom: Music of the Jewish People? Maybe it's the jolt...I don't know. I think that it has invaded my brain...Bon voyage!

Breaking News!

Sun, 19 Jun 2005 17:29:12 GMT

Incoming: a monumental breakthough, Kelly Alsheimer has bought her first pair of real sunglasses.

Mon, 13 Jun 2005 02:18:00 GMT

Julia's party was very amusing. I learned Caitlin has exceptional clevelage aim. I know have many crotch shots of people as well. Watched Manos Hands of Fate (IMBD's worst rated movie), an animated short, and Boobah with Spencer and Kyle. I now have no brain. My aunt and mom got into this huge heated debate over health care. My mom has zero debating skills and was leaning over the table glaring at my aunt. Ahh it was quite amusing to watch. Bon voyage.

Mon, 09 May 2005 00:14:53 GMT

Random thing in my sketch book. The angel guy is not my character, it is on one of the band's album covers. Although the real guy has legs and a rather round bottom. I didn't feel like drawing that part.

New theory: Striking up random conversations with intense video gamers in video game stores proves to be very amusing. They all seem to know all the great bad movies. Best video game title is Destroy All Humans! Also, my brother has a rather prodominetly large stomach. It seems to of expanded in the past couple weeks since I last saw him. I found proof as to why when he made me help unload his car. A whole grocery bag filled with McDonalds wrappers and plenty of bags of chips, he even had his own condements.

I never seem to have anything interesting to say when I update this. Apologies.

Hark! What's this?!

Tue, 26 Apr 2005 04:49:17 GMT

Two updates within a few days. I wouldn't get too used to this. It'll be a rare occurance. I just randomly scaned my sketch book. Drawn for art class. 45 mins. I am aware my contour line weight is really off, but I got lazy.

Sun, 24 Apr 2005 06:00:50 GMT

Well this is a rare occasion for me, I am actually updating this. So enjoy, or detest to, my latest entry.
I am currently at Laura's house filling up some time while she is off taking care of personal matters. It has been rather uneventful and mundane, mainly just accompanying each other in absent minds. Watched Shaun of the Dead for the 5th time. Also re-viewed Star Wars. Yeah. That was thrilling. We enjoyed some nice popcorn. Laura ate it all rather expediently. I would of eaten more slowly, but it would of been all gone by my second handful if I had done so. So I decided that eating like my normal self would not be the best plan of action for my stomach. Laura is making shooting noises at me. She really could use some shut eye before she goes too crazy. I have no idea what she is laughing all crazy-like about. But she made a laugh that sounded British. If the British have distinct laughs, Laura has accomplished this fine skill. I am afraid she is ill with laughing. But now cured. Or not. Now she might explode by trying to hold it in. I am sure it would be much more deadly if she had just drank lots of water (H2O for Spencer). I miss my Dave Brubeck CD. I do have my coon huntin' hat however, this is quite pleasing. Good-day.

Sat, 02 Apr 2005 02:19:28 GMT

I'm in Tennessee.
My grandfather uncle and I are placing bets on what time the pope dies tonight.

Mon, 28 Mar 2005 01:15:35 GMT

R.I.P Laura's acid trip T.V.
Your way of making the world seem like it was on a massive acid trip will be dearly missed

Flaming bread: another reason why I hate toasters

Sat, 26 Mar 2005 02:21:45 GMT

My toaster decided it would be fun to light my toast on fire. I try to take it out before it burns down my house. Only it really is on fire, so it kind of burns my hand a bit, so I drop it and it hits my shirt. So the bottom of my shirt is catching on fire. I think, hmm, maybe I can aim for the sink and hope I have some amount of accuracy in me. If not, well I am taking the house down as an artistic statement for my anger towards genetics for not making me have skills in pitching. Funking toaster.

Tue, 22 Mar 2005 11:49:24 GMT

Let there be sunlight and warmth

Sun, 20 Mar 2005 15:30:10 GMT

Dropkick Murphy's concert at the Avalon was really good. Crowd surfed 5 almost 7 times (two of the attempts were short lived because I was too near the mosh pit so people didn't realize I was above thier heads.) The opening acts were Far From Finished and The Unseen. Far From Finished were good, had a good energy. The Unseen were crap as expected. They were your typical crappy punk band. "This song is called Social Security AHHH RAHHAS..." "This song is about George Bush AHH RAHH HAS BRAHHHHAHH..." their whole set went something like that, they even had a song where they just screamed dead and gone over and over for two minutes. They all sounded exactly the same. Then Murphy's came on and I deployed myself into the crowd from the boxes. Got thrown into two mosh pits. It was interesting because they were all big bald shirtless sweaty guys. That is one thing I hate about the 'rock scene' sometimes. I know it gets hot, but you can still keep the shirts on. I got onstage with Dropkick Murphy's for awhile and talked to the singer some. After their set was done I was just randomly onstage touching stuff and hugged the drummer for no apparent reason. Then I took a playlist from one of the amps. Twas a good energy show.

Sat, 19 Mar 2005 02:08:18 GMT

Alright, so I made a rap about respect in career life because I had to. We could do either a song, skit, or rap in a group of three. But I had no group. No one is my class. Well Megan, Melissa, and Emma are, but Melissa was somewhere else and Megan and Emma were in another group. Well when it comes time for me to share my rap with the world and unleash my feelings in gangster rap, I managed to confuse about every person in the class. I read it very dramatically too. Everyone was kind of like "What the fuck? Is she serious?" I found great amounts of amusement in this.

Yo fo yo, hit it
yo
Respect is fo the hommies
dawgs respect the cats
yo hommie g's and hos
respect is coo
with no l
yo
the golden rule aint just fo yo gold fronts
its for your hommies and g's too
and the people on the other coast
yoizzle
i got shot
but i still respect
yo

Fri, 11 Mar 2005 02:59:23 GMT

Quiet Woman at Restaurant: When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses - that's what I loved the most, connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered.
-Waking Life

Safe-T Rider fo life

Mon, 07 Mar 2005 22:03:05 GMT

Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunk the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant
White heat is screaming in the jungle
Complete the motion if you stumble
Go ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with 50 belly dancers

The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to

Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone
So smart she's leading me to ozone
Music the great communicator
Use two sticks to make it in the nature
I'll get you into penetration
The gender of a generation
The birth of every other nation
Worth your weight the gold of meditation
This chapter's going to be a close one
Smoke rings I know your going to blow one
All on a spaceship persevering
Use my hands for everything but steering
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
Mop tops are happy when they feed you
J. Butterfly is in the treetop
Birds that blow the meaning into bebop

Wait a minute I'm passing out
Win or lose just like you
Far more shocking
Than anything i ever knew
How about you
10 more reasons
Why i need somebody new just like you
Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
Right on cue

Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunk the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant

Kick start the golden generator
Sweet talk but don't intimidate her
Can't stop the gods from engineering
Feel no need for any interfering
Your image in the dictionary
This life is more than ordinary
Can I get 2 maybe even 3 of these
Come from space
To teach you of the pliedes
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
This life is more than just a read through

Mon, 07 Mar 2005 02:36:18 GMT

Wow, today was great. I mean the entire cast and crew were dead tired for the show, but afterwords when we were striking set a lot of us randomly got energy. Well Krista and I were helping Andrew to take apart the state room (if you saw the play it was the part that we pushed out) and it attacked us. Andrew had the power drill and was taking out the screws while Krista and I just sort of lightly held it up in place. We thought there was still one screw in when the last one was being removed, but we were wrong. We swear it was in slow motion and the set fell over us. We both sort of looked over and saw the other panic and try to avoid being killed by it. It fell over us while we were under the doorways and it only got our legs a little. We get up look at each other and can't stop laughing. It was like some Charlie Chaplin moment.

Tue, 01 Mar 2005 02:19:45 GMT

Stumpy's Fuzzy Nub coming to a film festival near you

Sun, 27 Feb 2005 17:50:35 GMT

"Are you going to bark all day little doggie, or are you going to bite?"

I need someone to cut my ear off to a jazzy little tune