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|Friday, December 31st, 2004|
This will probably be the last time I use this journal... i really don't have the time to piss away here. But there's nothing i love more than making lists, so here is the best of 2004:
1) Roy- Big City Sin and Small Town Redemption
2) The Good Life- Album of the Year
3) Mastodon- Leviathan
4) Isis- Panopticon
5) Minus the Bear- They Make Beer Commercials This EP
6) These Arms are Snakes- Oxeneers or the Lion Sleeps When its Antelope Go Home
7) The Fembots- Small Town Murder Scene
8) Ani Difranco- Educated Guess
9) Cattle Decapitation- Humanure
10) Descendents- Cool to Be You
1) The Blood Brothers- Crimes
2) Taking Back Sunday- Where You Want to Be
3) Modest Mouse- Good News for People Who Love Bad News
4) The Cure- The Cure
5) Hopesfall- A-Types
1) The Weakerthans/ Murder by Death/ Fembots
2) Ani Difranco/ Margaret Cho
3) Black Dhalia Murder/ Terror/ Unearth
4) Bright Eyes/ M. Ward/ Jim James
5) The Good Life/ Neva Dinova/ 89 Cubs
6) NOFX/ Alkaline Trio
7) These Arms are Snakes/ Harkonen/ Akimbo
Bands That'll Get Big in 2005
1) The Good Life
2) The Fall of Troy
3) Kane Hodder
Most Anticipated Releases of 2005
1) The Mars Volta- Frances the Mute
2) New Avail record
3) New Dillinger Four record
4) New Propagandhi record
5) Goldfinger- Disconnection Notice
Best Movies (that I saw)
1) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
3) Spiderman 2
4) I Heart Huckabees
5) Kill Bill Volume 2
Worst Movies (that I saw)
1) Ocean's 12
2) The Grudge
3) Shrek 2
4) The Village
Movies That I Kind of Like, and Kind of Don't Like
1) The Day After Tomorrow
2) Garden State
3) The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
4) National Treasure
New Years Eve is tomorrow. Or today, I guess. Right Now. My new year's resolution:
done Current Mood: done
|Saturday, December 4th, 2004|
|Mitch Hedburg, eat shit and die
So Mitch Hedburg and Stephen Lynch was last night. 50% of the concert was fucking great, 50% was miserable.
Stephen Lynch, of course, was the great part. He played new stuff and some old stuff too, and when he played old stuff, he changed some of the lyrics, which was great. He has an amazing stage presence, and was just great. I was laughing the whole time. The best part of his set was a new song he ended it with called "Craig Christ"... bloody brilliant stuff. Plus, he made what must be the only joke ever made about Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.
And then Mitch Hedburg came on. What a fucker. He put on one of the most terrible comedy sets I have ever seen. He makes that asshole on Comedy Central who talks about "elegant balloons" seem hilarious. Seriously, he was so drunk and so bad that people were getting super pissed. Half of my party was there to see Mitch Hedburg, and they were really disappointed. He can be really funny, but he was just so drunk he could hardly stand up, much less tell a joke. God, he was chasing vodka with orange juice the whole time, and just got drunker and drunker. Then, when Hedburg's time was up and the host was trying to get him off the stage, he started getting really belligerent and pissed and made even more of an ass out of himself.
What a fucking bastard. Luckily, I was there to see Stephen Lynch, and he didn't disappoint. But honestly, Mitch Hedburg's set was completely miserable. I did not laugh a single time, and even the worst amateur comedians at like Bumbershoot can make me laugh once.
It was an overall good time, though. And I'm still smiling from the Weakerthans concert on Wednesday, because it was so great.
Gonna go see Closer tonight. There'd better be some goddamn titties. Current Mood: good
|Thursday, December 2nd, 2004|
Oh god... best fucking concert ever... Fembots, Murder by Death, Weakerthans all in one night plus a unexpected set from Rocky Votolato... they all fucking ruled my world. I will dream about the celloist from Murder by Death for weeks, I believe... I've never seen any musician, male or female, play an instrument as unbelievably sexually as she did... but I am still in love with John Samson, the greatest frontman of all time. God bless the Weakerthans for being so fucking great. GOd blesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
sssss Neumos for being such a great fucking venue.... I have spent too much money on cds tonight... and i have to go to school very soon...fuckity fuck fuck shit ass bitch cunt
Thank you and goodnight. Current Mood: exhausted
|Sunday, November 28th, 2004|
My weekend was a pretty decent, all things considered. A mix of things.
Friday was the best day though. I went down to Seattle and attended an anti-fur protest outside of Nordstrom, which was pretty cool. We got media coverage too, which was a big plus. Then I went home and went and got Thai food with Matt. Then Chaz and a few others came over to Matt's and we hung out and watched an interesting porn documentary. After that we went to see "Saw" which was a fucking disturbing movie. Then I went home and got like 3 hours of sleep.
Saturday I got up at 5AM to go adventuring around South Puget Sound and Hood Canal with my dad and brother. We went hiking and stuff and looked at all the chum salmon in the creeks around there, which is an amazing sight to see. I had to work that night too, which was okay.
Today I worked from 11-7:30. It was decent too, but I'm pissed at my boss because she keeps forgetting when I'm available and scheduling me for days I can't work and giving me way to many hours. I have to go talk to her about it tomorrow, but since shes never fucking there, i don't know if i'll even make contact with her.
Monday and Tuesday will be okay. Wednesday through Sunday will be fucking great- no work, Weakerthans and Mitch Hedburg concerts, native plant salvaging, watching "Closer" and "Sideways" and hoping Natalie Portman gets naked, dinners at the Globe Cafe, Indochine, and Happy at the Bay, hanging out with all of my close friends, hanging out with my parents for the first time in a very long time.
I hope Natalie Portman and Julia Roberts fuck in Closer. I'm sure they don't, but if they did, it would be the greatest thing in the world. Current Mood: chilly
|Thursday, November 25th, 2004|
Oh, Thanksgiving, that magical time of year where I always end up hating myself, my family, and the world around me a little bit more.
Thank god for pumpkin pie though. Its the only thing that gets me through.
The Black Eyes are incredible, by the way. They are so fucking insane and chaotic that they make The Blood Brothers seem tame, Big Black feel poppy, and Swallowing Shit seem hopelessly fluffy. I think they were too frequently overshadowed by the Liars, when they were both still together. The Liars can suck my balls for dropping off the Blonde Redhead bill, anyway.
Music I have been listening to recently:
* Dr. Dre- The Chronic
* Rufus Wainwright- Want One
* Swallowing Shit- Anthology (Burn Winnipeg to the Fucking Ground)
* Dream Theater- Images and Words
* Black Eyes- Cough
* Visqueen- King Me
* Snoop Dogg- Doggystyle
* Dillinger Four- Versus God
All of this + EVERY FUCKING WEAKERTHANS ALBUM I OWN BECAUSE IN LESS THAN A WEEK I WILL BE SEEING THEM AT NEUMOS!!!!
I'm already creaming my pants in anticipation. Current Mood: nothing
|Saturday, November 20th, 2004|
|Please, don't stop
I just got back from the rave car... oh god it was good. Brian and I hit our heads together really hard twice so my head really hurts... but it was worth it. Trance is the purest form of music. Oooh I feel dizzy, nauseous, and completely and utterly elated.
Its inevitable that we're going to get pulled over someday by the police. They'll probably think we're a bunch of fags fucking in the back of a car. In all fairness, thats what I'd think if I came upon a completely fogged over car rocking back and forth wildly.
I actually watched a puppy being born this evening. It was pretty messy. But also pretty cool. Matt's Mom and her friends stole a pregnant dog from this old guy who was going to kill the puppies. So the dog had its puppies in Matt's laundry room, and they're going to keep some and find homes for the others.
They're half-lab and half-bulldog. They look and taste just like hamsters.
I got placenta all over my hands. It was unpleasant, to say the least.
I'm going to now go to bed and fall asleep in a pool of sweat. Thank you and good night. Current Mood: orgasmic
|Thursday, November 18th, 2004|
Life has been interesting as of recent... crappy at times, very good at others... yet I find myself unusually indifferent to everything going around me. I like it a lot, actually.
The crappiest thing to come up recently was Ikea's decision to outsource my entire department. This isn't quite as bad as it sounds, but it still blows a bit... basically they are moving all of us to a different company, A&A, and then hiring A&A to work for them. We get the same pay that we get now, which is good, but we don't get those sexy, regular 50 cent raises Ikea gives out every 6 months. Plus we lose all of Ikea's benefits like the 401K, paid vacation, etc.
I don't really care that much about the benefits and pay and what not. I still get tons more money than most people my age, and I don't really need the benefits. But what does suck is that we have been essentially exiled from Ikea. We are going to get even less respect than we already did out in the garage- now we're not even on fucking staff.
We had a meeting about it Tuesday. The head of A&A gave us a bunch of vague, shitty answers to all of our questions which worries me. And then I wonder, why the fuck does A&A want us anyway? They have to pay us like 9 to 11 bucks an hour, when they could just fire us all and hire a new staff for minimum wage. I am very suspicious about the whole situation. Companies don't do sit like this unless it benefits them, and usually when the company benefits, the workers don't. But whatever. As long as i have a job, i'll be happy.
I worked tonight. It was easy. I had to take a pretty colossal dump, too, which was damn fun... basically, I got paid 5 bucks to take a shit (I was gone for a good 30 minutes...). Current Mood: blank
|Sunday, November 14th, 2004|
Went to Minus the Bear tonight. Good, good show. Brian and I got lost in Tacoma on the way there, and Brian almost got us killed at least two times.
Dave K. is the best fucking guitarist in the world. Finger-tapping is so difficult and he does it so goddamn well.
It was very funny, there were these three metal guys at the show. They had long hair and a bunch of piercings and like Tool and Opeth shirts on. It was really weird cause MTB is pretty soft music, and they were singing along and headbanging as if it was a fucking Slayer concert. It was kind of cool though, cause they were really into the music.
I smell like smoke, body odor, and Mexican food. A winning combination. I went over to Trent's after the concert, and Trent's brother told me I smelled terrible. Its very true.
First song of MTB set= that really cool dancy first track off the new EP
Last song of MTB set= Absinthe Party at the Fly Honey Warehouse.
Completely rocking set. They have one of the tightest live shows around.
I watched the movie Bottle Rocket last night, Wes Anderson's first movie. It was enjoyable. I think it will grow on me a lot too.
Luke Wilson is a cutie. Current Mood: decent
|Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004|
Who else thinks its fucking hilarious that no more kids 18 to like 30 voted in this election than in 2000? Fucking hilarious, I tell you. After all this bullshit about "rocking the vote" and "choosing or loosing" and what not, NOTHING changed.
Quote of the Day, from The Progressive Magazine online: "Fuck the kids. I hope Bush reinstates the draft."
We're all to busy getting stoned and skateboarding and fucking the shit out of each other to vote Current Mood: horny
|Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004|
|Ordinary People Do Fucked Up Things When Fucked Up Things Become Ordinary
This is the most brutal song of all time, I'm pretty convinced. Any metal or hardcore band, no fucking Slayer or Terror has anything on Propagandhi at their heaviest. I've never heard a song that can match the speed, passion, brutality and ferocity that Propagandhi can jam into one song. Current Mood: Fucked up
|Sunday, October 31st, 2004|
|I promised them women...
I was flipping through channels this evening and the MTV Video Awards were on. Tony Hawk won some kind of award, and they started playing "The Sense" by Hot Water Music. Like my favorite HWM song.
Fuck you, MTV. FUCK YOU. You've taken everything. Here, have my fucking virginity while you're at it! Just fucking take it. Current Mood: pissed off
|Its all right, valentine
Recently I haven't had a very solid grip on reality. A lot of weird things have been happening, and then like 3 hours later, I'll think of them as if they were a dream. The funny thing is, my dreams have become more realistic as my life has become more surreal and strange.
For example, tonight (last night, technically) was strange. I was at work, and I was in the other garage picking up carts with the EZ-Go. I strapped them up all shitty and they hit one of the pillars in the garage- which hilariously enough had a fire extinguisher on it in a little box, but completely unattached. The extinguisher flew out and kind of exploded, spraying the extinguisher stuff everywhere. There was a giant cloud of the shit suspended in the garage, and the pavement was white with it. So I called security, and they said its happened before (a customer did it a few weeks ago apparently, and trashed her car!) and it was no big deal, the extinguishers are only worth like 10 bucks. But since it was officially an accident, I had to take a piss test. So Mills from Security takes me to Valley Medical at 9:30 at night to go take a fucking piss test. It was very unreal. I didn't even have to close, and I got paid for taking the test and everything.
But now, something like 4 hours later, it means nothing. I'll probably forget about it until someone mentions it as work tomorrow.
When I was coming home from everything, I thought it was a Wednesday night. For a bit, I actually was pretty convinced.
Last night Matt and I saw I Heart Huckabees. It was quite good actually. It wasn't as endearing as it could have been, but I still liked it a lot. David O. Russel is no Wes Anderson or Charlie Kaufman, but he didn't do half bad. After the movie Matt was giving me shit about something, and instead of legitimately responding, I just looked at him and grinned and said "I heart Mattabees!"
Stephanie left a message on my machine tonight. The thing is, I lost her phone number, so I went searching through a bunch of scraps of paper and receipts to try to find it. I found one random number, called it, and some girl answered and I just froze and didn't say anything. For some reason I was paralyzed in fear. Of what, who knows.
Now that I think of it, I think it was Stephanie. That would be funny.
Its really late. But we get an extra hour, right? I hope so.
Bliss, the softcore/erotica show on Oxygen frustrates me. They need to have a goddamn ending sex scene. It pisses me off when they just end it without a concluding sex scene. If I had a nickel everytime I was left with a semi-erect, unsatisfied penis after Bliss ends, I'd be a rich man. And then the next fucking program is the Ellen Degeneres show! I can't fucking finish off to that!
The following story contains adult situations, and is vastly more repulsive and embarrassing then pretty much anything I ever say. I'm completely serious here.( You've been warnedCollapse )
I'm never going to show my face in Fred Meyer's ever, ever again.
I should be going to bed now. I think I may end up somewhere else tomorrow morning.
Listen: Jonathan Duke has become unstuck in time. Current Mood: unattached
|Tuesday, October 26th, 2004|
|Its against the law
I have been getting very little done. I have lots of things to do, and yet I manage to escape them. It doesn't really feel like procrastination though. I get the shit done on time. I think I'm okay with it. I've been doing really shitty work for my English class. Luckily, I'm pretty sure my shitty is still a lot better than all the other jackasses' good is. Not to be arrogant or anything. They're just all really fucking stupid.
The Weakerthans are coming in December. I love the Weakerthans. God, I've loved that band for a good 4 years, which is significant considering I've only been into rock music for maybe 5. Last time they played at the Graceland. Me and Brian and Charles went. The concert was incredible. It was really late though, and got out at 2 o'clock. It was the last time Charles' Dad ever picked us up from a concert. Then when I got home, my kitten Molly had run away, and I proceeded to have the worst two days of my life. I think it was the only time I've ever been genuinely depressed. I watched the Lord of the Rings movies two times each. And I ate Subway both nights. I was going to get Teriyaki on Sunday night, but I found out that all Teriyaki places are closed on Sundays. It was wild how I went from such a great high to such a shitty, shitty low.
My parents will be gone all this weekend. Friday Saturday Sunday nights. I'm looking forward to a little peace. Even though more likely I'll just lounge around and drink diet mountain dew and be unsatisfied by internet porn.
Best-case scenario for the weekend= I'll be happy.
Worst-case scenario for the weekend= I'll gorge myself on salty snacks and have a hilarious emotional breakdown when I convince myself someone is trying to break into the house.
1) Don't talk to my breasts. You won't be meeting them. Current Mood: content with mediocrity
|Saturday, October 23rd, 2004|
Party with old Kentridge friends= really good.
Stupid homecoming game and stupid dance= stupid.
They played the Postal Service on 89.5 FM this evening. It was wierd to hear it wedged in between techno and hard trance.
I could totaly be a samurai. When I unsheath my noble sword, all shall bow beneath me.
Tomorrow= is going to be a really long day
Sunday= also really long, possibly longer
Monday= day off fuck yes- maxin' and relaxin'
Rudy carries a switchblade cuz he's mexican. How fucking scary is that? Apparently its legal, but I don't think so.
I could defeat him with my samurai sword.
Me= Uma Thurman, but hotter, and with darker hair and smaller tits.
I'm out bitches. Current Mood: intoxicated
|Thursday, October 21st, 2004|
|Let's cross the sea
I had to skip school today (the "had" part is open to debate, of course...) to get some shit done. It was quite nice actually. I went and ate at the new Thai Place at Fairwood. It was good. Not as orgasmic as Indochine- the best thai place in the world- but it was about as good as Morgate Thai by Ikea. I had garlic tofu, and it was delicious and stinky. Then I had to work for 6 1/2 hours. Went by fast.
Going to Michelle's birthday party tomorrow. I got her a card that has a picture of a fluffy white cat on the front sitting on a dryer with a bunch of socks in it's hair. The inside says "... and how was your day?" It the same kind of card as the hilarious "I got it one Ebay!" one I got for you, Alicia. I also got Michelle a Sheriff playset with guns, handcuffs, masks, and a sheriff's badge.
Bonus Day on Saturday. Will suck the day of (I am working from 2 o'clock to 1 AM), but the $1,500+ bonus will be pretty cool.
End Current Mood: sexy
|Tuesday, October 19th, 2004|
So Bright Eyes was very good last night. I didn't go into it expecting to enjoy it very much, primarily because I've grown a bit bored with Conor Oberst and I haven't really listened to any Bright Eyes records for a good month. However, I was pleasantly surprised. It was a phenomenal concert musically, and was completely unique.
I was very happy that Conor didn't play any of his bigger annoying hits, like Bowl of Oranges, Don't Know When But A Day's Gonna Come, or Lover I don't have to Love. I was worried that I was going to have to deal with a bunch of stupid fucking screamy girls, but since he played mainly new stuff, this was avoided. I liked it best when M. Ward and Jim James and Conor and Mike were all playing together. I thought that Jim James and Conor's voices sounded really great together; James had a fantastic voice and he dulled the annoyingness of Oberst's bleat.
I'm gonna go buy some more My Morning Jacket records. I just have one, and I haven't listened to it very much, but Jim James impressed me so much that I want to give them a serious try.
I loved the format of the concert- there was just a straight 3 hour block of music, and the guys just came and went and complemented each other perfectly. We had great seats too, right in the front of the balcony.
Thank god for the slugs of good fortunate. Although those slimy little fuckers did drop the ball on my wrap. What the fuck? Dumbshit slugs. Current Mood: contemplative
|Thursday, October 14th, 2004|
I have heartburn. I drank this "Gaviscon" stuff that my Dad takes for heartburn. It tasted terrible. I figured it would be like Tums, but liquid. Boy was I wrong. It was seriously the worst thing I've ever tasted. And I think I took too much, cause now I have heartburn, and feel nauseous. Good times. Current Mood: dead
|Wednesday, October 13th, 2004|
|Potato soup is fantastic, as long as you leave out the red peppers
I had a very relaxing evening at work tonight. IKEA was completely dead, and I just wandered around talking to the other guys who were working too. I did almost no work, which was pretty cool.
My Vietnam war is class at GRCC is really really great. The subject matter is really interesting, and the books are great. Even the textbook is a page-turner. Already I have a great understanding of the war that I certainly didn't have before. Right now I'm reading this book by Le Ly Hayslip that's about her experiences during the war, and her experiences coming back to Vietnam after the war to see her family. Its completely fascinating. I think I'm going to end up keeping all my books from that class, because they're so great.
I fucking rock at badminton. I'm weak, skinny, and suck at most sports, but I really am pretty decent at sports that involve rackets, like tennis, badminton, and racquetball. In the badminton tourney in my court games class I'm ranked 6 out of 32. I think that I'm going to be a professional badminton player when I grow up, instead of a rock star.
Today at lunch Trent and I were talking about how cool it would be to have a penis that was like a monkey's tail- you could like move it around and wrap it around branches and stuff. That would be super sweet- you could do tricks with it. I think my love of all things phallic would only increase if I could hula-hoop with my wang.
Today at work, I found a cart with the handle of a yellow plastic IKEA bag stuck in its wheels. I went a little crazy and whipped out my pocket knife and started slashing the bag to pieces to get it unstuck. My co-worker Sean walked by and said "Jesus, what did you do?" I whirled around and stared at him, and then told him that "I just knifed that fucker."
This is my new motto.
"Just knife that fucker."
I like it. Current Mood: awake
|Sunday, October 10th, 2004|
|The rain is here, and you my dear, are still my friend
Today I hit a car with the EZ-Go (a.k.a. the piece of shit little vehicle thing I pull carts with). Scratched up the back of this beater Monte Carlo. I hope I don't have to take another piss test. It's not that I'd fail it or anything, I just hate peeing in cups. I can't help feeling a mixture of shame and guilt whenever I piss in a cup, which is surprising often.
This weekend was decent. Friday was cool, cause I got to see Big Brian. Me and Matt and Brian raved to trance music in Matt's car on the way to Red Robin. Better than sex (not that I'd really know... but it certainly beats masturbation).
Actually, now that I mention it, I've come to the conclusion that masturbation is futile. Its lost all meaning at this point. Lots of girls complain about how easy it is for guys to have an orgasm, but really, its not that good of a thing. It just gets kind of old after awhile. You need to do it, but it isn't as fun as it once was. When you first figure it out how to do it, jerking off is this big special event and its feels just fucking fantastic, and you're always trying to fit it into your schedule cause its so fucking awesome. By now, I find myself thinking of it like a chore, like 'well, I have 25 minutes, I should probably go shoot off a load before I go finish my homework.' It makes me very sad, because it seems like this is the same pattern everything in life follows. It just gets old.
Saturday, my driving officially went from "quirky" to "fucking terrible." I went to 7-11 with a guy named Doug after work, and as we pull out on to Petro I speed past him in the right lane, just being kind of a dumbass. I'm going 65 when I realize the light ahead of me is red. I slam on the brakes, my wheels start skidding, and go through this red light at 40 mph. I find it funny now, but really, I could've killed myself, or even worse, somebody else.
There's an Elliot Smith song and a Nick Drake song on the Royal Tenenbaums soundtrack. How cool is that. Luke Wilson's character slits his wrists to the Elliot Smith song. Oh the irony.
I've stopped feeling sorry for people who try to (or actually do) kill themselves. Any asshole selfish and stupid enough to kill themselves deserves to die anyway. Fuck them all. Current Mood: my hands are tingly
|Wednesday, October 6th, 2004|
So today my Dad hired a roofer to come to our house to do something to our roof (like repair it or something, I really don't know). The guy who did the job comes into our house when he's done to deal with all the paperwork and costs and what not. I was in the other room playing guitar kind of half-listening to them talk about what he did to the roof.
Then suddenly, the guy starts talking about religion. He starts lecturing my Dad about Jesus and God and religion, asking him to consider all these insane points he was bringing up. I thought it was hilarious at first. One of the things he was saying that I found the funniest was his idea that God had essentially left his signature on everything in the Earth, including us, using the number 3. His evidence for this was that everything was made up of 3 things; for example, the earth is made up of solids, liquids, and gases (I should've asked where plasma fits in), and our cells are made up of electrons, neutrons, and protons. "Just ponder that for a second," he kept saying. Apparently God has just signed everything, just like a painter signs his paintings.
I think that If I was God, I'd make a cooler signature than just "3". I'd sign everybody and everything with like "The Big Guy" or "G-Max" or "Big G" with big cursive letters. Or maybe just "G". That would be pretty cool too.
Anyway, I stopped laughing and started getting pissed off when my Dad mentioned that he was Methodist, and had a more moderate interpretation of Jesus and God. This guy starts yelling at my Dad and telling him that Methodists are just like the Hebrews that killed Jesus the first time, because they wouldn't recognize Jesus when he came again. He tells my Dad he isn't a real Christian, and that he's going to hell.
Now my Dad is a pretty calm and reasonable guy, but at this point he was getting really upset. So he basically tells the roofer guy to sign the goddamn papers and to get out of our house. The roofer leaves all pissy and glares at me as he walks out.
This is exactly why I hate people. They are all so fucking intolerant and ignorant. I just can't stand or comprehend the majority of the human race most of the time. Current Mood: aggravated