Currently Listening: "Turnover" - Fugazi
This week passed by quicker than I thought it would. I really don't recall anything that has happened. So right now, this is me typing a useless blog entry, eating goldfish, and avoiding homework. =) How fun.
Maybe it's time to brainstorm for another top 5.
Apparently I like music videos about life with ice cream trucks in them?
- Parklife
- Today
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
ALL TIME LOW PWNS LOLOLOLOLZ
Currently Listening: "Looks Just Like The Sun" - Broken Social Scene
People who watch Laguna Beach and The Hills like The Beatles, Death Cab For Cutie, etc. Some people talk about The Shins as if they are this amazing godly THING that is so underground that no one has ever heard of them. Other people think they are so above all because they like of Montreal. These people associate themselves with other people who are *the biggest fans* of Fall Out Boy and All Time Low. They also listen to new "rock bands" such as Paramore thinking they're so cool for liking music that no one else likes. But everyone is thinking the same exact thing.
Skinny jeans, dark eyeliner, and patterned hoodies resembling Kidrobot hoodies are being worn by those who in the past shopped at Abercrombie and were afraid to enter Hot Topic. Now Hot Topic and H&M are *THE* stores. Places are exploding with things that say "I love rock", have designs with skulls and broken hearts, or guitars and mixtapes. All the scene kids who say "fuck the mainstream" have *become* the mainstream. Seventeen, CosmoGirl, Teen People, etc stress that emo has in fact hit the mainstream.
"I love rock music" is probably the most hackneyed thing to ever say. All the things I ever liked have become the most cliched things on earth.
People who watch Laguna Beach and The Hills like The Beatles, Death Cab For Cutie, etc. Some people talk about The Shins as if they are this amazing godly THING that is so underground that no one has ever heard of them. Other people think they are so above all because they like of Montreal. These people associate themselves with other people who are *the biggest fans* of Fall Out Boy and All Time Low. They also listen to new "rock bands" such as Paramore thinking they're so cool for liking music that no one else likes. But everyone is thinking the same exact thing.
Skinny jeans, dark eyeliner, and patterned hoodies resembling Kidrobot hoodies are being worn by those who in the past shopped at Abercrombie and were afraid to enter Hot Topic. Now Hot Topic and H&M are *THE* stores. Places are exploding with things that say "I love rock", have designs with skulls and broken hearts, or guitars and mixtapes. All the scene kids who say "fuck the mainstream" have *become* the mainstream. Seventeen, CosmoGirl, Teen People, etc stress that emo has in fact hit the mainstream.
"I love rock music" is probably the most hackneyed thing to ever say. All the things I ever liked have become the most cliched things on earth.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
I have the JO BROS stuck in my head.
leetfeets (5:06:36 PM): panic at the disco on my shuffle
leetfeets (5:06:41 PM): for shame!
greenministapler (5:07:29 PM): i think i'm guiltier than you'll ever be
RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU AGREE THAT
DRAGON WARS IS THE WORST MOVIE EVER.
*raises hand*
leetfeets (5:06:41 PM): for shame!
greenministapler (5:07:29 PM): i think i'm guiltier than you'll ever be
RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU AGREE THAT
DRAGON WARS IS THE WORST MOVIE EVER.
*raises hand*
Friday, September 7, 2007
Je n'aime pas regarder la foot.
That, up there, is most likely not the correct way to say "I do not like watching football" in French. Oh wellz.
Highschool football games are borriinnnggggg.
But tomorrow I'm going concerting. And that shall be fun!
Blaqk Audio.
9:30 club.
With Corey, Belinda, and Nick.
Whee!
Highschool football games are borriinnnggggg.
But tomorrow I'm going concerting. And that shall be fun!
Blaqk Audio.
9:30 club.
With Corey, Belinda, and Nick.
Whee!
Monday, September 3, 2007
I am a softsmore. Give me all your marshmallows!
Currently Listening: They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! Ahhhh! - Sufjan Stevens
Dear Susan,
My grudge against you isn't quite so clandestine anymore, is it?
Love,
School
Dear School,
I hate you too.
Love,
Susan
-x-x-x-
Period 1. Software Apps 1. AKA, Extra Sleep.
My teacher is the equivalent of a kindergardener teacher. She gives us jelly beans. I chose the pink one. The only friend I have in this class is the computer. The person that sits next to me is hardly a friend. She just likes to talk about her life. I smile and nod. At least I have entertainment. My locker is in the middle of nowhere thanks to the wonderful placement of this classroom.
Period 2. French 2 H.
Lacking any embellishment, I'd say that freshmen occupy 90% of this class' population. They are all better at French than I am; they all freak me out more than I freak them out. Every class has an annoying kid. I sit diagonally to the one existing in this class.
Period 3. Precalc GT. AKA, Let's Get Huge Headaches GT.
No friends, no brain, no teacher 50% of the time because she likes to leave the classroom every 4 seconds, no legible handwriting presented by the teacher, no memory of any past math classes, no passing grade expected.
Period 4A. Eng 10 H.
I sit with a few loose friends, no close friends though. The teacher has this rule that we can't write in pencil. In a few weeks to come, she is going to hate me because if I don't have the authority to erase something after every 10 words written, I will need to scribble things out. My paper will become a wreck. That, and I can't spell anything write the first time I right it.
Period 4B. Photo 1.
This class has 4 tables. Table 1: kids that are taking this class simply to improve their skills of taking pictures for facebook. Table 2: older kids. Table 3: kids in my grade that I don't talk to. Table 4: kids that sit there because they have nowhere else to sit. AKA, the Chloe and Susan table. Teacher? Flamboyant. He knows my name already.
Period 5. Biology H. (pronounced: bye-oh-law-gee)
If I don't go deaf at a concert, I'm going to go deaf in this class. This teacher cannot be understood, her handwriting cannot be read, and nothing can be done in this class in general. Corey's in this class though. =) If I get bored of staring at strange biology-esque entities, I will be staring at him.
Period 6.Am Gov H. Gray Hour.
I have this class every. single. day. last. period. The clock is broken in this class, so it drives me insane because all I ever think about is "when does class end when does class end when does class end i want to go home oh my god why is the clock broken i want to go home i want to go home i want to go home i want to sleep i want to sleep i want this class to end."
Dear Susan,
My grudge against you isn't quite so clandestine anymore, is it?
Love,
School
Dear School,
I hate you too.
Love,
Susan
-x-x-x-
Period 1. Software Apps 1. AKA, Extra Sleep.
My teacher is the equivalent of a kindergardener teacher. She gives us jelly beans. I chose the pink one. The only friend I have in this class is the computer. The person that sits next to me is hardly a friend. She just likes to talk about her life. I smile and nod. At least I have entertainment. My locker is in the middle of nowhere thanks to the wonderful placement of this classroom.
Period 2. French 2 H.
Lacking any embellishment, I'd say that freshmen occupy 90% of this class' population. They are all better at French than I am; they all freak me out more than I freak them out. Every class has an annoying kid. I sit diagonally to the one existing in this class.
Period 3. Precalc GT. AKA, Let's Get Huge Headaches GT.
No friends, no brain, no teacher 50% of the time because she likes to leave the classroom every 4 seconds, no legible handwriting presented by the teacher, no memory of any past math classes, no passing grade expected.
Period 4A. Eng 10 H.
I sit with a few loose friends, no close friends though. The teacher has this rule that we can't write in pencil. In a few weeks to come, she is going to hate me because if I don't have the authority to erase something after every 10 words written, I will need to scribble things out. My paper will become a wreck. That, and I can't spell anything write the first time I right it.
Period 4B. Photo 1.
This class has 4 tables. Table 1: kids that are taking this class simply to improve their skills of taking pictures for facebook. Table 2: older kids. Table 3: kids in my grade that I don't talk to. Table 4: kids that sit there because they have nowhere else to sit. AKA, the Chloe and Susan table. Teacher? Flamboyant. He knows my name already.
Period 5. Biology H. (pronounced: bye-oh-law-gee)
If I don't go deaf at a concert, I'm going to go deaf in this class. This teacher cannot be understood, her handwriting cannot be read, and nothing can be done in this class in general. Corey's in this class though. =) If I get bored of staring at strange biology-esque entities, I will be staring at him.
Period 6.
I have this class every. single. day. last. period. The clock is broken in this class, so it drives me insane because all I ever think about is "when does class end when does class end when does class end i want to go home oh my god why is the clock broken i want to go home i want to go home i want to go home i want to sleep i want to sleep i want this class to end."
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