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Tuesday, July 29, 2003
02:47 p.m.
So recently i've been having the most boring days of summer. (ooh, it just thundered, big plus!) Thunder is one of those sounds that seems rather surreal. But it makes me think about lots of stuff. anyway, back to boring days: Liane's been out of town. And no Liane=No work. No work= nothing to do. Liane also makes me feel really happy, and i've missed her a lot. Onward. Sara and i have been having a rough time recently. The situation is pretty complicated, as we're pretty complicated people. Andrew's blog sums it up pretty well. I try my best to act rationally in most of the situations, and view them objectively, but it so hard when one's right in the middle of it. I've also had this binge period when all i eat is Togo's. It's quite odd, but quite good. OH! Another idea! I've had this idea bouncing arou d in my head for a couple of days, and i just got approval for camera usage yesterday. It's the photo project called "City Girl". And what it is, is it shows all these shots of women in they city and doing various, mundane, cityy-life-like things. This whole thought came to me when i weas with Liane outside of the mechanic's shop in Glendale, and she was leaning up agains this fence talking on her cell phone. Thats when i thought," wow, she was a country girl and came all the way out here from Mississippi and fit perfectly into the city lifestyle. A real city girl." and thats also when i saw the picture. It was balanced and everything. Like you'd see on a Jones Soda label. So im using my Dad's old camera, and im gonna use black&white film and mount it all in one of thos ebooks with black paper and it all spiral bound and everything. I'mm excited. I'm also gonna take thre camera on the road trip that andrew and I will be traking. I just got really excited over all this. A trip across America. I'll get to see things, people, and cultures that make up this country. It'll be a good eye opener. Yup. Anyway, Andrew, Amelia, and I are gonna hang out in a bit. SO off i go!
Music Review
Sunday, July 27, 2003
10:59 a.m.
So the new Eve6 record came out on the 22nd, and here's the spin: If eve6's sophomore album was a shrink-wrapped, tightly produced, colorful, mold injected plastic presentation, then It's All in Your Head is made out of Erector Set. It's a bit edgier, darker, and losely done. fewer tight harmonies, more loud guitars accompanied by dampened vocals. A definite new direction for the band. Its also apparent that the members are now better musicians. It's common that they throw in a measure of 5 in a 4/4 song. The writing is more diverse as well. Tempos range from Lento to Allegretto, and from 2/4 to 6/8. A definite inprovement. They (the songs)seem to have lost a slight bit of their pop flavor, and now own a touch of the grungie, less melodic color of old 90s rock. Nothing really new or groundbreaking here, nothing out of the ordinary of Eve6, but a pretty good record. overall: 3/5
Oh-Tay!
Thursday, July 24, 2003
10:41 p.m.
Lets see...working for liane, blah blah blah, she's the greatest woman on the face of the earth, blah blah blah, tells me that if she could have anyone for a son it would be me, blah blah blah, life is good. My Dad finds out that a list of recomended classes for music majors at PCC exists, and in the same 5 minutes he asks me at least 7 times if i have it, if there is one, so basically he wants to see it. This makes me so fucking angry. College is working towards my degree in Music education. not a stupid diploma from high school. He acts as though he doesn;t trust me to take the classes i need. Jesus christ dad, i'm an adult. Albeit a young one, i still am an adult. Fucking hell, he doesn't treat this like college is anything new. It's a whole different experience. And ( not like i'd have trouble) it's hard to break habits if the pressures are the fucking same, God, fuck him. I could go on about him but i wont, cause right now, life is good (see top). ON a different note, a lot of my friends are starting to act like their "old selves" again. Except martin, martin is still martiny, and this is a very good thing. My other friends are just kinds, well, like they were when we were in high school. Which is kinda getting on my nerves. Hell why lie, it's really pissing me off in actuality. I feel like i'm moving onward in the stages of late adolescence, the part where you basically stop searching for your identity in other people and things, etc etc. But for some reason, it feels like these behaviors of my friends are hindering me, but by saying this it just puts me further and further back in retrograde as i try to FINALLY sort myself out. I just like doing the things i like to do. I like being me. I like not really caring whether or not i speak proper english. I like believeing that chivalry is mostly dead. Shit, i even like a racist joke once in a while. so whatever, you know. I am really starting to get a grip on myself when all these people are seeming to attack me. shit, maybe i'm just going crazy i'm taking liane to the airport tomorrow, so off i go to sleep. Bye
LIfe Is good
Saturday, July 19, 2003
10:47 p.m.
These past few days have been wonderful. I've spent friday and saturday working for Liane. I swear, i could write a book about her. She'd such a wonderful human being. There are a number of times where she's told me straight to my face,"If i had ever had a kid, i would've wanted them to be like you." And she said this to me today- Yes, i can now die a happy person. I love Liane so much. She's done so much for me and I think of her like the mother i wish i had. So i was working for her yesterday, right, and i'm watching Harrison (a kid of a friend of Liane's who's mom was murdered by her husband). I was working til about 7 and then they invite me to dinner, so of course i go wqith the. But i call sara afterward to hang out and she's all upset and i offer to come pick her up. SO it's about 10:45 when i get there, and the first thing out of her mouth is "I had a bad day and you didn't help" Then she goes on and says to me "Liane is just this woman who acts like your mom, and she's not" as if she was opening some portal of wosdom to me. But this comment crossed the line. I went off on her and she was crying her eyeballs out, so we sped over to my dad's house. She then we resolved what was between us and she told me what happened to her that day. It turns out her mom, in front of her friends totally fucking bagged on Sara. Like totally went off. I have lost all respect for Joanna. You dont do that to your daughter, and especially not hardcore slandering like this bitch did. It was nuts. I could go on and on about how dysfunctional this family is, but i shouldn't so i wont. I'm spending a lot of time getting my ass kicked at Command & Conquer Online. But it's good. Yes so now thats where im off to.Bye Ps Eve6 launches on tuesday!!!!!
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
Thursday, July 17, 2003
02:02 a.m.
hoy am i tired. I had a relaxing day babysitting these really bright and nice kids. Two boys, 10 and 12. I swear to god that their mom told me to be there at 7:00 or 7:30, cause i remembered thinking: Wow, thats at like the ass crack of dawn. So i apologize for being late, and she said,"I actually think i said 9:30." And i thought to myself,no way in hell did you tell me it was that late. At any rate, they were great kids, and all we did was play computer games. And i made for fixing Spaghetti-O's. Then Sara came over and we went and got waffles. I've been having this weird craving for waffles. Eggos are sooooooo good. Then we went to Andrew's where i acted enebriated largely cause i'm really tired. So now i sleep. Work for LMR tomorrow. Oh yeah, and Liane called me today, but i was out. So returned her call and she sounded really not very bubbly. Liane is ALWAYS bubbly. I'm nervous she didn't want to talk to me for some reason that i dont know. Whatevs, i'm sure that it's just this week talking. I'm sleeping now.
Ps I just saw that i wrote 'hoy' instead of 'boy' at the beginning of this letter. I was going to change it but in retrospect i thought it was kinda funny so i left it. I'm tired.
Fucking hell
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
09:05 p.m.
Oh my god. Talk about flagrant system errors. I think i just crashed my old HP literally minutes before i was going to transfer the files.
My head is like, woah
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
06:30 p.m.
Damn man, 30 hours and no sleep. Last time i did this i got sick. SO we'll see. ugh
Ps. I got a drumset with crappy cymbals. But hey, now i can piss off the parents
Ah yes. . .
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
02:25 a.m.
Dude, i got a dell. Yes, i have been to the top of the mountain. . . and it is good. All issues have been resolved as far as the cliff-hanger i left my loyal fans with in my last entry, so worry not. i spent the weekend working for Jane at The Pasadena Jazz Festival. It was ok. I got paid well for working in the sun and lifting shit while listening to 'jazz' music. I thought it odd that most of the live bands were psuedo-modern-jazz/easy listening. Oh well, all that matters is that the comp is finally here. I plunked down and got a new Command & Conquer game for the new comp, as i found that the old C&C didn't work. So i spent a while getting my ass kicked online, which was actually a bit fun. Martin came over today and sara did too. we chilled, went to panda, went to tower, came back. I cant decide whether or not to get the new Radiohead album or the recordings of B-sides by Jack Johnson. Eventually, i'll get them both, but you know, decisions decisions blah blah blah. I've also got to figure out a way to transfer my 3.6 gigs of music to my new comp. Any help with this would be greatly appreciated, so let me know of a good and fast way to do this. This stock sound system is really bugging me, and theres no point in hooking it up to my big system til i have music to listen to on the hard drive. ugh. Lets see . . . what else is there. . . Oh! My arms are sore and my toe is bleeding! Not much else exciting is happening except that i get to see Ms Rios tomorrow! I'm really excited. She's the bestest and is very dear to me. Well, my tummy is grumbling so im off for a midnight snack. Bye.
Jinx
Friday, July 11, 2003
04:30 p.m.
Yesterday i worked for the stepmom. Business was extremely slow. We had maybe 12 customers the whole night. it was really odd. Today was good times. I got Lunch with Andrew at Jack in the box, and while we were eating these guys came and sat in the booth next to ours. And they were talking about something, i never heard exactly what, when one of them goes in this weird scratchy voice,"Hi, it's Ralph." Andrew and i hearing this, just looked at each other with that look on our faces like "Did that just happen?" Andrew then (oh so apropriately) quotes Homestar Runner by saying,"BALEETED!" At which point, we crack up, and the guys next to us TOTALLY know we're baging on them. At this piont i'm pretty embarrassed, so i scarf down the burger and we leave. We wandered over to Peir 1 Imports and made fun of the things in there, and likewise at Crown Books. Then we decided to meet at Montrose Park. There, we sat in the shade and he taught me a little about Physics and since and all this dimensional stuff that i couldn't explain if i wanted to. I really like talking with Andrew. He's got a wealth of information and is exceptionally wise, and-
wow. Somehting just happened. Sara's here and she mentioned something pertaining to somehting that happened last summer, that she probably shouldn't have. If i told you about this 'event' that took place last summer, you know what it is, trust me. If you dont, don't even ask. Some people should just think about what they say when they're around me, or at least know when to keep their fucking mouths shut. It wasn't that sara somehting, but i found out that her stupid bitch mom, who i used to like a lot, said something that was so unnecessary and rude that just kinda really pissed me off.
Putting things behind you is so fucking hard when people keep bringing them up.
The Lady in the "Cinnamon Altoids" ads really turns me on...
Wednesday, July 9, 2003
10:29 p.m.
okey dokey. Yesterday lets see. . . .My parents come charging into my room at seperate taimes reminding me that i had registration that day, which in fact was inaccurate (both of them)as i had registration today. I spent a fair amount of time yesterday and today reading the entries at Tard Blog. Really now, you should check this place out if you like to laugh, albeit evil laughing that you should feel guilty about. Yesterday evening, i was coming back from Chor's Chineese on the 210 fwy with Sara after having a conversation about why certain friends don't hang out with me much anymore, and i wound up passing a cattle truck on the right. I guess Karma wanted to get me for passing on the right, because i noticed that a cow was in fact urinating out one of the holes in the trailer, and all over my newly washed car. God dammit. Why cant these things ever happen to the demon killer when it's DIRTY. When we got back to my filthy room, we discovered Tard Blog and found our stomachs hurting after a while from so much laughing. I've also been listening to the White Stripes' older cd - De Stijl - and it's quite good. Better than - White Blood Cells -. The reason why i like The White Stripes so much is because it's just a breath of fresh air to know that good music can be made with 2 simple instruments: a guitar and a 5 piece drum kit. It proves that you don't need, a rapper, a screamer, a singer, a precussionist, a turntablist, a bassist, 2 guitarists, and a SHITLOAD of mixers to make a good sound. Anyway, today i woke up to this phone call, and since i was registring today for college and not yesterday, by some od 7:00am logic i thought it would have been Dad or Jane reminding me to get up. I pick up the phone to this rude couchfucker who says "what is this a 3 way conversation? I wanted Jane!"(apparently jane also picked up and said hello a few times). So i said,"Ok, hold on," and hung up on the dumbshit who called a house at 7:00 in the morning. I hate peple who dish out unwarrented rudeness. They should go to hell. I registered and got all the classes i needed. I worked for my dad and made for lifting a wrought-iron gate, and worked for my sister. Working for amber isn;t so bad, except when you have to hear about her european boyfriend inceassantly, and listen to her oogle about the English culture and idioms, and get blasted with CDs of shitty Italian musical equivelants to Michael Bolton/Neil Diamond/Sting/Phil Collins all rolled into one while scrubbing the grout off of the walls of her bathroom that's permeated by the stench of week old urine thanks to the plumbing problems. (was that a sentence?) But hey, i made 40 bucks, and found a half smoked roach under her couch while dusting, so it all worked out! After that, i discovered it was Janes birthday cause i'm a fucker and forgot about it(almost). So i went to sav-on drugs to get her a card and a balloon only to find that they won't take my checks cause they're fuckers and need my address printed on the check. So, i went with Sara to get Chor's (again, het they have good egg-noodles) and then we got coffee at The Bean, and watched pepole do crane dances in the Karate Dojo down the street while we drank our coffee. All the while, i forgot about Janes birthday again, cause i'm a fucker, and then we went vons to get some shaving cream and some flowers for her.(the shaving cream was for me). Then we came home and i placed Janes flowers in the nick of time before they returned home. Nathan saves his hide once again. This leaves me here, tweaking the page and getting cramped hand from typing too fast. So, off to play the Gamecube! Bye.
Ps. I got a matchbox with the altoid lady on it, thus prompting the title. she's a hottie. Brown hairm blue eyes, light skin, all my type of gal. An she's wearing a sexy devil costume to boot! :P
PPs. Tard Blog
Brushfire Fairytales
Tuesday, July 8, 2003
02:23 a.m.
Ah yes. Well, andrew and amelia came and picked me up shortly after i resolved things with sara, thank goodness. We went down to this little 'cafe' in North Hollywood called The Bougerois Pig (or whatever, French is the ugliest language known to man). i realized something as soon as i walked in there: I hate these places. It was this swank little coffee shop that was insanely atmospheric. I never really like going to coffee shops for a number of peculiar reasons. First of all I hate those coffe shop bums with their apple computers who do nothing but hang out there all afternoon, cause they have nothing better to do. You walk in there and they look at you like,"Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing walking into my coffee shop?" you know, those people like *Wavin Daswell. Or like, you see those people studying and it's all like"Ooh, look at me i'm intellectual. I'm a writer." I fucking hate that. A public place like a coffee shop is no way such a place for a writer or a person who needs to study. They're way too loud, compact, trafficed and well... trendy. It's like god dammit! Get your fucking Coffee and get out! Jesus i hate that shit. Poeple go there just to look with it and cool and all that bullhsit. It feels like one big fucking cliche. But i actually had a good time. there was this neat little room that was al dark and stuff. We joked around and i forgot about all those trendy fuckers at the cramped, uncomfortable, retro stained tables and furniture. I was getting really tired and kinda sleepy (and probably started to act really strange) so i suggested that we go to the car. we did and came back up to my place, and then took a nice little night walk/mini adventure down to the ruins of the convalesent home(sp). We came back, they left, i tweaked the page, unwound and now i'm gonna hit the sack! Bye.
*Name has been changed.
Wake up, smell the coffee, vomit. Repeat as needed.
Monday, July 7, 2003
10:17 p.m.
wow. today: Slept in til Hans called to wake me up. and then i forked over the dough to my dad so that I CAN DRIVE MY OWN CAR AGAIN!!! Dad and i put the battery in, and i drove over to Hans' and jammed for a bit. He walked me through the entire score of eric whitacre's opera electronica, which was . . . gripping. Eric Whitacre is gonna be one of those composers to me in the future who is like Brad was to me in high school. Overrated, everyone thinks he's fabulous when he just sits on the piano keys, writes it down, and gets mad props. Oh, and women fall all over him too. I mean, some of his songs have great appeal to me, but not the super dissonant ones. Which encompasses most of his works. Anyone can write dissonant chords, but it takes a true artist to compose something that is harmonious, provocative, and has a strong flow. The former and latter of which Eric's pieces seem to lack. Man, i hate all this 20th century chorale bullshit. Anyway, enpough of that. Hans and I met with andrew, and we went to hollywod for Jack in the Box and Amoeba Music. I picked up one of the older White Stripes CDs, while andrew and Hans gave me hell for not buying Siamese Dream. Oh well. I'll get it eentually. then we wento to the car wash, and got the demon killer all clean (YES) put a quart of oil in it, and munched on free pretzels. Then we went to this new ice cream shop in old town, where i made comments as i usually would and Hans and Andrew i think are convinced that i'm racist. Whatever, i dont even care. Racism is retarded. I dont care what color your skin is. If you have a cultural mindset thats fucking stupid and ignorant, i will hate you regardless. Moving ever so swiftly forward, i took Hans Home cause he wasn't feeling well and found out that Jason is hanginf out with him. Jason if you're reading this, call me you freaking beaner. ;) I love jason and haven't seen himiun a long time. he was like a brother to me in a lot of ways. I like him a lot and miss him dearly. Then i came home, had dinner, got in this nasty retarded fight with sara over a conversation that we've had 50,000 times. i'm very tired of this, so i decided to just fuck it all. We'll see where we end up tomorrow. Anyway, off to tweak the page! bye.
Lyric
Monday, July 7, 2003
01:00 a.m.
Wake, from your sleep
and dry upall your tears
today, we escape
we escape
Pack, and get dressed
before your father hears us
Before, all hell
Breaks loose
-Radiohead
Burn, baby, burn
Sunday, July 6, 2003
10:47 p.m.
Today was bad, then good then okay, then great. Slep til about 12, called Jen, got burned (not to my suprise), then my sis called and invited me to the beach. beachness was good. Got a little burnt but it was great making fun of people at the beach. My sister and I were laughing hysterically because there was this guy about 15 feet away from us who was rubbing suntan oil on this girls ass. Which was a little weird in itself. But what was ever stranger was that he kept doing it. . . for 15 minutes. . . on the same ass cheek. . . and he was like 40 years old. It was funny. Then on the way home sis and I were rockin out to Sublime while shooting up the 110. Good times. Then i showered, called sara, pondered in anticipation over the new Eve6 album, and went to good ole Taco Bell.
Went to Andrews where we watched Buffy, then Hans and Kira came over and we're having good times! Anyway, back to the buff! Bye.
Access Denied
Saturday, July 5, 2003
11:54 p.m.
Ouch. Got jacked at the gig, and my voice was acting like a shit bag cause it's so outta shape. Got shorted 5 buck on the payroll for that job too, but i dont really care cause they fed us and all. It was really strange: I was the first one to show up, and so there i was this white, TALL blonde kid among all these short armenians. They were all gabbing and kissing in armenian, and then Haig's dad goes "Who's this" and i go,"uh, im singing tonight," and he's like "Oh," and walk away. Talk about feeling out of place. We sang, and left, went to my moms to see if scott could hang, but in no way to my suprise his mom invented a reason why i couldn't be over. Oh well. So then i spent some time tweaking the page a bit. I'm really beginning to like this HTML stuff. Kinda cool. anyway, nap time. Piece!
New
Saturday, July 5, 2003
03:46 p.m.
i'm journaling it. Yes. I hope i dont get too lazy with this, as these can be very informative methods of spreading newsm as well as rumors. so, here i go:
Got new shoes today. Chucks from sport chalet. I saw Randy there, and he said it was his last day. I'm hanging out with Sara right now too, she's playing my "Pocket Friend" as she calls it (my GBA), and that could sound wrong so i just want to clarify: She's playing videogames. Moving into tghe rest of the evening to come, i hvave a Barbershop gig tonight. Our first gig of the summer, and we're each getting paid . I'm sorta excited. And scott said he might wanna hang out afterwards. i haven't chilled with scott in a long time. I miss the time we used to share. Anyway im off to tweak this page now. Bye!
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