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Saturday, August 31, 2002
10:30 a.m.
""I'm down for whatever""
Man, school is anticlimatic and yet the center of my entire day. Classes are not nearly as bad as I had been under the impression of. AP American History is actually quite fun in class. It seems like most of the time we discuss, debate, and interpret the previous night's chapter and related readings. Although it is a larger portion of homework than most classes, it really isn't *that* bad, and for about half the time, there are weekends to split up the effort into smaller chunks.
*Gasp* What is this? I am being organized this year?!?! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Laura is using day planners, notebooks, binders, and dividers, what a shock! I really want this year to be the most exciting it can be, even if it is the hardest year of high school. I have awesome friends there to keep me company, so I await all the adventures to come.
Like last night. A whole lot of people were at the Gaslighter, and I have to say... I was pleasantly suprised. I got to talk to some people I hadn't in a while, and everyone was having a good time, I guess. It was great. Even Denny's was great despite the uncooked frech fries. tsk tsk. And I got to see The Velvet Teen and Olympic Year again! The Velevet Teen is so well-rounded. I mean, you just get that vibe when you watch them. They aren't tryin to *be* anything, they're just sort of there. So, I think a lot of people overlook them, but after a few seconds of a song, maybe they'll turn back around and decide to stay in the theater.
I don't know, anyway. I talk to Tomm a whole fucking lot now. Like, everyday, which is really nice, but I can't help but wonder if he just does it because I'm always IMing him or if he really does enjoy conversing with me. Hmm. Oh well, gotta go for a bear claw.
-Laura.
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Monday, August 26, 2002
02:27 p.m.
""I ran over a snail with the lawnmower""
And I put things into perspective, realizing that, I wouldn't want some hurricane to suck up my house, of course. So I went to find him, but found that he was, not so suprisingly, murdered by my trecherous hands.
So my dad and brother left for San Diego a few minutes ago. I'm already feeling pretty bored. Mom stays at work for most of the day, leaving me at home to wash the dishes and utilize Mr. Clean and Clorox to my adcantage.
On a superficial level, I bought some nifty blue sunglasses that would look better without the colored tint on the lenses, but anyway... And part of the reason The Great Mall is the only mall I actually like is because they have Mojo's which is this cool little store that distributes really awesome stuff. They used to have Yum Pop but I went back and there wasn't any. But they have all the Paul Frank stuff that you can't get at Nordstrom's and Pacific Sunwear. Plus a bunch of original, though expensive, bottom pieces. I love that store, but I would love it more if it wasn't quite so pricey. Oh, and Maggie, I finally saw those Paul Frank slides by Vans! They're adorable! I wish they made them with the character Scurvy though. He's my favorite little guy.
Anyway, out of material pursuit, I went to see The Stereo, The K.G.B., and Tickertape Parade last night. Tickertape Parade was pretty neat, the Stereo, I don't think a lot of people dug them, but I did. I totally did. Actually, I think I would've liked it more if it hadn't been so hot in there. But they played well, and had Mel from Luckie Strike guest on two of their songs. Hehe, kinda interesting, I suppose. The K.G.B., uh, well, that was interesting. Never have I seen so many prepubescent tank top-sporting girls in one place thriving after a shirtless singer. Oh wait, that happens all the time. They were quite... typical, no offense. Songs about sex, chicks, pot, and not even in an interesting way. Just like, "And we went back to her place, and she said, Baby you look so hot, oh yeah" Just, not very impressive is all I'm saying. But, such is music, sometimes.
-Laura.
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Monday, August 26, 2002
10:53 a.m.
""Universal College Dictionary. Webster's""
What fashionable underground band/style are you?
this quiz was made by the sunni bunni bear
Oh. Okay.
-Laura.
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Saturday, August 24, 2002
12:31 p.m.
""Don't Push Love Away""
Wow, ever since registration, I have been going out with friends every night. Which is fun, I won't deny, but I am beginning to become quite tired. And I still have to read The Age of Innocence and a remaining portoin of The Sun Also Rises. Damn Edith Wharton, why couldn't you write more ...graspingly!
My classes are actually quite agreeable. Except for the fact that I have the easiest classes on one day, I suppose they are balanced out pretty well. And I actually have class with Maggie for once! Yay! I *think* I have Chemistry with Jessie, but I realize I could be wrong. Bah, I want to have science with friends this year, but, oh well, no big deal. My schedule basically goes like this:
AP American History - this is with a billion of kids I like, and hate, also.
Crafts & 3D Design 1 - I don't know anyone in this (yet)
English 3 Honors -Maggie, Ryan, Jason, Carlie? I forget
Chemistry - I still don't know who's in this
Spanish 4 - YES!! Bryan, Laura, and Jason decided to take it!
Trig & Pre-Calculus - Maggie, Jason, Carlie. I
SO, it looks like, I'm pretty much good to go. In other news, we've been playing a lot of Uno and random card games, listening to shitty music to make fun of it, and watching Degrassi, that really bad Nickelodeon show about how Middle School supposedly is. They actually had this girl get her period for the first time, and she was in front of the class and says, "Actually, for your information, I just got my period for the very first time. You know, over half the population goes through menstruation cycle, okay?" Or something like that. And, somehow, this guy is turned on. Huh. Okay...
And;... I am attempting to go to The Outhouse tomorrow to see The Stereo. (Go Fueled By Ramen! ha.) Anyway, if anyone wishes to go, please do, and maybe I'll see you there.
-Laura.
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Wednesday, August 21, 2002
12:15 a.m.
""Would I lie about that which I am Scared?""
So tomorrow is registration. I have to admit... I can't really stifle my excitement, you know. sounds like a jolly good time. Well, I mean, the social part; seeing everyone you missed for more than two months. It is quite nice, indeed. All I can hope for is good classes that I actually signed up for with quality people who don't ask if works of literature (yeah, I am trying not to get too specific here) go through Congress. I cross my fingers.
-Laura.
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Monday, August 19, 2002
11:24 p.m.
""Crystal! Geyser!""
Swollen Toe; Swollen Toe
I hate you, O, swollen Toe
How I wish that you would go
At the moment, you're my foe
Actually, I'm lying, yo.
Cuz I do not have a swollen toe.
-Laura.
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Monday, August 19, 2002
12:17 a.m.
""Oh sista, I am whipped!""
I think I am addicted. To Diet Coke. No, for reals, man...
I don't think i could live without it. I get cravings for it. When it isn't around, I lick my lips in the anticipation of having it bubble down the old esophogus. In fact, I think I will get some now...
-Laura.
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Sunday, August 18, 2002
11:17 p.m.
""Like An Angel""
Today's plans got totally and completely screwed up. I won't even go into all the may angles at which they were fucked. But I will say one thing- I did have fun!
-Laura.
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Sunday, August 18, 2002
12:34 p.m.
""The Grapes of Wrath... Muahahaha""
I know I said I would write more about Friday's show, but there are other things on my mind now.
I do love my friends, I do. I wouldn't have transfered schools if I didn't, of course. So, given, I know them well. And when they act out of character, I have to remind myself that they aren't always so ignorant.
I realize it is a sort of human instinct to rely on the eyes to see everything, but being judgemental "to the extreme" is probably one of my biggest pet peeves. It's one thing to say, "That chick has some off the wall style!" and another to point and go, "Oh, geez! Those are some ugly ass pants! You would have to be a blind retarded faggot to wear some shit like that! HAH! She thinks she's a punker! Well, I *know* punks, and she is NOT it." I mean, who is to say "what" someone is? That is none of your diction in the least. Shove off, okay!?!?
-Laura.
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Saturday, August 17, 2002
01:07 a.m.
""Some Bad lyrics from Box car racer""
I have had the most random day ever. Completely out of the blue; it was.
First of all, I had planned to go to Stop, Drop and Rock tonight with a bunch of people. I found out Maggie and Jenny were going to see The Juliana Theory though, so that narrowed the "playing field", if you will. Being a bit bored, I decided to walk to the park to read The Sun Also Rises in peace.
I read the entire way there, and sat under a tree when I heard some random yelling and look up, and lo and behold, there is Tomm and his friends Jon and Pat. Which basically leads to sitting in their friend Brian's garage watcing them piece together a bike and stuff. Which really was entertaining, but I mean, me being the only girl with five guys felt a little out of place. Plus, I felt like I was totally intruding on their space. God, I hate being shy. So many times I felt like cracking a joke or commenting on how much like our friends they were, but i didn't for fear of confused expressions on their faces. So that passed and I felt bad for making Tomm upset. He got all emo on me. haha.
So, I went to the show with Jessie and her friend john from church. He is quite a hoot. Oh, the laughs wouldn't stop. The show was absolute GOLD! I wanted to buy The Huxtable cd, but didn't have money. .... Ah, it was wonderful. But I am entirely tired, so I will write more about this tomorrow. Or later today, rather.
-Laura.
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Friday, August 16, 2002
12:56 a.m.
""Oh help. I have Shakira stuck in my head.""
Objection, I don't want to be the acception. To get a bit of your affection. ... uh, Next to her cheap silicone I look minimal.
And that's all I know. Heh. What a filled day I had. Between meeting Tomm and Valerie at the park, and being groped by little Jenny, to jumping in Jessie's pool and taking forty-five minutes to cook macaroni, I had a great day. What fun. And tomorrow is Stop, Drop and Rock at the Gaslighter. Fun, fun.
I know I want to go tomorrow, and I think there's a possibility of Maggie, Jessie, Valerie, Tomm, Pat, Marisa, Jenny, and Danicka are going also. That's a lot of people, don't you know? Ha. But I doubt it will turn out quite so well. Saturday, well, The Mr. T Experience sounds like fun, but... hmm... I would like to go on Sunday still. Two out of four isn't too bad, is it?
-Laura.
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Thursday, August 15, 2002
12:10 a.m.
""Who is this?!?!? Yo MOMMA!""
I hate it when you get random phone calls at midnight, and, because you don't want your parents to wae up due to the phone ringing, you answer is right after the first ring, only for the other end to be a dialtone. *raises fist* Damn taxodermists. Not that that has anything to do with this.
-Laura.
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Wednesday, August 14, 2002
02:15 p.m.
""You only get one taste, and for this gift we are graced""
You know, required courses considered, Senior year could be one of two things. Very few classes, though AP. Or many classes, though basic and easily passable. Empty elective credits are easy to fill, but we have such a shitty selection at Branham. It's all typical art, computers, music, or ... ? We have no specific classes that are special. Our drama departement may be strong, but that completely doesn't interest me. Blah, so much for freedom of choice.
-Laura.
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Tuesday, August 13, 2002
11:59 a.m.
""I hate being so lonesome""
During the "meaty portion" of the day, I am at home by myslef. Which is alright, usually, but it isn't the most comforting thought when 50 police cars line up by the school near your house and you get a call to lock your doors and windows. Aww hell, now I gotta wait around awhile more, for everyone to get home so we can celebrate my brother's birthday.
Twenty years... I can never imagine him being so old. It used to be so easy to find a unique gift for him; something he didn't need, but something for entertainment, because Mom and Dad never purchase anything "extravagant" like that. But this year, I had a really hard time. In the end, I got him the Quarashi CD, and The Flaming Lips. I don't even know if he likes the latter; but I honestly didn't know what to get him. Ok, truthfully, I picked up a used Sublime cd, later to find out it was Live, edited, and broken. I need to pay more attention to details.
-Laura.
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Tuesday, August 13, 2002
12:34 a.m.
""Polygon What""
Being deprived of my middle school friends freshman year, then being back with them sophomore year left me forgetting about everyone else. Neglecting the fact that, well, there are other people in this world. So, I've been trying to keep in touch with people, meet new faces, and not be so quick to dismiss. It's great to hang out with people who can introduce a new way to experience joy to you.
Grand.
-Laura.
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Monday, August 12, 2002
11:50 a.m.
""Can you say "fucktard?"""
I'm such an idiot! I stayed up until three a.m. with Tomm and his friends in a chat room, which was ll fun and games... Until Aim kicked me off for good and wouldn't let me back in. So I went to sleep... AND MISSED THE METEOR SHOWER! NOOOOooooo... Damn me.
-Laura.
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Sunday, August 11, 2002
10:48 a.m.
""A Very Weezer Night""
I know, I know, ultimate corny title. But that's really what struck me when I thought back to, oh... ten hours ago? At first, I was somewhat worried we would arrive late, but we walked in just in the middle of Sparta's set. The truth is, it's hard to say anything like "you could tell how much effort they put into it" or "they all had so much energy" because from our stakeout on the lawn, you culdn't really catch many details. But that doesn't matter; they played well, and I thouroughly enjoyed it. I really like 'um...
So then there's Dashboard Confessional. I must admit they really aren't bad as a band, and they play to the crowd as much as anybody else, but that singing still shocks a nerve on some notes. But, again, that doesn't make them unworthy; and that doesn't mean they don't deserve respect. Some of the people I was with left for almost their entire set. In addition, it's not the easiest thing to occupy a five-person spot with two people. But that's okay; it didn't take away the rest of the night's entertainment.
Lastly, Weezer came on, so we stood and moved close to the railing. It truly was great; an hour and a half of songs; great songs though it seemed so short. And the setlist was just awesome, too. I don't think I personally could've asked for anything else, really. There was this backdrop with the "W" hand thing on it, with all these circualar lighting arrangements. Of course later, they brought out the lighted one, and everyone went crazy. Besides, Rivers shared a bunch of strange comments with us that I'm sure will become common catch phrases, such as the multi-purpose "Fork You" (though a lot of people say that) and the security guy gave us some fodder for a song that goes like, "No rolling down the hill! Time to go home!"
The way back we were all hyper, and with four people smooshed in the back seat, it was kinda strange. When we had driven there, we were basically playing Weezer kinda loud so everyone could hear, and once we got out some guy said, 'Hey! It's the girls!" So on the way back, we did something similar with The Beach Boys, though not to the same effect. We also stole an orange Concord (a.k.a. Chronicle) Pavillion cone which was uncomfortably sored beneath Maggie and my feet. We also cheered another guy who took a really fat orange marker with the rubber hexagon on the bottom, and the other guys who stuck a yellow marker out the window, but got spotted by the traffic directors... Though I tend to feel out of place; times like these, because I just don't sing along. They all do, which is fine, but it doesn't really do anything for me to sing, so I don't. At least, not in front of people. It just made me feel weird that everyone assumed because I didn't sing along I wasn't enjoying it/ was completely clueless, etc. But nevertheless, it really was great though. I was just totally dishevled when I got home though. But euphoric, still euphoric. ~~~=D
-Laura.
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Thursday, August 8, 2002
03:13 p.m.
""Snogging""
I could have quite literally snogged until the cows came home. And when they came home I would have shouted, "What have you come home for? Can't you see I'm snogging, you stupid herbivores?"
In case you don't know, snogging is britainish for kissing. *MUAH* HAHAHA.
-Laura.
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Wednesday, August 7, 2002
11:43 p.m.
""Sdikrap""
Houge Park can be quite entertaining when it wants to be. After holding hang-glide competitions measuring who coould go back and forth the most, the bunch of us sat around to converse, as always. All of a sudden this bunch of young boys hanging on the swings yells, "Hey yous! You're tall, get over here and pull this swing down!!" Apparently, they were tossing the swings around the arm in order to create new and improved ones hanging 3 feet off the ground. Novel idea it is not. So after Jason attempts and fails miserably, and Ryan refuses to acknowledge these youngun's yelps, barely cutting it 5'3" (or 4"?) or me walks over there. And I proceed to whack the drooping metal-link-sides with a metal stick from Jason's car. Sure, I had to do it five or six times, but I did get a "Hey Thanks, Lady!!" from them later. Although what dirty mouthes they have; cursing without a cause. (Okay so I do that, too...) But, when we were walking away to sit in a shade patch, they once again said thank you, right at the moment Kim was reminding me of all the 5th grade humor including "Lake Titicaca" and "Uranus." So, completely on accident, after listening intently to her, I reply to their thank you with "Uranus" quickly followed by "You're welcome!! I meant to say You're welcome!!" Naturally I wasn't met to kindly. My Oopsy daisy.
-Laura.
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Wednesday, August 7, 2002
09:50 p.m.
""Rollercoaster of Love""
Well, well, Weezer is on Saturday! Woop; woop! And Sparta! Yes, I am quite the ectsatic young child, er, girl, giddily awaiting the concert. i.e. jumping up and down and off the walls and on everyhting inbetween. And listening to other music to suffice in the meantime.
-Laura.
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Tuesday, August 6, 2002
10:40 a.m.
""I don't know""
I guess I never have much of a purpose here. Though it helps me through therapy, yes?
It really nags me how my parents get about going to shows and concerts. So inconsistent. I have noticed that, when it's at the Gaslighter or the Outhouse, they don't seem to mind. Although, now that the Cactus Club is gone, other nightclubs are beginning to step in and take their load of shows. Maybe this will work to my advantage? With salsa-clubbing parents myself, I find it unfair that they go to these places but don't allow me to sometimes. I would understand if they gave me a reason, at least like, "it's the bad side of town, you won't be able to defend yourself." To which I can rebute, "I can defend my sober self better than most drunkards, and my senses will be more acute because I didn't take drinks! And I hang out with a group of other people, also keeping an eye out to be safe, too. It't not like I want to get raped..."
And the truth is, I don't mind that they keep me home. To be quite very honest, most kids my age don't *go* out like this in the first place. A lot of parents, and I mean like, 75% here, don't allow their kids to go to smaller type venues because of the, er, unsuitable environment. And well, so be it. That's why I accept this, I just don't lke them being "right" if you know what I mean. Typical rebellious teenager? Probably.
The part that becomes fuzzy is when all the folks who do regularly go to these venues don't understand why my parents sometimes aren't cool with it. I mean, put into perspective, their parents a) probably don't know they are there or b) have given up on their kids and don't give a flying fuck what they do anymore. My parents have a great relationship with me, and although they revoke certain privileges, you gotta look at the big picture. In ten years am I going to be this upset I didn't see a few local bands I've already seen 5 times apiece? Probably not. Or, in ten years am I going to be prouder than a pistol that I *did* go? No, I wouldn't.
So there is a difference, small show or concert, but, if a band is dedicated and they don't break up, there is a good chance they'll come back again. Perhaphs in a more expensive venue with about one hundred more people? Probably... but by then, maybe I'll be able to drive; maybe this all won't be such a big deal at all.
It is really cheap how it all works out though. People pretend to care about eachother just to ask for a ride. Fucking lame. I'm not saying I haven't done so, I'm saying it's a sorry task, and the fact that all this lying occurs from the ones who supposedly "never lie" or the ones who consider you their little experiment is the worst.
What's worse is when your friends don't understand why your parents made their decision. Then they try to place their parents' morals on yours to make sense of it and get this completely wrong idea. Like, the reason I can't go to shows on schoolnights is not because of my grades. That's what my parents told me, but that's not what they meant. I just have to do all my work and not skip out on assignments. And I *do* my work. Except for one lab report that I wasn't going to do and ended up turning in late, I didn't skip out on anything. Everyone thinks so, but they wouldn't know. My grades were perfect the semester of late, when you take into account P.E. is not part of academic G.P.A. and the fact that the Spanish teacher graded four out of six of us inaccurately. I kicked ass in all the real classes, is all I'm saying. And my Star testing bullshit results where perfect or close, excluding the Social Science test with all the shit no one ever taught us about Africa's cotton yields. I am not telling anyone this to brag, but to simply show my academic standings are fine. I prefer to spend less time memorizing mathematical formulas I will never use and more on making myself secure and well-rounded through artistry.
I think my parents know this. They support me full-on. And, who knows... maybe this year shows won't be such a big deal for them? Looks like I got carried away and my topic swerved away from what I started with. But at this conclusion to this little rant, I can say this:
I'm really quite fine with what they decide, despite the initial contempt I may express. In a retarded metaphor, a king could acquire many pieces of gold, but it wouldn't matter because it can't substitute for other things to make him content, long term. I love going to see bands perform, I really do, but there are other things let's not forget.
-Laura.
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Monday, August 5, 2002
11:34 p.m.
""Once you Look Away""
Ironic how the people who add seasoning to your filet-o-life lie dormant for a while, and then release a departure statement without an itinerary. So, at this point of dormancy, one would assume they would not return, but lo and behold there they pop up on your doorstep with a sleeping bag, starter log, and an acoustic. Freaky.
-Laura.
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Sunday, August 4, 2002
11:15 p.m.
""I hate Driving, blah""
But for now it doesn't matter. For now I hate the incessant crickets persisting my ears. But there are a many other things I love much more, one of those being let down because you didn't do anything with your friends but finally getting together with them within the last two hours of your weekend, blah.
-Laura.
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Sunday, August 4, 2002
01:59 p.m.
""Gotta Get Away from the One-Eyed Monkey! Get Away! Get Away!""
I dyed my hair again. Raspberry Beret. But it's totally fucking bright. Like, it wouldn't hurt to wash out some of the color for a more subdued look, really. So much for, "Well my hair is brown, so, it'll only really tint it." Jesus I could match well with that similarly colored Saturn mid-sized sedan. Eee... I'm not so sure about this.
-Laura.
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Sunday, August 4, 2002
12:25 a.m.
""Hmm""
Okay, something is fucking tripped up with this. I reorganized my archives, right, and put them in the column at left, and somehow, it blocked out my July archives and the Links title. Fucking wank. I am far too tired to fiddle around here, so forget about that. Pleh.
-Laura.
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Thursday, August 1, 2002
11:52 p.m.
""Holy Shit""
They're (Fox and FUNimation) making a live-action Dragonball Z movie. Oh Lord, wasn't there a weak effort to do this with Sailormoon? This is an extremely whack idea. I mean, this is gonna be damn strange to watch a bunch of white mothers spike their hair one foot or two upwards, wear a buncha raggedy robes and float around until pestered to bust out some computer generated ball of light. But then, I guess that's an extremely generalized Star Wars, right there. All I cna say is whoa, this should be seriously funky. I'm sorry, but you just know they're gonna fuck it up. There are very few english-speaking actors worthy of impersonating a japanese super saiyan, I just don't know what to make of this, mostly becuase it is no where near in the making, I don't even think they've chosed actors. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure a lot of actors would be embarrassed to do this. Oh well, let's see who they come up with, eh?
-Laura.
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Thursday, August 1, 2002
03:52 p.m.
""Bust out The Funky Rabbits""
Glassjaw ... is extremely groovable and emotionally extraneous on me. And I love, love, love it. I don't know if I will ever switch to a none-g-jaw playist ever again. (Kidding) Although, seriosuly, this new album has got me doing cartwheels and screaming lyrics when no one is around to make fun of me. Radio Cambodia, Two Tabs of Mescaline, and... Must've Run All Day seem to be today's favorites. Suprising, seeing as though Ape Dos Mil was what got me initially latched to it. Muahahaha. Maggie and I, yesterday, were out in front of her house after watching the webcast from CBGB's without visual, mind you. So there we were watching the stars, quoting Glassjaw, and making horrible floor dance routines all based around "I wish, I wish, I wish." Wow, sure brought back the good ol' days. Haven't done that in a while. Oh, happy dagger...
-Laura.
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