I started listening to Rock Against Bush vol. 2 the other day. I purchased the two compact disks over the summer, but I have not listened to this one up until now. It seems to be better than the first one thus far. I've been listening to the Flogging Molly, Lagwagon, The Unseen and Yellowcard songs a lot.
I've been a pretty big fan of Lagwagon off and on over the past five or six years. I tend to get confused on how much I love them. Zach Attack tends to not like a lot of their stuff, and I forget that he is wrong when I don't listen to them for a while. They really are pretty good, though. You see, they just have some kind of simplicity to their music. I love them.
"Violins" is a beautiful song. I later decided to take some lyrics from "Violins" to make an away message on the AOL Instant Messenger. I did my little search, and found a page with the lyrics. This is what I saw under the song title: [Originally by Lagwagon].
......
It killed me.
I became very, very emotional.
I had no idea it was a Lagwagon song.
Holy freaking shit.
I just downloaded the Lagwagon version.
Just give me a minute...
Wow.
I am very emotional right now. I am on my period, and this is just way too much for me to handle. I wish I had someone here to bury my face in while I cry. I'll just have to use my pillow.
Shower.
English paper.
GO!
Thursday, September 22, 2005
You Think We Could Jump Across this Brooke? No? Let's Just Go Back and Play in the Sandbox, Then.
Rougher Draft (Don't read this one. Read the complete version down below.)
Many, many years ago, my father gave birth to a beautiful little girl. Her name was Brooke. She was a large baby, weighing in at 18 pounds. She had a baby sister a short time later, but that was just something no one cared about. What everyone cared about was the next installment to the family: me. As we grew up, my sister and I formed a friendship no one could touch. Over the years, I have gotten myself stuck in many great predicaments, finding I can trust my older sister with anything.
The earliest memory I have of my sister helping me out of a tight situation is when I was about seven. The kid next door, Sean Hudson, had a skateboard. I was enthralled by the awesomeness of the contraption. Sean was about my age, so we would play tag sometimes. Every once in a great while, Sean would get out his skateboard. We would take it out front and ride it up and down the sidewalk. Neither of us really knew how to use a skateboard, but we could ride along well enough on our knees. My parents did not approve of me riding on a skateboard. Mother had warned against it. She promised trouble for me if I were to disobey. I disobeyed all the time without consequence, until I fell off and cracked my head open.
The first person I came across was my sister (the real one), and she was well aware of my mom’s stance on what I had been doing. She told my mom she had seen me trip and fall while running back to the house. My mom totally fell for it. I went to the hospital and got some stitches. That was the end of it.
One thing I totally hate and can not stand, is drug use. I can handle being around alcohol, but that is where I draw the line. When I got a little older, some of the kids in my clickety-click started drinking alcohol. I must have been about twelve. I even tried it a few times, and I would rely on my sister to help me lie to my parents about where I was and what I was doing. By the time my friends started using meth, my sister could drive and had a car. I could rely on her to pick me up and take me home if I felt uncomfortable with my surroundings. My parents would have freaked out if they knew I had been hanging out with people who were using such drugs. I would never have been able to call them for help.
Once I was in high school, I began having relationships with girls. My sister was in college at this point, but I could still call her and ask for advice. I had no difficulty in telling her about any problems I was having. I was scared to death of what I would need to do if something were to come prematurely, like the end of the world. If Tom Cruise had been my dad, this probably would not have worried me. The problem was, Tom Cruise was not my dad. My dad was much taller than Tom Cruise. A lot of girls are turned off by short men, but I think Tom Cruise is a total hottie. Some girls think other girls are hot. My sister, however, liked boys, just like me. That worked out wonderfully, because she knew exactly how to help me. I didn’t have to worry about her going to my parents, and telling them my situation. My parents already hated me enough the way it was. I knew my sister would love me no matter what. She was a little upset when I first told her about my homosexual fantasies, but she was very supportive all the way up to the point when I changed my mind.
Sisters are a great thing to have, and I would recommend everyone get one right now. They will definitely save you a heaping nipple of trouble. And when I say sister, I mean friend, because people need to have someone to fall back on when they need a helping hand. Without that sort of friendship, it can be easy to lose your way.
Ultimate Final Draft
Many, many years ago, my father gave birth to a beautiful little girl. Her name was Brooke. She was a large baby, weighing in at eight pounds eleven ounces. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She is now of normal height and is not too fat. She smells like flowers and is never too busy to have some ice cream with her little brother. She can, at times, be judgmental, but she is never really too hard on folks about it. As we grew up, my sister and I formed a friendship no one could touch. Over the years, I have gotten myself stuck in many great predicaments, finding I can trust my older sister with anything.
The earliest memory I have of my sister helping me out of a tight situation is when I was about seven. The kid next door, Sean Hudson, had a skateboard. I was enthralled by the awesomeness of the contraption. Sean was about my age, so we would play tag sometimes. Every once in a great while, Sean would get out his skateboard. We would take it out front and ride it up and down the sidewalk. Neither of us really knew how to use a skateboard, but we could ride along well enough on our knees. My parents did not approve of me riding on a skateboard. Mother had warned against it. She promised trouble for me if I were to disobey. I disobeyed all the time without consequence, until I fell off and cracked my head open.
The first person I came across was my sister (the real one), and she was well aware of my mom’s stance on what I had been doing. She told my mom she had seen me trip and fall while running back to the house. My mom totally fell for it. I went to the hospital and got some stitches. That was the end of it.
One thing I totally hate and can not stand is drug use. I can handle being around alcohol, but that is where I draw the line. When I got a little older, some of the kids in my clickety-click started drinking alcohol. I must have been about twelve. I even tried it a few times, and I would rely on my sister to help me lie to my parents about where I was and what I was doing. By the time my friends started using meth, my sister could drive and had a car. I could rely on her to pick me up and take me home if I felt uncomfortable with my surroundings. My parents would have freaked out if they knew I had been hanging out with people who were using such drugs. I would never have been able to call them for help.
Once I was in high school, I began having relationships with girls. My sister was in college at this point, but I could still call her and ask for advice. I had no difficulty in telling her about any problems I was having. I was scared to death of what I would need to do if something were to come prematurely, like the end of the world. If Tom Cruise had been my dad, this probably would not have worried me. The problem was, Tom Cruise was not my dad. My dad was much taller than Tom Cruise. A lot of girls are turned off by short men, but I think Tom Cruise is a total hottie. Some girls think other girls are hot. My sister, however, liked boys, just like me. That worked out wonderfully, because she knew exactly how to help me. I didn’t have to worry about her going to my parents, and telling them my situation. My parents already hated me enough the way it was. I knew my sister would love me no matter what. She was a little upset when I first told her about my homosexual fantasies, but she was very supportive all the way up to the point when I changed my mind.
Sisters are a great thing to have, and I would recommend everyone get one right now. They will definitely save you a heaping nipple of trouble. And when I say sister, I mean friend, because people need to have someone to fall back on when they need a helping hand. Without that sort of friendship, it can be easy to lose your way. I have no idea where I would be or what I would be doing today if not for Brooke. If I had to guess, I would say that I would probably be dead.
B-
Many, many years ago, my father gave birth to a beautiful little girl. Her name was Brooke. She was a large baby, weighing in at 18 pounds. She had a baby sister a short time later, but that was just something no one cared about. What everyone cared about was the next installment to the family: me. As we grew up, my sister and I formed a friendship no one could touch. Over the years, I have gotten myself stuck in many great predicaments, finding I can trust my older sister with anything.
The earliest memory I have of my sister helping me out of a tight situation is when I was about seven. The kid next door, Sean Hudson, had a skateboard. I was enthralled by the awesomeness of the contraption. Sean was about my age, so we would play tag sometimes. Every once in a great while, Sean would get out his skateboard. We would take it out front and ride it up and down the sidewalk. Neither of us really knew how to use a skateboard, but we could ride along well enough on our knees. My parents did not approve of me riding on a skateboard. Mother had warned against it. She promised trouble for me if I were to disobey. I disobeyed all the time without consequence, until I fell off and cracked my head open.
The first person I came across was my sister (the real one), and she was well aware of my mom’s stance on what I had been doing. She told my mom she had seen me trip and fall while running back to the house. My mom totally fell for it. I went to the hospital and got some stitches. That was the end of it.
One thing I totally hate and can not stand, is drug use. I can handle being around alcohol, but that is where I draw the line. When I got a little older, some of the kids in my clickety-click started drinking alcohol. I must have been about twelve. I even tried it a few times, and I would rely on my sister to help me lie to my parents about where I was and what I was doing. By the time my friends started using meth, my sister could drive and had a car. I could rely on her to pick me up and take me home if I felt uncomfortable with my surroundings. My parents would have freaked out if they knew I had been hanging out with people who were using such drugs. I would never have been able to call them for help.
Once I was in high school, I began having relationships with girls. My sister was in college at this point, but I could still call her and ask for advice. I had no difficulty in telling her about any problems I was having. I was scared to death of what I would need to do if something were to come prematurely, like the end of the world. If Tom Cruise had been my dad, this probably would not have worried me. The problem was, Tom Cruise was not my dad. My dad was much taller than Tom Cruise. A lot of girls are turned off by short men, but I think Tom Cruise is a total hottie. Some girls think other girls are hot. My sister, however, liked boys, just like me. That worked out wonderfully, because she knew exactly how to help me. I didn’t have to worry about her going to my parents, and telling them my situation. My parents already hated me enough the way it was. I knew my sister would love me no matter what. She was a little upset when I first told her about my homosexual fantasies, but she was very supportive all the way up to the point when I changed my mind.
Sisters are a great thing to have, and I would recommend everyone get one right now. They will definitely save you a heaping nipple of trouble. And when I say sister, I mean friend, because people need to have someone to fall back on when they need a helping hand. Without that sort of friendship, it can be easy to lose your way.
Ultimate Final Draft
Many, many years ago, my father gave birth to a beautiful little girl. Her name was Brooke. She was a large baby, weighing in at eight pounds eleven ounces. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She is now of normal height and is not too fat. She smells like flowers and is never too busy to have some ice cream with her little brother. She can, at times, be judgmental, but she is never really too hard on folks about it. As we grew up, my sister and I formed a friendship no one could touch. Over the years, I have gotten myself stuck in many great predicaments, finding I can trust my older sister with anything.
The earliest memory I have of my sister helping me out of a tight situation is when I was about seven. The kid next door, Sean Hudson, had a skateboard. I was enthralled by the awesomeness of the contraption. Sean was about my age, so we would play tag sometimes. Every once in a great while, Sean would get out his skateboard. We would take it out front and ride it up and down the sidewalk. Neither of us really knew how to use a skateboard, but we could ride along well enough on our knees. My parents did not approve of me riding on a skateboard. Mother had warned against it. She promised trouble for me if I were to disobey. I disobeyed all the time without consequence, until I fell off and cracked my head open.
The first person I came across was my sister (the real one), and she was well aware of my mom’s stance on what I had been doing. She told my mom she had seen me trip and fall while running back to the house. My mom totally fell for it. I went to the hospital and got some stitches. That was the end of it.
One thing I totally hate and can not stand is drug use. I can handle being around alcohol, but that is where I draw the line. When I got a little older, some of the kids in my clickety-click started drinking alcohol. I must have been about twelve. I even tried it a few times, and I would rely on my sister to help me lie to my parents about where I was and what I was doing. By the time my friends started using meth, my sister could drive and had a car. I could rely on her to pick me up and take me home if I felt uncomfortable with my surroundings. My parents would have freaked out if they knew I had been hanging out with people who were using such drugs. I would never have been able to call them for help.
Once I was in high school, I began having relationships with girls. My sister was in college at this point, but I could still call her and ask for advice. I had no difficulty in telling her about any problems I was having. I was scared to death of what I would need to do if something were to come prematurely, like the end of the world. If Tom Cruise had been my dad, this probably would not have worried me. The problem was, Tom Cruise was not my dad. My dad was much taller than Tom Cruise. A lot of girls are turned off by short men, but I think Tom Cruise is a total hottie. Some girls think other girls are hot. My sister, however, liked boys, just like me. That worked out wonderfully, because she knew exactly how to help me. I didn’t have to worry about her going to my parents, and telling them my situation. My parents already hated me enough the way it was. I knew my sister would love me no matter what. She was a little upset when I first told her about my homosexual fantasies, but she was very supportive all the way up to the point when I changed my mind.
Sisters are a great thing to have, and I would recommend everyone get one right now. They will definitely save you a heaping nipple of trouble. And when I say sister, I mean friend, because people need to have someone to fall back on when they need a helping hand. Without that sort of friendship, it can be easy to lose your way. I have no idea where I would be or what I would be doing today if not for Brooke. If I had to guess, I would say that I would probably be dead.
B-
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Jess Mullins
Just because I say it, don't mean I have to say on the record, then I'll kill you. You know why?
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang was a favorite of mine, growing up. I had a VHS, but it broke like fuck, it did. For years I've thought about how nice it would be to purchase a copy on DVD. I was actually just thinking about the child-catcher on Thursday. I went to (fuck) with Katie Adams on Friday. We were rummaging through the thing of $5.50 DVD guys. I found a few copies of Creepshow, which was something I had to buy, due to an argument with a guy I hardly know. He kept telling me it was called Freakshow despite me giving him every piece of evidence pointing the other way. So I got that shit. Katie wanted me to buy Double Jeopardy, so I did. As we were walking away from that area, we passed by the normal DVD thing guy, and there it was. Plain as shit. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. I looked at Katie Adams and shit. I picked that shit up and took it home with me. We watched it first. It was just as beautiful as I had remembered. We then watched Double Dragon...or something. And then everyone left, and I watched Creepshow.
Here's the problem. The new episode of "Family Guys" aired tonight. The first song in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is called "You Two." In this new episode of "Family Matters," Peter sings a similar song about having James Woods, rather than having you two. And I freaked out, because that's what I do in any situation like this. It was amazing.
"You Two" (Don't read this part, I just thought it would make me look professional and clean.)
Caractacus:
Do you think I'm a lunatic? Wasting my time on a lot of silly inventions?
Jemima:
But they aren't silly--they're wonderful!
Jeremy:
Nobody else could think of them!
Caractacus:
That's right! That is right--nobody else could think of
them!--yeah--after all...
What makes the battle worth the fighting?
What makes the mountain worth the climb?
What makes the questions worth the asking?
The reason worth the rhyme?
Caractacus:
To me the answer's clear;
it's having someone near; someone dear
Someone to care for; to be there for.
I have You Two!
Someone to do for; muddle through for.
I have You Two!
Someone to share joy or despair with;
whichever betides you.
Life becomes a chore, unless you're living for
someone to tend to be a friend to.
I have You Two!
Someone to strive for, do or die for
I have You Two!
Could be, we three get along so famously,
'cause you two have me, and I have You Two too.
(Breakfast is behind made, then Caractacus sneezes)
Kids:
Someone to care for; to be there for.
Caractacus:
I have You Two!
Kids:
Someone to do for; muddle through for
Caractacus:
I have You Two!
Someone to smile once in awhile with;
whenever you're lonesome
I've a happy lot,
considering what I've got.
But, I couldn't do more
Than you do for your poor Father.
(Kids: Daddy!)
Things go asunder
and I wonder why you bother.
All:
Could be, we three get along so famously
'cause
Kids:
we two have you,
Caractacus:
and I have You Two
All:
too
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang was a favorite of mine, growing up. I had a VHS, but it broke like fuck, it did. For years I've thought about how nice it would be to purchase a copy on DVD. I was actually just thinking about the child-catcher on Thursday. I went to (fuck) with Katie Adams on Friday. We were rummaging through the thing of $5.50 DVD guys. I found a few copies of Creepshow, which was something I had to buy, due to an argument with a guy I hardly know. He kept telling me it was called Freakshow despite me giving him every piece of evidence pointing the other way. So I got that shit. Katie wanted me to buy Double Jeopardy, so I did. As we were walking away from that area, we passed by the normal DVD thing guy, and there it was. Plain as shit. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. I looked at Katie Adams and shit. I picked that shit up and took it home with me. We watched it first. It was just as beautiful as I had remembered. We then watched Double Dragon...or something. And then everyone left, and I watched Creepshow.
Here's the problem. The new episode of "Family Guys" aired tonight. The first song in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is called "You Two." In this new episode of "Family Matters," Peter sings a similar song about having James Woods, rather than having you two. And I freaked out, because that's what I do in any situation like this. It was amazing.
"You Two" (Don't read this part, I just thought it would make me look professional and clean.)
Caractacus:
Do you think I'm a lunatic? Wasting my time on a lot of silly inventions?
Jemima:
But they aren't silly--they're wonderful!
Jeremy:
Nobody else could think of them!
Caractacus:
That's right! That is right--nobody else could think of
them!--yeah--after all...
What makes the battle worth the fighting?
What makes the mountain worth the climb?
What makes the questions worth the asking?
The reason worth the rhyme?
Caractacus:
To me the answer's clear;
it's having someone near; someone dear
Someone to care for; to be there for.
I have You Two!
Someone to do for; muddle through for.
I have You Two!
Someone to share joy or despair with;
whichever betides you.
Life becomes a chore, unless you're living for
someone to tend to be a friend to.
I have You Two!
Someone to strive for, do or die for
I have You Two!
Could be, we three get along so famously,
'cause you two have me, and I have You Two too.
(Breakfast is behind made, then Caractacus sneezes)
Kids:
Someone to care for; to be there for.
Caractacus:
I have You Two!
Kids:
Someone to do for; muddle through for
Caractacus:
I have You Two!
Someone to smile once in awhile with;
whenever you're lonesome
I've a happy lot,
considering what I've got.
But, I couldn't do more
Than you do for your poor Father.
(Kids: Daddy!)
Things go asunder
and I wonder why you bother.
All:
Could be, we three get along so famously
'cause
Kids:
we two have you,
Caractacus:
and I have You Two
All:
too
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