Hey Melissa, Les Claypool plays the mandolin!!!
I <3 Primus. I bought two of their CD's yesterday. Sailing the seas of cheese and Pork Soda. Les Claypool is america's best living bass player. Undisputed. He is amazing. Aand he rocks the mandolin too!
I also bought the smiths album, louder than bombs. Perks people and non perks people, listen up:
Asleep really is that good. I can't stop listening to it. I can't cry to songs, but this one is coming closer every time I listen to it. So beautiful. Piano and vocals are the way to hit a person in the heart. Asleep-by the smiths. Download it, buy it, suck it out of the air with a vacuum cleaner, i don't care. But you must hear it. The world must.
Does Alison read this anymore? I'm not sure. I'll ask. Or, if you're alison, comment. Not meant in any malicious way, just curiosity which often massacres felines such as me.
Did you see that sky today? Talk about blue!
I love aquateen.
My brother is the best. I miss him
(don't it always seem to go/ that you don't know what you got till it's gone)
O yeah and he's got a new g/f. Elle s'appele Michelle. She is an older version of me. Blonde. Cute. Not hot, but cute. That's generally walter's taste. I always think it's funny when two people with the same hair colour go out. I'm not sure why. It's just funny. In that little kid giggle way.
I'm serene.
I feel in a good listening mood. If anyone wants to call and talk to me about things I'm in a good mood for it.
I like answering machines.
ahhh...sedation.
"The difference between me and a madman is that a madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad."-Salvador Dali.

Irony is great. I have a cold. Perfffect.
Whatever. I remain oblivious to most pain during physical sickness anyway due to music. I listen to a lot of music when I'm sick. It's nice. Just curl up in bed, close my eyes, and take in my headphones (yeah, i have a stereo, but headphones are more personal).
However..
Fiona Apple. Why dear must you always fuck with my head? If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, there is a fiona apple song for every situation you could possibly be in, any emotion you might have. 'cept maybe complete and total happiness, which I have a lot of now and then. But those aren't the times I usually listen to music.
Anyway, today I came to one track I'd never really listened to and spazzed. Songs aren't allowed to be that freaking accurate to your situation. I can't listen to it again or I think I will have a mental breakdown. Too weird...TOO WEIRD..
You ever get that feeling that god's sending you messages? If your answer is no, then you're a lucky kid. And yes, i believe in godesses, but god is a good term to use if you don't know which one is doing it. Or if they all are. I generally say "god" when I mean "karma".
Take it away, fiona (this isn't THE song but its also so freaking perfect that I want to hug the woman. Or kill her.)

A Mistake"

I'm gonna make a mistake
I'm gonna do it on purpose
I'm gonna waste my time
'Cause I'm full as a tick
And I'm scratching at the surface
And what I find is mine
And when the day is done, and I look back
And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around
All the advice I shunned, and I ran
Where they told me not to run, but I sure
Had fun, so
I'm gonna fuck it up again
I'm gonna do another detour
Unpave my path
And if you wanna make sense
Whatcha looking at me for
I'm no good at math
And when I find my way back,
The fact is I just may stay, or I may not
I've acquired quite a taste
For a wellmade mistake
I wanna mistake why can't I make a mistake?
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why
Do I wanna do right, of course but
Do I really wanna feel I'm forced to
Answer you, hell no
I've acquired quite a taste
For a wellmade mistake, I wanna
Make a mistake, why can't I make a mistake
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why

Thanksgiving- Cousins Daniel and Anna and Unkie John are coming over. Previously it was just going to be me, dad, and walter. Which would have been amazing. But too good to be true. Of course I can't have a quality thanksgiving without mom or her family! That would be too fun..
...blast my karma...
O well. Theres always love from within. And Anna's amazing. She reminds me who I am.
And both those kids are infatuated with DDR, so they won't be too difficult to watch.
Did I mention I have a cold?
Blech.
I gripe because that's whats current. i'm actually in a decent mood spiritually. Bad things are whats happening NOW. Hence the news.
Speaking of the news I recieved the taped broadcast of my lil' press conference for RFR in the mail. I look strange. Mom showed the tape to nearly her entire school without my knowlege. They are impressed. My mom is almost a bigger ham about my accomplishments than I am. Which is sad. Because I'm a downright showoff really. I try not to piss people off, but being a showoff is fun. I jump in front of cameras. It's my fun. I get properly guilty when I piss people off though.
Imma gonna go watch the phantom toolbooth than die in a sea of turkey, pie, and cousins.
I love you guys. Happy thanksgiving.
I'm thankful I don't have menangitis. Thats what I'm thankful for every year. Spinal taps SUCK ASS. If i ever get recomended for one again I'll run away. I'd rather have the fatal disease than another fucking spinal tap.


"Tact is the rare ability to watch two of your friends argue without saying anything when you know they both are wrong."-One of those quotes mr jacobs put on his screen. Stuck with me. I'm tactless. Either that or I just laugh at people a lot.
Wretch wretch..

3 hours later!!
In art. Researching merlin. doing self portrait as merlin. I need some shibby merlin clothes to draw. Merlin!! (note to self-must watch sword in the stone). Found melissa. Gave her mix tape. Bitten by sentence fragment bug.
I'm due for watching the phantom tollbooth again. I force myself to do that at least twice yearly.
I'm getting a wee bit out of shape DDRwise. Been slacking. Gotta get back into that. If thursday wasn't thanksgiving i'd do gameworks. I'm off work this week!
Baklava is too delicious for planet earth.
I wish i WAS merlin..
I wonder if merlin got any chicks..
maybe he was gay...
gengis kahn was gay...
I'm just going to stop right there. Morgan le fay kicked wiccan butt. I need a sword. A pretty one.
I also need to dust my room. My alergies are going haywire.
Chem lab today...die...killl....i hate frickin chem labs...
At least Jason Love's my partner now. Kathy Martinez was nice, but a bit too neurotic in terms of schoolwork. Some people need to relax a bit.
I need to curl up somewhere warm and soft or have someone warm and soft curl up in my arms..
Hey carl, why is your house curling up?
Oh...someone melted the vinyl siding. Named you.

"Hey look at me I'm stupid as hell, i can't even breathe let alone read!"-Master shake on meatwad.

Oy....very tired.
I'm in shipleys class. Africa project? what's that?
Anyway, wearing my tux to school. Made a mix tape for Melissa. Couldn't find Melissa. Gahhh.
Sucessful haul at abbies yesterday w/ eric boon. Two and a half foot long ski hat, green and black striped tie, bruce-lee esque red shirt , black suit coat. All for 4.50. God bless thrift stores.
Happy belated Ryan! Hope you have fun with the tampon i gave you ^_^.
Urinetown=tres chic. A musical about piss. INGENIOUS. Go see it if you get the chance, cuz it's a privilege to pee!
I feel very strange these days. In one of those hungry moods where I just want to do everything, say everything at once. I need all the attention and love and shit in the world, i need to sleep, wake up, run, sit, read, listen, talk all at once...I just want everything and I can't figure out which direction to turn. This kind of feeling often neutralizes me and gives me chest pain. Or I run around screaming and singing in order to rid myself of chest pain. Ugghh...strange feeling. I just want to run and keep running, sleep and never wake up...
I don't know. It's confusing.
Mom's in california ^_^. Just me and dad in the house for the week. Yipee! Tonight w'ere going out to eat indian food! Palace of asia, all the way!
Did I tell you you're special for reading this? Cuz you are. I don't care who you are you took time out just to read my ramblings, possibly to respond. Whether you care about me, or you're just trying to reach some kind of conclusion, it matters. And that makes you cool. No matter who you are. I love you. I love everything.
I need to scream.

You reached for the secret too soon/ you cried for the moon/ shine on you crazy diamond/ you were caught in the crossfire/ of childhood and stardom/ blown on the steel breeze/ come on you thinker/ you seer of visions/ come on you artist you legend you martyr and shine/

" Idle hands are spent at the genitals, and god doesn't like that"-Old drippy from aquateens