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| 01.14.05 (5:27 pm) [edit] |
I am hearby abandong this blog for a new one that is a collection of all the stuff I have blogged before. It can be found [url=http://www.yourcodie.blogspot...]here[/url].
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| My Heart Has Thought And Continues To Beat |
| 09.03.04 (4:55 pm) [edit] |
I did some thinking alot and discovered some stuff about my life that I didn't like, so I discarded it all. Stupid Emotions.
Anyway, I've been listening to some pretty deep indie. Not like the deepest, because I'm not as deep as most people think. But I've been stuck to two albums. Letting off the Happiness by Bright Eyes, which is the best album. Ever. That's it. The other one is one I've had for a while. The Young Machines by Her Space Holiday. I started these after a two week obsession with Radiohead's album Amnesiac. Which is great also.
But today indie made me mad. Really mad. I was walking through the house and since Casey isn't here, Sid and I have Fuse and Mtv2 going on somewhere in the house. Well, I glanced at the t.v. in the living room and their program Rockzilla was on playing some freak Velvet Revolver (all you people do need to check out the super 60's retro band the Velvet Underground, though) video was playing. Yeah, sure, that is exactly what you'd expect to see from a show entitled 'Rockzilla.' But then I heard somthing that just made me so mad. I wanted to scream and cry at the same time.
I heard a familiar intro. No! It couldn't be?!?! Sure, the video is a sellout, but not this bad? Yes. Float On by Modest Mouse was featured on Rockzilla today. ::shudder:: :( God, I am begining to really hate Mr. Brock for making Modest Mouse do this.
I'm like totally sad.
But there is hope. You see, a couple of weeks ago another program featured on Fuse was advertised saying it would show everyone an 'inside look on indie rock.' I was like, "Wow, I'll get to see those video's by Bright Eyes and The Faint!" Because when I think indie, I think Saddlecreek. But no! I was suprised.
It was a whole bunch of garage punk crap bands that all sounded alike and were trying their hardest to be emo and they all whined and I just was so happy because no one has any idea what indie is and it made me happy the end.
So, if you're wanting to learn about indie, come talk to me. E-Mail: indiecodie@gmail.com
Don't trust tv. Trust College Radio. And ME.
But DO trust Issac Brock to jam out hardcore on the banjo. I want to learn.
Expect a FULL review on Letting Off The Happiness SOON.
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| Nothing ever changes, except the scenery arangements |
| 08.29.04 (1:26 pm) [edit] |
I relized that I haven't posted alot on what's happening in my life. Well, besides my blood sugar illness. Well...
I quit band. I hated it. I can't stand getting moved to bass drum... when I was at least the second best snare, even the first best depending on who you ask. I can't stand a band director who blames every mistake on us when it isn't us. I can't stand his assistant, our drum guy, demanding us push our limits when he hasn't allowed us the proper time to work together or even let us see the drill chart. I can't stand an egotistical section leader (only on the field patsy), an egotistical freshman snare player who can't play with the line, a lazy bass sub sec. leader who doesn't know where his section is supposed to go, one... no two incompetent tenor players, and a band that doesn't give us the recognition that we deserve. I hated it.
I'm really excited about my prose. Last year I made it further than anyone else in my school, even though the teacher thought my partners would make it better than I would. I quit band and got into a special class for prose/poetry. I'm the only one in it. Cheryl comes to it sometimes when she finishes her work and she's going to do poetry this year. I'm glad that she isn't doing prose because she would nail all of us to a wall, and I don't need anymore compatition right now. I think that I've got both of my pieces picked out. I'm doing my stronger piece from last year. It's humor. And to balance it I'm doing a selection from "The Perks Of Being A Wallflower" which is one of my favorite books ever, if not my absolute favorite. It's pretty dramatic, but not like the drama that tends to get thrown in the compatitions. Alot of girls will do pieces about being raped, about their mothers commiting suicide, about them committing suicide, ect... . The sad part is, is that these pieces usually win. I lost to a girl last year who did one of those pieces. She couldn't act anyof it at all. She was horrible. But she did one of those pieces, and she was from that school. But I'll win this year.
Theatre is getting off to a slow start. There really isn't much to say about it right now.
The band it jamming alot. We were going to record some today, but I can't find Leslie. Oh well.
I have to go to the library and make mix-tapes. But not at the same time.
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| I might be wrong, but you tag along, we'er all wrong, and I'll get dizzier by the mile |
| 08.25.04 (5:54 pm) [edit] |
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I just went through the wierdest thing like ever.
See, for the past week or so, I've been getting *extreemly* dizzy. Like you wouldn't belive. I can't even stand up. So, I'm kinda freaking out. A while back I went to the optomitrist, and despite my excellent vision, my eyes have a hard time working together. I think it's because my right eye is stronger (20-15 vision) but I'n not really sure. So I immediality think that's the reason. Well, it gets worse, and I end up going to the doctor for it. We first go to the normal doctor. We answer his questions and he makes me stand up. He checks my balance. Then he checks my eyes with the little light thing. Perfect. So, we do some blood tests.
The gave me a Glucose Tolerance Test. It's a test they give diabetics. They pricked my finger and collected blood, then they gave me this drink that was basically 99% sugar 1% water. Then they draw my blood. Then I am told to come back 3 more times, with one hour intervals. And I can't eat anything. And I couldn't have eaten before this. I hadn't eaten since the previous night. So, while I'm waiting the first hour, I have a visit schedueled at the actual hospital (I'm just at the clinic now) so I go and I'm informed that I have to take a cat-scan. I'm assuming everyone knows what that is. But they do it twice. The first time is normal. But the second time they have me hooked up to this i.v. type device pumpind dye into my bloodstream, it helps light up the capilaries in my head. That was wierd.
So, I leave and go get more blood drawn. I do this two more times, with an hour in-between. Then I freaking go eat 'cause it's already almost two and I'm starving. So, I had like 6 pricks on my arms and hands. I'm exausted. I have no blood. And the results don't come until the next day.
Well, I get the results from the blood work and I find out I'm Hypo-Glycemic. I have extreemly low blood-sugar levels, and they drop after I eat, I cant hardly retain any sugar. I still havn't got the cat-scan tesults back, but I doubt any of this is affected by my brain. I want them back so bad because for years, like since I've been 6 or 7, I've had a whole array or nervious tics. The two most common are squinting and this little caugh that I just barely do. And they've been increasing in severity over the summer. It's really annoying.
Anyway, I have to go on this diet so I won't be weak, dizzy, or irratible. Yes, irritably is a symptom, and I have been dealing with that for years too, so maybe this will help.
Discuss!
p.s. Check out our band site. I have a few pictures under the bio section. Woot!
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| We Are Fixed Right Where We Stand |
| 08.02.04 (4:07 pm) [edit] |
Wow. What a long time. I don't really have time to post, but this is just so I can have a new one up.
I just downloaded Scorched Earth (teh best, duh) and as soon as I get offline I'm playing it. And I also have heard a few fairly new great bands, Interpol (matador) Beep Beep (saddlecreek) and the Secret Machines (don't know). Check them out.
Float On is getting too much air time. And a few weeks ago, Ocean Breathes Salty (same MM album) was on top of the Alternative Charts, which is cool since that is probobly the best song on the album.
The Best Ex- Presidents had to change names. Stupid Ska bands getting the good names. This one's better... but I really won't say until we pump out an e.p. (months?) So, just deal with the suspense.
I don't know.
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| I didn't mean to be the needle that broke your back, you were here, you were here, don't look back |
| 07.18.04 (5:48 pm) [edit] |
When you fell a certain way, express it. That's how I've always felt. What if it's hard? I never thought of that. People are always like, "It's harder than that, Codie. You can't just say something, you can't let it go." You can't. I just, I don't know, I guess what I would do is I would put myself in positions (and I'm not just talking about personal boy-girl relationships here) where it was easy to say what I felt, or express myself in the way I thought was 'creative' or whatever. I didn't actually think that there were situations where you were challenged. Where you forget what to say, or you forget how to act, or you forget why you thought something to begin with. You get to these points, and you're scared. You back-up. You step back into your comfort zone. You spot being arrogant with your emotions. You start listening again. You close yourself off, again.
I had a dream last night. I was someplace, I don't remember, it isn't relevent anyway. It doesn't seem like there were alot of people there. Wait, yes there was. I moved around this place alot, but the main 'hang-out' was this roundish room with small, white tiles everywhere. There were little cheesy bubbles all over the place (big bathroom? it felt like one, but there were no toilets) like on the walls and such. And I remember first looking around thinking, "Where are you?" and searching, almost frantically, around the place. I would leave the room, but I can't remember any other rooms (I don't really ever remember dreams this well anyway, I have only like two or three memories of dreams that stuck with me... I guess this one means something, the other two did). Then I remember finding you. I won't say who, but I might tell you, so all the people I know in real life, get a hold of me (cell: 438-3433 I have minutes). And I didn't expect it to be you. I didn't know my feelings for you were that strong. I didn't really know there were feelings. But I told you that I loved you and that you were special to me, and that I didn't want you to ever be hurt like you were that one time (the only time I've seen you hurt, if that narrows down the search) and you accepted me and we hugged. And then I left and found Cheryl (yeah, she wasn't the person, cross her name off the list) and I told her about what had happened and she was happy and she said she knew it was going to be like this and I just smiled. And I woke up, well, I was woken up. But there couldn't have been more to it.
And I don't know how to tell you. I don't know what to say, I don't know if I should even say it. I obviously should, or else I wouldn't be writing this to get your attention.
I was in a hotel room in Wimberly Texas. It was the family reunion. I have (and still) been away from home for about a week now. For three days I was at a church thing. Brandon did the wierdest thing and showed up... he doesn't even go to my church. We sat inside every chance we had and wrote acoustic songs. We have this one really pretty song that we wrote. See, I'm not, hmmm... 'technical?' in my music. I like to just strum around and see where that takes me. Which is good, since Brandon is technical and he can build on anything I make up. So, I'm messing around on the ninth fret with this wierd time signature. Brandon freaks and tells me to keep playing. He studies me for a bit and finally starts himeself, just trying stuff out. Finally after about 5-10 minutes he thinks up this guitar part to 'fancify' mine. We start playing that. My simple part, his super-duper part. It fits perfect. Then we start thinking of an intro. His part simplified- then I come in, and after a couple of rounds, he kicks into high gear. We wrote joke lyrics, but we'll change them. A song that pretty shouldn't be a joke. I also wrote a song called, "Jesus is a Cool Guy" and brandon and I have split parts and I can sing and play. I'm finishing up the lyrics while I'm away. He also taught me how to play *everything* in everlong (foo fighters), which, by the way, is my favorite song ever. And I can play the whole thing, and since there is a split part on that, and I can sing and play kinda, we want the Best Ex- Presidents to do a cover of them (along with either The Heart is a Lonely Hunter or The "D" in Detroit by the Anniversary, and 198d by At The Drive In). He also taught me ska chords. So much fun.
Then I went to the reunion. Total crap. I hate family reunions. Except that I met Mark. Mark is thirty something, and he lives in Austin. He is related to me in some round about way that I can't even to begin to fathom. Mark brought Ken. Mark is Gay. Mark is hilarious to be around. Ken is Gay. Ken is flamboyant. So here are two gay guys at a family reunion for a family that is all republican, baptist, rednecks. Everone is trying to be so nice. It's so funny. I rode with him into town with my Nana and her husband for a liquor-run. We stood outside the car while they (Nana and Dean) went in for wine and beer. Mark was mocking everyone we saw. Some bald guy came out and Mark said "Hi." the guy walked off and Mark mouthed "Oh my god!" to me and we laughed for maybe two minutes. It wasn't funny or anything, it's just funny to see how he reacts to people. We get back in the car and drive back to the hotel. He tuns up the volume a little on his radio. Yep, techno. Haha, what is up with gay people and techno? Him and Ken both have that gay-post-puberty voice that comes along with gays. What a silly sterotype. Sterotype? Wait, it's always like that, so can that still be considered a sterotype? Whatever.
Reunion status: over. I didn't go home with the family. I stayed with my Nana. I'm going home with her (I'm at a great grandparants house, now). I decided not to go to summer camp. All I need right now is a bunch of people telling me what I'm doing wrong in life, and it being too hot to argue. I don't like camp, much less [url=http://www.2bcyouth.com]church [/url] camp :x . I'll be in lubbock till friday, so if you're going to be there, call me and lets do something. Anyone.
Well, sorry this was so long. I'm going to check if those audio posts worked on my personal blog. I don't know. Hmmm... Also, if you're online, you can e-mail my phone at 8064383433@vmobl.com and I'll talk to you.
p.s. friends, call me.
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| If you love something, give it away |
| 07.08.04 (11:06 pm) [edit] |
Indie kids are... different. We are all different from eachother, but our core is the same. Watch us, we huddle in groups. If alone, we most of the time have music in our ears. We dress differently. Not really to be different, just mainly because. But alot of us have cons. And most of them have been turned into our own personal canvas for doodles. We are shy alot in public, but we are quick to voice our opinion if needed. You'll see us at school in thespians, in lit crit, in debate, stuff like that.
We literally fear for the lives of our friends. Everyone's emotions run high in our clans. Each one of us has his or her own mannerisms... but we all do the same thing with music. If we feel one way, say, happy, we find a song to reflect that (Ben Folds, Troubled Hubble) If we are sad, we do the opposite (Her Space Holiday, Bright Eyes). And we ALL do that. Even people that aren't indie but associate themselves with us. I've seen Carson totally do this on several occasions... and he's good at it.
We also, like so many others from different "scenes," fear the pop so much. Espicially after Issac Brock took Modest Mouse to an ungodly low with a pop single, but, amazingly, the album is so freaking awesome (nothing like thir earlier stuff, but then again, each album is different for them). There is an understood... apathy? See, you have to be true to what you do to be indie. You can't fake it. Not ever. You can fake everything else. Emo? Yes. Faked. Now it's crap. Punk? Yes, again, faked. It is now a fashion statement. You just can't fake indie. It's there.
We do, though, kinda fear the RIAA. Alot of indie labels put songs on their site. The RIAA are being over-protective, and just plain stupid. I fear it anyway, I don't know about everyone else. But I'm geek, so I guess I get fed alot more about it than others.
Anyway, all ramblings aside, we don't out-number you... or do we? We hide in the shadows like little grinning self-concious monsters waiting to attack and teach you little losers about all things good in the world.
You're all great. So, comment, telling me how much of a loser I am.
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| 1st Band Gig (Best Ex- Presidents) |
| 07.02.04 (11:58 pm) [edit] |
Woot. We got booked! Though, it's only family, it still counts. Brandon (Friends) Sid (brother) and I (me) are in a actually decent band called the Best Ex- Presidents.
Well, we can add this to our resume if it's ever needed to get booked again.
We actually have some really decent songs, we just don't actually have a vocalist. We have a couple of written out songs, but, like I said, no singer. What crap.
Anyway, wish us luck! 8)
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| You think I ain't worth a dollar, but I feel like a millionare. |
| 06.28.04 (6:35 pm) [edit] |
The other day I did something amazing. I didn't sleep well that night, well, I really just didn't sleep. I went to sleep at 1:00 and woke up at like 2:30 or 4:00. Well, at about five, I decided to get up and get dressed because it was obvious I wasn't going to sleep. So, as soon as it was just getting to 'non-dark' status outside, I grabbed my iPod and wrote a note to my parents and left. I just went walking. The street lights were still on. Rage played first (Microphone Fiend). It totally got me energized. I turned down the street at the end of the neighborhood and Drunkship Lantern by the Mars Volta came on and I broke into a sprint. At the end of the street I caught the sunrise. Magnificent. Japaneese Gum by Her Space Holiday. Calmed me down instantly. I walked for so long. I came to the park and My Hero by the Foo Fighters came on. I speeded up a bit and made it to the end of the fence and looked out to the airport to see if there was a take off planned I could watch. Nothing. By this time the sun was up and shining. It smelled fantastic. I made it to the street again and passed only the second person I had seen. I was the first one up and around here. For an hour I walked. I found streets in the neighborhood I didn't know about previously. I hit some back streets and started singing songs out loud. Great. I was in such a great mood. I wasn't thinking anything. Nothing waying me down at all. It was one of the best feelings ever. I think everyone should do that. :D
I've also been writing alot lately and last night I started a really great poem. Which is wierd for me 'cause my poetry sucks.
I also took the test Leslie has on her site. Here are my results:
Disorder Rating Information
Paranoid: Low
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal*: High
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Low
Histrionic**: Moderate
Narcissistic: Low
Avoidant: Low
Dependent***: Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive: Low
*Many believe that schizotypal personality disorder represents mild schizophrenia. The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and individuals with this disorder often seek isolation from others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.
**People with histrionic personality disorder are constant attention seekers. They need to be the center of attention all the time, often interrupting others in order to dominate the conversation. They use grandiose language to discribe everyday events and seek constant praise. They may dress provacatively or exaggerate illnesses in order to gain attention. They also tend to exaggerate friendships and relationships, believing that everyone loves them. They are often manipulative.
***Dependent personality disorder is characterized by a need to be taken care of. People with this disorder tend to cling to people and fear losing them. They may become suicidal when a break-up is imminent. They tend to let others make important decisions for them and often jump from relationship to relationship. They often remain in abusive relationships. They are overly sensitive to disapproval. They often feel helpless and depressed.
Wow, I'm a jerk. :(
And today we got a solid white cat. My mom and I named her Gwenivere. (I love you Gwenivere)
p.s. I havn't been paying attention to albums I could review, but hopefully soon it'll happen.
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| Where black is blue and that is good. |
| 06.21.04 (8:55 pm) [edit] |
Haha, stupid things. I just remembered some stupid things that I've done. Like last night or something. But I decided that I would post a couple.
First: This one time my friend and I were at Put-Put (I love mini golf) one saturday and decided that is was boring with only us two there. So, we did what all teen guys go, we called the third person in our team. But, we didn't have any change. And at the time no cell phones. So, we called collect. But this is where the funny part comes in. We called his house. The lady said: Please state your name. So we hurrily said, "Jermy! This is Codie and Aaron, don't except charges!!" "What? Okay, whatever." So, we called back and each time we would add a little to the story, "Come to putt putt!" "We've been here all morning!" Finally, all we heard from him when it asked him to accept charges was him laughing so hard he couldn't talk. In the end he ended up wt putt putt with us. See kids, you can cheat the system.
Next: Carson and I were at a hockey game. We decided that is was boring to sit and watch, so we wandered the hallways messing with people and talking as loud as we could. We would talk to strangers and make them feel uncomfertable. So there we were, just walking down the hall, and Carson bets me to tell the next person I see that "My dady beats me." I agree, but I don't do it right away. A young lady and a few other people pass, and finally Carson says I have to do it to the next person. So here comes this old guy... probobly a janitor or something. So I tell him, "My daddy beats me." And to our suprise, he retorts, "GOOD!" Haha! Priceless.
Last: Involved a girl named Dakota. That's all you need to know.
post a comment about your stupid stories! :lol:
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| I'm gonna angle for telapathy 'cause I don't know the words to say! |
| 06.11.04 (7:48 am) [edit] |
The other day I went to Cheryl's house with the rest of our peoples. I was like the last on there to arrive (besides Brandon) and the last one to leave. It was nice, I love spending time with my friends.
That night I got a phone call, but you don't need to worry about that.
I didn't sleep that night. Not at all. I stayed up and watched everything Leslie watches. And a crappy movie (Along Came Polly) that I don't recommend. It really sucked. I listened to some music. I got addicted to a couple of songs from the Stokes album, Room on Fire. And sang some pretty vulgar lyrics from a Modest Mouse song (Black Cadillacs). I was almost hoping to wake up the family... didn't happen. I finally went to sleep at 7:00 A.M. the next morning. I slept until two. I didn't go eat lunch with the step dad's family. :x
My mom signed on my screen name. She had a rather embarrising conversation with Cody. Now she questions my sexuality (if you only knew Cody). She doesn't trust me at all. Not at anything. I can't even go to my friends without her asking a million questions.
It's standard protocol now... her asking questions. I'm used to it. I know all the questions, all the responses. I can tell her exactly what I'm going to do at a friends, how long, who else is going to be there, ect....
I don't know if she is faking all this as a joke, or if she really doesn't trust me. Oh, the things she has done to make me not trust her. And she has no trust in me?!?! Terrible! I could rat her out on so many things, but I keep quiet. It just pisses me off sometimes. Alot of the time.
Alot of things are stressing me out now.
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| Assemble the Empire! |
| 06.06.04 (5:29 pm) [edit] |
I'm still stuck to Sparta.
I tried to type this last night when I was at the local Lan Party place, but I ran out of time in the middle of typing it...what a loser. Anyway, here it is, the best I remember it.
You see, for some reason or another, I havn't been able to write in my personal journal. Not like my personal blog, but my own pen and paper journal. Like, when ever I start to, I just freeze up and either stop remembering my ideas, or I just get can't bring myself to do it. It almost feels like a chore. Maybe I think that people are reading it? I mean, I can keep this one vauge, so it doesn't bother me to write in it regulary. I leave my normal journal out. Usually on the bed in my backpack. I mean, I don't tell anyone were it is...until now...but it's still a possibility that my brothers could get a hold of it fairly easily. And they might get mad (for one reason or another).
Maybe it's the fact that I pretty much talk to my friends about what I write in my journal, weather they know it or not, so there isn't really a reason to sound repetitive. I don't know. I mean, it's not that I don't like keeping one, because it's feels great to write all that crap down. I havn't really cared all that much lately, though, but it still has bothered me a bit.
I do hope I can start again. I'll give it a couple of weeks and try again...maybe then I'll be able to write. There just hasn't been that drive that's usually there. I dunno. Oh well.
p.s. I think that I'm going to do a review on this c.d. that I got in Austin from a local band called the Peels. Itsaprettynice...
Marketing Jesus updated, and Carson's got another blog, check that out (link on left!).
Finally, I put all the indie record label links to the right.
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| I'm back |
| 06.03.04 (7:43 pm) [edit] |
Yes, that's right. I'm back and you're all in trouble...
Well, I didn't get to do anything I wanted to. No local shows, no Alamo, no resturant in spinny building, no sky scraper elevators, no sleep. Nothing.
And today we went to go get my brother (don't ask, it's a long story) and his birthday is the 6th, so my grandmother got him one of those god forsaken air soft guns. Well, I told him not to, but he shot me. I have a low tolerance of pain, first off, but also I was just looking for an excuse to get all emotional on everyone. I came in the house and yelled loud at my mother and grandmother and didn't feel bad about it. Then I cried. Then I decided not to talk to anyone for a while, then I cried again. I can't fight without crying. Even when I fight with Casey and I'm winning, I cry. One time my mom got tired of him picking on me (even though I'm older) and she took him outside and pinned him down and made me hit him. And I wouldn't do it and I cried. And I got yelled at and finally did it, and I cried even harder. I hate myself.
I got home and called Carson and we left and walked, and then we went to his house and he showed me this nice indie artist: Jack Johnson. Now I'm talking to friends and I'm pretty okay.
I'll update the personal one too.
I love my friends...
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| Codie live from Austin! |
| 05.31.04 (7:24 pm) [edit] |
Okay, I decided to make this a normal blog and a music review site. I'll still have the personal one, but of course, it's still not my persoal journal, though, so I'm still vauge.
Well, I'm in Austin. I'm in Austin and my mom won't let me go to a local show. ::piss, whine::
I'm so stressed about alot of stuff, but I'm sure no one here cares. I might post a little about it when I get home.
Friends! Call me! Cheryl! Leslie! Mikka! Cody! someone! I'm dying! 438 3433. I need to talk!
I'm hitting the road again tomarrow and I'll be in San Antionio. I MIGHT be back...thurday-ish? I plan on sleeping alot when I get home. Except the fact that I plan on living with a friend in Lubbock working, 'cause I need money. Well, dinner is ready. You cats have fun without me.
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| Don't you hate it when people tell you lies? |
| 05.26.04 (12:09 pm) [edit] |
I do.
Expect a full review on, uh...maybe The Anniversary. That's it. Something totally emo and delicious.
Update in progress on the personal crap. :(
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| JSRF |
| 05.17.04 (3:25 pm) [edit] |
"Attention all space cadets:
Hip-Hop is the triple threat-
Expanding like the internet-
Time to place your bets..."
~~~song from Jet Set Radio Future~~~
Go get an X-Box and get that game.
Oh yeah, I updated my personal blog. Check out the link...now...
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| 05.15.04 (5:54 pm) [edit] |
Well, I'm going to attempt to do a review on Sparta's Wiretap Scars while listining to some Sleater-Kenny.
Okay. As you may know, I reeeaallllyyyy like At The Drive In. Like, almost to much. There was this one time last summer were I was stuck to them for like two solid months. :? Well, I heard this album a long time ago. Before the Mars Volta album. But I didn't really take notice. Then other friends started getting into it more (i.e. Aaron Smith) so I gave it another shot.
This was when I was writing all my depressing crap (which is still going on, and off, and on. I'm really scared) and it was so good then.
The album in itself is pretty emo. Like, real emo. Good emo. It has sad lyrics (sad but not whiny; they're smart, like good emo) and split, distorted guitars stacked with some pretty cool drums.
It starts with the single Cut Your Ribbon, which starts out with a pretty cool drum beat thing. Then the singer screams in your ears and your adrenalin gets pumping instantly. But don't let the first song mislead you. The following songs are pretty gloomy and toally not screamy.
You'll definately have a couple of the intros stuck in your head for a few days. I still have them stuck in mine. But the intros of the songs are all thats great. Besides having catchy intros for almost all of the songs, the songs in themselves never get old like ever. And, if your like me and jump around the album, never listining through it, you'll find some new part in some new song that you havn't heard before and you'll be stuck on that song for the next three days.
Well, anyway. You'll definatly enjoy this album if your looking for something that isn't to hard, but it's not that whiny crap they try and sell you on mtv as 'emo.'
This isn't your pop emo... if that upsets any of you, well then you can go to your stupid warped tour and you can listen to your Yellowcard and your New Found Glory. Because people like me don't like you Good Charlotte groupie 'we really are punk, no really' attitudes. You listen to your Saves the Day and your Get Up Kids and your Dashboard Confessional and you prance around like you know emo and like your sad and you tell everyone that you're going to kill yourself and...and... you show everyone your dirty poetry and you beg for sympothy and you do your pot and smoke at that Dave Matthews concert when you decide you want to get in touch with nature and then you listen to your Avril and your Blink 182 and then you make your way to the nu metal crap with your Nickel Back and Three Doors Down and you go to your crummy rock shows and then you finally relize that none of that music is true. Then, and only then, may you come and join a chat my friends and I put on and discuss nothing all the time.
You only wish...
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| Always something going on in my life. |
| 05.06.04 (7:05 pm) [edit] |
Well, these next couple of weeks are going to be rough on me. Things are rough now (read my personal blog to find out the details), but things are going to get hectic, along with the roughness...
Tonight I went to go see our One Act preform Man of La Mancha, which was SO freaking good. I love those kids, such hard workers. Speaking of Theatre, Next week is the Thespian Banquet. My friends and I are all dressing in black and pink, despite that it's popular in the world of fasion right now. I plan on wearing a nice black suit with a pink undershirt and possibly a pink and black stripped tie. Hmmm...
I skipped out on the Band Banquet tonight, I didn't have a date, but I didn't really want to go anyway. Excuses.
I don't have school tomarrow but I won't be bored because I have to go shop for my outfit...and I'm going to the Goodwill and Savers. Wow, what fun. I'll have the cheapest clothes there. I don't have a date to that, either, but my friends are going and they don't have dates either. It'll be me and three girls looking their best. I'm so luckey.
Then Finals week. Then a week of going to band practice all week and the weekend after school is out, I get to go to Austin and preform in two percussion Ensambles (one a jazzy full percussion ensamble, the other an 'abstract' ensamble that doesn't make sense) at the University of Texas.
Well, I'm going to go and, I guess sleep or something. Not much else to do. Or eat. Or play Video Games. Or go get a cup of coffee. Wow, what options. I'll go get coffe and then eat a sandwinch and then play The Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, then read my book, then sleep. Haha, I'm so...uh...stupid.
Bye. :roll:
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| Another great indie film... |
| 05.05.04 (5:31 pm) [edit] |
Today I saw an indie film (my mom actually recommended it...yes, my mom; she didn't know it was indie...) entitled "Pieces of April." It's about this girl who is, well, I guess an outcast, or the black sheep of the family, "The first pancake..." as she says in the movie (the one you throw out). She cooks Thanksgiving dinner for her family, who doesn't like her. I don't want to ruin anything, so go rent it. It's great.
Also, since my last review was fairly decent, and over The Mars Volta, I decided that my next one should be over my new obsession, their counterpart Sparta. It's sadder than The Mars Volta. Which I guess is part of the reason I'm stuck to it. Well, this isn't the review, so I'll stop talking about it.
Um... well, I have a major thing going wrong right now, so I gotta jet.
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| I took the test. |
| 05.04.04 (5:20 pm) [edit] |
I took a test on what soap opera star I was. The link is on Mikka's site (link to hers on the left).
Here are the results:
The Wise Benefactor
What soap opera doesn't have the all-powerful, head of the family who's been on-air since the pilot episode? Sure, The Wise Benefactor has probably come back from comas, near fatal accidents, abductions, mysterious illnesses, botched murders, and multiple corporate takeovers. But they're the heart of the show with their integrity, sense of right and wrong, and ability to magically make things happen around the town.
Like The Wise Benefactor, you're a true original who can't be replaced — which is why you're sure to be around for a long time. There's just no substitute for your wise and powerful personality. And people can't help but to ask for your advice when times are tough. That's because they know you'll tell it like it is.
Always a warm soul, though sometimes you do exhibit some cold ambition, you keep your family together and are probably also the center for lots of happenings. The town wouldn't be the same without you, so keep doling out the advice, giving folks a hand-up when they need it, and putting people in their place when the time is right. If it weren't for you, who would keep the family, much less the town, afloat?
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| 05.04.04 (4:53 pm) [edit] |
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Just to let you know. Well, I'm chatting with some friends about nothing. I'll talk to you people later.
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| My day, since the link doesn't want to behave |
| 05.03.04 (5:19 pm) [edit] |
Today has sucked. All day. The only good thing that happened was that I got my c.d.'s back, so I can lock myself in my room again. I'm so stressed. I don't know. I've got band, and Sub Rosa (which is okay, don't worry Mr. S.), and theatre...and people in general.
Last night Jolynn came over and we talked like we used to. It was fun.
I don't know.
I'm one of the few people who actually has a grip on reality at this school, and it just stresses me out. People think that I'm SO light hearted and put all this responsibility on me. I can't even spell 'responsibility' two-thirds of the time! So, I came home and I did what I always did and I cried. I cried the other day, too. I cry alot. I have yet to put a face to my sorrow, though, so I'm getting even more worried. I don't know.
I've been getting into the habit of turning off my cell phone at night and waking up with alot of messages of people freaked out wondering if I'm still alive. Its pretty funny! My girlfriend gets the most spooked, though, and that makes me sad. I just don't like talking to people as much as I did.
Maybe I should, I don't know. Whatever my problem, I need to isolate it and destroy it.
I'm still stuck in my book (The Da Vinci Code) but it reads fast, so I'll finish it soon (Don't worry Leslie).
I'm going to go listen to some music.
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:( I'm not feeling the best today. I updated my "Life and how I deal with it" and "friends" pages. Read them and laugh at my deep seeded insecurities within myself! Yay for bad days! ::cries::
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| Weezer, good or bad? |
| 04.29.04 (4:31 pm) [edit] |
I'm in the middle of a really intense debate with a really intense friend about weather or not Weezer is the *best* band ever, or really really good. Whatever.
I'm saying that they are very good. But now with their two recent albums they pretty much suck. The first two kicked SO much. But the ones now really bite.
He is saying that they are the best band, like ever, and he practically lived for them. I don't know...
You guys, I need opinions. Leave a comment saying weather or not you like them, and if so, which albums, fav. song, whatnot. You know the drill.
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| Hi... Just to let you know... |
| 04.27.04 (5:40 pm) [edit] |
Hi, Just to let you guys know... I added a person to the friends section of my site. He's a really cool cat that I can't belive I forgot.
Also, I made a mistake. Under 'Marketing Jesus' I marked down that Venus makes a perfect pentagram in 7 years...well I lied. It's actually 8 years. I didn't double check my sources and I apologize. Like anyone caught it, though.
And if your wondering, my I have several sources, but the one I checked on is a book that I am reading right now entitled, "The Da Vinci Code." By the way, I really recommend it for enyone who is into symbology or just anyone else. It's a fictous story based on factual information. It's a great read and reads fairly fast. Well, this isn't a book review site, so bye.
p.s. I signed up for googles new "GMail" and now I have three e-mail adresses!!! So, all you crazy cats can send me all the crap you want at IndieCodie@gmail.com
Or the usuall TheFlamingBeans@aol.com Or short e-mails to 8064383433@vmobl.com Scary...
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