Saturday, August 30, 2003

when you're not around

it's out for preorder at the connextion.

Flickerstick - To Madagascar and Back EP/DVD. release date: september 18, 2003.

three weeks. just three weeks and things will be so much better. it has to be better than this.

dagron

first off, yaccs' server is temporarily fried. so that means no comments for... a couple days at least. this still does not prompt me to switch commenting systems (haloscan is accepting new members again, and i still hate enetation). yaccs is up more than enetation (or sadly haloscan), even though i have to refresh a couple of times every now and then to get the comments. it's still all good though.

secondly: i have almost no homework this weekend. a super shock, seeing as how teachers at our school like to make us suffer. so i only have to finish my calc worksheet(s).

this fact, however, does not help my non-social life.

my piercing is still being a bitch, but now i don't know if it really is infected, or just bruised like when i first got them pierced. which would make complete sense, it's just that i didn't remember it hurting this much. maybe that's because i didn't really touch them for a week after getting them pierced. ah well.

having nothing to do yesterday, i spent a hell of a long time over at homestar runner.com. i can never get enough of it. that and weebl and bob.

my new online project is to make a map of The City in the game i play daily. i used all my action points for the last two days trying to get to a certain street, turns out it wasn't at the place i was heading. so, i will try to fix this problem by creating a map to use.

my parents are working concession at the football game tonight (apparently everyone else was out of town on vacation). i doubt i'll go, but who knows. as long as i can get back before 10pm to watch dot hack.

mmm. off.

Thursday, August 28, 2003

waitin for you

what do you do when you're emotional? apparently i try to make myself stop thinking about whatever got me that way in the first place, and end up making it oh so worse.

i think my ear is infected. it's been hurting a hell of a lot since last week. and now i know they won't be healed in time (or at least that one), so i'm doubting they'll still be there by october (the piercings, not my ears). not what i wanted, but i can't do much more about it.

lesson learned: probably not the best thing to get both your ears pierced 13ga at the same time.

i think i'm really scaring the little children i have to drive home this week. i made the observation today that i drive infinitely worse with passengers in my car. and it doesn't help that my brakes don't work all that well.

anyone know of a job i could take on the weekends, i might be interested.

patrick stewart was in santa fe last night, at the college's planetarium. and i, of course, was doing homework.

i'm emotionally drained after this week. hopefully the three day weekend will do something to help that.

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

hold me closer tiny dancer

i've been on the net for an hour and a half. but it's been for a valid reason... i've been doing physics. and i sure hope that brooks got my quiz grade from the net.

much homework to do. no sociology or physics tomorrow, but i still have homework in both those classes that i have to do for friday.

must get off now.

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

need to vent

bah. BAH. so far it's been one bad day after another, and it's all because of school. fuck it. i'm not transfering out of calc. i'm not changing anything. it's an honors class, all i have to do is keep a C. which will majorly piss me off, but hey, it's better than stressing about the non-teacher.

and so what if senior year is supposed to be the best? it's just like any other year at that school. why on earth should i even think of having a good time?

so i'm taking it like i took seventh and eighth grade. live for the weekends. do it over again. and one day you'll get out of the dazed indifference and see that the year's halfway over.

if you can't hack the 4.0 gpa, fuck it. why does it matter getting out of state for college anyway? nothing really matters except your relationships, when you think about it. and i, i don't have many of those to worry about anymore.

school is overrated. you could teach your kid everything they'd need to know (k-12) by the time they're 10. it's just such a waste of time.

in other news, apparently my english teacher really liked my "college essay".

go figure.

Monday, August 25, 2003

general math hates me

i had a sad realization today. my favorite class is sociology. and i have only one female teacher (hmm coincidence it's sociology? hmm...).

nothing interesting. i can't figure out if we have late start or not on thursday. why can't they ever make up their minds?

i've been thinking way too much about college lately.

Sunday, August 24, 2003

wrong to be materialistic?

first, apparently today is bats day. this, my friends, would be the only reason for me to visit southern cal every year. that is, if i had money to get into the park. and school hadn't started yet.

two: senior ring ceremony is september 18 (my mom said 19, but then said that it wasn't a friday, so probably the 18). slightly pisses me off that i have to wait another 4 weeks to get it, but hey it's something to look forward too. then again, i don't think i'll be looking forward to that at that time.

i still have to do my homework and study for the physics test. i am seriously considering transferring out of calc and into erps class. which means i'm insane, but hey i'm going to be doing 2+ hours of homework per day anyway. at least this way it looks better for colleges to see that i dropped the honors class to do the ap class, instead of just dropping calc altogether.

altogether should be a word. is it? why yes, yes it is. thank you dictionary.com.

the google toolbar blocks popups! if i had known that when my dad put it on our computer, i would've used it a lot by now. added bonus: since google bought blogger, the toolbar has blogthis on it. which i probably knew, but just didn't pay attention to before.

my dad got home last night. LA to here in 11 hours.

i went into town yesterday to do some market research on cell phone plans. my grandpa only uses 2 (if any) minutes per month on his cellphone, and my mom never uses all 250 of hers. they're looking to get me a cellphone (for emergency purposes, 'cause you know how much i love to talk on the phone. um, yeah, that was just a little sarcastic), sharing my mom's minutes, but not paying a shitload for it. seems as if that's not really possible. it would be awesome if you could use sam's club phone cards for your cell phone (3.4 cents a minute baby!).

when i get a job, and have about $200 to waste, i'm buying .hack/sign on dvd. such an awesome show.

and then the crow was on last night too. another dvd i must buy... when we get a dvd player.

someone remind me to register for SATs and ACTs soon. i want to get at least a 1300 and 32 this time around.

i'm off to play awexome cross.

Saturday, August 23, 2003

52

and like trogdor, i am now addicted to awexome cross. seriously. now all they need is high scores.

i think i'm gonna go into santa today and look to change my parents' cell phone plan. to one that'll let us bank minutes between 3 phones, and let my grandpa keep The Brick (yes, my grandpa has a brick, it's an awesome phone. that and he's pretty much deaf... and only uses 2 minutes a month, at most). so yeah.

i only have to study for physics this weekend (i don't think studying will help though) and i can do my gov homework that's due thursday.

and i have to name the new puppy. i have this urge to just call her bitch. 'cause you know, it's technically correct.

Friday, August 22, 2003

sid hoffman or sid frenchman?

it's finally friday. this week has been... educational, as well as excruciating. all i can say is, christensen's a crackhead.

both weebl and bob and homestar runner have new stuff.

i watched fight club last week, and 25th hour yesterday, and now i'm hooked on ed norton.

apparently, i'm making a big mistake wanting to go into computers in college.

i say to them, fuck off.

we have no more cats. save the wild ones, but they don't count. and nikki was just getting used to ruling the property... when my neighbor brings my grandpa a new dog (sam aka the old man (the dog) died a week ago or so). it's a girl. it's a blue heeler. i don't know if nikki (australian shepard bitch) is gonna like her, or try to kick the crap out of her. should be interesting to watch. unlike when the pitbull from next door was trying to rip pancho (grandpa's other dog)'s throat out. i was really tempted to hit that dog. i hate the next door dogs. all 5+ of them.

my dad's in LA at the moment, he took my satan's stuff out there in a truck so we wouldn't have to pay for shipping.

with that said, as of today i am again a single child. it's so nice.

i'm concerned that my english teacher's gonna turn me in to the rat, since i wrote "i think about death... a lot" on the paper i handed in yesterday (see post below). those damn adults overreact so much these days.

i hate journals.

kinda ironic, seeing.

physics is going to rape me this year.

i had a chocolate shake about two hours ago. made me feel sick, but it was nice and cold and refreshing at the time.

i plan to majorly sleep in tomorrow.

i hate working in groups.

i've been having increasingly weirder dreams lately.

i occasionally write in cut off sentences, like i think.

is that how you spell excruciating?

i have to go now. off.

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

THE PERFECT EXAMPLE OF A BAD COLLEGE ESSAY

I don’t like talking about myself. I can never think of things to say that will make me sound interesting to people. The only things that pop into my head is that I like html, Star Trek, duct tape, and fire. Then people say “Yeah, but that doesn’t tell me a thing about you.” How do I respond to that?

I’m odd. I’m relatively quiet. I’m boring. I’m morbid, creepy, distant. I’d rather be talking about the state of blogs rather than the state of the world. I’m compulsive about schoolwork mainly because I don’t like thinking that I could’ve done better. I write better just rambling than trying to formulate an organized essay. I know what my set limitations are, and don’t strive to surpass them. I’m sarcastic and sometimes bitter. I’m a pessimist more often than an optimist. I think about death… a lot. I rely on logic in making my decisions. I’m not adventurous. I’m not bold, unless being bold is not caring what other people think of me. I’m emotional about little ridiculous things. I’m tired of oh so many situations, and can’t wait for a change. I value my freedoms. I’m passionate about nothing, save for when I feel I’m being screwed over by the Man taken advantage of. I don’t claim any religion, I don’t even claim a god. I can’t scream, I can barely even yell. I hate conflict, and try to avoid it as much as possible.

I tell people this, and they would prefer the Star Trek, duct tape, and fire answer. So I tell them. I enjoy scifi and the ideas in the Star Trek universe. I can ponder time travel and alternate realities for hours. I think duct tape is the answer to the everyday problem of broken items. It’s strong, adhesive, and looks awesome. I also know that both “duct tape” and “duck tape” are correct, and can tell you why. I hold fire to be my symbol. I love the look of fire, the necessary warmth, the destruction and creation, and the thought of what fire is. Of html, I like writing code and seeing how it translates into an aesthetically pleasing appearance. I like being able to have the ability to change the look and function of a page. I find it frustrating that I can’t format a document using html in Microsoft Word.

Other people would probably have different opinions on who they believe me to be, but I can only say how I see myself to be at this time. I know that I will change over time, but I will always keep my values and strive to learn as much as I can about things that interest me. For now, I can only be myself.

[um... i don't want to spend another 2-3 hours writing an essay that my teacher would actually like. and i have more homework to do. and blogger just ate my previous post of this, i'm not gonna rewrite what i wrote before. word.]

funny times at this is ridiculous high

i spelled ridiculous right. i think it was how i was pronouncing it that gave me the trouble... the sarcastic "this is so fucking re-diculous". yeah.

now i have to somehow write a "college essay" (i cannot explain to how how ridiculous this is to me) telling them about "me". so, in other words, they want me to say "i'm a bitter pessimistic person. and i don't like you. and i hate writing. screw off so i can go post." yeah, that'll work. i wrote the rough draft rambling on about blogs. i find that when i can't think of anything to write, i either ramble about blogs, or duct tape. i would ramble about flickerstick, but no one cares.

i'm not doing my homework right now. i am going to be seriously screwed in the homework area this year.

i'm off.

Tuesday, August 19, 2003

and this is when i say oh fucking fuck

new rule: do not hug kristin if you cannot avoid touching/smashing her ears. i do not appreciate the pain or the bleeding that results in this. and i would like to try and heal these things up by january. if i had 18ga (instead of 14ga), it probably wouldn't be that big of an issue. but, for my comfort and so that i won't be in an even more outrageously pissed off mood than i was before, don't do it.

thanks. really.

Sunday, August 17, 2003

why do i even bother?

yesterday, after getting another one of those annoying "upgrade AIM?" messages again, i finally decided to upgrade. after it was done, i see 3 more shortcuts on my desktop that weren't supposed to be there, and a downloaded .exe file that aohell put on my computer. like i'm gonna give up explorer. and then i remember, "isn't there supposed to be some super-evil worm around the net, and i just downloaded something from aohell from the net..." so, me not liking clutter (and since i haven't copied my files to disk in about 2 months), i got rid of aim. and i tried to get rid of all the other stupid files they put on my computer, don't know if it worked though. and now i have to go through the process of re-downloading aim. screw the worm, i'm getting my files off the computer first.

i had a really weird dream last night. i don't know where those things come from.

question: in technical terms, what are hiccups?

cripes, i have to do what little homework i have today, and go to superwalmart and get all the school stuff i need.

i actually contemplated designing a physics site throughout this year on friday. i wonder if it would get me extra credit...

i'm off. hope the worm doesn't kill my computer.

Saturday, August 16, 2003

"i want pie!"

do we ever realize how much time we have left in life? in our young age, do we ever take the time to think "this could be the day i die"? people don't like to think about death. it's a haunting thought that everyone knows that they're gonna die, but they put it off thinking they'll live a long, healthy, happy life.

but what if you did die today? how would your death impact the lives of your family, your friends? would it matter? would anyone care?

would you care?

the things that you'd miss. the joys, the sorrows, every little detail that you never noticed, would you regret not taking the time to notice them? every painful thing that happened to your body, every scrape, cut, bruise, burn, broken bone, illness or malady, were you ever thankful that you could feel that pain, because it meant you were still alive?

would you be content that when someone gave your eulogy at your funeral, they'd get it right, or would you regret that no one ever knew who you really were?

would you not have any regrets at all?

every single minute in every day, did you live them how you wanted to? and even if you couldn't live how you wanted, were you content and happy with what you did do with your life?

i've thought about death a lot in the past few years. maybe too much. death doesn't scare me, it never did. i was always puzzled when people would cry at funerals when i was little. i was taught that when people died, they went to heaven, that the point of life was to get into heaven. so why wouldn't people be celebrating that? heaven is a complete paradise, where you get to be with god and jesus, so why wouldn't we celebrate that they got to leave earth and go to paradise?

i never planned to live this long. for some reason, i was always convinced that i'd die before i graduated high school. and now that i'm here, i don't see myself as living past college.

i would think about different ways i could possibly die. i'd think about my funeral. i'd think about how my family would react to it. and it completely repulsed me, because i realized that they wouldn't have any idea of who i was. and then there were times that i thought about what it would be like if i did die when i was born, or if zack hadn't died, and they never thought about having a third child. would my family think about me like how i think about him? it's something to think about, you never even existing.

thinking about death now, does it scare me? no. living scares me a lot more than death could ever scare me. with death, you have regrets about what you didn't get to do or experience during life. there was always the possibility where it could've happened if you'd lived. but to live a full life, and still be miserable, and have regrets... you banked on those possibilities, but they never happened... what then? life scares me.

but what if i died today? what would i miss? regret that i did/didn't do in the past, or didn't get the chance to do in the future?

i would miss alex. everything about her. the conversations we'd have that mean a lot in life, friendship, the future, the present. the conversations we'd have with britt, me sitting on the floor listening to everything, speaking up every once and awhile.

i would miss kyle hugs. his views on life and anything else. the insane blast of energy he brings into a room. i'd regret never having all those conversations that i wanted to with him.

i'd miss the groups of friends i'd have around me at any given party or get-together.

i'd regret never speaking my mind, defending what i believe when The Man puts me down.

i'd regret not doing what i wanted to do because i wanted to avoid a conflict.

i'd regret not saying how i feel.

i'd regret never taking beautiful pictures, being the photographer that i've always wanted to.

i'd regret never being kissed.

i'd regret not getting my tattoo.

i'd miss music. i'd miss flickerstick, and regret that i never got to listen to the new music or see them in concert.

i'd miss never skiing taos again, regret not doing all the double blacks that i would enjoy more now, regret not doing al's run without biffing it every fifth mogul.

i'd regret never taking my own advice and writing my own will and eulogy.

i'd regret never using my talents for something useful.

i'd regret never having the time to build up some decent self-esteem.

i'd regret not being myself at all times.

-- yeah, this was about what happened yesterday, but then again it's been on my mind a lot. i'll try to keep this in mind this year, see how much of a difference it makes.

Thursday, August 14, 2003

day 0

cripes. i just read a nice fight over in the comments at gutrumbles. ok, i lied. i didn't read the whole thing. one of my contacts is freaking out, and it was a very long thing to read. but i skimmed a good bit of what i didn't read.

anywho. it's lightening outside, so i must try to make this short.

i got a top locker. made my day.

i have mr. spray for english, not br. andre, and have mr. sharer for gov/econ, not mr. garcia. should be interesting.

that's... about all i have to say right now.

oh yeah, my car gets 16 gallons (gas), not 12. which means i can go at least 150 miles more than i have been.

ahok, i'm done.

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

i like the orange dano template. it's the nicest, simplest one i've seen, not to mention easy on the eyes. the green one, now that's just... well i don't enjoy green.

i haven't gotten around to fixing my template anymore. the only coding stuff i've done in the past, month, is alex's archives. which made me want to fix my archives. but then i remembered that i wanted to look around for a nicer template, preferably in css.

my venture out today was a complete bust. nada could be found. i have one pair of sterling silver earrings in right now, but i'm convinced my ears are going to freak out. i'm allergic to almost anything. which is why i've always worn gold. and now surgical steel. bah. i don't want silver, but it might have to do if i want them all to match.

bah. i'm off.

Tuesday, August 12, 2003

sales are awesomes

damn. what a day. now if only we could've gotten my pants on sale. then it would've been killer.

i got new shades and earbuds, must look for earrings maƱana. also found an awesome messenger bag, but it was $65, so i'm gonna look for it on the net.

i cleaned my car yesterday, and got hooked on windex. i think i'm gonna add that to the essentials: duct tape, a lighter, and now windex.

so school things seem cleared away, i've got my pants (for now, unless i can find a size 12 somewhere), cleaned my car, have my new mattress and now with today we have sheets, all i have to do is clean my room before monday.

oh yeah, and do my nails. i damned near ripped my thumb nail off again on sunday when we got home from burque. i need to use my nail-repair kit thing, and then paint them all so i won't have to worry about them. for about a week.

i really want to get together with somebody tomorrow, but i have no idea where everyone is. still at work? gone? i don't know. maybe this'll keep me from spending the little bit of money i earned last week.

i'm off.

Monday, August 11, 2003

and counting?

i don't know if i want to post about yesterday. too much stuff, and it's not all that interesting the day after. bah.

first off: i missed sounds like that's blogaversary. well, not so much missed it as was too out of it to post then. i remember last year, helping alex set up that blog (and the 3 commenting systems i went through before i settled on using enetation for it), the walkie talkies and pudding, and the wonderfulness of having one of my friends blogging (of course it started before that, but it doesn't count until you get your own blog). so congrats on one year of blogging. here's to 3000 more hits the next year.

that said, today seems to be pyromania's blogaversary too. oddly i started this "personal blog" because i felt that too many people knew about my other blog, and that i couldn't write what i wanted on it anymore. so i started pyromania for the purpose of writing exactly how i felt at the time. thoughts going through my head, my worries, my rants, the journey of sorting stuff out in my head. did it work? partly. i wrote long, ranting posts in the beginning, fading out to short ranting posts in the end. the end. i thought about it more than once this summer, but that's probably because it was one of the worse summers that i remember. things will even out now that school's starting. less time to post, so less posting, so more of what i really want to say will come out. hopefully.

so to recap: "personal blog"? not so much anymore, but i want to try to change that.

one year down.

Saturday, August 09, 2003

exactly

and this, my friends, is one of the reasons why i read pandora's casket:
It amazes me how honest some people can be, how sure of themselves. I am finding more and more out about someone I thought I knew, someone I thought I had a grasp on and now I realize I never knew her and you never really know someone. Sure you can predict their behavior and you can assume their reaction from seeing it over and over. You can know what's going on in their life and perhaps what they think about it, but you will never get past that 2nd skin. That part inside them that holds them together, you will never truly know what makes them tick. What keeps them going. What little, disregarded dream makes them get up in the morning. Even if they tell you, you can't picture it the way they do, and you can't understand it the way they do. So why do we try? Why do we put ourselves out into the world to find that person we can truly know and love if we will never know them?
i'm a little out of it right now. i took some ibuprofin almost half an hour ago... it hasn't kicked in yet. i really want to get out today, spend some time with my friends. but non of them are on aim, and i never call anyone, so that will most likely not happen. ah well.

i have a feeling next week will be hectic. i don't want to be anxious or worry about anything. i don't want to be unsure. i don't want to not be myself. i just want to glide back into school, into the routine of it all. i haven't decided if i want this year to be about grades, or fun. focusing on next year, or focusing on myself and the present. i don't know.

and i probably won't know until it's too late.

Thursday, August 07, 2003

the long version

[disclaimer] if you're one of those people that's squeamish at all about blood, or just doesn't like to read my long rants, skip this one.

so, last tuesday my orthodontist (dr. hernandez) says that in order for them to take my braces off, i have to have this little procedure done by my dentist. they won't take my braces off until 6 weeks after the procedure, so i was pretty pissed that the only time they could fit me in at my dentist was the 28 of august. but they called me up at 3 and said they had an opening, and to get my ass down there.

see, i believed dr. h when he said it was a "little procedure". my dentist however told me that he hates doing this. this set me on edge, why should my dentist hate doing a little procedure? i found out when they sat me down and said "ok, we're gonna have to numb you up with shots quite a bit". they sure weren't kidding. (sidenote: the last time i got shots in my mouth was in second grade when this whole tooth fiasco started). it's quite something to hear him say "you're gonna feel a little pica" and then not feel a damn thing, until i feel the pressure inside my gum and the needle feel like it hit my tooth (i don't think it did...). after the second shot my eyes started watering. they apparently thought i was in so much pain i was crying, i told them later it was an involuntary response to getting the shots, but i don't know if they could understand me. all in all, i got 10 shots, two on each tooth. now the easy part.

see, the "little procedure" was that they had to cut the fibers (i could get more in detail but that would take another paragraph) on five of my teeth. this required my dentist to get under the gum on the front and back of the five teeth with one of those metal pick-like things and, well, rip cut the fibers. oh yeah, not that bad until you hear the popping sound when he rips cuts them. thought when this started: "they're RIPPING THROUGH MY GUMS!!!" and it's a good thing i like medical stuff, or else i would've freaked when i saw them suck up the blood through that straw thing. it's really weird when i couldn't feel anything they were doing to me, but i could taste the blood in my mouth. and then all was done and i was left to go home with a numb mouth. my nose is even numb. it would freak me out, except that i find it all pretty cool.

all in all, it wasn't painful. discomfort, yeah, a bit at certain points. but i have a pretty high threshold for pain. the only thing i really have a problem with is when my joints hurt, or i have a headache (go figure). like everything else that has had to do with my braces, i found it quite fascinating (i actually entertained the thought of going to college to become an orthodontist when i was at one of my appointments. i thought it was that cool).

the interesting part now: i can't feel my lips! i can't feel if my teeth are touching each other or not! the bottom of my nose is numb and slightly tingling! ok that last one is a little weird. wow, i actually just thought that i could get my nose pierced right now and not feel a damn thing. for that matter, i could get my lip pierced too. and a labret piercing (aren't those uncomfortable??). holy shit i'm hooked. i just went to bme to look at labrets. oy.

what was i talking about? oh yeah, being numb. anyway, all the discomfort and (interesting) numbness is totally worth it. why? because if all else goes well i'll get my braces off in about six weeks, or my closest appt. after that.

that will be one hell of a long post.

i'm off to surf bme. (sidenote: i just realized i don't have bme on my links. will change that shortly.)

funny sad

so: projected release date of the ep is september 13th. hopefully they'll have it available at the connextion sometime around then too.

i have to find time to go into burque and get pants for school. preferably before book day.

hmm... goal for today: either clean my room, or clean my car. it's damn hot outside, so i'll probably clean my room.

edit

so i fixed the last post to define that they're the 52 favorite songs that i currently have the cd's to. it makes me not feel as bad this way, since i know i left out a whole bunch of my favorite songs. so yeah.

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

52 favorite songs (in my collection)

i stole the idea of 50 favorite songs from alex. actually, i butchered my starting list of 153 songs down to 52 (my 52 is like my 165, or brian's 27, except with a better connotation). this list is only made up of songs that i have the cds to (excluding glycerine and tainted love. they are definitely favorites). if i had included foreign language songs, instrumentals, queen, the beatles, etc. etc. etc, and then maybe excluded flickerstick, staind, linkin park, and creed from the list (excluded because i like the whole cd... that's roughly 11 cd's worth of songs right there)... well, then it would be... more rounded? also, i'm sure that if i tried to put together all my favorite songs, i'd forget about fifty. or so.

bold= artist, (#)= number of songs, italics= album

flickerstick: (10)
welcoming home the astronauts (226 records & epic versions)

lift, got a feeling, beautiful, smile, coke, sorry, you’re so hollywood, hey, direct line, execution

staind: (10)
dysfunction

mudshovel

break the cycle

fade, it’s been awhile, outside, waste

14 shades of grey

price to pay, how about you, so far away, reality, blow away

smashing pumpkins: (5)
mellon collie and the infinite sadness

zero, bullet with butterfly wings, fuck you (an ode to no one), muzzle, bodies

linkin park: (5)
hybrid theory

in the end, forgotten

meteora

somewhere i belong, faint, breaking the habit,

bush: (1)

glycerine

soft cell: (1)

tainted love

counting crows: (1)
recovering the satellites

goodnight Elisabeth

ben folds: (2)
ben folds live

emaline, brick

jimmy eat world: (1)
bleed American

get it faster

tears for fears: (4)
shout: the very best of tears for fears

mad world, shout, everybody wants to rule the world, woman in chains

creed: (5)
my own prison

torn, my own prison, what’s this life for, one

weathered

one last breath

fuel: (2)
fuel
shimmer

something like human

hemorrhage

incubus: (3)
make yourself

drive

morning view

wish you were here, are you in?

matchbox 20: (2)
yourself or someone like you

busted

more than you think you are

could i be you

Monday, August 04, 2003

long live el dangeroso

first off: when you start a diet, is it common to crave everything you can't eat? that's how it's been for me all weekend. the only thing keeping me from giving in is the knowledge that i'd most likely feel sick afterward. and the experiment continues.

secondly: flickerstick just finished the ep. it has six tracks, and their working on making the dvd from footage of the cac show to put with it. projected release date: fall 2003. since they don't have to mess with any major record company, i'd think that odds are it'll be out before december, hopefully november. who knows, now that they're signed up with war?. they're also going into studio to record the next album in september, so as for now the release date of before end of january 2004 looks good.

so much flickerstick to look forward to this year. and special appearances by el dangeroso.

speaking of flickerstick, i saw cac (but not whta) at borders the last time i was there. made me happy.

oh yeah, and apparently the street team's site is permanently dead. no matter though. not like we're doing much right now.

i had a really scary thought last night: when i get my braces off, they're gonna take another round of x-rays. which means i'll have to take my earrings out. that's not even a full four months since i got them pierced. and cripes, is it gonna hurt trying to put those bastards back in. hopefully it'll only be a matter of minutes, and taking them out won't make the piercings angry, and it'll be no problem. the only other thing i can think of is if there is a problem, put in 16 ga. instead of the 14 ga.

i think about this way too much.

oy, and now i just spent another half an hour over at bme. i love that place.

Sunday, August 03, 2003

.hack/sign

the only anime type thing that i'd ever watched was digimon. and then, a couple of weeks ago, i found .hack/sign on cartoon network. awesomes. it's dark, creepy, and anime. now it seems i'm hooked. too bad it only comes on saturday nights at 10.

my dad went on a buying binge today. we went to burque for... well i'm not sure what we went for, but i think it was a new couch. we looked at couches, and ended up buying a desk and mattress for my satan. and oh, it doesn't stop there. my dad bought a mattress for them, and one for me. granted, we all need actual beds, our backs are shot, but i don't know where he has the money to pay for all that stuff.

oh wait, i do. that yearly bigass loan they're taking out every year.

oh well. at least i'll be able to sleep now.

hopefully.

Saturday, August 02, 2003

oy

i spent about an hour yesterday cleaning up the code in my template. it's got a lot of stuff that seems like it doesn't need to be repeated. so i'm either gonna change it to css, or scrap it and make a new one for pyromania's blogaversary. which is in what, a little over a week? damn, i should've switched over long ago.

things i have to do in the next week: get pants for school. try to change dentist appt. to sometime closer to now instead of the 28th. clean car. clean room (again). price earrings. start waking up at 8am every day.

bah. and i have to stop drinking sodas. shouldn't be that hard to do, considering i've cut all other excess sugar from my diet.

Friday, August 01, 2003

damn
cripes was i on a tangent yesterday. that almost never happens.