Public Service Announcement

We found this song by supposedly Neil Young, Bob Dylan, and The Dead called "Eggshells". The chorus goes:

Eggshell, Eggshell
Help me seperate my yolk from my whites

I don't think it sounds like any of those musicians. However, it sounds more like Neil Young than anything. Since I'm a crazy Dylanphile and know all his stuff, I can guarantee he's not in there at all. Maybe Neil Young and some members of the Dead jammed together and somehow it was leaked???? It's very stripped down. But it's like a huge mystery. The music is GREAT. It's kind of like The Eels, just more acoustic and raw. I don't know where to find it. When I find it again, I'll link it.

Here's the stupid public service announcement:
If you know ANYTHING about this song, please somehow let me know. It's going to haunt me forever.

..Later...

THINKING OF IDEAS FOR PRETENTIOUS LIST

1. If you're Insert Name Here III, or the IV, you use it in everyday life and write it on name tags.
2. You posted that stupid Hipster Revolution video on youtube. Arrgh I'd like to smack them.

Kicking Babies and Old Folks

Where does The Arcade Fire get their clothes? They are so funky.

I'm thinking about what various things to write about, and in the future I'm going to do a whole blog post called the Case Against Pretentiousness (spelled wrong). Oh, how I hate pretentious people. Their band is always better than yours, and their clothes are dirtier/funkier.

I want to go head to head against the Arcade Fire and take them down!!! No, they'd win because they have their sonic melodies and French accordians. And I have like an Irish fiddle. That's pretty cool, though. I got the Dropkick Murphys, and we'd head butt those Canadians.

Alright, alright. So I'll think about ideas for it, and various lists I can make up of my favorite movies explained and stuff.

I dreamt Nicole Kidman was my mom, and Crispin Glover was dating her. It was odd. Then my brother was at an airport and his friend was pistol whipping security.

**Note: I actually like The Arcade Fire a whole lot, better than the Dropkick Murphys.

"Then I'm Miles Davis"

HEY!! I'm in Ocean City, NJ with Trrrrrrans Buttah! We are searching for turn tables, and smacking kids on the beach with sand. Those silly kids.

I realize that Al's sweet sixteen is coming up, and I need to buy a cool dress. I wish I weren't a poor struggling artist.

Well, I watched Speed today. It was pretty good, you know, an action film. Some of the dialogue was pretty stupid though. No wonder Keanu couldn't emote.

Today C. and I tried to make a list of our Top Ten Guys in the Macaroni Grill. Using the paper tablecloth and "Eggplant" Crayolas, we pondered the list. Our top three is James Dean, Joaquin Phoenix, and George Clooney. Anything other than that we were stumped. I mean of course you've got Johnny Damon and Keanu Reeves, but where would they place? Eventually I'll list it here; as if anyone cares.

You know, I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens. I don't really like him, though. I like the whole "Come on! Feel the Illinoise!" But his voice gets on my nerves, and I can just imagine all the hipster kids freaking out over "John Wayne Gacy, Jr." I don't know, everybody. I guess Sufjan Stevens is ok. Rather listen to Wilco. Or VU.

Taxi Driver is such a good movie! Robert DeNiro is the man, everyone. Really. Travis Bickel. I was laughing; I know someone with that last name. He doesn't drive a taxi and I don't think he's on the verge of a breakdown, but he is a little odd. If he ever asks me to go to the movies with him, I'll have to decline though.

Fresh Out of Parrots

It's me and Trans Buttah! JK. Thanks, Trans B. Well, everyone, this is what my hair looks like (on the left, of course). Yay.

This morning I woke up and rolled over and thought, "Oh my God something is not right," like the nun in Madeleine. It's weird to have short hair when you're used to it being down to your back.

Today I have to get all my crap together. This includes doing all of my laundry and cleaning my room. :-(

Tomorrow I'm seeing Naachooo Libre!

This is the first time I've ever posted pictures before without the help of my computer-esque friends, so let's hope this works. I hope you don't see a little red box. But now I look like this (it's scary, this chick's face even looks like me), but my hair is a bit longer. So I guess I kind of look like Amelie.



Except I don't have bangs, and I've got curly hair. LOL. It all worked out, I look good.

The Dream Is Real

I don't want to sing today, guys. Instead, I want to keep planning my trip and I want to get my hair cut.

The problem is, though, ummm- do I really want my hair short? Part of me wants to cut my hair, the other part of me is scared I'll miss it long. I'm afraid people will be like, "What happened? Where did your Botticelli curls go?"

NOOOOOOO!! Now I don't know what do. I'll update later with info on the hair situa-shon.

3:47

Last night the ghost of George Harrison possessed Alli's Mac.

"thisisapictureofthebeatlesandthey'rereallycuteandallilikespaul"-Alli

Now we see the Beatles learning a valuable lesson on how to run from the fuzz when they come to bust George for the illegal sipping of "tea". Let me tell you a little story.

Once upon a time in Liverpool, where the Liverpudlians used to hang out, there were four young men who liked cars...who liked girls...who liked rock and roll. A sensation was born. Not only was this band remembered for decades, habadada habbada but their music transcended the space time continuum, and the only music to be ever heard on Mars. While Agent Mulder and Agent Scully investigated the Alien/Human Hybrids, they were rocking out to such hits as, "This Bird Has Flown", and "Mean Mr. Mustard". George became a Hindu God, Lennon became bigger than Christ, Paul divorced his wife with the one leg, and Ringo..... Did you know his real name is Richard Starkey?

Zao-om-bie Zao-om-bie AYY OOOH

Hello, children. I'm ready for summer. Today was Friday in Summer Speak.




I WISH I SOUNDED LIKE THIS, SO I COULD SCARE THE CHILDREN.




Well, this isn't my bio teacher but I certainly know the "Four more years!" damn hippy, and a few other people. I WISH this were my bio teacher. Instead of my crazy chem teacher who jlistened to the Jersey Boys soundtrack 24/7 and gave me major attitude.

You know that you're doing everything right when you and your mom are listening to "Radio Free Europe" and she says, "You know, I don't like REM as much as The Smiths or Belle and Sebastian." :-) Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"I Gotta Rock. You're a Punk"

I just saw the most disturbing video of young Beck in 1986 singing and playing guitar with a few friends. It scared me a lot. Who knew that in two years Beck would be singing folk songs with Calvin Johnson, and writing about crazy girlfriends who shave his arms? I'll have to link it later.

In other news, the biggest thing on my mind is what ghost tour to go on in Edinburgh. The vaults look crazy scary (not as scary as Beck's mouth crashing into the camera, though). But the scariest has got to be Greyfriars Cemetary. There have been, according to this one organization that tours the cemetary exclusively, 470 attacks and 131 collapses. People faint all the time, and get so paranoid that they actually never complete the tour and have to leave. People get wake the next day with scratches, cuts, and bruises. Honestly, I wouldn't mind getting a bit black and blue, but I don't think I want to run the risk of having my "mum" smacked by the poltergeist of Sir George Mackenzie. It would forever ruin our Edinburgh experience. I guess I'll have to skip Greyfriar's.

http://www.blackhart.uk.com/cotd/gallery/?img=010#gallery

Sorry, Greyfriars. Maybe another time.

So I guess I'll just tour the underground vaults, which look very scary but not as mind blowing as the possibility of attack and harassment by invisible Scottish forces.

:-)

ok i'm still alive. i'm not dead. the finals didn't eat me. but five hour long ceremonies certainly did. ahhh

It's Better Than Bad; It's Good

Oh my gosh ummm I am nervous about finals. I take everything I said before back. I am royally screwed. Didn't study. It's all my fault. Hopefully I won't get caught when I have to cheat. Maybe we'll have a proctor that's really stupid and will let us take out our notes. Maybe it'll be a Group Test. Maybe the school will catch on fire. Maybe there will be no tomorrow. Maybe some senior will pull the fire alarm like last year.

htjeklajfidolajf;l;;;;;;;; III HHKLHF ALF

i got published!!!!! AND YOU DIDN'T!!!

And I'm not nervous about finals anymore, because they don't affect your final grade for the marking period. However, I need to pass the freaking chemistry test. Ahh. Oh, well.

I'm going to Ocean City soon, with Trans Buttah. I hope that I'll be able to stay a week, instead of just like two days. Now I just have to focus on getting W. to bring Disintegration in before school ends, and focus on um not failing chemistry. eeeeeeehh

Afterall, I brought the mf'in cookies

I wrote a story the other day and one of my favorite characters is your stereotypical Smiths fan, and stays in the house a lot. For some reason, I always am interested in people who are total recluses. They're more interesting than you. Except Emily Dickinson was really overrated.

I had a bad day, just like that song. I'm mad at my inability to put into words how I feel inside, how I can only be sarcastic. Just like my one sarcastic friend that driiives mee crraazzy but I love him anyway.

Desmond Bumbazzo

Desmond Bumbazzo is the name of a child my friend dreamed up. Desmond Bumbazzo is pure English through and through, and is one of thirteen children. Other than the creation of Desmond Bumbazzo, we are very happy because we're going to see the Chili Peppers this October when they come around. The quest for tickets and even permission to see this band has cost us many tears and much travels throughout Teenage Wasteland. However, now the tide has changed and we're going to see them. It should be fun. However, if Morrissey were to come it would be cooler because he is only the best. But for now we'll settle with my friend's first concert experience- the Chilis.

Screws fall out all the time, sir. it's not a perfect world

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