Heheh w00t, talking longer than me in one sentence, NOT FAIR! In a few seconds here, I am going to devise the longest sentence ever, one that consists of much nonsense and other such entities of babble, and am going to stretch it out to the longest extent possible, perhaps so long that it may induce a comatose state in its peruser, perhaps an aneurysm or such other maladies, in which case I would feel exceptionally horrible because I was trying to be on top of the literary dung heap, and all it has brought me is death, chaos, and destruction, the three black goats of creation, christened before time and held only by the bonds of reality as we know it, the impermeable realm of what is considered as "true", until such times as they are needed, and if this sentence (which has become the longest sentence on Antiphilanthropy and, in fact, ever) does kill someone, we shall know that their services have been duly rendered on this earth once again, starting here on my humble 'net abode and spreading the whole world over as they have since man first interacted, O brutal agony.

That was the biggest bit of psychobabble I've ever heard, but I WIN! \v/h0 c|@ /\/\@|\|? i c|@ /\/\@|\|!

\/\/00T!

3L337 is ASS-BAD. Hoo-ah!

I just finished another song for the official demo! That makes two out of a necessary "eight", and hopefully a "ten", because I'd rather just hear them all now, instead of playing out in my head like they always do. But the newest one, Painpainted sounds rather like it did in my head...Problems, the other, is significantly close. There's lots of screaming in Painpainted, it's amazing. It reminds me of Linkin Park, and it would make sense that I was listening to them a lot at the time of the authoring of this song. Amazing.

So I figure, since I've been thus turned down in English, that the only way to get out of it will be to not be here at all...that means, I'm going to come home every day and finish at least one song, and hopefully I'll get the tape approved, and hopefully I'll need to go record, and hopefully I'll go touring...in which case...G'BYE BENTW00D!

EEk, perhaps before I was a bit scared to go anywhere, but now I have some incentive (despite it being a bit juvenile), so I figure I'll just act on it and pay with a heroin OD when I'm 30 (I get to die later Abby, YAY!) and such.

But that will require finding someone that'll take us on, us and our "non-descript genre" selves. Some guy who listened to us the other day defined us as being "punk"...that's badass. I dunno what we are. It like...hip-hop, hard rock, punk, metal, etc., probly a thousand things and that's why I can't label me. Cry. But that doesn't really matter because the next album (Into the Outside, BUY TODAY!) is going to be incredibly heavy and most of the songs are already in the works...more punk-ish. But that, friends, is for another day.

WOW, I'm jacked on caffeine and I just got done recording and sweating all over the place from doing it (drumming with no fans on, no windows open, closed AC vent...for sound quality, as abysmal as it is). YAY! And now I'm going to Nashville, so you troopers have a wonderful day and I'll see ya down on the upside.

Hoo-AH!

Yes, I attest, because I told her, and I'M NOT DEAD!!!! Just thought I'd share. Actually, she took it really well. She was just like "Lindsey, you know I'll support you in whatever you do." which I know already, but forgot, but she really does support me in whatever craziness I get myself into, except for when it comes to Ryan, then she pwns me, but that's ok, because by that time I need to diem, but other than that is very supportive and I love her to death, she's the bestest friend ever. *Gasp* Thatwasaverylongsentence... But she's the coolest coolest coolest THANK YOU FOR NOT BEING MAD AT ME ABBY!!!!

Hell no he won't. Leastways I'll kill him.

With a gun!

I'm about to write my shrink's analysis on my psycho today. I was christened with my "Ph. D." for good shrinking skills, WHEE! So I bought a little notebook to analyse stuff like that and put other random stuff. For instance, starting today, in about three or four years, I could tell you what I had for breakfast...TODAY. I'll definitely be breaking that little cliché in no time.

I'm seriously diggin' Psycho-logy because it has less to do with facts and more with gut instinct and personal thought, and for some reason it's a really easy class to connect with. I've only been in there two days and it's my fav. ever.

Plus I've been thinking of being a shrink for a long time, so that just ices the fragging cake.

In other news...I was almost finished recording another song (Problems) and suddenly my room decided to have a problem of its own in the matter of voltage...the room is f0cking dead. Well sort of. It has to do with messing up my gain structure...or how much sound I can get without getting distorted. So right now, I can get almost no volume and all gain. So for what you hear, it's a little fuzzy buzz in the background. And it was going SO WELL! The gain was PERFECT on the drums, all I had to do was some decibel adjustments and now they sound GREAT. And the bass went INCREDIBLY too, it sounds really nice and I got a good reverb (sort of shower room echo, that's reverb) on it too...and some delay (takes part of the sound and broadcasts it a few seconds later) which makes it sound even better. And THEN...the ALMIGHTY RIFF that goes in the chorus along with accompaniment rhythm. So I was about to do the heavy guitars.

Eh? Why's the little bar-mahickey not going up?

For those of you less educated in musical terminology, "bar-mahickey" refers to the digital readout of gain I'm getting from the source signal, in this case, my guitar. Now you know, fools. HAHAH JK

It was really cool in Mrs./Ms. (married? I dunno) Bayrd's class today because she was making fun of Confederations and she talked about one going on in the 1980s. She believes that these people should look at past confederations and see the mistakes therein, but because they didn't, Mrs./Ms. Bayrd let go a booming, "FOOLS!" and continued on. So from now on, when I'm slightly peeved at someone or trying to be annoying, I shall be using the terms "YOU CAN GET BACK TO WORK!" and "FOOLS!" at whatever juncture necessary. Along with "w00t" and "downer", as Lindsey can attest that I did today, to Julian for some reason.

Julian didn't point out the fact that Downer is, in fact, a Nirvana song, and I thought he was the biggest Nirvana-head ever. He made fun of my cKy pin today and asked me if I liked EMO...wherever the hell he gets that cKy is EMO...plus, EMO is badass anyway, yo. Taking Back Sunday, for instance. ASS-BAD.

So guys, that's it. I'm really long winded and I should be shot with a gun or bow and killed. Thank you for your time.

This is J-Funk-Killa saying "PEACE!"

You have no idea how much better that makes me feel, but Rachel's back, so who knows what can happen. If he finds out, he'll transfer back. No, surely he won't, but still...

I know I know not to but...just thought I would mention. He's a really incredibly psychotic kid. I wouldn't be surprised to find a copy of Catcher on his person, sumwharz. He's going to Middle College forever, so he's removed from the total picture...no worries. Unless I keep running into him at the mall. But yah.

Whee everyone's in for Firehouse, bonus...well, a couple o' ya anywayz. I miss all of you already...*crying*.

So anyways Lindseyreid (intentional spelling), Nosy-Rosie-Posie-Tao-Tao-LilChi-Jiang, Z, Will, Brittany (if you're on), and all of the wonderful viewers of this establishment...HAVE AN EXCELLENT DAY!

heheh guys...that means that we have an interesting love life.
Anyway I'm for firehouse if I can get my parents to let me. He-we-can't-speak-of is going to Middle College for the whole year so linds can breathe. Enjoy!
Byebye

You KNOW not to mention that name in my presence. Abby will KILL you if she finds out you did, meaning of course, I have to tell her. But is he going to BHS again this year, or is he in middle college? Rachel's back from Alabama, yeah, she was in jail, and I'm scared out of my mind. I'm in for Firehouse. My b-day weekend again, or before? I had 2 and a half curls too.

Yo yo Bs and Gs.

Alex was over tonite and gave me dinner, what a good guy. I lay starving to death, and he called and was equally starving and tired as I was, so he brought some chicken wings and we ate them, then Alex narrowly missed a windshield while hitting a baseball, and all the while I shouted odd noises that echoed off of nearby houses and sang such songs as Chinese Freestyle, Santa's Coming (cKy version of course, "Is there anything you can do? YOU CAN GET BACK TO WORK!), and The Skeletor Song. There's also a really cool dood down the street named Cody, he has an electric scooter and he was riding around helping us get the ball back when we hit it, and he brought up that he can play guitar, so Alex and I naturally looked at each other and watched each other's lightbulbs come on, and we ran over yelling "SCOOTER KID COME OVER!" He said he had to go, so I invited him to the session tomorrow where we will test him out. If he isn't much good, he can just do all the rhythm and I'll take the leads. I'm just happy to have a dood now, I dun really care how good he can play as long as he can play. He looks like a punx0r kid tho...so time's gonna tell on this one.

And also...Kenzie's not out of school tomorrow, so we're short one demi-bass player until this weekend, whereupon she has consented to learn the bass parts from me. Lily might also be coming to watch, so she can report back about the wonderful joys of a session. WHEE! Sessions are only good if we're hyper. Other than that, we just like hearing ourselves play the songs and making them feel good...hence the audience is bored. However, you should have seen the practice sessions for Freedom, and look at the end result there. The sessions were boring even for me...that has a lot to do with the fact that I only did one song, tho, and I had to watch Joe tell bad jokes and try to sing rawk songs, the poor guy. But hey, I'm pretty sure that we were well-liked by all.

So w00t. I went to the mall today, for the second time this week...and consequently, for the second time this week, I've met Ryan Jones both times while walking out of Hot Topic. Today he was talking about being stoned and screwing...I had no idea what he was talking about. But he did talk a lot and I just sort of sat there and let the pot fumes permeate the essence of my being...it was HELLA STRONG. But yah...at least it was worth it, I found something cool in HT that is, in fact, incredibly cool.

But otherwise, this day has been a real downer. When I ran today I was so tired that I passed out when I finally got back. But then I watched BET for a while and Chingy was on so that made up for it. Then I redecorated my room a bit and got my pedal board working, after having it broken for the last, what, six months?, so I was excited. Then I put up my pics of Abby on my nightstand and admired them for a while, she looks so nice. My mom went on another date tonite, and my sis was at Colour Guard, so again, I had the house to myself.

Alex is now officially my bitch. He said if I let him take this combat knife I have and stab it thru my door he would play anything I wanted him to. In fact, I let him do it four times. It doesn't matter since we're getting new ones, and he knows it, but still. My door looks hella wykd now, it's got a kick mark at the bottom from where my foot met it once, the beginnings of a scratching of "Stranglebox" in the wood, several dart marks, four knife marks, two of which went all the way thru, and a punch mark where Alex got miffed and decided that my door was to blame. I beat him mercilessly for that one, that was before my mom goes, "NU DOORS, W00t!" But still. He f-ing punched a hole in my f-ing door. *cry* No more privacy for me, not that I'm really doing anything to warrant any mistrust but still...my piggy had two and a half curls on the tail...har har har.

That personality test, the one with the pig, told me that I was optimistic or a realist...meaning I'm no longer a downer...WHAT? What happened? Did something profound strike my manically depressed soul in the past few days?

Actually, yes.

Been doing lots of thinking, and I figure the past isn't worth holding onto if it's covered in spikes, and that not every situation is exactly the same...I had that prob for a long time, that and thinking that the world was yin and yang, a balance in everything...it doesn't. Some things are one or the other and the world is good with that, and after all, it your perception of a matter that counts, not whether the situation is innately "good" or "bad".

So that's mein philosophics for the day. Congrats to all the Latin/German peeps for losing Shinky, I'm crying right along with you, you lucky bastards! And good luck to all, and to me too, for this wonderful year.

And dudes...we have to do Firehouse again, who's in?

BLAH, wellz every time I try to publish it gives me this weird error message and tells me the BLog is out of memory. Must be my LAN...it's also giving me the dumb publishing screen, where I have to press "Manage Posts", etc. when I want to look at another for reference. I have a feeling they do this when they're making some coding changes. But still...the other version looks fine to me, unless some peeps are doing really weird stuff with their BLogs and it's causing problems.

The Net is gay.

Happy Hellday all!

$|<00(|-| this is my L337 net handle, BONG...it reads "Skooch", by the way.

Abby is coming home in practically three seconds, yay! That makes me incredibly happy, what after this downer of a day.

That's my two new words, "w00t", after the already-used and infamous word, and "downer", after the amazing Nirvana song of the same name, to describe the two ends of the spectrum of coolness.

I'm going to go run and kill myself now, peace aout dawgz.

Have you run out of memory Antiphilanthropy??? No, it doesn't look like it.

RRAGGHHH they changed it again.......nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

But anywayz, yes, I did write a song about Jared, and I called it Problems. It's a really ass-bad song too...in my head, that is. For now, anyway.

Anyway, Happy Hell's Eve, everyone, and I'll see you all at the front tomorrow, somewhere.

Ugh, I can't count. Anyway, my b-day is on a sunday. You wrote a song about Jared??

Yah Gunter really pushed the buttons this time.

In reply to Linds's post...well, to the one's that are directed at me:
1) aww woot, thx. And we know Rosie...never listen to me.

2) Cody Blonder? Stupid things?

3) I miss her MORE heheh, yes you are...well.....nah, I'll try to take as many bullets as I can for ya.

4) Entirely true about the caves, they're bitchin'.

6) No offense intended to John. A lot of people, actually, have been killed by murderers with a copy of this book, and I was serious about the murdering part. There was one part where Salinger talks about crushing someone's head and I felt really weird...so I wouldn't suggest this book to anybody, because there's really some unintended psychological effect that comes from it. Then again, it might be just some psychobabble placebo effect or whatnot.

7) "h4ck4ur$" is L337 for "hacksaurs"...actually, it should be spelled "h4ck$4ur$", I left out one "s".

8 (part 1!)) Yep, she was there, I think she quit high school or something and works there, she was really young. She was the cashier.

8 (part 2!)) That I did! That was me wanting to be black right thaar. And btw, Chingy is the best songwriter ever. The song Right Tharr has officially become my fav. song in the entire world and I'm going to be dressing in FUBU and speaking ebonics from now on.

(that is a BIG J/K for the slower ones of us)

9 (part 1!)) Jared for whom I have written a song? Good guy, he.

9 (part 2!)) AWW w00t frakkin' w00t. B-dayz=bitchin' no matter what, and two days of wait, bah. Actually, your b-day is on a Saturday this year, yes? So you'll actually have to take it on the 22 day because it's closed on Mondays. Actually I probably grossly miscalculated there...that's why I'm in Algebra II standard right now. Ya ain't a loozer, most of my friends waited a thousand years before they got their permits/licences (that was hard to spell)...look at Abby Mac, for instance. I got my on my b-day because I'm very anal about stuff that's cool. So yah.

Mine eyes hurt, all. I'm going to drink another Pepsi Vanilla (they're basically Vanilla Coke part 2, by the way) and pop in a movie.

And remember, "it's better to be pissed off than to be pissed on". Adieu friends.