Why of course I shan't pwn ye Linds. One, it's Linds, so that automatically makes it all good, and two, it's public access, and three, it's as much your BLog as it is mine, so hoo-ah!

Bold, italicized and underlined, of course of course...that's what happens when my ego balloon gets inflated to the point of bursting, I inflate everyone else's and we're all just a bunch of hot air, but boy, are we a happy bunch of hot air, heheh.

Wendy's is really good, all. PEACE.

Wow, I got a bold and italics? Wow!!!

Oh my god, Josh, that was so sweet, the whole Abby-in-the-car-thing. I'm e-mailing her that. She'll love you forever for saying it. Don't pwn me.

Well Linds gave me an eight...C'MON LINDS! Thanks, but seriously...it was still a meld of all of the writing I've ever done and the "new writing" we're supposed to be doing...the kind that's very sure of itself and stupid, in my opinion. I mean, I just don't think it's right to opinionize on something and think of it as "true". What if you don't have an opinion one way or the other? Perhaps it's a hybrid of two opinions?

College=REALLY GAY. But Linds gave me an eight and I was incredibly stoked/a bit smug/highly disbelieving. THANKS LINDS!!!!

And wow, on another note...I got PWNED last night...so did Abby and Kyndall and Chad, for that matter.

So here we are sitting in the park, fresh off listening to the worst jazz duet that hath ever drawn life into thine lungs, and the production is about to begin...for those of you who don't know, a troupe performs Shakespeare in Centennial Park every year. The whole deal is really huge and it's been going on for about sixteen years now. But anyway. I need to give a bit of background on the area.

It's a small, spraypaint constructed amphitheater...as in, there's a full-size, constructionized stage, but the rest of it is grass, except at the back, where there's some bleachers. So basically, you set yourself up within the confines of these spraypainted boundaries. These are set up so that the actors can walk down the stage, and so that they can store equipment in the audience and hopefully no one will touch it.

One of these pieces of equipment is a light display. It's a giant metal box connected to a skinny pole that has about two hundred pounds of lighting on the top. This, the stage lights, and another of the same kind of light at the other side of the area, allow you to see the actors.

In addition, there were some mounted power woofers on stands so that you can hear what's going on thru the power condenser house microphones on-stage.

Also keep in mind that the house mic is VERY strong and could pick up a cricket chirping a very long way off and make it sound HUGE.

So the play begins with the speech from the chorus, because it is Shakespeare and the play was Romeo and Juliet. Unfortunately for us, there's a big black storm rolling in from the north very fast. Not only this, the speech from the chorus is becoming increasingly more gothic-sounding as it goes to the point of fear. And all the while the house mics are picking up the most ghastly sounds of wind...I didn't know it at the time, but Abby and I both figured it was some effect they were using to make it more goth and stuff.

But there was a bed, and the curtains were blowing like no other. I thought it was a fan or something. Right before it all happened, tho, it got about ten degrees colder in about two seconds and I guess we all knew that the shit was about to hit the fan. It was cold.

During recording, every once in a while, a wire will get exposed and create a distinct pitch of feedback thru every available speaker in the vicinity.

Remember those lights that I was talking about? At the end of the speech there was a torrent of wind like no other...the only problem was, we felt it as well as heard it, and in that same moment that little feedback came up and we saw the lights topple and fall smack damn in the middle of the crowd.

We were sitting pretty much next to them. The light wavered in mid fall and time stood still for a second, amidst the screams and monkey-panic of the moment. I think that someone got hit by the tail end of the light, or maybe they were just too freaked and passed out. But at least no one was crushed flat by the damned thing. But damn.

That's when we decided, "HEY, what a great time to leave,". I found out this morning that FIVE people were struck by lightning in the same area last night.

We had two choices, to stay in Nashville and duck it out, or to try and brave the interstate in the midst of the storm, and Nashville for that matter. Abby pointed out the fact that some people were heading to a building next to the Parthenon and it didn't seem like such a bad idea. But I figured we should just try and get through it all, like an idiot. Not that we died, it was just a trying experience.

So here we go down the mean streets of Nashvegas in pre-storm. It wasn't coming down just yet but it might as well have been; everyone was freaking out and driving like bums. So we whipped out the cellphones and got to it...we got separated from Kyndall and Chad at a red when I got trapped behind some bum in an Acura, and I would have pranced around the biotch and dashed the light had I not known Nashville drivers in general...altho running the light sort of would have made me one...but whatever, we were panicking, getting separated was really bad. So I called my dad and asked him what the hell I should do, he said stay on the street I was going on and turn right on the interstate. I was able to get over but first I got cut off...bastards.

I could try and detail the aftermath but I can't tell you in words about the drive thru that storm on the interstate...it was some fear I've never known. We had the radio on and it would flicker with every lightning strike, and the rain...I could have pulled over, yes, but I trust being stopped on the Nashville interstate less than I do moving on the Nashville interstate. I just follow the red lights in front of me and hoped to God we would make it.

I could attribute two things to my success. The minor one was Kyndall's incredibly sugared tea...it was really good. And I think the caffeine kept me just that much more hyped to avoid being pwned by that semi at one point.

And the other, and the major one, was having Abby next to me...suddenly she took my hand and I was moved beyond all reason with nerve and the want to defend her. I've never been so inspired to courage as at that moment...it was me feeling helpless and doing it anyway, because it was incredibly worth it. Not that we were going to die, but it was lingering about the doorstep at every second, you hear stories about it all the time. What could I say that could do justice to her in that moment, or ever? I love her.

So we made it and I was a wreck from all the concentration. I turned off the car and didn't put it in park, for starters. I had a Sprite when I got inside: it was ambrosia. Chad went out to the car and got the food we didn't eat at the park...none of it, in fact. Poor guy...it was his birthday yesterday, he wouldn't let us do anything. I offered to go get it, he refused, he said he wasn't going to milk it for everything it was worth...as if he milked it at all, for cryin' out loud. So that was really sad. Then while in the bathroom, the power went out. And thus begins another story. But not right now, for cryin' out loud.

For cryin' out loud.

What a great/weird night...I hope I never have to do that again, or if I do, I hope I have such good motivators.

I'm going to play the guitar now and write pretty songs about love and how good it is to be alive, and the next album has been renamed Love Poem About Flowers and Rabbits and Sunshine, because one thing that that motivates you to live more than death is flirting with it and coming out on top.

And now that the mellodrama is done, I wish you all a fraggin' GREAT day. PEACE.

... mine should get a 2

Becca gave me a 6 on it. I wasn't too happy. It was better than that. Oh well, we'll see what Ms. Calhoun gives it.

...My essay just sucked because I didn't think about it long enough so half way through i just kinda changed. It was the worest essay i ever wrote.

Have you ever had a rusty knife up your nose into the left side of your brain?

I argued that the modern American was no more greedy than any other nationality throughout history, but it was a lot more eloquent than that.

Eek.

Today I had a Pepsi, of all things. I haven't had one in a few days, I've been drinking Crystal Light tea and water and chocolate milk, occasionally.

So today my dad said there were some Sprites in the trunk, if I wanted one (warm Sprite...gross, tho Sprite is pretty ass-bad, especially with popcorn!). I said no, that I had a Pepsi in the fridge and I was going to get it, since I'd remembered it. I drank it...I had a drum lesson, Katie went to hers and a lot of stuff got scrood up there (first we were too early, then we were too late, but she had the lesson anyway). But I eventually came home and DEAR GOD! The headache!

It feels like someone jammed a rusty knife up my nose into the left side of my brain, it's the worst I've ever had. So...

I think...

That's the end...

Of my caffeine drinking days...

YES I KNOW, IT'S REALLY REALLY WEIRD. What, me, master advocate of caffeinated beverages saying "Don't do legal over-the-counters, kids," But lordy, I shall never taste of this pain e'er again, so long as I shall live. So I give the brown stuff up.

Gunter was in our U.S. class yesterday, he came to say g'bye to Mrs. Bayrd last period, in case anyone really cares.

AND I'M AN OFFICE WORKER FOR MR. ADAMS! AWW W00t FRIKKIN' W00T! I get to grade all the little sophies essays and put comments like, "Gosh, r u dum, 0/9", and for all my little sophie buds (Trav-o, Jonathan, Sarah Heines), no matter what they put, I'll say "DAMMIT, i bow w/ supplication, 8107304912341/9". It's going to be great.

And for the essay in English today...what did you all argue? I said that it wasn't fair to blame the greater part of America for the lesser's sins.

Whateva. Peace bias.

ALL WRONG!

I was reading Seventeen, all about hot guys and "Mya's Hot and You Could Be Too, If You Got Off Your Fat Ass!" and "Teen Sex Scandals: Three Hours of Labor In The Back Of An F-150". And other such nonsense! It was ASS-BAD! Hoo-ah! And there was an I-Zone sticky film advertisement where there were some awesome stickers for samples, one of which was "...in bed"...and that's it. I was going to honour my beloved fortune cookies and the Chinese culture in such a manner, but the adhesive wore out really fast and fell off while I was recording.

Hey, I recorded a song yesterday with the word "hoo-ah" in it. It was ass-bad.

LINDS, if you haven't all ready, don't tell Abby the "other surprise", I'm still gonna do it, I guess. And if you did, o well, it's cool.

I am SO TIRED all, I haven't been this wasted since...well, I've never been this wasted, I guess. ARGH!

Abby was at school today, YE-AH! That completely made my day to the fullest. And we saw Trav-o and Romeo tried to scare me but I yelped at him and he shied away, and I had a screamed conversation with Stephen Jones across the lobby, to the stares of some very scared froshies. And Mr. Kimmel came and shook mine and Abby's hands, it was so cool/weird. I saw him coming and I said, "Akk, I'm busted." But then he asked my name and hers and if I went to the school, I said yes, he asked how it was going and I lied, "Great," and he walked away with well-wishes. Aw w00t. P\/\/|\|3|).

I need to go record afore the sun goes down, friends. And if my secret calculations are correct, this shall be the last night of recording, as I have hit the mighty EIGHT mark, and that's enough for free pro studio time, w00t. I need to teach Alex all the songs tho. Downer. I'm going to try and lure him with beer, pr0n, and Mary J tho, so maybe he'll learn faster...thanks to A. Non E. Moose for this wonderful trick, heheheh.

And I'll have CDs (with cases, finally!) to give to all once I remaster and get a copy I like down pat. I LOVE IT AND I THINK IT'S GRAND. Some songs are like "whoa", other songs are like, "umm...you should really take some anti-depressants", and most are like, "this sucks". But the choices are up to you!

Until we meet again, here's lookin' at you, kids.

I'm thinking Cosmo Girl definitely. Possibly Redbook or Ladies' Home Journal? No, I got it. Southern Living.

Teen and YM

Magazines, Josh? Good God... Not going to comment.

Hoo-ah, boys and girls!

So...yesterday Abby and I set a goal that I would finish two songs today...a challenge! Tho it should be easy enough. So I woke up early, got distracted by some mags for an hour or two...yes, that was a slight impediment to the plan, and if you knew what mags they were, I would be that much more smack-worthy. But nevertheless...I went upstairs after that, I sat down at the set, I laid it out, and it was, for lack of a better word, and at serious risk of being deemed a poser, DIBBLE.

The song is a year-old conception once called These Chains. Back then, it was a lot softer and geared toward the wonderful artsiness of Bitter, but now it's been a bit revamped, it sounds like really old Soundgarden, but...

OMG IT IS SOOOOO L337! I couldn't believe it when I'd finished all the myuzik tracks, it just blew me away. So ass-bad, the only problem is the lyrics...I haven't written any I like. I tried sitting down and writing some, I couldn't, so I gave up and went into some kind of stupor for an hour and laid around and beed a bum, then something got me up and made me record again.

The next one's drums were done in three takes. This song has also been conceptualized for a long time and finally laying it down is a dream come true, even if no one likes it...even I don't like it right now (needs remixing), but it's amazing to hear the idea in the flesh, even if it is a bit retarded in its present state. At least the idea was true to form, that's what counts. So it needs a bit of redesigning, but after that, it'll be one more under the belt, one more towards getting that free stizudio tizime, and one more towards submitting the record to some execs that Alex's dad knows that have expressed at least minute interest in hearing what we have to offer.

The songs, in order of recording, are Chained and New Dawn, by the way, and I'm going to go record another, if I can, in a few minutes...need to run first, else this gut get control of me.

So enough recording stuff, it's more fun when you're hearing watching/doing it anyway...

A point to make...everyone says not eating is bad because it slows your metabolism and will actually make you gain weight. Everyone's heard it and it sounds essentially believeable...it's logical to the biology of humans, anyway. What gets me is...anorexics don't seem to be having this problem. This is also the concept behind the word "starving", and the cartoon conceptualization thereby, where the character will tighten his belt to exemplify he isn't getting enough, if anything, to eat. So w00t, piss on science! This whole paragraph is just a reaction to the fact that I've lost seven pounds in the last two weeks and I have no idea why, heheh.

MTV is an awesome channel. Not really. There was a show on today about having "THE PERFECT BODY", which featured a bunch of prep girls and jocks that did inane stuff to get what they call "perfect figure". There were two guys...one was a bodybuilder, the other was a soon-to-be linebacker for Notre Dame. Then the girl, who was in a modeling convention where, honestly, she didn't stand a chance. One girl said, before the competetion, "I don't think they'll even be judging us on how we answer the questions, it's all about having a great bod, right?"

Right. One of the judges had the audacity to say "it's important that they answer the questions well and without hesitation". Oh, so is that why you made them walk to the awards ceremony in bikinis? RIGHT, their intelligence has a lot to do with that, etc. blahblahblah, and other cynicisms about this "pop culture" shiet.

But jeez, that show is really depressing. No one gets what they're going for...the bodybuilder guy placed third, he needed first to go pro, the girl didn't even place, the linebacker was thirteen pounds too light to match the smallest linebacker Notre Dame has had in the last five years. And the guy weights 280, for cryin' out loud.

The world is really gay, when you think about it. That's why I don't; consequently, this abscence of culture is good fodder for lyrical dissection.

That'll be one of those quotes that people will put in inspirational books for musicans, if not this line that you're presently reading, just because they're smartasses.

Anyway kids...need to go run. You've been an excellent audience as always, if you've made it this far, and if you skipped all the way down here, well, good for you too!

PEACE DAWGZ, AWW W00T.