Someday someone will. There'll be some piano player and he'll be playing so innanely fast that his hands will explode, and they'll want somebody to take over. And then you'll be like, "Aww fruckin' crunk!!!111oneone" and merrily dance your fingers across the besanguined keys. I don't know if "besanguined" is a word, but now it means "bloodied".

Well crüe. I'll be seeing the greater part of you bright and early à demain. I am weary with death and fatigue. It'd be really funny if I missed the bussi. Lord, but it would.

So. Males are evil. Of course we are. In general, guys are just more hellbent on self-indulgence and fulfillment. But from a more general perspective, and to defend my species, if it weren't for our being evil there wouldn't be a species. Lord knows it's the evil of man's heart that makes us kill, and try to stay alive, and procreate. You know if it weren't for some horny bastard deciding to take a poke at Cavelady Grunwelda we wouldn't have gone much past our roots, evolutionarily speaking. And I know the female part of the equation wasn't thinking on those lines.

Yes, the male species is evil...unfortunately, we're a necessary type. What a debacle it must be for the she-woman manhaters such as Rosie.

I didn't say that last part for any reason. I just wanted to use the word "debacle". Damn, is it crunk.

It's time to schleep!

Wish somebody would do that with the keyboards. That'd be freakin' awesome!!!/crunk?!?

Not all males, Rosie. Just most.

Males are evil. I hate them.

Eagh, yes, but I'm talking about a be-you-ti-ful song...it's got to be Black. Lord knows I'd take an EMO collection, tho. I won't be able to tell the difference between all of them, tho, those silly, bleeding together EMO bands (disincluding me, of course).

Speaking of bands, read this, c/o Musician's Friend...the coolest thing I've ever heard:



"1973, apparently fried by a generous dose of angel dust, Keith Moon is unable to finish the opening show of the Who's "Quadrophenia" tour in front of 13,500 people at the Cow Palace in San Francisco ... all warmed up and ready to play, and wanting to make a good impression the first night of the tour, Townshend calls out to the audience, "Hey, can anybody out there play drums? I mean good. Any takers come up here on stage" ... 19-year-old Thomas Scot Halpin from Muscatine, Iowa, currently living in Santa Cruz, is in the audience at stageside with his hometown buddy, Mike Danese, who starts yelling to the security guard that his friend is a great drummer ... actually Halpin hasn't played in a year, but after promoter Bill Graham asks him if he can do it, he finds himself on the throne of his idol manning the sticks ... he holds his own for the final three songs, gets to party down with the band afterward, and eventually is named "Pickup Player of the Year" by Rolling Stone... "

How crunk is that?

Last Kiss is the epitome of EMO. I'll burn you an EMO collection one of these days. Lord knows I have enough of it.

WRONG!! Black kicks Last Kiss's ass anyday! I haven't even heard it and I already know it. I like being a Rap kizid every once in a while, but hey...EMO is it. I don't listen to much, but I might as well be. Every song has such an EMO background to it.

Maybe just a grunge kid. Shit, I don't know what I am. Perhaps I'm nothing. That ain't so bad.

And as you all know, Sbox is sort of defunct. I'm not, but the collective is. Sigh. So...yes. We were working on Linds's drumming skills today. She learned the fundamentals of drummer's language.

DumDumBahtikDumtikDumDumPAHtitiTISSS.

I just saw Revolutions. Damn, what a fugg'd up movie. I need sleep.

Hm.

Sure, Rosie.

Josh, I'm not sure that EMO kid descibes you. But more than rap kid, so I'll tolerate it for now. But I miss Stranglebox. Much tearage. Anyway, the best Pearl Jam song by far is Last Kiss. So there.

Just finished talking to Phil. Linds can you call me tomorrow? please?

OMG, Billy is such an EMO kid. We both are. We should start a club full of EMO kids.

PENGUINO!!!!!!!!! Billy an EMO kid?

This has never happened before. I am the last poster on every BLog I am a subscriber to, at this very moment. What an odd sensation.

So. Pearl Jam is a great band. I've been listening to their CD Ten, and I must say, it is eleven songs (contrasting to the album's name... ...) of pure genius. The song Black was a nice depressing ballad through the last couple of rainy days; there's a piano in it and it somehow reminds me of rain. And, my dad was playing this album non-stop during the carefree days of five years old...ELEVEN FUCKING YEARS AGO...and it reminds me of that, as well.

Rosie brought up today that this whole "I'm not being me" thing has happened before. I agree. I think that it's just a stupid and bad thing I always do when I'm met with new situations: I try to adapt to everything more than I need to, and I end up bludgeoning everything in the wake of aftermath, and knocking holes in everyone, not disincluding myself.

Lord, this remind me of last year, sitting here making stupid EMO posts for hours. Honeybunches of oats. That's my new curse.

And speaking of EMO...I started an EMO band care of Billy Bassett. We were talking about how I look like Cousin It with my hair all in my face, and then we were talking about how cool EMO is, and then I was like..."Dude...that's the name of my EMO band...Cousin It." And Billy said it was a great name. So. I'm going to start writing EMO songs now! Woo! I'm an EMO kid and I hate my life. And you dumped me in the fifth grade...so I'm gonna make me die.

That would be the name of my production company, too. I'm Gonna Kill Me Music, in case anyone wants me to produce them. Oh hell. I'm not really concerned with that right now. More, I'm practicing the piano parts to Black and listening to Jam. Hell yeah.

Yell heah.

Eech. It doesn't work yet, they've told me.

Well. All I talked about was the..."wonders"...of the blood bomb, and how much I've learned about the absorbancy of feminine care products this year. I hate me a honeybunch.

I'm getting sick, I think. And it sucks. And to top it off, Abby was sick yesterday, and that is not cool. And then, Alex left early, and Linds didn't even show. It was a fucking great day, all cloudy and whatnot. It kept everyone pretty somber during Algebra, tho. I think they were listening to the rain and thinking, "Heymaybemetrogotoutthatwouldbecool." Spinks even came up to me and flat out said they'd look online and found out that Metro got out.

People...come on! Metro doesn't get out for shit, and never has! Especially for one day of off and on rain with little squalls here and there. Just because they don't have the greatest attendance record doesn't mean they aren't strict about telling peeps to come to school. Everyone knows Williamson County is the only one that lets out because the clouds "were dark" and "I think it's supposed to be cold tonite...that could be an indicator of snow in the near-future".

A lot of people=dumb to the fifth.

I made a huge post and lost it. Fuck. Good for you all.

It basically said, "yep...I'm boring". I did the save before exiting thing, but I don't know where the posts go to, so I'm going to wait til I get a reply to the BLogger techies and then I'll post that mofo again.

Salut. That was how the other post ended.

Hey!
Actually you're right....I can't type really well. Oh well.

A socking carpet, Rosie??? I think you may mean sopping. Funny chinese translators...

And I've found Christ, but I don't think I've met Chris yet. Is that his brother?

I love Rosie's typos. They are too funny not to make fun of.

Since we know how well that works. There has to be a rule that during fall retreat it has to rain the whole time to just before we leave. Grr.
Oh yes, The senior and junior boys some how got a hold of water balloons during the trip. Last night they decided to bomb the Senior/Junior cabins around 12:30. SO around then they climb up to our area...seperate area safty thing...but they were seen by another cabin so to shut them up they bombed them. Then the middle school girl counselor told them that she would help them get us. She walked in (by this time everyone is awake) and asked us to go on a night adventure and to be careful. We locked all the doors and they pelted us with water balloons. Allie then tells Kara to open the door and see if the guys are still there. My bunk is right by the door so as they open the door i get this wonder full view of them screaming (high pitched) and running behind another bunk because allie got hit by a balloon in the mouth (Yes! Go boys!). Anyway the wonderful duo forgot to pull the door close so that the boys have freedom to pelt more balloons into the room. On busts on the ceiling and then dripped onto someone's bed. Another plopped itself on the floor and created a socking carpet. Another landed perfectly cradled on a sleeping bag of a counselor. The couselor grabs is a runs outside ready to pelt them...she's not fast enough. The girls are completely furious and want revenge so we hit them hard! Guys hate periods and pads and tampons... and we didn't have any water balloons so guess what the boys found? Ao we colored the pad and tampons with red lipstick and then soaked them in water...the rain helped. Then we all snuck down to the boys cabin and found that Brian and some other guy were on the porch...we hauled A to get back to the cabin. After that we sent the 7 senior girls...juniors next year... to plaster then on the porch. We had planned to spell out U Lose but they didn't have time. Amber...really fast... told the others to run as she smacked a pad...very loudly... on the the glass door and threw a blood bomb (tampon...wet) into the cabin. Around 2 we snuck up again and found the guys cleaning up tampons and pads...i love counselors... Also it turned out the we pasted them on the frosh and sophmore side of the cabin so they had alittle girl education as the older guys watched. Phil already has something planned for next year... anyone have any ideas for the girl's come back? Oh yes... I'm running on minimal sleep because of them so I got to be grumpy all day...oh yes a suffocated phil on the buss too. I love retreats. THe speaker had dreadlocks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He's 28year old white male that has dreadlocks. He's awesome because he has ADD and made the whole Deut. 6:4 interesting. that's the verse on loving the Lord your God with all you Heart, Soul, and Might. Heart was about love and choosing while Soul was unconditional love. He's put off God for along time and he actually told us to lean into our doubts and explore. That way our faith is our own and we trully will find Chris for ourselves.
OH YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! We played football...or rather I watched. I forgot to bring another set of clothes and such. Anyway the Brentwood Bowl was won by the Girl Team named the Cootles...Anyone know what a Cootle is? The trophy was a rubber football with a rose on top while the guy's won a plastic moose...dear...buck thingy. They weren't sure. SO...retreat was awesome. 9th Hour was awesome too. they were the band