the arlo guthrie concert in may 8th… which happens to be a tuesday… dang it! i really want to go to a concert!

is it weird that i’m surprised at the fact that my brother reads my blog? or the fact that he’s suddenly my friend on facebook… which i didn’t know about until today… i find the fact slightly surprising… ah well…

a note: i finally watched babel, those advent readers of the blog who have heard me rant and rave about our theater not showing babel… i liked it… i didn’t care that some of the connections were just obscure and weird (namely the japanese story). just the same i enjoyed it.

another note: i am really angry at the fact that the Shins are coming april 10, which is the tuesday after spring break so i can’t go… and even if it wasn’t on the tuesday, it was sold out three days after announcement. though mr. l showed me a sight with concerts in santa fe… if i can only remember the url… it showed that arlo guthrie was going to perform may 4th… what was that dang url?

so ever since that accident on main hill i’ve sort have been afraid of main hill and all mountain pass roads. i’ve decided that that has to change. so i’ve decided to desensitize myself to it, by going home via main hill instead of truck route (i can’t go up through main hill because my car doesn’t have enough horse power). and this will hopefully slowly let me go down main hill without a problem. the first time i did that my heart really did begin to pound… and now i’m pretty much okay with it except for the exact location my accident occurred… where i have a slight relapse. i’ve also taken to positively reinforcing the behavior by stopping at blockbuster every time i go down main hill.

so here’s the deal, i’ve become incredibly tired of my life right now. i mean, that’s why i’m in this whole “fuck work ethic” kind of philosophy right now. i’m fed up and burned out. i need change. i need to figure some things out about myself and my life. so, this blog has sort of become a routine for me. and one thing that i really need to change in my life right now is routine. so… i think i’m gonna stop posting for a while. actually, i will post about once a week. so there’s that. otherwise, i’m gone. sorry to disappoint. bye.

from the rockumentary film “i trust you to kill me,” slightly paraphrased, working with memory don’t want to get the film out.

jude cole:

it’s not like children are fucking idiots and we have to pacify them with crap.

(on modern pop music)

i would submit this to the quote competition… but uh… i doubt the school board would like that…

this is my desk:

Does anybody see my cellphone? I could have sworn I put it on my desk… maybe that’s the problem… that and the fact that it’s on vibrate…

ok, i would like to state something about comments here. you see, there are a couple of types of comments. one, there are the nice comments made by a reader known as heidi b., who actually adds something to the post and ultimately the blog. or commenter carol who actually gave an extension to the blog by stating “if you like rocco deluca visit” so and so, right? this is just great y’know? i mean, these people are adding information relevant to the post, first of all, and just something meaningful. i mean, they are actually communicating. like real people. as if we weren’t separated by the barriers of space and confined through communication over the world wide web. ok, so i don’t often communicate back but i’m like that in real life too, not just online… hey, i’m a high-school student taking 5 ap’s and have the shortest attention span in the world, probably one of the most disorganized people in the world, i mean… gimme a break.

so, comments aren’t a bad thing. they’re great! i love reading them! and sometimes i’ll respond, sometimes as another comment or just write another post extending off of the last one in response or something… but then we get those comments that are like “you don’t know what you’re talking about” or “get over it” or somehow deducting my character through a simple post. like i don’t like jack johnson, therefore i obviously don’t like the beach. so to you guys out there that this paragraph describes: fuck you. you know, a blog is an expression of oneself and one’s own opinions. and here’s the thing: opinions are never wrong. ever. they are fucking opinions for god’s sake! so why don’t you just write another blog post and cite my post for all i care. i don’t fucking care. just stop being a total ass and try and flame me just because i can show enough balls to criticize pop culture and mass culture. just… y’know… fuck you guys… degenerate bastards trying to flame me in a swarm of conformist crap, relying on the fact that the masses are behind you. i bet if jack johnson never became famous and i cited him on this blog (because i try to cite indie artists to broaden people’s horizons), then you probably wouldn’t care if i called him crap. and the thing is, just in clarification, i never said jack johnson sucked… i said he needs to find something new… i mean, lyrically and technically, every song is the same. kinda like coldplay, a band, by the way, that split up because they were tired of the fact that they had the same sound on everything.