Archive for January, 2007

Chewin’ out a rhythm on my bubble gum

Sunday, January 28th, 2007

The sun is out, but I don’t really want some. I am lazy. It is much more comfortable to me to be sitting here typing a post on my website and biting my nails. I just made lasagna. If anyone wants to know how to make my amazing lasagna, you can click here. Ignore the comments. People seem to like to bitch about every possible thing, ever. Who gives a fuck if I use cottage cheese instead of ricotta? Oh yeah, assholes do. I couldn’t call them assholes on those comments, even though I wanted to, so I am doing it here. Assholes. I am watching concerts on the cable on demand thing. Currently I am listening to Bon Jovi. Awesome. I might check out the Green Day or They Might Be Giants ones later. Or I might not. I have so many videogames to play. Ah, videogames, my addiction. I guess it’s better than a drug or alcohol addiction. Don’t get me wrong, I like alcohol, but I don’t let it take over my life. Livin’ on a Prayer is a great song. I used to listen to it when we were kids and we would go to the bar with my parents. We would always play it on the jukebox. Bon Jovi is getting old. So am I. Getting older sucks. I am finally taking a college course, so one day I can be a teacher. It will be sweet, even though I won’t be able to afford to finish school probably for years. I can’t wait until I can get that new bass and start my new band. It will be sweet. We Make Thunder is playing a country show on Feb 18th. If anyone reads this that wants to come, leave a comment or something. We had practice yesterday, and as good as I think the songs are in their regular form, they are fucking ridiculous as country songs, yet they are incredible. Fuck, playing songs is fun. I decided to turn off the Bon Jovi thing. I am going to go get a glass of diet pepsi and play some videogames. Excellent.

Oops, turns out that I am not ‘punk’

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007

I am sitting here watching Good Eats and drinking Stroh’s, waiting for water to boil so I can have macaroni and cheese for dinner, and it struck me as I was standing in the kitchen: I am in no way ‘punk rock’

I like some of the music, but generally it’s more of the poppy stuff. I don’t give half a damn about politics. I work data entry. I like to cook more than to fight or drink. And on top of that, frankly, I would rather stay at home and playing video games than go to a punk rock show. I don’t like people that are loud and obnoxious, and I am a quiet individual myself. The only times I’ve ever been in fights, I have been the loser, mainly because I don’t fight back. I think the Dead Kennedys suck. I want to have a family in the future. I want to be able to work and save my money rather than spend it all on drugs or whatever. If i had a choice between buying a bunch of 7″ records for fifty bucks, or buying a role playing game, I would choose the latter probably 98% of the time. I don’t like to be hurt physically. I don’t like to hurt people physically. I really don’t care if I ever dye my hair blue again. I really don’t care that I have to dress ‘business casual’ for work. My doc martens are pretty uncomfortable. I want to finish college and become a teacher. I don’t want to be in my 30s and working a dead end job by day and spending my nights out partying and drinking all night. I want to actually be able to sing instead of act all snotty if i were to sing in a band. I want to drive a reliable car instead of a beat up old van (a reliable van would be pretty sweet though). I don’t have many friends, and that doesn’t really bother me all that much. I drink cheap beer not because it makes me cool, but because I can’t afford anything better, and my tastebuds have become accustomed to drinking Stroh’s. I don’t want to drink PBR anymore because that’s what people that are trying so hard to be cool and punk and act poor are drinking nowadays. I have no problem shopping at big-box stores. I drink diet soda. I have never done and will never do a beer bong. I don’t do drugs, but I hate the straightedge movement. Reading Bridge to Terabithia makes me cry every time and I don’t care if people want to call me ‘emo’ because of it. If I were spit on at a concert while on stage or in the crowd, I wouldn’t spit back or fight them, I would probably just leave the crowd or get off the stage. I really don’t care that people shop at Hot Topic. I ordered a pink bass guitar not because it might make me look unique and cool, but because I think it’s cute. I am usually in bed by 10:00 or 11:00 at night, and that really doesn’t bother me. I think most zines suck. I think most ‘punk’ bands suck. I think most ‘punks’ suck.

My macaroni and cheese is done so I guess that’s about it.