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2004 9 February :: 11.44pm
:: Music: Felt
Hello,
The fact that I have only written three real entries since the start of the school year in this woohu journal is either really sad or really good, I'm not quite sure. I guess I just don't really have much to say to the public that I don't talk about with people during school or the weekends. While this means people who don't see at school or at all don't really know how I'm doing, and I am sorry about that, it also avoids anyone who I don't want reading my thoughts from, well, reading them. Of course, that never actually stopped me from writing my innermost thoughts in this.
Anyways, my life is pretty shipshape right now. My grades really sucked last semester, the worst I've ever gotten, so I'm really trying my best this semester. I still do almost all of my AP english homework in first hour, but I'm getting 100% on them now, so that's gravy (train?). There is no point to try hard in physics, since I can't do good in that class, but I have a strong feeling I'm going to keep giving it my all. I made Mr. Hall wet himself when I got that 95 on the test, or at least I hope I did.
It seems like my friend group nowadays is mostly kids in my grade now, unlike last year. This gives a little bit of hope for next year, when a lot of my friends will be gone. But you can't prevent change, and I'll try to welcome it with semi-open arms. I don't really feel like I'm part of a group though anymore, I guess because everyone else seems to have a best friend, and I can't really think of someone who is my best friend at the school, and I doubt there's anyone who considers me their best friend. Actually, that was the case last year too, so it's not much of a difference. However, I will say that there are a few kids who are the definition of ace; few and far between, yet are some great kids, who I am glad to have as friends.
My hair was straightened and cut, as mandated by my mom. It's ok though, hair isn't that important, and it can also become curly again. To tell the truth, it really doesn't matter in the long run. At best, I'll look like a Beatle, and at worst, I'll look like Mike Clark.
When it comes to girls, I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam, so she call me cabron plus marricon. Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home, but I'm like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempo.
That Jay-Z moment was brought to you by TV's Drew Rosensweig: Ain't Nothin But the Real Thing.
Perhaps I'll start writing in this more often, filling everyone in on the events of my life. I'll try my best to not make this an empty statement. I sincerely hope all of you readers take care of yourself, enjoy life, and keep it real.
Drew R.
P.s. My holidays were all good too. I just don't feel like writing about them right now.
P.P.S. Robert Forster is so fucking legit, it's not even funny.
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2004 18 January :: 8.24pm
:: Music: Saturday Looks Good to Me
I have a confession to make to all of you readers, if you can keep it on the D.L. Hughley.
I watched Liar Liar last night on "The Wonderful World of Disney."
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2003 24 November :: 11.55pm
:: Music: king geedorah
As the Thanksgiving holiday is almost upon us, I seem to be happier on the outside and more and more depressed on the inside. It's really pathetic why, but of course I've fallen victim to the number one source of depression in white males ages 12-18 who get good grades and don't do drugs: girls. For awhile I was clean- I didn't really have a yearning for the comfort of another. Relationships in high school seemed to be pointless to me, and I've never been one to indulge in one-night stands just to get a slice. I was jonesin for a girl near the end of the last school year, but summer kind of made me stop craving for her or anyone.
But over the last few months, that hankering for a girl has come back. See, it would be easier for me if it was various girls who popped in my mind as possibilities to date, but more and more it has become one girl again, the same one from last year. And it is ever-so slowly killing my soul.
I retract my earlier comment, about how I thought relationships in high school were pointless. One of the problems I have is I don't want to date a girl just for a short period of time-even say three months. I want to build a relationship, I think. I want to be able to have someone to call on nights like these when I'm bored and know how their day went. I want to be able to have someone to call on nights when I wasn't bored, when I had a great deal of work, yet all I wanted to hear is how their day went. I want to be able to spend my friday nights, every week, doing something with someone, be it watching her favorite movies or going to some bad Japanese restaurant. I want to have a reason to buy a 5 foot tall teddy bear on some random day just because it was their birthday. I realize now that I've being saying someone, but in truth, for me right now, it's just one girl.
I know they don't want to be mentioned in my journal, but just using them as a case example, I want a relationship akin to Holly and Andrew's. They are best friends, they can make fun of each other, but most importantly, they seem to share some interests and truly seem to love each other, if love can be found at such a young age. Maybe the main reason I've never had a girlfriend, looks aside, is that I've never found a girl who I truly shared interests with. There hasn't been a girl that I just thought to myself "Wow, we are perfect for each other." I know that there is a girl out there who listens to the same bands I listen to, loves the same movies I do, and thinks the Bengals are actually a pretty darn good football team; however, I have not found that girl as of yet. As John Cusack said in High Fidelity, all of the above things do matter, in contrast to what some people may think.
So I gave up on finding a girl who shared many similar interests with me. Everything was going great, and then I had to find a pretty girl like her. Sure,there are girls who I've found hotter or sexier, but I don't know, I guess she seems to be different. Sort of like an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, if you'd like me to wax faux-intellectual. It took me so long to just say I like her, as I always tried to go around that word. I don't know why I like her, I don't know why she's different from other quiet cuties, I don't know why I can't find any courage to talk to her; it's just reality for me as of now. Seriously, I feel ashamed of myself, whining about it to my friends, making something as frivolous as talking to a girl seem so important, so life or death. I mean, she knows I like her, and it's basically up to me to do anything about it. Yet, everyday I say I'm going to do something about it, I say I'm going to talk to her after school, but alas, it never happens. Excuses are made on my part, but they all add up to me being just pathetic.
So as it stands right now, I am a failure, when it comes to girls at least. Maybe I should let other girls on to my radar. Or maybe I should stop being such a waste of a man and show some initiative and stop putting off the one thing I want to do until it's too late. Whatever the right thing is, and in my mind and heart, I know the latter is the right thing, but whatever the right thing is, to paraphrase Legends of the Hidden Temple, the choice is mine and mine alone.
Drew R.
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2003 11 November :: 3.02pm
:: Mood: refreshed
:: Music: Good Charlotte - Keep Movin' On
gerble!
G-G-G-G-G Gerble!!
G-G-G-G-G Gerble!!
G-G-G-G-G Gerble!!
Shes a GERBLE WHORE
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2003 10 November :: 10.57pm
:: Music: Sigur Ros
Girls, I was hot in 89.
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2003 6 November :: 8.40pm
:: Music: el-p
Hello,
For all of you who live and die by my words, here's a little update on my life. School is going pretty well, dislike a few classes, but my grades are above average. Mr. Hall is killing my love of history, but that's what teachers are supposed to do last time I checked.
I went to Boston last week. Quite the excellent time, I must say. Checked out Boston University and was impressed by it. Too bad it's 40K a year. If I get in to their film program, I hope my parents would be willing to remortgage our house, again. I visited family friends I've known all my life up there in Boston and Newton, which brought on some nostalgia.
I've been trying to be a really good friend to more people, and I don't know if I'm succeeding. It's good that I'm friends with some kids I was a douchebag to earlier this school year. Of course, I can never have total tranquility with all my friends, as I have lost contact with two good friends. I don't know if it's worth it to try and patch things up, again, but it's pissing me off, especially since I'm really not sure what I did to them, especially one of said company. It's just...this may be the last year I hang out with a lot of my best friends. As they leave for college and I go to college in a year, there's a great chance that I may never talk to them again. I've seen the relationships that my brother has with his best friends from high school; it's quite strained. So I've decided that it would be pointless to waste the last year of my friendships with many people fighting with them. OMG, I'm rambling on. lolz.
Abby's mom thinks I'm a cutie. Chalk one up for the home team babe.
Some things I miss:
*Hanging out at Noah's most nights this summer.
*Wacthing wrestling with Justin, David, and Kevin.
* Curtis Mayfield.
*Staying up till 4 am listening to music and not having to worry about school the next day.
* Paris and Boston.
* Sushi Jazz with Ben and Vivi
* Late night watching of horrible movies with my brother.
Whoa, hold the phone...I'm almost bearing my heart on the internet. That's my cue.
Love,
Drew R.
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2003 13 October :: 11.41pm
:: Music: polysics
There is no way to sugarcoat it: Kill Bill was arguably the best two hours of my life. I have a fucking euphoric feeling, and ain't no Japanese Yakuza is going to silence me.
Seriously, Tarantino has outdone himself. Fuck Mallrats, Fuck Rushmore, Fuck Big Lebowski, and oh no, maybe, just maybe, fuck Pulp Fiction. Kill Bill reigns supreme in my heart and my soul at this hour.
Sometimes life really does feel wonderful, and that, my friends, is not some bullshit insincere one-liner.
Love,
Drew R.
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2003 28 September :: 11.29pm
:: Music: Getz & Gilberto
The State of the Drew-nion.
So it's been a good month and a half since I actually wrote anything in this thing, and truthfully, I have been waiting for something worthwhile to happen. Still waiting I guess. But I need to get thoughts down in writing, and of course, they need to be broadcast to the public.
School has been up-and-down so far. Actually, it's been pretty good in truth. Newspaper is rather pointless, and I dislike a lot of kids in the class, but I like writing, and Ms. Rossi is pretty legit. Ap English and Ap History are surprisingly not bad. They are my two favorite subjects, so I enjoy them, and I don't hate Ms. Schilit or Mr. Hall, shockingly. Trigonometry and Physics I flat-out hate. Both are the epitome of everything I loathe about school. I can barely stay awake in trig, and Mr. Bailey is a horrible teacher. It's nice having a class with Cary, albeit one in which we can not converse much. Physics is the only subject I've ever had in my years as a pupil that I really don't understand. It's not Mr. Perry's fault, at least I don't think.
Band is not even worth my time, in many ways. Of course, I choose to stay in the program, so it would be hypocritical of me to whine about my continued involvement in it.
Friends-wise, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, to be oh so blunt. I feel I've offended all of them somehow. Eh, that's life I guess. Some people I find annoying. Many find me annoying probably. I try to be a good guy, maybe my effort is a failing one. Some of you are much better friends to me than I am to you. A small minority of you are not as good of friends to me as I am to you. But honestly, there'a a small group of people that I truly enjoy and love, no matter what the last few weeks or months may have done to deter your feelings on this. And if you are reading this, thanks for making a period of my life that sucks for a lot of kids, well, not suck.
Let's not talk about girls. A small, small, small group at Atlantic are cute in my eyes. Almost as small as the group that find me cute (Have to have some self-deprecating moment in my entry.) My current plan of action: ignore any girls I think are attractive and tell any that think I'm attractive that I'm a pedophile. If said admirer is in fact in pedophile range, I resort to telling them I'm gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course.
Oh, and Lost in Translation is my favorite film of this year. That film...it just brought such a great feeling to me, I really want to watch it again. And again.
So to recap, I am actually pretty happy as of now. My life is far from horrible, I have a group of kids that are above-average, in my eyes, that seem to not hate me. I'm in the top-50 in my class, I write for the Sun-Sentinel, and I am currently pushing 140 lbs. You like the way I move?
Love,
Drew R.
P.s. I quoted one of the new Outkast singles in my entry. Because that hasn't been done by anyone. Shazam.
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2003 13 August :: 12.20am
:: Music: Mission of Burma
You know how some things come and go, and you don't quite know what happenend, but you get the idea? Maybe my summer deserves this tag. Actually, now that I think about it, I can recount this summer pretty well. Come along for this fantastic voyage baby.
So the first two weeks of summer went by, and I did nothing. A little American Gladiators watching, couple dips in the pool, Tae Bo, etc. I remember my Smiths phase that I was into, when depression was sinking in slightly. Then I went on my cruise, which was rather enjoyable, save for the pointless kids on the ship, except for the ten year-olds who thought I was cute. I almost acted upon their wishes, but then I realized I wasn't a member of the Catholic Church. Ouch. I do have to say that San Juan is a beautiful city, and definitely on my short list of cities to visit again. And how could I forget blasting My Bloody Valentine at 2 am because my dad's snoring was so loud.
I gallantly returned from my cruise, and proceeded to be at odds with my mom for the next week or so. Luckily, we resolved our differences, and were pretty good with each other the rest of the summer. I remember standing outside my house waiting for Krystal and Arianne to pick me up one rainy night. I remember how cool it was to hear Noah talk about his trip to Miyazu. I remember the Alamo as well.
Summer really began with the first day of hanging out with Ian, Austin, and Sara. Quite a fun day, possibly the funnest of the summer. Bowling, driving around, thrift stores, what it is to burn, slurpees-what more could a boy ask for? Then I went to Orlando and checked out UCF and then UF. The trip was a lot better than I thought it would be, since the hotel that the school system put my mom at was easily the nicest hotel I've ever stayed at. And the car ride with my dad up to Gainesville was sweet I guess, talking about Ally Sheedy circa Breakfast Club.
July went by really fast. Mostly spent nights with Ian, the Kerrs, Tucker, Austin, and of course Noah. In fact, for awhile, the Garbarino residence was my second home, as it is to many people I have learned. Mario Kart and Goldeneye consumed many a night. Also, the dinner with Ben and Vivi at Sushi Jazz was a wonderul night, makes me want to do it again.
Suddenly, summer was over, and band camp was upon me. Much better than any other year, I must say. As I look back on my summer goals, I'd feel pretty good about myself. Sure, I didn't write a screenplay, and I gave up on Bust-a-Move by the 3rd week of June. The noise rock scene is still non-existant down here, no thanks to me. But I did become exposed to many more bands and genres of music, and I can say now that I have almost earned the right to be called a music nazi. Even though I know I'll be called that anyway because I didn't get the new Dashboard. "A Mark, A Mission, a Piece of Shit. " And I did some pieces of writing, some posted on here, others not, that I am actually proud of. I didn't see many films in the theatres though. Eh, they all sucked probably. Except for Gigli. That looked like a classic.
I will admit, I never felt more at peace with myself than on some of the nights where I put one of my favorite albums and just drifted off, until I realized it was 4 am.
My few regrets this summer: Not seeing Cary or Dave this summer. Also, I didn't lose as much weight as I should have, but at least I'll always have my bulimia. Much thanks to Ian for the Veterans Park nights. Much thanks to Austin for being a good kid. Much thanks to the Kerrs for a few exciting nights, in part to the one night stint of Lark Voorhees and the Dustin Diamond Trio. Much thanks to Ben for not caring about me being at your house many nights. Much thanks to Noah for dealing with kicking my ass every night in N64 games. Much thanks to Sarah Largo Knotts for the countless nights of sometimes pointless convos, sometimes thoughtful convos. And much thanks to any other person who made my summer good, at all, through online conversations, or in-person meetings. Of course, there's only one song that will define summer for me, and only 3 people have any clue why. And I doubt any of them are reading this.
"Hey what's happening
is rap a thing
or maybe not
well I don't really know you
I thought I'd introduce
and I'd abuse
the fact that I am rhyming
Well you're my fatal attraction
I saw you and my heart had a chain reaction
when I smell your perfume
it smells like D O O M doom
and doom backwards is mood
I'm in the mood for you girl
(he's in the mood for you girl)
in the mood for you girl
(he's in the mood for you girl)
hope that you will know it's true
'cause I am in the mood for you
I'm in the mood for you girl
(he's in the mood for you girl)
in the mood for you girl
(he's in the mood for you girl)
in the mood for you girl
(he's in the mood for you girl)
yeah, I am in the mood for you
So what's going on
I'd like to run
but I dont have my running shoes with me
(running shoes)
Yes you're still the best
of all the rest
we'll grap the chest
'cause its not that heavy
I released twelve doves
'cause when your here I'm totally hot
and it makes my body numb
I know that makes me sound dumb
but dumb backwards is almost mood
I'm in the mood for you girl
(He's in the mood for you girl)
In the mood for you girl
(He's in the mood for you girl)
Hope that you will know it's true
'Cause I am in the mood for you
I'm in the mood for you girl
(He's in the mood for you girl)
In the mood for you girl
(He's in the mood for you girl)
In the mood for you girl
(He's in the mood for you girl)
In the mood for you girl
(He's in the mood for you girl)
In the mood for you girl
(He's in the mood for you girl)
Yeah, I am in the mood for you
You know there comes a time in every boys life When he has to make a decision
A decision involving women or girls
And you know what my decision is girl
'Cause you know I love you
(Song's not over yet)
I know what you're thinking
When you're drinking
And I think the same thing that you do
Sort of
We can have a fight
And talk all night
About what we drink earlier
Or what we thought we were thinking
You're my fatal attraction
I saw you and my heart had a chain reaction
When I smell your perfume
It smells like D O O M doom
and doom backwards is mood
I'm in the mood for you girl
(He's in the mood for you girl)
In the mood for you girl
(He's in the mood for you girl)
Hope that you will know it's true
'Cause I am in the mood for you
I'm in the mood for you girl
(He's in the mood for you girl)
In the mood for you girl
(He's in the mood for you girl)
In the mood for you girl
(He's in the mood for you girl)
Yeah, I am in the mood for you
You know this is the time of day
When i like to lay down and go to bed 'cause It's night time and id love for you to lay down with me
'Cause I think you're fantastic"
Love,
Drew R.
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2003 22 July :: 1.24am
:: Music: glenn branca-the ascension
So if you have been wanting to know what's been going on in my life for the past week, you are in luck. Not much has changed. Going over to the Garbarino's. Jamming on Mario Golf, Mario Party, and Goldeneye. Veteran's with Ian, Abby, Austin, and the Jake-Lexie coalition of love. Side thought: I would like a relationship with a girl that's as sweet as theirs. Dinner with Ben and Vivi was nice. I'm glad they at least showed up, and I am happy that you guys enjoyed it. Went clothes shopping with my mom at Burdines. Got into a fight, because I didn't want to pay $70 for a shirt I didn't even like. Guess who won that battle. Morikami with Noah on Friday was interesting. A lot of classic comments were made by me.
"So Noah, was your host mother Asian?"
Game. Set, Bookmark. Anyways, went to the gym today with Wrestling captain Will Durgin. He decided to make me lift weights for two hours, and while the sentiment was appreciated, I can't feel my arms as of this typing. And you don't need to be buff to be indie. Indie 4 life!
So I get home, and read on Pitchfork that the Exploding Hearts, the best new power-pop band I've heard in ages, had their van flip over while traveling to their next gig, and 3 of their members died. Now I hate when deaths of celebrities are overly mourned, because I don't see how the death of a NBA player or of a rock star who overdosed is sadder than a single mom/dad getting run over by a car or a little kid dying of cancer. But I was saddened by this extremely. First of all, their record Guitar Romantic has been one of the 5 most most played albums this summer by me. It isn't anything that original or special; just some really fuckin enjoyable rock music. Download some songs, or better yet, buy their album. This band would be big right now if anyone had heard this record. Secondly, none of these guys were over 23, and it's not like they weren't doing anything with their lives, which is more than a lot of people their ages can say. And finally, well, words can't describe it. I didn't know them, and they didn't know me, but I guess when you play their record, you feel connected. I am well aware of how corny this sounds, and believe me, I'm not trying to be melodramatic. I don't know, it's just a major shock. It's weird; I see and read about death in the news all the time, from the war in Iraq to local deaths, and I never really think about it. But when it happens to another group of strangers who died two mornings ago in Oregan, I am affected by it. I know in the pantheon of death, this is ever so minor, and won't be remembered by 99.9999998% of the world, but this will stick with me for the rest of my life. And god, how many people have to die before we all start wearing seatbelts? Anwyas, life is fragile. Blah blah blah. Let's go get trashed.
goodnight E.H.
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2003 18 July :: 1.40am
:: Music: a silver mt. zion
Summer Hymns. by drew richard rosensweig.
How does one do it? How does one man become such a hit with the ladies? Even that aforementioned man who was a hit with the ladies did not know. Quite an average teenager, he woke up one day, and they were all over him. Cheerleaders, drama kids, it didn't matter. They wanted him like a pack of rabid dogs in heat. No matter where he went, they were there, ready to jump on it, to quote the Sugarhill Gang. Surely one would not pass on their blessing. Most definitely he would open up shop in his bedroom and have these teenage girls take tickets, waiting for their 5 minutes of glory. But not for him. He had never been seen pleasuring a lady. One mid-morning, as he was eating some frozen yogurt outside Cream Dream, the local iced-delights restaurant, a young girl, no more than of 19 years of age came up to him. Instead of trying to stick her tongue inside his mouth, as was the case for the typical admirer, she handed him a letter, addressed to, convienently addressed to "God." He opened the letter, and read the one-line entry. He folded the letter up and handed it to the girl. He finished his yogurt, and rose to his feet.
"My lady, I only fuck 50-year olds. And my name is Raymond."
And that's how the cow is milked.
(honestly, what the fuck did I just write? I really need to sleep.)
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2003 14 July :: 1.28am
:: Music: out hud-dad, there's a little phrase called too much information
That song title is too long.
I'm going to shake this down fast.
Noah came over last night, and we watched Back to The Future, This is Spinal Tap, and the Big Lebowski. Good times. Tryed pulling the all nighter, but my sleep cycle had something to say about that.
Tonight I was back at the Garbarinos. Pretty fun night, I'll admit. A little hectic a few moments, but that's what you get with a few kids. I felt bad truly that I didn't talk to the Wellington girls. I know the feeling of being with a lot of strangers and having them not talk to you, which they probably felt, and that feeling sucks. My regards ladies(who aren't reading this.) Oh, and Ben and I had quite the game of Mario Golf. Work on your skills kid; one day you might be more than a total failure at the game. Ouch.
"Hi, I'm Sara, and I'm going to forget the mix cd Drew spent an hour making for me because I yelled at him earlier to make me one. And I'm dumb."
Thursday night. Sushi. Twister. Bop-It. I'll call you.
There ain't no party like a drew-funk party.
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2003 7 July :: 2.30am
:: Music: blood brothers-american vultures
"There is nothing left to say that has not been said."
I heard this in Trail of Dead's song "Mistakes and Regrets." But the fact is, this has been said before it was said by Trail of Dead. And was probably said before that, and will be said after I say it. It seems like my life as of now can be summed up in that one line. It has become the saying that I hold next to my heart the most now, right above "What's the point?"
Everything that I could write about has been written about before; different characters, same story. This holds true for everything; my life, my writings. There is no new ground to break, only different ways to traverse it.
And all the great artists, writers, musicians had to accept this fact. Trail of Dead did, and still wrote a song that I could relate to, even though what it was saying had already been said. Maybe I need to just succomb to this fact and go with it. But I just can't yet.
All that has gone on in this journal of mine, has happenend to someone else, with different circumstances and different names. This could be the wrong idea or attitude, but I think it's the truth. The whole world seems to abide to this aformentioned saying.
Record reviews always compare the reviewed record to another one from the past, noting how it sounds like some other band or artist. People leave movies and talk about how the writing was very "Lynch-esque," or how the score was quite "Capra-like." Humans don't like the word "new", they want everything to be familiar, to be cozy. "Oh man, that new Interpol record is such a throwback to the early 80's art-rock scene. The vocalist sings like the guy from Joy Division. And the guitars are very Mission of Burma-sounding." How many reviews of records, books, movies etc. sound like that?
Everything that I have said this entry has also been said before by someone else. And one day I will have to come to terms with that.
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2003 5 July :: 4.09pm
:: Music: panthers-sexist not sexy
Hey...been trying to meet you.
Description of the past week begins now. Went to Orlando, visited UCF(pleasant surprise), slept with 43 year old, learned of my dad's almost 20-year crush on Ally Sheedy, went to virgin megastore. Bought a shitload of cd's, including such winners as:
Replacements-Tim
GYBE!-Lift your skinny fist like antennas to heaven
Clearlake-Cedars
Grandaddy-Sumday
Panthers-Let's get serious
Dismemberment plan-is terrified
Sonic Youth-daydream nation
1 mile north-minor shadows
All very good albums, save for Grandaddy's, where most of the songs sounded the same. I'm aware that all of the above information was useless to your lives. Of course, most people are useless already.
Anyways, the last week I've been working at Sandoway alot, and hanging with Noah and the Kerr family. It's been nice spending time with the "Adastra crew" like it was earlier this year. 80's bands, fat and worthless jokes towards me, and a lot of andrew's bare ass...now thats what summer's about. July 4th was nice at the kerrs. I wish I had been friends with Tucker sooner, he's an enjoyable guy to be around.
So summer is treating me well right now, which is all i can ask for i guess. Have a ball ladies and gentlemen.
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2003 28 June :: 12.19am
:: Music: broken social scene-late 90's bedroom rock for the missionaries
I don't want to sound bipolar, but today was great. Mom woke me up to tell me Sara had called. So I called her back, and soon enough Ian, Austin, and her were at my house. After I got some pants on, we rolled. Did some thrifting, because we are that punk rawk. Then we saw Devin and Anca driving in boca, so we followed them and Ian got their attention. Hung out with them for a little bit, twas nice. Anyways, we went bowling after we ran into the heavy metal guy outside the candle shop. Much fun was had, even though I was horrible. After hanging out at Sara's, which was fun, if only for the line "wait, you're brother is named Gerard?", which had Austin inexplicably almost shit himself, I was back at my house. My mom and I smoothed things over, which I hope is permanant. Then the family had some KFC, which was quite bitchin.
So, anyways, I'm quite happy right now. It was nice to spend time with 3 people I severly needed to spend time with. Much thanks to them.
And I will see you at the movies.
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