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chaosdecrepit

:: 2006 21 July :: 2.34am
:: Mood: tiiiirreeeddd
:: Music: Non Photo Blue - Pinback

I'm so indie that...
Landon. says:
A band is breaking up and having a superhero dressup show as a farewell. I'm going to wear a skinny tie, ripped jeans, and fashionable boots. When they tell me to pay full cover because I am not dressed up, I will tell them I am and my super power is being INDIE AS FUCK and then I will name like ten bands they haven't heard of to prove my prowess.

The Razer & The Venom - your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine, your memories wrapped within paper and twine says:
That's incredible.

The Razer & The Venom - your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine, your memories wrapped within paper and twine says:
I salute you and award you a legend point in advance.

Landon. says:
I've been stocking up my scene points to trade in for a few of those.

The Razer & The Venom - your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine, your memories wrapped within paper and twine says:
It takes one hundred million.

Landon. says:
I am so indie scene points come out my pores.

Landon. says:
I AM SO INDIE I HATE THE KILLERS.

The Razer & The Venom - your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine, your memories wrapped within paper and twine says:
I hate the Killers because they suck.

The Razer & The Venom - your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine, your memories wrapped within paper and twine says:
But I hate BEP more!

Landon. says:
It's cooler to hate the Killers.

Landon. says:
Or Franz Ferdinand or something like that.

Landon. says:
Something that could pass off as indie to the untrained ear or the wandering faker, but in reality, is not indie enough for the chosey.

The Razer & The Venom - your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine, your memories wrapped within paper and twine says:
I am so indie I listen to strange Canadian bands like The Unicorns and The Ladies and Gentlemen.

Landon. says:
I am so indie I don't even like second albums.

The Razer & The Venom - your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine, your memories wrapped within paper and twine says:
I am so indie I only buy jewellery if it is under one dollar.

Landon. says:
I am so indie I won't buy jewellery, I'll make it.

The Razer & The Venom - your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine, your memories wrapped within paper and twine says:
I am so indie I would rather smash vinyl than buy unused clothing.

Landon. says:
I am so indie I met Chad Kroeger.

The Razer & The Venom - your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine, your memories wrapped within paper and twine says:
I am so indie I don't listen to a band as soon as I hear it on the radio/see it on tv.

Landon. says:
"NOW DON'T MOVE ANY CLOSER, OR I'LL TAKE YOU BACK TO MY PLACE AND MAKE YOU WEAR MALL CLOTHES AND LISTEN TO THE RADIO UNTIL YOU CRY LIKE A BEATEN INFANT!!"

The Razer & The Venom - your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine, your memories wrapped within paper and twine says:
You win.

4 PWNED | In The Face.


chaosdecrepit

:: 2006 20 July :: 12.00am
:: Mood: chipper
:: Music: Danger High Voltage - Electric Six

Shut up and let me love you.
I hung out with Shawna tonight.

It was amazing, mostly because she is amazing and the best friend anyone, especially myself, could ask for.

<3333.

I could not resist and purchased Nightwatch from Future Shop today. So we watched it tonight. And listened to my iPod, Sir Liam Finn, together and played Tomb Raider (PS2).

If you've not seen Nightwatch, nor the trailer, you may view the trailer here.

This morning I watched part of The Dark Crystal, (that movie is quite pretty) and then headed downtown to drop off a resumé at Coles. I hope they hire me. I hope someone hires me and is cool with the fact that I'm leaving for a week at the beginning of August to see Colin and to check out my living arrangements for when I move to go to school.

Dang.

I wouldn't even mind working at the golf course snack shack.

Hopefully creepy old men golfers would give me tips.

Hur-rah.



Let it be known that I am Taking a Stance Against Pants.

Now, this Stance Against Pants or SAP does not apply outside of the home, or when other parties are inside of the home. I have a little something I like to call "class", which is very lacking in this world today.

However, I digress.

My SAP is for when home alone only and involves wearing all devices of clothing excluding pants.

I cannot lie, I find chilling in my undies to be very liberating, and I shall continue to do so unless either

A. Jesus himself knocks on my door and tells me that my not wearing pants will cause the destruction of the earth and heavens.

B. I find tiny cameras in my house directly screening my every movement to BabesWithoutPants.com.

or

C. I trip and fall on one of my carpeted floors and get horrendous rugburn, therefore frightening, emotionally scarring me and destoring my no-pants stance.



Yeah...



In closing, I find it ironic that Jen dreamed of Jönas either around the same, or on the same night I did.

In my dream I was back on The Love Boat and he came up to me and asked if another party of thirty would be in the buffet. I said no, it was only me. He said okay and went back to work.

In Jen's dream he served her vegetables.

Strange...

-Edit-

Austin: I love you. Marry me now, do me twice a day and I will cook for you... frozen chicken breasts... and we will raise children with weird vampire names and never let them out during the daylight.

4 PWNED | In The Face.


chaosdecrepit

:: 2006 18 July :: 2.19am
:: Mood: sleepy
:: Music: God Killed The Queen - Louis XIV

skeet skeet motherfucker
skeet skeet god damn

Is bad gangster rap entertaining in the worst way possible?

Yes.

Take 'Get Low' by Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz for example.

That song is on my iPod for its sheer awful goodness.

Yesssss.

--

Austin: Why did you leave me Brittany? Why?

Me: “Wench.” He spat, jerking himself off of the bed. “If I were not bound to you…”

Me: “Wench.” He spat, jerking himself off

Austin: it's so true...

Austin: if I weren't bound to you, I'd be so lost...but so free... but lost...

Me: Ahahahaha!

Me: But your soul is mine.

Austin: and that's why I must incessantly jerk off while yelling at you.

--

Austin: One of three things will happen to let you know that hug is over...
1. I will pull away slowly and smile and be like "Yay", but on the inside.
2. I will never let you go, because I will have fallen so deeply in love with you that I would want you and I to become one.
3. I will sneak a peak at your bum and you will push away, offended, but secretly desiring me, and then looking at my bum when I walk away in my sweet pants.

Me: 4. Hell takes over the earth and we must become devil hunters to rescue what is left of humanity.

Austin: I guess that would stop a hug.

--

Goodnight Woohu.

-Edit-
(This is so amazing.)

Nikolai: The record player is built into a suitcase so it can be portable.

Nikolai: I've always wanted to go into a meeting and say "The first order of business" then open the suitcase " Is to party down!"

6 PWNED | In The Face.


chaosdecrepit

:: 2006 17 July :: 6.36pm
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: Njosnavelin - Sigur Rós

...and here you are, glowing sun.
It has occured to me that I need more Sigur Rós albums.

-Edit-

Dear Christians,

God is not making "big plans" for you.

You are not magical sparkling snowflake surrounded by light and bunny-rabbits, with a magnificent quest set out for you by your Lord and Savior that will enable you to change the world.

Having two children, one dog, one spouse, working nine till five and reading the Bible does not constitute as changing the world. In fact, you are accomplishing nothing but contributing to the Americanized ignorance of the world around you.

You are in control of your own life.

Take responsibility and try opening your eyes for once.

Sincerely,

Britt.

6 PWNED | In The Face.


chaosdecrepit

:: 2006 10 July :: 5.54pm
:: Mood: dance dance indie emo dance party
:: Music: Rasputin - Boney M

Only to bark to the words of so-and-so
Fuck so-and-so

So I am officially home from my intercontinental ballistic missile travels.

... Sans the missiles. Fucking Americans.

It was the best thing I have ever done for myself and I don't think I've ever been so happy. ... Except maybe when I was in Europe. But I really missed my friends and I'll be really excited to see them. When I do. Shawna should be calling me soon. Speaking of which I should probably retrieve my cellular device.

BE ARE BE GUYZ.

Okay. It's beside me now. And I'm listening to some song about taking someone to a gay bar. I heard it in Germany and it is pretty neat.

I'll probably upload some of my pictures in a bit now. I snarl pretty convincingly when I'm hammered.

I also made a personal declaration that all drunken pictures were to be in black-and-white.

And so I said it.

And so it was done.

My room looks like Hurricane Katrina came back for seconds... ... Well firsts of my room, but you get the picture.

So I will probably clean it... Or at least make an attempt to. And grandly lay out all my souvaneirs (Fuck that word.) on my glass shelving.

Then tomorrow I will lurk on down to London Drugs and see about getting my photos developed as well as exchange The Count of Monte Cristo Vol. 2 for FullMetal Alchemist Vol. 8... At least I think I'm on Volume 8. Whatever has Winry and the dog on the cover.

In closing; I am in love with Finland.

I love Finland.
I love the Finnish people, they were so kind to me.
I love the countryside, I love the streets, I love the cobblestones and the sky.

I hope so live there someday soon, at least for a little while.

Ta.~

2 PWNED | In The Face.

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