Nothing Better

Since I have absolutly nothing better to do at the moment I'm going to spout off whatever comes to my head. It's either that or playing Clicken Gold. Quite frankly I've imposed so many "rules" on myself to make that game interesting, this seems like a much better alternative. Plus it's good to write. Writing is important.
I have tons of songs on my mp3. I have lots of CDs on my mp3. So with all these choices one would think I would have a lot of different things I listen to. Well, one would be wrong if one thought that. Frankly I find it "hard" enough to choose between the limited CDs that I do listen to, it would be nearly impossible for me to choose out of the whole thing. So what is that I listen to? Pretty standard stuff actually. FF, t'Chiefs, Killers (occasionally, when I feel bad about not listening to them in a really long time), Rilo Kiley, the Darkness (yes, I've gotten over the falsetto), Maximo Park, Keane and thats really it. I listen to indivual songs on occasion but mostly I just listen to those bands. I've been listening to OK Go, but thats not on my mp3 (yet.) Interesting thing is, I repeatedly listen to the same things. It's actually been quite awhile since I've listened to Keane relatively speaking. Maybe a week? Anyway, despite all the choice I have, I'm very narrow minded. Then again, is that such an awful thing?
I think I'm going to start carrying around two sodas in my backpack. I'm such a total caffeine addict it's not even funny. Thing is, I'm a very slow drinker. I started drinking my current soda at about 10 to 5 and right now it's about 6:15. Thats over an hour to drink one 12floz soda. On the other hand if I don't get enough caffeine I get headaches. Well...not really. I guess I don't have to carry around sodas. Or maybe just one. I need something to keep me awake during the second half of the school day. Poor Mrs. Kirby rarely ever sees me very awake. Then again neither does Mr. Sharp. Math is completely different though. I'm just concentrating really hard. :sigh:
Ya know what I find very interesting? The fact that neither Tom nor Alex are terribly attractive despite the fact that they have just wonderful voices. Ricky and Brandon on the other hand are attractive but their voices, in my opinion, aren't as good as Tom or Alex's. But I suppose looks and vocal quality are subjective. What I think isn't neccesarily what you or someone else thinks. In fact I feel like I'm in a bit of a minority, especially with Alex. I'm always somewhat suprised when people talk about Alex's good looks. I think his new hairdo is much better than his old one, but really there are few good photos of the man in my opinion. This isn't to say that Ricky only takes gorgeous photos, it just seems to me that Ricky is better looking than Alex. Vocals though, it's the opposite. Oy, I think I'm repeating myself. Hopefully you get the point.
Franz Ferdinand's second CD is definatly a step up from the first but I still really like what they do on the first CD. The music is particularly sophsticated, but compared to what some bands to do, it's very different and sophsticated comparatively speaking. "Ich heisse super fantastiche!" That line will never be beat. Except maybe by "I want a car." Man, This Boy is such an awsome song. Save, You Could Have it So Much Better and Fade Together there ain't a dud on that CD. Except, ya know, for the ones that I said. And those two songs aren't bad, they just aren't as good as the other ones. I would say Do You Want To but there's a certain charm to that song that the former songs just don't have. I like them, but...eh. Nonetheless, both CDs are excellent. :shakes head: Just scary.
My one fear is that t'Chiefs, Keane, and the Killer's second albums won't be good as their first. What Franz Ferdinand was pretty remarkable compared to a lot of bands. I mean, the phrase "sophmore slump" exsist for a reason. Most band's second albums are either a repeat of the first, or not as good as the first. Either that or the second album is just way too different from the first. That happens too. Anyway, I hope that, that doesn't happen with my bands. I hope they all have the success that Franzie poo has had.
Well, the CD is almost done so I think I'll finish this off now. See ya later.

She's Got the Devil in Her Heart

Everytime mums takes a picture of Rosie with flash, Rosie gets these awful red eyes that are just nearly impossible to fix. Mums has been able to do it most of the time, but with this picture, Rosie's eyes are just too red. Rosie though is the sweetest little woof. Always expecting something exciting to happen. This picture was taken outside of mes parents room. One would suspect that Toaster (a nickname) was probably waiting for either dad to do something, or mums to get ready for a walk. She's such a little sweet dog. Anyway, I thought you guys might like to see that.

Christmas List

As much as it scares, I have to start thinking about Christmas. I have to make a list so that my relatives know what to get me. Honestly I don't trust them to get what I actually want. Last year my dad's parents got me this strange recording of Oklahoma! that had the Brady Bunch mom as Laurie. So yeah, considering what I want, don't trust them at all. This stuff ain't mainstream. Well, it kind of is. I'm not that cool. Anyway, it's mostly cds. God...I can't believe it's almost December. So scary.

• Arcade Fire -- Rebellion (Lies)
• Belle and Sebastian -- ummm....all of it?
• Blur -- ditto
• OK Go -- Oh No (and maybe their first cd...not sure)
• Elefant -- Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid (boo ya! Loves that title)
• The Futureheads -- Self Titled
• Keane -- Strangers (actually this one's a docu. I would really like this one)
• Kaiser Chiefs -- Enjoyment (docu again. Oh and I would like...)
• Franz Ferdinand -- their docu (everyone has one! everyone needs one)

There are some books, but I've already told mums about them and I can't remember their titles. I'm just that good. :suddenly feels a bit selfish: Hmmm...I don't have any money to give!! I guess I'll just have to give hugs.
In other worlds, I've decided I have no life. I've spent most of the day not doing a damn thing. Literally. Not a damn thing. So sad. Oh well, I'm a bit busier tomorrow. What with my clarinet lesson at two. :sigh: I don't want to read The Stranger!! And can you blame me? I think not. So there ya go. Life in the fast lane mes petites.

Into the Cavern

Seems the Rickster has cut of his hair a bit. :shrugs: He's still so damn sexy it hurts my heart. :shrugs: People make too much of rockstars. Me included.
I was watching my mum unstuff the turkey this afternoon. I thought about what use to be in there. I felt bad for a bit but then I rememberd that 1) I have to eat meat because I won't eat beans and 2) The turkey is dead. It was going to die. The circle of life continues on.
I'm so freakin' tired. I think I'll go to bed soon. Another early night for Nore. I like sleeping, so sue me. I'm a teenager. An extremely abnormal teen. In fact my name is Abby Normal. :waits: :waits a bit longer: Okay, if you didn't get the joke you never will. Or, well, one day you will. Maybe. Uh. So tired.
In case y'all were wondering, OK Go is an okay band. I like them. Oh No is a rather good album. So yeah, go download it or buy it or whatever. I recommend it!
Not much else to report. Had a good Thanksgiving. Not looking forward to tomorrow. Stupid Holiday Parade. I don't know if I can do it though. I stupidly forgot my plastic clarinet at school and there's no fuckin' way I can march my wood clarinet. The poor thing would crack in two in the cold and stuff. We'll see. Sort of. So goodnight guys. I'll try and be more interesting this weekend.

Thunder Thighs/Thundering Voice

I have huge thighs. I can't wear skirts or tight pants because they are so big. Mums say I don't, but she's lying through her teeth. I have huge thighs.
On the other hand I have a huge voice. When I sing loudly or even talk loudly I can pretty much fill up the space I'm in. I'm not a soprano but neither was Patsy Cline or Ella Fitzgerald. I'm in good company.
I do have pimples. And scars from past pimples. I have red splotches all over my forehead. I constantly worry them because I'm so stressed. It feels like there's little I can do about the cause or the effect. I'm kinda SOL in that area.
Of course this year is going comparatively well for me. Good grades, happy social life, no parental problems (for the most part.) I'm not hiding things like I did last year which means that around report card time I'm sleeping better than I did last year. So actually this year is going really well for me.
Then there's my gut. It's changes between slightly lumpy to "I'm wearing a sweatshirt, again" big. Last night I was looking in the mirror and started bouncing up and down. Yeah it start giggling. At least my pants still fit.
I have friends. 'Nough said.
Men (some men) are afraid of me. Or at least they don't consider me "girlfriend" material. I assume this because no one has asked me out. I know guys. I don't know. Men and romance confuse to some extent. For all my dreaming (and wishing and hoping) I've got nothing to show. I'm no one's arm candy. I've never been kissed. Am I too smart? Too tall? Not pretty enough? To out spoken? What the hell is wrong with me???? I'm nice. I've got more patient with men. I talk to them. What the hell did I do wrong??
So I have low self esteem when it comes to my body. My self esteem has never been very high anyway. Just gotten worse with all the failing and near failing grades I've gotten. I've been hovering around 175lbs for a year now. I may be 5'10" but I've still got a belly. And those thunder thighs.

Not Much

Top of the Pops. Popworld. The Ed SullivanShow. Think about it. Just think.
:nods head: Yup thats all I've got to say. They have those shows and we got...we had him. :nods:
:sigh: I really don't have much to talk about. The day was somewhat boring and I haven't really done anything much since I got home. Turkey day in two days. :nods: Slow news day my friends, slow news day.

The Darkness

"I believe in a thing called love" and then he sings higher than me. I know I could really like this band. I just get incredibly pissy/jealous everytime I listen to them because they're lead singer can sing higher than me. And he's a fuckin' guy. That's not fair!!! He shouldn't be allowed to sing higher than me!!! Anyway, if it weren't for that I could really like the Darkness.
Entertainment Weekly is so late. In this week's issue they list 6 Indie Brit Bands On the Cusp. I know every single one except the Noisettes. I just laughed. In case you're wondering who these bands are they are : Arctic Monkeys, Nine Black Alps, The Rakes, The Editors, and Art Brut. On the next page in the Download This section they mention the new Darkness single. Again twenty years behind. :hides behind Fake DIY and NME: I'm not a hypocrite. I swear 0_0

100th Post

I live in a town called Reston. I go to the local high school and have small group of people I consider friends. I'm band and play the clarinet. I find that most of my teachers are pretty cool with the exception of my band teacher. He's a complete and utter flake. I live about 1/2 an hour away from Washington D.C. on route 66. I lived in DC for the first 8 years of my life and have been to almost all the museums at least twice. I've been to the monuments at least once or have driven/walked past them multiple times. I learned how to ride my bike in the "back yard" of the Supreme Court. I was 5 minutes from the Mall, so I watched the fireworks there almost every 4th of July. My Dad is a corporate lawyer and once worked for MCI. He now works for Patton/Boggs which no one outside of the lawyer world will probably have heard of. My Mums and Dad met at law school. Mums is a stay at home mom currently taking graduate classes in special education. Sophs, my sister, is two years older than me and annoys the crap out of me every once in awhile. We have very similar tastes in music. She's not so bad really. My family use to have a cat named Sadie who didn't like anyone save my dad. She especially did not like Sophs. She died when I was in 5th grade shortly after we got our first dog Nikki. We have two dogs, Nikki and Rosie. They think they're fierce but they aren't.
Reston is a suburb of DC and it seems to me that almost nothing interesting happens. There isn't a lot that happens in DC either except for the politics. Not a lot of rock musicians come to DC. Mostly they go to some of the bigger venues in Maryland or Virginia. In any event, they're never very close and Sophs has to want to go because I don't have my license yet. Another thing I've noticed is that rock musicians usually only play one night and then move on. Granted the USA is a pretty big country, but still. I think the only thing that happens in this part of the country are plays I can't/don't want to go to or a new art exhibit. Plus all the politics.
I'm a brit-pop junkie with a more eclectic taste than some would think. I grew up listening to oldies, jazz, classical, and whatever else my parents played around me. I've been singing since I knew how and except for the last year have been some sort of choir/chorus since I was very little. As for books my two favorite authors are Douglas Adams and Julian Barnes. I've read a lot since I learned how to read, which is actually pretty amazing. I taught myself how to read, without phonetics, which is a pretty major accomplishment. Haven't beat that one yet. I'm a fast reader just like my Dad, my grandfather and my mom's older sister. I just wish I had more time to read.
That's my life for the most part. Not a lot happens to me that I think is particularly interesting, or that someone else might deem as interesting. I keep a journal to insure that I don't go insane and to prove that I'm crazy. This is my 100th post. I'm pretty proud of that

How To Be A Great Lead Singer (or just the requirements)

1. Must have a "lead singer" voice (Think George Harrison v. Paul McCartney, or Dave Grohl v. Kirk Cobaine)
2. Must have stage presence (Think Dave Grohl or Ricky Wilson or Paul Smith, or Tom Chaplin. Don't think of Brandon Flowers)
3. Must be willing to be mouth piece for the band (Think Alex Kapranos or Ricky Wilson or Brandon Flowers)
4. Should be reasonably good looking (Think Ricky Wilson v. Lead singer of Louis XIV. Which do you like better?)
5. Needs to be able to write music, or help with writing music ( Ricky, Alex, Brandon, Paul S, Dave, Rivers, Tom, Jenny, Steve, Paul Macca, John...)
6. Should be able to play an instrument (cowbell counts too)
7. Must be photogenic (even if only moderatly good looking, like Alex, Tom, or Dave)
8. Must have a certain amount of humility (Ricky, Alex, Paul S. Not Brandon)
9. Needs to be witty (Alex is an excellent example, as is Paul S and John)
   
10. Should be able to make girls and/or boys swoon at the drop of a pin (Ricky, Alex, Brandon, Paul Macca)

So thats what I say. Here's a list of the full names and bands of the examples I gave. You should know this by now, but I'm feeling generous today (and I like using the little list thingy):

• The Beatles (Paul McCartney, John Lennon, George Harrison)
• Franz Ferdinand (Alex Kapranos {whose last name I can spell without looking})
• Foo Fighters (Dave "I use to live in N. Virginia because I rock" Grohl)
  
• Hot Hot Heat (Steve "I have a fro, but I'm not black" Bays)
• Kaiser Chiefs (Ricky "Charles Richard" Wilson)
• Keane (Tom "I once wore purple pants" Chaplin)
• The Killers (Brandon "I'm married and extremely hot" Flowers)
• Maximo Park (Paul "I'm super flexible" Smith)
• Nirvana (Kirk "I brought rock back and ended hair metal" Cobaine)
• Rilo Kiley (Jenny "I can sing your whole outfit off" Lewis)

Your's Nore "I wish I were as cool as half the people on the above list" No Last Name For You!

Breakfast

Today something amazing happened. Something happened that has never happened to me before. I got on the 3.5 honor roll. Which means I get to go to a cool breakfast thing. It also means that I have my mp3 back. But just the fact that I somehow have a 3.5 gpa makes me happy. Now for something completely different:

B-SIDES!!! For the KCs
People Need Light: And now we start wondering whether there's something in their collective beer. Think Beatles sampling and reasons for people needing light. So strange, they must have been high.
Moon: Considering how little I can understand, I think this is a love song of sorts. "The tide belongs to the moon, and I belong to you." I think. Anyway, not as weird as People need light.
Seventeen Cups: Cups mean tea. I can't understand whats being said. I hate that. I like the sound though. Tis pretty.
The Letter Song: Love song. Acoustic guitar. Tambourine. Piano. Beatles feel. I love.
Brightest Star: Yummy. Ricky sounds odd. Kinda think it's not him, but it could be. "With an upstairs lounge I'll be rid of you"!!! 'Nother good one.
Not Suprised: Okay, so People Need Light is the really oddity. Everything else is perfect. yay.
Not much else to report. Most of the day was spent inwardly celebrating my exciting news and coughing up my lungs and/or blowing my nose. So yay for me!

Entry #2 for 15/11/05 (ooh european dating)

I don't actually take notes during physics for the most part. The same goes for english. Sometimes with math. When I'm not taking notes I write fairly random things. Today I had fun with glue, a popsicle stick, and sheer boredom during physics. Sometimes though I write pretty poetry. Like the depressing poem I posted a little while back. Problem is, when you have 3 notebooks and no clue where to find the pretty poem, one could get a bit frustrated. So I'm going to find this pretty poem and post it. I'll be back in a few minutes to do that.
:a bit later: Damn, damn, damn. I threw it away. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Would you consider Employment a particularly happy LP? I'll admit the tunes can be cheery sounding, but does that a "happy" album make? I think not. The lyrics for every song save Saturday Night is depressing to one extent or another. I could say Saturday Night is slightly depressing, but I don't want to. I'm already catagorizing two of my favorite songs on the LP depressing already, no need to have it be three. I suppose people just don't listen to the lyrics. I believe one should do that, otherwize you loose half the picture. Hmmm.
I don't want to finish my homework. I know I need to, but I don't want to. I hate conclusions and I hate what we're doing in english. I guess I'll just have to finish it later. Stay up late. Oh well.

Crap On You

So I'm not feeling any better. My cold as become a chest thing, so now my chest hurts and I can't really talk. My life sucks.
For the first time since I became a South Lakes Seahawk, I was tardy for a class. omg. Rather impressive if you ask me, but whatever. Hopefully I'll continue my streak of on timeness and not be tardy again for a long time. Oh I'm pathetic.
Not much else happening here. This whole sick thing sucks. And I really don't want my report card. Thus far I surmise that I have 2 Bs, 4 As and an unknown grade in math. Thats the part that scares the crap out of me. I don't like being able to tell what my grade is in a class. So scary. :quivers: I hate report cards.
So I'm procrastinating. Tis fun. I'll just be sick and all that cool stuff. Oh I think I've stopped making sense! Ta then.

There's something in my throat, and it's weird

You know what scares me? Men who can sing higher than me. Falsetto is the devil. Along with some other things I'm sure I've mentioned before. Anyway, that's a big reason for why I don't like the Darkness. Their lead singer can sing higher than me. And he does it through the whole CD. Really creeps the shit out of me. Kind of like opera singers and baritones. Some voices just creep me out.
In other news I'm still sick. And I'm procrastinating. Have been for almost two hours now. I'll get it done though. I usually do.
I've decided that it's better to admit that I'm bitter than to try and hide the fact. I'M BITTER! That's right, I'm very bitter. You know why? Because I'm silly. I'm bitter over something completely superfluous. I'm bitter over the fact that I can't see my bands in concert. I realize that I've said this a million times before, but I'm just realizing how absolutly silly it must sound to all of you. Oh well. I'm strange and silly. But yes, I am bitter.

I Am The New Sick

I continuely put myself in situations that continuely show me how glad I am I decided not to be a muscian. Unfortunatly I didn't get to finish that experience because I'm sick. Mind you I'm sure everybody around me is quite glad I'm not there. I would be a miserable stand partner. Ugh I feel like shit.
In any event I thought you might like to know that I'm sick. That is all.

I'm Not Happy, I Swear

I think thats a song. By My Chemical Romance. Oh well. Yay plagerism!!!

A Depressive Poem for November 9, 2005

And if I could fly/I would leave this place/Make a new me/Someone ne I would like to be
Disappear in the crowd/Where no one would notice/Forget who I was/A chameleon camoflouge
So it would go/I would no longer be/Exsist the same as Holden/Only in the mind
Oh if I could fly/I would surely disappear/No longer to be seen/Completely utterly free

Booya bitch. Today is craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap

Mush For Brains

Today feels like a monday. I know it isn't a monday, but it feels like a monday.
I've just properly waken (woken?) up. It's 3:09 pm and I've just woken up. Sad. I think it's the music though. Maybe not. I don't really care. I just don't give a flying fuck about anything today.
My sister is coming home today. Her counselor thought it would be dangerous for her if she stayed at college. Like suicide dangerous. Thing is, I'm angry. Not so much at her but at the whole shittyness of the situation. Why should she get to come home? I never got to come home. I stayed at Stu stuffing myself till I couldn't feel, trying to explain to myself some good reason why I was doing this, so when my parents asked I would have a semi-reasonable explanation. I was depressed so often it was fucking miracle when I felt happy. Did I get to come home? Skip classes? No, because I'm not in college. All those times when my window seemed like a welcome option to sheer apathetic-ness of my life, I stayed. Never got the chance because I was 15/16 and only in 8th/9th grade. Once you're an adult you get to give up. Finally after all the struggling and hardship at 18/19 you can say "Fuck you, I'm quitting." But not till then. No, till then you have to suck it up, go on meds, talk to a therapist. Can't quit. Fucking hypocrisy if you ask me.
I'm in such a foul mood today. Math and it's goddamn idiosyncrasies, Mr. Louie and his inablitity to make physics even a little bit interesting, health and all that means. Really wish we had come back on a blue day. Then I wouldn't be so pissed and bitchy. Just want to scream at the sky today.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:Bounce:

:bounce, bounce: What is it about All-American Rejects that makes me think of 8th grade? Strange stuff yo.
Oh Benny Folds-poo. You make the piano ever so much more glorious than you know. Keane makes it all ballad, and you dearest make it all rock.
I'm a wee bit hyper. Ya know why? Cuz I got like 15 bagillion hours of sleep and I have no school.
Ya know whats super, super cool? Mr. Vagts listening to London Calling and Mr. Louie listening to Weezer. Booya bitch. My teachers are shiznit.
:bounce, bounce: I'm so friggin bored!!!!!!!!

Rilo Kiley

Alright, I would like to clarify something I said yesterday. When I said "Wonder why it is that no one questions there sexuality" what I mean is the following: Male pop singers sometimes have their sexuality questioned. Actors at times have their sexuality questioned. Musical theater guys have their sexuality questioned at times. So why is it that rock band guys rarely have their sexuality questioned? Mind you the comment was somewhat random given the context, but my mind works oddly so it made sense to me when I wrote it. I just want you to know that I'm not questioning anyone's sexuality. I love me some rock guys, so despite the eyeliner and dandy clothing, I heartly believe they are all hetero. Especially Ricky. Even if Jackie doesn't think so, cuz she's crazy. :nods:
So yeah, Rilo Kiley. Pretty spiff stuff they have in that there band. Portion For Foxes, tres spiff. In fact, of the three songs I downloaded (yay for Yahoo! Music Unlimited!!!) there isn't a one that I don't like. Which is pretty spiff. In fact very, very, tres, tres, :tries to say very in spanish twice: cool. I like me some Rilo Kiley.
Oh and Razorlight! The lead singer may look odd, but I like his voice, and the songs build in a nice rock song way. Somewhat predictable, but overall very nice. So there, now it's just 10 bands. Actually, no. I listened to the Von Bondies. They were okay. I've decided that I'm more of a rock-pop kind of person. Vaguely indie as I said yesterday. Also have some Raveonettes. I liked, but not sure I would by the cd. We'll see. Thats it. 4 bands down, 8 bands to go.
Thats it mes petites. I've got a semi-long week ahead. Two days of school, an audition and then GMU Honor Band stuff. Sure I miss a day of school, but I'm going to be in intense practice mode. My head will explode at the end of Friday. And again on Saturday. I'm so excited.

Make Up Work

Click here. Click on "A Million Ways" Dance linky-poo for whatever you need. Watch. Laugh and be amused. Be amazed at Nore's amazing taste in music. Or not. The last one's optional.
Then go watch "Dance, Dance" by Fall Out Boy. Be amazed that these kind of dorks ever make it into the music scene. Wonder why it is that no one questions there sexuality. Laugh at the lead singer's silly mutton chop-esque side burns.
Finally, ponder over why it has taken Nore so damn long to figure out that when people say "hey you might like this" they actually mean it. And that it has taken the same person so damn long to figure out that not all music is crap. Especially when it's vaguely indie. Yeah.

Bands That I Still Need To Listen To

1. Fiery Furnaces
2. Snow Patrol
3. Yeah Yeah Yeahs (for serious, not mockingly)
4. The Von Bondies
5. Razorlight
6. Elefant
7. The Walkmen
8. The Stills
9. The Raveonettes
10. The Kills
11. Rooney
12. Rilo Kiley
    

I know it seems like a lot, but really it's not. Actually it is, but I'm trying not to be amazed at how thick I can be. I mean, shit! 12 f-ing bands. 12!!!! Shit.
I'm making up for years of neglect. All these bands. All this music. I'm trying my damndest to make up for it. It just amazes me how many there are. Eventually I'll listen to them all. Eventually.

Repeat

Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park.
Over and over, through my fingers, in my ears, out of my mouth. I think I'm a little obsessive. Do you think I'm a little obsessive?
Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park.
Lyrics in my head all the time. Constantly writing them out, trying to purge the mind of them. Zoning out listening to what fragments I have stuck from singing them over and over again. Checking the journals, the websites, the fansites. Constant, constant, constant
Franz Ferdinand, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, Maximo Park. 45345. Repeat 20 times a day and you'll understand. Understand why the mean so much. Why I write about them so much. Obsessive. Yes thats the word. I'm obsessive. So why is that such a bad thing?

A Letter

Dear Franz Ferdinand, Hot Hot Heat, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Killers, and Maximo Park,
Please send me sheet music of every song you've ever released. I need this to complete a thorough analysis of the music. You see listening just isn't good enough. I need to know every chord and figure out every layer. One cannot figure out the chord progression if one cannot see the notes. I would truely appreciate it if you could send that to me. Thank you very much.
From a Devoted Fan

I wish. God I wish I could do that. That would just be so awsome. That analysis would be so cool. Oh man. I wish

Never Stop

(And now for those profound thoughts I was talking about)
Never stop believing in fairy tales
Never stop waiting for true love
Never stop hoping for miracles
Never stop being optimistic
Never stop singing in the shower
Never stop being starstruck
Never stop listening for Santa
Never stop dreaming
Never stop hoping
Never stop believing
Never stop being true
Never stop looking
Never stop fantasizing
Never stop being who you want to be
Never stop standing up for your beliefs
Never stop believing in miracles.
Never stop living life to the fullest, no matter what people say, no matter how hard it is, no matter what.

Outsiders

We've seen some change
But we're still outsiders
If everybody's here
Then hell knows
We ride alone

I've seen some years
But you're still my Caesar
With everything I feel
I feel you've already been here

The only difference is all I see
Is now all that I've seen

It's bright on the outside
The bright love the dark side
I know it's obvious
But sometimes
You just have to say it
So you don't feel so weak
About being such a freak
Or alone

In seventeen years
Will you still be Camille
Lee Miller, Gala or whatever
You know what I mean, yeah

Love'll die
Lovers fade
But you still remain there
Squeezing in your fingers
What it means for me to be

The only difference is what might be
Is now what might have been

When you saw me sleeping
You thought I was dreaming of you
I didn't tell you
That the only dream
Is Valium for me

The only difference is that what might be
Is now

Fall asleep, fall asleep, fall asleep

I didn't think I would like this song. I had read (I think Rollingstone) that it wasn't a particularly strong track, so I was rather suprised by my reaction. First of all the melody is so enticing to my musical side. I mean, geeze. Not even the Beatles used that mode, I think. Also the middle part really...well, thats what all my livejournal communities and fansites and the music do for me. I know it's obvious/But sometimes/You just have to say it/So you don't feel so weak/About being such a freak/Or alone Listening to the ballads and such make me feel better. They make feel stronger. I know I'm not so weird if I know there's someone else feeling or thinking the way I do. Everyone wants to be apart of something. No one wants to be alone.

I Needed This

Everyone needs a good laugh right? So here's one curtesy of some hilarious gents. More specifically Paul Smith and Lukas Wooller of les Maxie Poo. Paul is particularly funny.
Laugh Me Ass Off Please
In regards to YCHISMB, I'll give my op-ed...well just think about the concerts. I say one thing but really don't do it. Just know this --- I love it all. Especially track 7. If you don't know what that is, look it up. Mwhahaha.

To That Statue with the Dictionary

:cries: This is the most beautiful song ever. Oh my God, it is just so beautiful and sweet and...I WANT A BOYFRIEND TO WRITE ME BEAUTIFUL SONGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, I got my cd. I'm very happy. And the song I was talking about is "Eleanor Put Your Boots On." It is the most beautiful song ever. With piano and all sorts of coolness.
I'll give a full report after I listen to this a few more (read 100) times. Right now I'll tell you this: Much different, yet sort of the same. It's like they took "Come On Home" and flew. In a way. Different, yet familiar.
So I had a bloody miserable afternoon/early evening. Marching band has never been so god awful. Drizzle and cold weather is not fun to march in. I was feeling like absolute shit, so when I saw it was Dad picking me, I was rather disappointed. Mums always makes me feel better. At least I feel more comfortable talking to her. So Dad and I were listening to the News Hour on NPR. Dad really likes this show and we were on my "favorite" part, the analysis of Brooks and sometimes Shields. Tonight it was Oliphont who wears cool bow ties. I was content to listen. I found it rather odd that Dad said to turn on the cd player. He was "bored with this stuff." The cd came on and something about the opening riff seemed vaguely familiar. The style I suppose. Then I heard the riff I had heard two days after the cd was released. THE FALLEN!!! I started screaming (good screaming, not bad screaming) and Dad just smiled. Franzie to the rescue, per usual. So I'm fairly happy now.
Lets see, anything else? Jackie, Iris, and Susan watched me in the Homecoming parade. I was feeling pretty shitty when I saw them, so it was pretty cool to see them. I'm doing something with Jackie tomorrow. We shall see who else comes. Go Hitchhiker's!!
:yells: "This Boy" should be called something else!!!!!!!!!! It's not "This Boy"!!!!!! Grrr.
FF KC Ke Ki MP

I know you...

"I know you, I waltzed with you once upon a dream
I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar to me
And I know it's true that visions are seldom what they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once
Upon a dream"

Good song. Good song.
I'm waiting ever so patiently for my cd. I've been waiting ever so patiently for two weeks. I hate waiting ever so patiently. Until I get, I'll be mentioning this on Tuesdays. Just so you know.
Band tonight, band thursday, band friday, band tuesday, band thursday, band friday, band saturday, band tuesday, band thursday, band friday. No more band. Yay!!!
Goodnight, or good evening. I'm off.

Lyrics part III (or something like that)

I know I'm not working hard enough when I can update my journal two days in a row. Oh well, I'll just suck it up.
I really don't have much to say. I actually just wanted to post lyrics to these two songs I really like. They're neat. And depressing in their own special ways. Yay!! (blue!!)

Modern Way (Kaiser Chiefs :does the fake shock face:)

I know '‘cos I've seen it
It was great and I want it
There'’s no point in sitting
Going crazy on my own
Do you know what
I was put here in the world for
Could you tell me
In three words or more

It's the only way of getting out of here
It's the only way of getting out of here

Take a lesson
From the ones who have been there
My brain is not damaged
But in need of some repair
Hold on to the basics
But we can't change all our tactics
There's no point in sitting
Going crazy on your own

It's the only way of getting out of here
It's the only way of getting out of here

This is the modern way
Of faking it everyday
And taking it as we come
We're not the only ones
Is that what we used to say
This is the modern way

I know where I'm going
And that we are in the knowing
And I will stop at nothing
Just to get what I want

It's the only way of getting out of here
It's the only way of getting out of here

This is the modern way
Of faking it everyday
And taking it as we come
We're not the only ones
Is that what we used to say
This is the modern way (hard to read yellow!!)

Toto Dies (Nellie McKay)

And when the dawn breaks through the drums start
beating the morning to the farm
your grimace widens and your lips part
sounding the silent alarm
and when the bells explode they scatter
hitching a hand unto the breeze
the grand bureaucracy grows fatter
whistling the old melodies

oh-ee-oh goes the Buckingham jewel guard
oh-ee-oh goes the cop on the beat
oh-ee-oh goes the kid in the schoolyard
oh-ee-oh goes the kid on the street
Hey man what'’s happenin'’ with you?
I watched that episode too
maybe I'’ll get some Chinese
I'’ll have the dumplings
no MSG please

And when the night breaks through they wonder
if all they lost was self-respect
they pass the homes of greed and plunder
still, ling'’ring on, the disconnect

oh-ee-oh sittin' down for the evening
oh-ee-oh through the civil earthquake
oh-ee-oh safe in bed and they'’re dreamin'
heaven knows if they'll ever awake

Yeah I'’ll have my coffee black
hey look we'’re bombing Iraq
I guess thatÂ’s the only way
oh did I tell you we got Fifi spayed?
and when they get to work they hear drums
the boom fills all the empty space
they file papers lada-dee-dum
trimming their shoebox with lace

oh-ee-oh but there'’s somethin'’ a growin'
oh-ee-oh through the bustle and hiss
oh-ee-oh fuck the lawns that need mowin'
oh-ee-oh there is somethin'’ amiss
oh-ee-oh oh-ee-oh oh-ee-oh
oh-ee-oh-ee-oh-ee-oh (pink!!)

Another song you should listen to is "Jingle Jangle" by Hot Hot Heat. Also depressing in a way. Or anything by the Kinks. Also kind of sad. The neat thing about those two songs/bands is the tune and rhythm are pretty upbeat, so you don't feel like you're listening to depressing as heck songs. My favorite kind of depressing music. The deceptive kind. (green!!)

Bend and Break

My cd has yet to come. I offically hate Sony. I don't hate Franzie, I hate Sony. In this hate for Sony I will listen to Keane non-stop until I get the new Franzie. Or something like that.
Dad has the mumps. Mums has lost 11 pounds due to stress. Sophs is depressed. Me? I painted my finger nails navy blue. I'm actually doing pretty well. I went to see a play with Jackie on Saturday then I went over to her house and did a jigsaw puzzle with her, Iris, and Angel. I had a blast. I'm the only person in my family who isn't feeling like shit for one reason or another. Pretty special for me.
November 4. The last day of marching band and the last day of the quarter. I'm literally counting down the days. Well not literally, literally, but more theoretically. Which isn't literally at all but thats really beside the point. I'm excited to say the least. It's all almost over!!! Hopefully the rest of the season will go well and the rest of the quarter will go well too. That way I can get my mp3 back!!! w00t!!
My clarinet helps me compensate for my low singing range. :nods:
Not much else to report. It was really weird talking to Sophs today. She just sounded exactly the way I must have sounded when I was at Stu in 9th grade. It was almost scary in a way. Depression sucks ass. :contemplates the tone of last sentence: Hmmm, I really do mean that seriously ya know. The worst part is that you, by yourself, can do nothing to stop depression. Eating, sleeping, singing, none of it helps. So sad.
"If only I don't bend and break
I'll meet you on the otherside
I'll meet you in the light..."

Review

I can always count on the Washington Post to give a review of the show I saw last whenever. Here it is for your reading pleasure the review of Monday's concert.
In other news, there is no other news. Read the review while I curse out Sony. A week, a goddamn fucking week!

Things

The back of my neck hurts. I'm hoping this has nothing to do with last night. I feel fairly confident that it doesn't, but honestly ya never know. I just want my neck to stop hurting.
I did my English oral today. People seemed impressed with how I did. I was nervous the whole time and couldn't think straight. My transitions sucked, but at least I tried to have some fluency between each subject. I had too many quotes, but when I realized that I has mostly done and really wanted to include the quotes that I had left. Damn I sucked. I honestly don't care what Alex and Kaitlyn said, I didn't like my oral. I'm going to have indigestion the rest of the day. I hate this.
I will again fail to write properly about the concert last night. Sophs thinks it's a futile excersise and quite frankly I haven't been able to do it, so I'm not going to try. I will say this though --- I wish that I could here Ricky's voice everday and that I knew someone half as cool as Dave Grohl, Rivers Como (lead singer o' Weezer) and Ricky. It was, to use Dave's favorite curse word, fucking awsome.

Last Night

"We've been hired to warm you up."- Ricky :swoon:

Set List
Na Na Na Na Na
Saturday Night
Everday I Love You Less and Less
Sink That Ship :yearns for single:
I Predict a Riot
Modern Way
OMG

Kaiser Chiefs...I love them, but very few last night loved them. Twas terribly sad. Ricky was horribly frustrated. It was their last night. Soon they go off to the UK to tour avec The Cribs and les Maxie poo. :wishes she lived in UK:

"Are you ready to be conquered?"- Ricky

Bad News

Oh my little fishes I need some good news asap. I have C's in two of my favorite classes. I don't know how I'm going to explain this to Mums and Dad. It's such a huge disappointment to me and I know it will be an even bigger one to them. I can kind of explain the history grade, but English? I don't know what I'm going to do. The thought of having to explain this them just makes me sick. I know it's just an interim and that I'll have lots of oppurtunties to make up for the lackluster performance, but still. Ugh...I just feel awful.
Ya know what else is bugging me? My lack of the YCHISMB. I ordered it from Sony so I'm getting a bonus cd for free, but they didn't send out the thing until yesterday. So far the only songs I've heard from the new cd are "Do You Want To?" and "The Fallen." I heard "The Fallen" last night on the Hard Rock concert thingy on MTV and I must say, I really like it. There's no doubt in my mind I'll like the rest of the CD, I just really, really want it. Ugh, this waiting is killing me.
A home game, homecoming, states, another home game. Another month of marching band. :sighs: I'm going to die in that month. These grades and marching band will sap me of what little creative output I have. I have choir. I have my bands. I have English and History. I know I'll make it. I hope I can.
Call out to Avers: A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings. Remember that? From 9th grade? Booya. Rereading. So much fun.

1 Day!!!

Only one day my little ones before the new Franzie cd comes out!!!! :does a little dance, doesn't make a little love, gets down tonight: Totally siked. Definatly going to do my best to represent the Franz.
In other words, I have a couple thingies that I'm going to post. I hate calling them...poems, but techinally thats what they are. In any event do give them a read and don't forget what tomorrow is....THE BEST DAY IN THE UNIVERSE!!!

(none of these have titles)
(and some are kind of long)

Violin sixteenths
Cello eighths
Consistant rhythms
Constant melody
Back and forth duets
Rolling music
Train of thought
Music is not background
It's only the subconsciounce
Weilding its only sword
I listen to it patiently
I listen for its cause
Violin sixteenths
Cello eighths
Consistant rhythms
Constant melody

(inspired by "Psycho" soundtrack)

Flirt
Wink of an eye
Batting your lashes
Seduce
Wiggle the hips
Pout your lips
Get the boy
Before he gets you

(no inspiration...I don't even do that)

Waking up
A darkened room
Grope for a light
Search for a path
Morning light
Eyes slowly adjust
Coffee and toast
Newspaper headlines
Garrison Keeler reading poetry
Packing up
Start the car
Finally gone

(not a favorite, but okay)
YOU COULD HAVE IT SO MUCH BETTER........WITH FRANZIE POO!!!

Random Thoughts at almost 11 o'clock

7 days my little guinea pigs. 7 days. :wiggles eyebrows in a silly manner:
Snipers!! It's about snipers...Oh Blender, what light ye shed upon my silly brain, what glorious light.
I am now 1 step closer to getting out of band. :nods: My god smile upon my endeavors. Lord knows I'll need it.
Avers is a smart duck. Classic v. Smart. Yeeeeeeesssssss
2 weeks till I see Ricky again. 2 weeks mes petite chiens. 2 weeks.
Night-night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.

Fangirl

I'm quitting band. I'm nervous about doing it, but I'm really, really glad I am. Incredibly happy about this decision. I'm still a little nervous though. I suppose until it happens, I'll be nervous. I'm joining chorus. I'm kind of excited about that. :sigh: I'm feeling really pensive. And in a desperate need to sing loudly. Or eat.
Hmm...not much has happened today. We had a band competition over the weekend. A total waste of my Saturday, but we did get second place. Lost by 4/10ths of a point. God I hate when Mr. Fore tells that kind of crap. :rolls eyes:
Just so y'all know, I'm a horrible, horrible fangirl. Here I have statistics:

• 9 Ricky avatars
• 4 Brandon avatars (use to have more, then I scaled back)
• 5 Tom avatars (out of 6 Keane avatars, and that's of his foot)
• 6 Franzie avatars
• 13 Kaiser Chief avatars
• 11 Killers avatars
• 2 pictures of Ricky
• 6 pictures of Tom
• 7 pictures of Brandon (not including two colorbars)
• 1 wanted poster of Tom

Horrible, horrible fangirl. Some might say a Mary Sue. Thought I don't think the term applies here. Mind you it could be worse. Much, much worse. But I do have some self control. Some.

FF KC Ke Ki MP 45345

Duck

Duck quiz! Like my ducky shirt, it's cute. Duck!



Classic. Mmm, maybe.

Contentment

My hair is driving me bonkers. Damn band practice made it all yucky and stuff. I just hope it looked good for school pictures. If that doesn’t work out I’ll be sad-ish.
I wish I lived in England. Then I would be able to watch the Franzie weekend on MTV and the whole Kaiser Chief thing too. It makes me sad. Of course there would be some down sides. Like the whole education thing. But other than that I really wished I lived in the UK. I must live there when I get older. I don’t care how utterly impossible it is, I really, really want to be in the UK. God I love that place. Or at least I love the culture. And history. And accents. And square pies.
You know what’s fun? Debating. Talking to Loghman is so much fun for me. It’s really nice to finally have met someone who will talk to me at a high intellectual level, who isn’t Mums or Dad or Sophs. It was just really nice today to talk to him about books and music and all that sort of stuff. It’s taken me awhile to find someone like this, but I suppose you could say it was worth the wait. I certainly think it was.
I’m not feeling very coherent today. I was amazingly coherent during English and history, but after that it went horribly down hill. I suppose it doesn’t really matter too much. It’s not like I have to write a paper tonight or something. :sigh: I’m just kind of mentally exhausted. I’m glad though. Today was actually a really good day.
:lip synchs to Kaiser Chiefs: These nights of booze catch up with yooze…:does little dance: I’m perfectly content mes cheries. Perfectly content.

No Title

What's better? Stress out over every single grade that doesn't reach a certain standard and then flog yourself for not reaching the expectations, or not stress out over every grade, no matter what it is, and then not do as well because you didn't care.
I don't want to not care, but I don't want to flog myself for not getting an A on every single piece of graded work. That doesn't happen for me. I put in a certain amount of effort, depending on the variables that exist and things turn out the way they do. I can't seem to make a half way point between apathy and extreme stress. I don't want to have a nervous breakdown at 18, but I don't want to fail again. So the question is, how does one reach a happy median when everyone around you seems to be at one extreme or another? Maybe I over simplify things, but that is the basic question. Reaching a happy median around people who won't take anything less than 100%. Complicated to a certain extent, but then again the answer could be simple. Try and filter out the people who must get A's or die, and ignore those who don't give a damn. It sounds so simple. Maybe it will work.
I got a 100 on the math homework. Loghman got an 85. He just about died. I was sort of expecting my grade. I did with Ms. Buchanan and we checked the answers in the back of the book. Still, was it fair? Was it fair that I took that course over the summer, which was open to everyone, and am now way, way ahead of everyone else? Is it fair that I can write for both English and History equally well? Is it fair that I have certain gifts in those two areas? What is fair? A constant plague between what is deserved and what is given. Nothing is equal, though philosophers wish there was a world that was. So, I get 100 because of certain advantages and Loghman gets an 85 because he doesn't have those advantages. Fair? Not necessarily, but then what is fair?
Sorry for all the philosophy. I guess I'm just in a contemplative mood today. Physics was so boring, and math is just repeative for me, so what else is there to do? Plus, I finished Cross Channel this morning so I have nothing to read. Poor me. :rolls eyes: I need a good shot of caffeine and then I'll be ready to go. Yeah, hopefully.
More later, now I read trash.

Lyrics (Jacqueline)

I don't do this very often, but right now I just need to have something here. I'm in such and awful state, or was in an awful state last night, that I need to say it somehow. I'm short on time, so this is the best I can do:

Gregor was down again
Said, 'Come on, kick me again'
Said, 'I'm so drunk I don't mind if you kill me'

Come on you gutless
Yeah, I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive and how I know it
But for chips, and for freedom I could die

It's funny how certain bands, they just make me feel better. I don't feel bad when I listen to Franzie, or the Killers. I feel better. Mind you it would have been really nice to have last night gone a lot better, but I shouldn't expect so much from Mr. Fore. He never matured beyond about 6th grade. :sigh: My throat hurts. Goddamn bastard.

Blather blither

Can't concentrate.
I listened to a bit over an hour of the Beatles. Immediately there after I started listening to Keane. I swear to god I need to branch out a little. I got a ton of other cds, but I haven't listened to half of them in years. Sadness beyond all sadness. My mind is becoming narrower by the minute.
I'm a horrible pop junkie. My choice to replace Keane -- Natalie Imbruglia. Yeah. Me <3 pop. Ugh. I feel a little worn. I'm uber tired of pulling b.s. out of my ass for English, and history just depresses me. I hate procrastinating because I know thats what I'm doing and it frustrates me to no end. Then again I can't seem to write tonight. My mind refuses to cooperate with me. It wants to play 3 Lines. Stupid poop. In any event, this evening is not going particularly well for me. The rest of the day was fine though.
:sings: It's too late, oh don't come crawling...

Choir

There is a difference between the fine arts, band, choir/chorus, and string people. Unfortunatly you have to be one the above to be able to tell. Or least be fairly familiar with the above groups. Otherwize you'd never know. Or at least not really know, and that would be bad. Because there is a difference.
I started choir today at the church Mum goes to. Since Dad is aethesist, Mums is the religious person in the family. I'm fairly ambvialent and was completely awed by the service today. I'm fairly sure that by the end of the year I will be completely against the church. Hopefully not. In any event I started choir.
There is a difference between choir/chorus people and band people. Or at least there's a difference between me and the people in choir. It's not intelligence, it's personality. My personality is different from the rest of the choir members. Then again the same could be said for me and the rest of the clarinet section. In any event I could tell right off the bat that the people who are doing this are in their high school chorus. But I suppose it doesn't really matter. Depending on how much of a jerk Mr. Fore is I may not do band next year. Hopefully things will work out, but if they don't then I might as well get use to choir/chorus people.
I'm glad that I'm doing this though. I love singing and it's always more fun to perform with live people, so I think this is a good thing to do. :repeats this phrase ad nausem:
:looks around the room: God this place a pig stye. My lovely little hell hole. I should clean up.
My mother told me yesterday that if Loghman asks me out I should say yes. This comes from the fact that on Thursday, when it was fairly clear that I was sick, Loghman said he would be very disappointed if I wasn't in history the next day. Sadly for Loghman I wasn't in history on Friday, in fact I think I was sleeping through most of history. I felt awful, but I thought about how disappointed he might have been. I hope he was joking. I hope that Mums and Dad and Sophs are all wrong. I hope he doesn't ask me out. Because going out with Loghman is a very hard idea for me to swallow.
Theeta. Not thada. Remember that children.
"You're not special so, look what you've done boy..."

Feeding the Obsession

Alright. So my big huge post about school did not come on Friday. So here's a really short summary: I fucking love all my teachers. I'm so incredibly happy, I leave school in a good mood. I'm just so blessed with some really great teachers this year. I'm glad that this is happening this year. I don't really care about my teachers next year, but this year, after all the worrying...God I'm just so glad that things seem to be working out well. I hope it continues throughout the year.
Hmm....Yeah. I can't wait till math tomorrow. I just know that I'll be hyper when I leave. :smiles: Anglophile: One who admires England, its people, and its culture.
Just put in "is obsessed" and ya got me. I seriously need to get a grip or move there.
FF KC Ke Ki MP

Pissy

This is making me angry
Read the article. On the second page about midway down the first column the author starts talking about Keane. Essentially it's a diss to both bands, which made me really angry. I didn't actually finish reading it because I couldn't get past that bit in the article. I love both bands completely and reading something so nasty makes me cringe. Of course I don't mind the fact that Ricky doesn't like Keane. I mean compare the two and there is no reason for him to like Keane. But there is no point in being so...nasty to Keane. That makes Keane look bad (which isn't deserved) and it makes the Kaiser Chiefs look mean (which isn't true.) Ugh!!
So I leave the library after lunch. Loghman was in the library too, but he left before I did because he didn't have to put back a magazine. So there are steps up to the upper level of the school and a door. Behind the door, there's Loghman, waiting for me. We walked back to class together. He sits next me (actually across the one/two foot aisle) in history. He sits right next to me in math. Sad thing is, if he likes me, it's not reciprocated. Plus, he's highly conservative. A very nice person, but very conservative. Would never work. Then again maybe I'm reading too much into this. More likely. Anyway, thought you might like to know.

Meep

Really trying hard to avoid doing my homework. I have to read a chapter in music history and I have a short english assigment. It's not that I don't want to do them, I'm just very much in the habit of avoiding such things. Oh well. None of it's due till Thursday.
I'm deciding to wait till Friday to give my full report on school. I figure my memory is good enough to remember four days of school, and if it's not something is seriously wrong. Thus far I'm having a good time and like the my teachers (or at least the ones I didn't already like) and I'm hoping the trend will continue tomorrow. Anywho I promise promise to give a full report Friday. I just don't have time today. Too much was spent wasting said time. Also I just don't feel like it. And this isn't a homework assigment. :sticks out tongue:

:blather:

I want this shirt. Much kudos to quixoticvision at livejournal for posting the link. I want this shirt so bad. So bad.

Yellow Tape and History

It's amazing what nature can do. I'm also fasicnated with how we humans deal with what was bound to happen.
I'll admit I haven't been the most attentive to Katrina and her after effects. I've heard about them from large print bold headlines, NPR, and what my parents have discussed. I'm shocked with how the government has responded (or how they didn't respond) but I'm also amazed with how little was done in preparation. I understand, the funding wasn't there etc, etc, but that doesn't make me any less shocked.
In all honesty though, I don't care. I have basically two days until I start my junior year of high school. I know it sounds callous and selfish, but the poor (as in no money) people in a city in the deep south that I've never been to don't trump that. I've never really cared about the greater world issues that so many other people care about. Iraqi, the tsunami, all that -- I could care less. I'm not ignorant to what's happening, I just don't care. I have so much else happening, so much to think about, so much conflict both internal and external to deal with that caring deeply about politics just doesn't fit. I can't be that selfless. And for that I am sorry. I wish I gave a damn about what is happening down in New Orleans, but I don't.
This morning about the same time I was suppose to be leaving for a haircut sirens came screeching down my street. An ambulance, fire truck, emergency vehicles and a police car I think. I've been so nervous about school I didn't notice every last car. According to one of the policemen the youngest son of our next door neighbor got crushed under the garage door. He left the scene unconscious. The father had been working on the door and his two sons were running around. Who was to know that the door would come down just as the youngest was underneath it? I know my mother will be praying for him tonight. I'm not the kind of person who prays, but I hope that the little boy comes out alright.
Funny how things happen. History is happening, people close by are having their houses taped off with yellow tape and what am I thinking about? September 6th. Not Katrina, not the boy next door, not whats going to happen to our government, no I'm nervous about something that is so seemingly superfluous. But isn't history filled with things like that? Great literature certainly is. Doesn't make me feel better, but at least I know I'm not the only person in the world who hasn't cared.

Nerves and Palms

6 days till school starts. I' m wondering whether I should wear boots the first day, though that seems rather stupid. Probably better off wearing my clogs. I'm not really nervous yet, just in disbelief that school is starting so soon. I'm sure by Monday I'll be in a panic, and Tuesday morning I won't be awake enough to be in a panic. God I'll barely be awake enough to remember my preordained outfit. Also, I won't have my mp3 to save me. Ah well. I just can't believe it.
My palms are getting sweaty. I must be nervous.
I wish I could get sick right now. If I became sick then I wouldn't have to go to marching band. Well, I would have to go, but I wouldn't have to march. Maybe I could somehow break my arm in the next 15 minutes. Yeah. :rolls eyes: I'm so pathetic. But can you really blame me? Marching band sucks and anyone who says otherwize is a complete looney. :sigh: I guess I shouldn't complain. That only makes the whole thing worse.
I may get nervous about school, but it will defininatly be a much needed relief. No longer will I have to find ways to entertain myself!! Nay I will forced to work arduous hours to appease the homework gods with nary a break. What a relief from the tedium that is August.
Sing loud, listen long, read much, smile often. Thats what I say.

I officially declare insanity

I officially declare insanity. I honestly think I’ve gone over the edge of fangirl-dom into shear madness. Last night was amazing (if slightly disappointing) and I’m getting so pumped up about October, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to handle school. I mean there’s the concert (Foo Fighters, Weezer, t’Chiefs) and the new Franzie cd that month. God I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it. That’s why I’m declaring myself insane until then. After October I think I’ll be okay. Until then, I think I’ll be crazy.
I’m suppose to be doing my English. The whole first part though is retyping these passages, which is incredibly dull. So to fight this off I have t’Chiefs on. After t’Chiefs I will listen to the Killers. I’m not entirely sure if I’ll watch the VMAs, but I’m pretty sure I will. I’m just that devoted. :sigh: I can’t wait till school starts.

Keane on SNL

:thinks: This is a repeat. A goddamn fucking repeat of fucking SNL. :slumps: Stupid weekend update making me think this was live. Then again maybe I'm just not very smart. :thinks: I think it's that yeah.
1st song: Simple Thing
Tom always wears black. I don't think he's ever worn anything else when he performs. May haps he's making up for his purple pants incident? Tom in purple pants. So yeah. Gorgeous, gorgeous, even in purple pants. (credit to curlyheadgt at livejournal)
2nd song: Everbody's Changing
Love, ah what a word.
(P.S.-fucking hour and half to hear/see them for 6ish minutes. Well worth it, but still, long time)

Keane in 4 minutes (SNL)

I'm going to watch Keane, and then I'm going to die. I'll die an incredibly happy woman and will never ever have to deal with high school or college or falling in love or Dr. Farber. Yes I will be completely happy, so I'll be able to die. :sigh: Oh I do love Tom so much.
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Lonely

:sigh: Is there such a thing as too much music?
I'm not sure what to write about. I have the whole night to myself (which I hate) and I don't know what I want to do. My best idea is to listen to all my favorite cds and fill the house with noise so I don't feel so lonely, cuz I don't really want to watch a movie. Or at least if I watch a movie I'll still feel lonely.
I feel lonely when I'm by myself for one reason. Stuart Hall. Spending so much time by myself there has left me with a big need to never be alone again. It's not that I want to be social, I just don't want to be (etre) without people.
I feel incoherant right now. I'm terribly sorry I haven't been updating. I don't really have the time though. I'm either at band or sleeping because of band. I don't have that much time basically. It makes me sad, but honestly who reads this? NO ONE.
:sigh: My best friends are make believe and my love life is a fantasy. I don't think thats sad do you?

Mark time Mark

Today begins my second week of band camp. Thank Bob I don't have to go in the morning this week!
So far I have burned my back to nice dark tan, lost complete faith in the musicality of people, practically cried and found my new John. Much like the band I'm way ahead of schedule compared to last year. I mean I was still in the mindset that nothing could go wrong last year and this year I'm almost as pessimistic as I was in mid-September of last year. Yay!
On the other hand my dissent into school paranoia has been stopped. Most of that energy is being taken up in hating marching band and all that it stands for. Sadly even that energy isn't enough to keep me from not being able to keep my eyes open if I don't take a nap in between the morning session and the afternoon session. :nods sagely: Oh the loathing is deep.
In other good news I have heard the new single from the new Franzie cd. :claps: Much goodness mes copains. Of course it's totally illegal and I'm now going to be arrested. :waits: Yeah.
Also I have finished 2/3 of my summer assignments. Considering how there are 3 (essentially) thats pretty damn hot. Hopefully the history essay isn't too snarky. I'm a little worried about that. But nonetheless I am very happy to be done with that. Now all I have left is a little more Gatsby annotating and I'll be all ready for school.
Oh one last thing. That whole thingy about not seeing Dr. Farber is now complete bs. Mums talked to him last Thursday and well...he's too damn smart! Convinced the pants off of her so I'm going to continue to see the head shrinker. Guess it's not so bad. :shrugs:
"Hi Loghman! Why no I'm not trying to hide from all these people, you're crazy."

Caffeine and Bouncy Music

I'm getting the distinct feeling that I'm going to need a lot of caffeine and that I won't be able to listen to Keane. That "Marvin mood" I was talking about the other day has been lurking around far longer than I wanted. So, the best remedy I have is to listen to incredibly bouncy music and have lots of caffeine to keep my energy up. I can't quite put my finger on the cause of the Marvin mood but I'm fairly sure it has something to do with the impending weeks.
To start off with I have a week at the beach avec ma mere's famille. It's not that I hate these guys, it's just...well they annoy the crap out of me if I spend too much time with them. So what should have been my last week of vacation is turning out to be a week of hermiting with my Dad. To say the least, this is not how I like to spend a week at the beach. Hopefully though, things won't turn out too badly and all this ill feeling will be for not.
Then of course we have marching band. :scowls: Yes starting a week from Monday I'm going to be counting down the days till November when the band's "Tag Day" concert is, and when marching band season officially ends. I think this year will be particularly painful because the music annoys me so much. I mean by the time school started last year, I hated marching band. And last year we did "West Side Story" a musically I really like. So just imagine going into this with a deep dislike of the music. Torture my friends, torture.
So marching band starts about 3 weeks before school. Thinking about marching band makes me think about school. Despite the fact that I really have nothing to fear, I'm still kind of scared of school this year. Thankfully my fears have moved from academic to social. See, I'm use to being afraid of the social part of school. This I can handle in some manner. I guess really I'm not afraid so much as nervous. There are certain people (Loghman, Marshall) who I really want to be in my class(es) this upcoming year. And then there are the people (Alec, Miles) who I really don't want in my classes this year, and because of the sort of non-traditional set of classes I'm taking (regular physics, 10th grade p.e., not foreign language) there's a very good chance the aformentioned people could be and could not be in my classes. I'm just very worried about the social aspect of my school life this year, and of course the old "falling into bad habits" thing. That definantly worries me.
:sigh: The one thing I have to look forward to is the new Franzie cd. It comes out in October and the single is set for release on Sept. 19. I have that to look forward to and possibly the new Killers cd sometime in the winter/early spring. Plus there's English this year. Amazingly enough I'm really looking forward to that. Ever since I decided that I want to be an English major I've been looking forward to whatever English holds for me this year. :nods: I have a couple of things to look forward to.
"This fire is out of control..."-This Fire, Franzie
Edit: Something I didn't mention when I orginally posted this entry was the fact that I won't be seeing Dr. Farber anymore. It's for the best, but still something like this makes one worry. How will he react? How will I do without seeing him? :sigh: It makes me worry. Thats probably the biggest worry, and something I have no control over. To a certain extent I have control over some of what is bogging me down, but this I can do nothing about. Big decisions make me worry. And to say the least, this is a big decision.

Stupid Franzie

:glares at Franzie: EITHER DO THE ORIGINAL OR GODDAMNIT NAME THE SONG SOMETHING ELSE!!!!!!!
This makes me mad. I forget which album, but the Beatles did a song called "This Boy." Oh wait it's on Past Masters 1. I love that song. Johnny boy sings, and damn if he doesn't sound passionate. Stupid franzie. Couldn't they have named their song something else? I mean really.
Alright, thats all for now. I have to calm myself down.