So it’s been a little while, and I’ve just been bubbling with stuff to share with you, my precious audience, but I’ve simply been lacking the time/attention span/resources to. But while I sit in my room at home, I figured I’ll just type up my blog here and post it later when I have internet access. Ah, the wonders of technology. Let’s delve into our painfully long journey, shall we?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1. Otep’s new album “Atavist” was a disappointment. Not that I like her for her ability to load an album full of amazing tracks or anything, there’s normally one or two worth repeated play and a bunch of fillers. I sincerely hope that the Beastie Boys’ new album coming out tomorrow (today when you’re reading this) will live up to the Boys’ solid reputation. Also, I recently discovered a bunch of awesome bands, including The Mouth of Ghosts, Atreyu, Bad Rabbits, Our Last Night, Close Your Eyes, and I’m looking into more Dragonforce stuff besides just Through the Fire and Flames. All for music. 
2. Saturday evening, I and a few other fellows went to a popular local skating rink, called Skate World. Mistake. I think I started to realize things were a bit awry when I spotted a couple of girls looking no more than fourteen years old loitering outside and smoking cigarettes. But hey, teenagers do that right? Not a big deal or anything. So we go inside, the air is musty, the music sucks, the food is overpriced, the teens are waaaaay too skinny/trendy/uninteligent, and the cops by the door keep trying to make us get skates when we make it abundantly clear that we are not skating. Stupid cops.
3. And now, of course, Osama bin Laden. We killed him, for those who didn't know. My initial reaction was just shock, since I figured he was just dead. But then I felt nothing but pity, when I watched the news and saw the people of America practically dancing in the streets, rejoicing over their enemy's death like some primitive tribal ceremony. Even a bar downtown here gave out free chamopagne in celebration. That's just sickening to me. The people have been forcefed so much propoganda that they practically do whatever the government asks of them upon request, as long as the gov't kills enemies that never were a huge threat anyway. Yes, you read correctly. OSAMA BIN LADEN WAS NEVER A THREAT TO YOU. Granted, he killed some people, and I'm not undervaluing that. But just think; what else did he do? Can you even tell me? Think about it.

To be continued.

 

Forgive Me, I'm Just A Man.

First off, I apologize. I know all you loyal followers have been in tears, not being able to partake in my words of wisdom. But I have an excuse. The little area in which the note is constructed was just loading, and loading, and loading, and loading, and loading, and it kinda pissed me off, so I punched straight through my monitor with my Herculean strength. Quite enjoyable. Excuse number two; spring break. I was too busy failing at hurdling fences and fire hydrants to blog. But maybe you'll feel less blind rage when I tell you how while attempting to hurdle the fence at a local park, my leg was caught in it at the same time my hand was completely missing the pole I was trying to grab and use to hurl myself over. I now have bruises. On my soul. (Speaking of the soul, I'm curious; how do you think it works? In body, out of body, what's it made of, etc. TELL MEH.) Excuse number three; poetry. While in the "teens" section of a local library, I discovered a room. With magnetic walls. Needless to say, I was in ectasy. The wall was covered with words on refrigerator magnets, so I pulled a bunch and wrote a poem about a girl addicted to drugs. Due to my limited avaliable vocabulary, it was a lot more direct than my usual poetry, but it was as cryptic as I could make it. I'd post it, but I can only remember the first stanza. The look was awesome though, with the individual words and different fonts and crap. Wish I would've made a copy of it, but oh well.

All I can remember:

In a place by the present day
Is a woman in costume
Remember when she smiled?
We remember who you were.

Song of the Day: Tractor Pull by Within the Ruins

Fancy Eatin'

So I told myself I wasn't going to start with "so", but oh well. Saturday, I attended a celebratory banquet at the Galt House hotel, here in Louisville. Anyone who lives here knows it a one of the fancier hotels, and I do say, it was quite fancy. Especially the food. First, we were served this salad, on weird shaped plates. But besides the fact that it came with dressing on it, I got the idea that the cooks were trying to please everyone. In the top right corner, there were these sweet and salty almonds; in the bottom left, there lied a portion of crumbled bleu cheese; and in the other corners there were two red rasberries. I wasn't really sure what to do with them though; should I just eat them, roll them into my salad, squeeze the juice over the salad, or what. They ended up just sitting on the plate. I was also unsure of what fork to use, as there were three set up around the plate. Apparently rich people can't enjoy their food unless it's set up just right. Then the entree was some kind of chicken, encrusted with something sweet; greean beans; rice; and some kind of red pepper, that I was also unsure of what to do with. As you can imagine, being a po' boy, I was very confused by the whole business. Then the desert was chesecake. Needless to say, only about two women ate the whole slice (I assume for fear of being called fat. Trust me woman, you are fat). But besides cutting part of my suit while attemoting to remove that tags, it was a pretty decent evening. At least I didn't throw up the food.

My rendition of what the setup was like. Drawn in msPaint with the mouse. Forgive me, God.

Song of the Day: Daydreams by (hed) p.e.