Saturday, March 26, 2011

Back in Business...I Think.


There are very few things I love more than Dillinger Escape Plan interviews.
Most awkward interviewer on the planet?
I tried for over an hour last night to make a new post, but I was so sick I could barely sit at the computer.
Feeling much better today.
I had a whole rant partially written up about a video of The Veronicas performing '4-Ever' in Malaysia.
After only getting about 3 sentences typed out before stumbling over to the couch & passing out, I realized how pointless the post was.
Basically, it was beyond obvious they were lip-syncing.
Not because it sounded perfect.
Not because their lips didn't move in time with the songs.
But because, they often moved the mic away from their mouths...& the voices continued to sing loud & clear.
Fucked up.
I don't know what gets into "artists".
Although I've lost almost all respect for Hayley Williams & the Hayley Williams Band, at least she never lip-syncs.
Moving on, I really don't have too much to talk about tonight.
I have a big paper due on Tuesday & thanks to my sickness & laziness, I haven't even started.
Oh well.
Beyond stoked about the fact Greg Puciato has a Tumblr now (gregpuciato.tumblr.com).
I'm just kind of annoyed that everyone is getting a Tumblr these days.
Not to sound like a hipster but I was obsessed with Tumblr in the summer of 2009 when the highest amounts of reblogs & likes hardly ever reached 1,000.
Now when I go back to Tumblr, people's posts are getting up to 50,000.
I think once people like Hayley Williams caught on to it, everyone got one so that they could follow her & then word of mouth spread it even further.
Nowadays, no one is original on Tumblr anymore.
It's all reblogs & nonsense.
...But I'll continue to go back & check Greg's.
Why couldn't he follow Liam's wise footsteps & get a Blogger with the rest of the cool kids?
Anyway, I'm gonna organize some of my online files & try to figure out how to get a life.
I'll talk to you later...

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Subject: None



Just a useless ramble for the night...
First off, I'm sick.
I really hope it's just a 24 hour thing, but I woke up this morning with no voice & a scratchy throat. I got my voice back later on but now the scratchy throat is full-on sore & I feel really physically exhausted.

Diary:
Anyway, moving on from that, I was up until 2:30am last night, reading my diary from junior high & early high school.
People who say they never change are full of shit; I can't even remember what it was like to be me back then.
I kept my mouth shut every time I should've spoken up, I fucked up the most un-fuck-up-able situations, I flipped out over nothing & I worshipped the most ridiculous people...okay, maybe I haven't changed that much.
It made want to write a letter to my former self & tell her that not only is everything bad in her life going to pass but worse shit is on the way.
Just to scare her a little bit, maybe I'd be tougher if someone had told me that when I was 13.

DisasterCrush1:
Yeah, I'm tired of seeing his "name" here too.
I gotta say, it's not as bad as it used to be. I haven't seen him in almost 2 weeks & even when his name & picture come up on Facebook, I don't feel half as shitty as I did before.
Progress?
...I'm not sure.
I've heard art comes from pain. Whether that's true or not is not for me to decide, but is it weird that I sometimes wish pain would last a little bit longer just until I can make something pretty out of it?
Yeah, that sounds weird.
During the worst points in dealing with DisasterCrush1, I was feeling so much that I was almost creatively paralyzed. I couldn't be bothered to do anything but sit around & wonder why it hurt so much to think about him.
Then I found a happy medium, a place where though it still hurt to think about him, I was able to write &/or talk about the situation (with you, of course).
Now that the all the bad feelings are starting to die down, I think I'm starting to miss that happy medium.
Without the stress & heartbreak DisasterCrush1 unknowingly induced, I almost feel stagnant.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess I'm just crazy.

Revolver Mag:
I'm only going to say one thing on this subject because I plan on writing a letter to them in the very near future & posting it on this site.
$7 for a fucking magazine? You have to be shitting me.

Getting Ripped-Off at Dinner Tonight:
I got ripped off at dinner tonight.
If my friend & I "split" the bill on two separate receipts, how the fuck did she pay $6 & I paid $23?
Before you go callin' me stupid, I know exactly how it happened &, no, it was not my fault.
It was my friend's & the server's fault. The only thing I did wrong was not press the issue more.
Beyond annoyed about that.

I think I'm going to hit the sack early tonight. My sleep last night was horrible & even though I'm sick, I'm hoping tonight will be a little bit better.
Until tomorrow...
<3