This weekend I became a Kid Cudi fan, a Monsters of Folk fan, and an Ugly Colors fan. Ugly Colors is unsurprising because they have that weird Circa Survive-ish vibe going, but the other two threw me for quite a loop. I usually loathe rap because I find most to be all “bitches and hoes” based, but Cudi’s transcends that and doesn’t only subscribe to hip-hop. “Erase Me” is a badass example of exactly how he is beyond just a rapper.
I used to hate folk. I grew up with a “hippie” for a father therefore I was surrounded by Bob Dylan and acoustic Jerry Garcia almost non-stop. (Still hate Jerry, but that’s just a psychological block.) But Monsters of Folk is an ill “neo-folk” type of band that is sometimes eerie and sometimes bluesy, but (thank God) never full-on bluegrass. (Go listen to “The Sandman, The Brakeman and Me.”)
I love this new explosion for different genres of music. They’re all inspiring me to create something spectacular once I’m ready. :)
I just downloaded some Kid Cudi and I’m digging him so hard. I haven’t listened to rap since the early 2000s, and that was Run-DMC and Eminem; I like this new experimental thing Cudi’s got going on, as well as Kanye’s new shtuff. I think my music tastes are expanding again. :D
"Well, uh…what happened? I mean, if you don’t mind—"
"He thought I cheated on him with his cell phone, wh-which he nicknamed Tommy after his best friend… Wh-when his phone vibrated on my crotch, I moaned and said Tommy was good at making me feel like a woman—as a joke, of course." I sit there with an incredulous look on my face.
"Did you tell’im you were joking?" I ask, a question which I think is stupid.
"N-no..should I’ve?" If I were a pimp, I would send my fellow pimps a mass text message reading "smh…bitches, yo."
My family's fucked up as well. None of our relatives want anything to do with us so we sit at home. It kills my mom. It used to hurt to watch everyone else happy, but I'm just hardened now. it's so shallow and stupid to me.
i am too kinda, but at the same time, i still hate seeing all this stuff this time of year. it perturbs me to no end. definitely not enough to make me not sleep at night, but enough to get off tumblr for the day.
Everyone loves Thanksgiving, whether it’s for the food, the family times, or whatever else; but I loathe this time of year. I hate Thanksgiving and detest Christmas. I’m not trying to be a downer or grinch about this time of year, but each time it comes, I feel worse and worse.
I’m not saying my family is more fucked up than others’, but it’s definitely up there. There’s a whole tome in my mind of everything that happened since I was seven until now, but that’s for another post—or not.
My annual Thanksgiving is the following: my uncle comes over, and my parents and he become drunk while I sit there listening to them talk about whatever bullshit spews from their mouths. You might say that I feel like this because I was always the runt and therefore the least-interested in whatever they were talking about, but that’s not the case. Even now, being almost legally an adult in the federal government’s eyes, I still don’t care about what they talk about and just end up going to my room when I finish eating half of my plate.
Christmas is worse: my uncle doesn’t come over, my dad goes out to the bar, and my mom and I just stay home decorating and cooking. I used to like this when I was a little younger because I enjoyed hanging out with my mom alone; I still do, but now with my dad’s heart problems making him stay away from the bottle, it’s he and my mom who I’m stuck with, which only leads to arguing.
Last Christmas was one of those Christmases that you’ll never want to remember, but always will. All during Christmas week (in order), I was dumped, jumped, and in the middle of a huge meltdown in my parents’ marriage, which actually happened Christmas night. I’m fine with each thing individually now and I certainly can’t harbor any resentment about anything forever because then I’ll only become a grudge, but I was immeasurably fucked up after all of that. It took me a long while to become okay-ish again.
I’m not trying to be a party pooper or rain on anyone’s parade, but I hate seeing all this happiness and love on tumblr right now because the last time I felt any during this period was so long ago I can’t even remember it.
I’m probably going to take a break from tumblr come December and return sometime after New Year’s.
You ever notice that creepy person on the train who keeps touching your ass because of the train’s movement? That’s me. It looks like I’m just going for a grab of some cheek, but what I really want is your wallet, your iPod, your valuables—basically anything that contains money or that I can pawn for a pretty penny.
Today I’m going work on my story about a thief. I think some of you would like it because I’m pretty sure you can relate to it (if you’ve been on the subway in the city). I’m gonna put a dent into it now and then post a little teaser later. :)
That Crap You Swallow and Call "Four Shit;" I Mean Loko
I tried Four Loko all the way back in April during Easter break; my friends told me it was cheap for a good amount of alcohol and I decided that if I were to get drunk I might as well get drunk on something that looked appetizing. (I wasn’t concerned about being classy yet.) “Looked” is the key word because that drink is disgusting; the only thing it will taste good to is a car. It tastes like a mixture of cat litter, rotten tomatoes, my feet after phys ed, and the tears of young children (just like McDonalds’ “chicken” nuggets!).
Four Loko gets you nice and drunk after one can; well, it did for me the first time, but afterward I began to build a tolerance to it, which is not something to be proud of. But the first time I tried it, I became so quickly drunk that I became the garbage disposal for any leftover alcohol. Suffice it to say, I blacked out that night.
I tried Four Loko two more times during the summer, never enjoying the taste. The times that I had with it were fun, but I was with my girlfriend so the grotesque ”drink" was not the cause of any fun at all, nor did it really add to it. After that, I began to hear news reports from the radio in my kitchen that my mother is always listening to, and some were stating how more and more teenagers were turning up in hospitals because of alcohol poisoning at the hands of (you guessed it) Four Loko.
Since then, I stopped drinking it completely and tried encouraging others not to touch it. Now that it’s going to “banned” or have the caffeine removed from it or whatever the injunction may be, I feel like I should be yelling “I told you so” from the rooftops; but I don’t because I’m glad that it will start harming my friends.
You know how pot is considered a “gateway drug?” That is exactly what Four Loko is, but in a beverage form: after having one, you’ll put anything down that trashed throat of yours, and your body becomes the one having to take all the punishment.
All in all, Four Loko is a completely disgusting drink that is for stupid teenie-boppers who think they are hot shit because they are drinking the newest hip shit on the street, only for reasons that it looks good and is cheap; oh, and gets them fucked up easily. But getting that drunk can really hurt you—not only your body, but who knows what else could happen to you while you’re blacked out and have alcohol poisoning? You sure won’t, you’ll have to deal with it when you come to.
I just became a member of FictionPress. It’s a website where one can post his or her stories or poetry; also, every story is viewable to the entire server. I’m really excited to see if any of the two stories I post tomorrow will earn any solid feedback from this network of writers.
I think I’m gonna post something about writing tomorrow, seeing as it is probably a quarter of what makes me happy in life. I post so much on here, yet none of it feels like it ever pertains to anything legit or real. Maybe it’s a good thing I started reading the newspaper again? Now I can voice the opinions on random social issues that affect (or don’t affect) my life.
I just drove around Greenpoint a little bit and then back to Middle Village with cops right behind me for several blocks. That doesn’t sound too horrible, but I don’t have a permit or license. By the time I got to the light to turn onto the main road heading to MV, I checked my rearview mirror and saw that they were no longer behind me. From that point on, I drove even more like a champ. I’ve avoided cops doing so many illegal things before I’ve even turned eighteen; I feel pretty badass, but at the same time I feel pretty bored. I guess it’s time to be badass…legally.
Reading Pride and Prejudice and The Unnamed all day; and maybe working on some stories, too. But I want to go out. I just feel like I should take advantage of the time I have to DO WORK. But at the same time, going out and just exploring and adventuring with friends sounds grand.
Watch I end up in SoHo tonight with random kids and one mutual friend of ours.
This week was such a roller coaster. Some days I felt awesome, while others I felt completely horrible. And the days on which I felt horrible were the worst-timed days to feel horrible. I’m really working on being more positive with schoolwork and college stuff (all done!), but it all just feels never-ending. But I’ve gotten a little taste of senioritis, and it’s the best disease out there; I can’t wait for the full dosage come second semester.
DANGER DAYS IS FUCKING AWESOME. I kinda stopped loving MCR and I wasn't really expecting much from the new album but I listened to it today and I was like :OOO THIS SHIT IS AMAZING. And I am nostalgic too. I used to listen to them 24/7 and be all emo screamo i like death and dying and killing and doom and gloom and then POOF. No more. Listening to MCR and singing along feels almost foreign and it reminds me of when I used to only listen to My Chem and practically nothing else.
You're totally right about how they changed. I was actually thinking that before and I started thinking I kinda grew up with MCR.
But yeah. I felt like saying that. Haha. :3
I felt the same with Sum41…but they suck now and I listen to them rarely. I’m so happy thought that this new album is such kickass though! I’m gonna go fall asleep to it and have awesome dreams full of colors and ray guns and NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA!
Tonight I downloaded the new A Day To Remember album What Separates Me From You (half awesome/half shit) and the new My Chemical Romance album Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys (third track in and it’s great!). The new ADTR album doesn’t mean that much to me because I just somewhat recently got into them, but the MCR one makes me feel all nostalgic. I remember jamming out to the hardcore emo MCR tunes about death and vampires and death; then it only became about death; then The Black Parade came out and they had this rock opera thing going on. They were changing, evolving, and I loved their new style. Now they have this punk rock thing with their new album, along with some kickass arena rock. I just think about how much they’ve changed in such a short time, and then I realize I must have, too; but I don’t notice it. I wish my life could be a story and I could just know what the omniscient narrator knows in order to be the one in the know. But I guess that would take all the fun out of living, no? I don’t really care one way or the other for surprises, but without them, life would suck. And with my lately monotonous months, life has been sucking; then today, a surprise came: only one thing for homework. I haven’t felt this good in weeks, and Xavier better not bring me the fuck down again like it had been.
Damn yo, forgot Glee is on tonight. Now I gotta finish up some light work Spanish, read a little bit because I never get to anymore, and work out. This night is looking up in comparison to say, the last 3 months worth of nights? Yes, I think so.
I just downloaded the new Chiodos album (Illuminaudio) and I can’t imagine how I have been living life for the past month and a half without this epic album. I’ve listened to five of the twelve new songs, and each one is catchier and better than most of the old Chiodos stuff with Craig Owens.
Also, while I’m plugging one band I might as well do the same for another: Twin Atlantic is amazing. They have a mini-album out titled Vivarium, and I think everyone should give it a listen. There’s literally nothing wrong with any of the songs. Best picks: “You’re Turning Into John Wayne,” “Where Is Light? What Is Laughter?,” “Caribbean War Syndrome,” and “Better Weather.” But just go and download the whole thing. :D
That sounds like quite the argument :P My brother and I used to have one that was somewhat similar, but it was usually ninjas vs. spies xD
We sold pirates once as well ;D
Random, but do you have a FB? We talk frequently here and I like adding the people I connect with on here.
Haha in that one ninjas would have it because they’re already sneaky and deadly. And yeah I do. My name on there is Joe Was. There’s a picture of Anton Chekhov as my profile picture so it’s hard to miss it!
There's ninja ducks too! You wouldn't believe how many we sell each fundraising season xD They're really addicting...I own a purple ninja, a Martian, and the two-headed one :D
That’s so awesome! Haha I’m jealous of the purple one, but I’d need a purple pirate because my girlfriend and I are in this eternal argument over whether pirates are better than ninjas, so if I had one, I could totally win that one!
Haha I know, right! :D
It doesn't stop there...some of them are pretty trippy...Here's some of the others we're selling (don't worry, I'm not soliciting you :P)
among others xD
The beagle duck, the purple QUACK robot duck, and the triceratops duck are easily my favorites. Haha I think I should start collecting these duckies.
I love spending the majority of my weekends at home to do work that I don’t feel helps me learn any. Heavy post coming later tonight if I manage to get all of this bullshit done, along with everything else I need to do in the “real” world.
Somehow I got second honors in school. That makes me laugh: I couldn’t do that junior year where the classes were “easier” but I can now? That makes no sense; for example, I had about a 60ish (if I’m lucky) average in trig honors last year, but now I have a 93 in calculus? I find my academia ridiculous.
But hey: 95 in creative writing! I think I can turn that into a profession/lifestyle. I even thought of a new tattoo because of it:
escribir es mi amor across my chest/collarbone area
Envy On The Coast
I used to like the Fratellis but grew outta them and the Wombats are really awesome; I just iTunes previewed the hell outta them. Circa Survive will always = <3 and I’m just not a big EOTC guy; not sure why, but I think it’s the singer I don’t like. haha thanks though! :D
I’m the right hand student leader for my school’s junior retreat this year. My job includes doing almost all the groundwork of it before the retreat actually begins. I’m the first one to start and the last one to stop. Thank God I’m almost done with college applications or my life would be hellacious these upcoming weeks.
I have to pick out two songs for the talk I give on the final day of the retreat. One will be “Against the Grain” by City & Colour; I’m still trying to decide the second.
I’m also supposed to come up with two special trait that no one else on the retreat has so a junior can find me at the start of it. The first will be that I have a heart-shaped tattoo on my shoulder, but I’m not sure about the second just yet.
If there were a Super Saiyan for hype-ness, I just hit SS3.
I just wrote finished up two essays for the New School and finished payments for Binghamton, Adelphi (LOLOLOLOLOL), and Eugene Lang. Then I filled out 3/4 of my Macaulay Honors application for CUNY. I need to write only two more essays (500 words or less; basically rehashed SAT essay questions) and put in my transcripts and teacher/counselor recommendations, and tumblrites, I will have then applied to college. :D
I pulled out my acoustic tonight—which has been gathering dust recently—and I jammed out for like an hour. I made this awesome medley of Iris, Her Eyes Say Yes, Hey Julie, How to Save a Life, and countless others. I honestly can’t remember because I just played straight for an hour, letting it all go and see what came out. And I loved it. I’m happy to be back to form.
And playing without a plectrum hurts pretty badly without any callouses on my picking hand, but it is so worth it for that sweet warm tone.
This happiness I get from playing is exactly why I have a musical heart tattooed on my left arm. :D