All the sophomore boys in this class are scared of me. They're generally pretty dickish, in all of their basketball-shorts-wearing, pubescent, braces-y glory, but then I ask if a kid could please move his chair for just a second because a part of my backpack was stuck under it and he rocketed back so fast that I think I saw those Roadrunner clouds of dust pop up all around the wheels of his swivel chair.
Maybe they think I shot a man in Reno.
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Oh my god I just spent ten-ish minutes playing with fonts and colors just to get pissed off and switch it back to the same old black background that I always have what is wrong with me AHH.
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Okay, I made there be colors. OH MY GOD THIS IS SO INTERESTING RIGHT
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
There's A Crow On The Roof. It's Yelling At Me.
Okay. So.
Ummmmmmmmmmm.
Well, this is hell of awkward. It's kind of been a while since I blogged. Don't expect me to keep up with it or anything. It's just another outlet to distract myself/procrastinate with.
Alright. I am in Finance right now. Finance is a class that will probably be helpful later on in life, but it's a little much at seven-fucking-thirty in the morning. Spreadsheets. Grr. And when we logged in, we all got the "Manifest" thing on our computers, which isn't all that interesting to me because I'm about 97% sure I already know what it is. I definately already know who's doing it. But, yknow, sophomore boys will talk about anything if they can do it in a derisive voice. So, bravo. You've sparked some interest.
It is early. I am talking. Ahhhhhrg.
I've been building up my spring soundtrack recently. It is bankrupting me more than any seasonal playlist before it, mostly because now I read NYLON and they have, like, ten pages of music reviews in every issue. The end result of which is that where last year, I had one mix CD that I kept in the car at all times and listened to from April til June, I'm probably going to end this month with, like, six.
The Weird Shit I'm Listening To, Vol. 1:
--Be Your Own Pet. They're defunct now, of course, because all bands I like must logically be dead before I get to them XP. Their first CD is a little too dischordant and fuzzy for me (bordering on early Bikini Kill. Or any Bikini Kill, realliy), but "Get Awkward" is an amazing album. The singer is really fun and scream-y and most of their good stuff is on their EP's. Best Songs: Damn Damn Leash, Becky, What's Your Damage.
--The Coathangers. Anytime I see their name, I pronnounce the "th" in my head. They are fucking hilarious, one of those bands who you know would be amazing live. First album (self-titled) is the better of the two they have out, mostly because on the first, they sound like they're thrashing about and having a shitload of fun and are on several types of hallucenogens. Then they slow it down on the second. Which is sad.
Okay finance is almost over so I'm gonna shut up PEACE
Ummmmmmmmmmm.
Well, this is hell of awkward. It's kind of been a while since I blogged. Don't expect me to keep up with it or anything. It's just another outlet to distract myself/procrastinate with.
Alright. I am in Finance right now. Finance is a class that will probably be helpful later on in life, but it's a little much at seven-fucking-thirty in the morning. Spreadsheets. Grr. And when we logged in, we all got the "Manifest" thing on our computers, which isn't all that interesting to me because I'm about 97% sure I already know what it is. I definately already know who's doing it. But, yknow, sophomore boys will talk about anything if they can do it in a derisive voice. So, bravo. You've sparked some interest.
It is early. I am talking. Ahhhhhrg.
I've been building up my spring soundtrack recently. It is bankrupting me more than any seasonal playlist before it, mostly because now I read NYLON and they have, like, ten pages of music reviews in every issue. The end result of which is that where last year, I had one mix CD that I kept in the car at all times and listened to from April til June, I'm probably going to end this month with, like, six.
The Weird Shit I'm Listening To, Vol. 1:
--Be Your Own Pet. They're defunct now, of course, because all bands I like must logically be dead before I get to them XP. Their first CD is a little too dischordant and fuzzy for me (bordering on early Bikini Kill. Or any Bikini Kill, realliy), but "Get Awkward" is an amazing album. The singer is really fun and scream-y and most of their good stuff is on their EP's. Best Songs: Damn Damn Leash, Becky, What's Your Damage.
--The Coathangers. Anytime I see their name, I pronnounce the "th" in my head. They are fucking hilarious, one of those bands who you know would be amazing live. First album (self-titled) is the better of the two they have out, mostly because on the first, they sound like they're thrashing about and having a shitload of fun and are on several types of hallucenogens. Then they slow it down on the second. Which is sad.
Okay finance is almost over so I'm gonna shut up PEACE
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