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Can't beleive how strange it is to be anything at all.

2005-09-28T20:35:00.000-07:00

The entire blogging world took a big hit last week when Jacob Bentley announced that he was suspending new posts on his blog. Michael Chan called me and had a nice cry about it, and Emily Sherlock almost killed herself. Everybody at school has been dealing with a freshly crushed soul.

I have wanted to delete my entire blog for a long time... since some time this summer. The few people who I care about will already know everything I would post, and a lot of people who dont give a fuck about me read this blog anyway... and I dont like that.

As you can notice, I have posted very little in the last few months, and nothing in the last month. However, my drafts folder has 40 entries in it that I decided not to post, all from the last three or four months. I dont publish them because most of them are only intended for very few people, or they are too important to me to post on this thing for people who I barely know to be reading.

Ironically, those unpublished posts are my reason for keeping this blog up. When I sit down and hit the 'create post' page, it is sometimes easier for me to write whatever it is that I write. Maybe it is because the idea of having any audience entertains or inspires me, but I really dont know. All that I do know is that I write differently in my drafts than in any notebook or word document, so I am keeping this thing running just for that.

Around a month ago, I published a post about how I stopped writing because the only emotion that I care about is impossible to write about directly. That lasted a couple days until I realized that of course I can't put the best emotion into words, nobody except for maybe Jeff Mangum can. I realized a lot of things I was doing wrong when I wrote, and I fixed them, and now I write a lot.

I am keeping every past post on my blog as a means of history. I look back to my posts from late 2004 when I started this... and it amazes me how I have changed. Even my posts up through April are so different from anything I would ever write today. If today I met the John Frank of last December or April, I would despise him (and he would probably want to kick my ass). I am an entirely different person, and even though those early posts came during some real shitty times that I would rather forget about, i like having them to reflect upon.

Right now I am doing real good even though it is sort of a drag to be thrown back into society's maelstrom after a real peaceful summer.

On a completely random sidenote to this post; Ryan and I recently started an expiremental noise band, which is probably called Manners but that could change. Anyway, I am very excited about this project. I think it is the new punk rock and Ryan thinks it is "the sound of revolution." We will be doing a show somewhere in the next two months, hopefully in late October, because I am really excited to show this music to kids who have never heard anything like it. Also once we get more material on tape, we are going to make some cassettes and give them out at school or sell them for a couple dollars, or something. When I play in Manners, every sound created represents an emotion from inside of me, and no other music can so nakedly expose those raw emotions like that, and that is why I am very excited about it. Anyway, sorry about that random paragraph.

Hey just for fun, here are a few of the titles of some unpublished drafts I have, dating back to late June through just last night: "Emily Kane/Red Moon," "rewinding Celeste," "Frenzied April," "Tommorow as Just," "Why must Bob Dylan exist?," "Tuesday Hotel Mirrors Optimistic," "somepeople 'fraidtosay itloud," "gunning for us," "smashyface," "arsonist of lovelessness," "AUGUST 17, 2005," "Owleyes," "Ryan the Ghost," "in a revolution/inner evolution," "Sheltered broken beaters I," "Firey Fire Inside," "Ariel and Him," "A Lover's Protest," "Sun part II," and many many Untitleds.

There will be no new posts anymore. This blog is strictly a tool for me to write through. Of course, they will probably start flooding out now that I just said that...
Peace.

Shows

2005-09-03T20:30:00.000-07:00

These are some shows coming up in the next couple months, mostly in Eugene but some big ones up in Portland. If anyone is interested in coming with me to any of these just let me know. Yeah, freaking Black Dice are coming to Eugene.

September
22 Xiu Xiu + Yellow Swans, Berbatis, Portland
29 13+God (Anticon), Wowhall, Eugene

Oct
2 Fiery Furnaces, Aladdin Theatre, Portland
4 Clap your hands say yeah + the National, wowhall, Eugene
6 BLACK DICE, wowhall, Eugene
17 Hold Steady, wowhall, Eugene
24 Sage Francis + Sole (Anticon), McDonald Theatre, Eugene

Nov
9 Why? (Anticon), wowhall, Eugene
13 Subtle, wowhall, Eugene

It is unfortunate that most of you dont know at all what that means, but oh well.

wallower

2005-08-29T22:33:00.000-07:00

i put things into words.
sometimes artistically, sometimes journalistically.

but some things just dont fit into words. there are feelings which cannot be transcribed into language. its beautiful.

so for me, the pen has stopped meeting the paper. and i love it.

Ten Songs

2005-08-27T20:32:00.000-07:00

I got this idea from Myste, who got it from somebody else. These are the first ten songs played when I hit the shuffle button on my iPod.

1. Devendra Banhart - "Heard Somebody Say"
2. Yellow Swans - "Police Eternity"
3. Can - "Connection"
4. Belle and Sebastian - "If You're Feeling Sinister"
5. Can - "I'm So Green"
6. Frog Eyes - "Important Signals will Break the Darkness"
7. Boredoms - "DO"
8. Animal Collective - "Who Could Win a Rabbit"
9. Les Savy Fav - "Meet me in the Dollar Bin"
10. David Bowie - "Starman"

Sorry, y'allz.

2005-08-26T16:28:00.000-07:00

643 4269
It had to happen eventually.
Call me.

smash

2005-08-24T19:23:00.000-07:00

Since everyone else feels so obliged:

1. AP/CC Govt, Mrs. Hall
2. America in the 60s, Mr. Young
3. Chem 1, Mr. Theissen
4. AP/CC English, Mrs. Doerner
5. Orange R Lab
6. Orange R

Things could change tommorow, though. I might take Psychology instead of OR Lab first semester, and I might switch my Chemistry and English periods in hope of having a better Chem teacher. Or maybe I will just stay home and read and actually learn something. Psh, I wish.

I get to open and close the day with Jenna, Mallorie, and Danny. That is, if Mallorie doesnt jump off of Mt. Nebo tommorow.

2005-08-11T18:29:00.000-07:00

My brother's new site is up. Right now it only has the info for his upcoming show, but dig it:
www.bashes.info

rod ucking stewart f

2005-07-30T10:30:00.000-07:00

sorry to embarass myself but
i like the rockstar in your bracelet asked the
ice cream duck? (spend all your money)
chaps and lads are at the shoebox selling pungent pregnant fleshers and the trivial ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice cream duck runs amuck like gary coleman with the terrorists or Holy Mary with the teenagers

sorry i dare ask the shelf but
do the urns get heavy on your your your the
fakeplywood/shoddy shoulders? (i think thats funny)
your friends and last weeks new words are conversing in the noontime nutcase midnight asylum like birds birds birds birds birds birds and ducks run amuck
like rod stewart with the punks or politician X with the smart people

Rod Fucking Stewart! I just said Holy Mary
i guess that means i'll be taken by the wolves
and turned into into out of into out of into out of into out of into and back out of love (i dont think thats funny but)
the hello dollies and the wannabe stepford wives are stabbing each other with psychadelic syringes and having stereotypical binges over which one my history teacher wants to kiss
like jackie o with her children or innocence with her victims

rxxx & rxxx

2005-07-20T17:16:00.000-07:00

This Saturday, come watch the Broken Arrow play at the Safeway Parking Lot. The show is for some big breastcancerawareness fundraiser, and there is supposed to be a lot of people there (the media and the radio station will be there too). Anyway: Sat 1PM Safeway. Thats all I know. Oh and its a full set, too.

Since getting back together three days ago after a monthlong hiatus, the Broken Arrow have changed their sound quite a bit, and its really exciting, especially for us.

Now we kick out these fifteen minute long groove jams and Ryan and I will occasionally drop in for a few vocals. The drummer emptied out his entire head and filled it back up with drums, rhythm, and more drums. And new material is flowing from our instruments like mad.

See, 'cause Ryan and I have some mad inspiration now.

dissing on the walrus v 2.0

2005-07-09T15:22:00.000-07:00

At 6:52 PM, John said...
why is your neck frozen guys? were you running through too many moneyclouds or something?

At 8:18 PM, Josh said...
John seems to be filled with randomness these days

At 5:24 PM, John said...
excuse me josh but i am not the one with the lipfuzz hypocondriac silver spoon mansion in my back pocket. see we all get some action from the kings of holy nowhere but you abuse it and thats why you value hugs like they are pennies. your juice has run empty in the land of teenager underdog cliche. and see thats why theres no life left inside of your employee of being.

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2005-07-05T22:01:00.000-07:00

Last night I said my goodbyes to Alvar at his party for the (most likely) last time.

Our friendship was a very different one, because we are very opposite personalities. However, if you would have honestly asked me who my best friend was, I would've most likely said Alvar. The way we connected in just the six months I have known him was unique because, as I have said, we are two completely different people. However, I think that those differences helped us connect really well with one another and we understood each other on a comical and personal level that is rare. I learned a lot of things from Alvar when he was here, and I am confident that he would say the same about me.

I have heard it said lately that people splitting ways like this tend forget all about each other after a couple months. But I have to refuse to beleive that concept. Sure, I will eventually stop missing Alvar, but I know that I won't forget him. I am not giving up hope of seeing him again someday, too. Merlin and Alvar and I talked last night of meeting up in Italy or France in a year or two, although I dont know how clear our thinking was.

Anyway, Alvar is gone. I am not really upset or anything but it sucks that he is taking off all of the sudden. Oh well, he is back in Spain where he doesnt hate it ("Yon, get me out of this shitty country!") and hopefully meeting back up with that pretty girl who he ditched for a little bit of Roseburg, Oregon, America soil.

PS. A couple days ago we set up alvarscorner.blogspot.com so that his firneds here can keep in touch.

Nature's Theives.

2005-06-20T20:01:00.000-07:00

------------------------
for the bastards who belittle and then barbecue bambi
put your six-shooter in your suburban-swollen sucker
and stop sending your slaves to become
sons and daughters of the gun

something in your suburbia smells of sickest flesh stench
hunters' heavy game hangs as your warning to the French
blackened bloody beef is seen as your shotgun-barrel's prize
you are nature's theif as seen in your restive rifle eyes
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Of Taco Joints and Life.

2005-06-15T22:51:00.000-07:00

I abandoned my sweet Taco Bell today.

I felt like such a traitor as I gave in to many a request by Diana to try Taco Time, the instution which competes with my second home, the Bell.

As I walked alone through the doors of this stupid little building, I wanted to hate everything about it so much. I wanted to hate the food, and I wanted to hate the atmosphere.

The first thing I noticed was the dude who tried to play drums with us last week, he was working there. He gave me that stupid Roseburg-head-nod thing (which is SO 90's by now, right?) and then he told the other dude to give me my meal for free. See, 'cause I am in a rock band. Not.

Alright, so I got the large bean burrito and the large vanilla coke, still hoping that it would be the grossest shit so that I could go back to my happy Taco Bell and get on with my life. Well.

Hey you know what, why am I trying to make this seem all crazy? Bottom line is, this place is hot. It felt nicer in there than in the Bell, and the burrito was fresher, and possibly better, than at the Bell. I didn't feel sick afterward like I had eaten some chemicals and shit. The hot sauce was fair, although there isn't anything like Taco Bell's Fire Sauce. It was a pleasant experience, and there were no creepy mental guys coming in and grinning at me, like they have at Taco Bell.

So now theres this dilemma, see? Because I like the trashiness of Taco Bell. I sorta dig that sick feeling in my stomach after I eat the little burrito, and I also sorta like those mental guys. Well, maybe not the mental guys, but they do have Mountain Dew at the Bell, and not at Taco Time. Oh and also if I start frequenting the Time, then I will miss that wierd lady who works at Taco Bell who knows my order by heart and who always tells me I should get a job there so that I don't have to pay for all this food. You see, Taco Bell is gloriously trashy. It is the crossroads of everything repulsive and beautiful about Roseburg. And my cravings are still directed toward the Bell.

I really don't know what to do. But I will admit, I was wrong about the Time. Place is respectable. Sorry Diana for hating on your favorite little fast-food joint. I will still most likely make make daily trips to Taco Bell, but now, if I am closer to the Time, that option is always available, and I just might swing by there every once in awhile, too.

Goodnight.

If you can Hear a Piano Fall, You can hear me Comin' Down the Hall

2005-06-13T17:18:00.000-07:00

Last night was the show at Grad Night.

We got there at about 7:30 and set everything up in the main gym, including the two mics, our guitars and bass, and the keyboard which I was gonna play for one song on organ effect but couldnt because I forgot the freaking amp plug-in for it. Anyway after an hour or so we got our sound levels correct then we just took it easy until 1 AM, when the show started.

It was alright at first, there were some people watching what we were doing and sorta digging it, but after maybe four songs or so, it was like we were playing to a brick freaking wall or something. Nobody was moving, and maybe one or two people were even watching us. So when they're not into, its impossible for Ryan and I to get into it.

After about and hour of that kind of crap, a bunch of kids flooded in from somewhere and the lady had them do a dance off, and finally it was like the show came alive, and there were some kids dancing around and people were paying attention and enjoying themselves. So it was easier to get into it then, but the show went for like 3.5 hours so it felt really long and tedious.

Its hilarious because we used up our entire setlist in the first 1.5 hours, so then we just started making crap up out of nowhere, and it actually sounded alright. Ryan sang on a couple tracks, and it sounded pretty good. During our last five-minute break, toward the very end when everybody was in there, I taught Ryan and Garrett to play two White Stripes songs, "Seven Nation Army" and "Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground." When we came back inside I put the vocals to both songs, and judging by the video that was taken of the show, it sounded pretty good. I was excited about that.

I got my hundred and twenty dollars then went home at 5:00 AM, not three hours before my Physics final was to begin. I am still really tired and confused or whatever.

Oh also after the show Ryan and I decided that we are gonna take a month-long break now. I told him that there is no inspiration left in the band right now, everytime we play it feels flat to me, and our songs are becoming too routine and boring.

Peace
-John

The class of two-thousand and five.

2005-06-09T17:49:00.000-07:00

Well, today was the last day for seniors.

Over the last year, and especially the last few months, I have met so many really cool seniors. The Class of 2005 really kicks my ass. Over the past couple months, I have been meeting the kids who I should have been hanging out with for the last few years instead of the hip-hoppin wannabe-prep-star cats who I have been spending all my time with.

For instance, take Nick Lovemark. I talked to this kid for the first time a couple months back. This is one of the few kids in our school who truly knows where its at. The kind of kid who I always wished I had as a friend but never came across, so I figured this kind of person just didn't exist in this culture-deprived city. It is so unfortunate that I have finally come across Nick, and so many other friends who know whats up, just months before they have to leave. Sorry for sounding a little sentimental, but I have the feeling that if I had met Nick or any of these other kids a year ago, we would be best friends today.

So I guess it is just time and shit, and I feel like I am falling behind. Like where have I been? Do you know how much I have searched for cool kids in the last couple years, and how depressing it was not to find them anywhere? Seriously, where the hell was I? These people were just down the hall, and I missed out.

It was ripping me up today to be with these new friends all together for the last time. And I am not even a senior! But how am I not supposed to be real upset about these people leaving me behind, you know? And I guess thats the other thing I regret, is not even getting to know even more of the seniors who I know I would totally be down with, 'cause now theres no time left to do it.

I guess grad night is gonna be incredible. I think that it is a fitting way for me to close out the school year, since meeting the seniors has been one of the major themes throughout this year.

I have love for tons of these kids; Jacob B, Chan, Green, Carol, Marz, Erika, Courtney, even Quentin too (Orange R 04-05 forever y'alls), Nick the aforementioned, Aaron the radical, kids in math, oh and Ryan the bandmate. And how could I ever forget the international trinity of Alvar, Merlin, and Fran? Or the tennis cats like Justin and Tim? I will even miss Ken F, Jeff A, whether they know it or not those cats sort of taught me tolerance this year, and I really like them, no matter how bad they are at political analysis or at rapping. Those are just names that come to mind, I know there are others.

I know that when I look back on what my Junior year was like, most of what I will think of involves these people. I am happy that many are headed just to UCC, so that I can build on relationships with them, or even to U of O, where they will be within an hour from here. But then theres kids like Nick who is going to Southern California and Jacob who is headed to effing Illinois or whatever.

Time sucks. This summer I want to make a point and hang out with these kids as much as I can. Sorry this post was sort of sentimental and long, I am just sort of sad or regretful or whatever.

-Peace

Get Behind Me Satan

2005-06-07T19:20:00.000-07:00

"there once was a story i wanted to tell, but i assumed it was one you all knew too well. maybe i was wrong. was wondering how clear we were gonna say it. how to keep us all interested enough to not drift off and start fantasizing about those romantic things. but then again, what about those things in books, and in movies? are they real? does anybody care? you ride the bus dont you? aint nobody ever bumped into you before? was it an accident? lotta questions. rhett and scarlett, what are they? cant be true love. but there are others. unrequited is a word too. its in the dictionary. after truth i beleive. everyday life i guess some others look at as romantic. but what about us people? are those elements impossible for us to experience? do you know and welcome the idea of true love, stagind, destiny, mis en scene, hope for internal completion? everyone's talking about their hurt and their rage on the radio. and the armchair judge is the family bible in primetime today. what reality is fake? then drama is superficial and not admired, the judge and the apology is shallow, love is put aside. i think theres one truth, with no subjectivity. and in the corner is a booth with some productivity. under my arm is a device with conductivity and i gave it to you. no lessons ok? the city i live in, it aint no different man! your sidewalk has less cracks in it? how spoiled we are! funny, funny, funny. but you must have bought a book, and it is a reality to hold in your thought, lets put it together though. we know not to kill after seeing a murder on the screen, but do we know not to love when we see two fulfilled? your morning can go however you want it. no one owes you breakfast for example. no one owes you a ride. and you know damn well you could walk there if you wanted to. and did you know that you could have what you need. to give is true and admirable too, but to be taken from is loss and totally false. imagine that you are being taken from. what faith is tested? what hope is wuthiering? what angel was persecuted who worked so hard at something never to acheive it? prove it to me. and what child who was innocent was pushed to the ground never to get up again? where's he/she at right now? wheres a starbucks when you need one? am i in destiny, am i in my kitchen? you're the book dammit. you are the morning. dont deny yourself with this duty-woman! dont damn yourself with a painted smile on skull-man! put it on the table. and dont deny it. whatever it is. do yourself a favor and breathe real, get it? funny, we're all still here man. nobody left, and its odd because the more you deny it, the funnier it gets. three kids are playing on the playground, and one turns to the other and says, "are they making us go to school or are we learning for the sake of beauty?" the other kids love this idea, and they laugh and pass notes about it for days. so we all know the right thing to do, and we all root for the underdog in the book, we cant help it! kick yourself off the island. she is her. he is us. the underdog wins in the book, and in real life? not just in some sports game. you know, but-- hey wouldnt it be nice if every sports team was only allowed to have team members from its own city? no trading. evil can be funny. righteousness is a barrel of laughs too. come on, we all know! its a new century, no sarcasm kids. boy these kids can take! how bout take the tongues out of their cheeks? no blasphemy. no talking under your breath. tell me what you want, and we can get it together. i'm not kidding. they wrote the books to share with you what assumed could be. they made the films to explore what you didnt get to do at work today. and they wrote the songs to fill in the gaps between being someplace, and getting there. but it by no means, don't mean, it cant be. you're probably already there, just admit it. just say it. then you'll get it. stay the truth, and hold with this word behind tooth, to know that truth pushes truth forward, and to be taken is to be held, and to be stolen from is to lose what truth you deserve, pretending this is pretending the play with no audience but yourself, the options are sometimes not options at all, but distractions of temptations to live for something or someone else instead of yourself, breathing can't be taken, the fact can't be shaken, and the truth is sitll waiting always for you. i think we're gonna be ok."
-Jack White, in the liner notes of his new album "Get Behind Me Satan," out today.

L'ennui est contre-révolutionnaire.

2005-06-05T21:01:00.000-07:00

Have a list.
1. I haven't had Taco Bell since Friday. I am having some really wild cravings though.
2. I am amazed at the art of Banksy.
3. Derrick C. Brown is an amazing poet.
4. I can't beleive how underappreciated the new Gorillaz album is. Besides the last Radiohead album, the new Gorillaz is the most representative album of what it feels like to be living in the 2000s.
5. School is ending just as it is starting to be fun.
6. My history project is going to fail because the people in my group are being stupid.
7. This weekend was pretty dull, except for jamming today with the band.
8. I am getting really excited for this grad-night show on Sunday. We will have more people there than we had at any of our last shows. It is also our first paid show, which is actually really exciting, because it shows that we are being appreciated.
9. After that show, I am going to try to sing on some of our songs, which I know sounds sort of disastrous, but I think it might work out.
10. Sorry but I don't think this show on Friday will work out. Too much crap going on with school, etc. But I promise I will have another show sometime in the next few weeks.
11. L'ennui est contre-révolutionnaire.

Peace.

The only thing whiter than Jeff... is his car.

2005-06-04T19:46:00.000-07:00

So Thursday night was the final Orange R production night of the year, and the last with the seniors. I seriously like every person in that class (its not even really like a class), and its sad that all the cool seniors are leaving. It was surprising to me how close some of us all got this year.

I am going to miss both Jacobs (Bentley and Green), Chan (aka Thom Yorke Jr.), Carol, Erika/Courtney/Marz/(how could i not list them all together like that?), also I will miss the presence of Quentin and Travis for sure, I never really got to know those guys very well but I like them both, oh yeah also Jessica who is a pretty good rock star in Bastard Measure.

Hell, I'll even miss Jeff, who I just so happened to MANGLE in Thursday's Rap Battle, but how can I dislike a guy who is willing to kick some rhymes with me? Plus when he said my shades look like Officer Steve, that was just brilliant (not). Or how about the time that he was like "that dumbass jon just dont know how to rhyme?" I mean, this kid speaks of true originality. Plus he admitted to thinking that Bartlett was hot. He doesn't shop at Target though (I will NEVER make the mistake of saying that again). Just playing. Wow, where am I going with this?

But no seriously I will miss the seniors a lot and I will miss seeing all you juniors every day, even though we will hang out for sure this summer, except for the one person who now hates me, but thats off topic.

But I am really excited about next year and all the new people who will join our staff. I know for sure that theres going to be some pretty awesome people rocking it in O.R. next year.

Peace.

2005-06-02T17:52:00.000-07:00

Gettin psyched out for this ricky-rap battle, y'all.

My hour long epic.

2005-05-30T14:58:00.000-07:00

Last night Ryan came over so that we could work out some songs that we each had written in the last week. At about 10:30 we went to Taco Bell and when I was almost done with my burrito, this guy just comes in a sits like right next to us. He just sort of smiled at me and then walked out, but his eyes were fixed on my change box on the table the entire time (the change box is the old Winterfresh box where I keep all my dimes for when I run out of money). It was both the funniest and creepiest thing I have seen in a long time.

But what I really want to post about is this:
Alright so last night Ryan and I had been jamming on our guitars into the wee hours of the night, working out these messed up progressions and writing some pretty solid songs when I decided to lay my guitar to rest and start playing on the (electric) piano. On Friday I had written this really sort of eerie but sort of gorgeous peice on the piano, so I started playing it and then Ryan joined in with the guitar. I remember looking at the clock right before we started and it was like 1:20. Anyway, so we sort of worked into this eerie jam and it was getting really intense, really emotional. Just one of those moments where I am able to transfer every emotion running through my body into this simple song, its a really powerful feeling. Anyway, this song was becoming more and more beautiful as we played, and we were weaving these really sort of magnificent rythyms into each other's song, and we had created this very alive, pulsing, somewhat dark, sad, very emotional piece of music. There have been other times where we have connected on a higher musical level, but this was one of the most powerful. The song, which had become somewhat of a symphony in my head, soon crept to a stop, and it eventually died. I looked at the clock, and it was 2:15. We just sort of looked at each other, and we knew that what we had just created was brilliant.

I can copy Mallorie too.

2005-05-28T22:07:00.000-07:00

1. I want to put together an end-of-the-school-year show for my band to play at, where we will just invite our friends and tell them to invite their friends and hopefully enough people show up. If we dont find anywhere to play the show we will probably use my backyard or something. Right now I am thinking not this Friday but the one after that, the Friday before graduation.
2. Anonymous comments on blogs really confuse things. Also, sarcasm hardly ever comes across on the internet, which causes even more confusion/misconceptions.
3. The new White Stripes album, "Get Behind Me Satan," is amazing.
4. I cant wait for the Orange R rap battle where I will mercilessly bury my opponent Jeff. I wrote this sick rhyme about his momma (Yeah, sarcasm).
5. What the hell happened to my sunshine?
6. Mallorie Guerra is dating Ken Fehringer.
7. Josh Borrelli is dating NOBODY.
8. Nate's Mortal Kombat video at the assembly totally ripped it up.
9. I sent Jacob an email like 1.5 pages long with music recommendations and I havent heard back.
10. I dont want to hear back, that kid is ghetto-retarded....
....
snap.

The latest addictions.

2005-05-28T12:22:00.000-07:00

Taco Bell: I have been feeding this addiction on a daily basis for the last month or so, maybe missing a day a couple of times. Last night I was there and I couldnt beleive the place. Its so undeniably glorious yet trashy at the same time. Recently I have been straying from the 7-layer burrito and a Large Mountain Dew(total: $3.09) and instead going with the bean burrito/soft taco/Large Mountain Dew combo(total: $3.67). Also I swear they must be breaking ever single minors' labor law possible, because there are these two sophomores from our school who are there like 24/7, even during school hours sometimes.

Edan - "The Beauty and the Beat": This album has been ripping up my car stereo for the last month on repeat. I listen to it through at least once a day. The only downside is that it has replaced my listening to NPR.

The word "Badass": Yeah I say it a lot now.

My new guitar: Cant stop playing it. This past week I have written so many new songs.

I guess I am just a badass, guitar-playing, hip-hop banging Taco-Bell junkie.

Freeze

2005-05-26T18:44:00.000-07:00

Isnt the sunshine nice?

Bucky Done Gun.

2005-05-22T14:20:00.000-07:00

On Friday I went to this 'peace rally' at the courthouse with some friends. Its cool that something like it was organized in this community, and there were a lot of people there.
A. There were people there playing folk songs reminiscent of the music played at gatherings in the 60s, and all the songs they were playing were from that era. While I love folk music and they were great performers, that music is now rooted in nostalgia, and I wish that our generation would start making a music which we could unite under and which we could call our own. Why isn't there anybody gathering in front of the courthouse rapping about war, abusive government, or broken politics which influence our lives?
B. It is sad that there were about five people my age there, and then about 75 people who are in their 60s.

Chocolate Shoptop Darts and Wesley Weekend.

2005-05-13T18:21:00.000-07:00

Alright so my band (known in some circles as... "Broken Arrow"?) is playing tommorow night, Saturday May 14, at the Elks Lodge downtown for the Hebe Statue Fundraiser event. Show starts at 7:00 PM and I think we are the second band on, after the *cough* Sunny Peaches. There is not a doubt that we will totally rip it up, so you have no excuse not to be there. Our set will also be all original material, which I am really excited for. One other thing, the show costs $7 but if that is honestly the reason that you dont come, please come I will pay you the money back because I am just down like that.
Tommorow 7pm elks lodge. Also if anybody wants to hook up afterwards I think some of us are going to Denny's or something.
Also its for a good cause. Oh and another reason you might want to come is that I am hooking up my bass through a VOX, which I have never done but I am way excited to do it. VOX, y'alls.
The final reason why you should come is that we will play "Sleepy Leaders (Lovers)," "Littlefoot gets Dressed," and "California Child" for the first time, as well as a few other new tracks. You can tell I am pretty psyched out for this.

See you there.