Blogging in a Snuggie

So, for Christmas Joey Cote's mom gave my family a snuggie, and I haven't really used it. But today I left my sweater at school, so in my coldness I was forced to dawn the snuggie. I must say it's actually comfy. It looked thin, and not warm, but it actually is.
And it's Zebra print.

Now I'm having a conversation with one Gen Santiago about taking a break from life. Which brings up the question, what would we do if we did take a break from life? She says life would just go on pause, but then that would either be really boring or you wouldn't recognize that there was a pause. I like the thought that you would leave your body, and go to a place of perfection. Mine would probably be filled with calming music, and a guitar for me to play along. And of course I would know how to play every song. The playlist would probably consist of Jack Johnson, Jeremy Messersmith,(who I just discovered, he's pretty awesome) and with a bit of the more soothing Black Keys and Weezer. If for any reason you don't know any of those musicians you need to go search them. Like. Now. Don't even keep reading. Well, read for suggestions on what to look for.

Breakdown- Jack Johnson
A Boy, a Girl, and a Graveyard- Jeremy Messersmith
These Days- The Black Keys
Butterfly-Weezer.

Actually, on second though, I've liked every Jeremy Messersmith song I've heard so far. And it's really hard to find a jack johnson song I don't like (I'm looking at you, Mediocre Bad Guys). The same goes with the Black Keys (You disappoint me, Black Mud). As for Weezer, that's a completely different story. Rivers Cuomo isn't the greatest of singers, so I have to find ones that the music and lyrics are good enough to overcome that. They're still a pretty awesome band.

GOD DAMN YOU HALF JAPANESE GIRLS.

Tracey Crain introduced me to the White Stripes. They're pretty cool. The above was not a White Stripes song, that's a Weezer song. El Scorcho. AI CARUMBA! That's probably not how it's spelled but oh well.

Uhm.

Am I done rambling?

Jeremy Messersmith likes capo in the third fret.

I think I'm done rambling now.

I'll meet you in virginia.
The only place for broken hearted lovers.
I'll meet you in virginia
The only place made for starting over.

I need to go and buy this album.

My minority complex is dropping by. I wonder if it can stay for dinner.

I'm listening to Zane McNois/McDanielle on the radio.
I know this person.
And his music is good enough to be on the radio.
And Cam Boucher is recording something.
And Kenneth Fox has his thing on Band Camp.
And I've got a guitar.
And a trombone (kind of...)
And a harmonica.
And not enough talent to do anything with any of it.

I'm decent at the guitar, and I'm shit at the trombone, and I can play when the saints come marching in on the harmonica. I'm a musical genius aren't I?

I guess I'm being a bit hypocritical, I just comment on Mary Kate Lang's blog post saying she should be less negative, now as I listen to Zane's awesomeness take form I'm thinking "Why can't I be like that? Why can't I find the effort to apply myself?" these thoughts are always followed by thoughts of "If I'm not particularly good at anything how am I going to get into a good college?" I not even all that great at video games. That's my talent, playing videogames, and I'm not even to great at that. I get mopped on the scoreboards. I'm decent at the guitar, I can play it with fair decency, but I'm not GREAT. And I can't sing, so I can' just sit down and record stuff. I've written songs, with different parts, all guitar parts, but when I try to record it it just sounds bad...like...discouragingly bad. Then I put my guitar away, and crawl back to get my ass handed to me by some drugged up 13 year old with a potty mouth from Chicago with a voice higher than the sun. Their gamertag is probably something along the lines of Bx0x0xMxHx3xAxDxSxHx0xTx because they think it's cool. Oh, and apparently my mother gets around a lot, (that was sarcasm mom, I meant the people on xbox live insult my mom a lot).

I have nothing else going for me, I get decent grades. MY MOM SIGNED A PAPER SAYING I COULD TAKE LEVEL 4 ENGLISH. Ms Sears speech about how she read all of our stuff and we're "level 4 material".

Yep.

Doesn't apply to me.

At all.

Zane is currently screaming something at me.

It's rather intimidating.

At least my mom thinks I'm cool.

...

I hope.

Response Papers

They're really fun to write.
i just wrote one, and it's pretty awesome. I want her to read it, but in case she doesn't I posted it on my tumblr. Anonymity is for the weak.

woatb.tumblr.com

You should click that.

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I am so fucking conceited

I don't know where it came from.

Where it started.

Or how it started.

But I'm pretty fucking conceited, if you didn't already notice.

So I've devoted the next 10-20 minutes to figuring out why this is so, using what Ms Nault would call "mental diarrhea," or whatever she calls it.

I have a pretty huge minority complex.

Maybe I cover it up with a shit ton of sarcasm and narcissism?

Maybe not.

I don't know.

But not I'm watching Chuck, and I really don't feel like looking too deeply into this.

Leave it to be said that I am really fucking conceited, and feel like using bad words.

(Thank to one Miss Mary Kate Lang for pointing out my spelling mistake)

You know those people who shouldn't exist?

If you don't, you can find one at school tomorrow.

They generally wear skinny jeans around their knees.
Most often they they're hair is jelled into some sort of spikes or similar formation.
They may or may not be wearing a flannel shirt.
They are probably a minority.
If they are not they wish they were.
If they are, they're a painful stereotype, and their fellow minorities hate them.

Oh.
Guess what.
I hate them.

They're usually not even really mean. Just...annoying. And serve no purpose in life but to push how cool they think they think they are.

But you're not, and it's funny how you think you are.

I'd actually almost wish they were mean. At least at then you could tell a teacher or something, but technically they're just LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS. AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, BECAUSE THEY LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE FRIENDS WHO'LL HURT YOU.

But that's prejudice.

That's enough for tonight.

Opinions

Today was the third day in a row someone told me my opinion were wrong, excessive, or unamerican.

If it has answers it's not a survey, we call those tests, whether they're graded of not.
Just because I don't like something you like doesn't mean we need to raise our voices and use bad words.
Just because I think commemorating Nine Eleven isn't necessary anymore doesn't mean I'm not american, (read my tumblr for more info on that one, it explains it)

So what have we learned? Friendly debates are fun, going back and forth on usually unimportant things. That's fine.
Calling my opinions excessive, because I life different videogames than you, I'm pretty sure you're the excessive ones.
Believing that letting the family members of Nine Eleven casualties to live in peace, that's about as american as it gets-Privacy.

I'm done now.