Smores

Last night, I fell asleep early (around 9, not feeling too good) and I was awoken by a phone call around 10:30 by my friend Sam, and the phone call went a bit like this:


Me: Hello?
Sam: Hey
Me: Yeah, what's up?
Sam: Nothing, but uhhhh my sister is on her way.
Me: Ugh, why?
Sam: She wants you to go make smores with her friend Sam and somebody else.
Me: Well I'm not going.
Sam: I know that, that's why I wouldn't give her your number. Were you asleep?
Me: Yep.
Sam: Yeah, so they're on their way to your house.
Me: Son of a bitch, alright. Thanks.
Sam: Sorry.
Me: It's no big deal.

So I get out of bed, SWEATING- I throw on a t-shirt and walk outside. As I walk around the corner, I see Selena and she calls Becky and her friend Sam over after going up and knocking on my front door.

I tell them I'm not going to make smores, I'm going back to sleep. I walk back inside, tell my grandmother goodnight and fall back asleep.

Jesus Christ.
If you really want to hang out and make smores- motherfucker don't show up at my house at 10:30 after no one will give you my number.

I would've hung out, but not when they just show up at my house like that, especially while I'm sleeping.

Otherwise- call first.
It just pissed me off that they show up at my house like that.

I'm not really angry, I was just kind of pissed that people woke me up.

Besides- I have my last day of class today, so I probably wouldn't have went knowing I had to do that.

Also; those three girls were all like 14... What the fuck?

Good kids, just insanely silly.


- Josh.

Also; DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT JUDGING GIRAFFES UNDER FRIENDS.

A new day.

Good morning.
It's 1:04 AM right now, and I'm listening to one of my FAVORITE albums- Sea Change by Beck. Depressing as all hell. But it REALLY shows Beck making some soulful, real tunes.

I'm getting tired.
Really tired, but I'm not really feeling like sleeping yet.

Over the weekend I'm hoping to give the blog a nice upgrade visually, who knows- I might procrastinate myself from that.

Eh.

Too much going on in that thing I call a brain.
If you read my previous blog, it was a mite angry and depressed and blah blah blah.

Can anyone guess the primary reason for my absurd anger/depression (angerpression?)?

DING-DING-DING

If you said a girl, well come on down, you're fucking right!!!

It's my fault though, I always seem to sabotage my own relationships from the start.
I'm not dating her- I told her I couldn't (another story altogether), but... then she starts talking to another guy- something which I told her to do, I told her to find someone else- but then when she does... I can't deal with it.
Luckily there's been a few cool people around me to knock me out of that funk (Sam, Fred, Cammy) but they don't really know.

I don't know.
I guess subconsciously I DID want to be with her.
Eh, fuck it now.

Let's drink to better days.


- Josh

Dirty Blues.

Good afternoon Silencenauts (that term, AGAIN!),

Hope everyone has been doing swell.
Summer steadily approaches and it's nice to open my window (even though it's only 45 or so).

I finally finished "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" earlier today, I still have the five other novels in the series to read though.

You have to love classic British wit, it's unrivaled, even the greatest American comedic writers will NEVER write as well as the Python troupe.

In fact, here is the British comedian Eddie Izzard doing his take on American movies vs. British (Euro) movies.



I think 2008 and 2009 are potentially good years for movies.

Let's hope to live that long for it, cheers!

- Josh.

Black Caddy.

Good afternoon everyone.

Right now it's 3:15 PM.

I had an odd dream last night- not bad, just... different.

I don't especially want to go into it, but- it kind of made me think a lot, about stuff in my life.
As far as what happened with Christina yesterday- I'm over it.

I'm ugly, now we can all move on with out lives.
There isn't too much on my agenda today, big surprise there.

So- I got into a semi-argument yesterday with a friend of mine named Matt. I was talking to him and Cameron and I just said that "Salt The Wound" sucked ass. To which Matt sauntered over and said "Did I just hear Salt The Wound?!" like a trekkie who just met William Shatner and was told that he'd be making a cameo in the remake. So I once again said that they suck and well fuck this is the conversation:

Matt: Did I just hear Salt The Wound?!
Me: Yeah, I said they suck.
Cameron: They're awesome!
Matt: Yeah, they're good!
Me: Only if you like to hear "BLEH LAH LUH BLAH THUH BLAH BLAH BLEEEEEEEEH BREEEEEEEEEEE!"
Matt: Sorry it's not awesome as your Beck.
Me: At least Beck can make more than one song without sounding the same.
Matt: But that's cool!
Me: If you have a mental disorder maybe.
Cameron: What about Cholera?!
Me: They suck too.

Jesus Christ, I mean- fuck, how can people listen to that brain-deaf retard habit shit?

I know I've talked about it before, but it's music without meaning. Music without purpose.
The way I see it is that these "grinds" if you will, took everything shitty about every genre and decided it would be fun to put them together.

They decided to use shitty vocals and asshole drunk singers from Punk Rock.
They use shitty synth players from 80's glam rock (which glam is terrible as well).
They took the girl pants from emo.
They took the bad breakdowns from REAL metal.

It's essentially like everything shitty from every genre just cluster fucked into one group.

In this wake; I will be conducting an experiment.

There are two grindcore vids below. Two different bands, BUT THEY SOUND THE FUCKING SAME.

1. Furtive Monologue by Despised Icon


2. Traitors Never Play Hangman by Bring Me The Horizon




Maybe it's just me- but that shit sounds the fucking same.
I like innovation, and improvisation.

Now, it's time for the second part of the experiment.
For this- I'm going to use one band and show how different two songs can really be.
If two different bands sound the same, then shouldn't one band always sound the same?

1. Nihilism by Rancid.



2. Time Bomb by Rancid.



One could note the voice and some repetitive chords- but it's going from a very punk driven song to a very ska and reggae oriented song.

Why can't people who dig their "Salt The Wound" realize that it's just repetitive music, and that there is enough of the bullshit out there without their help.