Did I Mention the Rash?
So, last night I watched the remaining fifteen episodes of season four of The West Wing. That's right, I spent an entire Friday night watching a TV show that is normally on for free and I spent $40 for the dvd's of it. Am I lame?
Answer: Yes!
So, things are slowly moving forward on a short film still tentatively called "Keystone Pride." A few more scenes still have yet to write themselves, but once they do, then I tell you, we'll be cooking with oil... or is it gas? I haven't been too sure of sayings lately. I keep messing them up. I'm sure that at some point I'll start getting them right. Every dog has his best laid plans.
Has anyone ever read the book "The Tiger and the Frenchman" by Claude Balls? It's remarkable.
My computer makes a really loud buzzing/screeching noice. It's awesome. Even with some loud abrasive punk rock blaring, I can still hear it. Not to mention that loud abrasive punk rock just isn't as good as it used to be. Oh wait, it doesn't exist anymore. It's now called screamo. Talk about a sorry excuse for a musical revolution. I think bubblegum pop made a bigger impact and didn't leave quite as horrible an aftertaste as Simple Plan does. Don't even get me started on a band with three words in their name.
My Chemical Romance
Saves the Day
Get Up Kids
The list could be a hell of a lot longer, but that would mean that I have to spend time thinking up horrible bands and frankly, I'm too young to have my first aneurysm. Can you believe I just spelled aneurysm correctly? On the first try! Without even looking it up first. I did look it up afterwards to make sure, and dammit if I didn't waste my time going to dictionary.com.
The most depressing song I've ever heard is I'm Crushed by the Vandals. It's on their last album, which was lackluster. Not bad, but definitely far from their best. Anyhow, the last song on the album is the happiest sounding song ever, but it just happens to have the most depressing lyrics ever. The juxtaposition of the happy xylophone with the words about wanting to die really makes you want to kill yourself just to somehow make Warren feel a little better.
Well, I'm going to go back to jerking off to really disgustingly disturbing pornography. Or maybe I'm actually doing something important. Yeah, that could happen.
God, I need a girlfriend. Or a hooker. I'm no longer caring. How's that for horrible writing?
Answer: Yes!
So, things are slowly moving forward on a short film still tentatively called "Keystone Pride." A few more scenes still have yet to write themselves, but once they do, then I tell you, we'll be cooking with oil... or is it gas? I haven't been too sure of sayings lately. I keep messing them up. I'm sure that at some point I'll start getting them right. Every dog has his best laid plans.
Has anyone ever read the book "The Tiger and the Frenchman" by Claude Balls? It's remarkable.
My computer makes a really loud buzzing/screeching noice. It's awesome. Even with some loud abrasive punk rock blaring, I can still hear it. Not to mention that loud abrasive punk rock just isn't as good as it used to be. Oh wait, it doesn't exist anymore. It's now called screamo. Talk about a sorry excuse for a musical revolution. I think bubblegum pop made a bigger impact and didn't leave quite as horrible an aftertaste as Simple Plan does. Don't even get me started on a band with three words in their name.
My Chemical Romance
Saves the Day
Get Up Kids
The list could be a hell of a lot longer, but that would mean that I have to spend time thinking up horrible bands and frankly, I'm too young to have my first aneurysm. Can you believe I just spelled aneurysm correctly? On the first try! Without even looking it up first. I did look it up afterwards to make sure, and dammit if I didn't waste my time going to dictionary.com.
The most depressing song I've ever heard is I'm Crushed by the Vandals. It's on their last album, which was lackluster. Not bad, but definitely far from their best. Anyhow, the last song on the album is the happiest sounding song ever, but it just happens to have the most depressing lyrics ever. The juxtaposition of the happy xylophone with the words about wanting to die really makes you want to kill yourself just to somehow make Warren feel a little better.
Well, I'm going to go back to jerking off to really disgustingly disturbing pornography. Or maybe I'm actually doing something important. Yeah, that could happen.
God, I need a girlfriend. Or a hooker. I'm no longer caring. How's that for horrible writing?
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