I Saw Two Shooting Stars Last Night...
I wished on them, but they were only satellites.
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care...
--Billy Bragg
Ok, so I'm a few days late on this. Sue me.
Friday night was the first football game. Union vs. Towns. Exciting. I was completely and totally enthralled by the whole game, brimming with excitement as we actually scored. Right. Anyway, yea. Football game. The football team did "real good," as the football players would say (I actually think they weren't that great...I mean c'mon...It's Towns County. They're a division below us. Or at least they were.). The band did alright too, I suppose. The fresh batch of "band retards" as I like to call them were annoying, but hey, they're the band retards...What else would I expect (PS -- I'm not referring to freshman when I say "band retards." I'm talking about any moron in band. There are several)? All in all, an adequate night. It's the beginning of the end of my band career. Oh noes!
Moving on, I felt pretty awful / exhausted after the game so I went home and passed out on my couch around 12:30, woke up around 4, and finally went back to sleep until about 10 or so. I like to sleep. After I officially got up I checked the mail and had 3 CDs waiting for me! Woooo. The best part is, I pretty much got them for free. Oh the perks of running a record label. The guy that sent them to me is actually really awesome though. He's a friend of mine from Chicago. I think I'm gonna release his next album. If I'm not dying from anything, we might do a split CD. It'll be epic. At least his side will. Mine's bound to suck, although I am slowly coming out of my 4-month long writer's block. I still hate all my songs though. Yargh.
Speaking of dying and song singing, my appointment to see Wendy Smith (a throat specialist) is on the 24th of this month. In case you somehow missed it, I've had a sore throat since, uhmmmm, May? I went to the doctor at the walk-in clinic to see if he could spot anything right off, but the guy I got is a retard and told me nothing. I really think I have calloused vocal cords and that sucks quite badly, as they either require nearly 3 months of rest or surgery. Yikes.
Again on the theme of dying, I post on a music forum and in the general crap section someone made a thread about Horcruxes (Harry Potter). Their question was where would you put yours? It's actually really hard to think of where you'd want part of your soul to be forever (until the Horcrux is destroyed at least!). And yes, Horcruxes involve some of the darkest magic. Whatever. If you're a big enough nerd to care change the question to "what memory would you think of in order to conjure a patronus?" Anyway, mine were Fall 2005, campfires at 7070 T Chapel Road, a random tree in the middle of the woods around my house, my grandfather's tractor, and Jon Crocker's beard (nothing would ever get to it there). I really couldn't think of anymore. It was a lot harder than I expected. How about you guys? Where would you put yours (just in case I need to go destroy them someday. )? < / nerd >
On a completely and totally unrelated note, school has been going alright so far. I don't feel like elaborating because I'm lazy, but there ya go. In case you were wondering for some reason. One thing that kinda sucks, though: I don't have any classes with people of mixed...uh...classes. I'm stuck with seniors all day (well, except in Trig, but that's beside the point). I hate my class. Well...Not really. I just like the other classes better. Maybe I'm just immature? I dunno. I just don't like being stuck with the same people all day.
OH! Talking about school reminded me. I registered for the SAT today, and it was pretty awesome because according to the College Board site, I was supposed to have to pay a $22(!) late fee (the normal sign up date was yesterday), but they hadn't updated their shopping cart feature to tack it on yet so I totally didn't have to pay it. Wooo internets! Now off I go to sign up for the ACT. Magical.
Oh, and another thing about school. I swear I'm gonna shut up about this soon. I can't park on campus for 5 days. It's kinda lame though. Lemme set the scene. It's Friday, and I haven't gotten a parking permit yet because all of my insurance and crap is in my normal car, which is being worked on / painted, right? Well, I finally get all that stuff on Sunday, and I go to get my parking permit on Monday, right? I get out to my car and there's a ticket there, so I'm thinking, "Alright, cool, warning...whatever...I've got the pass now so I'm ok." Well apparently I either a) didn't get a warning, b) the warning blew off, or c) someone took the warning off, because what I got said that it was my second offense. So yea. It pretty much sucks. I wouldn't care at all if I had actually gotten the first ticket. My guess is that it just blew off because that's what the one on there Monday was about to do until I grabbed it. Oh well. At least I'm not paying for gas for 5 days.
Again, wild tangent here, but this year has been quite nice as far as music goes. New Andrew Jackson Jihad, Jon Crocker, Paul Baribeau, foreverdown, Toby Foster, Sam King, redbear., Alcoholic Freshman, 1994, imadethismistake, Joshua Fletcher & the Six-Shot Romance and that's just off the top of my head. Coming soon there's tons more awesome (yes, "awesome: as a noun): Peasant, Farewell Flight, Defiance Ohio, The Accident That Led Me To the World, Hop Along Queen Ansleis, Lemuria, Jon Crocker (yes, again), Max Levine Ensemble, and tons more. I'm pumped. And soon to be broke once I buy it all! Ahhh! There's also been a bunch of disappointing albums come out this year (Starting Line, Cartel, Bright Eyes), but I digress.
Ok, so there's the long post I promised. Hopefully it made up for me completely and utterly lying to everyone who reads this (whoopdedo), if anyone even made it this far. Here's to hoping you (don't) fall off a cliff today. Cheers.
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care...
--Billy Bragg
Ok, so I'm a few days late on this. Sue me.
Friday night was the first football game. Union vs. Towns. Exciting. I was completely and totally enthralled by the whole game, brimming with excitement as we actually scored. Right. Anyway, yea. Football game. The football team did "real good," as the football players would say (I actually think they weren't that great...I mean c'mon...It's Towns County. They're a division below us. Or at least they were.). The band did alright too, I suppose. The fresh batch of "band retards" as I like to call them were annoying, but hey, they're the band retards...What else would I expect (PS -- I'm not referring to freshman when I say "band retards." I'm talking about any moron in band. There are several)? All in all, an adequate night. It's the beginning of the end of my band career. Oh noes!
Moving on, I felt pretty awful / exhausted after the game so I went home and passed out on my couch around 12:30, woke up around 4, and finally went back to sleep until about 10 or so. I like to sleep. After I officially got up I checked the mail and had 3 CDs waiting for me! Woooo. The best part is, I pretty much got them for free. Oh the perks of running a record label. The guy that sent them to me is actually really awesome though. He's a friend of mine from Chicago. I think I'm gonna release his next album. If I'm not dying from anything, we might do a split CD. It'll be epic. At least his side will. Mine's bound to suck, although I am slowly coming out of my 4-month long writer's block. I still hate all my songs though. Yargh.
Speaking of dying and song singing, my appointment to see Wendy Smith (a throat specialist) is on the 24th of this month. In case you somehow missed it, I've had a sore throat since, uhmmmm, May? I went to the doctor at the walk-in clinic to see if he could spot anything right off, but the guy I got is a retard and told me nothing. I really think I have calloused vocal cords and that sucks quite badly, as they either require nearly 3 months of rest or surgery. Yikes.
Again on the theme of dying, I post on a music forum and in the general crap section someone made a thread about Horcruxes (Harry Potter). Their question was where would you put yours? It's actually really hard to think of where you'd want part of your soul to be forever (until the Horcrux is destroyed at least!). And yes, Horcruxes involve some of the darkest magic. Whatever. If you're a big enough nerd to care change the question to "what memory would you think of in order to conjure a patronus?" Anyway, mine were Fall 2005, campfires at 7070 T Chapel Road, a random tree in the middle of the woods around my house, my grandfather's tractor, and Jon Crocker's beard (nothing would ever get to it there). I really couldn't think of anymore. It was a lot harder than I expected. How about you guys? Where would you put yours (just in case I need to go destroy them someday. )? < / nerd >
On a completely and totally unrelated note, school has been going alright so far. I don't feel like elaborating because I'm lazy, but there ya go. In case you were wondering for some reason. One thing that kinda sucks, though: I don't have any classes with people of mixed...uh...classes. I'm stuck with seniors all day (well, except in Trig, but that's beside the point). I hate my class. Well...Not really. I just like the other classes better. Maybe I'm just immature? I dunno. I just don't like being stuck with the same people all day.
OH! Talking about school reminded me. I registered for the SAT today, and it was pretty awesome because according to the College Board site, I was supposed to have to pay a $22(!) late fee (the normal sign up date was yesterday), but they hadn't updated their shopping cart feature to tack it on yet so I totally didn't have to pay it. Wooo internets! Now off I go to sign up for the ACT. Magical.
Oh, and another thing about school. I swear I'm gonna shut up about this soon. I can't park on campus for 5 days. It's kinda lame though. Lemme set the scene. It's Friday, and I haven't gotten a parking permit yet because all of my insurance and crap is in my normal car, which is being worked on / painted, right? Well, I finally get all that stuff on Sunday, and I go to get my parking permit on Monday, right? I get out to my car and there's a ticket there, so I'm thinking, "Alright, cool, warning...whatever...I've got the pass now so I'm ok." Well apparently I either a) didn't get a warning, b) the warning blew off, or c) someone took the warning off, because what I got said that it was my second offense. So yea. It pretty much sucks. I wouldn't care at all if I had actually gotten the first ticket. My guess is that it just blew off because that's what the one on there Monday was about to do until I grabbed it. Oh well. At least I'm not paying for gas for 5 days.
Again, wild tangent here, but this year has been quite nice as far as music goes. New Andrew Jackson Jihad, Jon Crocker, Paul Baribeau, foreverdown, Toby Foster, Sam King, redbear., Alcoholic Freshman, 1994, imadethismistake, Joshua Fletcher & the Six-Shot Romance and that's just off the top of my head. Coming soon there's tons more awesome (yes, "awesome: as a noun): Peasant, Farewell Flight, Defiance Ohio, The Accident That Led Me To the World, Hop Along Queen Ansleis, Lemuria, Jon Crocker (yes, again), Max Levine Ensemble, and tons more. I'm pumped. And soon to be broke once I buy it all! Ahhh! There's also been a bunch of disappointing albums come out this year (Starting Line, Cartel, Bright Eyes), but I digress.
Ok, so there's the long post I promised. Hopefully it made up for me completely and utterly lying to everyone who reads this (whoopdedo), if anyone even made it this far. Here's to hoping you (don't) fall off a cliff today. Cheers.
posted by Dakota Floyd at 2:43 AM
3 Comments:
what would my horcrux be? probably a book. and i wouldn't be stupid enough to just leave it with some lackey, either. i'd go and pick some random spot in the middle of nowehere, wrap it in a hundred yards of plastic wrap, and bury it at least ten feet below the ground...then again, besides madame bovary, there aren't really any books i hate enough to bury, so this is quite the dilema. lucky i'm not voldemort, huh?
I'd put my Horcrux inside an AP Language test answer booklet, then when the scorers open up the answer sheet for those awful multiple choice questions, I'd unleash the fury....
I'd make my horcrux out of totally random crap. if it's completely random then there wouldn't be any clues with which to find it, would there? i mean if voldemort randomly picked up a twig or something and turned it into a horcrux then harry wouldn't have been able to find it would he? Anyway, more specifically, I'd make a horcrux out of a plastic bottle and bury it in a land fill because they're supposed to last for hundreds of years, a diamond that i would wear all the time, and a black box that i would launch into space, if i decided to make more horcruxes then i would probably make more plastic bottles and black boxes. I'd probably even make one out of a book that i could continue to write for the rest of eternity.
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