Those aren't flames! Those are neon lights.

NP: Time To Go - Saint Alvia Cartel

http://badsandwichchronicles.blogspot.com/

Read the entry there called barkbarkbarkbarkbark. That's by Brendan Kelly who is a brilliant man.

Oh man, I'm so fucking excited to get songs recorded. If it for some reason doesn't pan out, well I just might have to take my life. It's just gotta happen. If all works out, our myspace will have "Chapter 14" and "What's that Lassie? You're sick of this bullshit?" up. Sure, they're not very good songs. But still...

Yeah, I've been thinking about that. Like, I dunno. They're maybe not the worst songs but they're not exactly what I'm aiming for with how I want my stuff to sound. Especially the first one, Chapter 14. I guess that's ok. This is all still kinda new and I'm not used to actually being able to put together songs and have a place to jam, record and all that. Maybe I'll get better. No one liked Bethoven at first. I don't actually know that that's true but it sounds inspirational.

I really hope that the recording ends up sounding good too 'cause I want it to be like "wow, awesome! we can keep doing this until we have plenty o' songs to play". I know the drums will sound off since it's all electronic (sorry Nathan) but...

Ok, time to move on I suppose.

List of powerful shit:

1) Water - Holy crap right? Water is amazing. It looks pretty cool. I mean, when it splashes around, or pours or whatever. It's pretty cool. No I'm not on drugs. When you walk along the beach it looks pretty. You can swim in it. It keeps you alive. If you're not feeling good it helps you feel better. Hell, I'm something like 90% water right? That's so crazy, I still don't believe it. What about all my bones and fat? The 90% thing is probably a lie where all the scientists are in on it, but whatever...water is incredible. Oh, waterfalls are great too.

2) Sleep. Similar to water in many ways. It keeps you going and makes you feel better. It also lets you dream. And most dreams are awesome (didn't mean it dirty). Dreams let you go to an awesome new place that you'd never get to experience in real life. Last night I woke up every 10 min. it felt like after dreaming that I had been shot or was being shot at. One of them was very realistic where a guy broke into my home and shot me. I died in my dream and lay there dying until I woke up. So, that wasn't too much fun. THAT BEING SAID, when I look back on it now it was kinda a cool experience because assuming (since I'm also hoping) that I'm never actually shot, I'll never really experience that. So even nightmares are awesome.

3) Peanut Butter. Nuff' said.

4) Rainbows. Some dude can tell you the scientific reasons behind rainbows. But who gives a fuck right? Who actually wants to know. Just appreciate them. They are the most naturally gay thing in the world yet even the straightest, most conservative, christian, homophobe can appreciate a good ol' fashioned rainbow.

5) Mirrors - I think we take reflections for granted. It's pretty rad that you get to see yourself and stuff by standing infront of different things like a mirror or...water...SEE WATER IS SO FUCKING AWESOME!

That's all for tonight. I'll continue that list some day in the future. When some other stuff inspires me.


G'night Y'all!

The man in the moon looks confused tonight, as if he only just realized what was going on.

NP: Alpha Kappa Fall off a Balcony - The Menzingers

Foods that do not stack well:

Jello
Marshmellows
Pasta (in bag-like packages, boxes are fine)
Frozen Peas
Milk bags
Brown Sugar bags

That's all for now.

Man, Gaslight was amazing last night. Incredible. It was so great being up there at the front. So close that Brian Fallon had no choice but to make eye contact in every song (So dreamy...heh) So close that we could see the set list that they posted by the guitarists feet so I knew which songs were coming. I was able to relax knowing that Blue Jeans & White T-shirts was gonna get played. As the show went on it just got more and more amazing. Brian Fallon looked like he was having the night of his life and I think he was. I don't think he expected such a turnout in Toronto and I definitely don't think he expected the entire venue to be shouting the lyrics back at him. At the end, when they were only going to play 1 more song he asked "Are you guys tired yet? Ready to come home" and, in unison, there was a giant "NOOOOOOOO!". He looked completely surprised at how powerful the no was and went to talk to the drummer and then the rest of the band. He came back to the mic and said "We heard someone ask for Say I won't Recognize. We weren't going to play that song on this entire tour but we want to play it tonight". That was pretty awesome. I know they save that song for special occasions. Ah, so great. And then we shook his hand after the concert. I wanted to get a picture taken but we just barely made the last bus home. Actually, we didn't and I had to take a cab but...ANYWAYS. What a night. I'll never forget it.

And now it's back to bleh life. Work tomorrow. Blah. Gotta write an essay tomorrow 'cause I've procrastinated. Bleh. Should get reading for my reading project. Meh. Still need a lot of community hours. Bleh. Bleh.

G'night Y'all!

Moderate. Evaluate. Salivate.

NP: Visiting Day - Dead to Me

Bin' a while. Do I have lots to talk about then? Oh, we'll see I suppose.

It's March Break. Yay. That means lots o' nothing. Work now (Have I mentioned yet that I work?). Band practices (hopefully more). Watchin' some hockey pahaps. Oh, and did I mention FUCKING GASLIGHT ANTHEM?! FUCK YEAH! AAAAAAAAAAAH!

Right now I'm listening to Dead to Me (yeah I guess I sorta said that already). Anyways, check em' out. Look up their myspace or something. They're very good. I'm gettin' pretty excited about making music too. Hmmmm...I dunno, maybe we'll just end up with a bunch of shitty songs but I'm having a ton of fun with it. Working out a lot better than Ma'am I am the Supervisor. And after listening to "Stand" by REM I'm convinced we've written a better song. Tomorrow I'm gonna spend some time working on my other 3 songs I've been making.

The other day I was looking out the window. The bus was pulling away from the stop and about 30 meters up the street there was an old an with a cane. He stepped right onto the street infront of the bus. Suicidal? Maybe but he knew what he wanted. The bus switched lanes and then switched back to the lane beside the sidewalk after getting around the ol' guy and pulled to a stop. It then sat there for a good, and I shit you not, 2 minutes as the man slowly (and I mean SLOWLY. Slowly as fuck) makes his way to the bus door and gets on. I can only imagine the looks he got when he stepped on. the bus didn't even pull away for another minute. I guess they had to give him time to find a seat before zooming off so he didn't shatter his fragile bones with a hard fall. Anyways, we could all learn a lesson from him. If you want something, GO AFTER IT. Make things happen for yourself.

There was another old guy at work who tried this. He basically walked in and talked to everyone in sight, including me, about anything. When he walked past the oranges he called out to his wife, "Can we get an orange?" and held up a...orange. She said no and kept walking. He called out again, "Can we get an orange?". Again, rejected. This went on about 3 or 4 times. So then he just picked up a plastic bag to put the orange in anyways. His wife noticed what was going on and yelled out "No Dave! No orange!". He didn't listen. "No orange! No Dave! No stop! We're not buying an orange". After a while of clearly trying to ignore her he obviously figured he couldn't keep it up any longer and said "Huh? Oh. No orange? Ok". He was losing. And he knew it. So, here's where it got great. He (and I have to admit that I had to watch all of this out of the corner of my eye so I'm 90% sure this is what happened) turned to the lady beside him who had already bought an orange and bought it off her or something. He handed her a paper bill and said "and you don't owe me anything". He got what he wanted too.

So we can learn something from both these old dudes. If you want something, make it happen and don't worry about how it looks to others. And weigh the pros and cons. Is the risk of getting hit by a bus worth it to not have to walk all the way to the next bus stop when you walk at a grand speed of 0.2 km/h? Do you wand the orange so badly that you're willing to pay more than it's actually worth just to get your controlling wife off your back? If so, go for it. Old men have clearly experienced a lot in their long lives and they've judged that you have to make things happen yourself. So let's learn from their experiences, skip the years of fucking up, and go get what we want.

G'night Y'all!

Bah me some'n!

NP: The Disaster March - The Lawrence Arms

Today's entry comes from class because I'll be out all night workin'. Blah. Bagoozle.

Today there was an article in the Star saying that a woman was gonna try topotty train her kid atthe age of 3 months. That's smart. Why not? If it works, that'll change absolutely everything (not as much as when I found out that dude is actually a girl because I now question EVERYBODY'S gender but...). We'll start doing everything differently. We'll try to poop as soon as we eat to avoid that awkward re-positioning during the middle of the movie. The world is changing thanks to that lady. We'll try to finish our education within 5 years instead of 16 or whatever it is. The world is changing folks.

G'afternoon Y'all!

Lock the doors kids and roll up the windows.

Eeeeee! Tomorrow we find out about Sears. I don't think we'll make it but I want closure. So I'm looking forward to that.

I got my cable back up and running tonight which is good. I haven't been able to watch hockey. And today there was some thing on TV with some pretty hot girls and it was glitching. That's just not fair. But now it's all better. So I can watch some hockey again. Weehee!

Sunday through to Wednesday look like busy work days. Oh boy. Oh well, lots o' money.

Also, based on Brendan Kelly's blog and the fact that Neill Hennessy joined a new band, I'm a lil' worried about the Larry Arms breaking up. So that sucks a lot.

Ok, I'm realizing I shouldn't be on here. I should be writing, but for my writer's craft journal. So although I kinda just wrote about nothing for a few lines, which was supposed to build into something, that's it for tonight.

G'night Y'all!

Go on without you? Ok.

NP: Die While We're Young - A Wilhelm Scream

See that entry below this one? I typed N by accident and then hit "Publish Post" by accident too. So that's what that's about.

What a tired day. I liked band practice 'cause, well, I love making music. And I'm starting to think that one day we might be able to play some shitty show or something if we keep getting better. I think my song today failed. I mean, I dunno, I think it was a lot more complicated (still not complicated, just tougher to write together) than our last one and stuff so it didn't come out the way I wanted it to exactly. I mean, I like what's there so far and I guess I have too much of a vision of what it's supposed to be like in my head. Eh, I liked it so far I just don't think I sold other people on the idea of that turning out to be a good song. It's faster which is what we wanted but maybe slower songs are just way too easy to write. Whatever, I'll write the rest over the course of the week and try to finish it up for next time.

RUN MOTHA FUCKER RUN! (Sorry, that was the Wilhelm Scream line that just played. Such a great band...)

I was just saying I wish more people shared my love for the Lawrence Arms. They're so good and I can never figure out why people don't like them as much. But then I remember that after I first heard them it took me a long time to get into them. I had to really make myself listen to them but then it snowballed. Hmmmmm.

Ok, enough music talk.

Scooters were the dumbest invention ever. Really. You kids who bought ones went slower than everyone else, you looked retarded, you wore out one shoe and not the other, etc. etc. etc. Stupid invention.

My cat's in heat again. She tried to get Spike to fuck her, funnily enough, doggy style. He didn't go for it though. No, rather he tried to look like he knew what was going on and he tried to play it cool. But he had no idea what to do. He was so innocent. Such a virgin cat. Heh. I love him. then he did his thing where he stands over her sideways and tries to mount her that way. Basically, if you were look at them from a helicopter, it would like like an "X". That little slut's gonna be meowing all night long. Damnit.

G'night Y'all!

N

G'night Y'all!

It varies but usually the penguin arrives at the train station at about 3 p.m. each day except for Thursdays when he arrives at 4 p.m.

NP: Great American Sharpshooter - Less Than Jake

Woke at 6:30. Left at 7:30. Got home at 5:30 p.m. Long day. Tired. Need sleep. So much to do. Gots ta write in journal for writers craft a LOT. Gots ta try and write some poetry. Gots ta wake up in time to be ready for afternoon of jamming. Gots ta remember to change the clocks and lose an hour of sleep that I badly need. Hmmmm. When I write it out it doesn't sound like a lot but it feels like a lot.

Nothing terribly interesting happened today either.

I'm looking forward to makin' music tomorrow too. I want to do a cover of The Devil's Takin' Names.

- I've got these shakes and bad breath -

I wish I could write good lyrics. Bah. I'll work on it.

This blog has gotten so boring I think. I dunno. Maybe I've lost it. I just can't find interesting stuff to say anymore. I mean, "I killed my neighbour's dog yesterday" is interesting but it isn't true. Sigh.\

This is an obligatory post I guess. I've got nothin' to say. Suggest something.

G'night Y'all!

It's hard to remember that lemons aren't really that great

NP: Italian Lightning - Brian Fallon

It's about 10 to 1 (am of course). I should be homeworking. I am not. So this will be short.

I worked again tonight. Days seem longer now. Sigh. Whatever. Work stories? Well there's really not much to tell. This one dude was so angry that he couldn't find some O.J. without pulp. He sounded like a 7 year old, "I just want some without pulp!". I resisted the urge to inform him that pulp is good for you and found him some pulpless liquid. He went from the grumpiest man in the world to acting like I just saved his newborn baby from a fire. I am a hero folks.

Heh. I just opened an e-mail from ilike. It was telling me that P.O.S. posted a concert near me. I was thinking "I know this already. You're a late piece of shit service" when I realized it was informing me about a concert in San Franciso. Apparently I was not giving ilike enough credit and San Francisco has now been moved right next to Toronto, making it close to me now.

Aw! Backstrom just saved that shot but it was such an obviously offside play. Stupid ref.

G'night Y'all!

Louder? Ok.

NP: Mean Fist - Street Dogs

Let's get the questions out of the way first.

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Q: why is the sky blue?

A: Google it. Fuck

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Q: why are you such a pussy and a hypocrite?

A: Ok, real answer coming anyways. He asked you. It would be weird for me to answer a question that he asked you and you kept being pussy about. You know that's true and you know not answering made it seem worse. Plus, you know I would talk to him if I had to. You're the one who wouldn't stand up for Ashley when you directly saw people being an asshole. THAT is being a pussy. There. Ok. Sorry for the overly serious answer but that puts an end to the whole conversation.

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Q: why don't you touch me anymore?

A: Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend you're Vin Diesel

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Q: why didn't you comment on my blog?

A: I didn't? I read it. I'll comment after I write this. Sorry, I don't know what happened.

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Ok. We're gonna have to work on the question thing. It's gotta be like advice-asking but as if we don't actually know eachother. I want to give general answers. I'm trying to steal this idea so stop screwing it up. God. Yeah, we'll work on it.

Today I worked. And the first 2 hours felt like 30 min. The last 3 felt like 6 hours. But it was ok. The freezer hurt like a bitch. Facing ice cream is about as frustrating as keeping your cereal away from the goddamn bunny.

Then we went for coffee after our shift. Mmmmmmm. Starbucks coffee.

Oh, the other day at work I definitely saw Blind Mag without the blind part. Cool. There was also some 12 year old girl checkin' me out which was weird fer sure. And a guy who wanted gravy and made me help him look for it and then ultimately returned the gravy. And a buff lady looking for, guess, guess, guess, powerbars. Heh. And people with thick accents asking for foods that I don't know exist (because they foods are foreign). So I, being new and already not knowing where stuff is, don't know where to begin. I don't know where to start looking. I can't ask anyone else for help ("Excuse me manager but do you know where "makdshjn" is?"). So I just stand there and pause until the problem magically solves itself such as a manager walking by or them finding it themselves. It's awful 'cause I hate feeling like I'm not doing my job well.

What else have I seen at work?

Mr. Ellis. That's not really a what but a who. Anywho. Um, jello boxes fall over easily. Oh! I also found the beans with sex appeal. There's a cartoon busty chick on the cover of the beans letting her utters pop out of her plaid shirt so I'll buy the beans. Um, cookies call "big lady fingers". That was foreign.

Overall work is good. Tiring though.

G'night Y'all!

Jump in ja jeep!

NP: Intransit - The Lawrence Arms

Well, it's been a few days. A good few days though. The was winning battle of the bands (even if we didn't deserve to win), writing a song with for Shrooms for Alice, watching HNIC, getting a job and doing that job. Nice weekend.

But now it's back to business. More specifically, it's back to writing here where I have no idea what to write about. I also have no idea what to write about for writer's craft and I'm exhausted. Agh.

I meant to try and write songs tonight too. That didn't happen. Bah. There's not enough time in this upcoming week. I could really use a March Break right about now. Ok, I'm gonna make myself write some poetry before going to bed.

There was a comedian on tonight. He wasn't very funny. He did have a good idea though and at some point I'm gonna carry it out. I can't tell you guys what it is though.

It's fucking cold outside.

You know what? I've got nothing to talk about. Like, nothing nothing. And I'm sitting here trying to come up with something. There's nothing. Ask me a question or something and I'll answer it in my next entry.

G'night Y'all!