The birds are singing but they're terribly out of tune. Somebody throw stuff at them so they fly away.

NP: London Calling - The Clash

Tonight's entry is short. I got a big day full o' performances tomorrow so I gots ta gets mah booty sleep.

So, I'll just be addressing something quickly. They both fall under the category of "Nathan and Ashley are dumb".

1. What would I do if I were in your shoes Ashley? That's not a good question. How the hell do I answer that. No good.

2. Nathan that isn't even asking for advice.

Whatever, that idea flopped. I had a brilliant idea for tonight's blog but it'll have to wait for tomorrow evening.

G'night Y'all!

You say it's not a big deal. It is. Actually, it's kinda a REALLY HUGE DEAL! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!

NP: Time Bomb - Rancid

The bathroom at school is so unmanly. So feminine. 9 out of every 10 times I walk in either one, there's at least 1 person at the mirror. Mirros in general are unmanly. Fixing your hair in a public washroom (especially at school) is VERY unmanly. And stupid.

The funny thing is, you can find all types of people doing it. Nerds, gangster kids, very foreign kids, asians (pfft...they all look the same anyways. Why even bother fixing stuff in the mirror? I joke! I don't actually mean that), etc. etc. etc.

It's frustrating because they just take up room in what's already a small washroom. You just want to wash your hands but NO. They have to take up room looking at themselves. Oh, great God, you still have some kinks to work out with this world.

Ok, so there's this other blog I read. I don't know if I've mentioned it before. It's Brendan Kelly's blog. He's the bassist and singer for The Lawrence Arms, The Falcon and The Broadways. He also sang in Slapstick. Anyways, he's 10 times the blogger you or I could ever hope to be.

So on his blog, he responds to advice-seeking comments (If I feed off 2 comments per entry, this guy feasts). Because he's marginally famous and talented, he gets a lot of readers and a lot of interesting requests for advice. For example, a couple weeks ago someone asked him what he should do to break up his crush's marriage. BK basically got to call the guy an asshole. Did I mention that the guy said his crush and her husband had a kid too?! This dude wanted to break up a family because he thought this girl had shown slight signs years ago that they might like each other. That sounds pretty great and still, I'm not doing the story justice. Reading that blog has become a religious activity for me now.

Point is, I want to answer crazy advice. If I open up that offer, I'll only get 2 advice-seeking questions. That's pretty sad.

However, it's better than no advice-seeking questions. So ask away kids.

G'night Y'all!

And then everything blew up. Like magic you see.

NP: Ghost Stories - The Lawrence Arms

Sigh...I don't know what I'm about to write about. Probably nothing. Life sucks. Yeah, that seems to be a blog theme now. Half my family isn't really talking to each other at this very moment. Delightful.

There are positives though, aside from some shitty people. My classes are enjoyable this semester. ENJOYABLE. Yeah. Right now I'd rather be in class than anything else at all (aside from sleep). Yeah, when I'm done this entry I'll go to sleep so I can wake up and go to school. And for pretty much the first time in my life, that sounds fucking A+.

Alright, just for kicks...here are bands that I want to play like (alphabetical order 'cause I'm looking through itunes and not because I'm some loser who alphabetizes stuff):

Alkaline Trio
The Broadways
The Copyrights
Dead To Me
Dillinger Four
The Falcon
The Flatliners
The Gaslight Anthem
Green Day (Old...but duh)
Hostage Life
The Lawrence Arms
The Loved Ones
Pinhead Gunpowder
A Wilhelm Scream

Mhm. I'm not sure what the point of that was.

At some point, it being 12:08, I'll start my english homework.

Thursday. Thursday is the big performance day. Oh man. I'm not sure what to think. I get told to be proud of it and that it's good. I think me and Thad are the same in that we both can be perfectionists and we're both worried it'll flop. There's not much we can do at this point though. And on the one hand I'm really excited to see it performed. On the other hand I'm really worried it won't go well. We'll see how it goes I 'spose.

I need to get back to doing some rants. I can't think of anything to rant about though. When I think about what pisses me off these days I come up with people's names rather than my usual (and uh, oh so classic) material like brail (sp?) being useless. I don't really know how to cure that problem though. Cut cut cut.

Welp. That was all over the place.

G'night Y'all!

They sky is blue today but what's stopping it from being an entirely new colour we've never seen before tomorrow?

NP: Señor And The Queen - The Gaslight Anthem

I'm sorta getting in the habit of writing here everyday. I think. Hopefully I didn't just jinx it. This is good. I'm not sure why it's good but I think it is.

I'm starting to hate living where I live. I hate the repetitive scenery. Usually I dislike major change but I don't feel comfortable here anymore. I hate, save for a few, the people here. I like that there's always stuff going in Toronto though. I think I like Toronto but I'm just tired of Etobicoke. Right here in Etobicoke. I should have been born in Chicago. Or Vancouver. I WAS born in Montreal but maybe I should have stayed there. Maybe I was meant to be born in Jersey where there's a ferris wheel and a beach. OR...maybe everything's going just the way it's supposed to but bleh.

I want that damn hat! $60 for a hat? Can you believe that Charlie? Agh! Oh how I loved that hat and I miss it. I also miss the $25 hat except aside from it being too small. Oh bleh. That experience pretty much highlighted "life sucks" for me. I want my hat damnit!

Check this out. Yeah, I can make you all watch videos too. Rainbows. Ha. Generally I don't like putting other stuff like that in my blog. This is an exception.

Oh and I, uh...."found" this: God's Twitter. Yup. Everyone's doing it, haven't ya heard?

G'night Y'all!

The sailor sailed only six seas, feeling slightlightly disappointed

NP: Owner Operator - No Trigger

Bah. Sigh. Bleh. What a depressing year. Shit sucks. It only gets worse I'spose.

I'm gonna call this girl "Bitch". And I hate "Bitch". Everyday she, "Bitch" that is, annoys me even more. That's all I have to say about "Bitch".

Alright, so next week we're performing the Sears play twice in one day for the first time. Agh! That's insane. It also means I barely have school for 5 days. Thursday we have a performance in the morning and one in the afternoon in last period. We have Friday and Monday off thanks to a P.A. day and Family Day. On Tuesday we have our big performance that gets judged so I'm out of class all day. Heh. Pretty nice.

It's really annoying when teachers think they're just so brilliant because they're going to "prepare us for university". Then they give us impossible work 'cause they think "oh, I'll make
them scared for university and I'll get them this great work ethic". Well, no! First of all, that misrepresents university methinks. Second, we're not gonna get to university 'cause of you dumbass. Whatever, that just annoys me. I think this semester will be better class-wise.

You know that last paragraph? That was a product of writers bloc. I have no idea what to talk about. I really don't. I could use some help. I think I wrote before about how it's a lot easier to write an entry when you're not unhappy. Gah. It's sooooo true what I said. Man, I'm smart.

I dunno. Maybe I'll just run away from home with a bag somehow tied to a stick (that's not easy to do folks). I'll bring an acoustic guitar/harmonica and I'll just "find myself". Or I'll become a pokecat trainer.

Bad entry. Don't think I don't know when it doesn't turn out well.

G'night Y'all!

Plan B: We run.

NP: I Am You - Off With Their Heads

Fuck shoe shopping! Agh! Hell! Agh! So god damn frustrating!

Those buttons at crosswalks. They do nothing. Nothing. You think about it. When you press one, nothing happens immediately. And if something does, it's a coincidence and would have happened that fast regardless of whether you pressed the button or not. If the buttons did work, it would throw off the entire grid. We all know that lights are timed to change at very specific points in the day. So how would it make any sense at all for them to work?

So don't press them, ok? And tell everyone you know. Don't give in. Boycott the buttons. Somewhere is the person who designed those buttons and he's laughing at all of you fools you still press the button. There probably isn't even a wire attached to the other side.

God. If you're listening that is...I want a place to jam. Like, sooooo badly. Like, soooooooooooo badly. You have no idea God. Sooooo badly. Thanks.

Alright, tonight's entry is short. I'll try to make it longer tomorrow.

G'night Y'all!

Now what do you do? exactly - Not, Not exactly like you don't do anything exactly. But more like, what exactly do you do?

NP: Drumroll (We're All Thirsty)

Phelps is a person

Ladies and gentleman. This is what's wrong with the world. That's it. Just that and a few other things. People are absolutely retarded. I mean, completely stupid.

1. If there wasn't enough proof to say a lil' weekend MJ isn't that bad before, well there is now. The man has, count it, 14 gold medals. That's more than anyone. Ever. This guy should be the posterchild for marijuana. He clearly can breathe and compete athletically. He clearly has ambition.

2. He apologizes. Like, dude... you won 14 medals and brought your country a lot of pride. You have nothing to apologize for. Just because some people, for some unexplainable reason, dislike a recreational drug that's less dangerous than alcohol you're going to apologize? No man. Taking a few hits isn't wrong. Apologizing for your image is selling out and THAT is wrong.

Ugh. Whatever. Like, honestly who cares if marijuana is legal right? I don't think most of us actually give a shit. People who are really into weed shouldn't either. You get it cheaper as long as it's illegal right? I guess I only care 'cause the government could tax it and use the money to take care of homeless people or something. Anyways, whatever.

Before we go on:

Drumroll - P.O.S.

He just came out with a new album. From what I've heard so far it's great. Woohoo!

I could talk about life seeming to be going well (let's see how long that lasts). I could talk about my new classes. I could talk about my favourite colour (not for very long but). I don't want to talk about me though. What I want to talk about is old people. Fuck them, eh?

You know what's really weird? When you walk down the sidewalk and you pass an old person. And the old person turns sideways, stops and waits for you to pass. I have no idea what this means. Sometimes they smile while they do it and other times they frown. WHAT?! WHAT IS THIS?!

Also, and I know this has been beaten to death but I'm going to repeat it just as a way of underlining how irritating this is, it really sucks when old ladies have to go through their coin purse for 5 min. at the counter. Like, my god lady...there are people behind you. And if you don't stop we're going to be as old as you are now by the time you finish and you'll be dead. And at that point we'll never get ahead of you in line. You're effectively killing everyone who gets in line behind you.

They also smell funny.

But we love em'.

G'night Y'all!