Tuesday, November 30, 2004

So that was Thanksgiving. Good food. I think the pumpkin pie was a little much, but yeah. That's the point of Thanksgiving, is to eat a lot, right? To give thanks? What? Yeah... no. So we had the usual couple over for Thanksgiving and it turns out they agree with me on the movies I like. So my mom and Ed have bad taste, not me. I knew it all along.

My Jade Tree order came over the break. I now own the two CDs Denali put out, and I can tell you that if you like ambient, female fronted rock, you should totally get those. This girl's voice is out of this world, it's the band's best instrument. The lyrics are pretty weak, but if you're just listening to Maura Davis sing, sexy stuff. And she's easy on the eyes. But Denali broke up, so I'll never get to see them in concert, which sucks. I bet they were really good live. But Maura's in another band just starting so maybe they'll tour and I can go check out her pipes live. I also got Kid Dynamite's b-sides album which is good stuff. 30 songs in 48 minutes, that's how you know it's a punk band. And I got Me First and the Gimme Gimmes' "Jackson" 7", which I can't listen to because I don't have a record player anymore, but I'll find one and rock out. I got it because I love that band, because it was like 3 bucks, and because it has an unreleased track on it. And because it's limited pressing. Hells yes. Now I'm waiting on my Fat order so I can watch the Against Me! DVD, and my No Idea order so I can rock the fuck out for months. Drag the River also came out with a new EP which came right before break, and it took a while for it to grow on me but I like it now. Jon's songs are awesome, Chad's are... less awesome. Anyway.

Leslie spent the break in Ohio visiting her dad. She hadn't seen him in 4 years and they hadn't been in good standing with one another since he left her mom, but it sounds like they worked things out and they both had a good cry before she left. That's good, I like it when kids get along with their dads, because I get along with mine and I think dads are good people. Especially since one day I might be a dad, and I want my kids to like me.

So Leslie and I spent a couple days together after she got back and it was good time. Relationship problems are officially over. Huzzah.

I watched a bunch of movies over the break. I saw About Schmidt (okay), Something's Gotta Give (pretty good), Darkness Falls (stupid), 21 Grams (pretty good, but also kind of slow), Dawn of the Dead (stupid), Saving Grace (okay), and the third Harry Potter (confusing, either the best or the worst in the series, I can't decide). I totally just copied that from an IM with Brian. I'm lazy. Then I watched Mulholland Drive again, which I really didn't like this time, except for the lesbian scenes which were... uh... artistically done and totally integral to the plot. Right. And the third Lord of the Rings, which is amazing even on the third watch. I need to get all three extended editions.

So Christmas is apparently coming because you can't go anywhere without hearing that godawful music. Leslie and I went out to eat Mexican yesterday and they were playing Christmas music. A month of this shit will drive me insane. My family hates Christmas music. There's some stuff I don't mind, but all this cheer really pisses me off.

Speaking of Christmas, I don't know what I want. The usual TV show DVDs, yeah, and a couple games, but what else? And what the hell do I get Leslie? I need to write my ideas down because I keep coming up with them and forgetting. She says I don't need to buy her anything, but she also says she's buying me stuff. So like Cam and I have discussed, I do need to buy her stuff. That's how it works. So nobody else get me anything, except my family.

My bed has a new comforter, so if anyone wants to come sleep with me (that means you, Eric), you're more than welcome.

And finally, ", said the shotgun to the head" by Saul Williams, is an amazing poem. I'd like one of his CDs because I bet they're good. I don't want to look like an artsy fag because I like this poem about goddess religions, but it's just plain awesome, if you sit down and really read it closely. I need to do that with "She" because I'm starting to see what Leslie sees in this guy. You should all go read "shotgun." Okay.

Saturday, November 20, 2004

"I have always derived great comfort from William Shakespeare. After a depressing visit to the mirror or an unkind word from a girlfriend or an incredulous stare in the street, I say to myself: 'Well. Shakespeare looked like shit.' It works wonders."

That quote is from Martin Amis' book "Money." If you like dry, dark humor, that book's for you. If you do not enjoy dry, dark humor, but instead like boring things about boring people (say, professors doing research to piece together the lives of 19th century poets), then A.S. Byatt's "Possession" is right down your alley. 555 pages of dull, boring, pointless pain, that's what it is. Out of the 555 pages, there's one line (15 words) that I find worthwhile. And that line is this: "We are defined by the lines we choose to cross or to be confined by." Good stuff. Too bad the rest of the book isn't as good.

I feel like I'm doing the recommended book thing at the end of an episode of Reading Rainbow. I remember watching that show in second grade. Man, those were the days. Back when all the work I had to do was write out some definitions for vocabulary words, do a few subtraction problems, and maybe practice my cursive. In second grade I also remember laughing very hard at a kid who had to give the plural of "foot" and proudly proclaimed "foots!"

I want to write prose again. I think taking a semester of creative writing poetry makes me realize I can't really write poetry all that well. I mean, I can do it okay, but not consistently great. It's hard. So I think short stories is the route for me. Or dialogue. Dialogue is also really hard to write, but when it's done well it is one of the most impressive things I can think of... Yeah, no one cares about the varying difficulties of different forms of writing, but whatever. This is what I think about.

Speaking of poetry, I guess I'll share the best poem I've written in that class all semester. I've got a couple assignments left, but I doubt I'll be able to top this. Comments/criticism are welcome, as I'd like to make it as polished as I can before I turn it in at the end of the semester. Ok, here goes:

Disclaimer

"Poetry is oral; it is not words, but words performed the real poem is not the scratches on the paper, but the sounds those scratches stand for." - Judson Jerome

I don't do sound.
So if you think you've found
a deep-sea treasure trove of trinkets made sweeter
by lyrical yearning or genius in meter,
scratch that mindset with some matches,
trace the ink until it catches
and, burning, sinks the following pages.
Also: I don't make up words,
(no matter what you've heard)
or have the five stages of dying entwound in lines 22-24.
So hydratize that puerile idea
until it drowns. It's senile.
And you won't find me using
ostentatious or erudite language.
The bind of my thesaurus isn't losing
its trite, unbroken, and languid spine.
Not every word is planned out,
picked to fit the perfect (or imperfect) rhyme,
because I won't sacrifice message for sound.
I've never done it before, and I won't this time
(like the unyielding yells of trains in this town).
And I'd be in denial if I filed these statements under "anger."
Because I love bargaining depression for a feeling from strangers
that borderlines acceptance.
It's worth sorting through the whine and grime of
allusions to the ocean,
a simile entangled with personification,
or clumsy syntax mixed with the max of self-deprecation.
So consider this your final warning:
I'm no good at anything but free verse.
I won't sacrifice message for sound -- you'll see.
Just watch me.

Ta da. So I'm proud of that one. I also spent a lot of time on it, getting all the sounds to work, so it was nice when the whole thing finally came together like that. I'm sure there's something behind that formula (working hard on something = a good product), but I choose to not acknowledge it.

You know what I love? Listening to an old CD you haven't listened to in a long time and discovering that it's just as good as you remembered it. That's such a nice feeling. And also reminded me that I haven't done a Top 10 list of CDs in a while, so why don't I take a stab at that again. So, as of 11/20/04, here is my list of...

Top 10 Punk/Indie CDs
1. Bad Astronaut - Houston, We Have A Drinking Problem
2. The Weakerthans - Left and Leaving
3. Lagwagon - Let's Talk About Feelings
4. Rise Against - Revolutions Per Minute
5. Elliott Smith - XO
6. Osker - Idle Will Kill
7. The Lawrence Arms - Apathy and Exhaustion
8. Junction 18 - This Vicious Cycle
9. Alkaline Trio - Maybe I'll Catch Fire
10. Millencolin - Pennybridge Pioneers

The top 5 are solid, the bottom 5 you can shuffle around however you like. But the bottom line is: if you don't have those 10 records, you should.

Peanut butter crackers are my new snack of choice. Not the cheese crackers with peanut, just normal crackers with peanut butter. Yeah, it's probably got partially hydrogenated whatever in it, but, honestly, what doesn't these days? Besides, it's not like that's going to be the one thing that kills me. Sure, if I continue to eat huge doses of partially hydrogenated junk, then that's no good, but for now, I think I'll be okay. I'm much more concerned with the sexism, racism, and homophobia that seems to preoccupy the moral elite in the south and midwest. Since they're the experts on the subject, right? That reminds me: Go here and laugh.


Monday, November 15, 2004

Brian wrote something in here today too, so in order to not have him shut out, go down and read his entry.

Bjork's Medulla CD is weird stuff, but I'm in the mood for it right now. Things are weird.

There was an awesome concert last night that you should have gone to, but you were too busy with other things, like being a loser. If anyone knows how to find anything about this guitar rock band that played called Red Cloud, let me know, because I'd like to hear some recorded stuff by them, if possible. Drag the River was good as always, and Lucero played a hell of a show. They decided to just keep playing what people wanted, then the band left and the singer played three solo songs that were all really awesome. Thursday is the Dwarves. I think I'm going to go to that. Saturday is Strung Out in Denver, if anyone wants to go to that.

Raymond Carver. Everyone should write that name down and go to a bookstore and buy a collection of his short stories. I'm reading "Will you please by quiet, please?" for class and the stories in there are fantastic. They're all just a little off, the endings don't wrap anything up, but at the same time you're like "wow, that was an enjoyable story."

Just so everyone can stop worrying, Leslie and I had a rough week, but things are on the mend. We were just getting upset about stupid stuff (I was, anyway, she had reason to be upset with me), nothing that's relationship ending, and we've made our way through the sludge and are doing better. She's leaving for Cincinatti (I don't think I spelled that right) on Saturday to see her dad for the first time in about four years, so I say we all wish her a good trip. She's scared and excited to see him again, since she loves him but they don't get along very well. So I for one hope she has a good week.

This semester has flown by. I think I'm pulling about straight B's. This is because I haven't paid attention this semester, really. My bad. I don't care, either, though. I've talked to a few people about it, and I'm just done with this. Essay writing can only take you so far until it bores the shit out of you and you just want to be done and never write anything again.

Icelandic is an interesting sounding language. Bjork's serenading me in it right now. I remember reading the book for lyrics to this song and seeing it written and thinking boy, I like languages. How do you learn to be like an Icelandic/English translator? Who speaks Icelandic, other than people from Iceland?

Waxwing. I bought that CD, "Nobody Can Take What Everybody Owns" a long time ago, then I listened to it a week ago playing Grandia and damn if it isn't a really good album. There's a couple songs on there that just blow me away. Rocky Votolato (singer) used to come play solo shows here all the time it seems like, then I found out about him, and now he's staying away. Damn you, Rocky.

I don't know, it really seems like I had something to say earlier, but I forgot. I had a turkey sandwich, a ham and cheese Michelena's Hot Sub, some cheetos, and a bagel for dinner. Lots of carbs. I want to turn into bread, so I'm eating as many carbs as I can.

I'm tired of reading.

I got interviewed by a high school girl for her school's newspaper regarding stereotypes because she read an article on the site. So I think we're about to become celebrities. You'll be able to say us way back when. Autographs are temporarily on sale for only five bucks.

I just had a great idea. Dillinger Escape Plan. Goodbye.
So I was gonna write some lengthy angry political tirade shortly after the election, but then Adam beat me to it. And then I got caught up in reading. And then I got caught up in research for papers. And then I stopped caring. So, in case you were wondering what my thoughts are about the election (as if you couldn't guess): it sucks. People are dumb fucks. We're screwed. I don't even want to think of what that man will do with this country in four more years. We've taken 28 giant steps backward instead of 2 small ones forward. We're doomed.

But this entry isn't meant to be depressing, so let's get off that topic and move on to... uh... I've got nothing. As always, I have no idea what to talk about.

Last week I read Edward Albee's "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf." If you haven't read it, you should. It's good. You'll be thinking, "what the hell is going on?" for the first hundred pages or so, but it all starts coming together at the end and is very awesome. On a side note: if you haven't heard anything by the band Murder By Death, head on over here and download the track "I'm Afraid of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf." Actually kind of goes along with the play, but it's an amazing song just on its own.

Speaking of my theater survey course, the next play I have to read is called "Buried Child" by Sam Shepard. And the cover of the book is Sam Shepard (I presume) giving this sort of scowl, sort of "what, you want a piece of me or something?" look, and it's really intimidating. Or creepy. Something like that. Regardless, it's not quite the same as looking at Marlon Brando's bare chest on the cover of "A Streetcar Named Desire."

So I can't believe it's November 15th already. This semester has gone by so incredibly fast... I feel like it's been a month, maybe a month and a half, but not three. What's even crazier, though, is going to your local grocery store and being attacked unexpectedly by Christmas carols on the radio. This is not cool. I'm not ready for this yet. It's not even Thanksgiving yet, Mr. DJ! Why don't you hold off on those same 10 songs we've heard a thousand times before for a couple more weeks? Could you do that for me, just this once? I'd appreciate it. I mean, honestly, the least they could do is wait until it's December, at least. Whatever.

Speaking of grocery shopping, there's really nothing more humbling than being insulted by the cashier at a Harrisonburg Kroger. Jesse's buying one yogurt to make a smoothie, and the cashier, while she's ringing up the yogurt, says, "Only one yogurt? You're weird." Then, to cover this, she asks if we're freshmen. One explanation of how we're juniors later, she retorts with, "You don't look that old." I went to Kroger to get food, not to be reminded how young I look. So thanks, cashier at Kroger. Keep up the great work. That's Harrisonbrug for ya.

I've had this discussion with a few people already, so I figured I'd throw it out here for the rest of you (2 additional people) to discuss as well: There's a bunch of 90's alternative that I probably shouldn't still like, but I do. For instance, the Goo Goo Dolls. I don't know what it is about them, but I still really like their songs. Especially their radio songs. They had some good hits. Better Than Ezra is another great 90s alternative band. Bush. Live. Fuel. Green Day. (some) Third Eye Blind (pre-Blue album). Counting Crows. Semisonic. Weezer. Alanis Morisette. Our Lady Peace. Blink 182. Foo Fighters. Sublime. Eve 6. Splender. Gin Blossoms. Smashing Pumpkins. Ben Folds Five. Radiohead. The Offspring. Everclear. Stroke 9. All of those bands had radio songs from the 90's that I liked and still do. So good job to them, I guess.

Adam's turning 21 soon. That means I'm turning 21 not so soon, but not too much longer either. 5 months to the day, actually. Crazy. I'm getting that feeling you always get when you're about to become a year older. We're getting old. Not really.

All right, that's enough rambling for now. Go listen to some great 90's alternative, reminisce, and be happy.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Hey, Karo reads this now and I don't know about you, but I think that's pretty sweet.

One more trip back to the political: I was in poetry class talking to these two girls who voted republican in the election, and it turns out they had no idea that 11 states banned gay marriage/civil unions on election night. So maybe we're not as informed a population as I thought we were. Bush has successfully convinced people that the war is the only issue we should be concerned about. The whole loss of freedom in this country should be overlooked because we're at war. And hey, it worked. Yay Bush!

Okay, seriously, are you getting as tired of me as I am, talking about politics all the time? Me too. I just confused myself.

I totally forgot that the new Ted Leo + The Pharmacists album came out. Basically because punknews didn't review it. Then I saw a review today and I was like hells yeah, I should go get that. So I went down the Finest and it wasn't in the new release rack, so I was like you know what, the Finest blows. Because I get like that whenever they don't have what I want. Then I looked in the real part in the T's, then the L's, and there it was for 6 bucks. So that was cool. What wasn't cool was that they didn't have the new Against Me! DVD, so I had to mailorder that. So since I was mailordering one thing I decided to spend about 150 bucks on music through the mail. Whatever. I can make that back in a week and a half of work. This is what happens when life gets boring: I have to buy music. Or games, but Metroid Prime 2 isn't out yet, and Resident Evil 4 won't be out until next year. So music it is.

I also think that relationship problems had something to do with me dropping all the money on music. Not that I want to bore everyone ("everyone" seems like a haughty word for the three people who read this) with my personal life, but... I do. But my CD ended, so I have to go put Lucero in. Hold up. Alright. I tell you what, your life starts getting you down, you put some Lucero on, and everything gets better. Also, if you ever have to drive anywhere, take any Lucero CD with you and you won't even notice the trip. They're here on Sunday at the Aggie, I just realized, so we should totally go to that (Cam, Charlie, Eric). Lucero and Drag the River. Ridiculous. RIDICULOUS! We have to go, that's all there is to it. Then next Saturday is Strung Out. Man, all of a sudden things seem okay. And holy shit, look at this, next... Thursday is the Dwarves, up here in Fort Collins. Sweet. And look, December 11 Matson Jones is playing. Nice.
I heard the owner of the Starlight overdosed. That place was awesome but they don't really do anything there anymore. That's sad. Their website isn't even up anymore, really.

I do all my homework for the week in advance now, and it's okay because it's a lot less stressful, but it's also boring. I have almost beaten Grandia 2 at this point, and I've really enjoyed it. For being years old, it's a pretty good looking game. The story is okay. But the battle system rocks the house, man. It's like the first RPG I've played that I actually look forward to battles.

Leslie let me borrow some Saul Williams books because I have to do a presentation on a poet. He's pretty cool. I hear Brian saw him perform in New York. Leslie now wants to kill Brian. She'll do it, too. Some of his poetry doesn't do it for me, but some of it is really cool. And the title of his third book is ", said the shotgun to the head" and that's a sweet ass title.

I'm stoked about all this live music coming. I'm sure I'll be going to a few/all of those shows by myself, but whatever. I would appreciate company, so let me remind everyone: Drag the River/Lucero at the Aggie on Sunday at 9, 8 bucks. The Dwarves at the Aggie next Thursday, 10 bucks. Strung Out on the 20th (my brother's birthday, maybe I'll take him) in Denver. And Matson Jones is in December, so I'll keep you posted on that. And with that, I think I'm going to go engage in some illegal activity at Eric and John's. Because that's what I do.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

"Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security." -The American Declaration of Independence

Allow me to, now that I've cooled off some, explain in clear, concise language why I have such a problem with the fact that Bush got reelected. I don't like Bush. He has lied to the American people straightfaced, he has tried to cover up his mistakes by fighting against a 9/11 commission that would show the Iraq war as unjustified. But the fact that I don't like Bush is not why I'm upset. I'm upset at the American people, the 51% of our country, who voted the man back in. Because essentially what they said on November 2, 2004, is that "we as a country not only accept the fact that you've done these things, but we endorse them, we encourage them, and we want them to continue for four more years." What's worse than one person doing bad things? A country full of people patting that person on the back.

In the next four years we will lose our freedom in this country. Right now it's gay people and women. Gays in 11 states lost the right to marry, and in many of those states lost the right to even have civil unions. With Bush at the helm for four more years, this trend will continue, and by the end of his term he will have forced his religious beliefs on all of us, and gay marriage will be outlawed. Women will lose the right to govern their own bodies. While it's unlikely that Roe v Wade will be overturned completely, it's extremely likely that abortion will be more and more restricted. What this will cause is a decline in the abortion rate, yes, but also an increase in the suicide/death rate from back alley, coathanger abortions. In a country that I thought was founded on freedom, I see this as an affront to the Constitution. We are becoming the country that we ran from when we split from England.

Science which could cure many up to now incurable diseases will be halted because of some sick religious opposition to it. Science and religion are opposite ends of the spectrum of human existence. Despite what some people have tried to prove, there is no correlation between the two. So we must choose: do we move forward as a country, as a species, and accept science, or do we stay where we are, afraid of change, afraid that some invisible man in the sky will condemn us to some invisible place under the earth where it's very hot for eternity? The time for organized religion has come and gone. There may well be a God. There is no place on this earth for the hatred, xenophobia, homophobia, racism, and ass-backwards thought that comes with religion. It was a noble idea. But so was communism. So were so many other ideas that humans thought up, then proceeded to fuck up. But here in America, the greatest country in the world, the last superpower, we're drifting dangerously close to a theocracy. The church must stay completely away from the state. Or what's next? The Christian majority is taking rights away from women and gays. Who's the next group? Who's to say that we won't all be forced to become Christians or die, if the country keeps driftin the way it's going.

Saying that gays are not allowed to marry says that gays aren't capable of love. It relegates them to the realm of animals. There is no difference between this and having separate water fountains for whites and blacks. We are regressing as a nation, and this truly disturbs me. The fact that we sit back and allow this to happen disturbs me. I'm ashamed to be an American. I love this country and what it stands for, but under the current administation, I'm ashamed. I never thought I'd see the day when our freedom, what this country was founded on, would be stripped from us. And I'm neither gay nor a woman. I just think that all people are people, all humans are humans, and we're all equal. Not socially or economically or politically, but underneath all that, I don't believe that one person on this earth is better than any other person. I just think that everyone should be treated the same. Calling on religion to separate people is wrong. I've been saying it for years. God is weeping because of what is being carried out in his name.

I don't want to imagine what will happen to America in the next four years. I see it as only a slight stretch of the imagination to say that this country might not even survive. As the disparity between rich and poor gets bigger and bigger, as it will under a completely Republican government, people will become more and more restless. It's happened time and time again throughout history. As we lose our rights, we'll get more and more restless. The parallels between this time in our history and the beginning of the fall of Rome are scary. We've given our government license to do whatever they want. We've okayed corporate scandal. We've shown that we are a hateful, scared society of people who look to religion for how to think instead of looking at the world around them, within themselves. The anti-American sentiment around the world will grow stronger and stronger as we fight a war we cannot win. Between attacks on our country and growing civil unrest, this country is headed towards disaster. We only have 50% of our people vote each year, proving that we're lazy pieces of shit. We don't deserve what we have. Maybe that's why the revolution won't come: we're too apathetic to do anything about the injustices about to be carried out against our own people. We won't care until it affects us, and then it will be too late.

Stand up for our rights. Do not let this government strip us of our freedom. It's not time to build a united America. It's time to fight for our country back, now more than ever.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

You know, I didn't realize how hard this would hit me. But George Bush is our president again and I've lost faith in humanity. I don't even want to go on living in this world, seriously. I'm not suicidal, but how can I participate in such a fucked up world, where gay marriage is an issue, where we don't give a shit what the rest of the world thinks of us, where we'll reelect a terrible president because he has "convictions?" Bush won the popular vote. That's fucked up. Having done not a single good thing since he's been in office, he got more popular. I don't get it. All day I haven't been able to concentrate, not so much because of the idea that Bush will be in office four more years, but because our citizens are so stupid or gullible or arrogant that we reelected him. I'm upset at us. I can't believe that this so called greatest country in the world is so fucking dumb.

This has convinced me that there is no God, and religion is a crock of shit. And if I'm wrong, then send me straight to hell, because I couldn't stand to be eternally in heaven, a place full of religious zealots who vote for taking rights away from women and gays. I'd shoot the place up, or kill myself, or something. Heaven is not a place I want to be, nor is this country. Thank you, those of you who voted for Kerry. We tried.

I'm not saying all religious people are evil. I don't say that ever. To clarify the ideas in this short post I wrote this article: http://bkservo.tripod.com/election.html Read it if you're as pissed as I am.

Monday, November 01, 2004

I know it's a little late for this, being as it's election eve, but if you're not voting, kill yourself, because you don't count and no one loves you. I don't even care if you vote for Bush (but don't, seriously), just vote. I myself may be hanging out at Leslie's friend's house tomorrow night to be surrounded by other liberals. I might even be driven to drink if it looks like Bush is going to win.

I went to the doctor today for my throat. It's been sore for 4 days now. So she gives me medication for my nose and says it'll go away within 7-14 days of it showing up. So great, now I don't have that runny nose problem I never had, and I've only got, you know, 3-10 days left of this shit. Fantastic. This reminds me why I don't go to doctors. She did take a throat culture, so I guess I can call tomorrow and see what I have. But since I've already been dismissed from the doctor, I don't really see the point other than curiosity. And since that killed the cat, well, we all know... uh... next.

Music: Against Me! Seriously. I'm not even going to say more. Tsunami Bomb's album is rock solid, "The Definitive Act." Strung Out's new CD came today, it sounds solid as well. Elliott Smith's final album is amazing after a few listens. It's rougher than his past couple albums so it takes a couple listens to get used to it. And... what else... Me First and the Gimme Gimmes' new album is actually kind of a disappointment for me. Usually I get an album by them and I can't stop listening to it, but the new one's already under a lot of other stuff in my pile here. So yeah. That's music.

I got a haircut. Leslie says it looks good. I guess it does. I was getting hairy. One day at work my hair was all in my ears and I was like "Fuck this, I'm getting a haircut." So I did. And I didn't do anything for Halloween because I'm a cool dude.

What the hell else is going on? I have been keeping myself ahead of the game in homework recently so I've actually had free time, and I've got to say, it's a little overrated. Don't get me wrong, it's better than homework. But I can only spend so much time staring at a screen before I get headaches and bored. Maybe it has to do with the constant pain from my throat, though, that's been making me irritable. Oh, movies.

Movies: Team America was funny. Not hilariously funny, I never lost control of my bowels, but puppets are funny sometimes. I thought I'd get sick of them but they were funny. The puppet sex was good stuff, especially since neither doll had genitals. And then Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow was pretty awesome. The first 15 minutes or so with just Gwyneth Paltrow were pretty boring and I was like "Oh no, this is going to suck," but then the action starts and damn if it wasn't cool. Not at all believable, but I don't ask for believability from a movie like that. I recommend seeing that one. Up next on the Adam Wants to See list are Saw and Ray, because they're only three letters long. Alright, I thought I had something interesting to say but I don't. And I have to go to the bathroom. So if you'll excuse me...