Thursday, April 27, 2006

Startling realization

I recently realized something that I once never would have imagined possible. Kind of like when I used to be fat, and after I lost weight, the first time I realized I was actually skinny was at work when my boss called me a skinny college student while trying to get me to eat something (don't ask--my boss is a weird, weird man, but in a completely different way than I am weird). Anyway, the conclusion I just recently came to is that I have almost completely lost touch with what the mainstream public enjoys in its music. I know the generals of what most college students like (god awful jam bands for the most part), but the general public, I have completely lost touch with what they find listenable. I came to this conclusion when I was in the photo office while working at the campus newspaper. I had one of my new favorite albums, courtesy of Paul Ryu's music blog, playing. This album can be found here if you're interested in downloading it from Paul. I highly encourage it.

Anyway, I was playing that album, and the other photo editor was sitting there. I had consciously picked it out because I knew the other photo editor was there, and I thought that it wasn't as weird as some of the stuff I listen to for something who isn't familiar with the type of music I listen to. But, she thought it was really weird, which must mean that I have no idea what the general public enjoys.

Now, this is both a good and a bad thing. It's good because in general, I hate the music that the general public enjoys. I mean, I'll be damned if I'm going to sit through and somehow enjoy Fall Out Boy, or whatever musical abortion is currently being force fed down the collective throat by some rich-as-fuck record label. It's also bad because I'm not that in touch with the indie scene either. The only bands I hear about that I like, I find through my roommates or friends or Paul. I am not connected with that scene to find my own music and hear about new bands as other people are hearing about them instead of two months after a friend heard about them. It's depressing. It's like I'm a man without a home.

Oh well, this is really overdramatic and pointless. I really just kind of felt like writing out my musical ramblings somewhere, and this blog could always use the proverbial syringe of adrenaline every few days when posts start slacking off. Thoughts and opinions?

Monday, April 10, 2006

My rant

Okay, I'm totally ranting right now. I met this girl named Jackie the other day. We went out on one date. Had a decent enough time. This was on a Thursday.

Come Friday I get 11 fracking text messages from here, basically all wanting to hang out with me again, either later that night or the following night. I'm so sorry I didn't reply quicker, but I was busy with my friends.

So the next day I post a blog explaining everything, and I used her REAL NAME in the blog, Heaven forbid. And she goes psycho on me. Starts sending me more text messages, and Myspace messages, and IMs not asking, but telling me to remove her name.

So I decide to be an asshole and post a comment using her full name in which I said, "Sure NP Jackie, I'll remove your name ASAP." And that seems to calm her down... until she reads the comment late Saturday night and sends yet another text message asking me to remove it. I replied saying I was sorry for using her last name, and I would remove it ASAP.

Sunday I was visiting my grandmother all day long, had my cell on silent and was no where near a computer. When I finally check my cell, I see multiple messages from her, and when I get back to my house there are about 5 IM's from her, one of which has her swearing up and down at me, telling me to f-ing do this and f-ing do that.

It's like what the hell Jackie. I told you I would remove it as soon as possible... except your reading comprehension skills seems to be ZERO. You are so psycho, I'm thinking about blocking you on AIM, Myspace, and from sending me text messages from Verizon.

Am I in the wrong here?

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Oh yeah!!!!

I feel so mother fucking great! (Sarcasm running amuck if you can't tell; I'll elaborate if you wish, otherwise, you'll just know I feel like a royal piece of shit.)