1. I have a Sociology examination tomorrow. Loneys.
2. A new spanking email will be unveiled shortly.
3. I've been hitting up shoegaze/dream pop lately. After falling for Asobi Seksu, I thought it appropriate to venture back into the beginnings of these genres so that I may respect the foundations -- otherwise I'd be akin to a Muse fan who neglects Radiohead; thus, I'm allowing my ears to pick up the sonically-ambiguous soundscapes of My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive, Mazzy Star, The Jesus Mary Chain, Cocteau Twins and what have you. At first, I was uneasy listening to Mazzy Star because their song "Fade Into You" has played on virtually every "hit" Fox teen TV show. But after some careful research, I discovered that Mazzy Star repudiated their fame and were notoriously difficult in interviews, frequently responding with monosyllables or no response all; this gave me peace in my Mazzy Star listening endeavors.
4A. I will learn advanced photoshop skills and improve upon my lacklustre photos.
4B. I will learn rudimentary web making skills and design some below mediocre blog so I'm not confined and censored as I am here at Blogspot. Plus, everyone has blogspot or some other high profile blogging source and the unoriginality of it all is tragic.
5. I contritely watch Big Brother three times a week. No matter what you think I will continue to do so and cheer on my favourite reality stars. Is it ironic that I despise the three Christians on show? Or is it just natural because Christians are misrepresented socially and politically?
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Thursday, August 9, 2007
Monday, August 6, 2007
Nothingsevergonnastandinmyway(again)
Today some geezer handed me a counterfeit twenty and made off like an Arab.
Also, a man purchased condoms yet his wedding finger was bare. Nevertheless he was grinning madly. Maybe he was playing a prank. I was confounded (Nah, I am not so naive; obviously his intent was sinful reverie with some confused girl).
I was blasting Asobi Seksu as a mating call; no dame responded.
A daytripping negro swaggered into the station and asked for some rolling papers. It would be reasonable to hypothesize that this stoner is living in the controversial low income housing project in Uxbridge.
To conclude: I was mulling over The Economist -- a magazine situated in the middle of US Weekly and In Touch (a mere centimeter separates intellectionalism and idiocy) -- and in walks some ditz.
Ditz: "When do you guys close?"
Stud: "We're 24/7."
Ditz: "Everyday?"
I'm guessing this ditz character is reaching one centimetre in the wrong direction. Unless, of course, this apparent dumbness is due to extreme social consciousness; in which case a judgement call cannot be made.
Also, a man purchased condoms yet his wedding finger was bare. Nevertheless he was grinning madly. Maybe he was playing a prank. I was confounded (Nah, I am not so naive; obviously his intent was sinful reverie with some confused girl).
I was blasting Asobi Seksu as a mating call; no dame responded.
A daytripping negro swaggered into the station and asked for some rolling papers. It would be reasonable to hypothesize that this stoner is living in the controversial low income housing project in Uxbridge.
To conclude: I was mulling over The Economist -- a magazine situated in the middle of US Weekly and In Touch (a mere centimeter separates intellectionalism and idiocy) -- and in walks some ditz.
Ditz: "When do you guys close?"
Stud: "We're 24/7."
Ditz: "Everyday?"
I'm guessing this ditz character is reaching one centimetre in the wrong direction. Unless, of course, this apparent dumbness is due to extreme social consciousness; in which case a judgement call cannot be made.
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