On the inside, but I can still pretend
With my memories and photographs
I have learned to love the lie
I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong
And I need to get strung, and if memory serves
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
So, we actually didn't get thrown off of campus or anything which was kind of anticlimactic. Just kind of jumped over things and through things. Mike and Chris got up on top of some of the buildings, and at one point some guy did see them, but he was mostly confused as to how they got on top of the building in the first place. I guess there wasn't a lot of actual parkour going on, but there's not a lot of stuff to do parkour on (through?) anyways, and we're all kind of new at it too. Who knows, maybe our next parkour outing will be more spectacular.
Not much happened after all of that. We went and used the Twin Cities Hospital's microwave to heat up some hot pockets that got brought along, then we went to Wal Mart to avoid midday traffic. After that, we went to Mike's house to eat Jin-Jin's. I played some TF2 at Mike's on his 360, and I was surprised that it wasn't as nearly as awkward to play with a gamepad as I thought it would be. Although, thanks to me sucking with a gamepad, anything that involved careful aiming didn't really work out too well.
I should be getting a decent chuck of money from Bright Futures this semester, so after I buy my books, I may splurge on a new computer. I'll probably build the same one Chris did since it turned out so well.
Nothing planned for tomorrow. I guess I'll see how things work out, but I'm expecting a lot of sitting around doing nothing.
This is interesting news. I was wondering when they would cave in and start their shows back up, since they both were paying out of pocket for their staff. I think I'll try and make it a point to watch at least Late Night when it comes back on, if not just to see how they try to compensate for no writers.
Went and saw I Am Legend last night. It was really awesome, and I recommend that you go see it. The dialog is kind of cheesy at points, but I think that it was effective overall. If you've read the book, you don't have to worry about many spoilers since it's almost completely different. Same thing goes for if you've seen the movie and haven't read the book. I suggest doing both since they're both really good in their own respects.
I think Mike, Chris, Marie, Garrett, and I are all going to the college tomorrow to climb on the buildings and get in trouble. Should be interesting.
I got a new pair of shows Saturday. They are green, low top Chuck Taylor's, and I really like them. I actually wanted to get some new skate shoes, but all of he skate shoes at Journeys and Pac Sun looked really stupid, or were $90, so I got the Chucks out of impulse. I really wanted some high top green ones, but they didn't have any. The low tops are starting to grow on me more and more though. I've been trying to get out of the house as much as possible, so I can have a reason to put them on. I'm in the breaking them in phase now though (as expected with new shoes), and it kind of sucks, but I think in a week or so they'll be nice as rice.
Expect a post tomorrow about how we got thrown off campus by security or something similar to that.
-Jon
right out of my mouth. Who knew Justin Timberlake could be so relevant. And to think I was almost over all of this stupid shit.
You know I gave you the world
You had me in the palm of your hand
So, why your love went away?
I just can't seem to understand
Thought it was me and you, baby
Me and you until the end
But I guess I was wrong
Don't wanna think about it
Don't wanna talk about it
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it
Feeling abused about it
I just can't do without you
So, tell me is this fair?
4chan is only funny on 4chan, and even then it isn't usually funny. So cut it out because you look and sound like idiots.
-Jon
Party in the city where the heat is on
All night, on the beach till the break of dawn
Welcome to Miami
Bienvenidos a Miami
Bouncin in the club where the heat is on
All night, on the beach till the break of dawn
I'm goin to Miami
Welcome to Miami
For the second time, I went to one of my sister's cheerleading competitions. I guess I didn't learn my lesson the first time, or maybe the fact that last time I went to one, it wasn't really so bad. This time though, it was just terrible, and there were no redeeming factors for going. I guess I did keep my mom company, and I would have felt bad if she had to suffer in that hellish environment alone.
For those of you that have been fortunate enough to not attend a cheerleading competition, let me break it down for you. First, you arrive and have to drive around a crowded parking lot for 10 or more minutes trying to find a parking space. Then you go inside the building where the competition is being held and have to fight through huge crowds of people to get into another overcrowded room with uncomfortable bleachers as far as the eye can see. You then have to
fight through huge crowds again to get to a set of bleachers with people that your mother knows and with one and a half open sets (you sit in the one half seat because you love your mother). After that you are subjected to blaring cheerleader music (more on this later), lots of flashing/strobing lights, and a group of middle school boys and girls who will not stop making out right in front of you and your mother (and presumably their mothers) for any reason other than to cheer for someone they know (yes, cheering for cheerleaders, it is inane as it sounds). This then lasts from the hours of 11am to 5pm (I'm not shitting you). Sometimes you get up to go to the bathroom or to buy a Pepsi, but it's pretty much the same thing the whole time. Just when you think it's never going to end and you're about to pull the trigger, it is over just as quickly as it began. You're left standing confused at why the lights have all been turned on, who the fuck the guy in the santa suit is, and like ohmygosh are we going to make it to nationals!?
After sitting through 20 or so cheer squads' "routines", as they are called, I noticed that the music they use all have distinct similarities. Although I couldn't capture a decent quality recording of any of the music, I can describe to you how it must be made, and you can then piece together what it must sound like (or you can just do some searches on the you tube and find it that way, whatever).
Anyways, here are my steps for creating a cheerleading mash-up.
- Find a homeless man with Parkinson's disease.
- Force feed him about a tab of LSD, have him smoke a big joint, and spin him around in a desk chair a few times.
- Set him up in front of computer with Pro Tools, Logic, or any other music editing software, and give him any number of songs that have been popular within the last 20 years or so to sample.
- Wait 20 minutes or so (until he's passed out or dead).
- Roll the guy into the street.
- Take finished product and use for cheerleading routine.
After that, you may have to add some more "CHIGACHIGACHIGACHIGA"s and "ZUMZUMZUMZUMZUM"s during transitions between the songs that have been mashed up, but chances are there should already be enough (more couldn't hurt though).
-Jon
If you could perform alongside any artist (actor, dancer, musician, etc.), who would it be, and what would you
perform?
Submitted by Kristin.
I would love to perform with Astronautalis. The dude is amazing and it seems like no one knows about him. Although Iknow it would be weird to have Rhetorical
I just got a haircut. Nothing special about it. I've been fervently debating whether or not to grow my hair out again. I think I should just because now that Chris and I both have short hair, Mom and Dad have nothing to complain about when we're hanging out. For their sakes' I might just do it. Not to mention, apparently bitches love my long hair.
-Jon
I'm on my neighbor's unsecured wireless internet right now. I'm not sure why either. I guess mostly because I can. I've been toying with the idea of setting up a WEP key on it because they left the username and password on the router as the default, so I can get into their settings. I don't think I will though, or if I do, it'll just be for a day or so. I think I'm mostly going to use their connection to torrent, so that the internet at the house isn't slowed down during the day (Kayla uses the internet for class). I guess they don't have a printer in their house, or at least only have it set up to be used with one computer, because I never see one online. If they ever slip up though, I'll print some stuff off over there to mess with them.
I really need to write a paper for English, but I just don't feel motivated to do it. I've lost a lot of motivation to do anything lately. I've been in a funk since the break-up and I just can't seem to get free from it (see: music video). Of course, some recent events haven't really helped any with that. Although I have tried to put all of that behind me, so as not to jeopardize my longstanding friendships, I still can't help but to have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind of how I was stabbed in the back. However, like the majority of feelings, I just try to bury them as deep as I can, so as to be able to carry on with everyday things. After all of that though, I'm left feeling emotionally and physically drained and I just can't muster the motivation to do much of anything, except steal my neighbor's internet of course.
I've been reading A Separate Piece, by John Knowles for English, and it's actually pretty good. Well, maybe it's just good. There's not much excitement to it, but I guess it's a good read about being a 16 year old boy and having a best friend, which I was at point and had. I can draw some parallels to it, but a lot of times the narrator's admiration of his best friend, at least in the earlier chapters of the book, seem to come off with almost homosexual undertones. I'm only five chapters in, but I guess I'll see how it turns out.
It's a good thing I've already had a lot of practice at not caring, or else this could have severely ruined our friendship.
-Jon