Topographical Sideswipes

My review of Marcy Playground's new album MP3 is this: It's awesome!! What a kick from nowhere. They disappeared, and then, boom! Here they are! "They lock me in my room, they think I'm crazy. Well, if you had all these rules, you would be crazy too!" Haha, it's all funny and so very good in the musical arena. From blood in the alphabet soup to raising a flag, this album's got everything. This a crappy review, but everyone needs this.

I must go.

Stub Blurble!

Crapitall!!!! (Getting in the mood.) I've said it before, and since I said that, you know I'm going to say it now: I don't get outraged or angry about many things. However, something so contrary, so outlandish and mean-spirited coming from a human makes me mad, sad, and stupors my thought, all at the same time. I'm talking about when someone may try to stomp on the dreams and hopes of another, for no apparent reason either. Especially when he or she does this in an angry, determined-like way.

For example, lets say I have a goal, a dream and hope that is huge, at least to me. I am set on attaining this worthy goal. I think, eat and sleep this dream, hoping that I can find ways to realize it. Here comes the tater tot guy, and 42 times in a row, I'm told that I cannot make my hopes real. I will not acheive. I will not eat green eggs and ham, I will not eat them, stupid face

True, my goals may be simple and easy to acheive for some, but let's face the fact that I'm just white trash. I will start with the simple and move on to the big. Great things and small things, I can do all things. You will be sorry when I'm big, yes you will, yes you will, you shouldn't push me around, cause I will, yes I will. You will be sorry when I'm big, yes you will, yes you will, you will be sorry!!!

End Captain's Log.

Putin's Potent Gas

Beat-Up Docs

I'm even more sure that Andrew Sloop is a genius.

Long days are made longer in proportion with any and all bad things that happen in the bad day. I went quiz bowling, and it was pretty good. Organized. Yes, British friends (even w/o the accent), that's "organized" with a Z. No, not a zed, you Canucks and ppl down under. Zeeeeee! Coach Z!

You're all just lucky that I posted at all.

Feldspar

I pretty much feel like there may be several non-blog days like yesterday yet-to-come. With increasing demand from homework and backed-up work and laziness, I may never blog again. But I seriously doubt that. The part about never blogging again. Of course, I may be saying that just because I don't want to admit it. Hmmm...

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I'm...tired. I want to read a good book, but time does not allow. Plus, reading good books gives you bad AP English grades. It's pretty much against the rules.

I sort of like it when people turn in bad books at the library. I'm talking about the books that are no good: they're mass-produced by their authors to appeal to a crowd with bad tastes. Anyhow, the reason why I like it when people turn them in is because they turn them in in bulk, all by the same author. Very easy to shelf. So, Danielle Steel fans, along with you Fern Michaels and Nora Roberts fans, rock, rock on. Visit your (my) local library.

i not bein verry good wid bigg werds

Muh other baby!

This guy is crazy! That's just hilarious. I just bought a melodica of my own, but I don't think I'll rig it for the car. As with the cornet, I plan on resaling it, but I simply don't know how I'm going to let go of a melodica!!! Ugh... decisions are too hard for me.

Port 7

Hello one, hello all. In light of a really really bad day, I will probably have something morbid to write about, like rotting banana peelings or falling trees. Despite all this, I am attempting to think of something lovely like non-rotting banana peels or blossoming trees with tree houses. I'll find the happy medium and take the rotting banana tree that falls when there's a tree house in it.

No I won't.

Space between lines when writing an essay is a precious thing. When writing on paper, I have difficulty leaving spaces between lines, unlike I did a few seconds ago with the "no I won't." That's because it took no virtual space in this digital thing. There are no spaces between the 0s and 1s. If there was a space limit on Blogger, I'd not blog at all. Why? Because I'm going to write what I want to write when I want to write it, unless I don't feel like writing it because I'm too lazy, which is quite likely.

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not the final frontier one, just the kind that you take up. I wish I could forget about school (English class), but the pits are the pits. what a crappy blog post, except for that rotting banana tree part.

Mine, all mine!!!

Muh baby! Well, I plan on resaling it, but for now, it belongs to me!!!

Two days ago after school, I went straight to a library at Wake Forest University with my brother Bryan. He had to do some research. What did I do in the mean time? Well, you must understand, I am a library by profession! I was completely wowed at all the many books!!! Tons and tons, stacks upon stacks; so much pointless information (to the naked, and maybe clothed eye)!!! What more could I want? I became very familiar with the building, floor by floor. I became jealous of all the ThinkPads I saw around. I read some amusing phrases written on various library shelves ("She died in the library" among them). I waited for hours as Bryan learned about the library system more than he learned about Shakespeare's "As You Like It." He eventually decided he had messed up enough and that it was time to eat, so we went to CiCi's Pizza. Then we saw Napoleon Dynamite, where we were the only people in the showing. Very fun!

All in all, I didn't get home from school until after midnight. I want my own personal library of 300,000 books.

Sorry for the PostMiss yesterday; I'm too tired to post now, so maybe tomorrow...

--BradG

Did you mean: Twankie Dust

The USPS brought me lots of goodies today. Neglecting the usual college stuff, BYU sent me a T-shirt. Pretty cool! Yeah, now I'm definitely going there! Actually, there's about a 50% chance I'll go there right now, meaning it's in my top two choices. I also got my debit card!!! This is a good thing. No more reliance on Dad's account for internet accounting and shopping. A checking account is a good step for me, but I'll never have anything inside of it.

I gave The Shins "Chutes Too Narrow" a third full listen this afternoon. Guys and gals, this is a greight album. Greight to skeight to.

I still can't wait for Christmas. I don't know why. I always get depressed during Christmas time. I never get what I really want: real estate. I'm just longing for Christmas music, and I'd feel guilty if I started listening to it before Halloween.

I'm going to do homework or bust!

After these messages, we'll be riiiiiiight back.

walkie...talkie

It's wrong for a Saturday to be more full than any other day of the week for someone. Has been might again.

I don't have much to say I guess, but kids, this winter and cold season, keep your lips moisturized. I can tell you that my lips have been chapped more than enough for me to know the pain of it. That being said, I'm afraid I'm getting in the Christmas mood already. I love the Christmas season, but I should probably go through the Halloween phase first. I guess I like Halloween okay. I was one of the kids who never wanted to give up trick-or-treating. I never had a real trick-or-treating experience anyhow. Kind of weird, but with so many kids, Mom couldn't get us all out the door until 8:00 at the very earliest. By that time, most good sites are done with and besides, she only took us to houses of people she knew. That was really stupid because we'd get only a little candy (because we never have known everyone in MA personally) and Mom would talk to the ppl. So, wasted time and few amounts of candy.

Hahaha....Oh, the times we used to have the biggest fits on Halloween because we couldn't decide what we wanted to be. Or, we had decided what to be but the small amount of costume pieces (all home-made by Mom years and years ago) don't allow for our character. I have pictures of me being a clown, I know I was a doctor once, I went as a Star Trek character for two years I think, I might have been Rivers Cuomo from Weezer once, but I doubt it. Hahaha...our cats are so dumb.

Too Late

I'm very tired, so I'll post some brief thoughts on something or something else. It's awkward, and almost eerie, to see someone you haven't seen since sixth grade (when you're in 12th grade or older). It's just, wow, weird. There they are. Half a world away, or as good as, until that moment. Some people don't change either, so you recognize them right off, but you aren't sure if you've changed or not, so you don't know if they recognize you, especially if they just say, "Hey," or whatever.

I'm listening to a band called The Shins right now, recommended by Ben Folds. They're pretty good, I guess. Nothing's gotten caught yet, but I expect that something will. Nothing can take longer than it took Blind Melon to get catchy in my head. I'm sure it took at least half a year if not longer. All of a sudden, one day at school, I started singing "Tones of Home" to myself. Very strange. Despite my musical cynicism, I know that there's still a lot of good music out there, and a lot of good music being made. It's just rare that the good music is promoted and heard by large masses of people. If the good music is heard by a lot of people, it's even more rare that it's appreciated for its true musical value (see "Stacy's Mom" by FoW). We lost to Elkin big time tonight. I'm out (like a light when it's not plugged in).

Do Not Photocopy

The funniest things in life are those things which aren't apparent. Once you make a deeper observation than just taking in the obvious, the truly hilarious things are seen. This means that the subtly funny things are the most funny. That's just funny. Things like comparing a human to a toe nail in any way kill me over. hahahhaha

I'm probably too lazy for my own good. "I've got to get my [stuff] together, cause I can't live like this forever." You know, I've gone too far and I don't wanna trip. I wish I had a new computer. I don't wanna be a salesman. If someone decides to not be a salesman, is that the death of a (potential) salesman.

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check it out!!! My first ASCII creation!!! Apparently, it'a....school bus made by VW?? I just made it. It's one of those subtly funny creations. hahahha rofl roffle waffle

The Effects on the Mind of Shelving Books

I don't think I ever learned my alphabet too solidly. That might sound funny, but it's true. I just knew the letters, but when it comes to alphabetical order, I have to revert back to that silly song that shares a tune with "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star." I realize it more and more as I work at the library. My foundation in the alphabetical order is just not stable. I might take thirty whole seconds looking for a book's place when its rightful position is right in front of me. I really have to think... "A-B-C-D-E-F-ah, here we are, Gerritson. Wait, I before H or J?" Stuff like that. I happen to work with a Pang Yang though, and she is the most talented shelver I've ever seen. One day, I was helping put up some fiction books, a task which is normally hers alone. I had a book in my hand. The author's last name started with an R, I think... So, I was standing there waiting for my slow eyes to pick up the right trail of letters. Pang was walking by to put up some other books. I hear a "flick" and looked to see Pang walking by. I didn't know what the sound was until I turned back to the shelf and saw an opening she had made, right where my book was supposed to go. Simply amazing!!! To tell the truth, I was quite dumbfounded in awe!

Another problem of mine is my shallow vocabulary. I didn't get a single thing from all those years of WordSmart tests and studying. For one thing, I didn't even look at our list of words until >5 min. before the tests. That didn't help my memorization of them. Two, I just don't have a memory that works like that. I can't remember words that I would only use in English class. Then again, I can't even remember events from seventh grade or things I've done at church dances from just a year ago, so maybe I just have a bad all-around memory. Finally, I rarely implement new words into my daily speech. hum diddly

Stupid STUPID

Grrrowlll.... Anyone can play a stinking guitar; Radiohead said so! Where does the universal appeal for the instrument come from? It's good for getting ideas out, but to sit there and think that it is the mother of all music is ridiculous. And all the crappy music someone might want to make with one, it's all so stupid. Sometimes I wish I could smash a guitar over certain people's heads, but I don't really own one.

I have a checking account now. Well, I had one Saturday. What I have now is a headache and a full stomach and a little homework. Basically, I just got it for the debit card, which will allow me to take care of my own affairs on the internet. The guy on the front of that Fleetwood Mac album scares me really, really bad!



Yeah, the tall one.

The Masterplan

Hello. I like hay rides, I really do. Yesterday's was the best, I guess. Here is my account of hay rides:

I haven't been to many of them. In fact, yesterday's was my third one ever, even though the stake youth has them every year (and I've been in the youth program since I was 12). I went to one when I was twelve and when I was thirteen. Unfortunately, when I hit high school age, 14, I was enrolled in marching band which took over my life in this part of the year. So, I was unable to be on the actual hay rides even though I eventually made it to the activities (last year I showed up a little before everyone got back from the hay ride).

Needless to say, it was good to be on the one yesterday. We started off and kept on getting stuck in mounds of dirt in various places. In fact, a lot of places. Clumps of hay fell out of the trailer, making my seat disappear. There was another tractor too, being driven by "Big Barry" and pulling two trailers. This is where most people went because Barry is supposed to be a more wild and fun driver. How fun is this: Barry's tractor got stuck in a ditch of mud a long way out from the farm. I mean, I've never seen anything stuck in the mud like that. It was....stuck. So, now there was one trailer to pull back three trailer-fulls of Mormon kids. Hmmmm.... I got out and walked back, partly to give up my seat, and partly because I wanted to. I liked that part of the thing.

Next was the dance while the 12 and 13 year olds went on their own hay ride. I didn't stay in the dance for very long. The comment on the last post might tell you that somone left her keys in the trunk of the car after she shut the trunk. So, I just stayed out there to make fun of her the whole time. All in all, the whole thing was a memorable experience and I think it was my last hay ride as a youth. I don't know. Do you think I can keep a dual enrollment in YSA (Young Single Adults) and youth for 10 months? I know someone who plans to stay in youth over a year after her 18th b-day.

PowerBar

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We'd All Like To Know

It's a standard truth that some things are too important to skip just so you can write a well-written blog. Think about it, and have a nice day.

I'm p'd of but I'm too polite...

I don't get very angry about too many things, but some things consistently make me, well, ill at ease. One of these things happens all the time in band. I'm pretty much officially banned (haha, pun) from playing anything in band other than the clarinet and the bassoon. If I so much as touch another instrument, I'm scolded and commanded to return to my (more) familiar instrument. At various football games, a tambourine has accompanied me. Mrs. Morrison, our band director, heard me (playing on beat), and followed by telling me to play the instrument that not even I can hear whilst playing it with the rest of the band. I'm all the time wanting to play other instruments to increase my talent in those fields, to become a jack of all trades (even if I become a master of none). If I lay a finger on the keyboard of the junkyard piano sitting in the band room, I am the first to be told off by anyone. A couple of weeks ago at the game, I stole the sousaphone from a guy named Randy and continued to play a perfect bass line for "Louie, Louie." Mrs. Morrison weathered it out then, but I could tell that she could barely stand it.

So, when we were doing inside practice in band today, I look up and see Wes the drummer not drumming, but I heard the snare drum going anyhow. None other than the multi-talented spontaneous blogger ninja turtle wannabe (?) Jill was playing the snare drum (with accessory cymbal), and not badly, might I add. "Grr," I thought in my mind. I knew that I would never get away with something like that. The song ended and we moved on to our second marching piece. Jill sat down. I said that I was going to prove that there was no way I could play without getting caught and told to sit down. When I got there, I realized that Jill did have some protection because a sousaphone with between Mrs. Morrison's eyes and the snare drum, but I'd just have to see. I timidly took the stix and began tapping in close imitation to the actual techniques. I wasn't off beat or anything, Mrs. Morrison just plainly told me to sit down. Maybe I was too big for the sousaphone. My point was proven.

I'm sick of being stuck to the clarinet. I like playing it, but I'm not improving. I was better at it my sophomore year than I've ever been. I guess I'd improve if I'd practice, but whateva. I enjoy learning any new instrument and I don't like being restricted. Come to think of it, it's more of a curiosity and a funny thing than something that makes me angry. I want a drumset.

Freddie Mercury Rolls Over In His Grave

Umm, do you guys sale lives? I need one really bad...
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i don't know rocky, but if I did, I'd pretend like I didn't

"News is good food for your mind, but I want food, for my MOUTH!"

Dont listen to Brad.....GOOGLE YASHINGO!!!!!!!! Just do it. " Uh-Oh.....Somebody's going to get an E-Mail" "ACCEPTABLE!"

Ultra Pop Goodness

I've been listening to the tones of Yashingo, one of my favorite bands, hands down. Don't Google them. You won't find much, unless it's about plants being our teachers, something Mr. Bretz might say. I was introduced to Yashingo by my brother Greg, who was a lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist for the band. Thoroughly impressed, and it has nothing to do with my relations. Talents a-plenty, composition skills mounting, and just great ideas, they formed quite a group. Currently, the bassist, Craig Barnette is serving a mission for the church in Germany. What is the future of Yashingo? Is there a future of Yashingo? Don't know... Their album "Buttercup" 2002, just great and not lacking genius. Agh; I wish I could just write a song half as good as theirs...

piney_woods_gal: Its scary my dad and sister were fighting over a biscuit!!

Person I Don't Know of the Day

Wat to go, Dusty! You're my first PIDKOFD. This guy is named Dustin, I think, and he enjoys being a pumpkin in his spare time. More "People I Don't Know" to come? Perhaps...

Adolf's 'Stache

I'll just tell them that I have nothing to say. "The 80s, when it was fun to be a kid." Every time I look back at those old pictures when my older brothers are dressed in "jungle" shirts or shorts, made by my mother's hands, and socks that climb the whole calf, I get all nostalgic. Back when the house was clean (or at least a lot cleaner!) and I would watch television lying down on my back with my feet propped up on the TV. When I was a kid, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles definitely ruled. There was even a Back to the Future cartoon at one point. Just before all that, my brothers were big into Transformers, GI Joe, He-Man, Thundercats, and Pinwheels until Greg got too old for it. I don't remember much about them. I seem to remember a Power Man or something like that because Kyle had Power Man underwear (much to my envy). Mom says she'll do the rest of the trimming around my ears and stuff from the haircut that I gave myself several many weeks ago. I might as well just start over again...