So apparently it takes 2-3 minutes for a phone to get almost stolen by one person and finally stolen by another…
So talking about fave music – I heard the Remedy and couldn’t stop listening. I heard Too Much Food and I felt like I couldn’t get enough. Then, I heard Sleep All Day and Summer Breeze both at once, and realized – hey, I HAVE to go and see Jason Mraz’s concert! And he was recently released on TRL! Look everybody, he has a blog! I was looking at other music and rediscovered Chantal Kreviazuk, one of my people…Canada’s own. She’s kind of pretty, and she had a song I really like a while back. I guess she’s returning to the fringe mold from whence she came.
I’m going wild over the blog thing – apparently I have so many random interests that I’m gonna have ten thousand different lines of thought all trying to crowd my mind-to-screen work at the same time, like now. I read Slate earlier today and felt this article was worth mentioning – I never knew anything much about current Russian and Chinese relations other than in the diplomatic sense, so I was a little more enlightened.
Don’t ask me how I ended up here…but some of these words ar hilarious and who thought them up? I dunno, but… and how in hell do you exactly end up being post-cool? Too cool for the rest of you losers? And an art show to boot? What are you guys thinking? I don’t need to see good art labeled as something that’s beyond me. Thanks for the heads up, guys. We’re all so over.
Oh, so apparently, on the day of my MCAT, you can go all out in the t-dot and get some fuckin’ flash in the middle of Nathan Phillips Square (where I saw Shawn Desman, though I’m sure none of yall have heard of this crooner – listen to the Gap soundtrack, I think you’ll hear him on there). And quoted from another blog: “But yeah. The email account’s toast. The blog (this blog, at least) is dead. I’m busy with other stuff at the moment. And Nicholas isn’t doing much right now. So. But thanks for asking.” I should add a link, but that one was kinda disturbing. I quoted that last part as the only sane part of the whole thing.
Looking around at other blogs, I realized – just as there are so many more porn sites than normal sites – that there are so many sex related blogs than normal ones. And who’s to say what’s normal? Why read something called the “Morning After” on a page titled “from a sex addict who hasn’t had it in a while”? Why read a gay man’s blog that’s all about the guy’s mom? Seriously now…I wouldn’t mind reading a little about his mom, but this needs some real psychologic unraveling.
But then we find the cool magazines, that explore weird issues that we never were really aware that we were supposed to be pondering, like a deadly obsession with domesticated reason. So the guy is worried about us worrying about civilization and what it all means. But that question has existed since the beginning of time. Why are we here? Why do we exist? Most of the time, we shrug our shoulders and get back to living, and sometimes we can’t figure it out and shoot ourselves, and sometimes we write silly articles degrading our lack of faith in our existence as nothing, and our civilization in comparison as “chains” that must be thrown off! Though I’ve gotta say, Adbusters sometimes just makes you laugh. Creative resistance, all the way.
And this little thing, for the princess in you…well, go for it. And lock your bedroom, and never ever have someone over for the night. Before they run screaming away from you and your pretensions to royalty. And audblog blogs up Liz Phair’s Why Can’t I….haHA! Somebody else likes this song too! I am NOT alone!!! Woohoo…
So, if you’ve been noticing, Maxim’s Hometown Hotties are MUCH hotter this time around, and obviously they list measurements. Wait, obviously? They didn’t have that first time around!! Wait, this would kind of fall in with me watching White Oleander last night. As Kelly said, what a typical GUY thing.
And seriously, sometimes it’s not worth knowing if you’re one of these or not…
Then, there’s these suspicious semi-cool Asian things which seem to want me to get back into the between two world groove again and admit I’m not white. Oh wait, I’m not? I forget sometimes…until I look in the mirror in the morning, wonder why I’m not partying it up at Lambda or rapin the ganja with the FOBs or ABCs or CBCs, and realize that I’m gonna be an in the cracks kid (and on crack! CIA, Contras, Bloods, Crips, gang warfare, LA’s drug problem…behind the scenes makes the world go round!) for the rest of my life. Three cheers for the Asian (and oh yeah, there’s hope for me getting into bars before I graduate, besides all those shady Ethiopian places). And then for a normal weblog, like some of the rest of the world. And maybe spice up the page somewhat, ya know?
And the end of pop. Though i could have done a better job, had I the energy to do that.