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| So everyone's heard the new song clip, right?
I think it would be super, super interesting [not to mention lolarious] if Brendon and Spencer put out a record that sounds exactly like Fever, and Ryan and Jon put out a record that sounds exactly like Pretty Odd [if Pretty Odd consisted of 15 variations on Behind the Sea].
I'm not saying this would be a good thing, or it's what I want them to do...nobody likes it when a band re-makes an album that's already been made, 'cause we already have that album, guys. You know. But I just think it would be super funny and faily and predictable and just.....~interesting.
WE SHALL SEE. | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment   |
| Current Music: | billy going AAAAOUUU RARR MOOOUUWW because I locked all the cats in the bathroom | | Time: | 09:37 pm |
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| HELLRAIN! THUNDERINGS! LIGHTNINGINGS! THE FIRST DOOMFUL END OF THE WORLD STORM OF THE SUMMER!
I AM SO EXCITED!
\0/
[It's all fun and games until the power goes out and then I'm like "wait, no lappy? no fic? ...but what will I DO now?" and then also realize "no light? no fridge/ability to cook things? no fans because despite the hellrain it's still eighty fucking degrees outside and even more in this house? THIS BLOWS."] | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Time: | 11:20 am | | Current Mood: | everyone else is being vague |
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| Lol.
...
Oh my god.
Edit: If you wanna help me out, google up [or dig through the hoards saved on your harddrives, I know you have them] the stupidest picture of Ryan Ross's stupid face you can find. Plz? Nevermind, done. And I don't know why I ask my fpage to do things for me, when it's obvious my LJ readership is down from maybe three or fourish to, like, negative eight. Whatevs.
I'm supposed to be at work two minutes ago. But BANDOM DRAMA TAKES PRECEDENCE OVER REAL LIFE. Right? Right? | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Current Music: | the academy isn't, really, so much, anymore | | Time: | 12:35 pm |
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| HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE my job.
[Fun fact! Typed on my way home from work, while riding my bike. Yay for no hands riding! \0/]
Also, the giant black death beetles are out. I saw three of them in ten minutes, even with my eyes glued to the screen. :( FU, world. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Time: | 11:15 am | | Current Mood: | oh yes, also: >:| |
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| OH MY GOD
ABSOLUTE TARDING FUCKS
That is all. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Time: | 03:11 am | | Current Mood: | all a'flail |
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| How sweet is my life?
I just spent...I don't know...at least four...probably closer to five hours watching literally every video on this list, plus a ton of assorted interviews [you know how youboob links you to like eight related videos at the end of each one? yeah, I watched all of those until they all started repeating and linking to each other in a big circle].
And I thought I'd come around here to share some of the magic with you.
Summed up pretty perfectly in a quote from the guy who no longer drums for them [whose name is Tapper, which delights the punny bits in me to no end]: "Usually what happens when we have a video idea is we have an idea that we think is kinda dumb...sorta funny...mostly it's funny because it's too dumb to actually make, like to spend money and effort making..." And that's exactly what they do. Or don't do. AND IT WORKS.
Read their website, too! A+ stuff! SERIOUSLY. DO IT.
[...And. Uh. You could have a listen to some of their songs, too, if you have a spare moment or two after all that. >_>]
Edit: Something bonus-y [because, yes, another hour later and I'm still going through all the archives of any sort of material I can find about them]...
...that literally made me 'awww' for like ten seconds straight. :S | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Exactly a year ago, I escaped from Kentucky.
Exactly a year ago, Jason dropped me off on the sidewalk of an airport, snapped his fingers at me*, and walked away without even saying goodbye. [Fittingly enough, we haven't spoken since.]
...I thought I'd have more to say on it, but I tried to bring it up with my mom yesterday and she told me, "Water under the bridge. Let it go." So I am. All "ommmm" and zen-like.
[I actually think it's kind of funny [that particular example; and how much of an asshole he is in general], when I can look past the exaggerated amount of ridiculous that whole situation was. I thought it was even at the time, once I got done making my D: face at him driving away and being horrified at having to navigate my way home by myself with all of maybe $7 in my pocket.]
The most kinda lame and pathetic part of it is, my life hasn't changed a bit in that year. I got my job at the Navy of Olde two and a half weeks later [July 4th, of all days], and since then...that's been it. Even though I'm over the whole Jason treating me like crap and Kentucky being a total dead end thing, I do often wonder what it would have been like if I had stayed, even just for a little longer. [And I kick myself over and over for not at least sticking it out another two weeks until the Warped Tour** we were supposed to go to. Because, like I said in a recent entry, this year--cumulative, not just the 2009y bits of it--has been total crap for concerts. The only one I've been to was Wilco, and that's not even a band I'm into, I just happened to score a mother-friend-person's unused ticket, and went, and was surprised by how much it didn't suck.]
Last week I got a fifteen cent raise at work. That's a whole one-and-one-third percent increase on the salary that I've been making in the year I've worked there. And not only am I one of the longest-working people there [people leave all the time because they're lazy and stupid and just don't care], but I'm one of the few people who actually does well at the things they're assigned, who actually cares that they get done right...or, you know, get done at all. It was rather insulting, to say the least.
On a completely tangentially otherwise note, fic is forthcoming. Does that excite anyone? It's the big bang that should have been but wasn't for the last two years, and of course it waits until everyone else is posting with their pretty prizes to be like HAY I WANT YOU TO WRITE ME NOW, RIGHT? OKAY, GET ON THAT.
So I am. 2500 words today.
[Maybe it'll be ready in time for next year's Big Bang. >_> If there is a next year's Big Bang.]
[Working in Word has got me all footnotesy! Also, I kept going ctrl+s every couple of lines on this entry 'cause I'm in that habit now, and firefox would be all like 'wait, what?' and confuzzle at me.]
*If this wasn't insulting enough on its own, perhaps you'd like to know an interesting little tidbit about how Jason and his friends had this ~"thing", where instead of calling each other bastard or fucktard or asshole or whatever, when they wanted to diss each other, they would snap their fingers upside down and turn the motion around into flipping the person off with both hands. Which he didn't actually do, this particular time, but I'm sure he was thinking of it. He probably did once he had his back turned. [Does that make me sound paranoid?]
**Is anyone else supremely disappointed with how shit the lineup for this year's Warped Tour is? There are only two three bands I actually even want to see on it...a couple more that I might stroll on by and catch if I was already there [Bayside, Less Than Jake...for the fourth time on a Warped Tour]. One Two[! I just discovered!] of them [The Ataris, You Me and Everyone We Know] won't even be on the west coast side of things, so there's no chance of me catching them, and the other [Streetlight Manifesto] I don't give nearly enough of a crap about to go just for them. Maybe I might've four years ago. And the rest of the bands acts [...because bands implies that they make music, and "act" is much more appropriate for what they actually do] are so appallingly BAD [3oh!3? Aiden? Jeffree Star? HONESTLY?] that I don't think I'd go even if the trip and the tickets were free, to be honest. Like, it'd be more of an embarrassment than a badge of pride to say I'd been to the Warped Tour this year. [I guess, as far as those Actual Punks [are there even any of those left anymore?] are concerned, it's been getting this way slowly but surely for a long time, but this is the first year I personally have felt that way about it.]
LAME.
My footnotes got longer than my actual entry. I am so cool.
[[[[Did you get eaten by not-parentheses?]]]]
Edit: As soon as I posted this, I got a case of the unexplainable, uncontrollable spazzy laughing fits! Oh my god I've gone insane!! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Time: | 10:16 am | | Current Mood: | fuck. |
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| Shit, man, sold out in less than an hour? I guess I was right. I didn't even get a chance to discuss it with people. :[
Edit 10.26: Well, unless I want to buy a $219 VIP package for a band I...don't really care about, much, in the hopes that while I'm doing whatever VIPs do, the opening support band [who are the ones I really wanted to see, who probably weren't going to play more than a 45-60 -minute set anyway] will just kind of happen on by and I'll get to, like, look at them and wave my flaily fingers after them longingly for a couple of seconds.
...This has been a shitty year for not-concerts. :/ | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| *happy seizure of spazzy flailing*
I'm not gonna say what about, 'cause there's about an 86% chance absolutely nothing will come of it. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| OH NO
HAVE DEVELOPED A NEW STUPID CRUSH ON A NEW BOY AT WORK
AM A LAMING IDIOT
[HE'S 18 :||||]
"ACCIDENTALLY" LEFT THE CAPS ON ON MY PHONE
OOPS
*doomed* | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I had that recurring dream again where I'm trapped in this house and people shoot at me from the windows.
What do you think that's a metaphor for? | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I stole a fish today. Kidnapped him right out of a bowl on some dumb lady's desk with a coffee mug.
[Ask me more!] | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
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...Maybe I'll ramble some when I've actually listened to it. >_>
[The 152 is still there. It took me a minute to find it. But it's there.]
Edit 4.19 pm:
a few words to describe it, as I listen and think of them:
frenetic
crunchy
about Chauntelle
awww, A.LaztheSpazz is still spazzy
FUCK YEAH
new guy didn't "replace" Fred or try to rip off his style, the way Mr. Maraschino Cherry did to Nolan
that weird semi-nostalic feeling you get when you think you've heard a song before but you definitely haven't, but it's just so good that it instantly takes you to, like, a transcended level of awesome
oh, they broke it by putting a stupid ballad type thing in the middle again
I heart syncopation
I HATE when they [any band] include a girl's name in a song. in the title it doesn't matter, but when it's in the lyrics, in the chorus, said over and over...it just irritates me and makes me feel creepy.
oh no, Adam went crazy. :/
chugga-chugga-chugga go the guitars. constantly. in every song.
I miss that there isn't a song snarking John Nolan or Jesse Lacey. Yes, I know the drama and rivalry was years ago and no one cares anymore, but it feels like a TBS album isn't complete without it. :(
about Fred? >:|
Fazzi [bear?] needs to sing moar.
Carpathia sounds horribly out of place because I downloaded it...months ago, and listened to it 22 times [at least 12 of which were in a row as soon as I got it >_> that's how excited I was for this album/anything coming from this band] so it's the only one on the album I fully know. odd!
aw, the last one made me sad. :/ and was definitely about you-know-who.
it's already over? way too short. and a lot of the songs were similar lengths [not to mention sounds] so they kind of blended together. but maybe that's just how it always goes on a first listen.
I'm not gonna say which things refer to which songs, but if you know the band and listen to the album, it shouldn't be hard to figure out. It's all in order.
Yeah. Not bad. Not the mind-blowing experience I'd maybe kind of hoped it would be, but not a disappointment, either. I don't think...
...Oh yeah, now I need to watch the dumb DVD bonus thing I paid two extra bucks for [but not really for that...really because the ~bonus edition~ comes in a digipak, and I love digipaks ♥]. But first, I think, a nap. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I slept for fourteen hours last night. It was awesome. I slept from before my mom got home from work yesterday to just before she left for work again this morning. [I didn't go out and say hi to her, though, because she had the Larrydickfuckdouche over. Whatev. Her loss.] I love being lazy, and it is okay, because I am on my "weekend" right now. I always have Tuesday and Wednesday off, and then I work various days from Thursday through Monday.
It's weird to be up so early and have nothing to do. Because usually I take any opportunity to stay up super late [which then results in me sleeping through half of the next day], because I just like being up at night when everything is dark[...ish; Alaska summer has come upon us quite suddenly] and quiet and alone. But not in a bad way. Being awake during the day, especially on days off, makes me feel like I have to be doing something productive, or I am wasting my life. Maybe I will try writing something. Probably not. It doesn't feel worth it with the big bang deadline missed and all.
I just finished two fics that have been open in tabs for a week. Lately I'm too tired to focus on anything. I have to ride my bike to work now [because mother is went batshit insane and restricted me from using the car anymore because SHE forgot to pick ME up [...and didn't even have the decency to call and tell me, and freaked out all over me when I called to ask her what was going on. it was Larryfuck's fault, of course. most of her unsanity and stupidity is.]], and it's a mile and a half to get there, so if I want to come home for my lunch hour [and trust me, I do. I hate spending any more time than I have to at that place.], I end up riding a total of six miles a day. And I ride fast, and there are hills, so I get really tired. So by the time I get home, I just kind of plop over. Or I'll wander around in an almost-sleep daze feeling like there's something I have to do [probably a mental remnant of the time when I did have the car, and I would get home at 3 and have to stay awake until I had to go pick the mother person up at 4.30] until I literally can't hold my head up any longer. Which is what happened yesterday.
[This is stupid and I don't think I should post it.]
I'm so bored with everything lately. I haven't learned or been assigned to anything new at my job in a while, so every day it's always just 'go in and open boxes, put crap in carts, open crap in carts, put opened crap on shelves. or scan shit with scanny-beepy-thing, change price gun, put sticker on, repeat, repeat. or "go organize your shitty clearance shop, you wench", so I go pick up the literal carpet of clothes that people have taken off the hangbars and thrown on the ground [seriously, what is it about the clearance shop? there are occasional dropped things all over the store, yes, but something about the clearance shop makes people think it's okay to take massive quantities of stuff, mix it up, rip it off hangers, and just throw it in piles on the floor. wtf!! and now that the clearance shop is ~my responsibility~, I'm the one that gets blarged at when that happens], fix them up all pretty, pick out things that are the wrong size and put them in the right size section...move on to the next area of wall three feet away and watch someone come along to the one I just finished and, knowing that I did it and I am watching them, pick shit up and throw it on the floor.' I kind of really can't stand my job anymore. I want to quit it, but I don't want to go through the drama of getting another one, and I doubt I'll find one as easy and laid-back as this. And I should probably at least stay until my one-year mark and see if they'll give me a raise. I do not get paid shit to work there. Which I suppose is fair, because I don't really do shit around there [no one does; stuff just doesn't get done. and no one cares. our store is incredibly faily.]. Ug-blug-blug.
I'm so disillusioned with the "working world" that I'm almost willing to try going back to college again [and you know how much I hate everything associated with college]. Even if I don't get any financial aid and end up having to pay for classes with cash. Except I have no idea how to even go about that [re-enrolling, picking classes, applying for aid and all that? counselors did everything for me last time because I was a wee baby clueless highschool student; and if they didn't do it, then it didn't get done. so I really have no idea how to do any of it now.]. I never even formally withdrew after my first faily semester; I just stopped showing up and ignored the letters they sent. I am a failboat. /0\
I am kind of lonely, too. I only talk to two people in town anymore. Both of them would probably be down with ~hanging out~, but I keep turning one of them down because he smokes [I can't be around that because it fucks up my sinuses and I get a super doom death headache instantly that'll last all day and ruin my mood and thus make me unsuitable for hanging out with anyway] and I'm pretty sure he wants to have sex with me and that weirds me out, and the other because he says really stupid things and we get into arguments about nothing and he'll be like "jesus was a ninja dinosaur, therefore I win" and it makes me want to explode. D: And we never have any ideas for what to do so we just end up driving around town until we get tired of each other. Awesome social life I have!
I don't know what to dooooo. I spend a lot of time wandering around all dazed and in thought and convincing myself "I am not depressed", although I probably am. But even if I am, it's not like there's anything to do about that. I can't afford therapy or pills either. Doomed. Doomed, I am!
I didn't mean for this to get so sad and hopeless and boring.
I don't know what to do.
I wish someone would talk to me. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| ...the answer is "Actually, probably no."
Google meme that I nicked from someone I just had a lol at on ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) fuckyou_fandom.
1: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:
"Kate needs to be exposed for everything evil she has done."
That one is creepily awesomely true.
2: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
"Kate looks like an old, homeless crazy lady."
This is foretelling of the future, don't you think?
3: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:
"Kate Does Nothing Day"
That is a trick because every day is Kate Does Nothing Day.
4: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
"Kate hates her bottom."
I actually don't. I'm quite ~down~ with the way I look right now.
On an only slightly related note, you should all go listen to this band. They hate me, but I love them. [Beware self-starting media players!]
5: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search:
"Kate Goes Pantless"
I have kind of made it a mission to start wearing skirts all the time and be a pretty girlything. It's only slightly successful because I still only mostly have band shirts and converses to wear them with [and my short boyhaircut], so I mostly come off as a tomboy looking awkward and out of place in a skirt. o_O
6: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:
"Kate Loves a Mystery"
I do! I love things that involve the thinky thoughts and the figuring out and the opportunity for me to show off how awesome and clever I am by finding the answer. :D
7: Type in "[your name] eats" in Google search:
"kate eats up the CPU while writing and is awful slow"
Ha! Nothing really needs to be said about this. You already know how ~awfully~ slow I am at writing. >___>
8: Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:
"Kate has the blues"
Pretty much all the time, yeah.
9: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:
"Kate wants to fill her triangular container with orange juice."
This is all that shows up on google of a deleted yahoo answers question, and I am le curious as to what it was all about. 
Almost all of my hits were posts about Mary Kate Olsen. Ew. :/ | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| [Ignore the fact that I wouldn't have had a life anyway even if it weren't for this.]
Upon giving up* on my Big Bang for this year, I have come back to my flist. 60 entries [3 pages, filtered to good comms only, even] back, and I have already opened 8 tabs of fic [and bypassed at least three times that many more, because I just know there is no feasible way that can happen], four of which are more than 10,000 words each. Total number of words for me to read in this set? 157,000. THAT'S NOT EVEN COUNTING THE ONE-SHOTS.
! THAT'S NEARLY EIGHT BIG BANGS.
!! THAT'S MORE THAN THREE NANOWRIMOS.
!!! THAT'S LONGER THAN AN ACTUAL PHYSICAL PAPERBACK NOVEL-BOOK-TYPE-THING THAT MOST ~NORMAL~ PEOPLE SPEND A COUPLE OF WEEKS READING.
NOW do you see why I had no time to write my own fic [or really do anything else at all ever] back when I read everything on my flist that even slightly appealed?
So, I'm in debate over whether I should really go back over the last 16 days and open all the fic I want to read out of it, and just bookmark them in a folder titled 'I know I will never get to this' and feel really bad about all of it...or just let that time go. *zen 'ommmm'* /(-_-)\ ... *non-zen but obligatory 'nomnomnom'* >_>
*I'm not really sure about that. My decision on it fluctuates back and forth every few hours. Right now, now that I've typed that, I feel bad about it and want to make the story happen again. But I know in a little while I'll be bored of it again and sitting there and poking thaet beast will only make it angry and more unwilling to grow into something not-sucky.
I'm 1300 words behind my 500-a-day-to-reach-20,000-on-the-30th goal, which isn't really a problem, because I tend to ignore it for a few days and then come back and write like 1200 words in one sitting...the problem is, though, that I don't think this stupid story is going to be done at 20,000 words. So even if I hit the minimum by the due date, I still won't be able to submit it for the challenge, because it's not a ~complete story~.
[Oh, yes, I could leave my outline notes in there and tell my mixer "oh, but this is the scene where ryan seduces brendon by accident and pete is like 'oh hell no' and does everything in his power to ruin brendon's life because he's jealous and paranoid and has to have total control over ryan and everything concerning him. I just haven't written it yet. but I will! ...maybe. BUT THAT'S WHERE IT GOES so use your imagination and soundtrack it for me, k? k." Yeah, no.]
So it's kinda like...what's the point in stressing myself out over finishing it quickly? If I'm not going to get rewarded for it, or whatever. So it's pretty much just gone back into the 'regular story to finish and post in my own time' category, which basically means it's going to get stuck in a folder [or, you know, left in the same one it's been in since last year] until next year's Big Bang [if the challenge is still around...if the fandom is still around in a year] when I dust it off again and say "this year is the year. this year, this crap story will be finished." [It won't, though. It's DOOOOOOMED.]
I think I could use some general encouragement. Not to whine or beg or anything. :/ Does anyone want to talk about this?
On a completely unrelated note:
I wish Melissa would shut the fuck up. Seriously, that's all, literally, just shut. the fuck. up. :|! | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Time: | 10:21 pm | | Current Mood: | oh nooooooes |
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| This guy works* at my work.
I Obamicon'd him.
*By which I actually mean "does no work; instead, spends a lot of time standing around and creepily staring at me". :| | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Time: | 03:25 pm | | Current Mood: | frumpleflump. |
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| Hey, so what does it say about me that I was more torn up about losing a year and a half of my iTunes library than losing every person I've corresponded with through e-mail or on msn messenger over the past six years? ['Cause that's what happened this morning. I got hacked. :/ I got the "new shopping new life" spam virus somethingorother, and it baleeted all my contacts off of hotmail and messenger. And I didn't save any copies of my address book. ://]
I thought about getting a new e-mail, but there's too much shit connected to this one. It's the one work e-mails me my schedules on, it's the one my bank account and AKAir mileage plan use [places that I'd have to call up IRL if I wanted to change it, and I would die :|], and it's the one I've used to sign up for basically every account of anything I have on the internet, except for paypal, because they don't allow hotmail addresses. [And with good reason, I see now.] It's just too much effort.
Sew, if you were on my msn list and still want to be [or if you weren't, but you'd like to be [and I'd like you to be, too!]], I'm still never _ say _ dinosaur aaaaaat hotmail dot youknowwhat. [Just with a much more complex [and retarded] password now. :/] Come on, my list only has four people on it now! I'm sad and lonely.
Hanyway, I'm still avoiding the internet. Kind of. The fic part of it, anyway. But my big bang doubled in words in the week I spent away! \0/ I am halfway to not failing, now! And I've calculated that I only have to write 500 words a day to make it to the goal by the deadline. So, I'm just going to keep on doing that. Even though staying away from fic didn't really actually lead to more writing, it just lead to me watching more tv and sleeping a lot and getting really engrossed in a Real Life Book [Everything is Illuminated. I liked it, but I didn't understand a lot of it. I think I need to read it again to get it more.] Also, it didn't help that I worked seven days in a row, five of which fell during my Week Off For Writing, and of course the day after was spent recuperating :|].
On a somewhat related note, who wants to flail with me about big bangs? Yeah? Yeah? You? 'Cause I think my real life and non-bandom-internet-people are getting kind of tired of it. And weirded out. D:
That's all. It's bageltime. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
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