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tirsdag, august 27, 2002
SonicSkier2: I try not to admit to myself that i am an elitist
SonicSkier2: but I am
SonicSkier2: I'm not even that generous though
SonicSkier2: i don't even think most of my friends are at my calibre
I didn't know I was logged in. "Cleaning out my closet" is such a sad song.
Good Feelings:
-having someone tell you that you have the best blog
-eating Andre's chocolate covered almonds
-"phyzisics"
-not having classes with morons...at least having a reduced amount of morons in class.
-finding out that a song isn't really as hard to play as once believed
-sam complimenting you on something music related!(like a review)
-theater design class
-"What's Golden" by Jurassic 5
bad feelings:
-eating almost half the box of Andre's chocolate covered almonds.
-first day of school
-having morons get the ball by you in field hockey
-being pissed at everyone
-having everyone pissed at you
-the way our school looks
-having the internet not let you type stuff
-the way Taylor and that other girl from Connecticut feel.
-downloading "never met a girl like you before" thinking it's a cover, but then it's not
-JUNIOR JOURNAL ENTRIES!
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mandag, august 26, 2002
god. Pathetic Geek Stories can be such a downer.
Dude. I have school tomorrow. That sucks. so much. I hate to be so cliche...but where the hell did the summer go?
The world is crazy because
they charge you ten dollars extra at Barnes and Noble because a book is in French.
I downloaded a Dropkick Murphys song but "Taking care of business" is inserted into it at random times. sigh.
noooo don't make me go.
right now I'm just waiting for a good time to go to bed. I'm so damn tired but if I slept now I'd wake up at 1 am. and that would suck. grrrr suck it all. I just want to stay home all day and watch Cartoon Network and eat ice cream. Maybe ride a bike. wink. wink. Maybe if I'm lucky this year will go as fast as the last one.
I just told Sylvia I'd take a theater class every other day. Who cares. Now I'll know how to do makeup. My fucking arm is sore because of that fucking Welsh Savage. That wasn't supposed to be a pun.
hm.
I guess I'll go play piano.
you know who I miss?
søndag, august 25, 2002
"What would my last name be without the letter 'n?' 'oo-a!'"
-Peter
torsdag, august 22, 2002
Ever since I got my hair cut, I use less shampoo, of course. So when I was squirting out face wash in my hand, I had to look at it the way I did the first time I washed my short hair and ask, "is that too big of a squirt?" but then I remembered that my face hadn't gotten smaller
I miss the French Trip like nothing. Shite. I just kind of look at pictures from National Geographic and whine. I'm going to be really dissappointed when I find out that I can't go on that trip again. So I just eat milk and cookies.
onsdag, august 21, 2002
ohhhhhh goddddDAMN!
bah. I got out of bed at 6:11. I had to get pia at 6:20. I love it!
Field hockey wasn't so bad. I actually made it around all 8 laps. woo! sheisse. Then I went home and listened to pop punk because I felt bouncy.
I'm downloading from Killer@kazaa.com. yowza.
does the bookstore take back brand new books that you didn't use? does the Pope shit in the forest?
is it time for me to do something yet. god. I mean, I'm looking forward to going to Office Max today. Maybe I should go back to Europe. Speaking of Europe....if you've seen XXX....that was pretty cool. They were basically were we were. They fucking eat at a restaurant we were at. Serioulsy. that's so damn cool. I wanna see it a billion times over now. Praaaague!
ohhh man. looking at what I type on this page...it's boring as hell. I don't know. maybe I"ll get more interesting as the year progresses...but for now, well. I'm going to keep posting stupid stuff.
does anyone else want to go to the Irish Fest? aug 31- sep 1.
tirsdag, august 20, 2002
Review of Counting Crows' "Hard Candy"
 Apparently somewhere in between "This Desert Life" and the present, the band known as Counting Crows became personified into one being: Adam Duritz. Out of 18 total photos placed on the CD case and in the liner notes, Adam has 6 all to himself. There are 8 pictures of the entire band, and Adam is always in front...or doing something just… crazy! Like jumping in the air and making a silly face! Or wearing his dreadlocked hair in pigtails! There is 1 picture of Adam with two band mates (heh...who really needs to know the names of other members than Mr. Duritz) and 1 with Adam taking up most of the frame with another guy kind of peeking out from the corner. And Adam always has that grin...that grin that says..."They put me put front and center again! How bout that!" There are 2 pictures of jelly beans.
But don't get me wrong. I think Adam Duritz is the force behind the Counting Crows. When I thought about why Counting Crows was the only band that still kept my interest over the years while I watched past favorite bands like Goo Goo Dolls (yes, the Goo Goo Dolls) and Green Day put out new albums that I didn't buy, I had to wonder what exactly was it about them that I still liked. And I have to owe it to the song writing and vocals of Duritz.
Their new album "Hard Candy" contains 13 new songs plus 1 (ooo don't tell!) bonus track. It has your average happy:sad/slow:pensive song ratio as most other albums.
The "happy songs" (“Hard Candy,” “American Girls,” “If I could give all my love,” “Why should you come...”) all sound a little similar but probably could not all earn radio air play. Maybe if they had similar USA-related titles too...
Duritz writes like a teenager coming back from a fantastic camping trip: he won't stop talking about getting laid. It seems that in almost every song there's an allusion to getting busy. My favorite is “Hop on my choo choo/ I’ll be your engine driver in a bunny suit/ If you dress me up in pink and white/ We may be just a little fuzzy bout it later tonight” (“Holday in Spain.”) Who with? Courtney Cox? Maria? Oh well. But I can’t criticize this guy as much as I’m trying. He puts his songs together well, not just with the lyrics, but the way his voice seems to dance with melody variations.
I have the bad habit of judging each Counting Crows song against each previous album. (“Is this more of a ‘Recovering the Satellites’ or ‘August and Everything After?’”) The last album, “This Desert Life” was a small disappointment for me, probably due to the mediocre songs and short track list. Ok, I’m being picky, it’s probably just the short track list. “Hard Candy” captures my interest more. Like fellow pianist Ben Folds, Duritz is a storyteller who is able to convey extremely descriptive emotion in every song, whether it’s depression, love, loneliness, or boredom.
For some reason, it seems really obvious when Duritz uses his signature stylings, possibly because they are signature. The use of weather, time (usually early morning…) and the names of cities re-occur throughout the record. Also repeating some phrase that we don’t understand at the end of songs (“Good Time”) is reminiscent of “August and Everything After.” Are such techniques becoming too cliché or am I just being a jerk?
Maybe what you don’t understand from this review is that I do like the album. My favorites being “Black and Blue,” “Miami,” “Holiday in Spain,” and hell, I like that damn single. One thing I think we’ve all noticed is how the Crows have aged. Yes, yes they have. Looking at the double-leafed picture of the band, it would be hard for even the oldest teeny-bopper to call them pop stars. But these men make good music. Maybe too much emphasis is placed on the front man (though I can definitely see him going solo) but hopefully they won’t quit what they’re doing anytime soon. As long as there are lonely nights in California and Duritz keeps getting frisky, I think they will.
“So I put my head on the ground
And the sky is a wheel
Spinning these days into things that I’ve lost
But you can keep all the years
But I don’t mind the days gone rolling away
Cause this sunlight
Feels warm on my face today.” (Goodnight L.A.)
søndag, august 18, 2002
There are cousins at my house. One is asleep on the couch and the other is registering for college, which starts in three days for her. They are so silly! My dad is rocking in a rocking chair and it is squeaking squeak squeak. Sheesh. My mom is going crazy and being rude. Last night I saw "Vanilla Sky" which led me to the conclusion that if x = Vanilla Sky then (x - scifi)^10 = Mulholland Drive. Which I'm sure everyone will disagree with but I say, let them disagree. It's not that important to me, since neither film is. I also watched the Life of Brian, which I have decided is the best religious film ever.
Speaking of religion I went to church today. It's funny. I keep pushing them back and they keep drawing me in. I haven't seen these people all summer and they still say hi and use my name. The youth pastor is so nice but I just can't be his best friend like he wants me to be. Convo:
jack: well did you take pictures?
kj: oh yeah
jack: well I'd be intereseted in seeing them....the senior high is going to have a Mission Trip picture party if you wanted to go and bring your pictures....
kj: (smiles sadly)
jack: I realize that would be awkward.....
and doug, the bell choir director, who I had been planning to write a letter to explaining why i couldn't do bell choir anymore
doug: are you going to be playing bells with us this year?
kj: well....about that.....
doug: is it getting up? You can come around 11:30
kj: no....it's not that....it's...it's....
doug: yes?
kj: the church......I just don't..................................connect with the church
doug: (seems kind of relieved) ohhh I see... you're just kind of finding your own way right now. Well I just still want you connected to the music part.
kj: sure.
doug: so you'll be there? our first practice is the 3rd sunday in september
kj: ok
god I'm a sucker.
hmm. I'm under house arrest till I write those damn thank you notes. GODDAMMIT. and tomorrow my OTHER cousins are coming. sheesh. heh. do you like reading my church conversations? they're not even funny. oh but church is funny. especially when you see Tommy Bailey there. piece
lørdag, august 17, 2002
I am supposed to be writing a thank-you note to my family in La Ciotat. And to mrs. Miller. chyeah. Instead, i'm going to waste time on the internet. and maybe write a review.
sheesh. It's funny to say that i'm the first person to move stuff into a dorm. well, it wasn't a dorm. It was Twin Oaks. and it wasn't my stuff, it was my cousin's. But I'll be damned if she moved shit.
so yeah, I was pissed today because I got up early for really no reason and had to move someone's shit that they really didn't help and had to make people wait and stuff. But I'm over it. And I spilled their damn yogurt on my foot. heh.
What's cool:
311 concert
rain
videos
the new Price Chopper
dreams
"Atomic Food"
torsdag, august 15, 2002
"take the national express...."
there is so much cheese at my house. HOnestly. No one from my house should be allowed to go to COstCo. We have like twenty croissants too. It's like I'm back in France. By the way, my scrapbook is the shit.
I think I've been to Shane's house three times in the last week.
Hillary called me on the cell phone and told me to look at the moon and it was awesome. it was a half moon, and humongous and all yellowish.
everytime I go to feed Pia's cat it always seems like I'm late. and it always meows at me....like it's so pissed and hungry that it's going to eat me.
it sucks how:
school is going start
excercising requires time, energy, repeptition and getting up early
Prague is flooded
what?
sha na na
tirsdag, august 13, 2002
goddammit. I dont' know if it's XP or Road Runner that's fucking up. Stupid technology. Bastards won't let me do shit. Damn. I just should take a break from the computer.
Today I went and bought my books. It was weird, since there were people there....first time in a while to see...Erneisha. Haha. Katie's mom was there. haha. Katie.
I'm so tired too. hm. I realized that I never do anything. I have plenty of things to do I guess, but no motivation. No. No motivation. aw.
Did anyone else re-read Calvin and Hobbes when they were older and understood more of the big words?
I can play that bass part in "Jackson Cannery." Damn I'm cool.
My head hurts. I should clean up the mess I leave wherever I live. Like in front of the computer.
The Royal Tenenbaums is NOT on sale at Blockbuster.
mandag, august 12, 2002
heh....I think my piercing is infected. Yeah, drunken marines!
lørdag, august 10, 2002
Do you realize
That you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realize
We're floating in space?
Do you realize
That happiness makes you cry?
Do you realize
That everyone you know someday will die?
And instead of saying all of your good-byes
Let them know you realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do you realize?
Do you realize
That you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realize?
hmm.
I really like the About a Boy soundtrack. I like this damn computer.
mandag, august 05, 2002
woo.
yeah, kjerstin/
so I'm back from my awesome trip. It feels really damn good to be home, probably because there was so much damn trouble with the flights. I could talk about it, but I don't want to complain. It's just more memories. Even though we were all tired. We got a bunch of vouchers though. Vouchers are so much fun.
So my trip rocked. I love the world, I love Europe, I love America. I love you!
hmmm. it was nice to be home. I'm sure I'll hate it here in a couple of days, but oh well. I've got this nifty new computer with a nifty new server and my nifty new schedule. yay. I wish I had more intelligent things to say. I don't know. I've lost the blogging touch. I'm not interesting anymore. There's just so much I could write about my trip. maybe I will. wheeeee
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