Dear lord.

This made my week.

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Okay.

I've made a doctor's appointment for tomorrow after class. Wish me well.

The truth.

I'm really sad, but I have my reasons.

Sal Bossio - Fix Us

Oh, Sal.

Oh, Andy.

Get Him To The Greek - Jeffrey Scene

One of the best movies I've ever seen.

LOL

I haven't even posted about Alex in about two months. What. This is all in one day, by the way.

People search for things that don't even matter. Seriously, how the fuck did "tatoo" and "tatuaje" even lead here?

Oh, yeah, apparently Alex has some kind of new tattoo or something in their latest released song. It's a pretty good song. "R U Mine?". Your best choice to go to Arctic Monkeys US, guys. Google that.

I knew it was going to be an off day the moment I woke up.

I knew today was going to be different. I woke up to no water in the house today. They actually shut off the whole street's water. This is how the city solved it:

I didn't want to walk outside to take the pictures, but you get it.

I don't like people and a couple other things and why.

I write on here not because anyone's reading, but because I actually do look back and read on the things I write on here. I like remembering nice days and shit because that's what I do when I feel like I have less to live for.

I just feel really bad right now. I have bad anxiety and I have since I was a kid. I freeze up, my knees start shaking and my hands clench because if I don't, they shake too.

I don't like being in small spaces or even under the covers because I feel like I can't breathe. I don't like tunnels because I fear they might all collapse on me. I fear elevators. I don't like clowns because they get too close for comfort. I don't like people. That's why I don't feel like ever talking in front of a big crowd or talking to strangers. I don't like standing in line with strangers and I hate every bus ride as long as there's more than 20 people on it.

I like everything that's familiar to me and things only become familiar to me if they pose no threat or unorganization. That's the only time I ever let anyone or anything into my life. I don't like things that aren't organized or wrongly placed. In my life, things have to be in pairs or in a grid system or completely messed up to the point where it's messily organized. If things aren't going to be in order or in pairs, I want it to be so fucked up that I can't count or organize anything on the spot. That's the only time I give up on anything, when I can't handle it on the spot.

I don't trust people. This is why I don't go to parties, I don't go to the mall, nor going to the beach. It's rare when I actually do because it's not all bad. When I'm familiar with something, I'll get over it, but I don't know why I just don't like taking the first step to do anything. I like that about me though. At least it takes a bit of reasoning for me to go and do something. I don't like impulsive actions and if I've said something I've done's impulsive, guess what? I've probably thought about it for months already. Saying it's an impulse is just a really easy way to get questions off your back.

I don't like doing things I don't want to. If I don't get used to it within a week or fall completely in love with something, it's not important and I'm willing to pay the price to just make it disappear. My priorities are sorted by how much I love things and how important I think it is.

I'm also not fond of being confronted, but a lot of people actually do like that shit. I don't. People judge you and I know it's nothing important, but to me, it's always been a problem because I'm so damn pugnacious. I don't like being pushed to the point where I have to argue my point across because it used to always resort in violence. I don't like confrontation because if it's going to blow up, it's going to blow up all the way. That's why people think I'm shy or timid or a fucking pussy. It's not because I don't have the words to come back at you with. It's not because I don't like being yelled at. It's because I'm hardheaded and I'll always think I'm right and if I have to argue to put my point across, why don't I just close the case completely and get over with it?

I don't want to hear anyone's reasoning. It's always been that way. I like talking and debating as long as people don't try to show what they think down my throat because once they do that, I don't want to hear it anymore. Once I don't want to hear it, I'm blunt. I'll tell you to shut the fuck up, but you won't because it's unfair to you that I cut you off so quickly. Then, you'll start to continue, I'll hold back and we'll go back and forth a couple times. Then, I'll fucking lose it if you don't lose it first and it becomes a fight. That's why I hold back all the fucking time. It's because I don't want to end up getting into some big fucking fight to trying to prove to you that I don't want to admit I'm wrong. I hold back and bottle up all my problems, which ends up with me getting more anxiety.

The physical fights don't happen often at all of course. They've only happened a couple times in my life and when they did, I kind of blank out, throwing punches, and I don't even notice I'm doing anything until it's over. To be honest, if I ever get married, I'll already have filed for divorce before things get violent. I'd never throw a fucking frying pan at my husband unless it's for self-defense. I don't like violence, but it's horrible. It's a human condition. People have their pressure points and things get violent. It just depends on how patient they are. It's even in natural wild. Animals will fight for what they want to protect whether it's food, territory or whatever. For me, it's the way I think things should be in my life.

People usually back off before it gets physical or don't have the time to actually sit there and try to change my mind. If I'm being honest with you enough to even get to that level of debate, let's be frank, I don't expect you to be the person to try to change the way I think, reason or act. I don't want to even get to that level of arguing where it gets out of hand. That's what I'm most afraid of. Things getting out of hand. Things getting out of order, unorganized and not according to plan. If things get out of order, I don't want to be conscious enough to realize that it's getting out of order.

Annoyed by every fucking one and thing.

Every little thing is going to piss me off right now.

The small sounds.

Tumblr fan girls.

Shrill sirens.

The color of red.

Shitty gifts that I have from people I don't fucking like.

The feeling of my skin crawling.

My fucking phone going off.

All the shit on my walls, which are all going to come down right now.

I know all my problems are very first world right now, but my head is killing me. I used to be able to repress my memories so fucking well. Now, it's like all hell's broken loose in my mind.

It's best for anyone not to contact me for the next couple days.

Buried a Lie (Acoustic) - Senses Fail (and a bit of a story)

Alright, so the reasons why I'm posting this video is because:
1) I saw Buddy Nielsen at Costco yesterday.
2) I got really nostalgic afterwards.

My first concert was Taste of Chaos 2007. Senses Fail were there and I was a fan. Not as big a fan I was of The Used, the reason why I was there, but a good fan until something else came along. Yesterday, I was standing in line at Costco, saw some guy, recognized his face and saw him with his girlfriend (or I guess I can assume she was, could have been a friend. I wouldn't know).

It was Buddy Nielsen, lead singer of Senses Fail. I knew it was him because I silently flipped a shit and quickly Googled a picture of him on my phone to make sure it was him. It was him alright. Neck tattoo of a blue-accented woman on the right side of his neck, knuckle tattoos. Unless, there's a clone of him, I'm 98 percent sure it's him. I could be wrong, but I have really strong gut feelings and they're usually right.

I don't know why, but I didn't have the balls to go up to him. Mainly because he was with a girl. I mean, I just didn't want to impose and I Googled some other shit and deduced perhaps it was best to just leave him alone. Apparently, he had to write a blog entry to backfire at some stupid rumors. So, yeah. I thought it was best to leave him alone to his Sunday shopping.

It just felt so weird to see some guy that you looked up to when you were 14 and he so casually rolled his shopping cart out to his car. I guess when you're 14, you don't really go "these guys are people too" and now that you're a couple years older, you didn't really see that coming because you just managed to forget about the guy. Plus, I thought he lived in New Jersey. So, my thought was, "of all the Costcos, really? Astoria?"

Now, I'm just feeling nostalgic as fuck and listening to Senses Fail. It was a weird day.

I also saw my sister's friend that I haven't seen in about two, three years at the supermarket. I recognized him right away, but it was just weird. I didn't really wave at him until he recognized my mom.

Yeah. That's pretty much that.

Wait...

Elton's party is for AIDs awareness.

All is fair and lovely. ♥

Fucking Oscars.

I sat through the fucking pre-show of idiots talking about dresses to see Benedict Cumberbatch just to learn the mother fucker was at Elton John's viewing party with Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka.

Holy shit and there's something wrong with their microphones. It's making a weird feedback sound that's making this whole show hard to watch.

This is gonna be a disappointing year for the Academy Awards.

Proof

Gigi wanted proof that I went out tonight. Here. I'm eating dinner with some family. The end.

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This class is endless.

Why can't we just write about three essays and call it a day?

This sharing our answers shit is killing me. Gigi just beat me with a bag of pretzels, but fuck your shit, Geraldine.

My day basically went like this:

• Woke up
• Ate
• Waited for Gigi to come over
• Did my essay
• Procrastination
• Helped Gigi with her essay
• She left
• Ranice came over with family
• Ate
• Watched basketball
• Shat bricks over what is the epicness of Landry Fields. Please search for "Landry Fields Modell's Employee" or something like that to understand.
• Ice cream
• That's it.

Here's some photographical proof:

Well, what's going on here is me using my iPad to control my laptop while Gigi wasn't aware. I took a picture on my laptop via my iPad control, which confused the shit out of her, thus leaving us with this picture I laughed a straight five minutes over.

Wilco - Heavy Metal Drummer

I fucking love this song.

Bright Eyes - Easy / Lucky / Free

I fucking love this song.

The Charlatans - Your Pure Soul

I fucking love this song.

I made chocolate cake with Vanessa.

SLC Punk! is a fucking great film.

Holy shit, this film. I've never thought this film would be as good as it actually is. I watched it today and it was brilliant.

You need to watch this film. I especially love the line drawn between fashion and real anarchism. I've had this problem with people who dress the part, but don't fight for the causes that are sprawled across their shirts. Just like the 21st century so-called hippies who don fucking peace signs on their shirts, bracelets, and earrings with a pair of military pants all purchased from Forever 21. Go fuck yourself, kids.

And the irony. Oh, the irony. I love how in the end, in order to fight the system, Stevo must destroy it from the inside out. How ironic that the "last real punk" of Utah ended up working for the system because it was his last way to at least piss off parts of the system.

This whole film also marks the naivety of kids going through a phase that we have all gone through. There comes a line between a rebellious age and the realness of being an anarchist. As far as most kids have the balls to do, the closest thing to anarchy is breaking a couple windows and moving out of their parents' house until the recession fucks them up and they admit defeat by moving back in.

However, there will never be real clearance of what makes a real anarchist, is there? Especially from someone like me? What the fuck do I know about anarchism? Just because I watched a few fucking films about a couple punks? Actually, ignore everything. I'm just rambling by now.

This film can't be summed up easily. It's much more fun to watch than write about it.

There's something deeper here that's missing and I deleted a whole entire part in here because I got way too political. I'm not gonna sit here and talk about politics. Mainly it's because I'm not really too secure about talking about politics. Sometimes you gotta be Goddamned accurate with your facts with political shit and I for sure am not gonna do the research.

I think this film speaks for itself, so you have to watch it to at least know what I mean and why I can't just talk about it without getting into deep detail.

Omg

There's a fan-fiction of Jesus and Hitler homoerotica. Holy fuck.

Reading a sentence of it alone is a sin. I feel so uncomfortable. Thanks a lot, Tumblr. I need to go to a safe place.

This is pleasant.

Loosely packed bus due to February break for high school kids is a plus for college kids.

Well, I'm sitting on this bus, slightly jaded. I'm bored with this city. I love my home, but the same routes, the same people, the same damn city everyday is exhausting me and boring me at the same time.

I wanna get out of this city. Just for a little bit. Just to catch some sun and fresh air. Long Island and New Jersey doesn't do it for me anymore. I need somewhere new.

Who's up for a roadtrip?

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My life is organized for once.

It just took a little bit of self-control. Now, I have the rest of the week mapped out quite neatly. I've got back ups for factors that may not fall through correctly.

I however, still need to get some things out of the way. The first thing to start with is factors that I bring forward that make things difficult for myself.

Wish me luck this week.

Okay.

So, I've been out of it recently, not really writing here. So far, I've hung out with some friends and co-started a Molliarty blog on Tumblr.

I've cleaned my room, which is the biggest fucking task I've done in a long time. I can see my desk again and I can actually sit in a chair again.

What else... Oh, yes. I've been writing stories again. Nothing too profound, but at least I'm getting something down. it feels good to get some words out. I used to do it everyday, but now I'm lucky to have a paragraph of creative writing out.

What else... Oh yeah, I ordered an oven. My oven's been broken for ages, so we're getting a new convection oven on Wednesday. Do you know how long it's been since I baked a cake? Fucking six years or something.

I'll try posting a bit more on here. It seems like I've gone over to the Tumblr side of the internet, but you know, I've had this blog for three, four years. I won't get over it any time soon.

OH, and I've joined the Linsanity. I've always been a NBA fan occasionally, but for once, I'm excited for basketball again. Yes, man. Let's go, Knicks. For once, New York could possibly be good at all sports. Hockey, football, baseball AND basketball.

Yes.

I'm writing again.

This class.

Someone just fucking kill me already. 18 minutes in and I'm so bored.

I'm going to work on my Molliarty.

The Matches - Wake The Sun

Such a great song. You, guys. Comeback tour.

Wow.

I was one day late.

On July 8th, 2009, I posted the video to "Salty Eyes" on my blog out of nostalgia.

On July 9th, 2009, they announced they were going on hiatus, which just means they're broken up.

Now, I'm fucking sad that I don't pay attention.

The Matches - Chain Me Free

What was I so occupied with in 2009 that I didn't realize this band went into "hiatus"? Well, Shawn officially left the band and it even matter that I found out tonight.

This band was so fucking good. I miss them so much. I literally don't remember having one friend into the Matches. It's a little sad that I was never able to rave over this band with someone.

Crying because...

The Matches were so good. I miss them so much. They actually made really good music.

I blasted "Chain Me Free" during a shower and I was feeling so damn nostalgic that it tears me up like crazy on the inside. Oh, "Salty Eyes" just came on. Now, I'm sad as fuck.

Amy Winehouse.

Everything is pissing me off.

Sir, you are a fucking moron. Go fuck yourself.

Top 10 most played items on my iTunes.

The plays would've actually be much higher if I had my old laptop's numbers. Obviously Lapse would be number one by now and Ode to a Nightingale would be like number four.

Now playing...

What I use Pandora for.

Mainly, classics.

What I did for Valentine's Day.

• School, but after I went to Starbucks. Awkward as fuck. Everyone was in a horrible mood. The tension was unbearable. Thankfully Gigi came to my rescue.
• Went to Gigi's house. Tuned her God forsaken guitar for once. Played music like hypebeasts.
• Went to my house with Gigi.
• Went food shopping.
• Got home and spent a couple hours going on Timeline and making fun of Shrinny.
• Made fun of people in the yearbook.
• Wallow in singleness.
•  Wings, pork chops, mash, AND cake.

Happy Valentine's day. I hope you had a good one, regardless if you were single or not.

Mash, Buffalo wings, porkchops.

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Valentine's day cake.

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Part Two

We are funny people.

Grammy Awards: Part Two

1) Don't get cocky, Chris Brown. You're still a convicted felon.

2) Adele deserves all the awards. What a beautiful voice. Can't believe I doubted her. Her surgeon deserves all the awards as well.

3) Paul McCartney's first performance was my favorite. Just brilliant. I will be buying that album.

4) Go away, Taylor Swift.

5) The whole Deadmau5, David Guetta, Chris Brown, and Foo Fighters thing was very odd. The best part was Foo Fighters.

6) Nicki Minaj was the biggest troll of the night. Claps for you, man. Claps for you.

7) It truly was Lady Gaga's quietest night, wasn't it?

8) Jennifer Hudson did that song justice. No one else could have been a better choice.

Grammy Awards: Part One

1) Bruce Springsteen honestly set the standard of the whole show. Thus, making me feel excited for the next few performances.

2) LL Cool J made a pretty good introduction. A prayer for Whitney, but quickly changing the serious mood to something lovely. The way he spoke highly of Adele and called Paul McCartney an OG was great.

3) Bruno Mars' performance was good. I had no idea he could dance like that. Him portraying a bit of James Brown is great. I'm glad someone is into renewing soul in popular music. Just... Don't touch another Amy Winehouse song.

4) I don't find Chris Brown special at all. All the drama aside, I'm disappointed that he's lip syncing his performance. Also, his dance moves aren't that spectacular neither.

5) Kelly Clarkson got on stage with Jason Aldean, so I switched to the BAFTAs. Hahaha. Stephen Fry is fucking hilarious.

6) The Foo Fighters will forever be one of the greatest bands to grace a stage. Fucking respect.

I will be live blogging the Grammy Awards.

I'm about to be snowed in tonight, so there's nothing else to do.

So far this is what happened/my thoughts:

-I've gained Sonny's phone number.
-I've emotionally tortured myself with thoughts of From First To Last reuniting.
-I've swooned over Neil Patrick Harris.
-Where the fuck is John Mayer?
-Nicki Minaj came as a cardinal and brought the Pope as a date.
-Why is Matt Nathanson still not recognized?
-PAUL MCFUCKINGCARTNEY is performing tonight.
-I fucking hate the two bitches reporting on the TV Guide red carpet pre-show.. They know nothing about music and it's as though they're just there to swoon over all the dudes.
-Oh, look, it's Robyn.

Like a proud mama.

Sonny won 3/5 awards so far. My heart is just going booooooshhhhh all over the place.

This is funny and nice at the same time.

You can't see, but it started to snow bollocks.

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I have too many feels right now.

Good to know they still have love for him.

THEY CALLED HIM SONNY MOORE.

My emotions. I can't control them.

Grammy Awards tonight.

Okay, regardless of how odd it is for Sonny to be nominated, I hope he gets to bring at least one of the five awards home. I want to see his acceptance speech.

Also, fingers crossed for Foo Fighters take it home too.

That is all.

Asian Secrets

This is ALL true.

Damnit. I need to stop slacking.

IN ONE HOUR

50 minutes of the hours

Spent on Youtube

Spent on Tumblr

Spent on Blogger

Spent on mini-naps

Spent on doing everything that you're not doing in the next 10 minutes.

Next ten minutes that remain in the hour

Get dressed. Put on a shirt and pants.

Ha.

A number of people have actually told me they actually read my blog. I wonder how many of you actually think my angriest posts are about you. Someone's actually asked. I don't give answers, but I only have one reply in mind:

If you think it's about you, you probably hold some of those shitty traits.

I've never pointed fingers or called out a name. If you know it's about you, it's about you. You're telling yourself that by letting your paranoia and conscience peak through. If anything I could have been writing about no one. Coincidentally, you're just letting yourself mentally admit that you're who I'm talking about.

As for names, good luck getting one out of me. I like making things vague. It causes people to go into a guessing game and if you have to ask who, either a) You have nothing to do with it or b) I won.

Truth.

Bad people writing good things, thus counteracting upon their own words are just hypocrites in short.

Basically, that's all of us.

I cannot begin to stress how many hypocrites I know that has stretched the word so far, it's disgusting. I'm not going to sit here and say I'm not a hypocrite. I've said I never wanted to smoke, yet I have a couple cigarettes still on me. I've said I don't believe in God, when sometimes I find myself talking to him. I've said a lot of things that I've turned back on, but almost always I've admitted that I am a hypocritical person weakened by the temptations of things I've set against through my broken morals.

It's just the people who play this whole "holier than thou" act. It's a joke how clean some people are willing to pretend to be. How can you sit there and act like you've never done something you done a million times? You can't start with a completely clean slate when you're still tracking mud. We can see it. It's your shoe size. We know where you've been.

Is that why you're hiding from us? Trying to get rid of everything that has a holdfast of your past? Is that why you're creating new illusions of your new found "perfect" image? You can't cover a shitfest by throwing a bed of roses over it. At least have some decency to cover it up a little better or admit that you are who the hell you were or still are.

Ugh.

I hate family events so much. Mainly because they're not even family and people who are actually blood related are halfway around the world and I don't know them.

God fucking damnit. Watch me waste away my way doing nothing fun.

Life in a Day

Today I watched Life in a Day, which is a documentary/collaborative film that consists of different videos from different individuals from all over the world. The videos were filmed on July 24th, 2010 and were sent in via the YouTube community. The videos were watched, sorted and sewn together to produce this brilliant film.

Unscripted and viewing the whole world on a scale of time that seems to pass so emptily as we live, this film surpassed what I expected. This film not only serves as a periscope up into the other side of the world, but a reflection of ourselves.

From children to adults, city folks to rural residents, first world to third world countries. The world is beautifully woven together in this film to show how different and how much more alike we are from people we would never imagine meeting.

This film is brilliant. It's gorgeous and has a great soundtrack. The reality of things will turn this film into something that will emotionally move you through different levels. It slightly reminds me of Discovery Channel's "The World is Awesome" commercial.

As different as we all may feel from each other, ultimately, we are quite alike. Beautifully, amazingly human.

5/5 stars, obviously. I never do a review of a film I don't find absolutely astonishing.

Well...

Whitney Houston is dead.

This is fucking sad.

Fuck.

I've thrown up more this week than I have the last five years.

Help. I do not like being sick. It's disgusting.

My set up

It's also pissing my family off because there's cables and cords everywhere and they have to jump over them.

I like making them do that. It's humorous.

Butch Walker - "Out Of Focus" [Documentary Trailer]

Fucking finally. I think one of my first posts is about Butch Walker and Sycamore Meadows, which honestly is forever one of my top ten albums.

Okay.

So, I spent the whole day on Netflix at a friend's house and now that I'm home, I'm still on Netflix.

I watched:

-Sherlock again
-A couple episodes of Doctor Who
-Star Trek
-Into the Universe with Stephen Hawking
-A couple episodes of Demetri Martin's Important Things
-Luxury Comedy
-A bit of the Boosh
-And some Arctic Monkeys performances

Jesus. What a great way to waste the day. I don't like using the word "nerd" to describe myself, but damn, if I had to, today I watched some pretty nerdy things and I'm about to add to it by watching some Lord of The Rings.

I regret nothing.

Thank you, Mr. Martin

Being John Malkovich

I finally got around to watching this movie. Can I just say it's one of the most brilliant films I've seen in a long time. It's trippy, imaginative, and emits the perfect amount of oddness: plentiful.

John Malkovich plays himself in such a perfect way that you honestly start to believe that this portal, this one small door into Malkovich's mind exists. The 7 1/2 floor, the idea of humans using other humans as an experience or a vessel to another life. It's so perfectly written and acted out.

The highlight of greed and blind love is so brilliantly portrayed in this film. The idea of playing God with puppets, being able to feel what someone else feels, see what someone else sees is something I've always thought about, but never quite knew how to portray in writing without sounding crazy. This film however, is as crazy as most can get and it's all so amazing done with this film.

I know this is quite an old movie, but it's timeless. It examines more than just a fantastical situation, but the everlasting idea of greed, lust, and the longing of playing God. I love this movie and how funny it can be. Especially the bit where no one can say what movie Malkovich has been in.

If I was still writing for the paper, I'd write this review regardless of how old this movie is and rate it 5/5.

P.S. I think Bruce Willis is who they thought Malkovich was, AKA the jewel thief. I might be mistaken, but I'm too lazy to do that much research.

Hey, man. Where are you?

The Gift of Paralysis.

Excuse me as I weep.

Man, sometimes I miss you so much.

You were so smart. You were so free loving, kind, and caring. You didn't live under the confines of anything. You even dressed better. You spoke like a human being, intelligent but not constantly searching the thesaurus for a better word. Everything you did flowed so naturally. Now you're just robotic.

It's all different now and I miss you so much.

No idea what the source is...

But, this was the first picture of Ryan Hunter I drew, loved and had plastered over the walls.

Maybe it was because 14 year old me was obsessive in the sense of creepy. Well, not much has changed, but this picture just makes me so damn nostalgic.

Man, I miss Envy On The Coast so much. Not so much Ryan Hunter because there's North Korea with Brian Byrne. I think I mostly miss the amazing dynamic of all the instruments put together. Sal's guitar and keys acting with Brian's guitar. The way Ryan's voice worked with Sal's keys and his body moved with Jeremy Velardi's bass. Especially the way they moved with it. They really got into the music. Such passion. I mean, I'm not saying their current music is not passionate. They're all passionate about music. You can just tell by they way they moved on stage. It's just not the same.

Well, I guess the albums will always be proof that they're always a reason to be nostalgic. They really did make some of the best music I've ever heard. So far, nothing has topped them.

Okay, here is a treat.

Been incompetent in posts recently. Here's some Ben.

Alright...

Never again.

Jeremy Lin - Knicks vs Nets

My nonexistent dick swelled with Asian pride when this happened.

QOTD

“No, I’m quite a rationalist. I’m not superstitious. I think life is too full of natural wonders and logical complexities to worry about illogical things.”
-Benedict Cumberbatch

Sir, I am the most asexual human being in public, but can we just get it on so we can have offspring with a mind as brilliant as yours?

If you're reading this,

Let's go tanning.

I'm so serious.

Okay, wow.

I learned how American football works in one night. Interesting, but not my niche. Mainly because it's an annoying sport with annoying fans.

However, it was fun to see the Giants win. I got paid and everyone kind of... blew up and shit was a little colorful for a bit.

Well, I'm just looking forward to the Olympics, the only time I give a shit about sports (other than the NBA).

Congratulations, Giants and all you people who won money tonight. I sure did.

Football

I kinda hate it.

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Super Bowl

No idea what's going on, but I'm watching it with Rosa and Jessie's friends.

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Emotional and nostalgic.

So, Rosa had just left. We spent the whole day doing nothing, but watching videos and movies on my laptop-TV set up. It was pretty nice and relaxing.

We searched up a lot of old songs, including The Used's "On My Own". Hey, if you've seen my post of my top five songs, this song actually makes the list, thus knocking off "You Only Live Once" by The Strokes. It's one of the most important songs in my life after "Lapse" and "Gravity".

Fall Out Boy - What A Catch, Donnie

This was such a disgustingly, perfect ending to Fall Out Boy. It was just a big slap in the face of a hint that they were going to call it quits. Well, calling it quits in the form of a hiatus.

The word hiatus is horrible. Bands barely come out of it.

The references, Brendon and Spencer being there, the sinking ship, and the song itself. Pete is supposedly the man/captain left on the sinking ship. He had a part where he is shown saluting, but I read that that was edited out.

I lost it when "Where is your boy tonight?" was sung. Childhood. I was what? 13?

These feels. I can't hold them.

Taking Back Sunday - MakeDamnSure

Forever my favorite lineup of TBS. FOREVER.

Why am I doing this to myself? So many flashbacks.

Fall Out Boy - Sugar, We're Goin Down

Please come back.

I'm all sad now. I miss 2006 or whatever year this was.

Panic! At The Disco: I Write Sins Not Tragedies

I wish people would still put as much effort into their music videos as much as they did back then.

Jesus, look at fucking everything in this video. It was so perfect.

Simple Plan - Shut Up!

This song will always be relevant to every single 13 year old's life.

ALWAYS.

My God, I used to be in love with ALL of them. Every single song, all their lyrics and they way they dressed. Look at David. Look at that mother fucker with his Green Day bass. I used to think they were so cool.

Man, I wish times were still like that, to be honest. I'm taking a trip down memory lane, so expect a shitload of videos from the last decade. Don't forget I was a kid once too.

Head Automatica - Graduation Day

Holy fuckkkk. Robert was talking to me about this today. I totally remember this shit.

My childhood. Holy fuck. It's all coming back.

Thank you, Rob, man.

Damien Rice - Delicate

I love this song. It used to bring just images of Simon's creeping into Sally's bed whilst being invisible and creepy. Now, it just brings me images of something else. It's grown on me so much more than I've expected.

Alright...

So, I'm done with my homework. Man, I slacked so much.

Well, hopefully tomorrow will be easy and quick. I just want another day off. I don't like college... at all. I mean, I like it. The lifestyle is great. I've had more free time to go out to Long Island than I've expected (sorry about today, guys), and slept more than I'm supposed to. I just... I've grown very lazy.

I mean, it's hard to get a "real" job. I mean I'm working for my dad's company as an assistant... so it kind of counts as a "real" job, right?

Besides doing paperwork, I've had more free time than I can handle. Hopefully this hookah lounge thing pulls through. God knows we need it.

Third Star.

I watched Third Star today. There are feelings inside of me that I can't hold.

The underlying message of it makes me want to love life so much more.

I hate Benedict Cumberbatch. That brilliant bastard.

Oh. Wow.

I thought my friends were wrong. They're not.

Series Four (2012)

On 16 December 2011, Digital Spy revealed that the show was renewed for a fourth series.^[9] A few days later, it was revealed that series stars Antonia Thomas (Alisha) and Iwan Rheon (Simon) would not be returning in the fourth series.

Now, all my theories have gone to fuck all.

Oh, my sweet lord.

The second episode of Luxury Comedy.

For once, I couldn't really expect anything. It was just so trippy throughout the whole thing. I almost want to take a little something and watch it, just to see how much more trippy it can be.

It's fucking amazing, this new episode and there's a lot more reasons than the last one.

1. There's so much dancing and singing. Noel's dancing and singing is great. I think he tried to establish that in the Boosh with stuff like "Eels" and "Love Games", but this new show is really art and music-centric.

2. New characters. Ghost of a Flea has Sunflash's laugh. That's all that needs to be said. Jelly Fox. Holy shit, the Jelly Fox skit is still creepy as it was in Noel's exhibition.

3. Mike is actually playing more than one character.

4. I'm pretty sure that the Sting Ray, Tony Reason is going to be the new Moon.

5. Okay, they're a female lead for once. Let's see where this goes. Dolly is fiesty as hell and puts Noel in his place. This is where I'll stop comparing it to the Boosh. I haven't decided whether I like Dolly yet. I didn't like her until the last part where she goes "Is it a joke or a concept?" and basically puts Noel in his place.

Well, I can't wait until next Thursday now. I love this show.

No regrets. Just Cumberbatch.

New opportunities, man.

Shit is in the works. I'm excited.

I also heard, if you run a business, it's good to register for a gun. How true is that?

I swear.

Every fucking person I like dresses up in drag. Look at those arms and that chest hair.

Has Alex Turner ever worn a dress? Seriously. I know Jamie has.

Inseparable (Full version)

I have no more feelings. They've all evaporated.

The best commercial ever.

The Fall // Wholock

PLEASE MOFFAT. PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN.

QOTD

"I always seem to be cast as slightly wan, ethereal, troubled intellectuals or physically ambivalent bad lovers. But I’m here to tell you I’m quite the opposite in real life. In fact I’m a f**king fantastic lover." -Benedict Cumberbatch

What's that sound? Oh. That's the sound of my ovaries being blown up. POWWSHHHHHH.

Dim Sum.

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Happy Birthday, dad.

I love you very, very, very much.

You are such a great man and I know me and you are very alike. I owe you so much and I will pay you back.

Love,
Your favorite child, the middle one... who's perfect.

Coincidence or fate?

Okay, so I used to write horoscopes for the school newspaper and everyone would come up to me and ask "Did you get these off the internet?" since they seemed really accurate. Well, I just wrote about people I knew who happened to be the signs they are. Turns out, even strangers thought they were accurate and I've never spoken to them before.

Well, turns out it might not be the sun or the stars horoscopers are looking at, but it's you. I mean, for all the horoscopes I've written, I've based it off the problems of people I've known and the majority of those people agreed "it's sooooo like me".

However, I went online to check out horoscope profiles just to see how accurate it can be.

Well, fuck. If people are using my method, then, damn. People who are born in the same time period really do act the same. This is so accurate, I have no idea how to feel. So, I'll write it out... my thinking process of whatever.

1. I fucking hate spandex and cheap pleather.
2. "Big Bones" = Fat. Aiight, you got it.
3. Stubborn as fuck.
4. I hate sudden changes.
5. I hate insecurity.
6. I like cooking, making things physically in my hands.
7. I like music to an extreme level. I am quite musical. Piano, guitar, ukulele... if only I could just commit to one.
8. I'm a sucker for romantic movies. For fuck's sake, my favorite movie is Elizabethtown.
9. Best environment is a secluded home close to nature? Damn, you got it. I fucking hate living in the city sometimes. If I could live in the damn woods, I would.
10. Uncompromising? I'll give you that. I don't like compromising. It makes me feel weak. It pisses me off when I have to change the way I think or act because it's not convenient for you.
11. I'm pretty patient. I guess I like giving people a chance before walking away completely. I mean, tonight definitely tested my patience. I waited alone with a bike for about 40 minutes in front of a diner like a loser. I also once waited for my mom for five hours in a empty waiting room because her doctors were slacking. I also once waited a whole hour in 32 degrees weather waiting for everyone when we were going out for a friend's birthday. I've had an needle in my arm for two hours until they told me the MRI machines was broken down. I used to spend six hours in parks, writing until I was able to go home again... but that was my problem.
12. I guess I'm "dependable" when I want to be. I don't like being the person who walks away. However, I have to be willing to do it. Otherwise, I will flake if I really don't want to. If I've flake more often on the same thing, the truth is, I just don't want to. There's not much you can do to change my mind at that point (ref: #3; #10.)
13. Practical? I don't really know the real definition of this. I mean, how do you differ what is important and luxurious? Some people think art and music is practical. Others think family is the main priority. Some put money before all. Others think it's all about love. I happen to be someone who finds all these things important.
14. "Complications". Of course I don't like complications. Who the fuck does? The people who do just like a challenge and at the end of that challenge, they seek approval of others. In the end, it doesn't really matter. Those people are more weak than the people who dislike complications. I dislike complications because I can always find a easy way out. I don't get why people must take a maze when there's a straight path right next to it. Maybe this is where "practical" comes in. I'd rather miss all the hidden shit that's in the maze and get straight to the results. Complications. I could look at this in so many ways, but this post is getting too long.

Well, I'm tired. I got lazy towards the end of this post. I don't know how many typos or problems are in this. Well, yeah. You get the point. Horoscopes are pretty legitimate when they want to be.

Well... I don't have problems.

The number of plays just happens to be a coincidence.

Arctic Monkeys - Love Is A Laserquest

I love this song and every word in it.