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so i just tried to find another free online journal site,
and this crap called "bloop diary: the online journal for teens" comes up...
...and i figure i'd give it a shot.
lo and behold...it sucks.
i think ill stick with blurty, even though the server is weak
-comment on my posts please!!!-
today was a great day!
i saw my sponsor at the meeting tonight after getting the hottest pair
of chick pants from savers (can you believe it? they have the best five-
finger discounts!!)
he seemed to be doing pretty well...im still xxx, thank god
then lupe, amber and i went to my house to burn amber the modest mouse
cd's i told her i'd burn like two months ago...
amber was playing on my computer and lupe started to make out with me
in my bedroom....quite an accomplished kisser, she is.
...anyways, they left like three hours ago, and here i am still restless as
hell, listening to one of the best damn bands around...modest mouse...
speaking of music, i figured out today that i really dislike "emo" music. i mean, sure,
i've been called "emo" before, but aren't all humans "emo"? "emo"=emotional, and all of
us have those, no matter how much some of us don't seem to like that. and when we call
someone emo, aren't we showing an emotion (i think its called hate or intolerance). but
before i start to sound like a big hippocrite, let me clear things up. the type of music that can be
boxed up, labeled, and sold as emo music is just a bunch of whiny powerchords adorned
in tribal tattoos, ridiculous piercings, date-rapist mentality, oh-feel-bad-for-me-because-my-
girlfriend-broke-up-with-me-so-i-can-get-some, two minute three chord progressions (a la
new found glory, good charlotte, sum 41, blink 182, and the toilet bowl is full with countless
other bands) packaged together to be sold to the drooling masses that are today's youth.
now, im not saying that that music isn't good for some youth...
but not this youth!!! i much prefer melodic rhapsodies of musical brilliance laced with lyrical
angst and energy, with a beautiful coalescence of joy and frustration; love and hate; acceptance
in rejection. and sometimes not even about anything in particular. this is the primal beauty
i find in my genre of choice: indie rock.
this is why i live today: art, music, and love.
without that, there is nothing
...i guess i'm kinda rambling on now...
so, that's my two cents for the day...
"...i'd rather die with love than live with hate..."
mrg
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