9.21.2007

Generations

Happy Friday.

I'm trying to think of something interesting/witty to say. I could recollect my day, but really no one cares about that.
a.) school, b.) leaving school early, c.) 2 hours in a bus, d.) volleyball game (I still sucked, with the exception of my serves which didn't...), e.) two more hours on a bus, f.) boredom, g.) Wendy's, h.) family members eating your frosty without your permission (those ASSholes.), i.) home, j.) internet, k.) blog.

That was my day.

Wow.

I totally have nothing to say.
I am a boring person.

Oh.

I got another myspace.

I feel like an idiot because I've basically spent the past year of my life telling people that I refuse to sign up for myspace.
And the other day, I don't even know how it happened, I got bored, and thought 'oh why not, how 'bout a myspace?'

And here I am.
Damn it.

It's so trivial, for the love of God, there is no point to myspace but saying "Hey look at some sleazy pictures I took of myself."
Okay. Not always sleazy. I know people will read that and throw up their defenses..."MY pictures are good, MY pictures are fun!!!"
But truthfully?
They are all quite boring.
Honestly, no one gives a shit about the 10,000 self-portraits you took that one day when you were bored in your room.
No one wants to see you that bad. Unless they are a.) you, or b.) an obsessive stalker.

Wow. I'm not going to be one of those people who bitch all the time about how "our generation is going to the dogs" or whatever. No. "Our generation" actually has a lot of brilliance potential.

Or, at least, if we ARE idiots, we are not bigger idiots than those in the generation before us, even though they believe otherwise.

People are human. Whether you were born 2,000 years ago, or in the year 2000, you're human. I'm pretty sure. Everyone does the same kind of shit. Always. The things wrong with me are wrong with you, too.

What I'm saying that it's not right for people to better themselves because they are older or whatever. I've had people older than me tell me that I don't know anything because I have no experience. Or, "You will understand when you're older." Maybe I don't get some things, but please! Is it just me, or is that kind of stuff really demeaning?

I think a lot of people kind of forget what is to be young.
Some author, I forget who, said that "Everything you are in life, you are at sixteen." I think it means that teenagers still have emotions, you know? Sure, we're obsessive about myspace and text messaging, but do we know about life?
Yes.
Do we feel human emotion?
More than you know.
Like love?
Don't even get me started.

Teenagers ARE stupid sometimes. But for the love of God, we're not clueless!

(Do I make any sense?)

9.20.2007

Talentless

I thought I was on a good-day streak

Man I should stop talking because of course right when I acknowledge that life is good, then what happens but a shitty day. It's like, once I know that life is good, I have to work work work to keep it that way.

And when you're saying, "I am going to have a good day, damn it, whether I like it or not..." it doesn't really work.
Tomorrow is Friday.
What can I say.
Oh, only that I left homework at school.
Lovely.
There's another day late for that damned spanish homework.

I'm sorry.

Someone told me today as I was bitching about the disgusting state of my locker (It looks like someone carelessly threw all their shit in there...which is exactly what I did) that I worry too much about little things.
True.

I'm trying to calm the fuck down.
I don't know what it is. I don't know why I'm feeling so crazy. I don't know why my head is suddenly somewhere far, far away from here.
Take my volleyball practice today, for instance.
I couldn't. fucking. PLAY!
Felt like one of those freshman girls who steps on the volleyball court for the first time in her life in the hopes of actually enjoying high school. But oh, no, I have been playing since, what? -- Oh, right, 3rd grade. Every single year since 3rd grade I have joined the school volleyball team (with the exception of sophomore year), and somehow I still suck. Somehow it is still impossible for me to pass a volleyball to a girl standing five feet away.

It's kind of depressing.

So when I'm standing dejectedly on the volleyball court and sending balls flying about 4 miles away from where they should be, I marvel at how much talent I do not have for sports. It is not like I am one of those math nerds who never even looks at the gym so much as runs around in it. No. I have been an athlete since 3rd grade. Most people who play sports for years on end usually play, you know, well by the time they are a senior.

No, not me. No.

I realize that maybe I am just one of those people who is not cut out for sports. I've never dreamed of joining the Olympics or the WNBA. I have been known to enjoy volleyball games more for the hot guy sitting on the sidelines than for the way my team is actually playing. Score, who cares? So we're behind 30,000 points! That's not too bad! See, he's looking at me!

I'm pretty much a psycho when it comes to guys. Especially, you know, attractive ones.
But I am not going to get into that.
Unless you want to read 17 billion pages. Which you don't, I know. High school infatuation (madness, it is), what can I say?

I was talking about volleyball.
And me sucking at it.
And I had a good train of thought going about that, but it's almost gone.
But it's okay. It would have just been me bitching anyways. Same old shit.
Like my friend said, I am making a huge deal about little things.
I will shut up now.

I may not have any feasible talent, but .... well, I don't know what. But it could be worse, I guess.
Now check out this badass song!!

MCS love forever!



P.S. Thank you, Blogger, for your autosave function. I would have been very angry if it had not existed, Internet Explorer has the nerve to close on me unexpectedly. Props to you, Blogger.

9.19.2007

Consistency

Writing for my 3rd consecutive day in a row!
How often does that happen? Ha HA!
Consistency!
I won't blog again about my Motion City. The euphoria has settled, but of course I am still extremely satisfied with this album.
Crazy talent, it is.
Now what can I write about?
You must realize I am pretty boring.
I mean, I'm never bored ... I usually love my life too much to be bored ...
It's just that to anyone maybe outside looking in ... it might be boring ...
wait,
no.
YEAH RIGHT!
My life rocks, people. No lie.
School goes great--GREAT. For one, I love my friends (well, most of the time ... ha ha), I no longer stand on the sidelines wondering who I should be hanging out with and why, I am completely loving volleyball even though I suck at times, and I currently have 4 A+s.
It goes well. As far as I can say.
Of course there is a fair dose of insanity ... you know, friends in crisis, friends with mood swings, homework keeping me up until three AM (yeah. last night. Horrible.), but really, REALLY, if you were to ask me how I am enjoying senior year thus far --- LOVE it, baby, LOVE IT!!!
I'm out. Being screamed at by a.) unfinished homework and b.) dizzying sleep deprivation.
Maybe I will keep striking the consistency chord and blog tomorrow.
Until then. Or not.
Love always,
Me.

Euphoria!!

I feel like I have fallen in love again.


Look at it. Taking up beautiful space on my dirty kitchen counter. (With a petunia. For added measure.)

It is MINE!!!
Even though we lost our volleyball game, and even though I drank too much Diet Coke and ate too many M&Ms and now feel very stomach-achey, my day was wonderful because of this staggeringly beautiful work of art!!

It's a fantastic record.
Enough said. Like my photograph doesn't already say it all.


9.17.2007

Gonna be a great day, folks!

I
am
so
unbelievably
excited.







Oh, my God, yes.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow!
NEW ALBUM!!
For the first time in my Motion City obsessive fandom they are releasing a NEEWWW ALBUMMM!!!!!

And (assuming I do not die and the record store does not catch on fire) it will be in my hands T-O-M-O-R-R-O-W! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Oh, there is college, and family, and friends, dreams, writing, the such ...
But THIS, this is what I live for!


9.12.2007

Hopelessly in Love

Want to see my idol?
You do. Look.


The one in the middle. With the hair and the glasses.
Want to say "Glorious and perfect example of a human being?"

I swear to high goodness, I would marry this man.

If you know who he is, BRAVO.
If not, don't worry about it, he's mine anyways, but shoot me a line at sweetmotioncitysound@yahoo.com (hint. hint.) if you would really like to know.

And. watch this video for a brief glimpse of the legendary Justin Pierre.