am I leaving?

Well, folks. I'm leaving on holiday tomorrow. Flight departs at 6:30 tomorrow morning, and I will be on it, snuggled into an uncomfortable chair, girlfriend next to me, earphones in my ears, and with any luck, mini-bottle of wine in hand.
It took me a while to actually start getting excited for this trip. It probably only hit me a couple of days ago. I'm nervous, this is the first extended period of time I'll be spending around my girlfriend' mother, and there will be alcohol involved. Hopefully I don't make too much of an ass of myself.
For the first time since buying it, I completely erased and began rebuilding my iTunes playlist for the trip. It now contains:
-Against Me! - entire discography
- Johnny Cash comp.
-Bob Marley comp.
-the Clash - London Calling/Sandinista!
-Tegan and Sara - Sainthood
-Future of the Left - Travels With Myself and Another
-various Ted Leo and the Pharmacists songs

Katie prescribed that I check out both the National and the Dead Weather. I haven't listened to much of either bands material, but I suppose a holiday is a good time to become acquainted with new bands.
I considered bringing my guitar with me on the trip, but have decided against it. It will cost extra to transport it, and I don't have a great quantity of cash. It's depressing though, I've had visions of sitting on the beach as the sun goes down, drinking wine and strumming out some tunes. Real inspiring stuff. I'm thoroughly tempted to bring my harmonica instead, but I'm afraid that it'll quickly get on my friends' nerves. Oh well, I guess we'll see.
Anyways, I don't really have much to say right now. We'll see if another post is forthcoming before takeoff tomorrow. If not, have a nice week.
Ta ta for now.

the Eve of Christmas Eve!

aaaaaah, Christmas time! Snow on the ground! Rosy cheeks! Hockey games!
Speaking of which, monday evening found my lady and I inhabiting two seats at the ACC to watch the Leafs get hog-tied and humiliated at the hands of the Atlanta Thrashers. Much more exciting however, was the mischief committed by the young hooligan whom came forth to toss a carton of WAFFLES ON THE ICE. Isn't that just fucking excellent? It's a big thing too, Waffle Nation. It's all over the news. I think it just rules too fucking hard that all these guys have to do to get national attention is throw some breakfast foodstuffs onto the ice of a fucking terrible (and not to mention way over-priced) team.
This guy seriously made my night.
We're drawing awfully close to Christmas, folks. I am somewhat off the consumerist ball this year. Indeed, I required some assistance in order to complete all of my gift shopping before the assigned date.
CONTENT WARNING: MOOSHY FRIEND PRAISING AHEAD
So the other day, a good friend named Katie came from Ottawa (well, actually she came from Guelph) to visit me. Her and I and another friend went up to the pub for a few drinks. It was a grand ol' time, as it had been ages since I'd seen Katie, having communicated only through high tech gadgetry you simply could not understand. I get on with her very well, dare I say she's my 'best' friend? I suppose I do, as far as friends can really be 'best'. You know those few friends you can pretty much tell everything and anything to? Well yeah, that's Katie.

For those of you who don't know, yesterday was the anniversary of Joe Strummer's Death! December 22nd, 2002, Joe died of an undiagnosed heart condition after walking his dogs; the poor bloke. Imagine that, one of the greatest songwriter's in the world, still relatively young, and just dies after taking a stroll with your pooches? R.I.P. St. Joe Strummer, you will be sadly missed.
Well, that's really all I have to say for now. Have a happy holiday and all that jazz.

wiiiiiiiiinter.

It's been while since an entry was posted, and to all my avid readers, I offer up a heartfelt apology. However, my laziness has brought us all closer to Christmas!!! (or whichever holiday you celebrate around this time of year). Either way, good things! Yes indeed, good things approaching.
So my girlfriend's birthday party was a great success, much fun had by everyone in attendance (I think).
Last night, I went to visit my high school for the first time in a year and a half. Surprisingly enough, I didn't miss it at all. It's not like I'm super happy with what I'm doing now, but my high school was all in all a pretty lame place. I thought I would feel a lot more nostalgic (even though it hasn't been very long), but what I miss isn't the setting of the school, but the people I shared it with. I had some great friends, folks, and it sure would be nice to get together and see all of them again. I mean, I've kept in touch with majority of them, including my girlfriend (who I met in grade ten). But still, I'd like to get the entire group together, not just of great friends, but also minimal acquaintances whose friendly nod in the hallway just made shit go down a little easier.
Ah, to revisit the past.
So I recently finished a book called "Lost Boys" by Orson Scott Card. Don't tell me why I thought this, but when I picked up the book I thought it was what the movie "the Lost Boys" starring Keifer Sutherland (the one with the vampires!) was based on. I read almost the entire thing with one continuing thought: "when the fuck are the vampires going to appear?" And you know something? They NEVER did. Turns out there is ZERO relation between Orson Scott Card's 'Lost Boys', and the vampire film 'the Lost Boys'. But in the end, the novel had an excellent ending that made me feel a lot less like I had just thrown away two weeks of my time reading that stupid fucker.
How about an academic update then, folks? (since my monotonous life apparently isn't arousing enough for you)
So, I have currently written 4 out of the prospective 5 exams which must be completed before first semester is officially over. I have the 5th today at 2:30, and I am mucho stoked to get this shit over and done with. Then it's on to a few glorious days of winter solitude and getting gifts for Christmas (I'm not on of these pinko fucks that says he doesn't enjoy getting free shit, but don't get me wrong, I do enjoy giving gifts as well), and after that the hot, sweaty bliss of a Cuban beach. See that? I have good reason to be more stoked than a bro for nachos. More stoked than an English Lord's fireplace!!! Amirite? LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.
In other news, FTB has not had a band practice in over a month. What the fuck is this shit? Hopefully we don't quit, but if we do, I'm sure we'll reform in some form or another to bash out some tuneskis.
Well, that's it for now guys and dolls. See you around.
tata.

It's snowing!

Yes, it is. The first real snow fall of the year where I live! Exciting stuff. From where I sit in the big cold hall, I can see the flakes flying and swirling on wind currents. Whoa.
In other news, big weekend coming up! Plans are as follows (since you fuckers clearly need to know):
Friday(today, in the evening) - going to a pub; not sure which on yet, as one of our options may or may not be doing karaoke(beers will be drank)
Saturday - Working during the day, in the evening going over to the old lady's house for her birthday!(more beers will be drank)
Sunday - Still at old lady's house, going for dinner and a show(maybe a beer or two with dinner? We shall see)
Monday - going to another pub! (beers!!!)
Well then, now that you're all informed of my excellent (and beer filled) plans for the weekend, it's time to move onto other, more arousing things. I recently finished Stephen King's novel, Misery. This is not the first Stephen King book I've read, and I think he is well on his way to becoming my standby favourite author. The first book by him that I read was 'Salem's Lot, and that remains my favourite, and also one of the scariest books I've ever read. Thoroughly enjoyed.
Reading really is my favourite form of entertainment (besides music, but that's more than entertainment). I can read whenever I want, I'm not limited to whenever a television show is aired. I suppose I could watch a movie whenever I want too, but if someone's napping or something in or around the area where the television is in my house, that could seriously disrupt my film watching experience, and that's a damn tragedy, folks.

music making!

I have been trying for time out of mind to start a celtic band. It's hard to find people that play the instruments. The following are needed:
- guitar (preferably two; electric and acoustic)
- mandolin
- banjo
- fiddle
- accordion
- flute
- drums
- bass
I think that's it. So far I've got myself on vocals and either mandolin or guitar, my friend maybe on bass, Kyle from FTB on drums, my girlfriend maybe on flute, and a friend that potentially lives far away on both fiddle and accordion. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Both Subway Girl and Stinky Cheese Guy have abandoned me for the chill drafty air of the hallway today. Now I know what misery feels like. Alone, cold, no Stinky Cheese Guy hovering uncomfortably close by your shoulder, no tubby Subway Girl sitting across the hall, wafting that sweet sweet odor of a toasted sandwich to cover up Stinky Cheese Guy's reek.
Ever have a bout of insomnia like I did?
It is the worst feeling. You lie in bed, exhausted, always on the brink of falling asleep. Your mind is alive with thoughts that are stupid and pointless, stuff like "I like turkey better than ham, the texture's better for sandwiches". Seriously stupid crap like that.
But every now and then you'll have one golden thought float on through, like a really good lyric, or a funny joke or something. Sometimes weird fluffs of information that make zero sense pop up and you feel the need to scribble them down. In your slighty deranged, lack-of-sleep state, you think they are ridiculously clever or intelligent. But when you read them the next morning, boy, let me tell you, they are fucked up folks
They are confusing and jumbled.
Glad I'm over that.

A dagger through the sphincter of Toronto

Whoooooooooa, it's been a little while. To end the cliffhanger from last week (which I'm sure you have all been waiting on the edge of your not-so-easy chair for), I did not steal the remainder of Subway girl's half-eaten sub, although it was a sore struggle, folks.
In other news, I have finally recovered from a terrible bout of insomnia that I have been suffering from for a bout a few weeks now. Although last night's sleep was neither terribly long or refreshing, I fell into dreamland after only a half hour of pondering which sleeping position was comfiest. This sleep is important, as lack of sleep and overall exhaustion was leading to me becoming quite snappy with many people (including significant other!)
I stayed home sick for a long time over the past few days, I really needed. Sunday I had a sore throat, so I figured I'd stay home from work in order to heal up quickly and be ready for the week. Monday came and I felt great, and monday evening I was invited to the pub up the road to have a beer or two with a few friends. Well, a beer or two quickly became a beer or five, as these things are wont to happen, and the next morning I woke up feeling like someone had duct taped a pillow over my face. I literally could not breathe for all the mucus clogging my nostrils and phlegm squatting in my throat like it was a cheap hotel. Just an all around terrible feeling folks. So I spent the next two days lying on the couch, watching and consuming a delicious medley of chicken soup (obviously from a can) and M*A*S*H. And you know what? I'm feeling a whole helluva lot better now.
Splendid.
Moving right along, I am somewhat fucked in school right now. I am moderately certain that I failed to recent computer assignments, and a paper I'm handing in today is no where near as good as it could be. The paper thing is not completely my fault, as it was based entirely around reviews of articles, and the website from which I had to pull the articles decided that I was not a high priority on it's "I want this guy to pass" list.
More exciting news that you don't care about, I'm going on holiday!
Self payed and sexy, that's right folks, all the way to Cuba with my old lady and some friends. How excited am I? This is looking to be pretty damn radical friends. Seriously, a week spent getting fried (not high, sunburned!) on a beach. And drinking (yes, alcohol). For those of you who have not been to Cuba, they have a beer called Crystal which is just damn good. It's just cheap stuff, but let me tell you, lying on a beach and drinking either Cuban Crystal beer, or coconut milk? Nothing quite like it.
Anyway, I'm going to go because I can't think of anything else to waste your time with. Your period of time wasting by reading this blog is over for now. Go live a life.
Back to you, fuckers

Cram it in there, baby!

^ I know, funny sexual innuendo, amirite?
But in reality, this is in reference to the fact that I am last minute cramming for a midterm which begins at exactly 3:30. Wonderful. I am explicitly FUCKED for this midterm, folks. I have not had a chance to study before today really, and it's not in a subject I'm very good at. Lots of analyzing paintings, which isn't exactly my field considering that I'm in political science. But whatever, all you can do is your best on if you do your best then your best is what you'll receive. What does that mean?
So, I sit here on the cold hard floor outside of my girlfriend's class, pondering how screwed I am for the upcoming midterm, and I decide that my time is better used writing a blog entry. Why? What purpose does this serve other than gratifying my own shameless need to spin a web of bullshit and fact on the internet? Of course, I know I am sating the appetite of my world wide fan network, but you don't mean that much to me, so what's the point?
The same girl always sits across this hall from me, eating Subway, and the smell of the sub always makes me fucking hungry. But it's morning still, which means I won't be eating lunch for a few hours. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. She fell asleep, with the half eaten sub on her lap. Do I steal it? Tune in next entry for more information! Same Bat time, same Bat channel.

Letter to Taylor Swift

Dear Ms. Swift,
I would just like to start this off by saying that although I don't like your music, I applaud you for being one of the few female artists that is able to reach stardom and not have to use your feminine sexuality as a major selling point. It really is a breath of fresh air in this day and age to have someone not flaunting their physical features in order to sell records.
However, the sheer fact that you capitalize on your image as a 'good girl' doesn't make you that much better. I mean, it does, but in a different sense, you're just as willing to take advantage of your fans.
Next up is the fact that the majority of your songs cover the same subject matter: whining about some boy that 'hurt' you. Whether it be that melodious bit of 'too little too late' advice 'Should've Said No', or the wonderful feel of soul-satisfying symbolic revenge "Picture to Burn', I'm always hearing about how terrible a boy clearly was to you. But here's something to consider next time you pick up a notebook and pen some lyrics: MAYBE YOU'RE THE PROBLEM. If you've gone through enough boys to write three LPs and an EP of material, maybe you're the reason they keep 'hurting' you. God knows I'd get sick of dating a girl that continuously squeals about terrible boyfriends while strumming the same overused chord pattern of every fucking country-pop song out there.
I've honestly just had enough. Come up with a new selling point Taylor. In other words, nut up or shut up.
Sincerely,
ME (I still have respect for you. And your pretty dresses)

cold coffee ain't much fun

Big news of the week: my sister got a pet hamster. Its name is Shakespeare (she's an English major), but I have mercilessly begun a campaign to refer to it only as Hammy, because we all know that's the best name a hamster can have.
I work in a deli, and I've decided (after much deliberation) that a set of rules must be released to teach the public that when they order meat from me, they have to do it right. I'm not going to list all the rules in this post, because I haven't decided on all of them:

1) Don't order multiple things at once and then fuck off to somewhere else in the store. I WILL forget what you ordered and you won't be there to remind me.
2) Simple manners folks, please and thank you's are very appreciated
3) Don't lean on the glass; you'll make fingerprints which I have to wipe off. Plus, there's no fucking reason to lean on the glass.
4) Speak up, I can't hear you.
5) Don't yell, I can hear you.
6) Don't order head cheese, it's gross.
7) Don't come to the deli if the store is open for only another half hour. I don't care if we're still technically open, I'm trying to clean, I want to go home. Fuck off.

Well, wasn't that enlightening?

I'm sitting in my school library, and as fate would have it, I forgot my earphones. So instead of my usual routine of jiving to tunes while either A) working or B) not working, I find myself lost in the symphony of other inhabitants of private library cubicles. It's surprising how much noise is actually made in what is essentially designated as a "Quiet Study Area". Coughing, sniffling, laughing, whispering, ruffling, we've got it all!
Is it mean to correct peoples spelling on instant message and facebook? I do it all the time, or at least call people on their mistakes. I'm not saying I don't make mistakes, because I definitely do (just see my last post for proof), but most of the time I catch the mistake and correct it. I really can't help it, when I see mistakes, I usually correct them. I honestly just think it's funny, I'm not trying to make the person look stupid or anything. Some people get annoyed or offended, they say stuff like "it's facebook Sean, I'm not going to worry about spelling". Of course, they spell that sentence like: "its fb Sean I not gunna worry bout splling ;) :P"
Fucking winkyfaces.
It just struck me that before I post this, I'm going to have to read the whole thing over and make sure I didn't make any really obvious spelling mistakes or grammar issues, because that will make me look like a total dildo.
The other day at work, I asked a coworker I had just met what kind of music he liked (as I often do upon meeting new people). He answered "what kind of music do you think I like?"
What the fuck does that mean? It's a simple question dickweed, don't strain your brain trying to answer it. Or are you just so stupid that you need me to answer it for you? I guess it was because he was so cool with his pierced ears and tattoos that I should obviously know what kind of music he's into just by looking at him. But guess what, I don't! So I responded with a blanket term "some sort of rock" I said. He smirked and said "what bands?" FUCK YOU. This isn't 20 questions, I asked a straight forward question that only needed (or at least I thought) a very straight forward answer, why are you asking ME what bands YOU'RE into? I don't know, that's why I asked! Hell, if I had known this would devolve into a game, I wouldn't have asked in the first place!
People are crazy folks, and the sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be.
I'll never understand fashion trends and what not. I'm not trying to be all cool and non-conformist, because anyone who says they don't adhere to some sort of fashion trend is full of shit, but seriously, some of them actually confuse me. Obviously, I dress in a manner of style that suits what interests me, but my clothing is always comfortable, and I don't look (at least, I THINK I don't look) like an idiot. But the style I see so many girls strolling around campus in is skin tight, ultra thin cloth pants and GIANT furry boots. You look dumb, stop it. Yes, I know those boots are insanely comfortable (I've heard from a friend... I don't wear girl's boots.... what were we talking about?) but seriously, stop wearing them with those little pants. Just stop. I don't know, something I just don't dig. But whatever, do whatever you want, not my place to tell you what to wear. Cause that's the thing folks, you can rage and hate until you're blue in the face, but in the end, people are going to wear whatever the fuck they want. AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well tater tots, I've got a political philosophy seminar to attend.
I'll catch you cats on the flip flop lateeeeeeer

It's not the time of the season for lovin'

helloooo
And so, my sister is sick, my mom is sick, my girlfriend is sick, my girlfriend's fried is sick, and my favourite co-worker is sick. holyfuckholyfuckholyfuckholyfuck.
Everyone's sick! What am I going to do? I've been taking vitamin C like mad and basically isolating myself in my room for the last week or so, trying to be in as little contact with the Infected as possible. It's like a really surreal zombie apocalypse.
Speaking of whih, the televised adaptation of the comic book series "The Walking Dead" airs on Halloween night at 10 p.m. on I believe AMC. How fucking excited for you?
I'm at school, enjoying my second cup of coffee from Tim Hortons of the day. I have a political philosophy seminar in a half hour. It's on Marxism. Oh man, I am so pumped. It took me literally 10 minutes to write my weekly paper which usually takes me about an hour to write. I guess I just have a lot to say this week.

a little bit of me time

hey there comrades
So, as I sat here in my kitchen, enjoying a cup or two (or 5) of coffee before I start work at 4, I figured I'd come on here and shoot the shit instead of sitting and mindlessly indulging in thoughts of boobies and stucco ceilings (not at the same time).
I think today is as good a time as any to give you dinks an updated list of my "currently being listened to most" records. As of right now (in no particular order):
1) The Greatest Story Ever Told - The Lawrence Arms
2) Crime as Forgiven by Against Me!
3) The Con - Tegan and Sara
4) You Get What You Give - Zac Brown Band
5) Agony and Irony - Alkaline Trio
6) the Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me - Brand New
7) Unknown Pleasures - Joy Division
8) Unicornography - The Falcon
9) Live at Folsom Prison - Johnny Cash
10) S/T - The Clash

Just wonderful, ain't it?
A girl sitting beside me in my criminal justice class today was wearing what looked like a high quality, expensive fedora, which she had artfully and rebelliously stuck safety pins and badges through. Okay, you want to dress a certain way, adhere to certain principles, fine by me. But why waste all that money on an expensive fedora just to fuck with it? I mean, maybe she got it as a gift, or it was a really good quality imitation of an ACTUAL good quality fedora, which in that case, whatever, makes sense. I know I personally buy any clothes which are going to get defaced and/or mutilated (in the name of looking like a totally cool punk rocker), I buy at the local thrift shop, which is conveniently located just a ten minute walk from my house.
Today is kind of a bummer day, and I'm not exactly sure why. I mean hell, my life is gooooood. I've got great friends, an amazing girlfriend, I'm playing good music in a band, I'm actually enjoying my learning at school (although my computer applications course is quite overwhelming), and I've got a decent job. It must be the weather! I like a few clouds, but today is just fucking miserable, and it's been this way for a while. Oh well, bring on the good tunes, cajun chicken sandwiches, and more coffee! That's my trifecta of happiness. Oh, and women soaping up in the shower obviously, but that goes without saying.
On to the next topic! (today just seems like a good day for internet ranting to no one in particular). A friend of mine, who goes to school in Ottawa was talking to me about music last night (as we are wont to do). I mentioned Lawrence Arms, and a little bit after that Alkaline Trio, and she made a comment (which I'm sure might have seemed harmless to her) that both of them sounded quite similar to Green Day. Fuck. I swear, if I could've reached through my computer screen to her room in Ottawa, I would have punched her in the head then and there. Okay, perhaps that's a little extreme, but harsh language and pouting would have definitely been involved. As it was, I could only argue a ridiculous point with her, and tell her to download certain songs by Larry Arms and Alk3 to prove my point that they sound NOTHING like Green Day.
Now before you get all uppity on me (as I'm sure my fantastically huge legion of readers will), I don't hate Green Day. They played a huge part in my introduction to punk rock in elementary school, and I still enjoy throwing on one of their records when I'm bored (and not just for nostalgia, some of their songs are exceedingly well written). But to compare them to bands like Larry Arms/Alk3 is just not correct, and should be punished as such.
Also, From the Bottom FINALLY got a bass player who can play their instrument well. His name is Scott, and he plays guitar in a band called Beat Noir (major excellent, I suggest you check them out!). So he's slappin' the bass for us as well as melting some faces for Beat Noir. Excellent.
Well, I suppose I really should get busy. And by busy, I mean drink more coffee, eat a sandwich, and catch up on BK's blog.

hugs and kisses!

welcome to the good ol' boys jamboree

I know it's not terribly punk rock of me, but I like a lot of country music. My girlfriend is really into that whole scene, and contrary to my prior beliefs, I find myself getting more and more into certain bands with every listen. I can't help but appreciate the driving guitar in songs such as How Far Do You Wanna Go? by newbie country act Gloriana, or the riotously humourous hill billyism of songs such as Whiskey's Gone and Sic 'Em on a Chicken by the Zac Brown Band. I can even get past a lot of the foolish patriotism exhibited by a good number of the bands, such as the lines from Zac Brown's Chicken Fried: "I thank God for my life, and for the stars and stripes, may freedom forever fly".
Other than that, wonderful band.
With that, we move into my next topic. Why we feel the need to seal ourselves into different styles or groups. Even people who say they don't definitely do; the group of "originals" is a clique in itself. It is virtually impossible to be a completely original style, however it's VERY possible to not adhere to every principle or fucked up rule a certain style stands for. Usually, certain styles go hand in hand with preferences in music, or other leisure activities. You know, the whole jock stereotype, the video game nerd, the moody goth, that whole bit. But as far as I can tell, you can really do whatever you want, and no 'style police' are going to come to your door and lock you up. Although, some stupid 'elitist' might shun you, fuck them.
So go ahead, call yourself a punk and turn up the Zac Brown Band, throw on Marilyn Manson and play some football, or after finishing your paper on political science, throw in Halo and play. I don't give a fuck, and neither should anyone else.

Lyrics to that fucked up song

We'll begin today with a set of the lyrics I wrote when my backyard partying neighbors woke me up several nights ago:
I used to dream when I was dead
that the desert sands would bury me
and over them would be an ocean
and above that only blue sky
my flesh would rot my bones will crumble
and life above continues as normal
with a sideways glance from every junkie's eye

and we wouldn't talk to strangers
we wouldn't have the time
we'd all stop playing music
and it wouldn't cost a dime
oh, wouldn't that be the good life?

when you get dressed to go to work
do you quickly put on a pants and shirt?
or do do you put on a tie comb your hair and take your time?
do you inject coffee or heroine
to make your the pumping of you heart begin
and does the alarm clock make you cringe
and piss the bed?

and we'd all do shots of Pepsi
while our children drank our rye
we'd sleep away the sunshine
and go shopping late at night
oh, wouldn't that be the good life?
please tell me that wouldn't be a good life.

in need of sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

hey ya'll
SO I recently started university! Pretty exciting shit. I get to commute from home every day and learn cool things about different political ideologies and all kinds of fun stuff. Unfortunately for me, I also have to take a Computer Applications course. You may not know this, but I am decidedly terrible when it comes to working with computers. Seriously, my talents are limited to email and blogging, not much else.
Now I'm sitting in the 'university center' eavesdropping on conversations. I've just learned that the girl with the dirty hair at the table next to me can convince anyone to get her a free drink. For real, the manager at 'The Ranch' bought her a shot last night because she told him he had good 'barstaff'. Her group of friends have now just been informed in an obnoxiously nasally voice that her boyfriend is a 'metal-purist', but that she is slowly changing that. She also only drinks Canadian beer. Wonderful.
Last night I decided to go to bed at a good time, as I have to work long hours in the coming days, so I decided I needed a solid few hours to recharge my batteries. My plans were thwarted however, when some group of my neighbors decided that midnight was the best time to start a party. Maybe I'm a old soul, but SHUT THE FUCK UP. They were screaming, laughing, having a grand old time in their backyard. After an hour of lying and listening to their various drunken conversations, I flicked on my desk lamp and scrounged through my shelves for a notebook that would still contain a few blank pages. Once one was uncovered, I scrawled out some lyrics that apparently had been fermenting in my head while I tossed and turned in the dark.
Once they were completed, it was about 2 am. I tossed the notebook on the floor and collapsed back into bed. Due to the absence of backyard partiers, I fell asleep almost immediately. Awakened only 6 hours later by the sounds of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by the Beatles, I clicked off the radio alarm, and slowly made my way to where my notebook lay open.
Those are some fucked up lyrics.

Letter to Stephanie Meyer (#1)

Dear Ms. Stephanie Meyer,
STOP. This is the main message I need to get across. I have tried to read the book 'Twilight' probably four separate times, and each time I am more disappointed with how talentless you really are. Now, I realize that some of you are going to get angry because, "hey, she's sold tonnes of copies, she must be doing something right!" But you're wrong. It has nothing to do with what Ms. Meyer's doing, and everything to do with what the general masses are. Which is enjoying crap.
Let's start with the basics. Okay, beautiful teenage girl falls in love with mysterious, dangerous monster/man. Where have I heard that before? Beauty and the Beast, Underworld. That's two off of the top of my head.
Yes, I realize that it would be silly to accuse you of making up the mysterious romance that vampires apparently possess. Just crack open Bram Stoker's original vampire novel, 'Dracula', and you can sift out that Mina Harker is definitely horny for the Undead Master of Evil, but it isn't really her choice. Dracula feeds some of his own blood to her, which causes her to have raunchy thoughts, particularly about him.
Another piece of popular vampire fiction I'd like to compare to your works is the television show 'True Blood' (based on the 'Southern Vampire' series by Charlaine Harris). In this show/novel, the vampires are very sexual creatures. Main bloodsucker Bill Compton falls deeply in love with annoyingly talkative barmaid/waitress Sookie Stackhouse. But this show easily explains why their romance is possible and Bill doesn't simply view Sookie as a tasty blood-filled snack. Synthetic blood, folks! Explained as the creation of Japanese scientists, 'TruBlood' fulfills all of the vampires nutritional needs and comes in a handy, no-need-to-hunt bottle. Therefore, Bill is able to fill his mouth with Sookie's moist, warm, dripping.... uhh.... tongue? Instead of her blood. Wonderful.
Now, let's examine the work itself. There really isn't much to say. Two-dimensional characters, over used and rather predictable plot, annoying whiny teenage characters, and of course, a love triangle. All in all, a pretty terrible read, and I urge anyone that has a brain in their head not to bother trying to give it a chance like I did.
Oh yeah, Mr. Taylor Lautner? Next time the script tells you to take your shirt off, DON'T. If I see one more pre-teen girl drooling over a picture of you in "Teen Fuck-Up" magazine, I swear to God I'll start biting their throats and drinking their blood.

Sincerely your friend,
Sean.

P.S. True Blood is one of my favourite shows.
P.S.S. For all of you adults that enjoy the Twilight series, SHAME ON YOU.

fuck, tomorrow's Wednesday already

So I saw Inception for the second time tonight. For those of you who've already seen it, let me tell you, it's just as clusterfuck-mind blowing-asshole-ball exploding as the first time you saw it. You will shit your pants and cream in your boxers all over again. Won't give away anything and spoil the surprise for you other cavemen that haven't gotten up off of your boulder around the campfire to go see it, but make sure you do in the near future.
Now let's move on to the boring auto-biographical part of this blog. My girlfriend got a promotion at her job! Whoopadeedoodledoodledoo! But seriously, I'm quite happy for her. And so should you be. (that's right, I started a sentence with 'and'. Fuck you.)
In other news, I plan on starting a whole new crazy variation to this blog called "Letters To ______". This will be a fun little thing where I write 'letters' to different people. No, these 'letters' will not be actually sent. they are for entertainment purposes only. And for those of you wondering, yes, I got this idea from the Henry Rollins show. This is because I am too lame and do not have enough worldly-experience to think up my own ideas. Get over it.
So you better get ready, because pending my highly busy and complicated schedule, I may post my very first "Letters To _______" tonight! Oh my goodness!
Anyways, that's all for this blog entry. Hopefully talk to you losers tonight (although it will in the form of a letter to someone else, so it won't be actually to you. You understand).
Later.

Wash my dishes!!!!!!!!

Good evening terdballs! I recently began a new job at an all day breakfast restaurant washing peoples' dishes and scrubbing their tables, and let me tell you, people are FILTHY (myself included). And they waste like hell. I could eat three square meals a day for a month with the food I've scraped into the garbage of stranger's plates for one shift. Fuck.
Anyways, on a happier note, the work is easier, and I get along quite well with all my coworkers. Isn't that just fucking spectacular? I bet you're all riveted to know that.
A friend of mine sent me a script the other day. he writes scripts and for the most part, they become short films made by himself and a few other friends (sometimes me!). It had an interesting concept. A woman is dying, and people continuously approach her and congratulate her because she is passing away and surely moving on to a great afterlife in Heaven. I won't get into it and explain the entire thing because it's very long and complex and time consuming (and mostly because I'm lazy and don't care about you), but essentially you get the feeling that the people are so excited to die and get to Heaven that they no longer really place value in human life or enjoy our time on Earth. Interesting, no?
I work with a guy, and he was saying today that he had to go to Church after work. He work 8 hours today, and was complaining about how he didn't want to go to Church, but he had too. He said he was going to sleep through it. What the fuck is the point of going to worship something if you're going to sleep through your mandated weekly worship time? If you don't want to go, just don't. Stay home and sleep. I'm sure God will understand. Of course, the Holy Church might not, they missed their opportunity to lecture you and collect your donation to a worthy cause.
I'm going to bed. Until next time darlings. Hugs and Kisses.

FOR - EV- ER

It's been too long.
I guess it's because I can never really think of anything terribly interesting to say. i mean, I had this idea that I could just list as many different words that all meant "penis", but would that hardly be quality entertainment? I mean, I know that everyone who reads blogs does so in order to really be enlightened by another person's unintelligible ramblings, so why can't I think of anything good to say?
I could rattle off all of my personal opinions and ideas about anything; religion, politics, the best place to get a burger, the most comfortable underwear. But why would anyone want to read that? But people pay fucking money for that kind of stuff. Like going to see a Henry Rollins spoken word show. Which I did in March. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Henry Rollins, he's a very smart man, very entertaining, and I enjoy his music. I also agree with a great many of his ideas, but the fact still remains, why are people willing to pay money to go listen to some other person's ideas? Are we so dependent on others that we're not able to form our own thoughts?
NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
I think we just like hearing someone else say things we agree with, or having someone else present opinions for our inspection. That must be it, right?

Giiiiiiizmoooooo

What an excellent group of days. List of films watched with my friend Andy over the last two days (many of them not for the first time):
-Gremlins
-Equilibrium
-the Mist
-August Underground
-Cradle of Fear

All of them, wonderful films in their own special way. I cannot get the cheesy-80's synth-jam main theme of Gremlins out of my head now. So anyway, today is devoted to watching old episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond, drinking assloads of grape juice, listening to music, and catching up on B.K.'s blog.
Quote: "I only lied because I care about you; in fact, if I cared less, I wouldn't lie half as much."
This raises an interesting point. While most lies are told generally as an act of self-preservation, some lies are told so that the person being lied to feelings' will not get hurt. Does this make the act of lying in this case acceptable? At heart, you are trying to be a 'good' person and help the other person. So I guess that should make it okay.
It has now been since mid-March since I've eaten meat. Being vegetarian is going mostly fine so far, although I really miss peameal bacon.

Superheroes, Beer, and Bugs.

Last night I was at a birthday party for my friend. It was a fairly standard birthday party you might say (bbq, beer, cake, all that), but here's the kicker: we were all dressed as superheroes/supervillains. Yours truly attended in the green and yellow garb of Kick-Ass. Pretty awesome, eh?
Anyway, during a game of bocci ball, I became the victim of a tenacious mosquito, leaving me with a swollen and red bug bite on my forehead. I won the first game of bocci ball, but the second not so much.
That's two bbq's in a row folks! Although Tim no longer plays bass in F.T.B., I went to an awesome grill up at his house on friday night. How splendid. Lucky for me, this morning the hangover has made a minimal appearance. Which is good, because I think I'm going to another bbq tonight, although it's at the same guy's house....

I lost my job at the grocery store. How terrible. It really was kind of a crap job, but I needed the money, so it sucks. A fucking lot.

I told you!

I told you there would be two posts today! I never lie. Not to you, my avid fan base.
Kind of a shitty night. Tired, headache.
But on the upside, I quit my job today!
Yes ladies and gentlemen, yours truly, up until only about 5 hours ago was employed at Dollarama, is now the newest member of a grocery store produce team. It was such a relief to hand in my letter of resignation to my boss. She was so immature and rude about everything I asked her, always acted like everything was a huge favor to me, and that it was a gigantic deal.
So, of course I sank to her level. I waited until she had a large lineup of customers, walked up the till and handed her the letter. "This is my letter of resignation. I quit."
I felt glorious. Am I a winner at life or what?
Nothing quite like handing it to your boss. If she had been at least friendly or professional, I would have been that way too. I was quitting either way, as they were unable to supply me with sufficient hours, but I would have been a whole lot nicer about it.

2 Posts?

Good morning!
Having just crawled out of bed, I felt the immediate pull of the internet, and so came down to my computer and navigated to this blog. Because I just have so much to say.
I had the strangest dream last night. It began with me and the band we were riding a school bus with a bunch of other people, and for some reason, we were all sitting in separate seats. When the bus came to a stop, James decided to stay on while the rest of us hopped off. As soon as we were off of the bus, we had transformed. I was Batman, Tim was Superman, and Kyle was Gandalf. What the fuck?
Gandalf/Kyle then proceeded to chase Tim and I around town, through several backyards(home to angry residents!) and up and down streets. This whole chase was peppered with random viewings of James watching us from the bus window as it drove around town. The chase was seemingly endless, until for no apparent reason, I awoke in my little bed, the sun streaming through the window and directly into my eyes.
Isn't that exciting? In my last entry, come to think of it, I did mention something about adventures. Well, if the adventures come in dream form, then so be it!
Sorry about the lack of dragons and other mythical creatures. Maybe I'll eat lots of crazy foods before bed next time and that will somehow alter my dreaming subconscious.
Exciting stuff!

Stuff and Fluff!

F.T.B. currently working on lots of new material. Splendid.
On to more pressing matters, I am extremely tired. It is common knowledge(I think) that the average human requires 8 hours of sleep every night. I recently heard (can't recall the source), that anymore than those 8 hours is a negative thing for the body.
Is this true?
I don't know why that's important.
Enough of this mind numbing bullshit called a blog. Blogs are pretty stupid if you actually examine what they are. Who cares about what happened during my day? What's the point in relaying all this information to you? I just really use it as a boost for my own non-existent ego.
Now, if you've got an exciting life, full of adventures, and dragons, and tour, and broken airplanes and stuff, I can see a blog being very interesting! Or if I were to post a short mystery every week for a year, and ask people to try and solve them in the comment box. What an idea!
But unfortunately for all of you avid fans out there in cyberland, I am lazy, and no such excitement will be forth coming. So too bad.
I read today's entry on Brendan Kelly's blog 'Bad Sandwich Chronicles', in which he mentioned Tralfamadore, the alien planet in Kurt Vonnegut's book Slaughter House 5. I was so excited to see a reference to one of my favorite novels. Does this make me strange? I was excited to the point where I actually told my sister, who was sitting in the next room. I recieved a strange look.

Your forgiveness is a fading fiction

Dinner with new people was good.
Now it's my girlfriend's turn! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA
But lucky her, we're going to Mandarin, therefore the task of meeting new people is vastly over shadowed by the presence of mound upon mound of delicious food shipped fresh from the Orient.
Yes, I really believe that the food served at Mandarin is an accurate representation of real fresh Asian food.
From the Bottom has a gig at a house party coming up sometime in the early summer. it's a long way off, and we'll hopefully have other gigs before then, but for now, it's something to look forward to. Of course, I'm not going to tell you whose house it's at, because then all of you shit-for-brains mindless followers of F.T.B. would flock to the poor person's residence just to indulge in a night of orgies and other innocent childhood fun.
I didn't get fired from work yet. It was a near miss though, I think.
Well, I'm off to perform an emergency rescue of the girl. Wish me luck!

Greetings from the interior....

It has been a while since I posted. Mostly it seems I take significant breaks between posts because I really have nothing interesting to say. I have to wait for external forces to cause turbulence in my life so I can run home to my computer and type it up as fast as I can for all of you avid followers to read.
So anyway, we played a gig at the All Stars Bar and Grill (it finally happened!!!). It went okay I suppose, but something was wrong with the P.A. and vocals were not loud enough. What a crying shame.
I work today, probably one of my last shifts, which kind of sucks. Sure, nobody actually likes having to work, but it's money, which everybody needs apparently. I missed a few shifts, and am now in trouble. We shall see how this all works out in the end.
Then I'm meeting new people. Wonderful. We'll also see how that works out.
It's not really a big deal, but I do get somewhat anxious when meeting new people. I'm not really sure why.
I recently became vegetarian. Interesting. I feel better already.
A plane crashed that was carrying several high up Polish government officials, including the president of the country. It crashed in Russia. Can anyone say conspiracy theory?

The Bottom?

Fuck, another name change!
Good!
Sorry, but I always disliked Blackout the Sun (B.O.T.S.) as a name.
We are now called From The Bottom, which was a moniker suggested by James. So you can all give him high-fives for thinking of it. Cool.
Other than that, nothing new going on really. I'm back at high school for a second semester of Grade 13. Why you ask? I don't fucking know! I just am.
I'm there to learn. Unfortunately, I'm not learning anything. One of my teachers is excellent, he resembles a slightly more youthful Saruman from Lord of the Rings.
Looking forward to playing some shows with the new band line up, it should be fun and exciting to be playing music that I thoroughly enjoy playing.

You're Pissing Me Off.

Whoooooooooooooa.
So, I now sing again in BOTS, and play guitar.
New lineup:
Me: Vocals, Guitar
James: Guitar, Vocals
Tim: Bass, Vocals
Kyle: Drums
We will be playing some house party or other soon I am sure, but we also have another gig at All Stars Bar and Grill in Brampton on March 14th. You should show up, so I can touch you inappropriately.
So, I was recently informed that the catastrophe in Haiti happened because: "God was punishing the people of Haiti because they practice Voodoo."
Ugh, I was disgusted. This is an extremely closed-minded and ignorant point of view. Look around you people, yours is not the only religion. You can't prove it's right, you're not superior, so get the fuck over it.
I have no problem with people if they believe in religion, it is totally your choice, but let's temper it with some common sense and some humanity, alright?