"Slayer-Kittie?" No, you just don't get it.

Dang, I'm bad with internet things. I tried to put up a new background on this thing and now it's just white.

I ordered a Hot Rock shirt and an All Hands On The Bad One poster from KRS. Exciting. All my friends already know how much I love Sleater-Kinney, so I can wear the shirt without having to explain to everyone what a "Sleater-Kinney" is. I'm still trying to figure out a way to get to Lollapalooza. I wish I could see SK at a smaller venue, but I guess beggars can't be choosers. I really like the Vegoose DVD that I got off of the SK torrents site. I love how energetic they are on stage. Janet showed unbelievable coordination when she played harmonica and drums AT THE SAME TIME. That blows my mind.

My little brother seems to be getting into them now. He sings along with Modern Girl and The Size Of Our Love. We've played the songs a few times with him on drums and me on guitar. Our versions are nowhere near as good as the real thing, but it's lots of fun to play. I try to do leg kicks sometimes and he just laughs at my pathetic un-Carrie-ness.

Mysterious Ways

I've spent the last couple weeks playing guitar and not doing much of anything else, which includes studying. Now, you can imagine my amazement when I realized that I just had the best round of midterms so far this semester. The first round was the worst, but I had spent the most time on homework/studying during that time. After Dynamics class, I talked with some of my classmates about smart people. We each had a story about a smart kid in high school who was always stoned/drunk. Somehow they still managed to either get a perfect score on the SAT or become the valedictorian, or both. I guess sometimes in order to do well, you just have to lighten up.

The last few weeks of after-school action have been like the scene in Fan Mail where Carrie's character is dancing around like a maniac in her bedroom. Just like that, except I do it for hours at a time.

Exam Tomorrow = BLOG

Why is it so hard to find people to play music with? I'll play guitar or drums, but no one will seriously accept my invitation to jam. We'll talk and I'll make a suggestion and people will just laugh and think that I'm a silly girl who's just trying to be cute by pretending to play instruments. I came close with one guy, at least he seemed to believe that I was serious, but I don't think he shared my enthusiasm. His "friend" is still "borrowing" his bass. Yeah, right.

I'm eating leftover Easter candy. It's always so fancy. They have to make huge chocolate bars in the shapes of eggs, rabbits, and crucifixes. THEN, they fill the chocolate with all kinds fatty, creamy fillings. I'll eat one and then feel so sick that I'll nearly be ready to never eat chocolate again. Then five minutes later I'll start eating another one, which leaves me feeling more sick than the first one. But it's so good. What a vicious cycle.


I'm finally getting that Boss Blues Driver that I've wanted forever. Thanks to grandma and grandpa for the birthday check. I put it to good use with some more musical junk. How predictable.

Blogspot Revisited

It all started, um, let's see, one...more than TWO years ago. I was a senior in high school taking an ethics class. Our teacher made us sign up for blogger accounts. I made mine, posted some journals about our case studies, and then forgot about it. Fast forward two years and three months. I'm back. Blogger has changed dramatically. This is probably better than Xanga.