Nobody reads my blogs anymore. Oh well.

For anyone who is not familiar with Minus the Bear, I'd suggest looking them up. They're pretty much one of the most awesome indie bands out there, and their guitarist Dave Knudson used to be the guitarist for metal band Botch. If that's not cool, I dunno what is. The CD "Menos el Oso" is really good and they have another CD "Planet of Ice" coming out later this year. The song "Dr. L'ling" is on http://www.suicidesqueeze.net/minusthebear.html.....listen to it! It's awesome!

This is one of the best songs ever written. (There's some profanity, so sorry if that offends you)
"Admit It!!!" by Say Anything

Admit it!!!
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs, you know nothing about art or sex that you couldn't read in any trendy, New York underground fashion magazine. Proto-typical nonconformist! You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift-store gestapo! You adhere to a set of standards and tastes that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (BULLSHIT!) giving their thumbs-up and thumbs-down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art. Go analog, baby! You're so postmodern! You're diving face-forward into an antiquated past! It's disgusting! It's offensive! Don't stick your nose up at me!!

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends pontificating to each other, forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory in which you hog the intellectual spotlight, holding dominion over the entire shallow, pointless conversation! (Oh, we're not worthy.) When you walk by a group of quote-unquote "normal people," you chuckle to yourself, patting yourself on the back as you scoff. It's the same superiority complex shared by the high-school jocks who made your life a living hell, and it makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma you spend every moment of your waking life bitching about!!

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Cause I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I've become
You're free to whine -- it will not get you far
I do just fine with my car and my guitar!

Well, let me tell you this: I am shamelessly self-involved. I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled. I worry about how this album will sell, because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future. I self-medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety!
You are a faker! Admit it!
You are a fraud! Admit it!
Yeah! You're living a lie! Living a lie! Your life is living a lie!
You don't impress me! Admit it!
You don't intimidate me! Admit it!
Why don't you bow down, get on the ground, WALK THIS FUCKING PLANK!

...And I am done with this. I wanna taste the breeze of every great city.
So you've come to be made of these things urgently unfulfilled.
When I'm dead, I'll rest.

Am I the only one who's affected by violence in movies? I saw Casino Royale this weekend. Not the most violent of movies. I loved it, it was an awesome movie, one of my favorite Bond movies, but I found myself wincing more than once because the violence was so rough. Now, I'm not saying "Oh, America's too violent....everyone should change" or anything like that...I'm just wondering if I'm as much of a wimp as I think.

So. What's everyone's favorite animated movie?
The first Shrek still cracks me up.

I love spring break. I love being bored. I love being home alone.

I love Switchfoot, and everybody else on threadless can bash me about it, and I won't care. They make me happy.

There are some strongly opinionated people on here. It seems an argument can arise out of anything anybody says. Mayonnaise is gross. ---- How about that, eh? Let's argue about that!

I'll say whatever I want on here. I'm not afraid to share my thoughts, values, and beliefs. Maybe I'll start a band like Switchfoot that everyone will hate because I have morals.

Occasionally, I find myself wishing for things. I wish that I had more time. I wish that I had no homework. The thought "I wish I had a million dollars" frequently passes through my brainwaves.
This makes me feel kind of guilty. Not only do I have plenty of things to be thankful for and quite enough of what I need, but there are also much less fortunate people in the world who are perfectly happy with their lives. Why do I need anything more?
This gets me thinking. Modern America is saturated with want. The Internet and television teach the youngest of children that they could have so much more, if only for $2.99 shipping and handling. Money. It's become the supreme goal in life. As seniors in high school, we look forward to going off to college so we can learn how to do a job and earn a living. Most of us try and think of the occupation that's going to give us the most financial security.
This topic is discussed quite adequately in Switchfoot's song "American Dream":

**When success is equated with excess, the ambition for excess wrecks us
As top of the mind becomes the bottom line, when success is equated with excess
If your time ain't been nothin' but money, I start to feel really really bad for you, honey
Maybe honey, put your money where your mouth's been runnin, if your time ain't been nothin but money.

I want out of this machine, it doesn't feel like freedom

This ain't my American Dream. I wanna live and die for bigger things.
I'm tired of fighting for just me, cause this ain't my American Dream.

When success is equated with excess, when we're fighting for the Beamer, the Lexus
As the heart and soul breathe in the company goals when success is equated with excess.

This ain't my American Dream! I wanna live and die for bigger things!
I'm tired of fighting for just me, cause this ain't my American Dream.

Cause baby's always talking' bout a ring! And talk has always been the cheapest thing!
Is it true, would you do what I want you to if I show up with the right amount of bling?
Like a puppet on a monetary string, maybe we've been caught singing "Red, white, blue, and green!"
That ain't my America, it ain't my American Dream.**

Not only is this the only rock and roll song I know that uses the word "bling," it speaks an undeniable truth.
Now, I have nothing against America itself. Nothing against the president, or the war, or any of it. This only speaks of corporate America. Entertainment America.
Okay. I'm done now.

School is like prison. In many ways. Let me explain:
1) I am kept here against my will.
2) I am unhappy most of the time.
3) They feed us crap for "food."
4) It is the law to be here.
5) Fun is not allowed.
6) Choice is not allowed.
If you have any additions, comment them.

I draw obscure pictures in my free time. I write a few paragraphs of unfinished stories. But mostly, I drown my world in music. I practice pitifully less than I should, but I listen to music almost literally 24/7. My latest obsession? Switchfoot. I saw them live on March 10th, and it was almost a life-changing experience. Their songs are good on the records, but live, they put so much meaning into them. Before you scoff, I would suggest that you go see them live. I can't understand anybody not enjoying themself at a Switchfoot show.

In one hour and ten minutes, I have a huge Political Science project due. This consists of about 50 questions (full sentence answers), an outline of a 20-page chapter in the textbook, and four essays. I've done all the questions but two, I did the entire outline, and I have one and a half B.S.'d essays. Wow, I'm makin progress.

I have yet to buy a Threadless shirt, due to financial constraints. Grr. I should have one within a month, though. Any suggestions?

I'm writing this because I'm sick of my profile saying "Awww, this is a shame!"
...That said, Threadless is awesome.