What what?!

Back again. I'm doing laundry at Mother's house, rawk on. My hands smell like onions due to McDicks. I've been in a melancholic state lately, but I recently found a banjo at my dad's house so that's bound to lift my spirits.

What else? Oh, yes, Halloween. I slept through it. Originally my good friend Monica and I were going to go to our good friend Glynis' party but I opted to take a nap instead. I felt bad so now we're going to dress up for Thanksgiving. I'm pretty baked for the meeting about it. I decided I'm going to be Homestar Runner. It is now Jenna and my quest to find really tight white pants. TO SAVERS!

But not right now, for I'm doing laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.

Also new: a really bad haircut.

And: a mandolin!

One more: John Reyna's jersey magically found it's way to my bedroom. I know...

Oh, and Jenna and I decided to break up with Drew... Sniff... all the memories! My heart is in such pain...

Concert and such!

It's been a while...

Tuesday was a great night! Because of some street teaming mishap, a friend of a friend wound up with two extra tickets to the Rock Band Live Tour and didn't have a ride, so said friend and I took the extra tickets and drove. The Cab, Plain White T's, Dashboard Confessional and Panic at the Disco all performed, along with some people who played Rock Band 2 on stage for winning a competition in the lobby(our band, "The Adjectives" didn't win, mostly due to my inability to use the flipping drum pedal...). My thoughts on the bands:

The Cab was pretty really good. I'm sad to say that my first reaction to hearing they were playing was "You mean Death Cab for Cutie?". The answer was a unanimous "No" joined with death stares from all the FBR scene kids around me. Their music was jovial and dancey with some nice guitar riffs thrown in to make sure they didn't get too poppy. It's the kind of music that's great to groove to in the car, but after a couple of listens on their myspace page(hard core research, right?) I can't say that I would get much more than the occasional clever lyric and addictive hook out of them.

Next was the Plain White T's. We actually missed their first song, their latest single "Natural Disaster", becaus Lindsey and I were busy trying to win the formerly mentioned Rock Band competition. Can't say I missed too much. They're pretty sappy, almost naseua enducingly so during one song... like "Three Words" or something... I don't remember the title(hard core research, right?). But even if "Hey There Delilah" fits into that category, it's still a fun song and we blew our vocal chords out when they did "Hate is a Strong Word(But I Really Really Really Don't Like You)".

Third was Dashboard Confessional. They were amazing. "Vindicated" is probably on my top ten favourite songs. I was all about them in high school, and that's all I really have to say about that.

Before Panic went on, there was a lovely surprise. Dashboard called The Cab and Plain White T's to the stage and they all performed Pink's "So What". Lindsey and I collectively shit a brick and lost our voices all over again. It made me extremely happy :)

Finally, Panic at the Disco performed. They're one of my favourite bands, despite their total change in direction on their last album. I didn't enjoy "Pretty. Odd." too much because it seemed that it was way over produced. Though the songs and lyrics were great, it seemed that there was almost too much noise. I kind of go along the lines of less is more when it comes to musical depth(Forget Cassettes have three instruments and somehow I can listen to the same song on repeat for an hour and still appreciate it for something different), and all the orchestral scores made songs that should have been great just seem meh(I'm looking at you, "Jolly Green Gentleman"!). But watching them live with just guitar, bass, drums and an occasional piano made me realize just how great they are and how much I want them to release an accoustic album. They played their new songs, their old songs and a cover of "Shout"(You know you make me want to...). They were deffinatly the highlite of the concert and the reason my voice has been gravely all week.

A bunch of other stuff happened. Got a speeding ticket, met a fun chica, played the new Clue, got Panic's autographs, watched a homeless person attack said chica and learned how to kill a man with my car keys from Panic's body guard, Zach.

Ack, I was listening to Northern Downpour with my headphones on(Hey moon, please forget to fall down...) and I didn't realize it was going to be stereo and all of a sudden Brendon Urie is serenading my left ear. *shudder*.

I'm going to an Amanda Palmer concert at Chicago in the beginning of December. It will be awfully exciting. I'm also driving some friends to the cities for a Weezer concert, but I'm not going(there are slightly more unaltruistic motives that I find more enthralling....)

Now I'm listening to the Hercules soundtrack. Everyone needs a good Disney movie now and then.

Polyphonic Spree, Amanda Palmer, and I'm sure a couple other things...

Ok, lots to talk about.

Firstlylu, my Birthday was on Sunday. I had a birthday party with my dear friends on Saturday(well, mostly dear friends... 3 people showed up whom I've never met before). It was pretty much amazing. The first hour consisted of Piper, Jenna and I throwing balloons at eachother with the strobe light on(Finally, the strobe light is back in my possession... it's been two years and at least four different locations but it's back!). Then more people showed up and we pretty much chilled in the living room, occasionally digressing into childish antics involving water pistols and the futon. It was my kind of party!

On Sunday was my birthday with my family which was also fun. We went to Olive Garden and I met my dad's new girlfriend and I guess they're moving to Mexico for at least a month starting in November. I can't wait for Dad to tell Grandma... she's not keen on (1) Mexico, (2) missing Thanksgiving and (3) girlfriends with hippy stripper names. I personally like all three, but I suppose that's why Grandma and my conversations usually stick to how we feel about squirrels.

Music! I downloaded Polyphonic Spree's album Fragile Army and it is epic and amazing. I like music you can lose yourself in and a lot of the songs feel more like full on scores than pop ditties. I listened to it a bunch and think it's great, but it's been quickly over shadowed by my latest download, Amanda Palmer's first solo album: "Who Killed Amanda Palmer?". Amanda is the piano pounding lead bitch of punk cabaret duo The Dresden Dolls. I wasn't quite sure how good this album would be, being that Amanda really defines The Dresden Dolls, so wouldn't her solo attempt just be more of the same? I was really wrong. The production values are much bigger than her past DD records but it still retains that raw emotional quality that we've come to expect from her.

I'm not going to reread that last paragraph... I'm sure it's riddled with repetition and fragments, but if I keep editing it it will never be posted...

Gah, I cut myself shaving pretty badly and my face now hurts. emu.

So, lets go back a couple days. Polyphonic Spree's Fragile Army. It's a jovial album and I love the Spree's sound. Think IMA Robot in the 70s or the sound that Panic(!) At the Disco tried to get on their last album and you'll get the idea.

My birthday party is tonight so I'm panic cleaning. Well not really... I'm just blogging...

I need a job. I keep getting this feeling that everything is going to fall through and go hellishly awry..

Downloaded Kelly Clarkson's Breakaway album for background music for tonight... Where is your heart, cuz I don't really feel you?

Just finished my first play through of Polyphonic Spree's album Fragile Army and it's pretty much amazing. It's great drawing music... I'll post much more elaborate review tomorrow... maybe even some of my drawings if you're lucky :)

Rock out with my flocks of sheep out

A bit of an update on the computer. I stole a computer monitor from Mother so now I can see with all the colours of the wind.

Today Jenna and I had some roommate bonding time. She's going to the Rocky Horror Picture Show on Friday night so I accompanied her to the mall and Savers on a quest to find whorish costumes that would make her and Piper look like Transvestites. Mission accomplished!

Afterwards we headed to Jenna's family's house for Spaghetti supper. It was pretty fun. Her family kind of reminds me of mine. Jesse and Jenna are kind of like Katie and I(well, when Katie wasn't throwing a fit/borderline conniption) and their dad reminds me of mine. On an earlier supper he gave Jenna the same "packing lunches saves money" speech that my dad gave me... pretty much verbatim. So today I played along and even threw in some of my dad's gems(Jenna's father seemed quite impressed that I knew the STD rate among adults).

I'm downloading the Polyphonic Spree's 2007 album Fragile Army. And you can't stop me. My thoughts on it will probably be posted tomorrow.

Anna's back!

Boy oh boy, what a night was had! Around 11:30 I received a call from my good friend Anna. She moved to LA at the spur of the moment back in June to get away from it all and is now back for a few days to take care of some unfinished business("unfinished business" usually has some notorious connotations, but I was reassured that it was nothing to worry about).

My car didn't have gas, so we both walked towards eachother's houses and met halfway(well, she biked so we met more by the Family Video... But you know, semantics...) and proceeded to chill at the apartment. We sat and updated eachother on our lives over a couple cans of Diet Rite Cherry Zero Cola and reminicsed on our past debautcherous days... We also became quite aware that there's nothing to do in Eau Claire after 11pm for those in the sub 21 demographic. After some more debating we decided that we should go to Wal*Mart(tm) and get Anna some gloves to help her cope with the drastic climate change between California and good ol' Wisconny.

My car was out of gas, but not to worry! I had a dollar fifty in change. We walked to the Kwik Trip with a gas can(I wish I could read the minds of the people driving by us... Anna in her winter garb and me jestly prodding her with a gas canister at 12:30 in the night). We bought a little less than a half gallon and a strawberry cigar(Anna bought the cigar). We were off to our night of adventure!

While walking to my car I did the math on how far we could go on a half gallon of gas. The answer I came up with with unsatisfactory so I wrote it off as a division error and figured I've gone much farther on much less so I shouldn't worry.

My car ran out of gas. And I was worried.

I blame the upward angle. Anna blames my unemployment. Regardless, the car precariously stopped at the lights on the I-94 exit for the mall(next to a bridge... the mall was on our right and Target/Aldi's/That Chinese Place With The Health Code Violations was to our left). The light had just turned red so we had only moments before we would need to act. After a few moments of ferverous debating, when the light turned green we shook the car back and forth, turned on the ignition and hoped. We forgot the minor detail that God hates us so it didn't turn on.

This went on for several intervals of red and green lights. Finally we decided that it was, in fact, possible to push the car to the Mobile station. Obviously our depth perception was terribly innacurate, but worst cast scenario we would push it to the side of the road and we could walk and get gas.

Then cars started coming.

Up until this point there were no cars at all on the road. But halfway through our half-hearted full-legged left turn a car came. Honked. Glared. And swirved around us. Then another one. And finally a third(I know that in writing three cars doesn't sound like a big deal, but keep in mind we were pushing my beast of a machine in the middle of the road and it was the middle of the night when cars go like 45 on 30 roads...).

This third car, however, came back around. And to our surprise/rejoice, a couple of strapping mid-20-something men came to help us push.

"Honey, you get into the car and you, Teddy Bear, help me over here".

Horray! Drunken gays!(If you needed to ask, Anna was Honey and I was Teddy Bear)

While pushing, the manlier gay kept asking me questions. Anna later informed me that this was not so much as polite banter as much as it was a quiz trying to figure out if I was gay and how easy I was. I don't know if I should say I passed or failed(these things are kind of relative), but needless to say most of my answers were followed by "Ack, this belt doesn't work... This would be much easier if my pants would stay on!"

The last block my new found man-friend had his boyfriend(?) push our car with his car. We reached the station and parted ways. Afterwards we found out that the Mobile only does credit or debit cards at the pump. Without any cards on us, we called Anna's sister and she agreed to save us.

While sitting in the car we smoked the strawberry cigar(Mmmmm... My clothes smelt like burnt strawberry for the rest of the night!) and listened to the radio.

We talked some more and she wants me to move out with her when she goes back to LA. Seriously. She misses her Eau Claire friends and I'm her best bet being that I don't have a job and don't have school. The only thing keeping me in Eau Claire is Jenna, and Anna said that Jenna could find a new roommate in no time.

I was a bit mad at the timing... had she offered this just 5 months earlier I would have hands down said yes(Brian trivia: I found a roommate and job in Conneticut and almost moved there in April but my car broke down which I was going to sell and that started a series of events that sifend off most of my Conneticut fund). Anna found an apartment that we could move into and she even could have gotten me a job at the Starbucks she works at. But alas, I would never leave Jenna. Though I still kind of wonder what it would be like if I had moved to Conneticut...

Anyway, Alice came and saved the day.

The End.

Oh! And another thing! For those who aren't in the know, I have two laptops. Both run on Linux not out of pretense but necessity. You see, my dad got them for free because they had problems so rare and troublesome that they were deemed unusable and not even worthy of the being called computing machines. After a couple of jaunting Father-Son bonding time, we fixed both of them(supplement your own montages here, if you must). 3 months later I'm on my bedroom floor typing on a monitor that only shows green and blue.

You see, the laptop I'm currently on has a terrible deformity. That terrible deformity is that it runs on PC Linux OS which is slow as fuck. When we first turned on the laptop outside of the trash heap my dad found it, we were curious to note that the screen worked. Curious in the sense that we looked the other direction and crossed our fingers, not curious in the sense that we looked to check any lose wires or faulty bulbs in the screen. A couple months down the line, though, the screen stopped working period and I morosely plugged it into a monitor. This monitor became slightly self-actualized and realized that it's only existence was to tether me to my binding room and keep me from computing in the large free world that god intended me to roam(though it wouldn't have killed him to make the world sans one faulty laptop... this is why I find god unworshipable). Rightfully so, the monitor decided that it would only display blue pixels.

Having enough of these irritances, I switched to a laptop running on Ubuntu. But then one day it wouldn't turn on. Ever.

Now I'm black to ol' blue, but it seems if I twiddle with the chord I can get yellow. Crap, my foot fell asleep and now I'm back to just blue.... And now I can't see anything... crap... Ok, we're on just yellow but that will suffice. Goodbye, cruel world!

Oh, I'm also having a great hair day today. It's a shame the only person who will see it is Jenna, who spent the last 6 hours lying in a semi-conscious state in her bedroom, which is most definitely not glorifying my picture-esque mug. So I'll just sit here and think of a pun involving hair and altruism...

More or less update

Oh? I have a blog?

I have a couple saved posts but they aren't quite up to my standards which is why I haven't posted them. So instead I'll talk about the past couple of days. Let's start with today!

For the past couple of days I've been wearing glasses for two reasons: 1. They make me look dashingly intelligent and I'm looking for a job and you don't see any homeless people who look intelligent. 2: I couldn't find my box o' contacts. So after tearing my room apart twice I found them. I thought this story would be much more interesting but now that I'm rereading it... I suppose I'll not delete it. Lets try another story?

Cherry Jello moved to River Falls for a couple months and I was supposed to visit her. Lack of gas and road-trip buddies, however, vanquished any formidable plan to visit her. Yadda yadda yadda, I tore my room apart looking for my USB dongle for my camera. I tear my room apart a lot. This story needs form and lacks coherent exposition... Third times the charm?

Spaced is pretty much the most epic show ever. It's one of those wry British comedies with lots of clever dialog. Jenna and I have been watching them at my good friend Drew's dorm room. It's about two roommates and their eccentric habits and shenanigans. Occasionally it strikes very close to home, like when Daisy was trying to understand Tim's artwork or anytime the foggy red-headed land-lady comes to visit. Very funny, I give it 4 stars and a smiley face. **** :)

My birthday is in 8 days! I think I might have a party for myself on Saturday. I should probably find my USB dongle for my camera before then... And make facebook invites. And clean my room. Gah..

"Ooo! My blog's created!"

"My blog! It's alive" I exclaimed at my flickering laptop screen.
"Oh Jesus..." Jenna passivly sighed at the thought of what her roommate had just released.

Umm... I think I just switched from first to third person there. And now I'm neither. Well, technically first person... Oh, lord, this is going to be crap.

So I suppose I should use this first post as an introduction. My name is Brian, I'm almost 20 and I'm writing this on a laptop that is a total piece of crap. It's slow-as-fuck and I think it just likes dicking around with my emotions. I'm a conservative christian who loves horses. and ponies. and little kittens.

I live with my best friend Jenna who is dating my other best friend Drew. Together both have destroyed 12 horses, mauled 16 ponies and eaten 36 kittens.

It should be said that Jenna and I share a mind. She's watching my dim monitor as I type and occasionally throws in her own suggestions to what I write, usually when I'm mid-typing them... Did that make any sense? I forgot I don't like writing because I have a habit of writing stream-o-conscious style but my typing usually doesn't keep up with my head and not all of it transfers(it should also be said that I have mad typing skills... I can usually clock in at 102 wpms on an average day).

I'm sure I'll have lots more to say and hopefully it will be more coherent. This post is mainly just to say that I do, infact have a blog(this is actually my sixth... perhaps my next post will be a blogography of sorts? Ooo, I like that...)

I really wish I had a bagel.