Conversation Nostalgia

Yesterday, I realized how offensive "Taming of the Shrew" is. This is why I'm confused, because Shakespeare usually creates these really fiery, independant female characters. I was consoled a little bit afterwards, because it was one of his first plays, so it may have been before he found Elizabeth for a wife, or before he went on a self-realization... or something. I dunno. It just seemed very un-Shakespeare. The players from the Portland Actors Ensemble were absolutely wonderful, however, and I had a very nice/romantic/cute picnic in the park with Tali as we watched Shakespeare with tons of other people.

On Reed college. I know what college I want to go to. Reed. Yes. Best liberal-arts college ever. Going there made me want to get out of high school as fast as possible. Seriously, look up Reed on Wikipedia. It is so fucking cool.

Current Location: Labor Day Couch
Current Mood: offended
Current Music: Menoma

and 70s batman lauren would have roller disco shoes
and kat, her trusty sidekick

wtf

oh yeah.

70's track
not 70s batman
you are so confused

70s batman is so much cooler

kat would be robin
trueee
I'd be BLUE

yeah baby!
and you'd disco dance and fight crime with your FUNK

yeaah baby!!!
omg omg yes
snap what would batman lauren say

don't do drugs
unless they KICK ASS

haha
like funk

you can't overuse the f word
its like a supple wine
you must drink from the funk-cup ever so slightly

hahahaha


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i wish i could send you pictures
i am wearing my 12-year-old colin batman mask
it is rubber
and it hurts my head
but it is awesome

hahahaha
omg
STAGE

?

wear it to a show
for 1 song
so you dont die

oh my god...
but our songs are like, eight minutes long
our shortest song is four minutes
(we like to jam with the audience, make the audience make up lyrics and such)
but oh my god
i will totally do that
brian will be robin, he's my bass sidekick
and todd with be like...twoface
oh my god i have to write this down
i love you lauren

hahaha
you love me because I love batman


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i still like the batman idea
that gives me inspiration for a song
the batman theme done on violin with me and todd on xylophone!

ahahaha
banjo
banjo
!!!!!!

oh
i'll play it now!

Current Mood: inspired
Current Music: Batman Banjo

...music started to completely fucking suck. I'm thinking it was the mid-90s, after the whole grunge thing died, but I'm urged to go furthur back and just wipe out the 80s all-together. Sometimes I'll watch Fuse like I'll watch Snakes on a Plane; to make fun of it. But it's not funny to me, because these bands are going to be here and other people will follow their shitty example and therefore make shitty music. I'm really worried about this. It seems people dress like certain eras of music because they don't want to be thrust into this one. This generation of music is MyspaceMusic: short, poppy, devoid of emotion, appealing to the biggest audience, and easily imitable.

In other news, boys suck according to Tessa. I'll have to check with the other girls to see if this is true.

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: "Antigone," Polaroid Nation

"I smile and assure him I'll be at Nekenieh on the twentieth and as I walk off, nodding to no one, I call back to him, "Hey asshole, I wanna watch you die, motherfuck-aaahhh," and then I start screaming like a banshee, moving across Fifty-eighth, banging my Bottega Veneta briefcase against a wall.
- "American Psycho," Bret Easton Ellis, pg. 179

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA

Current Mood: happy

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: London Bouncers by !ActionPact!

Dear God, I have this ear-splitting headache... the pain...owww...its like a loud ringing in my ears.

American Psycho is fucking hilarious by the way.

Current Location: A room somewhere...
Current Mood: headache
Current Music: Buzzing

I HATE PEOPLE WHO WEAR TRENCHCOATS. BE WARNED.

Anyways. Wow, long time since I updated, eh? Many things have been happening, I guess. I'm keeping all my grades at an A (except for Income & Money Management, but who really cares about that class?) so my father is pleased. My favorite class still is creative writing, and I believe Mr. McNeal likes me (My English teacher comes up to me and goes 'I've heard good things about you from Mr. McNeal...whuh?) So yeah. That's good.

Kat dumped me. I still don't really know why, but oh why. I went through the usual grief and such, but I think I'm recovering well. I still miss her, but that's okay. I've kind of exhausted emotion now, so now is perfect to write. I think I'm too boring. I need to become more interesting.

Reading Children of Men and Middlesex... listening to Gatsbys American Dream and Sonic Youth... and Dinosaur Jr. is fucking coming to Portland. YES! Owen is coming with me.

I don't know how my band is doing. Our lead guitarist Peter needs to get his ass in gear and start coming to rehearsal. But Marty and I are having a grand old time. I've gotten much better as a guitarist.

Uhm, I guess that's all I have to say. Goodbye for now...

Colin

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: "Fable" by GAD

Dude... dude...

Daniel and I made State for a comedic acting duo experienced. Not just a ribbon, we're going on to state... oh... my....God.

I think I've had an orgasm. This is the best day in the world for me.

Also, I'm Frick in Danielle's play along with AJ for one-acts! OH MY GOD YES... I love life. I love my girlfiend, I love my friends, I love it... I love my creative writing class so goddamn much. Ahhhh I'm writing so much more then I have and I feel liberated from cruel drudgery and thrust into the world of creativity. It's like being a kid who draws sharks again.

Oh, and I got my grades back. Fuck yes.

Whoever God is, I'm going to hug her.

Is Saturday Market a hippie mall? I must look into this.

Current Mood: indescribable
Current Music: "The Hollow" A Perfect Circle

To be rooted in Nature's domain, supplanted into history
Skyscraper fingers scraping smog and smoke
Infecting apathy, airplane scars blistering

To recall what that famous poet wrote, the thing Milton spoke:
"Better to reign in Hell then serve in Heaven."
Alas, on dead dreamer's dreams we choke

To that endless Heaven, the Fates and Glories, all of seven
Loving for that carnal truth, blowing apart the dove
To the division of these threes', eleven

Pyres of song and tombs of kings, materials and loves
strewn about on graves fitted for Gods...
Strangled, beaten, whipped by the Devil's gloves

"Children are the future" and ethics are the past
Place Y in X and now relax, to innocence we fast
Glass in passing to the masses becomes crass for cashing crashes
Sufferer of fifty lashes, to that man we speak

So abstract our generation's ripped from the womb of counterculture
Statistical hosts that ads can inhabit for free,
Cannon fodder for those political vultures.

Young poets who only share singular pain, to what degree
of fire do you ascribe that song, that poem,
through which discarded artistic entry?

Translations of undertones inscribed in skin and bone
Babble left to ponderance, eventual cementation
Compaction with those other poets who claim they're all alone.

Sincere the act of a poem's creation
Subjected to peer intervention, discouraging curiousity
To that vanishing bitch, Lady Inspiration

In Nature's domain we find these roots, these rings
So listen to our Mother sing, listen to the airplane wings
Seeds to weeds we plant in fire, garden of need
To feed another source of desire.

We are damned for this supplantion
Paradise lost in Nature's phantom.

Note - To be read in ABA BCB format. Meaning the middle line rhyme is the same rhyme for the beginning and end of the 2nd verse, and so on and so on. Only exceptions include 5th, 10th and 11th verses.

Current Mood: drained

I have a new studying program for males that I think will work fantastically. It's called "Studying for Boobs."

A very attractive girl will watch over a boy, and every half hour he studies hard, he gets to touch her boobs. It should be installed in schools nationwide.

Current Mood: stressed