Welcome to the NHK kicks ass. Paranoid shut-in with coverage on all sorts of depraved countercultures. One of the most brilliant shows I've seen, really. I like the music too, especially that one that sounds kind of like post-rock, like Do Make Say Think, maybe. I don't know. Haven't heard that much DMST yet.
While I'm on that subject, Electric Eel Shock kicks ass. If you haven't heard them, Rock n' Roll Will Rescue the World probably sums them up best.
"Maybe, I think we can be Nirvana Even better than the Presidents of USA I play faster than Eddie van Halen" And in case you were skeptical, he takes a moment to illustrate this point. Then he burps, to say it wasn't no shit.
(Note: I did not really mean to say the above verses sum them up best. The ones before them do better. I'm not writing them, because I want you to get off your ass and listen to the song, if you haven't already.)
Prom sucked. I kept thinking, about how I needed to get away from all those people. All these people that I knew, and all these people that I didn't know, all dancing to very shitty music in a very tiny space. My date agreed, but she was incredibly weird and only added to the serious mental pain I had for at least two or three of the hours that I spent there. It was nice to see who was there though, and have them see me. Pretty classy suit I have, and one person said I looked like Scarface.
Afterwards, I bowled from 12:30 to 3:30, or there abouts. Pretty fun. The music still wasn't great, but later my mom suprised me with not hating it. I explained that when you have to hear it on the bus everyday to school, sometimes twice in the same day, you have no choice but to hate it. I think the reverse might've been true for some of the other people there. Or maybe it's just the group mentality, or trying to please their girlfriends.
I went to a carnival today, after waking up around 2:30. Pretty fun. Rode a ferris wheel a few times, saw the tops of the trees, pretended to squeeze people between my fingers. "They look like ants from here." "They are ants. They are ants." (Family Guy (Bill Gates)) They have very nice music on ferris wheels (metal). A very nice carnie named Soup debated with me on my shirt. It said, "By Reading This You Have Given Me Brief Control Of Your Mind". He pointed out that by stopping me to read my shirt, he had in fact gotten control over me, and by continuing to talk to me, he maintained control. I never thought of it that way before. I did say, "Well, maybe I just wanted to talk to you." He was a pretty cool dude.
I saw a grey van today with the official A-Team insignia consisting of the words "A-Team" written in white letters with no particular decoration. Now that I have found them, I only need to hire them. What for, I don't know. How much it'll cost, I don't know. All that's important is I found the A-Team. Right here in my neighborhood.
I wonder what it would've been like if I knew how many credits I had before I chose my courses this year. Even with an advanced diploma, I only needed three classes (maybe four) so I could've come every other day, like about half the senior class does. Damnit. I like Psychology and Calculus and all, but my head hurts like a bitch right now. I haven't gotten as much sleep as I like in a couple of weeks, so there's no point in really going at all. I kind of wish I had another summer vacation.
I think good advertising should be recognized as much as good anything. And damnit, I was thinking earlier, I hate the smell of Axe. I don't like any cologne particularly well, but it sucks even worse when everyone is spraying in the air, like some sort of aerosol air freshener that's in a can and is sprayed to disperse it. But seeing those ads are so awesome, that I want to buy every kind they have and mix it in a giant jug, then bathe myself in it and not shower for months afterward. I would get so many women with my scented funk, such funk would amaze you at its amazing funkiness. I would be covered in dirt and dried fluids, but women would tackle me for no apparent reason, except for my strange pheromone-doped odor.
On second thought, nah, I don't feel like it. I don't need Axe to do that for me.
I just found out that the Bleach Eating Freaks had their second Office Bricolage competition. The contestants try to make weapons out of office supplies, and are graded in categories like Destructiveness and Aesthetics. Some of the greatest entries this time were the 10 cent Shuriken, Wire Whip, and Office Bow of Death. The last one seems really destructive, and I'd like to make it. A few of the other entries don't have the greatest instructions, and one had really bad photos (and made the mistake of saying you could "clearly see" a part). I remember there being more weapons I wanted to build myself last year, but I love the looks of the shuriken and office bow.
Okay, apparently he does lack one detail. His liver is actually below the normal size, instead of being swelled, and his gall bladder is larger than normal. So the diagnosis has been changed to lymphoma or hepatitis.
I found out yesterday, after hours and hours at the vet, that my dog probably has liver cancer. I guess he might not have cancer per se, just extremely lethally high numbers on tests and all the symptoms that accompany cancer (yellowing, vomiting, anorexia, lethargia, strange urine, etc). That doesn't mean anything.
