listening:: "immature" - we the people
Actually, their name might be "Down and Out", I dunno. I don't really care. Haven't heard of them? That's because they're a local band (in Texas). I'm talking super local, because they're not big at all. They're not even a garage band. That's right, for those of you who are loyal readers and actually remember my entry about my vacation to Texas, it's Justin's band. Justin and his band wish they were just like Blink 182. Justin and his band only listen to Blink 182. Justin and his band dress like Blink 182. Justin and his band suck ass. I'm serious, their music is so incredibly bad that I've made them the laughingstock of my whole school AND bus in one day by letting people listen to their "EP" that my parents (not me.) bought (I wouldn't waste my money on that crap. Although it is fucking hilarious!). I'm going to get him back so bad when he and his family fly down here for the 4th of July. Mwahaha.
So far, the most common favorite lyrics are:
"the cold surrounds me, all around" (how redundant...)
"yes we're immature and retarded/ yes we laugh when someone farted" (way to screw up the past and present tense.)
"I fell asleep as you walked out the door" (honestly, does this make any sense for a sad song?)
"ALRIGHT!" (hahahahahahahaha they're gay.)
Yeah. It's my new favorite comedy CD. It cracks me up. But enough about him. I only care so much because vengence is gnawing at my mind. *Goes insane*
The new healthy alternative to ice cream, and it isn't that bad = sherbert. OKAY! YOU KNOW WHAT! So I can't spell it! Screw you! You probably can't either!!!!!!!! *Goes insane again*
Have you ever had those random thoughts like, "hey, I could really drop this $50 CD player on the sidewalk and step on it," or "hey, I could really jam this pen into my leg really hard and jump out the window," and have that feeling like wow, I REALLY could, and then you have to convince yourself not to? I think it's the bad/stupid side of my conscience. Because in class I'll just be sitting there zoning out and suddenly I have an overwhelming urge to do something stupid like jump up on the desk and sing "Bitches" by MSI. Or yell a string of cuss words for no reason. And then the good side of my conscience is like, "no, Christine. Maybe you should just not do the crazy shitake (because my good conscience doesn't cuss) that you're feeling compelled to do. Maybe you should smile. Or draw ponies." Well, my good conscience doesn't say all of that, but you know what I mean. Oh wait, no you don't, because I bet you don't think that way. Duh, Christine.