I'm a fleabit peanut monkey

//hearing: The Who - Subsitute
//thinking: great ..

I made it into University High. Isn't that wonderful? No friends. "Challenging" classes. Goodie. There is nothing even remotely good or fun about this experience. I don't want to go to college, so the whole everybody-gets-a-scholarship thing isn't beneficiary to me whatsoever. If I do go to college, it'll be an art school in London or New York.

I'm tired of having to live my parents' lives. I know I am, because after I declared that I did not want to go, my father responded by saying that ne "never got opportunities like these when I was young. We were too poor to think about our futures." And I'm supposed to pity you ... why again? It's in the past. He has a job now, and an honest one at that. I've already thought about my future enough, and I know what I'd like to do. I could care less if anyone accepts it or supports me. It's what I'm going to do.

I'm out at 18.

//hearing: The Kinks - Picture Book
//thinking: Ha!

I went to the dance.

HA! I went to the dance!!

I can't believe it.

Anyway, it was supposed to be a 50s dance. I knew it was going to be a jip, seeing as how we have to wear uniforms, and they're always too lazy to decorate, and I knew they wouldn't play 50s music because they'd probably hired a crappy DJ.

They played one song. ONE. Jerry Lee Lewis - Great Balls of Fire. Everyone kept booing. I was like, Hello. 50s dance!

And all the young'ns were trying to dance to it, thinking they were all cool, but Linda and Joel and Sandra and I were the only ones who knew what we were doing.

And that was the last sign of the 50s I ever saw.. or rather, heard. We requested Twist and Shout, and he said they'd all hate us if he played it. We requested the Beatles version, because it's not like anyone would have known that it wasn't from the 50s. He never played it.

Overall, it was the best dance I'd ever been to, because we made it fun for ourselves being all stupid and crazy. And Linda and I started a mosh pit to some hip-hop, and Sandra and I got in a fight. Not really though, but everyone thought it was real.

99.9% those songs I wouldn't have even known if not for Marlene, but that's not exactly a good thing on her part, is it?

There were alot of fat munchkins with short-shorts and cameltoes. Sorry for the visual, but they are the epitome of ... our .. opposites. (I know there's a better way to say that, but I can't think of it right now.)

//hearing: Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River
//thinking: whaaatever

So Led Zeppelin stole a bunch of riffs and lyrics and tunes and whole songs from some obscure artists. So what? No one - no one - can deny the talent of Messrs. Page, Plant, Jones, and Bonham.

I came in 6th place at the spelling bee -- hehe .

What a controversial night it was! And unfair .. and dramatic, to say the least, and one may read about it here if one wishes.

So now I can get back to not worrying or stressing out under all those hot lights. Or studying for the next competition.

Ah, it won't be long 'till Summer comes, indeed ...

//hearing: The Zombies - She's Not There
//thinking: Where is this city?!

Led Zeppelin did a remake of Smoke on the Water? That's craaazy.

Anyway. Have some words of inspiration.

From "Stairway to Hell: The 500 Best Heavy Metal Albums in
the Universe" by Chuck Eddy:

'...I mean, what's this "If there's a bustle in your hedgerow don't be alarmed now"? If I found anything bustling in my hedgerow, I'd get out my shotgun.'

I am still thoroughly convinced that Stairway to Heaven has everything to do with Lord of the Rings. As for the unexplained "bustle in hedgerow" part, what immediately comes to my mind is the March of the Ents. Just a thought ..

I have a spelling bee to attend (and "perform" in), and I have some orchestra thing to go to on Saturday. What happened to the lazy dog days of summer, when the most I had to worry about was attempting to get up before 2 PM? Ah, those days are gone now. But before you know it, we will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old rock spiritual:

"That jukebox in the corner is blasting out my favorite song;
the nights are getting warmer, it won't be long--
It won't be long till summer comes,
now that the boys are here again."

//hearing: Cream - I Feel Free
//thinking: Such a long way.

I wonder if there's anyone who really can ruin a Led Zeppelin reunion show ...

Hm.

Anyway .. I'm in search of a band. Well, not a whole one. A singer, drummer, guitarist, and harmonica player! ('Cause .. I'm the bassist.)I don't care who it is. The one thing in specific I'm looking for is, they need to be in agreement with the musical direction I'm headed in. A real rock n' roll band, I should advertise. I've gotten a few applicants. That are for the most part obsessed with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. (No, No, No!)

Cristina better learn blues guitar soon.

//hearing: Van Halen - I'll Wait
//thinking: this!

It has come to my attention that people have been stumbling upon this diary by searching for queries such as "Jeff Beck", "Mick Jagger", "eccentric",
"loser", "crap", and "random song names". No lies. And to that I say to you: Contact me for information on such queries. I can accomodate you if you need to do an essay on random song names.

Delighted to be of service.