I'm a fleabit peanut monkey

//hearing: This!
//thinking: music, sweet music.

*lustful sigh*

Pause if you get annoyed.

//hearing: The Eagles - Heartache Tonight
//thinking: Come on.

Follow Instructions (Europe-dwelling humans ONLY!):
1. Make sure it's today. (Saturday, 5 March 2005)
2. Go buy a blank tape.
   
3. Wait a couple of hours.
   
4. At 23:00, turn on your television.
   
5. Change to Turner Classic Movies.
   
6. Insert blank tape into VCR. (If you have one. Otherwise, you're useless, so go throw the blank tape away.)
   
7. Wait for Blow-Up to come on. You know, that thriller/drama/mystery movie. I'm sure you've heard of it. (If not, then what are you doing being British?!)
   
8. Begin recording.
   
9. Watch and enjoy whildst recording.
   
10. Think. Breathe.
    
11. Stop recording.
    
12. Take out video tape, which is now un-blank.
    
13. Go buy one of those bubble-wrap envelope things. And some stamps.
    
14. Address the envelope to me.
    
15. Write your phone number somewhere I'll see it.
    
16. Place tape into envelope.
    
17. Go outside and put the (now full) envelope into your mailbox, or whatever you cats in Europe call it.
    
18. Wait and make sure the mailman picks it up.
    
19. Wait for my phone call.
    
20. Talk to me. Send me all your love.
    
21. Thank you for your time.

I love you all.

//hearing: Van Morrison - Brown-Eyed Girl
//thinking: Another reason to be British.

Damn those people on the other side of the Atlantic.

Tonight, while millions of television sets will be turned to one of the many BBC channels that are available to them, Blow-Up will be airing on Turner Classic Movies.

But only in Europe.

Damn them.

//hearing: Jimi Hendrix - Voodoo Chile
//thinking: blister on my tongue.

Yes, I'm sick again, but it's okay because we don't have school today anyway.

One advantage of living in Arizona is you get days off for weird semi-nonexistent holidays.

Cristina's been waiting for me to make her a CD for the past ... 5 months. I was just about to but then I found out the CD she gave me already had data on it. So I tried one of my blank CDs and now my CD burner won't work.

I despise technology.

//hearing: Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son
//thinking: inevitable!

Here's a list of new-era bands that I think are ... ok-sounding.

*The Black Keys [theblackkeys.com]
*The Redwalls [theredwalls.com
*Jet [jettheband.com]
*The Darkness[thedarknessrock.com]
*The Strokes[thestrokes.com]
*The Hives [hivesmusic.com]

Like I said. OK-sounding.

//hearing: The Youngbloods - Get Together
//thinking: I'm sick again!

Isn't it ironic that though "mod" is short for "modern", the mod of today is just the same as the mod of forty years ago?

Just a thought.

//hearing: The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Fire
//thinking: It's not me.

You'd be amazed at how many times the phone rings during the day. It's like vocal popups or something.

As it turns out, my sister thinks she's a scene kid. The truth is, I can't imagine anyone less like a scene kid than my sister. She thinks she's misunderstood and rebellious and all that, but I don't think rebels tell on their younger sisters when they want to use the phone. Also, rebels are somewhat of hermits. She spends every waking moment when she's at home with my parents, which is probably why they don't yell at her as much. As much as she tries to deny, she indeed lives the emo lifestyle. Livejournal and everything, and yet she gets pissed at me when I tell her that she's emo. She thinks she's abnormally smart and wise, too. She almost reminds me of Jessica. Alot. Instead she thinks she's a scene kid, or HxC. That's the problem with emo kids. They don't know they're emo. And they're wrapped up in subconscious bliss every moment while everyone gives them the attention they so longingly deserve. The only cool emo kids are the ones that have usernames like "iKnowImEmo", because they're cute and funny. Whilst others have usernames that directly quote emo songs and still can't admit that they're so. I guess I'll just live my life ... she can't tell me that I'm emo or anything -- I mean, you don't see me sobbing hysterically at not being able to use the phone, do you? No, you don't.

.. It's raining and sunny at the same time. Odd indeed.

Just for the record, I hate it when people don't listen. In all instances I've lost my mind in, it's because someone's not listening.

So I spent the whole day listening to old Beatles albums. Well, one. The Beatles' Second Album. We have every Beatles album and for some reason I felt like listening to that one. Huh. Well anyway. My sister's home now, and she'll probably kick me off of the computer to update her MySpace or something.

Talk about unparalleled, huh?

//hearing: Led Zeppelin - D'yer Mak'er
//thinking: what a load of used tissues. - hehehe

I'm sick, and being sick is great malicious fun when others are at school learning. And doing group presentations and turning in homework that they forgot to do last night.

It's also fun when you cough and sneeze all over the keyboard. You know, fun.

Anyway. I want to strangle Jessica. Aside from all the other nonsense she's brainwashed everyone with, she seems to be extremely enthusiastic about animal rights. HA. She's protesting the rodeo and telling people not to go. She's probably just jealous because we get a 4-day weekend here in Arizona and they didn't when she lived back in California. And while I am also against whipping cows so it'll sound like they're saying "Poop" when they moo, I refuse to concur with her bull. (No pun intended.) I mean, how else will rednecks from upstate get entertainment? And who cares about stupid cows anyway? I eat hamburgers so it would be very hypocritical for me to be too charismatic about animal rights. Plus, alot of animals were put on this earth for humans to eat, I told Jessica. You can't argue with the Almighty. And then she's like, well, why do you sacrifice meat on Fridays then? And so I said, it's not like Jesus didn't eat meat on Fridays -- he didn't eat anything for FORTY days. Try that on for size, fatty. She is so not a vegetarian. Oh no, vegetables have voices! But they can't talk, so we have to do it for them! Don't eat me!! Ugh, it sickens me that someone's wasting their time trying to influence people when really she's not benefiting any of them, and instead is weighing them down with useless ignorance. And she is such a hypocrite. She got people to stop smoking weed, she says. As if that weren't garbage enough, guess who know smokes weed and wants to hang out with Anthony, after she hated him for about a year? That's right. Jessica. Why doesn't she take her dissimulateness to another school, or post more pictures of her slit wrists on her stupid journal? No, she keeps on rolling along with her "unique"ness, stealing others' ideas and trying to be the best of the best at everything. Finally, the teachers are starting to see right through her -- I'm surprised they didn't when they found out she had no idea what "Dark Side of the Moon" was, while she wore a patch with the cover design on her backpack last year. I guess if this were a perfect world we'd all win and conquer over Evil, but no. People like Jessica often win in these situations, and become rich and famous and live happily ever after. I'm going to do whatever it takes to stop her.

I'm going to smash her stupid little unplayed Gibson into her big, fat skull.