is it just Me?

or do these kinda sound the same?

crying lightning VS. ookami otoko no Uta


well? well? there are similar elements in the songs, i think.
i'm also positive starfucker and neon indian are in cohoots together, like, collaborating or..have teamed up.
wait. you want to know what happened since i mentioned "ehhh" in the saigo no posto (last post)?

mmm, it was decent. it was the best towards the end, for me, and not just because i was going to be home sooner. i connected and met some people..it was nice.
otherwise, still pondering about the future, regrettably, and other very stupid thoughts.

that usually include boys. that are cute. and around my age. ?

hopped up on PCP

not particularly looking forward to the next 7-8 days. it's difficult to pinpoint the exact issue that's making it seem unbearable. enhhh. i'll be trudging through the mud to emerge on the other side dirty and ultimately still inexperienced. digression: i am proud of my new found superhero ability to force conversation--it was discovered when i wasn't in america and has been rapidly diminishing since my return, but this upcoming thing should help bring it back, sadly.
and i fucking hate my haircut. it's a shitty job of a trim, i tell you what.

also, add neon indian to the things i can't get enough of. it's fucking amazing up there along with crocodiles and drugs.

hot damn! The time for idolization passes..on

three years since i started this thing! amazing! this was originally contrived to harbor my sadness as a result of leaving all my nice overseas study friends. hmm. i suppose it's been generally true to its purpose..with explosive and bland side-effects. also, i have been studying some japanese again and it's surprising when i realize that i can understand more than i'd like to remember. it's odd. other things! i have discovered this nice little music delight known as yojiro toyama. it's very delightful and refreshing and i adore his voice. i..don't know. i guess i was tired of the nonchalant charm that has been oozing from the likes of those suave-y european boys (oh alex turner..what a disappointment you are) or the casual brashness of those american kids. try it..

yojiro toyama: attacked

oh. so now you're asking, "what else can't this person get enough of?"
well, i'm obliged to tell you that it's probably jarvis cocker (hold still), sparta locals (stay dreamer), and ummmm...sitting outside to read in the sun.
enjoyable. and time consuming in a passive manner. that's the way i likes it.

[Bl]and what? a summer travesty

it's the last day of july! oh shitts. and next week i have to go off to some wedding that i'm not to keen on now (no, no, it isn't mine. there prolly ain't nobody who's gonna spend the rest of their life with me). this post really serves no poignant purpose and i'm not even going to bring up stuff from the past. i guess. however, i'm sadly realizing that summer is slowly decaying away...i've wasted it for the most part and i'm spending my days in anguish. i think they get worse every year...except maybe 2006. that was some genuine fun, if i recall. nothing like that nowadays, it's just the monotony of this country of where i am of who i don't know.

i really want to make this long. more unnecessary and eclectic typing: i have been watching the first season of the venture bros. and listening to the commentary. it's very erratic and tangential, usually, regarding whatever is happening in the episode at the time. it's not something i'm used to, having also been watching dvds of old simpsons episodes and listening to that commentary. they explain stuff and then again, i haven't heard what doc hammer and jackson publick have said about episodes in the other seasons. yet. bored out of mind otherwise and this isn't a particularly great outlet.
not nearly long enough! oh god.
lack of it. of all of it.
i'd like to have a good massage.

Opening your big Mouth

there are some things i am just not suited for. right now i feel like a just minted pubescent of the female sort who just had a baby, but wishes she hadn't. you know what i mean. i'm not too ashamed to say i don't want the thing, in this scenario it will be more easily to get rid of without so much sentiment or trauma. i'd like to have things they way they was without the unnecessary stress.

yes, i am a minimalist when it comes down to love and affection. i can't be there all the time to make cuddles and soothe with my sweet voice. i can't do it..or i do it in a way that seems mean to the untrained eye. this is indeed an announcement of forthright regret and a cause of unhappiness. shit. i probably shouldn't have any children.

besides, i think you make me (physically) sick.
yeah. like you can totally understand this.
it's a little sad, though.

livin' then, lyin' now, ain't no reason to Stop us Now

i have bug bites again and they're in unfavorable places. it's obscene where these creatures are sucking me. why is my blood so tasty? i've already done a reference. aren't you proud for figuring that out?
uhm. i've planned most of everything out for fall. which is upcoming and not something at all to look forward to. i'm surprised i was able to have a two-day school week; of course it's about ten hours per day, but i have a four day weekend and midweek break. more time to frolic about being incompetent. unless i get a job (plausible) or volunteer (perhaps i need to) or become an intern or work on college applications (most likely, then). i can't fucking believe i've gotta go through this shit for a second time and i'm not even going to grad school yet. it's hell and i promised my li'l teenaged self that i wouldn't have to suffer again. well, i'm definitely a liar. now that we've established that, won't you please peruse through the older posts to see if you can decipher the true from false?
and, yes, i'm part of the crew interested in la roux these days. who can possibly resist "growing pains" or any of those delicious dancey synths? or the crroooning.

a p.y.t. never can say Good-bye

i've already shared my sentiments regarding Micheal Jackson; if not on the previous post then somewhere else i have immediate access to. the memorial deal in l.a. was..excessive, but necessary for the sake of mj. he's that kinda guy. well, i don't have any opinion on the matter..another ordinary day with extravagant events going on without me.
not too perturbed.