It was interesting enough to see that Bj posted a bulletin with a hate filled message below a video. In that case, it had to be something that Bj was 100% serious about. I decided to watch the video, which I rarely do, unless I have watched it hundreds of times prior and wanted to watch in again. Anyways, as I was watching it, it's amazing to see what people are going to mix and match with to make that extra dollar.
By this I mean, originality has been extinguished in this time and age. Believe it or not, practically everything that would sound good has been created but it seems Brokencyde thinks otherwise. Hip Hop, Electronica, and Screamo, or in the words of Bj, "shitting on hip hop with their piss poor attempt to blend in their faux screamo," is not a good mix. First of all, you have hip hop, or what I like to call "stupid music for the masses, with half their "musicians" unable to put passion in their lyrics while putting it on top of clicks and whistles looped over and over again". Second, you have screamo, a form of music, with REAL instruments with some passion put into their lyrics, and variations throughout the song. Now, I don't know if it's just me, but I believe that two complete opposites can never make music. To consider this mixture to be music is to hang yourself. The compatibility of the two genres will only result in 1) a clash of scenes, 2) a more noticeable, emo looking ballers scene, 3) a music industry that relies on lyrics involving sex, drugs, and money while setting a plague upon the other genres that actually have something better to say than, "when i shop so much I speak Italian".
Another aspect that I don't understand is the fact that this band actually has a following. There is no other reason why the music industry is dying. The intellect of people that actual listen to music have manifested into something that people jump from one to another rather than the lifestyle that music should have. Music is not something that should be looked as a simple form of entertainment but more as a lifestyle thus resulting in music becoming art.
Everybody claims that Hip Hop has more meaning than Rock, but let me kill your dreams, before Tupac, there were Metal, Punk, Blues bands that created more meaning and changed the world. What has Tupac done? I am sorry to say but, "only God can judge me" won't cut it. The musical perspective has dwindled into this, if you have the look, you can get the money. Simple as that, whatever happened to, if you have lyrics that mean anything you can rid the world of something horrible. In case a counter argument emerges, I will say this, Ancestral, a black metal band, spoke of our need to stop the industrialization of Earth. U2, a rock band, brought up political problems for the world to see, Sunday Blood Sunday, perfect example. Nena, another rock band, brought up the Communist threat. This is only .00000000000001% of the impact Rock has created, I think it is time to return to the good times where music had meaning but obviously, if Brokencyde has "meaning" I wouldn't want that to happen.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
An odd turn of events
For some reason during my final hour of work, I just became pissed off at everything. When in fact, I can only think of three things that I am pissed off about but it is nothing that can actually set me off. Perhaps it's just that I have to attend geometry tomorrow or maybe it is something that even myself can't come to pin point. We will see what happens tomorrow. As of right now, I am not satisfied with anything today and as of right now I am pissed off. This hiatus that I have decided to take up seems to be serving it's purpose, if it was too get myself angry but I put promises before anything else, so I assume that I will have to take in whatever happens.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Hand In Hand
Last night, I noticed something. Some people can be real two-faced. I think this is the beginning of the end. A friendship that is said to be forever becoming fragile when he/she doesn't get what they want. It's amazing, actually, it's speechless. It just adds points to who should be considered an actual friend and who shouldn't. I never had much respect for some of you, that opinion still stands. There was a small group, it should be evident.
Sigma Nu
My expectations were extremely high for their Oktoberfest party. I have consistently been told that at a Frat Party, the alcohol is supplied to the fullest extent in which it will never run dry and Sorority girls are horny as hell. Neither came to fruition. The party was B.Y.O.B. and it seemed that the ratio of girls and guys were 10:2, and half of those chicks were those that dance with chicks only while the other half weren't very attractive.
When we got there, the house was fairly packed, covered in black, music was screeching through the speakers and the house was infested with various characters from hit shows/movies (they are the same it seems, originality is lacking nowadays) to skanky whores. Something that I believed was horrible is the fact that their flier lacked so much information that we were confronted with a numerous amounts of problems, such as donation and something called a V.I.P list party. This was a Costume party and only Mike and Joe were dressed up. Being the homosexual couple known as Bert and Ernie, this got rave reviews. They got pics with random chicks and various compliments. Later, we hooked up with Vinh, Anthony, and Vinh's co-workers and Ricardo, Sparky, Ivan, Cupcake, Boyto, and Anthony Peregrino, that alone was amazing. Never have I seen them at parties, and to add on, they were actually drinking... ALCOHOL. Another oddity in the night was Johnny who drank a beer, and he downed it pretty well. He is far more superior than Meat since he didn't complain, he just drank! A real man... haha. Anthony Tran, being a member of the frat, left us, and later showed up in an outrageous outfit which matched all the other members. One of the perks of being in a frat? Looking like an idiot? Along with getting laid... ass.
For awhile, everybody was just standing there drinking their beers, loosening up, and after the second time of glancing back my beer was stolen. What was horrible about that, was that one 24 oz. can did not get me a buzz. Aside from that I was still in the mood to dance, but the reasons listed above were what made this night not to good. Only a hand few of us got to dance with strangers. In addition, eventually, the atmosphere became dead, the place was overcrowded, and the people you go with wanted to leave. Which I believed made no sense, but that is for another story, I am pretty sure this won't be the first time something like this occurs. Eventually the majority won and we decided to leave, it seemed by the time we left, Vinh was completely drunk, all the signs were there. Consistent nonsense coming from her mouth, a small scent of alcohol coming from her body, and her inability to walk straight.
Once we left, we decided to pay a visit to the nearby Donut Man. We all indulged in various types of donuts ranging from a simple plain donut to the seasonal, Pumpkin Cream Cheese donut. I stuck with my beloved Raspberry Cream cheese. I decided to buy 2 and forgot how sweet and filling one can be and decided to give the other to Don. After this, we all went to Keane's house and the guys decided to play poker. I decided to leave early since it was getting late and my eyes were becoming far more harder to stay open as the night went on. Overall, the night was not what I had expected. Possibly because this was said to be their biggest party, and I am not fond of parties with such a high number, it was huge. I will give a second chance and bring more beer next time. And possibly, a smaller group would bring us greater fortune next time. Mike stayed longer being Anthony's designated driver, hopefully, he had better results.
When we got there, the house was fairly packed, covered in black, music was screeching through the speakers and the house was infested with various characters from hit shows/movies (they are the same it seems, originality is lacking nowadays) to skanky whores. Something that I believed was horrible is the fact that their flier lacked so much information that we were confronted with a numerous amounts of problems, such as donation and something called a V.I.P list party. This was a Costume party and only Mike and Joe were dressed up. Being the homosexual couple known as Bert and Ernie, this got rave reviews. They got pics with random chicks and various compliments. Later, we hooked up with Vinh, Anthony, and Vinh's co-workers and Ricardo, Sparky, Ivan, Cupcake, Boyto, and Anthony Peregrino, that alone was amazing. Never have I seen them at parties, and to add on, they were actually drinking... ALCOHOL. Another oddity in the night was Johnny who drank a beer, and he downed it pretty well. He is far more superior than Meat since he didn't complain, he just drank! A real man... haha. Anthony Tran, being a member of the frat, left us, and later showed up in an outrageous outfit which matched all the other members. One of the perks of being in a frat? Looking like an idiot? Along with getting laid... ass.
For awhile, everybody was just standing there drinking their beers, loosening up, and after the second time of glancing back my beer was stolen. What was horrible about that, was that one 24 oz. can did not get me a buzz. Aside from that I was still in the mood to dance, but the reasons listed above were what made this night not to good. Only a hand few of us got to dance with strangers. In addition, eventually, the atmosphere became dead, the place was overcrowded, and the people you go with wanted to leave. Which I believed made no sense, but that is for another story, I am pretty sure this won't be the first time something like this occurs. Eventually the majority won and we decided to leave, it seemed by the time we left, Vinh was completely drunk, all the signs were there. Consistent nonsense coming from her mouth, a small scent of alcohol coming from her body, and her inability to walk straight.
Once we left, we decided to pay a visit to the nearby Donut Man. We all indulged in various types of donuts ranging from a simple plain donut to the seasonal, Pumpkin Cream Cheese donut. I stuck with my beloved Raspberry Cream cheese. I decided to buy 2 and forgot how sweet and filling one can be and decided to give the other to Don. After this, we all went to Keane's house and the guys decided to play poker. I decided to leave early since it was getting late and my eyes were becoming far more harder to stay open as the night went on. Overall, the night was not what I had expected. Possibly because this was said to be their biggest party, and I am not fond of parties with such a high number, it was huge. I will give a second chance and bring more beer next time. And possibly, a smaller group would bring us greater fortune next time. Mike stayed longer being Anthony's designated driver, hopefully, he had better results.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Superiority
It is by now, a known fact, that I am fairly racist. And by racist I don't mean saying Nigger, just for the sake of saying nigger, which by the way I am attempting to use that word less often, but having my belief intact.
On the previous AN page, I had a story written of why I hate the African American race, and why I believe that half of those that I have met are nothing but low-lives. Well, I think it's time to elaborate on my personal belief. Most of them, tend to cross the beliefs of the National Socialist, which is to have pride in your race, strive for prestige, wealth, freedom, and a well civilized environment to live in. What I do disagree with in the NS belief is the fact that they are against "race-mixing". That is the one aspect that I completely don't understand. The reasons for race-mixing are far more necessary then what one might think and will increase the survival chance of a certain race. When the race is pure, the traits will just revolve in a circle and will eventually result in incest, which results in horrible babies. I am very sure that isn't what a race that attempted purity and a superman would want. Another point, if there were ever to be a blood related plague that circulates, more than half of the population will perish due to the fact that half the population is "pure". Overall, I promote race-mixing and National Socialism.
There is a difference between Neo-Nazism and National Socialism, the NS belief is open to all races (but it seems only the White's proclaim it) while the Neo-Nazi's believe in their Aryan lifestyle. I am not at all racist to Mexicans, Indians, native Americans, and so on and so forth, my anger is more directed to that which is 30 shades darker than I am. Overall, I am more selective in terms of people I wish to accompany myself with and just be aware that the black man will have a set impression before he or she can completely dispel it. The neo-nazi's also believe in a sense of superiority which I don't agree with to the fullest extent. I simply believe that the black man, is of lesser status, they may have been far more superior back then but as of now, they lose respect gradually.
Don't bother asking me why I am this way, it is just something that had happened. There was not something that sparked my anger, it was something that gradually increased resulting in a manifested belief.
On the previous AN page, I had a story written of why I hate the African American race, and why I believe that half of those that I have met are nothing but low-lives. Well, I think it's time to elaborate on my personal belief. Most of them, tend to cross the beliefs of the National Socialist, which is to have pride in your race, strive for prestige, wealth, freedom, and a well civilized environment to live in. What I do disagree with in the NS belief is the fact that they are against "race-mixing". That is the one aspect that I completely don't understand. The reasons for race-mixing are far more necessary then what one might think and will increase the survival chance of a certain race. When the race is pure, the traits will just revolve in a circle and will eventually result in incest, which results in horrible babies. I am very sure that isn't what a race that attempted purity and a superman would want. Another point, if there were ever to be a blood related plague that circulates, more than half of the population will perish due to the fact that half the population is "pure". Overall, I promote race-mixing and National Socialism.
There is a difference between Neo-Nazism and National Socialism, the NS belief is open to all races (but it seems only the White's proclaim it) while the Neo-Nazi's believe in their Aryan lifestyle. I am not at all racist to Mexicans, Indians, native Americans, and so on and so forth, my anger is more directed to that which is 30 shades darker than I am. Overall, I am more selective in terms of people I wish to accompany myself with and just be aware that the black man will have a set impression before he or she can completely dispel it. The neo-nazi's also believe in a sense of superiority which I don't agree with to the fullest extent. I simply believe that the black man, is of lesser status, they may have been far more superior back then but as of now, they lose respect gradually.
Don't bother asking me why I am this way, it is just something that had happened. There was not something that sparked my anger, it was something that gradually increased resulting in a manifested belief.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Nostalgia
I find myself revisiting this video numerous times due to the fact that it just evokes a certain feeling inside. It is not a feeling of love, hate, sadness, etc. it is a feeling that is absolutely indescribable. The night Averse Sefira played at the Black Castle will never be compared to anything else, it was on it's own level. The music filled my veins, my body, my heart, every fiber of my body was drawn to such power. The force known as Averse Sefira will remain as an undying force worthy of my indelible support.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Guilty Pleasures
I decided to post up some of my guilty pleasures in terms of music and for their reasons.
First on the list has got to be Paramore's Decode. For the following reasons: Paramore is another band that seems to be exploited by their taking part of the movie, Twilight, which the song was written for. Twilight is horrible as is, although I have never read the book itself, but from what others have told me, it's horrible. When I first heard of the book involving Vampires, but a cheesy love story and cheesy looking characters, no way. Anyways, a combination between two negatives makes something far more abhorrent. To add on to this, Twilight is propagated at local Hot Topic stores.
Second, Divine Heresy's Savior Self. I have never been a big fan of Metal/Deathcore nor do I intend on getting into it. The reason why I hate these genres is for the popcorn drumming that goes no where, over-technical guitar segments, half ass vocals, the use of two chord breakdowns, and the bands with black people trying to act tough as vocalist. Tommy Vext/Cummings, is a perfect example of the nigger trying to act tough. His clean vocals are amazing yet his growls are disgusting (disgusting used in a negative way)! Too add on, Dino Cazares is a dick from what I heard various times. Personality is a huge thing for me when coming to the conclusion whether or not the band deserves support. Shining, Nargaroth, and Burzum all rank up to be one of the most egotistical, stupid, and whatever other word fits those characters. I regret spending 40 bucks for Nargaroth's Black Metal Ist Krieg album especially, when there are only 3 songs I enjoyed from it!
Third, (new) Darkest Hour. They follow the same guidelines in terms of metal/deathcore aside from the nigger vocalist. I am debating whether or not to purchase this album, but then again, if I do, they will be put with the other 10 albums that are non metal that I have purchased. If someone were to see my collection, skim through it, and see that, I would be speechless myself, no matter how many times I look at it that way.
The last, West Side Story. Anybody that has enjoyed this movie should feel the same way. Fuck the Matrix, the fight scenes in this musical are the shit!
It's small yet punishing to a person such as myself.
First on the list has got to be Paramore's Decode. For the following reasons: Paramore is another band that seems to be exploited by their taking part of the movie, Twilight, which the song was written for. Twilight is horrible as is, although I have never read the book itself, but from what others have told me, it's horrible. When I first heard of the book involving Vampires, but a cheesy love story and cheesy looking characters, no way. Anyways, a combination between two negatives makes something far more abhorrent. To add on to this, Twilight is propagated at local Hot Topic stores.
Second, Divine Heresy's Savior Self. I have never been a big fan of Metal/Deathcore nor do I intend on getting into it. The reason why I hate these genres is for the popcorn drumming that goes no where, over-technical guitar segments, half ass vocals, the use of two chord breakdowns, and the bands with black people trying to act tough as vocalist. Tommy Vext/Cummings, is a perfect example of the nigger trying to act tough. His clean vocals are amazing yet his growls are disgusting (disgusting used in a negative way)! Too add on, Dino Cazares is a dick from what I heard various times. Personality is a huge thing for me when coming to the conclusion whether or not the band deserves support. Shining, Nargaroth, and Burzum all rank up to be one of the most egotistical, stupid, and whatever other word fits those characters. I regret spending 40 bucks for Nargaroth's Black Metal Ist Krieg album especially, when there are only 3 songs I enjoyed from it!
Third, (new) Darkest Hour. They follow the same guidelines in terms of metal/deathcore aside from the nigger vocalist. I am debating whether or not to purchase this album, but then again, if I do, they will be put with the other 10 albums that are non metal that I have purchased. If someone were to see my collection, skim through it, and see that, I would be speechless myself, no matter how many times I look at it that way.
The last, West Side Story. Anybody that has enjoyed this movie should feel the same way. Fuck the Matrix, the fight scenes in this musical are the shit!
It's small yet punishing to a person such as myself.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Rituals
It never came across my mind and I have never really thought about it this way. Meat has always been someone that I have always argued with because of the various differences that we have. One being, Black Metal, and another, being alternative religions, a more appropriate term would be traditional and HUMAN religions.
He would always criticize the rituals that a satanist, pagan, hermetism, and so on and so forth. When in fact, rituals are done in every day life, but since you are so accustomed to it, society has deemed it "normal". Something as simple as a daily walk is considered a ritual, while it can become more complex in the eyes of Muslims, which pray, if I am correct, seven times a day. Now, let's bring something that half the world can relate to, prayer, communion, baptism, and holy water being put on your head, I was born Christian, not Catholic. Anyways, back to something relevant to the subject that I was speaking of in the first place, all those things listed above are things that are required to be done everyday and some are once in awhile occasion. Like any other religion, there are certain times to do rituals, and certain materials that need to be utilize to evoke what you are attempting whether it be the blessing of a divine spirit to the guidance from the Void. Personally, I see water being placed on your head which is said to be "holy" equally stupid to screaming hail satan every ten minutes like what the LaVeyan Satanists. Anyways, if rituals of more logical religions were to be the staple of life then everybody would be laughing at the Abrahamic religions and Buddhist rituals that occur in their everyday life.
Overall, it's a simple, laugh at people not like you. If you took Anthropology or read anything regarding that subject you would soon find out that we are no better than anybody else despite technology, currency, and so on and so forth.
He would always criticize the rituals that a satanist, pagan, hermetism, and so on and so forth. When in fact, rituals are done in every day life, but since you are so accustomed to it, society has deemed it "normal". Something as simple as a daily walk is considered a ritual, while it can become more complex in the eyes of Muslims, which pray, if I am correct, seven times a day. Now, let's bring something that half the world can relate to, prayer, communion, baptism, and holy water being put on your head, I was born Christian, not Catholic. Anyways, back to something relevant to the subject that I was speaking of in the first place, all those things listed above are things that are required to be done everyday and some are once in awhile occasion. Like any other religion, there are certain times to do rituals, and certain materials that need to be utilize to evoke what you are attempting whether it be the blessing of a divine spirit to the guidance from the Void. Personally, I see water being placed on your head which is said to be "holy" equally stupid to screaming hail satan every ten minutes like what the LaVeyan Satanists. Anyways, if rituals of more logical religions were to be the staple of life then everybody would be laughing at the Abrahamic religions and Buddhist rituals that occur in their everyday life.
Overall, it's a simple, laugh at people not like you. If you took Anthropology or read anything regarding that subject you would soon find out that we are no better than anybody else despite technology, currency, and so on and so forth.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
"Islam is the light"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnJfBtHHBec
I do understand that this can be considered subliminal messaging, but what's stupid, is that we still carry a whole shelf of these and at the end of the video it says Target is taking them down ahha. Anyways, if it said, "God is the king" I bet the outcome would be much more people buying these pieces of shit. And for all you that are wondering, it can only be said the third time it detects you, and that nigger is a fucking idiot, obviously, it has never said Satan is the King, if so I think I would buy it for comical purposes. I constantly play around with these little bastards when stocking them and I have never heard that. That alone pissed me off, She just wanted her 10 seconds of fame to be extended with something that's controversial. Well she did get some more fame since I am blabbering about it, but the fame from me is fame that should be unwanted. Her horrible grammar probably translated, "goo goo" as Satan is king in the language of Nigger.
I do understand that this can be considered subliminal messaging, but what's stupid, is that we still carry a whole shelf of these and at the end of the video it says Target is taking them down ahha. Anyways, if it said, "God is the king" I bet the outcome would be much more people buying these pieces of shit. And for all you that are wondering, it can only be said the third time it detects you, and that nigger is a fucking idiot, obviously, it has never said Satan is the King, if so I think I would buy it for comical purposes. I constantly play around with these little bastards when stocking them and I have never heard that. That alone pissed me off, She just wanted her 10 seconds of fame to be extended with something that's controversial. Well she did get some more fame since I am blabbering about it, but the fame from me is fame that should be unwanted. Her horrible grammar probably translated, "goo goo" as Satan is king in the language of Nigger.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
X-mas
I brought up my decision to my sister regarding Christmas and myself having no interest in receiving gifts this year and she believed it would make more sense, but then again, she isn't that bright. I have yet to tell my Christian sister, and I have told my mom, and her reaction was nothing I had expected. It seems like my mom completely thinks of me as being a person with ill intentions due to the fact that I have my own belief in life and what lies beyond. It seems that my chains are still bound to me by the family, which I have tried so hard to break. I guess, it will be a accept the gifts or the "living on my own card". I still don't understand this concept, she pointed everything out for me and had me not lift a finger or move my tongue to show that a non christian is in fact the better. Well, maybe next year.
I never understood that concept. Why is it that those that do something out of their own heart is highly regarded as someone that isn't normal? I don't do things to get my chance at that golden ticket, I do things out of my own free will. I have never verbally assaulted somebody because of their religion, it's been myself as the victim. I have never pissed on any sacred object, the closest I have to doing something along those lines is throw a bible in the trashcan in Vegas, and that was for comical purposes. I have never stood in an empty field and proclaim my beliefs. But then again, "my appearances are terrifying enough".
For those that don't know, I am a Satanist, I am not much of an atheist due to the fact that I do have my own beliefs, and I am not agnostic because I know what's the driving force. The word Satanist seems to frighten people but I assure you, I belong to no denomination of it. If there is one that I am unaware of that fits all of my complex beliefs then let me know, but as far as I know, I have not called onto any outside forces for aid in my goal of self-deification. I just follow the basic guidelines fused with my own personal beliefs and experiences. And believe me, this was hard to admit, but I can't be an atheist when I believe in the Void, myself being the God, and so on and so forth. I will elaborate on this subject throughout the existence of this blog.
I never understood that concept. Why is it that those that do something out of their own heart is highly regarded as someone that isn't normal? I don't do things to get my chance at that golden ticket, I do things out of my own free will. I have never verbally assaulted somebody because of their religion, it's been myself as the victim. I have never pissed on any sacred object, the closest I have to doing something along those lines is throw a bible in the trashcan in Vegas, and that was for comical purposes. I have never stood in an empty field and proclaim my beliefs. But then again, "my appearances are terrifying enough".
For those that don't know, I am a Satanist, I am not much of an atheist due to the fact that I do have my own beliefs, and I am not agnostic because I know what's the driving force. The word Satanist seems to frighten people but I assure you, I belong to no denomination of it. If there is one that I am unaware of that fits all of my complex beliefs then let me know, but as far as I know, I have not called onto any outside forces for aid in my goal of self-deification. I just follow the basic guidelines fused with my own personal beliefs and experiences. And believe me, this was hard to admit, but I can't be an atheist when I believe in the Void, myself being the God, and so on and so forth. I will elaborate on this subject throughout the existence of this blog.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Sigh....
....
I think I really need a beer. I feel stress settling on so many different levels. And in addition, I feel sad. The hiatus may possibly be very necessary.
I think I really need a beer. I feel stress settling on so many different levels. And in addition, I feel sad. The hiatus may possibly be very necessary.
Hollyweed, Jew-lywood, Hollyweird
Hollywood, a tourist attraction, a fest of mongoloids, religious fanatics, and all your favorite comic book and movie characters all in one place. A place ran by the cheap Jews of America squeezing every penny to have their business flourish. Aside from the negatives, I love it.
Steven picked me up approximately 3:30 and we then made our next stop to be Vinh's house. On our way, we saw a stereotype have proximity with the common Asian-unable-to-drive syndrome. Some asian lady, possibly in her mid 40s drove onto the median. While we were stopped a Mexican conveniently yelled, "It just had to be you," which I believed was hysterical. Anyways, I don't understand how any of that is possible, I have seen it before and it just cracks me up to see it happen. Anyways, we went to pick up Jessica and finally made our way to Hollywood.
When you have an inexperienced freeway driver and someone who doesn't know how to get to Hollywood, it makes it quite a trip. We ended up making several detours on the way there yet we made it in a short about of time. When we finally arrived in Hollywood, we saw various "its" and some grinning lady that had the profile of a serial killer, ill kept, creepy smile, and the relentless walk, it seemed she was going to ask us since Vinh was just staring at her and laughing her ass off. Anyways, we made our first stop at Amoeba, and according to Steven, a transvestite was checking me out, I, on the other hand, had not noticed it and just marveled at all that Amoeba had to offer. All I have to say is this, the Metal section is huge, the way the store is set up is horrible and confusing, and they lack shoegaze, but they did have a lengthy industrial section so I picked up one cd. I told myself, I would be on a 60 dollar budget and told Vinh to make sure I don't buy to much Cds, but she wouldn't be able to do that. Anthony is a perfect example. I made my decisions, them being, KMFDM's WWIII, Horna's Envaatnags Eflos..., and The Radio Dept.'s Lesser Matters.
After Amoeba, are next desired excursion was the strip, and after a few minutes of walking we found it. Vinh and Steven wanted to shop so we just hit various stores, American Apparel, American Eagle, Gap, and a few local shops. We came up on the "I am the Boss" t-shirts that we talk about frequently and all bought one. When we stood in front of the Chinese Theatre, there were various hooligans dressed up, Vinh got scared of Scream and some demon looking character, which was pulled off well. Other noteworthy characters were Wolverine and Chucky, well Chucky was ok but he pulled off the character's personality greatly. Vinh, came up on a couple of items from AA and she finally bought my chain.
Our next destination was the much anticipated and the purpose for going to Hollywood, Pink's. This would be Steven's first time indulging in the best Hot Dogs in California and he did it with the Lord of the Ring's Dog. I took a bite and to my surprise the BBQ sauce they use is delicious, very tangy, up to par with my standards indeed. I got the Planet Hollywood dog, which was equally delicious.
Our next stop would be home and to fill our stomachs with even more impurities, ice cream but it changed to something a tad bit more healthier, yogurt. We ended up crossing into areas which we were unaware of and eventually, Beverly Hills 90210 (insert theme song here). I found it funny because there is a drastic change, I guess they are persistent in trying to get themselves killed. While lost, we made the decision to just backtrack the whole way, and I guess our talking and joking around led to being lost once more. And we eventually were led to the area with the Bape's store and Crooks and Castles. We finally found a gas station, which seemed to be nonexistent when you actually look for one, and it was no avail that the clerk did not know how to get to the freeway. Fortunately, a good Samaritan decided to help us out and we made our way back home.
We stopped by Heaven's Delight and was driven off due to the fact that it was closed so made our way to Yogurt Passion and discovered the ticket Steven had received. The ticket was incorrect, there were so many aspects that are counters to the reason for it, it's another story to be told. We finished our yogurt and decided to take our gay matching pictures, but I am pretty sure the design won't matter, it's me wearing white that would astonish everyone. Even I felt shame cover me, it didn't feel like me.
Anyways, that was our night, and this will be my last night till the 24th, the frat party. I have to save up for Vegas just in case if things don't go correctly, so there is a possible hiatus.
Steven picked me up approximately 3:30 and we then made our next stop to be Vinh's house. On our way, we saw a stereotype have proximity with the common Asian-unable-to-drive syndrome. Some asian lady, possibly in her mid 40s drove onto the median. While we were stopped a Mexican conveniently yelled, "It just had to be you," which I believed was hysterical. Anyways, I don't understand how any of that is possible, I have seen it before and it just cracks me up to see it happen. Anyways, we went to pick up Jessica and finally made our way to Hollywood.
When you have an inexperienced freeway driver and someone who doesn't know how to get to Hollywood, it makes it quite a trip. We ended up making several detours on the way there yet we made it in a short about of time. When we finally arrived in Hollywood, we saw various "its" and some grinning lady that had the profile of a serial killer, ill kept, creepy smile, and the relentless walk, it seemed she was going to ask us since Vinh was just staring at her and laughing her ass off. Anyways, we made our first stop at Amoeba, and according to Steven, a transvestite was checking me out, I, on the other hand, had not noticed it and just marveled at all that Amoeba had to offer. All I have to say is this, the Metal section is huge, the way the store is set up is horrible and confusing, and they lack shoegaze, but they did have a lengthy industrial section so I picked up one cd. I told myself, I would be on a 60 dollar budget and told Vinh to make sure I don't buy to much Cds, but she wouldn't be able to do that. Anthony is a perfect example. I made my decisions, them being, KMFDM's WWIII, Horna's Envaatnags Eflos..., and The Radio Dept.'s Lesser Matters.
After Amoeba, are next desired excursion was the strip, and after a few minutes of walking we found it. Vinh and Steven wanted to shop so we just hit various stores, American Apparel, American Eagle, Gap, and a few local shops. We came up on the "I am the Boss" t-shirts that we talk about frequently and all bought one. When we stood in front of the Chinese Theatre, there were various hooligans dressed up, Vinh got scared of Scream and some demon looking character, which was pulled off well. Other noteworthy characters were Wolverine and Chucky, well Chucky was ok but he pulled off the character's personality greatly. Vinh, came up on a couple of items from AA and she finally bought my chain.
Our next destination was the much anticipated and the purpose for going to Hollywood, Pink's. This would be Steven's first time indulging in the best Hot Dogs in California and he did it with the Lord of the Ring's Dog. I took a bite and to my surprise the BBQ sauce they use is delicious, very tangy, up to par with my standards indeed. I got the Planet Hollywood dog, which was equally delicious.
Our next stop would be home and to fill our stomachs with even more impurities, ice cream but it changed to something a tad bit more healthier, yogurt. We ended up crossing into areas which we were unaware of and eventually, Beverly Hills 90210 (insert theme song here). I found it funny because there is a drastic change, I guess they are persistent in trying to get themselves killed. While lost, we made the decision to just backtrack the whole way, and I guess our talking and joking around led to being lost once more. And we eventually were led to the area with the Bape's store and Crooks and Castles. We finally found a gas station, which seemed to be nonexistent when you actually look for one, and it was no avail that the clerk did not know how to get to the freeway. Fortunately, a good Samaritan decided to help us out and we made our way back home.
We stopped by Heaven's Delight and was driven off due to the fact that it was closed so made our way to Yogurt Passion and discovered the ticket Steven had received. The ticket was incorrect, there were so many aspects that are counters to the reason for it, it's another story to be told. We finished our yogurt and decided to take our gay matching pictures, but I am pretty sure the design won't matter, it's me wearing white that would astonish everyone. Even I felt shame cover me, it didn't feel like me.
Anyways, that was our night, and this will be my last night till the 24th, the frat party. I have to save up for Vegas just in case if things don't go correctly, so there is a possible hiatus.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Opprobrium
My anticipation's were running high for the Vegas trip on new years after we got our room but after a certain fall back, I am once again worried. I have cut back a lot and intend to cut back much more. I made an obligation and was committed to going to Vegas on New Years, and I plan on keeping my word. It is not about the money anymore, with only 4 people at most going, at this point I could careless. I am willing to cut back much more if that is the requirement to make Sufa's return to civilization completely worthwhile. I have bills to pay, things to buy, my family celebrates christmas, and on top of that, a job that pays jack shit for my efforts. I have shows that I would love to attend, I have a nascent hobby, I have a computer waiting to be created, yet they have been put on hold for this specific reason, commitment. And to add to that, problems are rife at this moment. I am not a person that says I will go and talk about everything and bail out last minute. If I have to pay 400 dollars for the room and live off beer while I am there fuck it! I LOVE BEER! I may not get the strippers and all else I want but it is well worth the time to see a friend see something he has planned successful.
All I ask is for those that have agreed, stick to your guns. You are not in a much more worse position then I am or any other. If you don't go, let us know simple as that, but I am not willing to wait for mix responses and find out last minute you prefer doing other things. If you are jobless, and your parents don't shower you in cash, then I completely understand, you are the only ones that can slide. Aside from that, it disgusts me. Half of you complain about being bored being in the OC, and here is your chance, to step your foot on new ground, and yet you still complain. Drown in your materialistic county, as it has provided nothing worthwhile in quite some time, it obviously has drowned out your thoughts.
Contact me if anything, if you can't contact me, then I probably don't care about you.
All I ask is for those that have agreed, stick to your guns. You are not in a much more worse position then I am or any other. If you don't go, let us know simple as that, but I am not willing to wait for mix responses and find out last minute you prefer doing other things. If you are jobless, and your parents don't shower you in cash, then I completely understand, you are the only ones that can slide. Aside from that, it disgusts me. Half of you complain about being bored being in the OC, and here is your chance, to step your foot on new ground, and yet you still complain. Drown in your materialistic county, as it has provided nothing worthwhile in quite some time, it obviously has drowned out your thoughts.
Contact me if anything, if you can't contact me, then I probably don't care about you.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
A Domino Effect
Upon pondering what my tattoo should be, I came across something that I had never before realized of getting. A tattoo is an indelible item thus the decision will have to go through a very hard chain of standards and such, but then again, I probably won't be getting them till I am 21. Aside from that, a Chaos star would be nice, since it fits my beliefs.
For those that are wondering what exactly is my belief when referring to Chaos it is simple. It is human nature. Human's were never civilized at any point of their life. No matter how hard we attempt at holding back such feelings it will eventually just come up. To say, that a person can never hate is to say that love is nonexistent. Believe it or not, there is no such thing as absolutes. Hate and Love exist in the same continuum resulting in one being built upon the other. Chaos is something that I believe is necessary. In this age, for something to be seen it requires the attention of violence. Thus, Chaos backed up with philosophy and intent will result in a new world order.
For those that are wondering what exactly is my belief when referring to Chaos it is simple. It is human nature. Human's were never civilized at any point of their life. No matter how hard we attempt at holding back such feelings it will eventually just come up. To say, that a person can never hate is to say that love is nonexistent. Believe it or not, there is no such thing as absolutes. Hate and Love exist in the same continuum resulting in one being built upon the other. Chaos is something that I believe is necessary. In this age, for something to be seen it requires the attention of violence. Thus, Chaos backed up with philosophy and intent will result in a new world order.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Rebirth
I deleted the previous due to the fact that I believed it strayed from what my intention was. Rather than explaining what was on my mind or things that I believed are worth remembering, it became a time-killer which I had never had the intention to do. So from now on, you will see only a few bulletins, don't expect often updates, as my life doesn't update that often.
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