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| 02:14pm 26/02/2007 |
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I never post anymore. That's lame.
Umm, I've progressed from emo to bitter and kind of angry at the world, so that's fun.
I'm totally psyched that Scoresese (SP?) won last night... He's my fucking hero.
I'm probably gonna get shitty drunk tonight and call people that I'm mad at. It'll be awesome.
School sucks, I have a stomach ache and I hate almost getting into accidents.
And great googamoonga, the Tool Time girl is hot. Holy God.
I hate being confused about stuff that's painfully obvious. I hate that I try to make big deals out of nothing so that I have an excuse. And I hate that she makes things difficult for me to begin with. And I really worry that I might have something to do with her internal conflicts, and that makes me hate myself even more.
and sunnuvabitch, i hate that i'm retarded for her. and that she fucking knows it.
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| 06:47pm 26/01/2007 |
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...That hollywood hates Jews.
If Scorsese doesn't win this year, I'm never watching another movie again. The oscars have fucked him over year after year, and it disgusts me.
Oh. And Penelope Cruz was pretty awesome in Volver, I can't lie. But, I'm kind of biased due to the fact that I own both a penis and a pair of eyes, so yeah.
Erm, I hate Mark Wahlberg or how-the-fuck-ever you spell is name, but since I'm so retarded for Scorsese, I want him to win. Leo, hands down was my favorite actor of the year, followed closely by Jack Nicholson, who fucking MURDERED in The Departed.
In other news, I'm exhausted and sick of everything. Awesome, right?
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| 11:44am 06/12/2006 |
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music: Minus the Bear - Monkey!!! Knife!!! Fight!!!
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I farted and instantly smelled taco bell.
I can never eat there again.
-brandon. |
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| 05:42pm 21/11/2006 |
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Haha, I love being people's only black friend.
Especially when most of my friends know that I have a creepy love affair with Seinfeld.
But whatever. It's all gravy, baby!
MY MITCH WILL BE HOME IN ABOUT 1.7 HOURS!!! OH. EM. GEE.
Lots of people assume that Mitch and I are gay or something. I don't get it. Just because we've been best friends since, well, forever doesn't make us gay. You're just jealous because our friendship is stronger than yours.
unbelievablylonely. holyshit. parties are becoming painful.
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| 09:50am 19/11/2006 |
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Last night was one hell of a rager. Nebraska beat those yuppie bastards Creighton, which pretty much made my year. I mean, the basketball team looked like they knew what they were doing! Crazy.
I love it when Creighton loses.
On Friday, I finally picked up the new Hold Steady album. In 2 days, I've listened to one song about 27 times. I fucking love it. It's one of those songs that's instantly relatable and almost naggingly close to your own life. yup. And I hate it when I find these songs, because I want to share them with everyone I know, and when they listen to it, they don't react to it as I do, and I get offended. "What? You don't like this song! Well, fuck you!" or something along those lines. Yeah. And then like a month down the road I realize the only reason I love the song is because the writer was writing about how he's incapable of making any sort of decision on his own, I.E. MY LIFE FUCKING STORY.
But yeah.
Finished up my song on garage band the other day. I'm really satisfied with the drums.
Is it weird that if I play something clever on my kit that I get a boner? Because I do. And I'm sorry if that's TMI.
I love my drum kit. I love my cymbals. I love that feeling of control when I sit on my stool and command the heart rate of everyone in the room. I love how I can forget about everything while I'm back there, and just focus on that 3/4. That 4/4. Hell, even that 999999 BPM metal shit. I love it all. I love Afro-Conga. I DIE when I hear good jazz. Hair Metal has great drum solos. Hip hop. I mean real hip hop, not that overproduced rap bullshit. Fuck synthesizers.
It's weird, I'll be hanging out somewhere and I'll be listening to something on the 'pod and I'll just come up with a total fucking badass solo in my head. It has to look really weird because all of a sudden I jump up and look around wildly for a pen and paper to try to write down the beat that i'm feeling. It's weird. I can see myself standing over my kit and in slow motion I'm wailing out something ridiculous. Then I race to draw out a drum tableture (something I totally hate by the way) and write it down, but it never looks as perfect as it sounded in that one little instant.
Now that I've gone on in far too much detail about my one and only love, I think I'm going to get some cereal.
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| 12:43am 14/11/2006 |
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So, in my head I was screaming that it was wrong... Yep. Pretty much right up until that point when her lips touched mine.
Yeah. Con-fucking-fused.
eh.
What the hell was I thinking?
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| 01:20pm 02/11/2006 |
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music: Explosions in the Sky - First Breath After Coma
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| What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio. | | The West | | | Boston | | | North Central | | | The Inland North | | | Philadelphia | | | The South | | | The Northeast | | What American accent do you have?
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| 11:53am 01/11/2006 |
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music: Thank you for smoking
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Wow. Wild night.
I just looked at my phone, and I drunk dialed the most random people ever.
I still can't find my damn pants.
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| 09:06pm 28/10/2006 |
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music: The Faint - Your Retro Career Melted
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Yeah. I need to bathe, because I just soiled myself.
The faint is playing in December. I'm buying my ticket next week, and I better see all of you fuckers there. I finally get to show my brother how unbelievably awesome those guys are live. Woo!
Also, cursive in a little more than a week. Yay.
I've had a pretty much liquid diet all weekend. I think I'll lay off the sauce tonight, eh?
Although, I do need to set aside some depression drinking time whilst I mourn the Huskers' inability to play like a team with some god damned sense. My huskers are fucking up, my Packers are a disgrace, I should stop watching organized sports. For serious.
For serious. I love that. Doesn't make any sort of sense.
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| 11:34pm 24/10/2006 |
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music: Pixies - Monkey Gone to Heaven
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http://www.nme.com/news/pixies/24809" ¡¡¡ZOMG PIXIES!!!
Effing a, life is worth living.
I bought Thank You For Smoking today, and I've watched it about three times. The book was awesome, and they actually did a great job bringing it to the screen.
Woo!
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| 12:09am 17/10/2006 |
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So, my (kinda sorta, not really) friend wants me to come backstage with him at the next Cursive show.
But I don't wanna go. Because I'll probably cry when I find out that they're all on insane amounts of cocaine and other crazy shit and yeah. No one wants to see that.
In other news, drinking heavily while in the midst of emotional turmoil probably isn't the most wise decision of my life.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to start a write-in campaign to get myself elected into the US Senate. Ricketts and Nelson are both douchebag assholes who need to off themselves. Honestly, their campaigns are so fucking third grade-ish and retarded that I honestly contemplated giving up my right to vote just for fear of having to support one of these douches. Ugh. I still remember when Nelson came to North High and John (raver) Butler asked him some questions about Nebraska farmland and how the government was puchasing Nebraska corn and DESTROYING IT to regulate corn prices for farmers. Sweet jesus. I don't think I've ever seen a politician dance around a question so blatantly. He started getting cat calls from the audience because he tried to change the subject. Ugh. Hate that man.
I wish I could play golf. That makes me feel better.
Fucking a, Arrested Development should have never been cancelled. I hate you, Fox. OH! The guy who plays Buster in the show is in that new Will Ferrel movie that I posted about months ago! I'm excited. They should give him a hook hand. Just for me. Because yeah.
I tried to use a PC today, and I totally forgot how to work them. Mac 4 Lyfe, bitches.
Wow. Nerd. Srsly.
I really shoulda started this write in campaign a while back. I just assumed that Ricketts wasn't a ginormous douche. Even though he is an unbelievably rich asshole, I woulda never guessed about the douche part.
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| 11:44pm 12/10/2006 |
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I can't believe it.
You're the only person who's capable of making me feel/act like this. Ask any of my friends. They'll tell you the same thing. I'm a relatively cheerful person. Why is it that whenever I spend time with you, I'm counting down the seconds? Why do i end up either biting my tongue or the inside of my cheek so hard that I bleed when I'm near you? Just the thought of having to spend time with you makes my vision blur. I wish I was overstating that. I really do.
After I leave you, I feel as vulnerable as a godamn kitten. I've spent a long time building up my emotional walls to protect myself from douchebags. I never thought for one second that I'd have to protect myself from you. Maybe that's why still to this day, you're the only one who can hurt me. I hate you for that.
I hate that I'm going to lose sleep tonight because of you.
I hate that I'm going to go up to my room and listen to shitty depressing music tonight.
I hate that I'm posting this online, like I'm looking for pity like some kinda wussy asshole.
I hate my haircut.
I hate you, LJ.
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| 02:06pm 12/10/2006 |
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There ya go, Mom.
I think i'm going to photoshop a lightsaber into my right hand. Because I'm awesome.
Oh yeah! This is unbelievably silly. What the hell?
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| 05:52pm 08/10/2006 |
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WHEEEEE! Bran Bran has photoshop, and i'm pretty sure I'm never going to leave my house again.
I really hate the commercials promoting the new Intel Core Duo processors.
Srsly. When I think super duper awesome processors, I don't think of weirdly dressed dudes dancing around. I really don't.
But, I guess computers are super hip nowadays. What do I know, right?
For the record, I have COARSE FACIAL HAIR. MY FACE FEELS LIKE SANDPAPER.
I'LL EVEN POST A PICTURE OF IT, DAMNIT.
I LOVE CAPS LOCK. HONESTLY.
But really, photoshop, you are my lover. Well, photoshop and Flavor of Love.
Hung out with Elsa and Andria the past couple of nights. Pretty fun/funny stuff.
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| 10:38pm 24/09/2006 |
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music: The Clientele - Impossible
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So, The Hold Steady is coming out with a new album. I'm excited, but I shouldn't be. The Hold Steady has this crazy ability to make me unbelievably hopeful in one moment, and in the next, drag me so far down in the dumps that I can't even tell which way is up. Every time I listen to them, I have to tell myself to not think about the lyrics because, chances are, I'll feel like shit. Blah. I know I'm going to buy it the day it comes out. blargh.
Hung out with some of the old gang today. That was an awesome way to pretty much make me feel like shit. I think I'm the only one who hasn't changed since high school. It isn't that I think I'm somehow better than them or anything, but wow. We're just moving in completely different directions. I wish we could go back to the old days when we just loved to go to shows and drink. Those were happy times.
Finally got seasons 1 and 2 of Seinfeld. I love love love Larry David. Yup. Oh! I picked up American Splendor today too. Damn impulse purchases. I love all the music that plays during American Splendor though. I'm not too hip to movie soundtracks, but I'm pretty sure I'd love that one.
So, I'm feeling loads better. That's good. I can run without throwing up half of my intestinal tract. Which reminds me, being sick is prety much an awesome way to lose weight. Right up there with bulimia, I must say.
I hate the telephone.
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| 10:44pm 17/09/2006 |
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Turns out I may not have mono, but some other ridiculously disgusting bacterial infection! Joy!
It was kinda funny though, when I went to the doctor on Thursday, when he took a look at my tonsils, he visibly recoiled and then told me flat out that I had the most disgusting looking tonsils he'd ever seen.
That was just lovely to see/hear, lemme tell you.
The antibiotics the doctor gave me just in case it wasn't mono seem to be working. That's happy news. I can move around again. And swallow.
Woo!
I'm kinda enjoying not working though. A little vacation where I just play my make brandon dumber machine (I hate you, xbox360 and lego star wars 2. damn my nerdiness!)
Long day tomorrow.
You know what's really weird? I never thought I'd be the person who would get hooked on excercise. I'm pretty much the laziest person I've ever met. But since about wednesday when I started to feel a little sick, I haven't gone on my morning run. I feel like a shitbag if I just don't get out there and do it every morning. Whatever. We'll see if I feel up to it tomorrow. If you see me passed out on the side of the road on about 108th-95thish and Military, scrape me up off the road and nurse me back to health. I'll hug you!
Time to crash.
-branbran.
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Ugh dude.
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| 10:04am 13/09/2006 |
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mood:  worried music: British Sea Power - Remember Me
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Yes. The new ipod software update is fucking sweet. I've been waiting for this for a while now.
I'm already 5 hours into today, and it rules. Woo. Now I get to work 'til five! FUN!
...and i'm not even being sarcastic. WTFhuh?
British Sea Power makes me happy. Go download Like a Honeycomb from their band website. It'll make your heart lighter.
I met my future yesterday. Pretty much the most depressing three minutes of my life. Allow me to explain.
I met a dude at a gas station, who in the span of 3-4 minutes, did the following:
Used a cheesy pickup line on a beautiful woman.
Quoted an Eddie Murphy movie.
Professed his undying love for Cursive.
Quoted a lyric from the greatest Cursive song EVAR (which I instinctually followed along with, I couldn't help it.)
Complained about being bald.
Complained about his baldness being the reason he is sexually inept.
OH! I ALMOST FORGOT! His goddamn voice squeaked. Jesus Christ. He is me. I am him.
Wow.
And he told me his age. 37. Yup. I'f i'm still like me when I'm 37, game over.
but i really am in a good mood today. And I get to see Elsa tomorrow!
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