climate: beautiful, if you're me.
location: living room, san antonio, tx
watching: something with angela lansberry
listening to: afi "the art of drowning"
reading: sweet blood by... screw it!
eating: chocolate (bad lyssa! bad)
drinking: water

hey, i've finally come back to you. i should report to you a few shocking recent events that have happened (yes, they've happened recently too!) I turned 16 on monday. on monday my great grandmother died. i don't really know what's worse: the fact that she's dead, or the fact that i really don't care. and, last but certainly not least, i saw an ad for Hot Topic on the NYCR hom page. the horrors! who the hell gave them permission to put their crappy ass piece of crap banners on my site. i mean, just because i'm not actually paying for this site, does not mean that angelfire should clutter it with useless advertisments such as that!

megan and i have been talking about warped tour. we're already planning on going together. i wasn't sure until today that i was going, but today something changed. today i learned that tiger army, sugarcult, IMA robot, billy talent, and the sounds will be on warped tour 2004. so goody for all. anyway, i was relating a story to megan about the man who worked at the cheesy mac station last summer. he told us to do something funny and he would give us a cd sampler. well, you all know me and you should know that i'm not about to look like an ass just for a free cd sampler. i would jump over the shitty collapsable table and beat the shit out of the kraft cheesy mac fucker before i would do something funny just for his enjoyment. but megan told me that she would just bust out in this crazy walk, which i have just now dubbed "the warped tour trot". so she's working on perfecting that for this summer just incase cheesy mac is there again with his cd samplers of humiliation.

what's happening march 13? come on, if you've talked to me at all in the last 3 weeks, you know. afi is coming! damn straight. i've got my tickets. i can hold them and man-handle them in anyway that i like (all while not actually touching them for fear of bending them). and that's almost as good as holding and man-handling afi themselves. megan and lacey are coming with me. oh the joy, the rapture!

ummm, okay, so i think that's it. if anyone is interested: today i informed my algebra class that i am the empress of the moon. and while i was planning my coronation feast (247 courses served over a month and a half) the ruler of jupiter (aka: j.r.) declared his intention to invade the moon. but i'm not worried because i have planet x (the samuri domain run by hydrick) and caucasia (governed by none other than courtney) on my side. but the trechorous jupitarians conned patricia (the dictator of venus and mercury) to be on his side. hmmm, it sounds like there won't be much of the solar system left after we're done. more on "galaxy war I" next time...

climate: fucking cold
location: house, i guess it's my home
watching: pirates of the caribean
listening to: the yeah yeah yeahs "Fever to Tell"
eating: nothing
drinking: nothing

hey, i'm supposed to be doing homework wich i have been putting off until the last minute. so why start being responsible now? and, as Ellen Degenerous so logically puts it: all we have is right now, just this moment. and that's why procrastinating feels so right...

i found a super fun quote from the sexy man beast that is jade puget: "If you want to see some killer patty cake, you should see davey and i do it. and then you can watch us play patty cake." as unattractive as two guys haveing sex is to me (Oh it's about as unattractive as the thought of a straight couple haveing sex is to a gay person) i laughed out loud when i read this... if only average guys could be that comfortable in their sexuality as to say something like that.

anway... this break has been a blur. it isn't even registering that i have to attend school tomorrow... just the thought of suffering through my chemistry teacher's daily bull shit fest makes me nausious... did i spell that right? fuck it. i would fail english if they graded on the spelling instead of the pretty pictures that we all have to draw...

hmmm... nothing big on the band front. taylor told me that he started a band some of his maties. he needs a bassist though. he asked if i could help him. well no. considering that courtney is falling severly behind in her accomplishments... but, i'll let him in on some very good advice that bobby told me awhile ago: "school is a really good place to find musicians... that's why i went to school." it's funny, really! think, it's funny! he does have a drummer though... lucky bastard.

oh, jefferson, i think i've actually written a song... i mean, there's guitar sounds and lyrics... it seems like a song. but it's very nirvana-esque in the sense that an idiot could play it if taught properly. hell, an idiot could play without being taught properly, i wrote it for fuck's sake!

"I have two cell phones and I don?t feel weird about this. No disrespect to children in third world countries that only have one cell phone." - hunter burgan

oh well children, i'll be leaving now, and until next time, remember: make fuck not violence...

Haha, now you're poor...
Heyheyhey.
It's January the fifth at 2:30 pm. Last day before we head back to school for second semester. The only thing I'm thinking about today is how much I don't want to. No more school. I'm going to start a petition. Children should not be forced to attend school if they feel they are already smart and worldly enough without it! NO MORE! I WON'T GO! THEY CAN'T MAKE ME!
Okay, I'll go, but I AM ATTENDING UNDER PROTEST.
Oh, hell.
There really isn't too much to write about. So far, 2004 is one of my most boring years. I suppose I'll give it a go, though. After all, it's only been 4 and a half days, right?
I'm focusing on looking at the good part of this new year lately. For instance, I haven't been in trouble at school yet and even though there is a slight possibility that that is because I haven't been to school yet, I'm overlooking that. Also, I haven't completely embarrassed the hell out of myself quite yet, however, I did have a humiliating fall down my stairs in front of Laura and her new boyfriend the other day. That's only a 6.4 on the Embarassment Richter Scale. Not too shabby.
Well, NYCRATS fans (e.i.-Lyssa, I MEAN VIOLET!), I'm out. C'est bon.
~Jefferson~

Climate: rainy
Location: megan's house
Watching: megan's cat
Listening to: nothing
Eating: cheese

It's my first web entry. So much pressure for it to be good. I almost typed "food" instead of "good." Reason number seven as to why they should NOT put the "f" and "g" next to eachother on the keyboard. This is too much pressure. I feel like that kid from South Park. What's his name? Oh, thank you, Lyssa...his name is Tweek. Anyway, I feel like him. If I had a button-down shirt, I would mess up the buttons and twitch like a maniac right now. Too bad, really. I was wearing a button-down earlier. Why does this always happen??
Lyssa just sang me her hilarious calculator song. It was so funny, I wet my pants. "I have a calculator, but I NEED IT, I NEED IT, and you can't use it, and you can't use it, 'cause I need it, I need it." Oh, the good times you have when you're stoned. Too bad we'll never remember it later. What was I talking about again?
Oh, right. I was on about cake and it's many delicious attributes.
Attribute One: It comes in many textures and flavours.
Attribute Two: I forgot, but it was interesting.
Attribute Tres: It comes in a convenient round shape. I like things that are round.
Anyhow, I have way too much energy to not be sleeping. Right. Whatever.
~It's ten o'clock, Venus is at it's brightest, I have to go masturbate!~
*Jefferson D.* (aka Cpt. Penis)

howdy ho rangers and rangerettes! i don't really have anything else to say. yes, jefferson summed it up in her fascinating collection of cake attributes... we're sitting here in her parents bedroom and using their high-speed cable internet stuff. but anyway... i wrote a song in history... i've got the tune jotted down somewhere and before you know it, we may have material. hmmm....

today, i declared myself emporess of the moon. (who's going to stop me? you? bring it on...)

okay, i'll write later.

-violet...

climate: rather enjoyable
place: living room, san antonio, tx
watching: stripped on the style channel
listening to: britney spears 'in the zone'
eating: over cooked cookies
drinking:absolut vodka

courtney, megan and myself were scheduled to get together earlier this week to do our first jam, but parental interferance stopped that small dream from coming true. maybe next month... megan is so fed up with courtney it's funny. she's officially kicked courtney out of the band. no, seriously. her theory is that if courtney can't even manage to fill out a piece of paper detailing her favorite bands and what not, she won't be able to do anything. i have to say that i agree with her. courntey has issues waking up before noon. i doubt that she'd live through a tour in an extremely small van. she wouldn't have any time to read...

my aunt, the soul investor in my music career, is sending me a christmas package on monday. please be electric guitar related! oh my, now i'm all flustered...

i don't have anything else to say. so sorry. maybe more interesting things will happen during xmas break. oh, only three weeks away! come quickly.

I missed the vans club tour on the 26th. oh TSOL, the suicide machines and more. i could have been one with you. but no. i was here. doing this... so sad.

climate: gross
place: closet, san antonio, tx
watching: clean sweep on tlc
listening to: sugarcult 'start static'
eating: too much
drinking: nowhere near enough

the weather here is pissing me off. i walked outside today and couldn't breathe. the humidity is ungodly... it's like in denver where you have to breathe really deep to get enough oxygen due to high altitude. only here you have to breathe really deep to get enough oxygen due to the ridiculous amount of water in the air. and then the water coats your lungs and you drown. death by humidity... how sad.

we ate at wendy's today and i'm fairly certain that my chicken was tainted... damn hill billy register guy...

"wha' can i get ya?"
"can i get some of those homestyle chicken strips?"
"wha'?"
"chicken strips."
"s'ry, we're outta da chicken."
"[from kitchen]ronnie, a batch just came out"
"o. wha' can i get ya?"

godammit ronnie! i just want some fucking chicken strips! can i get some deep fried chicken? that's all i want. and how the hell can a fast food resturant be out of something?! apparently ronnie is unaware that he is working at a wendy's...

i hate this place.

climate: bipolar
location: bedroom floor (aka: el kingdom of huge-ass bugs), san antonio, tx
watching: good eats
listening to: kill hannah mp3's (i'm not sure if this is totally legal...)
eating: shitty cheese and bean burrito
drinking: sprite which has been visited by my new friend jose...

i have spent the day either ridin' on the drug formerly known as pain killer (anyone know how to spell vicadin, because i really don't know at all), and then i was tripping on one too many benadryl, and now i'm wallowing in my light-weight alcoholic traits... so, i've spent the day in places where i was not supposed to go. i've contemplated serveral things which i will now so graciously list for you faithful readers...

1) if electricity is produced by electrons, is morality produced by morons?

2) when in a band, is it cool to wear your own band's shirts and other merchandise?

3) if the answer to question 2 is "no, that will make you look like a dipshit." i must follow up with this question: why does it make you look like a dipshit and not a hack?

so that's all i've got for now. i hope this makes you think. lord knows that nothing else seems to make you think... no i take it back! i love you, i need you! you can't leave me like this...

climate: freakishly cold
location: living room, san antonio, tx
watching: CSI
listening to: the life and crimes of alice cooper
reading: the classic fairy tales by iona and peter opie
eating: nothing
drinking: does saliva count?

i saw some guy tagging DPS on the side of a building. i wonder if he knows that DPS stands for department of public safety... that's where you go to get your driver's license. i thought that maybe i should tell him to get a new tag i.d. but i figured that he would kick my scrawny pale ass if he got the chance. so i just kept it to myself.

courtney was sick again today... what is this now? she's sick more often than not. but she was kind of weird acting yesturday; maybe she has some disease that she's not telling us about. or maybe not.

this guy i know got a $7 hair cut yesturday. it looks like a $7 hair cut. it kind of reminds me off 70's cop hair. yeah, it's very Ponch.

climate: sweaty
location: Computer lab C-21, San Antonio, tx
watching: some time managment video (eductional, n'est-ce pas?)
listening to: the steady/deeply annoying hum of computers.
eating: nothing
drinking: same

When i gave courtney the info sheet to fill out for her page she said, "what's this." i told her that it was for our 'band' site. she promptly responded with, "oh, we're still doing that?" ha. ha. ha. we are not amused. anyway, when i told this fascinating story to megan, she said something along the lines of, "that's it, courtney is out of the band!" i told her that that was a good idea, because we do know so many other bassists...
(you know, because we don't)

they were giving out cake today in the foryer for some unknown reason. courtney got us some. I'm not sure it was entirely smart to eat unknown cake that was produced by some unkown organization. but i was hungry, and cake is cake. 'do not forsake me, for i am hungry!' i took a picture of the cake simply because i'm determined to document everything. check the gallery in a few days... you'll be glad to know that after i took the picture i proceded to drop my cake on the floor... and promptly pick it up and ate it. so now i'm not sure if i'm plaqued with nausea because of food poisoning, or floor goo that slipped by my usually keen powers of observations.

climate: unknown, i haven't been outside and i don't plan to venture out just for your sake.
location: my living room, san antonio, tx.
watching: foo fighters' "times like these" video
listening to: my phone ring
eating: fingernails
drinking: room temp water

i was watching a cooking show and the lady was talking about meals which you could easily make if you get surprise dinner guests. she suggested that you make veal rolls... i have two problems with this.

first of all, how does that conversation go?
"honey, we're gonna have some guests for dinner. whatever should i make for them to ingest?"
"well dear, why not make those veal rolls that we all love so much."

secondly, who just has veal hanging out in their kitchen? i know the last time i was surprised by people demanding to be fed, i didn't just have veal in my back pocket... and i would go so far as to guess that you don't either. so what makes this veal roll hypothesis plausable at all? well that will no longer be a question beacause i'm here to tell you that this cook chick grew up in the OC. of course they have veal in the kitchen constantly there!

has anyone else noticed that the lead singer of 3 doors down looks like a gorilla? well i have. i guess it's kind of logical to assume that he should look like a gorilla if, like me, you believe in the theory of evolution. but he's just a freak. like his dna didn't quite make it over the evolutionary hump, if you get what i'm saying.

mat devine of Kill Hannah sounded shocked when some one who reviewed one of their shows said that they were cuter than the strokes. well, i don't think he should be so damn shocked. he's supa' fine. (you can tell i'm serious because i used the rare supa' spelling...)

i've decided that the most thank-less job on the planet is to be a sound effects guy on a "punk" album. i saw a Transplants show last april, and they played "diamonds and dogs". so i'm going to assume that you've either heard the song or at least seen that garnier fructis comercial featuring the song. and you know that "whoo, whoo" sound? yeah, that's not some goofy computer sound... there's actually a guy standing behind a key board make those noises into a microphone. hmmm, poor guy. but maybe he likes to soak up the spot light and yet has terrible stage fright. who knows right?

anyone else having weird dreams involving those britney spears barbie dolls? yeah, me neither.