I bet everybody is pretty pumped for all the sweet swag they just got. Not to mention the necessary meal at Chilis the day after.
I had to get that Pitchfork book to tell me which 500 songs from the last 30 years were the most meaningful. I give it a 7.4 for content, and a 4.2 for originality. VH1 already told me why I liked these decades. The Onion already told me how to review Pitchfork.
Animal Collective leaked too. I'm going to go out on a limb and say it's not as good as the last one, but if you are a true fan everything after Sung Tongs sucks. I'm not a true fan you're cool with me bro. I listened to about half of it. "My Girls" and "Daily Routine" were pretty good. Whatevs.
Winning at canasta isn't as fun when people don't enjoy your gloating.
Got this Harry Potter book. It's kinda small. We should go on a mission to find J.K. Rowling's mojo.
Finally bought Chuck Klosterman's new novel "Downtown Owl." It's really cool to dislike him, say he apes Dave Eggers, say he's terrible technical writer, his opinions are banal, but the man can bullshit. This one's fiction though, I'm kind of worried. He's never tackled a character who...isn't himself.
I got Henry Owing's Rock Bible too. Notable Quotes include:
"99% of the time, [keyboards] exponentially remove the "rock" aspect" of rock and add a level to rock music that can only be described as "gay."
I do <3 the Gae Shi
<3 Kittens
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<3 Xanny and Heineken on Christmas break
H8 turning down my amplifier with grandparents in the house.
H8 people gettin' off Facebook chatz before I say hi at 3:42 a.m. I'm awake, you're awake, who are we kidding here?
Would you throw a shoe at George Bush if you knew he was a Jedi?
They say that moving around and staying in different places can mess with your sleep. I didn't really notice anything like that while I was couch-surfing this summer, but I suppose passing out drunk most nights probably alleviated any tensions. Anyway, what I'm getting at is that I've been having trouble sleeping since I've been home for Christmas, and when I finally do get to sleep I get these collages of unsettling, decidedly realistic dreams. I think that militant DUI school I spent 20 hours in might've had something to do with it, too, because half of these dreams have involved authorities and illegal substances. My mind is such a criminal. Other themes have involved previous romantic interests (all of them), car wrecks in a mini-van, disappointing parties, rescuing hotties from evil masterminds, cooking, super anti-heroes, and ragtime dancing, among other, more random topics I can't quite recall. My subconscious presents itself in odd dynamics. Maybe I should stop eating all these damn cookies and drinking all this damn cola - sugar and caffeine abundance is clearly not benefiting my mind. Thanks grandma. Either way, if these keep up, I'm going to be too paranoid to go out on new year's, and that ain't cool.
