Monday, February 21, 2005

The master of Gonzo Journalism has died. Hunter S. Thompson has finally joined bat country.


posted @ 1:53 PM

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Friday, February 18, 2005

Done planning my home made instrument. So step one is complete.... I finished step two this morning.

I took advantage of a tip I received and lined up a shop I have paid for two days. Shelled out the money, and I have many tools at my fingertips. I eventually have to take a crash course in safety and proper usage, but it should be ok. As the date when I order evertything I need draws close.... I get more and more excited. I want to build this guitar so I have a more "spiritual" connection when compared to anything that can be bought. Nothing like it will exist in the world (like me!!111ONE!), so it should fit nicely.

Here is a summary of what it will consist of...

Fender Strat Body
Oversized CBS Headstock
Maple Fretboard/FingerBoard (satin)
Custom Champagne Sparkle Body
White Pickguard
s-s-s pickup configuration (Lace Hot Golds, white covers)
Blocked Tremolo
Medium Jumbo Frets (nickel)
Graphtech Hardware (nut, saddles, ect)
Locking Tuners
25b Mid-Boost Kit
Blender Wiring
Split Shaft
.047uf capacitor
Volume Kit
Shielding Ground Wire
White Knobs
Satin Chrome Screws
TBX Control

In english, this means one bad mother.


posted @ 10:17 PM

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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Eh, I have not eaten a full meal in three days or so.

Yup, I'm sick.... yesterday was the worst, though. All I ate was a small bowl of mashed potatoes and gravy. I slept in till 3 P.M., and I did absolutely nothing. I practice the guitar for like..... 20 minutes, but gag reflexes caused me to stop. Eh, what a way to start a week.

Today I am a bit better, but I can't seem to stay in class. I skipped Math because of sickness, and I went around turning in and collecting my homework for the music classes. Luckily, the worst is over... and I think the main reason I don't feel good right now is because I am starved beyond the norm. I can feel the hunger inside me... I should eat today...

I'm getting closer to building my instrument.


posted @ 9:57 AM

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Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Stephen Lynch puts on a really good show.

quoted from Anna...

"He kinda flails on stage like he is retarded or something."

Such an interesting experience....

Well, instead of driving right back, I am crashing at Anna's. We are going to have a slumber party, and if it falls through, we will have one soon. I need suggestions for hair ideas, fingernails... etc. I've been Chauntel, and I've been Dorothy.

Where should I go next?


Here is my new and improved profile!



posted @ 11:33 PM

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Friday, February 04, 2005

As promised... I am going to follow the recent trend.

You can post somewhere between 5 and 20 questions for me, and I must answer them... my past, religion, and other beliefs are not taboo.

Someone must be curious about my tiny brain!


posted @ 10:12 PM

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Wednesday, February 02, 2005

I'm going to be rich some day... I'm going to slap Death Metal, Doom Metal... and Folk Music all together...

This is my band lineup

Me - Vocal, Lead Guitar

The Edge (Comedy Central joke) - Lead Guitar

Bob Dylan - Chainsaw, Back Up Vocals

John Kerry - Bass Guitar

Tobey - rhythm Guitar

Don Juan - Drums

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I'm such a fucking genius! I will be so rich some day... I even have the lyrics to our first song done.... it's a cover of "Like a Rolling Stone"with some modern influence.

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Chainsaw and scream intro

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? (chainsaw squeal)

People'd call, say, "Beware bitch, you're bound to fuckin' fall"

You thought they were mother fucking shittin' you (another chainsaw squeal)

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hangin' out (masturbation noises in background)

Now you don't jerk so loud (noises get softer, chainsaw squeal)

Now you don't seem so fuckin' proud (whacking off stops)

About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

CHAINSAW SOLO!

(screamed and hard to understand for the death metal influence)

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

To be without a whore?

Like a complete asshole

CHAINSAW SOLO (shorter)

Like a rolling stone?

"HERE COMES THE EDGE TO CUT YOOOUU!"

(12 minute guitar solo)

CHAINSAW SOLO!

You've gone to the finest school all right, fucking whore ass bitch

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street (ironic, I know)

And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it

CHAINSAW SOLO!

You said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you realize

He's not selling any crack

As you stare into the void of everlasting space

And ask him do you want to make a deal?

SEX NOISE SOLO!

(screamed and hard to understand for the death metal influence)

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

To be without a whore?

Like a complete asshole

CHAINSAW SOLO (short)

Like a rolling stone?

SEX NOISE SOLO!

You never turned around to see the pearl necklace on the necks and the clowns

When they all come down and did tricks for you

You never understood that it ain't no good

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you (chainsaw squeal)

You used to ride on the chrome sybian with your diplomat (chain squeal)

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

CHAINSAW SOLO!

Ain't it hard when you discover that

He really wasn't where it's at

After he took from you everything he could feel

"HERE COMES BOB DYLAN TO CUT YOU!"

CHAINSAW SOLO TO THE MAX!

(screamed and hard to understand for the death metal influence)

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

To be without a whore?

Like a complete asshole

CHAINSAW SOLO (short)

Like a rolling stone?

TRASH CANS BEING THROWN AT THE WALL!

(random screams)

(child crying in room that has an echo for 5 minutes)

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty mother fuckers

They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made

Exchanging all kinds of precious jerks and things

But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better shove it up your contaminated ass

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Now you have a fucking ring in your ass, stupid

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

The ring is stuck now, whatcha gunna do bitch!?

(random screams)

CHAINSAW SOLO!

(screamed and hard to understand for the death metal influence)

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

To be without a whore?

Like a complete asshole

CHAINSAW SOLO (short)

Like a rolling stone?

"HERE COMES JEFF TO MAKE FUN OF YOU!!!!11one!!1"

JEFF GUITAR SOLO (shitty)

"DDIIEEE!"

CHAINSAW SOLO!

(child with echo room crying fade out)

UNEXPECTED CHAINSAW SOLO!

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I'm going to be so rich









posted @ 1:25 AM

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Grand Master Funk