Acrophobic Arachnids

Today is the day that I successfully recorded "You Look Like A Freemason." I'm gonna edit and produce it and yaddayaddayadda, and then record another one in the very near future. I really like the way it's sounding, it's certainly one of the strongest things I've ever committed to tape. This also means that another EP's gonna be coming soon, and I'm very, very excited about this, because I now strongly regret putting Endo Fanera out into the world, and I feel as though I really, really need to redeem myself after that.

How I feel about all this:



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Song of the day, Cryptograms by Deerhunter, off of their album Cryptograms.



therewasnosoundtherewasnosoundtherewasnosoundtherewasnosound
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I just spent the last 4 hours of my life typing up a horrible essay on African-American music and it's impact on American culture and literature. It hurt my head, but I got it done. Yay for me.

Also, tomorrow, Dumbledore's Army is playing an impromptu show for a bunch of little tykes at the junior high end of our junior/senior high school. Our two new songs, Save Hermione from the Troll and The Sorting Hat are both really concise, but they're the greatest things we've ever done. I expect a good response from the kids. Unless they all suck and they don't enjoy it. I'm guessing the latter. Those soulless little 6th grade bastards.

Here are some lyrics!:

I don't want to go up
I don't want to be embarrassed
The sorting hat's a mean hat of sorts
All he ever does is harass us

I don't want to find out where I belong
I just want to write awesome Harry Potter songs

(Breakdown in which we all chant things about how we really don't want to be in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. and then...)

Everybody knows I want to be in Gryffindor
That's the only house that I'm really for
Everyone knows I want to be in Gryffindor
That's the only house that I am really for, oh yeah.

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I must be off now. A demain.

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is alive

and is happy about this fact.

essentially, i was in a very weird position in which i questioned whether i'd even live to see this point today, but i was also in a position where i couldn't really tell anyone. it was just bizarre. that was the last post. everything's fine now, rest assured. no cause for alarm at all.

*deep breath*
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dumbledore's army wrote 2 songs today, and i wrote a 9minutelongsong yesterday. but it needs a little reconstruction since the end follows a pattern that another one of my songs take. might have to be screwed around with in mah editing sofwairs if recorded.

which brings me to my next point. recording. i'm gonna sit down at some point this week and come up with a recording schedule. because i'm dying to get stuff committed to tape. this is probably a lie, but i like thinking that i can get organized.

that's about it. i'm going to wings your way tonight and hoping that the trivia questions this week are somewhat reasonable. if they're not, then i'm gonna rage all over the place.

also, the game.

also,

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pg dn

the dark cloud came back.
the dark cloud.
the.

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This Bowl is Super.

The slap bet went down, but i didn't try. Rob got 10 numbers, Robert got 4 numbers. The end. We're done with that. Thank God.
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So. Exciting news. I just bought a new album (well. not new. it came out in 2004) and I love it almost too much. It's called Future Perfect by Autolux. Very heavy and dark stuff, bordering on shoegaze and noise rock at points.

Here:


And here:


And certainly here:


we had our last winter track meet of the season, the state meet. the big deal. and it went swimmingly. our 4x400 team improved by 6 seconds, and a couple people placed in individual events. not bad, considering we're a small school.

GODBEWITHYOUTILWEMEETAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAIN

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Calling It Off.

it's 12 minutes into today. but i need to talk.

i was thrown into this. and i played along for awhile, thinking, oh i can do this. but i can't. the fact of the matter is that i suffer from a lack of confidence. that tacked on to the fact that i feel socially awkward and, by the same hand, AM socially awkward. this therefore isn't fair to me. it's not that i'm afraid of girls, it's that i'm afraid of rejection, and a furthering of my lack of confidence and self-esteem. oh, but god forbid i back out. because then i get hurt. so the only way out of physical or mental pain is to just say i don't want to do it, and i don't want to get punished for doing it. and i don't feel like this makes me less of a man. it just means that i have this thing. it's called dignity.

The fact that I'm even spewing forth all of this drama about a stupid comical bet is ridiculous, and it shouldn't be the case. it's not fun like it seemed to be at first. at first it was a great concept. but there's been so much bickering. what's the point? it's almost gotten to the point where it's threatening the welfare of our friendship, for christsakes. And I will admit, that I've caused the most tumult. But it's for what is a morethanvalid raeson.

Either way, i'd end up damaged. so fuck it.
sorry to be a let down.
but maybe i'm doing you both a favor as well.

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BOOM BOOM SLAP, BOOM BOOM SLAP.

so i started writing another song. the first part's like a waltz-ish thing and then it kind of dissolves into an ambient ending. these are the lyrics i have thus far, it's surprisingly straightforward and it's all very elementary. but i'll say that 'that's what i was aiming for':

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i could write you a story
i could write you a song
i could write you 10,000 words
but it'd all come out wrong.

so goodbye.

standing in the shadow of a UPS truck
standing in the shadow of a UPS truck
The man in brown said 'How are you today?'
and we ran away to our mothers.

on the way down
i slip into dream
of the way
our dragons used to be.
on the way down
to tennessee
i slip into dream.

ooooon theeeeeeeee waaaaaay doooooown.

ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh...
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in other news, i got slapped early today, because the two other competitors found out that I had made truces with both of them so that I wouldn't get slapped. I thought it was clever, but they didn't see the humor in it. Luckily, I wasn't the only one who was slapped early, because Robert was planning on meeting a girl he knew and getting one of her numbers. His slap, for some ungodly reason, was much weaker than mine was. Eliza (our slap commissioner) dealt out a good one to me, and it stung on my whole walk home.

The competition is still tomorrow, and I'm still frightened, even though I feel as though I have strategies.
- use a French accent on one girl 'Euh, pardons-moi, but i do not know where to find The Road by Cor-MACK Mack-ar-THEE.
- talk about an album and eventually my music to another girl.
- drop a bunch of stuff near a girl.

None of this will work, and I'll end up with 0 numbers, but it's wishful thinking.
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I'm going to a friend's house. thus, i bid you farewell.

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pas vraiment.

i only played chess once in my life and i lost.
song du jour (great video as well!!):

rob, robert, and I have a slap bet going on. As in, the losers get slapped by the winner. the bet is on who can get the most numbers from a girl in the time span of two hours. I don't expect to win. I mean. just look at this picture:


I look like I just ate a lemon and saw someone die at the same time.

This is what I expect will transpire while I try to pick up girls.:
- *walks up to girl* "Hi."
- "Hi."
- "I like the book you're looking at. It's a good book."
- "Oh really?"
- "*ahem* uh, yeah."
- "What do you like about it?"
- "Can I have your number?"
- "...wait, what?"
- "Um. It's a, it's a thing."
- "What are you talking about?"
- "Y'know." *runs away*

So, ultimately, I will end up slapped. But I don't mind, it should be a jolly good time anywho.
I shall update you in due time.

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and now for my top 5 favorite lyrics (in no particular order):
5. "I'll be waiting/with a gun and a pack of sandwiches" - from Radiohead's Talk Show Host
4. "Sad I'm gonna die. Hope it's gonna happen later, later than I think." - from Pinback's Tripoli
3. "When I die, I'm leaving you my feet/ When you die, you can stand up for me" - from Wolf Parade's Fancy Claps
2. "Changed my mind so much I can't even trust it, my mind changed me so much I can't even trust myself." - from Modest Mouse's Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset
1. "We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole/ We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul" - from Bright Eye's At The Bottom of Everything

GOODNIGHT
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February 3rd.

Is the day that this happened.



Mimas got my video and they liked it, saying 'I could be in their band'. So then they reposted it, and it got all these likes and awesome comments. This made me so happy.

That's really all I have to say. This made my year already.

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Trivial.

I'm finding a job tomorrow, apparently. This is all at once exciting and overwhelming. I'm not sure how to feel about it.

The song of the day is Boyz by M.I.A. Best beat i've heard in some time. Unfortunately, I can't embed it on here. So here's the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBX3lo3Boxs

Today, Me (I don't care that that usage of 'me' is grammatically incorrect), Rob, Robert, and several others attended trivia night at Wings Your Way as we normally do. We were expecting to beat drunk college kids like we tend to do, but this week the questions were absolutely impossible. "How many muscles are there in a cat's ear?" "In which state is the town of Dingdong located?" I mean. Literally trivial stuff that no one in their right mind could ever figure out.



Today's been weird. It felt like there's been a dark cloud hanging over my head. I had to take a nap just to shake the cloud, something I never do. It was a conglomeration of the trivia night fail, the fact that I didn't have piano lessons as planned, the dreary school day, the semi-eye-opening eavesdropping I did today that I don't want to get into. Maybe it's the fact that I did so much yesterday and today I did nothing but just kind of idle. All of these things just added up and smacked me square in the nose.
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Here's that third video I was in that was uploaded yesterday. Definitely one of the best things I've uploaded onto YouTube.




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The first half is in slow-motion. It opens with a visibly bruised face looking down at her notebook introspectively underneath a big oak tree, all in color. The oak tree is essentially her one safe haven, the one place where she can be at ease. The shot focuses in on the notebook, which fades slowly into her real life, in a darkish blackandwhite. Shots follow include her parents yelling at her, her boyfriend abusing her, dropping her books. It then shows her sneaking out of her parents house at night and then arriving at the oak tree. We get her perspective as she approaches her safety net, before cutting immediately back to more black and white images of her troubled life. Then we see her sneaking out again, doing the same thing, only this time instead of the oak tree fading into color as she approaches, we see construction equipment in place of the tree.

This begins the second half, all in black and white. She screams and cries out at the loss of her home, and immediately starts slashing tires and yelling at the men working away at the trees. The men respond violently and start chasing her. The music continues building as the chase between the girl and the workers intensifies. More and more people get involved. The gap closes and closes and closes. And then the climax. She gets caught up in the wave of people attacking her, hit into submission. We see the fists coming down left and right from her perspective as they fade in and out, smattered with dream-like images, a result of her dwindling consciousness. The film ends with the crowd dispersing as the police arrive, the lights flashing in red and blue, contrasting the black and white starkly.

This is what I visualize when I hear the song 'Untitled #8' by Sigur Ros. I want to film it, but I don't have the amount of people or editing software necessary. Which is a shame, because I think it's a decent enough concept.

Time to publish. SEE YOU TOMORROW.

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BUSY START TO THE MONTH.

THREE videos were uploaded involving me today, one on my main channel, one on 3kewldoods, and one on 'sekretaccount'. as i'm writing this, the 3kewldoods one is still publishing.

this first one has a little bit of a backstory behind it.
I was improvising on the piano one day and came across the melody to the song 'Dads' by Mimas, which also turns out to be one of my favorite songs period. Since Mimas, for some insane reason, do not have many fans on their Facebook page and they use it often, I told them that I had done this. I wasn't expecting any response to this, but then they responded saying "Post it then!" I freaked out a little bit on the inside. A couple days later, I film a video with me playing the song and upload it onto YouTube. I just posted it on their Facebook page, and now I'm anxiously awaiting their response.

VIDEO 1:


and VIDEO 2, that weird film I was talking about last night:


That's all I have time for today, I'm 'fraid. I need to upload the 3kewldoods video and get a semi-goodnight's sleep.

Something better tomorrow!

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