Dear readers,
I have been informed that i must teach you something i know best.
In my opinion the only thing i slightly know about is music and film.
Here is a very informative list:
MUSIC

1. Dan Sartain. AKA 1950's for the 2007's
- Walk Among the Cobras PT. 1
2. Josh Ritter. AKA folkish/alt country
- Girl in the War
3. Patti Smith. AKA most punk rock female ever.
-Rock n' Roll n*gger
4. Arab Strap. AKA i dare you to google what their name means.
- Cherubs
5. Mogwai. AKA scotlands best.
- Auto Rock
6. Bardo Pond. AKA instrumentals finest.
- Dilate7.
The Constantines. AKA driving music and i don't even drive.
- Hotline Operator
8. American Analog Set. AKA sleeping music
- Aaron and Maria
9. Grandaddy. AKA good movie music
- Jed the Humanoid
10. Scarface. AKA feel good hiphop
- On My Block
11. Archers of Loaf. AKA so 90's
- White Trash Heroes
12. Hot Snakes. AKA punk rock
- Love Birds
13. Silver Jews. AKA also so 90's
- How to rent a room
14. Teenager Prayers. AKA wicked buddy holly sound
- Oh
15. Pavement. AKA the band every indie kid should know
- Range Life

FILM
1. Things To Do. Really awesome sundance film.
2. Cannibal the Musical. Trey parker presents.
3. Down by Law. Tom waits is in it, therefore amazing.
4. Wrong Eye'd Jesus. Awesome documentry on the deep south of america.
5. Leon the Professional. About a 12 year old girl falling in love with a 40 year old hit man. What else do you need?
6. Dig. Sweet documentry on wild 90's bands.
7. Rushmore. Wes Anderson.
8. Dr. Strangelove. "there is no fighting in the war room!"
9. Jesus' Son. About an addict who is believes he is jesus' son.
10. Broken Flowers. Bill murray. 'Nuff said.
11. Magnolia. Aimee man does the sound track, making this movie so beautiful.
12. Closer. Did not expect this movie to be as amazing as it is.
13. Amelie. Cutest movie ever.
14. Dirty Pretty Things. A sad truth about treatment of immigrants.
15. Full Metal Jacket. Need i say more?

i am havin' trouble writing

i have writing 12, english 12, and art 12.

and i have never, ever, ever felt so drained of creativity.

sigh.

a tragic moment

a tragic moment in my life would be the day i grew breasts.
at the time i was totally unaware of the fact that i had any at all, as i was too distracted by playing games and watching PMK.
i was in my room with my cousin listening to some prozzack at the time totally illin' talking about life and stuff, when my mom came barging in and looked at me and said "damn chelsea! were going to have to get you a bra soon!"

i started to cry.

this was the end of my life.

me? a bra? NO WAY.

at this point in my life i refused to even acknowledge that i was a girl!

anyways after i stop crying and covering up my chest my mom dragged me to buy my first "brassier".

it was a painful tragic moment of my life.

i still hate my "breasts", i have this theory that i'll eventually get breast cancer and i can get them cut off.

maybe i'll fake it.

sigh

i love the word sigh. it is so effective.



i have developed a rash on my face and neck and i am kind of freaking out about it. if i look like a gigantic puffy red freak on tuesday that is why.

anyways i wrote this piece at the bus stop today from my shoes point of view and it had this part i thought was funny:

"I know Chelsea has a sense of humor because of her choice not to wear socks"

cute, amiright?




i love music that sounds so beautiful but is about really messed up things, like Wintersleep.

" Hold me like a child
In your warm, warm arms
Whisper parables
Keep me safe from harm

Oh my sagging skin
Oh my burning skies
I will close my eyes
I will close my eyes

There was laughter once
There were pretty songs
Pull the metal shards
Thin my clotted blood

Oh my rotted skin
Oh my burning skies
I will close my eyes
I will close my eyes"

please actually download the song if you haven't heard it, its much better heard than read.

wintersleep- jaws of life.





this was a very random entry.

am i the only one

who posted over the long weekend.

/nerd.



like my cats?

sigh

i really should start spending time outside of my bed.

its just too scary out there. . .

i have everything thing on my good ol' queen sized, space foamed mattress.

i have my phone, my laptop, my clothes, my books, some scissors, some art stuff, a sketch book, a journal, some really soft sheets, socks, tylenol and a bottle of ginger ale.

what makes this funnier is, its not like i just have a bedroom, i have an entire basement suite to myself, and i stay in my bed.

anyways i have to clean now or i'll have to compare my mother to some type of ancient dragon.

good thing the only part of my suite that is messy is my bed. . . .

pointing fingers

first of all i would like to clear up that i was so sick i did not realize that wednesday was in fact not thursday. (in reference to my last post bb's)


back to the topic.

oh satire, parody, black humour, sarcasm. all the things i live my life by really. my boyfriend has told me that i "can't meet someone without making fun of them" which is probably true. i was also told that i look like a girl who's a "b" to those who don't deserve it.

whatever, at least i'm hilarious.

anyways i am going to make fun of non conformists.

the idea of conforming and non conforming "boggles" me. its so effing ridiculous. to not conform you have to dress in a manner that almost seems as if. . . you're trying to conform to something. . . . *cough*punk rock kids*cough*

and the ultimate non conformist ideal is anarchy, which in its self does not work, as anarchist could never form an alliance, and everyone knows that no revolution was complete with out a group or party. and the majority of "anarchist" are on the internet posting about how high school tries to make them conform. a real anarchist (kind of like a real santa, or a real communist leader, or a real easter bunny) would not use a computer because they would not support Macintosh or windows.

anyways, the whole idea of not conforming is absurd.

dear non conformist,

your mom and dad conformed, and thus had you.



the real non conformist are those who actually just wear whatever and do whatever they feel like.

its so stupid to go about your life attempting to non conform, which in the end leads you to conform.........

idiots.

sick day, yeah!

so today i stayed home sick. i remembered ms. wedel telling the librarian that we would be in the library again thursday, so i am going to assume you guys blogged.

today was magnificent, minus the throwing up of raisin bran (soooo mushy) and the constant feeling of gravol inflicted dizziness.

i watched One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest on tv (which was rather ironic as it was what i would have been doing if i were attending english class today) and i cried at the end. that damned mcmurphy is such a charmer.

easter is coming. and i have a question, if easter is about j-christ why don't we indulge in chocolate jesus' rather then eggs? it doesn't make sense to me.

imagine, kids looking for chocolate relics.

hahaha

i'm awesome

scars

I was sitting too close.

And my brother thought he was being funny.

I pulled my skin from the glass of the fireplace.

Only to see it snap back to the fireplace.

the skin remains there, and my wirst is replaced with a purple tinge.

my mother tells me this one will never go away.