The new Indiana Jones with an unbelievabley long title came out today; I wore my hat and whip to celebrate. Lots of people were busy today (damn them and their schedules), but I got Alex and Harlan to go with me. Ignore all those bad reviews you’ve read. The new Indy movie is pretty kick-ass. I’d say the writing it better than that of the first 3 even though the plot is much, much stranger. Although, I’m ashamed to say, it did not kick as much ass as Iron Man.
You know what the advantage of going to a dance with a date is? You never find yourself alone on the edge of the larger mass of people…you find yourself with your date on the edge of the larger mass of people, which is perfectly fine. Ignoring the fact that Bailey drove herself and got hopelessly lost on the way, it ended up being really fun. Although, thinking aobut it makes me more sure that my life is in fact the Truman Show, standing alone waiting for my date just seems like such a cliche, but she didn’t stand me up so, not quite. I’m just paranoid that’s all.
I forgot to write about the fact that I saw Iron man. In short it was aweome. Slightly longer, it was awesomazing. I went with my friends Alex, Harlan, and Trung. Did I mention it was awesomazing? If you haven’t seen it you should.
So, apparently my poem “Exactly” was chosen to be in some high school poetry anthology. This came as a surprise to me, especially because I couldn’t remember what it was about. Turns out it’s this:
Too young.
Too young for what?
Just
Too
Young.
Oh.
We keep walking.
My friend Aaron and I were supposed to be listening to conversations around school to find a good quote on which to base a poem. I guess we looked into a middle school classroom and that’s what Arron said, “too young.”
Souvey has a Flickr account, so I thought “why not.” It’ll likely get more views than this blog, which may move sometime soon, still not sure. Here are the photos I’ve uploaded.
Not really, but writing a plugin to display them on the correct days does. I just spent most of the day and morning working on this thing. Pretty much I can add names and birthdays to the database and then a box appears up at the top of my blog when one of those birthdays occurs. If it’s still before the 22nd then you will be seeing said box above this post right now. Now I just have to ask if my friends are ok with having their first name or nickname, their age, and birthday plastered on the internet, I assume they won’t mind since it doesn’t really tell much about them, other than, obviously, their age. I got stuck for a long time trying to get the stuff showing up on the correct days and displaying the right time, when I fixed one thing the other broke and I spent a good while trying to figure out what I had done. Of course it was one of those stupid errors that you don’t see because you thinks it’s right, but it’s not. Turns out I was trying to shove a month in the form of a string into a parameter that wanted a month as an int. I’m too tired to do any more.
In a word: Awesome! In two: Fucking Awesome! Yesterday, my friends Alex, Trung, and I went to see the Coheed and Cambria concert at the SF Warfield. It was my first concert and it looked to be pretty awesome. Except, it started off a little shaky because as we got to where we were going, I realized that I had to piss. Unfortunately, the doors didn’t open for another half-hour. So, I was stuck in line trying my best to stay in control. I made it. After a trip to the men’s, we got in line to buy merch, I decided to get a T-shirt with a big blue dragonfly (which we later discovered to be some sort of robot/space ship) with tour dates on the back. Alex got an awesome (though over-priced) Keywork belt buckle
Trung was going to get a hot pink shir t(I forget what was on it). So, Alex got his buckle and Trung and I got our shirts. I put mine on over my shirt, little tight, but then that’s cause I was wearing two shirts. Trung put his on and it was too small. Now, my first thought was that it looks like he got a girls shirt because not only is it hot pink, but it also looks like it’s got that curved inward at the middle shape you sometimes see…on girls. Trung insisted it was just too small, so he exchanged it for a large. This too was too small. We decided that it was in fact a girl’s shirt. So he exchanged it again for a different style. Too small, exchanged for a large. Still too small; the tag has the word “girl” on it. Then he exchanged it for a large of a different shirt. Now, it was too big. So he got a medium and finally he was satisfied…Trung fails. The opening band (Fall of Troy) was okay. The music itself was good, but the lyrics were pretty much the singer screaming shit into the mic. Also, at one point the singer hawked a giant loogy, spit it up in the air and then caught it in his mouth…definitely could have gone without seeing that; at another point he started spitting into his hand and I was afraid he was going to throw it at the audience, but instead he just threw it on stage. Unfortunately, a mosh pit opened up right next to where we were standing, so I spent most of the first set with my right arm up for protection. The second band was good as well. The members all appeared to be in their late 30′s/early 40′s and they played a southernish rock (with much better vocals). [I just spaced out for about, oh, an hour] Again, a mosh pit broke out near us, which wasn’t really that fun. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the back curtain went up to reveal a little city (Jersey maybe?). At that moment, the audience on the floor turned to a can of sardines and remained so for the rest of the show; the one good thing was that it made it harder to fall over. But man, Coheed was fucking awesome, opened with “No World for Tomorrow” and played “Welcome Home” and “The Final Cut” as an encore.
Best parts: Claudio “shooting” us with his guitar, Claudio playing behind his head, Claudio playing with his tongue (I assume hi tongue, couldn’t really see), and the 5 minute (at least) drum solo during “The Final Cut.” SO…FUCKING…AWESOME!
The Running Free
It’s finally here! Tomorrow, my friends Alex, Trung, and I are going to see Coheed and Cambria at the Warfield in SF. It’s gonna be friggin awesome! Today, Trung printed out the lyrics for every song by the band, so that he could memorize them tonight. Hopefully we won’t get our asses kicked by some hardcore rockers. Oh yeah, this is also my first concert. Apparently tomorrow we’re going to get jacked up on sugar before we leave…for no apparent reason.
