Napalm Riot

I can't believe it took me sixty bucks to fill up my car this morning. That's ridiculous. Alright, time to come up with some brilliant plan to stop being the fat oil cats' bitches and have them kiss my ass for a change. Okay, I can't come up with anything at the moment. damn, I have to start work now.

I woke up this morning feeling really old and the thought is still bothersome. It marks with reason that your taste grows dull and bland as it may be you continue to feed. Surety lies in the fact that you can’t stop. Stop to feel that nothing and in that nothing something. Something from nothing. I want the days of uncertainty again, the kind that breeds endless time.

I have a new driving song that I like to put on full blast while pretending that I’m in a car chase passing up other drivers. It’s by A Place to Bury Strangers, Fix the Gash In your Head. It has the style that NIN is missing of late and the kind of sound that NIN should revert back to; it’s very reminiscent of such great oldies as Deep and the Perfect Drug. I couldn’t find the lyrics online to quote here, so I’ll have to share it by singing my mixed up incomplete version cause I just feel like singing it right now:

"I want to beat you up, I won’t care, I won’t feel sorry. I want to take you down, _____ feel my sorrow. And every time we meet, I go down, I’ll just have to wait til you turn around---to kick your head in."

I read some commentary somewhere from one of their youtube videos that they’ll be opening for NIN when they tour again. That would be neat if it isn’t all hearsay.

Me: i can't stop eating lately. even right now, after finishing my entire lunch entree of kungpao chicken i'm still sitting here contemplating going down to the vending machine and getting something...although i'm not sure what. and even last night i ate five whole oranges before going to bed. five! you know how many that is? five! i should start a blog again so i won't have to bother you with these little mind trinkets.

Fluffy: Five oranges? Right before going to bed? No wonder you had time to email me at 7AM this morning, you woke up with diarrhoea. :\ Speaking of blogging though, I know of this one site that would probably work pretty well as a blogging platform.

Me: Grosss, fyi I'm always awake at 7am. You mention this great site, but didn't link me to it.

Fluffy: Yes, but I doubt you're always awake a 7am at the office emailing me. Did you eat a mango leaf this morning at least?

Anyway, the great site I was talking about is ... nr. dork.

Me: *chagrin*

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've gotta go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you want to work in Debenham's, 'cause that's what they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor

And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you wanna be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While you're cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt

Hey you've been used
Are you calm? Settle down
Write a song, I'll sing along
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've gotta go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you wanna work in C&A, 'cause that's what they expect
Move to Lingerie and take a feel off Joe the Storeman

Tell Veronica the secret of the boy you never kissed
She's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
'Cause you can't afford a blazer girl you're always wearing clogs

At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Head of English gets you, asks you, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
"Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside."
You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right

Hey you've been used
Write a song, I'll sing along
Are you calm? Settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again

And you're cool and you know
You're a star, you're going far
Think of me as a friend
Not just the boy who played guitar
You're on top of the world again.~belle & sebastian

Homeland security is going a bit too far i think when they have to confiscate and seize my shipment of "wearing apparel" from Hong Kong. I get home today to find a letter from the Department of the Treasury United States Customs Service stating that the package of clothes I ordered from yesstyle.com has been seized and forfeited by the US Customs and Border Protection branch because my shipment was delivered without a formal invoice attached. What screwed up bureaucratic system have we developed here, where red-tape is placed on harmless skirts and dresses? Obviously they know what the package contains since they specifically note "wearing apparel." ohhh, package from foreign country equals paranoia and crazy american big brother power trip. Screw you, I want my skirts.

So to get my shipment delivered and out of customs, I'm supposed to mail their wackjob notice back with an invoice within thirty days otherwise they'll re-ship it back to Hong Kong and I'll have to wait another lengthy period to get what I bought which should've been delivered today instead of greetings from paranoia central. Great. One new headache I did not need this week.

So one day I was listening to "Wordless Chorus" by My Morning Jacket and the tune just inspired this adventure tale that I just posted in My Fan Fiction. But when reading it, one should imagine the atmosphere found in the Legend of Zelda game, Twilight Princess. I haven't really played the game; the only instance I've encountered it is when my older brother would pull me over and say "hey, you should watch me play this." Or "hey, come see this scene." And most fun of all is when he would bring over his laptop, put it in front of me, ignoring anything I'm doing at the moment, and say, "here, watch this video montage of the scenes from Twilight Princess put to different dramatic soundtracks." I must admit, visually I like the game. But definitely, I suggest listening to "Wordless Chorus" before reading. The playful sounds just creates a humorous undertone that is a great juxtaposition to the serious adventure magical genre.

I'll post chapter two soon.

I'm having difficulties coming up with a topic to write about, but I thought I would christen my page with a few words anyways since I'm already logged on...even if the words revolve around the fact that I can't come up with any words to write, it should be a good introductory piece, since it's sort of reflective of my place in site. I'm told I don't need to be a gamer nor a computer saavy techy person to mingle, but we'll see how I'll get along.

And as an aside, the two games currently on my main page, Moist and Thrust, came highly recommended by fluffy. Thank you fluffy for the recommendation.