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| 01:26am 28/04/2005 |
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| 07:54pm 12/04/2005 |
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It looks like someone went and broke the Runts. We're not a band any more.
GOD DAMMIT. |
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| TXL OWNS |
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| 09:09pm 11/04/2005 |
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<a href="http://www.teamlighthouse.tk" target="_blank">
<img src="http://www.geocities.com/team_lighthouse_owns/banner.gif">
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Copy and paste that code to add a linked up banner to your webpage!! |
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| 12:46am 01/04/2005 |
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FUCK.
It looks like Mitch Hedberg died. This is not an April Fool's joke, at least not on my part.
FUCK.
R.I.P., Mitch. You'll be juggling chainsaws and eating swiss cheese with the man upstairs. |
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| 05:24pm 19/03/2005 |
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Never mind about the Warped thing. I got it all figgered out. I might very well go to Warped twice this summer (once in Indy and once in Milwaukee, but we'll see). |
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| 04:19am 19/03/2005 |
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mood:  annoyed music: "Problematic" by ALL
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Back from Arizona, pressing news:
Warped Tour in Indy is going to suck ass. Billy Talent, The Explosion, The Unseen, Tsunami Bomb, and Strike Anywhere will ALL be absent. No fucking way. HOWEVER, all those bands are playing the show in Columbus, OH, which also happens to be the first show of the tour. And all those bands are going to be on the same stage, so I'm just going to plant my ass at Maurice all day.
COLUMBUS IS ONLY 4 HOURS AWAY!! WHO THE FUCK IS GOING WITH ME?!
... And by that, I mean, "Who the fuck is going to drive me there?"
>:(-Crispy, the boy with no vagina-): |
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| 12:38am 10/03/2005 |
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mood:  sleepy music: "Post-War Breakout" by Anti-Flag
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One last update before I go to Arizona for Spring-ass Break?
Ian is back. Hooray!
My hair is bleached-blond, REALLY blond, but I sort of want to die it lime-ass green before I go to Arizona... I dunno, maybe after I get back. I want to grow it out so you can see the roots, and then maybe cut it a bit.
I need to quit eating food and start being skinny.
I got a bunch of new clothes. That makes me happy. A new wardrobe for meee.
I just realized this entire entry has shaped up to make me sound quite gay. Very gay indeed.
I got annoyed, so I completely redid the Runts' website. Tell me what you think please.
I'm out. See you in a week and a half, bitches!
>:(-Crispy still hates Matthew Hale, dammit-):<
Let's make all those crazy Arizonans rekkinize Crispy ain't fuck' around, son! |
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| 02:12am 27/02/2005 |
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"I'm gonna eat you like CHINESE FOOD."
Today at 4, I got a call from Jay asking me if I could do a radio show. So I called up my trusty sidekick Matt-boy and we sprung into punk rockin' action and took over WFHB with Green Day, Sixer, Flashlight Brown, and the like, with the help of Katie doing talkie. We rocked it, went back to my house, and ate some food. After that, we headed back to the radio station and hung out with the loads of people who were there and listened to the Teen News Network show thing. I'm impressed. We grabbed Bethy and headed over to Sarah's house to get her and Monica, and ended up watching a video of a woman queefing on a candle until it blew out. I have been scarred for life.
We then headed to Wilkie Quad for a hip hop show. THAT'S RIGHT, Crispy went to a fucking hip hop show. It was fun, too. We walked in to find a rap battle in session. It was cool, too. A few of the dudes were kind of shitty, but the outcome involved one finalist, a guy, accusing the other, a lesbian, of turning the battle into the Vagina Monologues. We went back to the station to pick up Dave. You know, the 30-pushing sound guy from Rhino's. He came back with us to Wilkie, where Brother Ali, big white Minnesotan of Rhymesayers fame, had begun his set. He's toured with Atmosphere, of whom I'm sure you've heard. I wasn't too into it at first, thinking it was sort of boring, but it got a lot better after a while. At the show, I saw a kid who graduated from North last year, trying to be all cool and failing miserably; Makiu; and the guitarist from Johnny Fallout and the Radiation (not Josh, the other one). How weird.
By the way, if you're into that kinda thing, ATMO-FUCKING-SPHERE is playing at Rhino's on Thursday. It's $15, but it'll be worth it.
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| 09:27pm 31/01/2005 |
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mood:  DONE music: "Pictures In The Mirror" by The Living End
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Everything is smoothed out in the way of Alyssa, who was the only person I had problems with in the first place. We talked. It's none of your business any more.
Everything else is bullshit, and you can take it up with Alyssa or Matt. If anyone gets in some sort of trouble, it's not because of me, got it?
Anyway, if this has inadvertently turned into a war between alkies and straight edgers, here is all I have to say. All you fuckers on both "sides" know where I stand on this. I'm friends with people who drink, but I'm not magnificent bestest buddies with them. My best friends are ones I can be around whether or not it's the weekend or the weekday. I'm not going to be going to any of your parties, which are, in my opinion, completely stupid. However, if your opinion is that drinking is an acceptable thing, I accept that. And if you want to go to parties, whatever. But you know I'm not going to be hanging out with you much. If that's "wrong", you're just a fucking dick.
I am at peace with you all. If you still want to kill me or whatever, perhaps my buddies with sluggers and smilies can change your mind ;).
>:(-Crispy always does the right thing, don't he?-): |
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| 03:21pm 31/01/2005 |
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This is so fucking retarded. Here's what's going down.
Matt emailed Alyssa's mom and attached some pictures of her doing some things she probably shouldn't have been doing. Yeah. Matt did it. Despite all your stupid rumors, I didn't email her mom, I didn't tell Matt to... I wasn't even standing there with him when he did it. I had nothing to do with Matt's decision. And according to all you losers, I didn't have any place to tell him what to do. Because friends aren't supposed to influence other friends' decisions, right? Quit getting on my back about this. No one is going to get in trouble but Alyssa. And Matt only emailed her mom because he was concerned.
Why was he concerned? I mean, it wasn't a big deal, right? She was just having fun, right? Well if she was just having fun, she shouldn't have presented this to Matt like it was a big fucking deal. What's he supposed to think when Alyssa is treating this like it's some kind of government cover-up? Before you jump to conclusions, I'd give Matt the benefit of the doubt, because before your ass was on the line, you probably considered him a really good friend. For some reason everyone just assumed Matt was out to destroy everyone's life.
Fuck off.
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| A public rebuke |
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| 10:55pm 28/01/2005 |
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mood:  sweet content music: "You Lied" by Green Day
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Dearest Alyssa, whose integrity I seem to have gravely miscalculated,
To refer to irrelevant instances is not to strengthen your stance when defending your case. Your accusations are by no means based in any fact so you have no supporting evidence, and furthermore you made no attempts to dispel my own allegations, therefore your entire response to my nay saying was futile. But if I may try to make some sense of it and reply:
Your decision to illegally consume beverages consisting of a mixture of lemonade and beer, inelegant to say the least, was certainly not what aggravated me, however disappointed I was to discover how readily you were willing to sacrifice your morals and good taste as a means of impressing your peers. Nor was I so provoked by the fact that you would later dishonor the names of said peers, as a means of keeping my good expectations in check. But I was simply appalled at your struggling bid to betray my trust. To trick me into standing behind that which I have never supported by disguising it as a worthy cause. To crouch, obscured by a wall of dissimulation, so as to eschew from the inevitable encounter with the doomsayer, because you know he comes to you as a voice of reason.
Allow me to allude to an instance involving Matt, of which you surely are convinced is similar in its composition. In all his honesty and loyalty to his confidant, Matt approached me and described to me an ordeal in which he indulged in the apples to which I am so opposed. As a true friend, he discussed with me this ordeal, bearing in mind that his words may hurt me, and asking for my forgiveness. Of course, I accepted his apology and thought no more of it. I congratulate you on a marvelous effort to try to evade your own consequences by shedding light upon someone else’s wrongdoings, of which I was already aware.
Another thing that worries me about your new corrosive and dishonest habits is your incessant attempt to tarnish Matt’s name in order to bring attention upon yourself. Privy to the honest truth, I will not be extending my sympathy.
In conclusion, your pursuit of acceptance in the way of slander, deception, and ultimately self-destruction, is not as I would have expected from you several weeks ago. But now my eyes are open and I am seeing new things that have changed my mind about your personality. I am led to wonder if I ever knew you at all.
Always, your adoring fan,
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| 01:21am 26/01/2005 |
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I just got bored and decided to post.
How many people who read this journal play an instrument? Comment and say whatcha play and for how long!
>:(-Crispy is a Fire Engine-): |
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| 12:50am 19/01/2005 |
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mood: go to sleep music: "False Shephard" by The Bradleys
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Dude! The Runts played at Uncle Fester's last night, and we kicked balls! We got some money and free drinks! But they were soft drinks. But it still kicked ass. Awesome time. After the show, I watched some of the next band's set (Johnny Fallout and the Radiation; they kick ass). Then I left and went to sleep. Well, the nect day I found out that Ian had been in a pit while Applecore was playing their last song, and he fell on some broken glass! He got all gashed up and bloody! Ewww!! Dave from the Nicotones drove him to the hospital and stayed with him until his parents could get there. If you like icky pictures, you will love this.
I guess that's about right. |
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| 12:49pm 16/01/2005 |
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mood:  weirded out music: "In The End" by The Living End
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Some weird shit is going down, and I wish I could get to the bottom of it.
On another note, I recieved this email the other night:
Hello,
I'm in a 6 piece Hard Rock Alternative band from St. Louis, Missouri called Blame Gary. We are a mix of Saves the Day, At the Drive-in, Coheed and Cambria, Taking Back Sunday, Finch and any music from the 80's. We are looking for help with booking a summer tour. We are an extremely hard working band. We will show up to every date as early as possible to promote the show by handing out flyers and by networking with other people. The only thing we are looking for is gas money, anything more is just bonus.
If you could help us out with a show around these dates and locations (Nothing has to be exact) then we would be truly greatful. We will repay you by promoting your band, venue, company, swapping shows or any other means we can.
Below is an online presskit. All of this information can also be found at our website www.blamegary.com.
... to which I replied:
Dear Automated Message:
A) You should find out what a band sounds like before you send messages to them asking them to hook up shows. We are a punk band and no one would like your music at our shows.
B) Book your own fucking shows instead of asking other bands to do it for you. Hard-working my ass.
C) Bad Religion, Madonna, and the New York Philharmonic all released music in the 80's, and you don't sound a thing like any one of them, you fucking joke band.
>:(-CRISPY-):<
http://www.blamegarysucks.com
I thought it was funny. |
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| Every O'Clock Is No Pants O'Clock |
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| 01:14am 09/01/2005 |
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music: "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica (played x103 in the car)
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MATT came up with "no pants o'clock". Quit saying it.
Dry Ice played in Franklin, IN at Club Logos today. It's a freakin' cool place. It's upstairs, and it's got a big stage, a nice glass-door cooler with several dozen bottles of water for the bands, strobe lights, at least 4 fog machines, a good sound system and a real-ass sound booth, an area with tables with stools that are schway cool, another hang-out-ish area with concessions featuring JONES soda, 2 TVs with Xbox and PS2, a Space Jam pinball machine, 2 pool tables, an air hockey table, a Grinch thing that sings and moves, and a wall-of-fame type thing with photos of all the bands that have played there. The only things were that it's so big, it feels like even though there were 66 people there, it felt like there was barely anyone; the crowd sorta sucked and they weren't into us much (not that we didn't play well); we couldn't curse while we were talking to the audience; we couldn't hear the drums as well as we wished we could; we had a few fuck-ups; and we only got $22, which is less than half of what we would have gotten at a show at Rhino's with the same turnout and the same number of bands, even though the cover charge at Rhino's is $2 less than at Logos. BUT, for $10, they're sending us a DVD of our live set, with which we can do what we please. We'll be back, and maybe we'll bring more people (only Alyssa and Jerrica showed up, and they came right at the end of our set).
That's about it.
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| 01:51pm 04/01/2005 |
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This song is called "Quit". It's by a band called Dry Ice. Tell me what you fucking think.
You ask me questions I've been holding in my mind
I repeat back what I have been told
When I was younger, I was so blind
Now I can see that I am too old
Procrastination, trepidation
Causing my sleep deprivation
Standard evaluation of wit
I'm on a mission of repetition
Equations and definitions
Just give up my ambitions and... GO!
Failure is free, freedom isn't cheap
I am feeling uninspired
In this new place, I'm trying my best to count some sheep
But I'm too tired
Procrastination, trepidation
Causing my sleep deprivation
Standard evaluation of wit
I'm on a mission of repetition
Equations and definitions
Just give up my ambitions and... GO!
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QUIT! |
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music: "Untitled Glue-Sniffing Not-So-Serious Love Song"
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I don't know what to call this song but I just wrote it... The lyrics anyway. You people should help me name it.
My girl’s the cutest girl to make a model plane
Her eyes are often itchy and she’s sort of scatterbrained
She smells like Victoria’s Secret mixed with ethyl acetate
But she’s constantly all over me in an intoxicated state
Sometimes it’s hard for me to know what’s in her head
Besides the shit that she puts up her nose
Sometimes it’s hard for her to breathe when we make out
Because her nostrils are sealed closed
Maybe she sniffs too much glue for me
She doesn’t understand why I can’t see
I should know when enough is enough
I may be blind but at least I can smell stuff
My girl’s the hottest girl and she’s always stuck on me
Maybe I’m her type or maybe her hands are sticky
When she passes out I know it’s time to get some rest
She’s constantly acting giddy or strung out and depressed
Sometimes she tells me that when she gets out of here
She’ll make a living fixing furniture
Sometimes I kinda got to worry about my dear
When I witness one of those crazy seizures
Maybe she sniffs too much glue for me
She doesn’t understand why I can’t see
I should know when enough is enough
I may be blind but at least I can smell stuff |
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