It Girls.

I don't feel like any social networking site will allow me to rant about something so I've decided to do so here. The topic? It girls. Created to be looked up to and to empower the young teenage girl who is an aspiring anything. I love It-Girls, I do. Their stories give you that spark of hope to fulfill the dream of being what ever you want to be. Unfortunately, they don't empower me, they depress me. I'm sure that this feeling is fueled only by jealousy. My favorite It-Girls create a name for themselves by the time they are sixteen. I turn seventeen in two months and I have no idea where I'm going. Everybody loves the pretty little thing who is sweet and social but here I am on the other side of the spectrum pounding away at the keyboard, spilling out my emotions and spewing with anti-love slogans all over. I must be charming. Would it be foolish of me to think that I don't feel so "out there" because I lack certain freedoms? I feel couped up, I hate where I am, I hate who I'm identified as being with. I feel oppressed. This image I have already created for myself seems to be my downfall. It is as if I had a lot of potential to be that person everybody loved but I broke her. I put up walls around myself with this persona of what people thought I was, separating me from who I really am. Is this only a teenage state of mind? Will I get over this? Am I just tired? Does anyone even look at this blog?

The Midnight Beast

There's no doubt that Ke$ha's song Tik Tok has been stuck in all our heads at some point in the past few weeks so a parody was fucking inevitable. I don't think anyone could do as amazing a job as themidnightbeast. It even addresses how Ke$ha copies some Lady Gaga badassery and the song has you laughing the whole time. Plus, the song isn't hard on the ears so if you like it, they have a downloadable mp3 if you'd rather sing that all day long and get looks that ask, "What the fuck are you saying?"

No One Should Call You a Dreamer.

Animal Collective! Their music sends waves through your body, sending a note to every molecule. My eyes literally widened the first time I heard their incredible song, Are You Also Frightened? Looking up the lyrics on songmeanings.net, I couldn't help but notice what were obviously fans, arguing back and forth over the exact lyrics. As much as I'd love to sing along with this song, I feel just as delighted to listen to it. How lucky am I? The song is a good five to six minutes long, but you'll be happy to hear that, trust me. Oh, My Girls is quite the treat for the ears as well :)


HYPE MACHINE THAT SHIT. CLICK!

I wish it was Christmas today = WIN.

Video Recaps | Full Episodes | Webisodes

I love these three. When I first heard Julian Casablancas' cover on the song, I thought it was lame until I saw this. How dare I forget this original SNL skit?! It was his cover of the Saturday Night Live skit from years ago and I dissed it? Oh, when will I forgive myself? Well, enough rhetorical questions, this was epic. Oh, and I love The Roots too. Fallon is a lucky man.

MORE JULIAN CASABLANCAS GENIUS

Au Revoir Simone

Au Revoir Simone, thank you. You have gifted me with the best pep talk (or song?) ever. I've been painstakingly living the past few days of my life in agony. Only after listening to Only You Can Make You Happy for about two minutes and thirty-eight seconds did I finally hear the the words I was looking for, "Only you can make you happy." EPIPHANY, AT LAST! (Yes, I could have gained this much from just reading the title of the song, but I needed to hear it from the voice of an indie pop angel called Au Revoir Simone.)


AU REVOIR SIMONE ON THE HYPE MACHINE

Nostalgia.

A rush of summer's remnants is running through me right now. Beirut's song "Nantes" obviously feels the need to punish me (it "hurts so good," haha). A great song, I wish I had listened to it more during summer. Instead, I would just hear glimpses of it every now and then on someone's myspace. It was left unappreciated. I carry the hopes of redemption.

BEIRUT ON THE HYPE MACHINE

Neon Indian

I've listened to "Mind Drips" countless times for the past twenty-four hours. Neon Indian's music makes me wish I paid more attention in geometry class.

NEON INDIAN! HYPE MACHINE!

Mein kampf.

I couldn't stop laughing. Good joke, bad man.
Damn it, I just realized my last post was about a former foreign leader. THIS MUST STOP!

LMao

Split Reason t-shirt.
That's Mao, obviously.
Looking at this shirt reminded me of my childhood. More specifically a song that my cousin would sing. It went like so:
"Ching chong dow ungee. It ah mit ah dow ungee."
Childhood ignorance...

Persepolis.

Oh, Marjane Satrapi. You are genuine.

Conclusions.

Writing my essay for the Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass. Since I hate writing conclusions because they have to consist of my opinions and all sorts stupid bull, I wrote this:

"Douglass’s story was inspirational and was the push that helped end slavery. It was the underlying messages in his story that urged abolitionists to continue their cause of changing society and abolishing slavery. I hate conclusions. I never know what to write. I hate this. I had confidence in this essay until I saw my word count. It’s pathetic. I will fail this class. But that’s okay. I’m just in it for the learning experience. But I can’t even seem to get that down. My parents think my life is going down the hole. I beg to differ. They don’t think anything’s possible…"

Then I deleted it.

Away with summer.

I hate this heat. If only it'd be cold already. I'm probably the worst Californian ever. I condemn our summers for being too sunny and our winters for not giving me at least some mild frost bite. Lame. I need to learn how to become positive and see life with a better outlook. I'll get there.


image from fanpop. WAYNES WORLD :D

Favorite Vid

Conan O'Brien is my hero.

Spring Cleaning

Today's a good day. I cleaned my room and it's a rare occasion that my mom is making my favorite foods. She'll probably tell me my dad died or something later tonight because this is too good. I have no stress, I feel fine for once. The only downside is that I feel like an idiot right now. I was looking at my older posts and as I read them aloud, I realized how odd it sounded and concluded that it was probably due to my poor writing abilities. What happened? I used to be passionate and now I'm not, that's what happened. Oh, well. I think I'll go linger around outside. An hour's sunshine.

illustration by: Faris Badwan

OH!

I want to go to Coachella! The lineup is amazing. $285 for a three-day pass T_T
DAMNN. The Horrors will be there & much more but I don't want to list them because I should be in bed.

Harder, better, faster, stronger.

This is damn addicting. It's some good old Daft Punk fun. ;)
http://adjix.com/76jj

American Idiot.

My parents adore American Idol. I, personally, hate it with a purely romantic passion. It moves my show schedule around so I can't watch House and Bones. I was watching it earlier and it's as if only two of the damn judges are educated. Paula can't get a full sentence out of her mouth without tripping over letters if her life depended on it, and earlier when I had nothing to do but watch it with my parents, Randy had a George Bush moment. He said "gooder." Honestly, Randy Jackson? "Gooder?" I'll see you in hell.

L.A.

My mother and I went to Los Angeles today with my aunts. Could there have been anymore traffic? There were two car accidents within about a mile of eachother. Wtfuuhh? We finally got there & I actually got some shoes, shirt, jacket, and a dress. You're no clown, Chinatown. I didn't feel like going by the time we finished shopping. I was so damn tired. Good day.

First.

I've decided to make this page because I've always wanted to be a blogger. So I thought "Hey, I can just use the one I have on myspace, right?" Apparently not, seeing how myspace is far too distracting. With this, I feel committed.
I actually considered vlogging once; bad idea. Who the hell would want to see my stupid rants on youtube? I'd rather just type it out. I don't have the face for cameras... or life even. Hahaha.
I guess this blog's going to be about daily rants or thoughts.
My blog on myspace seems somewhat successful since I have a few readers everyweek. Ha. That's my idea of successful. Anyway, I'll try to go on every week or every other day...
Please read ;)