not an awesome day

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yTo0OtQFwg

This is the Alvin Band. They are like Animal Collective except with Vampire Weekend doing all the “wooo”s in the background. So great! So great! I need to get one of their albums! So great!

TEEEMPLE PRESSUREEEEE

yeeahhh

So today started out great and then abruptly bellyflopped into terrortastic areas of ugh. I drove today, it was great, didn’t run into anything and parallel parked correctly. Is this truly the greatest test of teenagehood? Driving exams?

I look a mess at the moment, but today Bortglomt and I- our eyes met again, and I was the first to look away. Is it okay? Is it okay to be so darndedly in love? Is it okay to not care what anyone else thinks as long as he looks me straight in my eyes and send shivers up my spine?

god, I sound so lovelorn, but this is only a one-sided relationship and will not amount to anything, you know.

in case you haven’t guessed

oh, you don’t need to play with my heart; I wish you could just sing out what you feel ’bout me, if it was mean or loving or in between. Just tell me- the truth is better than anything else you could give me.

Well, that felt good. Listening currently to Rocks and Daggers by Noah and the Whale, this may be the song I make a music video to. I need to borrow myself a camera though, and soon- perhaps my Journalism/Broadcasting teacher will let me do so. Or maybe I’ll do it in Flash! (No.)

I’m all video-centric because of a few things: Firstly, Acquaintance Jake and Wil are doing a movie for their senior projects, and listening to them talk excitedly about it has sparked my interest. Secondly, I’ve been watching Blogotheque videos practically nonstop and I cannot get my mind off taping a band. A real band!

Also sort of confused (hence the opening paragraph) about that damn Bortglomt- I really think I’ve mired myself in a swamp with this one. He is everything I’d ever wanted, and dammit how long did it take to figure it out? A long friggin’ time! Plus he wears the most awesome clothes- a man with fashion sense. Yes, please. If only to compensate for my utter lack of matching ability.

But it is just irritating, not knowing and wondering and waiting.

I will keep waiting.

Woo-hoo-hoo!

For some reason, now that I’ve heard Sufjan Steven’s Illinoise, I keep wanting to be the last person clapping at events and maybe yell out a half-hearted “whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo” like a tiny owl.

But that’s a little random, let’s move on.

Been listening to Sigur Ros’s Hvart-Heim for the last couple days, man is it lovely. Jonsi’s voice kinda carries me off to Icelandic worlds of…of Iceland (okay adjective failing, I know), the music is so soft and soothing…man there is nothing to hate about this record.

Also forgot to rant a little about this: my mother is suscribed to the magazine Real Simple, and I (being a tad bit of a compulsive reader) read it every time it comes. The last page of every magazine has something lighthearted and apparently funny to the average American mother (but mostly lost on me). And oh god, it mentioned Kings Of Leon.

WHAT IS GOING ON. Caleb Followill, what have you done? I ASK FOR AN ANSWER. How did four semi-rednecks who played nice, but not verywell known indie stuff mutate into some uber-music guitarpimps who are known by suburban soccer moms? I AM PUZZLED. (if you don’t know why I’m so annoyed by this, see below rant re: KOL.)

Grr it just bugs the hell out of me. But somehow the advent of Death Cab For Cutie (who I loved at age eleven and got a little tired of just as Narrow Stairs came out) does not bother me- maybe because it got some airtime, then quietly decended into obscurity again. I still like those guys, I just bought the album Transatlanticism and am relieved that I still know the lyrics to all of the songs.  Yay Ben Gibbard! He has some pretty intimidating ‘chops, though:

Seriously I think those things might be sentient. Watch out for the new music star: BEN GIBBARD’S CHOPS! (though MAN that’d be a little weird, singing chops…what would they sound like? It’d depend on what shampoo he used on them.)

Alright!  My “indie ranting” quota has been fufilled! I am free to rant about other stuff!

Like my dog Cassie, who is small and vaguely Black Lab-ish, but isn’t. She’s very very cute and wakes me up at ungodly hours of the morning by standing on my boobs and licking my face until I sputter and shove her off. She then proceeds to saunter off to my little sister’s room and give her the same treatment. Gotta love ‘er!

Alright gonna play tennis, ciao.