You Are Only Coming Through In Waves

So I finally bought the Beside You In Time and All That Could Of Been live Nine Inch Nails DVDs.

Yes. I'm slow at this. So sue me.

They're both pretty good.

Just let me say this: I would seriously sell my soul to see Nine Inch Nails in concert.

Haha. I just saw the video for Velvet Revolver's new song, She Builds Quick Machines.

Duff makes such a gay cowboy! Seriously, he looked like he had wondered off the set of Brokeback Mountain. I love it!!

Scott looked amazing. He reminded me of a girlish, heroin-addicted Clint Eastwood almost. I'd so tap that.

And what can be said of Slash that hasn't already been said a million times? I just wish my guitar solos set people on fire.

But even more important than pretty boys, the music was good. Nothing amazing, or even anything that stood out too much, but still good. But hey, that's kind of how all of Velvet Revolver's songs go.

The song didn't really excite me for the new album. If I didn't already like VR, She Builds Quick Machines wouldn't get me into the band. Hopefully the other songs will be better, because if not this new album is just going to be another Contraband.

Seriously. I can't believe that I used to think he was just the bee's knees. His old music is good. Fuck, even Antichrist Superstar was a great album. But then Golden Age of Grotesque came out and it's just gone down hill from there.

I saw his new music video, Heart-Shaped Glass. I have lost all respect I once had for this man. The song is poppy and filled with annoying guitar riffs. The lyrics sound like they were written by the guy from H.I.M. And the video, oh dear, don't get me started on the video. It's basically a soft-core porno. In it, he's fucking his 19-year-old girlfriend Evan Rachel Wood. If you ask me, he's just trying to make his ex-wife Dita Von Teese jealous. And the other new song I've heard, If I Was Your Vampire, is just as bad if not worse.

Now, I know Manson is going through a mid-life crisis here. I mean, hell he cheated on his absolutely GORGEOUS wife with a 19-year-old. He's fucking forty!! You know he's just using the poor girl. She's 19, she doesn't know any better. I don't let the musician's personal life get in the way of his music. But, eck, his music has gone so downhill with the rest of his life. Manson is a whiny motherfucker who has to blame everybody else for his own mistakes, and is taking advantage of some young girl. He knows exactly what he's doing.

So I'm thinking he's going to do one of three things in the near future:
1. Kill himself.
2. Do the Axl Rose thing and disappear for a few years, straighten things out a bit and then make a comeback.
3. Accidentally O.D. on drugs.

Yeah.

You can bet I am not buying the new album.

Well, I've finally had time to sit down and update this thing.

My last day of school was Friday and I've been crazy busy until today. Of course, all I've been crazy busy with is partying. But it's awesome.

What can I say except for that I love dex? On Friday I was higher on the stuff than I've ever been. My head kept flickering. I was a candle. It was awesome.

But...eh, that's all I have to say really. Not much else has been going on.

I suppose I'll post later.

I haven't updated this in a while.

I get off school on Friday.

So once summer comes around, I'll have plenty to talk about.

that a few bowls of really, really good weed straight from California and 15 Robitussin pills will really fuck you up.

I usually only take 10 pills and smoke a lot of okay weed.

But, man.
This stuff is the best I've ever had in my entire life.

But, uhm.
Yesterday I left the house at 1 PM and stayed out until 9 PM. And uh, all the things I remember certainly don't fill in that time frame. Especially after the dex kicked in. Christ, once the dex kicked in I was out of it. I have never taken that much. The few things I can remember after the dex kicked in feel like a vague dream.

Yeah.
I'm still sort of buzzing from it.

And now I'm waiting for my boyfriend to come over...

Oh my God. Last night I smoked the best weed I have EVER had in my entire life. It was amazing. My boyfriend and I split one bowl and we were blown. 
I took ten Robitussion cough gels before that, so once those kicked in I got pretty high. I still kind of have an afterglow.

I went to Hastings (before the dex kicked in) and because I had twenty bucks and I was high, I bought a Marilyn Manson concert DVD. When I went home and put it on the dex kicked in, and I got so absored into it. It was like I was in the DVD. But I don't remember any of it now...so....yeah.

And yeah!!

I entered a writing contest a while ago. Yesterday they sent me $100 and a certificate in the mail. I won first prize!

So.
That was pretty cool.

So me and my boyfriend are going to buy a 100-sack of weed. I'm putting in 50, he's putting in 50.

This is the first time my writing has ever supported my drug habit. :D

I listened to Mexican classic rock today!
Haha. Cool stuff.
Louise had his MP3 player with him, and he let me listen to it. He has the coolest music ever. Once he had me listen to some Mexican punk rock band. That was pretty cool.

Ya know, Louise is my favorite Mexican.
Iris is my second favorite Mexican.

But I still don't understand why they're not on my roof...

Happy 4/20!!!

I actually haven't smoked pot today, and I'm not going to.

I finished all mine on Monday and then got sick on Tuesday and have just started to feel better today so I never got around to getting more.

I was gonna go out and buy some tonight but then I took a morphine and I don't feel like it anymore.
I just feel like curling up and going to sleep.


Infact, that sounds really nice.
REALLY nice.
I'll go do that.

How come no good bands ever come to this God-forsaken shit hole?

Oh wait...
I think I just answered my question. o.O



Well, I missed school today and yesterday.
Instead of working on my six english projects (I fucking hate you Mrs. Dossett), I used the time constructively by sleeping, playing my guitar, and listening to Year Zero.

Tomorrow's 4/20. I'll be celebrating (as if I need an excuse to smoke pot...) with Liz and Jess. I think they're going to a party, but parties blow so I'm just gonna smoke with them and then go home when they decide to go.

But yeah.

That's all that's going on in my life.

So I just got the new Nine Inch Nails CD, Year Zero.

It's awesome. Totally worth the wait.
I don't really like the song My Violent Heart, but aside from that, all the songs are amazing.
Especially The Beginning Of The End and God Given.
In This Twilight is amazing, too, but I had already heard that song and knew that.

But if anybody out there doesn't have it yet, they must buy it! 
Trent Reznor is a genius.



And I'm still waiting for Jessica to send me those videos so I can post them up here...


Also, I'm getting sick AGAIN. Bleh...

...was very strange.

We found out Brett is the fragilest soul.

Ethan is a twitchy cave man who loves baked beans.

And it's absolutely, perfectly normal for a naked boy to sit on the couch of somebody else's house.
Really.
Why the hell didn't he have any clothes on?

If you people don't believe me, I will show you the videos once we get them uploaded.

Haha.
Our documentary, Adoration and The Dope Fiend, is going to kick ass.


Fuck.
I need to go finish off the rest of that pot.

My boyfriend broke up with me.



The girls are still asleep right now.
And I've already cried this morning. I made the mistake of listening to Something I Can Never Have.



I just want this all to go away.
I don't want to feel anything anymore.

 Silly kids and their girl drama.

Reminds me of why I don't hang out with people anymore.

But it really wasn't their fault this time. The person who did this was completely out of line and even I, who hates violence and fighting, think this girl needs to have her ass kicked into the pavement.

Well, I believe in karma.

And I take comfort in knowing that what goes around comes around and payback's a bitch.


EDIT:

Motherfucker. I chugged some cough syrup but my weak stomach rebelled and I threw it all up right when I finished. So it's probably all out of my system and I did it all for nothing. Which sucks. I was planning on tripping and finally starting on that story tonight.

Damn it.
I guess I'll know in a couple of hours.
If all else fails, I think I have another bottle at home. I just don't want the same thing to happen.
Fuck.

EDIT:
Okay, I take that back. I am feeling it, but just a bit.
I don't know. Whenever I take dex, I always throw up. But it's usually a couple hours later, when it first kicks in. I'll feel really sick to my stomach, throw up, still be high as a kite, and then feel just fine.
I've never thrown up right after I was done chugging it like that.
Okay.
Okay.
So if I'm not where I want to be by 11, I'm going to chug the stuff I have at home.
Okay.
I just hope I don't A) throw the shit up right after I'm done (I don't care if I vomit later) or B) get way, way, way fucked up.
Um.
Bye for now.

EDIT:
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I want to talk to Mick. But it's like 4:00 in the morning in Ireland. And he's probably passed out drunk anyways.
Fuuuuuuuck.
I want to talk to anybody. Dex does this to me. Shit, yeah I'm high. But not where I want to be. I'm chugging that other bottle once I get home.

Have you ever had one of those days?

Fuck.

I feel much better now, though.

If it weren't for music and livejournal I don't know where I'd be.

I can't wait until the Static X concert on Monday. I'm going to mosh out some long pent-up frustration.
I Want To Fucking Break it, indeed...

Hehe. Everybody in my art class hates me. Mrs. Burke has a CD player that she lets us listen to, and I'm always the only person to bring anything in. So far I've subjected the class to "torture" from the "shit" that is David Bowie,  Pink Floyd, Johnny Cash, Aerosmith, Alice Cooper, Queen, Izzy Stradlin and most recently (today actually): Bob Dylan. Man, they all loved him. But it's hilarious how the class fit all of those artists under "emo"...

I've been wanting to play some Nine Inch Nails (because, honestly, nothing gets me more into a creative mood than NIN) but Mrs. Burke is a crappy art teacher and they're too on the edge for her.



God, I hate most of the people I go to school with.

I'm going to be in a band that actually exists. *le gasp*

Well, it's not entirely official as of yet. I will play rhythm guitar, Dustin is going to be the singer, and this boy Jared will be the lead guitarist. If this actually happens (which it might not), we still need a bassist and drummer. And I think we should have a synth player, just because I want our music to be filled with annoying synth riffs that make you want to stick your head in a microwave. Because, let's face it, we're going to suck.

And our name is gonna be Iron Helm. Unless we come up with a different name.

I'm pretty good friends with Dustin, but I don't know Jared personally. I've seen him around the school and he kind of looks like Axl Rose (in other words, a very pretty boy). Long red hair = love.

And, if we do form a band, we are going to be the SUCK. I can barely play, I've never heard Dustin sing so I don't know how his voice is, and from what I've heard Jared spends more time getting stoned than actually playing guitar and thinks he's Kurt Cobain. Whoo!


OH! In english, we finished reading Romeo and Juliet so we're doing this huge project where we have to act out a scene (yeah, it sucks). Well, our acting troupe's name is Art Is Resistance. I made a kick-ass (alright, it actually sucks) Resistance flag for the group. Spread the word, kids. ART IS RESISTANCE!

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. --Ray Bradbury

Number 7 and 9 make me giggle the most.

What the hell happened yesterday?