You can tell by the way I move my feet that I'm a genuine insurrectionary
Once again... I've found a new band to love. They're called Million Dead and they are depicted(?) in the title of this blog-entry. Can you dig it? Well... How can you
not dig it?
I don't like that my lil' bro has stopped roaming the streets of Korgen in the weekends at night... It leaves my with less time to keep the wheels of this windmill of a blog turning. Wow, that was corny. But when you feel like taking a stab at a metaphor, I always think that it's best to do it without putting too much thought into it... Because the outcome is very likely to be funny, or even hilarious.
At this point in life I've come to realize that I'm bored. It's nearly nothing that creates a spark of creativity any more. The guitar-playing has dug itself into a ditch, and I can't seem to progress. And that, aside from homework and TV, is the only thing I occupy myself with these days. The weird thing about this was how this boredom revealed itself to me: I was texting with my dad on my cellphone and I commented that I was bored. Then he sent a number of messages asking me (sort of indirectly) what the root of this boredom was. He seemed very concerned. And I was all "Pfft, there's nothing for him to be concerned about... is there?". Hit me like a bomb it did. And when I came home he called me (sort of indirectly again) depressed... and then he gave me a Snickers-bar. Don't get me wrong here. I'm far from depressed. I'm just bored. It's not like I want to sit down and cry... I just want changes. The roughing of up-things.
But if I end up getting depressed, I'll just think of a line from Pretty Girls Make Graves' - Speakers Push The Air : "Do you remember what the music meant?" And then I'll put my frown upside down, and blast Kings Of Leon - King Of The Rodeo through my stereo.
Let the good times roll, as the Kings say it!
OK. Rambling over.
I'll probably post one more post in an hour or so, but be sure to tune in next week to see if I've done something about this issue of mine.
Peace and Million Dead... I mean Love.
Later.
I AM THE PARTY!
