Eyeball Records/A Musical History of Me.

I used to like My Chemical Romance. A lot. Yes, a really embarrassing period in my life, but I did. Anyways, their first album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, was released on an indie label from Jersey, Eyeball Records. The CD, when I bought it, came with a promotional CD with singles from other bands on the label.

Now, Eyeball Records has put out some quality acts. Haha, what a funny lie, you might say, but I still listen to those songs on that promo CD. I also went on to buy some of the artists’ CDs.
The track listing:
“Weather Machine” by Signal To Noise,
“Act 7 Scene 8″ by Going Home,
“Satellite” by Kiss Kiss,
“Like a Cat” by The Number 12 Looks Like You,
“Numbers” by Pompeii,
“Take What’s Mine” by Baumer,
and “Different” by New London Fire.
Each of these songs affected me in some way.
Weather Machine was always just a plain song, with a good deal of drive.

Act 7 Scene 8 was the pop punk fun song that made me feel better, in a deeply cheap sort of way.

Then there was Satellite. Satellite was a darling to me. I loved it. It was a gypsy cabaret with violin HOT MESS! And then there was Josh Benash’s vocals, which I absolutely loved. The harmonies in the chorus made me ache for something more. I ended up buying the whole album, Reality vs. the Optimist.

Like a Cat was my intro to ‘mathcore.’ With fierce guttural screams, and some jazzy backgrounds, it was always intriguing to me.

Numbers was another song that I absolutely loved. It was ambient emotion at its best. I loved, LOVE it. It was sad in a way, but very relaxing. It’s a beautiful song. I also ended up buying their album, Assembly.

Take What’s Mine and Different were my intro to electronic-based music. I adored both of them, especially Different. Different was so wanting, it was reaching out for more. I loved it.

I love that promo CD. From My Chemical Romance, and the bands on that CD, I branched out, and eventually, I got to the music that I listen to today. However, I still love all the songs and bands on that promo CD. ¡Viva la Eyeball Records!

Eyeball Records’ website.

The Older I Get.

The older I get, the more like my mother I become. When I was a little kiddie, I scoffed at the idea. I was disgusted. But then, subconsiously, as I’ve been getting older, I feel more and more like my mom. My mum is a disagreaable person, and I’ve gradually become that way. She doesn’t really like being around people, with the exception of a few of her friends, and I’m the same way. She’s an unorganized artist, and I’ve started becoming one, too.

My Father Is an Orthorexic/Storytime With Iris!

My dad is not fat at all. He exercises three times a week and is not fat. AT ALL.
Recently he went to the doctor. My dad had a blood test done. He had just eaten breakfast, so his triglyceride levels were extremely, extremely high. However, this was only because he ate. He even told me this.
For some reason, this stat mutilated in his head. He somehow started thinking he was crazily unhealthy. He has been restricting his eating. He is obsessed with health.
On Sunday, he bought these whole grain flatbreads. He put many leaves of lettuce in there, then about two chunks of chicken breast, and ate it.
Now, this sounds nice, but imagine your dad was always somebody who liked to eat richly. He never ate too much, but it was always good tasting food.
Now he’s snubbing foods, snubbing all meats except for fish and chicken, and is even controlling my eating.
It’s weird. It’s like having some stranger woman in my house. It’s not a tragedy, because it’s good to eat healthily, but it’s not like anyone in our family was fat. We all ate our vegetables and fruits liberally. It was just a daily cookie or whatever, was the only thing we did wrong.
Now my dad’s an orthorexic and obsesses, all the time, vocally, about his food intake. He manages what I eat. He’s completely alienated me.
And really? It’s making me want to just eat badly to piss him off. Just because teenage rebellion is what I do subconsciously, I now don’t want to eat vegetables. Whereas before, they were amongst my favorite things to eat.
Wow, good job, dad.
He also told me to quit being fashionable.

WTF is Just FTW Backwards, You Know…

(all via engrishfunny)

That's what my mum looks like in the morning!

You'll always be a fat girl, so be nihilistic and just eat the damn burger.

Fuck vegetables. Meat ftw!

Yeah! Fuck the market!

Yeah, why can't you lower the certain price of these goods?

The Rest of the Summer Was Good.

Another story by me. Well, the intro, at least.

Summer, like the youth we are, makes us hazy. The way the sun hits, it affects us to be hip and avant-garde. Of course, this is only hip in the way everybody else is. So what if this doesn’t all mean anything? It’s all about the postmodern flounce of a cardigan or a jacket. It’s all about the faux worn feeling of leather sandals. The collective vision of things done before, well, their stench of tiredness is draped over us just right, in the season-acceptable style.

It’s the nighttime visions of metaphorical skeletons of people, draped over chairs, talking about what to do next, what they did before. It’s never about the moment. It’s never about, how can we enjoy today. It’s about how we can wait for tomorrow or lament yesterday.

Today, we’re already dressed up, so I guess there is only the wait until tomorrow. Whatever happens, it doesn’t matter, because our clothes are so hip people already misunderstand us. What difference will it make if our message is warped a little more?

I lament the days when we don’t find some ‘vintage gem’ to wear.

The basement is my friend Elisa’s. A torrent of soda pop fizz stings my nose in the red plastic Solo brand cup, as I’m the first to pour out of the two-liter bottle. The glasses everyone has, if they have them, are thick rimmed and large. The cardigans and sweaters are baggy. The jeans are skinny. We are the modern skeletons of what was supposed to be vigorous youth.

Me and him make eye contact. This is a cue to find the laundry room in the house and sit down.

Picture Image.

Dr. Manhattan

They are a band on Vagrant Records. They’re from good old Illi-noise. I can’t exactly tell you why I like them; I don’t really know. They have the synths and the energy. They’re just plain catchy, I guess.

I’m not very good at classifying music. I like what I like, but I can’t put it into words. Words and music are two different categories. They’re non-mixable. But hey, maybe that’s just from the P.O.V. of a classical pianist.

Dr. Manhattan's S/T.

The band.

Find happiness here.

Things That I Like/Dislike.

Things that I like:

1. Talking to people about my quarterlife crisis. I don’t know what’s bothering me, but something is.

Things that I dislike:

1. Intolerant people. This kid was talking about how he slapped a gay guy and the guy that got slapped had an asthma attack. The attacker had a good laugh. Oh my gosh.

In Past Years: An FML Parody on My Life.

Today, I used to know this boy. Let’s call him Chester. Sorry if that’s your real name, though, Chester. I met him briefly in fourth grade, though I didn’t think about him until 6th grade, when we went to the same middle school. I liked him quite a bit. He shaped the definition of cool, or so I thought. He had the looks. He always seemed kind of individualistic. In 8th grade, I wrote these stories that had some anti-drug and smoking themes, along with just some philosophy. He read them and told me that they actually changed his life. Chester told me that he liked me. He was actually the first person to say so. Woo hoo. This all changed my life, in turn, because I had changed somebody’s life. I was acceptable.

And me, well, in reality, I was stupid to believe I had made some impression on his life, merely because I wanted to. He now smokes. FML

My Recent Obsessions.

I’ve been obsessed with four albums lately.

1. Digital Ash in a Digital Urn by Bright Eyes. I got this album a while ago from the library, and back then, I got really freaked out about it, how Conor Oberst’s voice sounded, and all that white noise. But I really started loving it, and I don’t know why. My friend got this from her boyfriend for Christmas and they broke up. I’m guessing she wants to get rid of it, because she gave it to me, or because of that whole breakup pain thing. It’s great. I don’t even know what that breakup drama is all about.

2. Bring on the Comets by VHS or Beta. It’s so catchy!

3. Neon Bible by Arcade Fire. I found this album today at Half-Price Bookstore. I was excited.  No Cars Go is epic.

4. Fantasy Black Channel by Late of the Pier. It’s so great. It’s this crazy off the wall stuff. I have to say that Samuel Eastgate’s vocals are amazing, although I don’t think he’s good live? I’m not very sure, but that’s my impression. And, embarrassing reference, but his voice is very reminiscent of Panic at the Disco’s Brendon Urie. At any rate, please listen to Bathroom Gurgle. It’s ridiculous.

Digital Ash in a Digital Urn.

Bring on the Comets.

Neon Bible.

Fantasy Black Channel.