I hope you perish

I don't like crazy/stupid women.

This applies to mostly crazy girlfriends.  Particularly crazy girlfriends that like to break into your apartment at 4:30 in the morning (not my crazy [non-existent?] girlfriend, mind you).  Generally, this kind of person is really not suitable to live with.  I had a crazy girlfriend once.  Thankfully she didn't drive though, so she really couldn't come over to my house.  This was a while ago.  Boy it sucks having to deal with someone who is legitimately batshit insane though.  I remember in particular, she used to do this thing where we would be in the mall, and we would both see a girl, and she would inevitably ask "what do you think of her?"  At this point, I had two options.  Option one included saying "no, you're way better looking and she's just GROSS," regardless of what she looked like.  This could go one of two ways (as it usually does with crazy girlfriends, and mostly unpredictably).  Either she would appreciate it (rare) or she would get wholly offended by it, especially if she thought she was uglier than said girl.  Then I would get called a judgemental raging cockmongler (or something similar, and less literate because she was kind of a retard).  The flip side was almost invariably worse though.  If I did answer affirmatively, on an extremely rare occasion, she would agree.  But, more than likely, this would spur "OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU ARE A RAGING CHEATING ASSHOLE I HOPE YOU PERISH."  That was a fun little paradox to play with.

One of my friends though has a crazy girlfriend too.  She actually kicked him out of their house on Saturday night.  And then he left to come to my apartment to crash, at which point she decided to show up at my apartment, at 4:30 am, to kick him out of MY apartment.  Crazy shit.

I think it's fitting that my 50th post was a dumb, irrelevant post about silly ex girlfriends.  

xoxo

Joe

Update:  Oh how ironic my life is.  She got arrested last night for criminal mischief hahahahahahahahah.   I love me some me.  

Just a bit of news

I'm writing a full length album.  It will be hopefully recorded sometime early next year at the latest.  Supporting cast: TBA.  More details to come.  I'm going to start documenting some of the songwriting process when I get a little more solidified.  

xoxo

Joe

It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds

Lately, it seems life has tried to cast a very dark cloud over our lives.  Not necessarily mine, although a recent trip home seemingly worked hard to stamp out any last smoldering ash of optimism in my life, but over everyone.  It's miserably cliche to recite the laundry list of shit going on in the world right now, but it seems like the world is coming apart at the seams.  

Personally, I had to put my dog to sleep after he developed some weird neurocies.  I came home to find out that not only was our house for sale, but that my parents were short selling it to pay back various debts.  We were served with court papers twice in the same week for various shit dealing with the house (almost entirely due to this miserable recession).  And, to top it all off...MY DAD HAS A FUCKING FACEBOOK.  WHO DECIDED TO KILL FUN ON THE INTERNET FOR ME?  SHEESH LIFE IS SO HARD!

In general, it just seems like everyone is losing their minds.  People are worried about getting married at 20 and everyone seems to be running around like they are in the ocean covered in chum.  Everyone is staying in on Friday and Saturday nights to study and worry about what's coming after college.  Everyone seems to be panicking like college is going to be the most make or break part of their life; like whoever they are currently dating has to fit into the mold of a perfect partner because oh my god that is the ONE and god fucking forbid a relationship fails ever.  Everyone is freaking out like it's the end of the world, and to be honest, I'm not exactly the most collected person either.  

But the more and more I think about it, the more I know that in the end, we'll all be okay.  We're going to make it through the shit, just like everyone made it through before.  Maybe it will be a bit of a humbling lesson to everyone.  And hopefully, more than anything, it will be a lesson that there are much worse things in the world then having to kill a dead end relationship, or getting a C in some class from a third tier state university.  

And in the end, we'll all be okay.

Neglecting this like a first born

So it's been a while. I don't have anything in particular interesting to say. I'm eating cold pizza and sitting with my cat, enjoying the last 45 minutes before I have to drive back to Brolando and go to work at 5:45. I spent this past weekend at Harvest of Hope, which was pretty great suffice it to say. There is nothing like waking up drunk at 8 am, to fall out of your tent face first into a pile of dirt. Mmmm. Tastes like fucking victory.

Anyway, I've begun to realize something about going to shows. Maybe it's the fact that I'm slowly getting older, but I'm finding out that more and more, I hate some of the people who still go to shows of my favorite bands. Take Against Me! for example. They use to be this tiny little band that everyone thought sucked, until they put out a popular album, at which point everyone exceptionlessly thought that "the old stuff was better". Nevermind the fact that when Reinventing Axl Rose was released in 2000-whatever, everyone thought it sucked harder than a coked out hooker. Now they have good production and shit, maaaaaan. Gotta hate them. They sold out because, somewhere, between the ages of 17 and 30, they changed their mind. They decided that, as valiant of a fucking effort as it was, they couldn't deal with trying to play shows for free and what not. And who could fucking blame them? If you could make a living doing what you love over what you're forced to accept as a suitable alternative, you'd be crazy not to do it. It's not selling out people; it's growing up.

Needless to say, I just hate hearing people vehemently trash a band's music while they are sitting right there watching them. I feel like if you can't at least put aside your personal gripes for the songs they are playing, then don't watch them right up at the front. Go towards the back, drink your hipster beer, and talk to your friends about the good old days when x-band didn't suck. Different strokes for different folks, and I understand that, but don't ruin other people's good time just because you aren't having a good time. Then no one wins. I don't like to hear whining about music I'm enjoying while I'm enjoying it, just as much you wouldn't want me up there, standing with my arms crossed and bitching about how I hate the old stuff.

I'm only 20, but I swear I was in crowds with 10 year olds this whole weekend. Bitchy, whiney 10 year olds who can't cope with the fact that SOME bands get bored of playing songs that they have played for upwards of 10 years now.

I know this wasn't exactly the most positive, upbeat entry or anything, but it's something I had to get out there. And...get excited for more posts from now on. At least over spring break.

xoxo

Joe