"I'm not your lover, I'm not your friend, I am something that you'll never comprehend."

Eric: "Look over there, its Hitler!"

Ryan's were-in-the-subway-and-it-smells look.

The stories this sign implies.

I found this hat in my mom's closet and I'm stealing it. Its a sequins American flag hat! Have you ever seen anything as gauty as that?

I love it.

"Its in your head. Filler."

I kind of just don't have anything to say really. I finished another term paper with the week and a half I had to write it, seems like enough, but I work really slow and I have ADD so it was close, probably realisitically had 2 more hours of working time after I was done.

And its really hard to take care of yourself when you're writing. My body falls into a sad physical state where I can't shave, shower regularly, eat right...My body took a strange quality of skin grease this time...Seemed almost acidic because when I took a shower my skin would burn.

Too much information maybe, but whatever, I'm still a good-looking person.

Go on here when I have nothing to write about, its just a quilt-work of shit that makes my personality essentially. http://shaquille-o-nihilism.tumblr.com/

Filler.

Next time won't you sing with me?

Public education is fucked anyway.

"Wear your own name."

This balances out the whole Reagan thing.

"So who truly is to blame for the death of my stupid neighbor? I blame independent record stores." pt. 2

Record Store Day is coming up.

So I thought I'd talk about my craziest record store find. I'll take pictures of the record and edit it into this post later...

Band: Cheesecake
Record: Coq Fighter, 7" on Maroon vinyl
Where: Freakbeat Records
Why: Personalized note/sticker/flyer
How much: $6-8$

Never heard of this band before seeing this record, but I gathered from the record label that they were from Boston. They are Riot Grrrl, formed sometime around the early 1990s which would make them one of the first Riot Grrrl bands and have remained extremely obscure. They kind of sound like Mika Miko. Anyway, I happened across this while digging through the 7 inch bin at Freakbeat, which is just a box full of them in random order so it requires you (for better or worse depending on what you find) to just look through the entire thing. So this record catches my attention and I listen to it (because they let you listen to records that are already open, i.e. the used records) and I liked it. Upon closer inspection, I found a handwritten note in the jacket on the back of a concert flier, from the drummer of the band...To Phranc! At the time, I didn't know who Phranc was, but I was soon to find out when I bought "Captain My Captain" from Team Dresch and doing a little google search when I got home.



Also included was a sticker, I asked about it and the guy working there said that it actually did belong to Phranc and that she dropped if off fairly recently, I also picked up a Tribe 8 record there that I also assumed to have belonged to Phranc.

I don't know how many copies of the maroon colored vinyl of this there are, I can hardly find any info on Cheesecake itself let alone their releases, but its really good.

Some of the members of Cheesecake later went on to form this band.



[Edit, i.e. that thing I said I was going to do.]

Front cover.

The whole deal.

The sticker.

The flyer.

The note on the back of the flyer.

Lyrics sheet.

The back cover.

It's Harmless

I'm foreign this trial
Fucking flowers stuck in sin
To the Prince proper or 'Little' and
Damn it! I see it!

And this poem rhymes
Too scrawny for power but
Too fat to love her and
Nothing ... but nothing ...

Will take the pyrite out of the hulls
Of ships made of gold with even golder souls
Or help me understand this play-at-arms-length
To break the ice between me and Brecht
Or stop me from smiling despite the fact
I think this act will kill me though I don't know how
And stop this search engine powered sweet-fuck-nothing
To stop you from loving me now

I don't post finished material, its weird, but I guess I post stuff whenever I feel like its enough for here.

"This nobody doesn't deserve anybody."

Term paper writing again, deadline, 10 days from now...More accurately 9 days. Already I'm getting the feeling that the computer is weightless and floating away from me, and already I feel envy for every beautiful, sharp-dressed person out there doing shit that I would so much rather do. This year is difficult, International Organizations, fucking boring, no way around it. I've spent all day today making sure of that.

This is honestly a weird feeling.

I'm good at writing though, the problem is that I think my ADHD is getting worse, I can't fucking focus.

I have to stand in front of class tomorrow and talk about the book I've been reading for a "book review" (essentially a glorified book report), I'm doing Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72, its really good, but I'm less than halfway through it...

"Some book reviewer whose name I forget recently called me a 'vicious misanthrope' ... or maybe it was a 'cynical misanthrope' ... but either way, he (or she) was right; and what got me this way was politics."

Its true, it does that to you, I can relate heavily with Hunter S. Thompson on this.

But anyway, yeah, I hate hate hate presenting anything, and usually I'm in such a bad mood that I do not care to do a good job.

Well, yeah, Spring Break is over, this week will be gruelling, as they all seem to be.

Comadre/Touche Amore is playing in Pomona this Saturday, expect to see me there.

"We're dying on the inside."

Made a quick stop at Hollywood Forever Cemetary with my brother Eric.

 Apparently, Dee Dee was buried there too but we didn't know about it. We'll have to go back.

This motherfucker attacked me.

As I was getting a picture of this.

Family plot, not just stating the obvious.

Whoring it up.

On another note:

I bought these cut-offs from Amazon, pretty cool I dare say.

I'll be out on Spring Break, as usual, slow internet connection at home means I won't be on for a week. Have fun kids.