<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496</id><updated>2011-11-18T07:38:12.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Lingling's Thinking</title><subtitle type='html'>What I'm thinking
Sometimes good- Sometimes bad, sometimes irrelevant to the world or to the people in it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4134718785597382525</id><published>2010-11-29T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T15:43:43.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Places From Dreams That I've Found In Real Life</title><content type='html'>1. DDO Shopping mall&lt;br /&gt;2. New York Skating Rink Place&lt;br /&gt;3. Andrew's Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;4. Field In Dorion&lt;br /&gt;5. Graveyard in DDO&lt;br /&gt;6. House on Lakeshore&lt;br /&gt;7. Laird Hall at Abbott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4134718785597382525?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4134718785597382525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/11/places-from-dreams-that-ive-found-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4134718785597382525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4134718785597382525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/11/places-from-dreams-that-ive-found-in.html' title='Places From Dreams That I&apos;ve Found In Real Life'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4704529663662592799</id><published>2010-11-14T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:32:50.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugghh..</title><content type='html'>I feel pretty bad now for being in such a downer mood at the show. I don't have any good pictures and I think if I keep acting like that eventually that'll be what screws me over. Everyone else had a great time at the show, any expectations are too high of myself. I have to start being a bit more optimistic or something. Whatever, there's always a next show. Let's knock em dead, boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4704529663662592799?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4704529663662592799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/11/ugghh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4704529663662592799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4704529663662592799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/11/ugghh.html' title='Ugghh..'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3938061890786917490</id><published>2010-11-14T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:53:47.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Show</title><content type='html'>Just had our first show last night and wow was it tiring. By the end of the night, I was physically and mentally drained and so happy that Rannik randomly gave me a Redbull and a Cheeseburger. Yay for generosity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew what it's like to be on stage but wow I was really wrong. As soon as I got up there I was really nervous, forgot half the lyrics to half the songs and didn't reeally know what the audience was feeling. I talked tot he audience quite a bit and they found me funny, but mostly I just rambled on about nothing and people were sitting down, people were kinda thinknig that our music wasn't that great. When we left, we didn't get much applause. On the plus side, some girls really enjoyed me, I broke a mic stand, which Ill probably have to pay for, I went crazy during A Future, and all kinds of other stuff. The teachers watched us act like total retards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Green Goes Down we actually got the crowd going which was pretty great. On our songs which we practiced endlessly, we did very well. On our other ones, I forgot lyrics, we messed up the timing and the audience didn't get that into it. I find that we really need to practice a lot more and that some of these songs like The Drive will sound really good when recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I don't know what I'll do now. I thought it would be a lot easier to get the crowd pumped. We need more practice. I feel like I really need a life plan now lol. Ugghh... I guess we'll try as hard as we can and that's the best we can do, right? Maybe I'll end up alone and in a profession that I f**king hate but that's not important, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3938061890786917490?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3938061890786917490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3938061890786917490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3938061890786917490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-show.html' title='First Show'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-7903293195393186022</id><published>2010-11-12T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:21:10.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do?</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you're really great friends with someone, you have awesome times together, but you know in your heart that you have feelings for them?&lt;br /&gt;You tell them how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Now what do you do once they know how you feel but the same thing just continues like you never even talked to them? I feel caught in that spot a little. I suppose the best thing would be to say how I feel yet again. I always find it so hard to vocalize and verbalize and I just get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was great- I made a plan to go out to see a movie with Chloe. I didn't want her to feel awkward or anything; after all, she knows that I like her. I wanted to bring a friend. I got&amp;nbsp;Butters and Jay on board for the idea. And eventually somehow&amp;nbsp;Amato sand Cinder were in too. I took the bus to Abbott to meet up with Chloe so we could have some alone time before the movie and talk about stuff. However, lol, as soon as I got on the 211, I saw him. Bluejay was there. It's funny how he's always everywhere. He's like the essence of the world. I kinda told him that he had to leave cuz I wanted to have some alone time with Chloe. I tried to push him off the bus but it didn't work. Alas, I tried to drop him off at Butters'. I texted Butters and he wasn't home. I ended up jus ttelling Jay to ge toff the bus and continued on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Chloe and we bussed then walked around Fairview for a bit and finally got aboard the 217, which I thought probably would bring us to the Colisée. Along the way there, we listened to two skater doods talk in 'Brolish' omg new language!!!! About selling pot, pills etc. Eventually we got to the movie, bought skittle sand sat down to watch Skyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropical skiitles f***ing suck! And so does Skyline. They both cost me money, were bad for me and tasted terrible. But the were both really fun. I ended up spending money I laundered from Tin on these two things and having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Skyline:&lt;br /&gt;No story&lt;br /&gt;One character looks like a porn star, all the girls are Boobs with a face&lt;br /&gt;Slo-mo boobs scenes&lt;br /&gt;Days go by so freaking slow its funny&lt;br /&gt;First theyre in LA then New York, no one konws what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;Product Placement FTW!&lt;br /&gt;Characters can't open doors for shit&lt;br /&gt;Whole movie filmed in a building in a not cool way&lt;br /&gt;LOL to the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we fooled around outside Butters' car for a bit and eventually, Butters, Chloe and I went off intot he night. It was grea tto see her having fun. We put on the Techon music real loud and we found a really sick place to do donuts. We did like 5 in a row. It felt so great! I was just laughing so loud. I'm glad that I could feel alive. It was great to see that Chloe could handle my ability to not have a plan, to just enjoy life.It's something really important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home now, thinking about the Show tomorrow. KBCF's first.&amp;nbsp; I hope it's legendary. I hope it's great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-7903293195393186022?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7903293195393186022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-do-you-do.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7903293195393186022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7903293195393186022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-do-you-do.html' title='What do you do?'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2771316221153988598</id><published>2010-11-11T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:18:09.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song about good times with friends</title><content type='html'>We really really need lyrics for some of our songs before the show this Saturday. 2 Of our songs didn't have lyrics yet lol. We've only had this song for like a hal fa week now and I took up the liberty of making some lyrics to fit it. Our show's gonna be great. St Thomas. Supervised by Mr. C and Mr. D. Silly string. Green Goes Down. Some great friends and important people are coming. I already practiced some routine for on stage and I got some other stuff in my head. It'll be legendary. Stefan just broke his guitar and apparently got it repaired in one night. Let's see how this works lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump in, w'ere going for a drive, just my best friends and I&lt;br /&gt;You know we're gonna fly&lt;br /&gt;This road belongs to our age, music makes it fade away&lt;br /&gt;As we blaze through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'd be so lost without you, I don't know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;I'd have no way to hold on&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing to me that these times only seem&lt;br /&gt;So great once they have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strap up, we're going for a hike, bravely trekking through the trees&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll fight in the sea&lt;br /&gt;We're laughing to ourselves, we're drinknig to our youth&lt;br /&gt;Pretending time's falling through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is killing me slowly&lt;br /&gt;Always knowing we will have to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump in, we're going for a drive, just my best friends and I&lt;br /&gt;You know we're gonna fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the world without you, I don't know what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;But I'll have to survive&lt;br /&gt;These times are golden, and the voice inside my head &lt;br /&gt;says "just enjoy the drive."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2771316221153988598?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2771316221153988598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/11/song-about-good-times-with-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2771316221153988598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2771316221153988598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/11/song-about-good-times-with-friends.html' title='A song about good times with friends'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-8616910331664674323</id><published>2010-11-01T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:57:36.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Think Things Will Ever Be The Same</title><content type='html'>Folk/Acoustic/Alternative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have long walks alone, you used to take me to your home&lt;br /&gt;I don't think things will ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;You used to give me a hug goodbye, you used to look me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't think things will ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we can still be friends you said&lt;br /&gt;But all I wanna do is love you&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you'll move on you said&lt;br /&gt;But all I wanna do is love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to ask me why I'd cry and I'd respond, "I don't know why"&lt;br /&gt;I don't think things will ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;We used to meet up after class, we'd hi-five and I'd feel bad&lt;br /&gt;I don't think things will ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear to see you moving on&lt;br /&gt;Still all that's on my mind is my love for you&lt;br /&gt;If I let go, I fear that you'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Still all that's on my mind is my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the party, I try to&amp;nbsp;kill my thoughts away&lt;br /&gt;But no girl is as beautiful as you&lt;br /&gt;They're all so complicated, they don't make me smile&lt;br /&gt;They are nothing, you are everything&lt;br /&gt;You are all that I see&lt;br /&gt;What's that say about you, what's that say about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish I could just start over again&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is love you&lt;br /&gt;The times we had would never need to end&lt;br /&gt;All that's on my mind is my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much it hurts to call you friend&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need something to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;My drugs are running out and my pain's close to it's end&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you like some other guy, you hear I've moved on and I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I don't think things can ever be the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-8616910331664674323?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6988748572390801447</id><published>2010-10-23T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T18:42:33.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band</title><content type='html'>Our first show's coming up fast, we're getting tickets to give out and we're picking our songs we're gonna play. We've been doing stuff as a band, going to concerts, drinking, etc. I really feel like we cna get somewhere if we try hard enough but I really feel we need an especially hard-hitting song next. Something that won't get out of people's heads, something that can further diversify our sound. I think maybe we should do something simple and to the point, quick and catchy, to make a simple statement. Lately its been so hard for me to write anything intelligent cuz I've been overthinknig everything when it comes to music. Something nice and simple would be nice. I hope we can just get famous and tour so I won't have to get on with my life and get a career and stuff. That would be such a drag. Maybe I can find a girlfriend that way too lol, with the way my girl problems have been going for the last&amp;nbsp;like 6&amp;nbsp;months that wouldnt be too bad. Once we're done this show, onto demo. I really think we'll be the best ones there, especially if my comerades give it their all on stage and if we sound check ze night prior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6988748572390801447?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6988748572390801447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/10/band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6988748572390801447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6988748572390801447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/10/band.html' title='Band'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-582711641777675535</id><published>2010-10-14T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:04:56.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More State</title><content type='html'>Speedy Alternative metal &lt;br /&gt;System of a downy wit ha punky vibe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin's coming over tomorrow and we'll finalize stuff but this is my version before he comes. We're going to see Bad Religion tomorrow! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One More State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising their flags Oh shit they want more&lt;br /&gt;Rednecks on Wallstreet, the bringers of war&lt;br /&gt;Americanization goes hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;With polluting our skies and raping our land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and monsters, its our hour to unite&lt;br /&gt;Rome didn't didn't fuck up the world in one night&lt;br /&gt;They say they&amp;nbsp;stand for&amp;nbsp;peace, but I see them fight back&lt;br /&gt;As we pillage their land with our relentless attack&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;One more state retaliate&lt;br /&gt;One more state assimilate into the American Empire&lt;br /&gt;One more province gone to war, what the hell are we fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;Are bodies are fueling the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower the flags into the newly claimed earth&lt;br /&gt;Red necks on our streets have just given birth&lt;br /&gt;To civilization in a land untamed&lt;br /&gt;Wherever they go will be laid to waste&lt;br /&gt;For our water and oil they went in for the kill&lt;br /&gt;We fled to the northern for our own lives&lt;br /&gt;Our friends turned their backs, they all cowered in fear&lt;br /&gt;As Canada suffered a deafening demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the terrorist state of Cananda, exclusively allied with Russia, Irak, Iran in an Axis of Super Evil&lt;br /&gt;Bravely riding polar bears into battle, sacrificing our lives to shed light on the truth.. That Americna Expansionism will kill us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Nations covered it up&lt;br /&gt;As the USA became the largest state&lt;br /&gt;As we&amp;nbsp;were labelled&amp;nbsp;criminals of war war war war war war war criminals of war war war war&lt;br /&gt;And now we really are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-582711641777675535?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/582711641777675535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-more-state.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/582711641777675535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/582711641777675535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-more-state.html' title='One More State'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6789793435031515521</id><published>2010-10-12T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:30:59.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Alive</title><content type='html'>Punk/Hard Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song's about the people I surround myself with who I find annoying because of their tendency of avoiding sociality or avoiding going to a social event or avoding partaking in a new experience for no real reason other than to just make themselves feel safe. I wrote it in like 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashing colours blow my mind, why can't we just stay indoors&lt;br /&gt;I went outside yesterday and I don't wanna play no more&lt;br /&gt;Those music kids don't understand, those cooler kids can kiss my ass&lt;br /&gt;I'll Carpe Diem my own way, I'll rebel right after Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I may never get through- I may never get through to you&lt;br /&gt;You may never let go- let go and try to see&lt;br /&gt;Are you worried that you will find that you were wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you scared to feel alive and sing our song?&lt;br /&gt;I may never get through- I may never get through to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come one come all, I must say that I see a brighter world outside&lt;br /&gt;That I can't just throw this life away, it pains me to just run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just fuck the world? I feel like you're my hopeful son&lt;br /&gt;I guess excuses make you safe, I guess this world is too much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit alone waiting for the train and don't even wonder how they know&lt;br /&gt;You're not a part of this social world, you enter the room and simply go&lt;br /&gt;You choose not to take part simply cause you tell yourself its wrong&lt;br /&gt;Open up the window and you may find that these people made some sense all along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6789793435031515521?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6789793435031515521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/10/feel-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6789793435031515521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6789793435031515521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/10/feel-alive.html' title='Feel Alive'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2811932780432694838</id><published>2010-10-11T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:25:08.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Part 2</title><content type='html'>So I told you I'd talk about Cinderblock's party- It was really niteresting. Come for a ride with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluejay, Cinder and I went on a journey to Cinder's friend Tugboat's house Saturday night with cases of beer and other alcoholic stuff. On the way there we were walking straight down my street when we saw a cop car coming straight for us. We acted cool and they passed by. We were really surprised to see the car stop at the end of the street then turn around towards us again. I whispered, "We're fucked" but the ypassed right by. We thne passed by 3 more cop cars on our way past St. T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eventually we got to Tugboat's 24th Birthday party. Quickly I realized that everyone was a lot older than us. Most everyone was 23. I felt really cool actually, kind of like Anthony Kiedis from Scar Tissue, to be around so manolder people. They were a lot more mature than people our age and didn't find fun in rediculous binge drinking- they were kind of past that. None the less, they smoked and Jay felt a little uncomfortable because of that. I socialized with some of them, including a couple of guys who had done hard drugs such as Coke in the past and some of my Ex-Swimming instructors who recognized me. Eventually, we got the opportunity to paly some beer pong and Jay and I teamed up against Cinderblcok and some old dude. These were the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teams of 2, you two guys shoot then the other two shoot&lt;br /&gt;If you score, the enemy drinks a cup, if you bounce it in, they drink two&lt;br /&gt;If you would be out of cups, there is something called a rebuttal where you have two shots, if you somehow manage tog et them both in, the game continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the game wa sa stale mate with both teams at 2 cups for like 15 minutes and we were feeling the burn. Then suddenly, Cinder got one on and his partner got one in. It was our rebuttal. We had to get this or we lost. I missed. I was so dissapointed. Then out of nowhere, Bluejay gets a bounce shot in and we were still alive. He then got another bounce shot and finished off our enemies. We then went for a ride to MacDonalds wher eit took like 10 minutes to order, with people getting uot of the car and confusion becasue apparently you can only have 2 bills at McDo's. I somehow got to Cinder's and had a nice sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you dudez on today too. Mack, Shtoiffen, Cinder, Butters and I went downtown to get Bad Religion tickets, army stuff for our gig and to check out Steve's. I got dogtaggs which have ENVY and PRIDE engraved, my two sins. I got some gloves and a shirt as well and spent 114$ on BR and Atreyu&amp;nbsp;tickets. We then wound up at Shtoiffen's house where we invinted the game 'Squash Bowling Down The Stairs' which ended in a squash destroyed in his basement. I also microwaved an egg which exploded. I screamed COOKIES ARE DONE! as I crossed something off my bucket list. Just as I started cleaning up, to spoil my fun, Shtoiffen's parents arrived straight form the Balkans and caught me Cinderellaing that shit up. I told them it was a mistake and that I was trying to cook an egg and that I had no idea it would explode. They were more than happy to clean up my mess and to give me food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2811932780432694838?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2811932780432694838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/10/update-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2811932780432694838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2811932780432694838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/10/update-part-2.html' title='Update Part 2'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-8424514576883126613</id><published>2010-10-09T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:30:59.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hey, I haven't blogged in a while but I think I'll try it out cause I relaly feel I need to do an update on my life or else I'll forget allt he important stuff that's going on. Lately I've been putting the whole girl thing on hold so KBCF could prosper. Lately most of the stuff that has been happening has been musical because my girl positiomn right now is just messed up and I'd rather have something else to focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 3 weeks, i've gone to three shows: &lt;br /&gt;A Wilhelm Scream, which was awesome, possibly the best band I've ever seen live, someone crowd sufted in a laundry basket, featured the band Madball, for which the crowd went nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Orange Place: After Brownie's birthday dinner at three Amigo's last weekend, Dickson, Mack, Gobby, Gobby's cousin, and Dan Borsellino and I found this random bar in the middle fo nowhere while looknig for an electro show. We went in and the bands were all really good inclidng English Words. I crossed 'go to an indie show' off my backet list and I saw a lot of hipsters. Gobby's cousin hit on my a lot and we did shots and I danced alone and allt hat knid of cools tuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pirhana, yesterday: Yesterday, I was planning on meeting with Cinder somewhere but instead got hold of info that Chloe was gonig downtown. I tracked down what bus she was on and rode with her. We shopped around for a bit thne eventually met up with Bluejay. They've both told me that they thought eachother was really nice and we had some fun times and I checked out Dawson for the first time. Dawson's like a mechanical John Abbot. They took all the campus, stacked it on top of eachother then painted it grey and put cool escalators inside. I mey some of Jay's new friends like Sam and Adrian who ar epretty intense people and we wnet to a show that I learned of on the spot. Chloe left and we met up with Cinder and saw a couple cool bands inclusding a garage band called Run For Cover. After the show I talked to it's bassist on the bus and he told me that KBCF could easily get a show at the Pirhana, the show venue. A rapper called Clarity also performed. He was a really good performer and caught my by surprise, getting the audience to participate in a rap mosh pit and in "If I say rape, you say babies." Cinderblcok even won his demo after winning a no-laughing contest. It was pretty neat. I got to spend some quality time with Bluejay who I haven't seen for some time and I got to make some new friends who may become useful in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBCF has been working on a couple of new songs, including One More State, a System-of-a-downy type medley and a slow alternative song. I've been having a real hard time coming up with lyrics for this alternative song. I have no problem writing about stuff like politics or stupid people, but as soon as I have a chance to write about something I actually care about, like in the alternative song, too many thoughts and emotions come to my mind at once and I have a hard time narrowing down what I want to talk about, cause there are so many things I wanna say. I end up with a mess on a piece of paper, that ends up making no sense cause its so everywhere and so cryptic with weird symbolisms and me talking about how I feel like I'm insane and emotionally unstable. The song started off about the girl I like, then I found that to be too personal, so it became a motivational song on how we're not gonna waste outr lives, then it became about how I don't want to waste my life and conform, then about how I feel weird, then about how I feel deep and confused, t&lt;br /&gt;hene about all that stuff mixed with symbols like poker chips, blue eyes and dimes. it was so screwed up. I ended up hiding subliminal messages in the text and making things Ironic and doing all kinds of useless stuff and it ended up so complicated that nothing was anything anymore. Ha.. that's a pretty cool last line. So our shows on Nov 13, final date, I hope you come, invite whoever you can. I'm thinking about inviting the people I met downtown last night if I meet them when I visit Dawson Tuesday. I might be going to a party tonight. i dunno. I hope our song gets lyrics that don't suck and that aren't parodying emotional songs like Mack wants. That would be too easy and too pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-8424514576883126613?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8424514576883126613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8424514576883126613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8424514576883126613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3481396621126123040</id><published>2010-09-27T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:42:00.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It For The Drugs</title><content type='html'>As far as I'm concerned this is my deepest song I've written, I've been working on it for like a year and it just keeps getting new meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Did It For The Drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV'd, I'm a lifeless mess&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired of everything I've done&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take both paths now&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;war is over and no one's won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it for the drugs, I did it cause I cared&lt;br /&gt;I did it just to get myself prepared&lt;br /&gt;I did it cause I read your note and you didn't see&lt;br /&gt;I did it for you and me, yeah, I did it for the drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you had helped me out somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it all makes sense now depending on how you say it&lt;br /&gt;I felt your heart beating and I wished that mine beat the same way&lt;br /&gt;I felt your heart beating, I felt your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it for the drugs, I did it for revenge&lt;br /&gt;I did it so for one second I could pretend&lt;br /&gt;I did it for some normalcy, a chance to feel&lt;br /&gt;I did it for something real&lt;br /&gt;I did it for the drugs, I did it for the rush&lt;br /&gt;I did it so I'd never ever get enough&lt;br /&gt;I did it cause she hit me harder than you'd know&lt;br /&gt;But I swear that I didn't know that I did it for the drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a glimmering light at the end of a tunnel&lt;br /&gt;There's an empty bottle, a tube and a funnel&lt;br /&gt;I was such a lonely mess&lt;br /&gt;And its not your fault, its not your fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it for the drugs, I did it on a dime&lt;br /&gt;I felt I had to satisfy my mind&lt;br /&gt;I did it cause the first step's believing that you're insane&lt;br /&gt;I did it to numb my brain&lt;br /&gt;I did it for the drugs, I did it just to cry&lt;br /&gt;I did it to avoid looking you in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;I did it so I could feel the thrill of being fucked&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm out of luck&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I did it for the drugs, I did it for relief&lt;br /&gt;I did it so the world would shed a single tear for me&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you then and there in&amp;nbsp;your home&lt;br /&gt;But I did it for me alone, I did it for the drugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3481396621126123040?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3481396621126123040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-did-it-for-drugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3481396621126123040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3481396621126123040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-did-it-for-drugs.html' title='I Did It For The Drugs'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-1119620006961490961</id><published>2010-09-18T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T06:58:33.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Friends</title><content type='html'>What do you do when two friends are fighting? Do you pick a side, pick what you want to do in the situation or just remain neutral. Shtoiffen and Mack are in a fight cause It's Shtoiffen's birthday today and for his 18th we were gonna go downtown to a show and see Set To Kill, Venomenon and Protocol, three awesome bands. At the alst minute he cancelled cause he doens't 'want to go.' We were really looking forward to going and now I don't know what to do cause instead of going there, were gonna be sitting in a basement then leaving and going to bed. It colud have been a real adventure...&lt;br /&gt;Also Dickson might be there which is pretty cool or Patzi could be there (No chance that both of them are there). I haven't gone to a show in a while but it would be such a douchy move to leave Shtoiffen's to go all the way downtown and see this show. Somehow I think that's gonna happen though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got my bass back after it was mysteriously 'wink' broken. It costed 124$ and now it has no tone knobs. Yipee. Whatever. They took its balls out but it still works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In othe rnews, I really like this girl but have no clue how to ask her out. I've tried twice but failed. It's my first time I guess but still, that just sucks. I need to make sure I can some how get into a mood where we are talking about feeling cause that's always hard. I don'tknow for sure if she'll say yes but she's really important to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-1119620006961490961?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/1119620006961490961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/09/fighting-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/1119620006961490961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/1119620006961490961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/09/fighting-friends.html' title='Fighting Friends'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3857782337010965048</id><published>2010-09-08T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:32:01.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Wednesdays</title><content type='html'>Our radio show is called Weird Wednesdays. It airs from 1-2:30 Wednesdays. The hosts are K-Dog, Craig the Viking and DJ Slatanic. We had our first show today and it was kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off panicing cause we didnt know how to operate anything and cause you can't access Youtube. So we started randomly clicking songs we thought wolud be funnt such as TV Party by Black Flag or a Boy Named Sue by Johnny Cash. We had some fun times and made complete fools of ourselves. Our show was the best. I don't know if anyone heard it though. When Butters and I elft we started listening to the show and couldn't hear it real well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3857782337010965048?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3857782337010965048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/09/weird-wednesdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3857782337010965048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3857782337010965048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/09/weird-wednesdays.html' title='Weird Wednesdays'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-514450591044198068</id><published>2010-09-06T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:56:46.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>55</title><content type='html'>Just got back from camping and I feel tired and sick. I had an awesome time with what nature gives us, with some of my closest friends and withsome other fun things that usually bring fun times. I'm happy the trip went so well so Butters now ahs a good impression of camping. But it rained quite a bit :(. Oh well, we still managed to have fun with the rain- maybe even more fun than we would have had otherwise. I'm so glad I brought my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got tot he cmap and right off the bat, Tin fell out of a tree, Butters got buffaloed with 2 L of applesjuice and several other hilarious things happened. I quickly noticed tha tI felt a little disconnected, maybe from the constant business of the last little while or from the new adjustment to camping but it was nothing too bad. I just didnt really feel like having much conversation and I found it hard to appreciate the whole situation. We set up our camps, had some fun night time conversation and drinking magic battles and I woke up to a new day way to early to Mack and his guitar. Day 2 was primarily the location of the canoe applefight where Tin, Jay and I went in a canoe and combatted against team Butters, Mack and Cinder with applethrowing. There were some nice headshots and funny violent actions. Afterwards, I picked up my camera and we all dressed up in masks and cloaks. It was time to go on the journey for the mytical rusty horseshowe of Agnorr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstory: Last year, when Shtoiffen, Mack and I came camping there, we travelled through the woods where we found a magical rusty horseshoe and we brought&amp;nbsp;it back to Mack's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we gave eachother titles: I was the Minstral, Tin was the Acolyte.. and I sang a song for the horseshoe. We travelled through the wood sin out attire as I videoed us bringing the horseshoe back to its rightful place. We went through the spiky forests and pas ttoher obstacles and all got blessed by the shoe. On the way back, I got los tin the dark and it started pouring. I had to use the sounds of Cinder's fireworks to guide me out of the pitch-black woods. I came out to find Cinder with a birthday cake for me. I ate it with him, Mack and Butters and we had a gigglefest all night. I woke up then came back here to my Dad's it was fun and I crossed off my bucketlist "Listen to the Blood Sugar Sex Magik album baked"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-514450591044198068?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/514450591044198068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/09/55.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/514450591044198068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/514450591044198068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/09/55.html' title='55'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6011818425414250398</id><published>2010-09-03T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:42:29.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its K-Dog Here and this is CSKY Radio</title><content type='html'>It's official, Butters, Mack and I have uor own part of the radio station at Abbott. We will rock off socks and cocks and the jocks will jack off. I've been already practicing in the mini studio they give us and I've been making a list of mostly obscure songs I wanna play oh yeah. There's gonna be kareoke time, random songs of the day and especially the annoying song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomororw at 1 I'm going over to Mack's and with like 6 othe rpeople, we're going camping. The main interesting thing about this trip (asside from in being on my birthday) is that Cinder's gonna try and sneak a weed cake into the site. Never a dull moment. I told Chloe about this and I've been telling her about all the dumb things I do with my friends like spoons, pranks, etc. She seems pretty fine with it but I feel like some sort of ba dperson when I'm saying all these things. She isn't intot he random hurting people and random stupidites, even though she won a wrestling competition, which means she'd be real good at spoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha my mom found my fake ID. Oh well. It was causing more harm than anything with people always telling me to use it. My mom now thikns I'm fraudulent. If she find sout about the cake on this trip thne I'm a fraudulent druggy. I'm already a party maniac and I think she thinks that I got some girl pregnant or something so wtv. I'll be her fucked up son.&amp;nbsp; I'll update on what happens on the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6011818425414250398?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6011818425414250398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-k-dog-here-and-tihs-is-csky-radio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6011818425414250398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6011818425414250398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-k-dog-here-and-tihs-is-csky-radio.html' title='Its K-Dog Here and this is CSKY Radio'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3508365418181740220</id><published>2010-08-28T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:20:20.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Breezy Walk</title><content type='html'>Hello people; I'm here in my house with my cat on a boring Saturday night. Why is it boring you may ask? I mean, Set To Kill is playing at Crobar, Butters and Mack are at seperate parties&amp;nbsp; and everyone els eis donig something awesome. Well I couldn't relaly find anyone to go to Crobar with so I'm here after a day or watching horror movies with Rannik. I guess its nice to not do anything for a day, but there's still tomorrow and Monday for not doing anything. i'm still used to the hectic fast-paced friend fest of the summer. Its really slowed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of college has been awesome and has gone on for pretty long. Its really obvious that I'm gonna need to figure out how to balance my time. Not just on weekends but when picking classes, I need to try and balance time with my friends. There's time for both of my bands, movie watching time with Rannik, time with Chloe, time with Dickson, time with the tards, working out and alone time. I gotta figure all this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went on a walk with Chloe alla round St Anne's and it was great. We talked about our interests and I learned a bit more abou thow to keep a conversation alive. I really hate it when conversations just die. I'm getting better.&amp;nbsp; We had some little pauses in our conversation but it was pretty flowey with Chloe. She talked about this guy who liked her and called her up and siad hi thne it was too awkward and hung up all the time lol. Reminds me of something I remember ...&amp;nbsp; Whatever, it was a beautiful day, we went to the docks, made an inukshuk on an island thne went back toh er dorm where we talked abou tmovies and her friends mostly. She pointed out that she was doing most fot he talking. I guess that's something I gotta work on. Talking about my experiences and stuff.&amp;nbsp; Whatever, I like these little peaceful walk-talks, I find theyre the best way for people to get to know eachother. I just gotta learn how to converse a bit better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3508365418181740220?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3508365418181740220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/breezy-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3508365418181740220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3508365418181740220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/breezy-walk.html' title='A Breezy Walk'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3865577608267676373</id><published>2010-08-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T09:12:26.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter Cejep</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday. Cejep starts&amp;nbsp;for my friends tomorrow and for me on Tuesday. It's time to grow up, start a new chapter in life and further transform. A couple of days ago I had my Orientation, whic his where I basically went in, learned about my program and mingled with other people in my program. Most of th epeopel looked really interesting and I wouldn't mind making firends with a few of them. However, with more friends, I'm gonna need to learn to balance my time better.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna have to have time for Mack and my tard friends, Rannik, Elyse andmy new friend I met at orientation called Chloe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: A girl from some town in the middle of the forest far away. She live sin a dorm at Abbott, she rides horses in competitions and likes pop music. Her first three jobs were at a sugar shack, a stable and a grain mill just to give you an idea of where she comes from. She knows I'm kinda crazy and clumsy but I don't think she knows the extent of the retardation present between me and my tard friends. I might have to slowly introduce her to our stupidities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At orientation, I talked to Wolfboy for a bit then got put in some random classroom&amp;nbsp; for people who are supposedly in my program. However, I'm pretty sure I was put in the wrong class. Butters was put in a different one. The class was pretty interesting, consisting of 3 guys and like 17 girls, I felt very outnumbered in a good way. We palyed some sort of game to meet eachother and this is how I met Chloe. She wa ssupposedly in the wrong class too, which I thought was pretty funny. We played that stupid mingling game, then went on a tour and tlaked there then went to get books and pay our course fees. Butters and I signed up for the Abbott Radio Station. In case you don't know, in the future we're gonna have our own radio station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters and I will be the main Dj's bringing mostly rock music from the 50s to today, cutting all the crap and palying what we like. I'll put on some metal, some folk, some punk, some of our KBCF music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded Loud Mornings: Each morning, wake up to Slayer and Behemoth&lt;br /&gt;Metal Mondays: At 12 O clock monday nights, tune in with DJ Shizbo (Mack) for his metal.&lt;br /&gt;Tin's Ipod: During the day there will be a time when we put Tin's ipod on shuffle and get one of his 30000 songs.&lt;br /&gt;Re-Education: Dj Rannik educates you lunchtimes with his underground punk.&lt;br /&gt;Stefan's Choice: Stefan gets a choice every day and explains why he chose that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Chloe and I went to her dorm where we met Chloé, her french dorm mate. We set up her appartment for a bit and talked about movies and then went downstairs to see her dad, who's pretty funny. I then left after getting a call from my mother saying that she found out about the party I had a couple of days earlier. Oh well. Now I'm not allowed seeing friends for a week. Tough lucks. Whatever, I'll see friends in school. Chloe's in my universe of the arts class so we can talk there. Ima teach her spanish, she's gonna teach me french woot woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3865577608267676373?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3865577608267676373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/enter-cejep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3865577608267676373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3865577608267676373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/enter-cejep.html' title='Enter Cejep'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3236345806424477885</id><published>2010-08-19T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:27:43.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning After</title><content type='html'>Lately, all of my greatest stories have revolved around alcohol or substances, which is kinda sad. I mean I've had some pretty fun dry moments lately such as Hill's awesome multicultural dinner or going to Sac Witcgh, the best restauraunt ever and breaking Butter's dad's golf club while golfing. Those were awesome moments but last night we had another 'sneak into Lingling's house and drink party' and those are always legendary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I was having these kinds of random boozy encounters once every 3 months I think? During the summer its increased to once every week and a half. I think its paying a toll on my mind. I am slightly losing creativity and kind of losing the care abou tthat. I am losing my trademark stupidity. Ive said this so many times lol wtv. But I can't think of funny random things to do anymore as easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a ttoal exception. Cinder showed up with the supplies at 11:30 so up until then we were ahving retarded awesome fun. I snuck Butters and Mack and Jay in through my back door as usual and we quickly trashed the house, making a music video for Shtoiffen's birthday consisting of us dressing up like Slipknot in a parody band called Shitknot. I wore a motorcycle helmet and palyed bass, Butters founds some ash-covere dpillowcase I got from camp and made a bagface and Jay put on my skull mask and vocalled it up. When Mcfatass showed up we put him on keyboard and gave him a mask made out of pita bread and drew eyes on it, calling him mr. Pita. We all rocked out to Psychosocial and caught our awesome cover on tape. We then tried Before I Forget and failed. Ryan and I also did a music video for The Bad Touch, in which we battle eachother and watch doctor Phil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinder eventually arrived and we started watching Golfinger while palying all kinds of stupid games. We ate chicken wings and a box of 48 waffles I had bought for the occasion. i quickly assumed the stain-cleaning duty. There were like 4 spills and I was on them right away. I dunno what I'm gonna do about the stains now.. As teh ngiht went on, we listened to love songs, did Butters-Linglnig kaareoke awesomeness and watched Bluejay puke and Mack sleep. Fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3236345806424477885?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3236345806424477885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/morning-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3236345806424477885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3236345806424477885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/morning-after.html' title='The Morning After'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4840790818836741849</id><published>2010-08-16T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:34:08.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Sun</title><content type='html'>Completely based on Tin's bass riff-&lt;br /&gt;I've been editing this song so much but I personally like it best in this final state&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it sounds nothing like what we started with, it sounds verty bad religiony, but I think the jungle breakdown can fit and I think the lyrics can fit the way they're sung&lt;br /&gt;It's about losing a friend&lt;br /&gt;Into The Sun (Punk/ Metal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the world to me is now unhidden&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The time we spent by the television&lt;br /&gt;Running round the woods in a haze &lt;br /&gt;Finding love in the light and sleep in the shade&lt;br /&gt;You cast a card and I passed a smile&lt;br /&gt;The devil won't find us for a while&lt;br /&gt;We might as well laugh while we can still breathe&lt;br /&gt;And Its still a long walk once we cross the stream&lt;br /&gt;And the world kept turning&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that I couldn't stop it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus pt1&lt;br /&gt;Come on my rocket ship and we'll soar away&lt;br /&gt;We'll explode up in the sky as we fly straight into the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I remember the time that there grew a divide&lt;br /&gt;We patched it up or at least we tried&lt;br /&gt;But all good things must come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Too important a lesson for my greatest friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world kept spinning&lt;br /&gt;I guess it didn't want us to stay together on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus pt1&lt;br /&gt;Chorus pt2&lt;br /&gt;You board up the basement door and maybe I can stay for the night&lt;br /&gt;We'll defend our rocket ship as we fly straight into the sun&lt;br /&gt;As our love goes straight into the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jungle breakdown, breakdown pt2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now floating in anti-gravity hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Space junk living forever&lt;br /&gt;An imperfection to the world's ultimate plan&lt;br /&gt;Forver young, eternal time to treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus pt 1 and 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4840790818836741849?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4840790818836741849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/into-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4840790818836741849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4840790818836741849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/into-sun.html' title='Into The Sun'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-938359781412549672</id><published>2010-08-14T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:17:41.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butters and I now have a contribution to the world of country music</title><content type='html'>Squaredancin' Party&lt;br /&gt;featuring:&lt;br /&gt;Me on vocals with cowboy hat&lt;br /&gt;Mack on blowing into a bottle to make a noise or washboard&lt;br /&gt;Shtoiffen looking pissed off on his guitar with banjo-effects on&lt;br /&gt;Tin on bass playing low to sound stand-up bassey&lt;br /&gt;Butters on drums and cowbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood alcohol`s 69%, my favourite number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here in Utah, we got ourselves some cows&lt;br /&gt;Down here in Texa$, we got ourselves some cows&lt;br /&gt;They plop out them cowpies and we toss em around&lt;br /&gt;People think we`re crazy so we just dance it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I reckon it`s time for squaredancin okay&lt;br /&gt;Squaredance party right here in the USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here in Merica we cook ourselves some steak&lt;br /&gt;While down here in Mombai we kneel to them and pray&lt;br /&gt;Bovines have many uses, ya you know its true&lt;br /&gt;If you ask them nicely they will dance with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I reckon it`s time for squaredancin okay&lt;br /&gt;Squaredance party right here in the USA&lt;br /&gt;aw shucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banjo solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I reckon it`s time for squaredancin okay&lt;br /&gt;Squaredance party right here in the USA&lt;br /&gt;The callers will line us up and make us dance&lt;br /&gt;Maybe afterwards we can make romance&lt;br /&gt;aw shucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-938359781412549672?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/938359781412549672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/butters-and-i-now-have-contribution-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/938359781412549672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/938359781412549672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/butters-and-i-now-have-contribution-to.html' title='Butters and I now have a contribution to the world of country music'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6010349603556405380</id><published>2010-08-11T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:38:22.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how fast the summer goes. It's almost school time already. Almost time to go to college, get wasted in more ways than one and get shipped off somewhere. I just made my schedule and its pretty kick-A, containing fun things like longer weekends that weekdays. I'm not in any of my friend's classes but what the hell, me and Butters have wednesday afternoons to do whatever we want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the band, we just recorded the vox and drum parts for Green Goes Down and are gonna get to A Future tomorrow. Since Tin's concert's cancelled cause the city of Kirkland is a douchebag, we gotta be like every other band and record our stuff, put it on Myspace, make a demo, show it to venues, etc. We've been working on new songs really quickly too. We were pretty ready for the awesome first appearance of KBCF. We were just working on a new song. Amonst the last week, I had been tryin gto come up with lyrics for said song but it's turne dout to be ewey. Firstly, I can't really think of a subject too well and I've been trying to find a subject that's less depressing than A Future and I've been taking inspirations from other songs and its a big mess in my head. I'm having writer's block with this song. No mateer what I do, the lyrics just seem naff, or over-serious or underserious or whatever. My mind is changing. I am feeling my self cactusizing. Maybe I can reverse the process by using funny words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is farcicle to shout "UNCLE JEMIMA HOLY FUCKING FUCK!" At people with bipolar dreams. Wtf I'm not even funny any more. This is taking a toll on my writing. I can't come up with stuff as quick cause my head's flooded with stuff and I've kinda lost the care for stuff that I used to have. It sucks balls. I'm gonna need to do some mor ereflective thinknig times to get my mind bakc I think. I don't want to use this as a song subject cause its too everywhere and I wouldn't know how to descriptively say stuff without sounding stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I just got a 1500$ camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6010349603556405380?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6010349603556405380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/writers-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6010349603556405380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6010349603556405380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-7588446436907648954</id><published>2010-08-02T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:22:16.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beiber Fever</title><content type='html'>This is jsut a little note for whenever I decide to read this. 2010 is the year of Beiber Fever, basically the worshipping of a prepubescent 16 year old child who says yo and shizzle and who represents the decline of society. This is nothing shocknig considering Disney has gotten children to worship stranger things such as the Jonas Brothers, who are now dead with nobody caring. Once upon a time Disney sold nice cute peopel like Hillary Duff to teh children. But they obviously found the cure for all monetary problems. Sex. Disney is now selling sex to children in any way possible, be it the Jonas Brothers spraying foam on the children or Miley Cyrus dressing like a slut or Beiber getting the nipples of every female child in Canada harder than Geodudes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how people are sos tupid that they can't see the trend of new child popstar coming for a whiel then being ousted when they get too old. People can still like thier music even thoug hit was designed tos ell well and make money an people can still have favourite songs that are nothing more than the same generic crap with recycle dlyrics and no heart or meaning in the words. wtv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey by the way St Sauveur is a fun place especially when you ride down the Colorado River wit ha heavier person in back. I wish Cinder had gone with me and Mack, it would have been hilarious. Whatever, we saw a sad juggler who dropped his batons and no one clapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-7588446436907648954?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7588446436907648954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/beiber-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7588446436907648954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7588446436907648954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/08/beiber-fever.html' title='Beiber Fever'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-5524712277122422113</id><published>2010-07-26T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:20:06.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campfire Song About My Friends</title><content type='html'>Acoustic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not care a lot, we may not be that cool&lt;br /&gt;We may not know eachother if we went to different schools&lt;br /&gt;Well I know&lt;br /&gt;We may not be too smart and we may live life for kicks&lt;br /&gt;And every so often one of us might be a dick&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;This is a campfire song a bout my friends&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't like it well fuck you wait till the end&lt;br /&gt;To say anything negetive cause right now I'm having fun&lt;br /&gt;My friends are my number one, my number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have just met Tin but he's still pretty chill&lt;br /&gt;And we have more time than we can ever kill&lt;br /&gt;Well that's good&lt;br /&gt;One of us might have long hair and have freakouts everyday&lt;br /&gt;And some of us are gone, gone so far away&lt;br /&gt;Well I care- Mark we remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don't konw what you have til its gone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don't know who you are til you're lost in your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of us might be a tard, on of us might be a queer&lt;br /&gt;And if my mom saw my now with you guys here drinking beer&lt;br /&gt;Well she'd freak! Good thing this in't beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-5524712277122422113?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/5524712277122422113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/07/campfire-song-about-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5524712277122422113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5524712277122422113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/07/campfire-song-about-my-friends.html' title='Campfire Song About My Friends'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-7536065641440183631</id><published>2010-07-26T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T08:15:12.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See, we're better than Limp Bizkit</title><content type='html'>So I went to Butter's house today where two things happened. Firstly, I bought a mic and secondly we started up on a new song with Shtoiffen. This new song is Nu Metally which is pretty interesting. I'd say it sounds like Deftones, System of A Down and Linkin Park mixed up with an us-y twist. I just hope it doesnt end up sounding to stupid with me rapping around. But the beat is really solid and it goes well with Shtoiffen's heavy guitar part.&amp;nbsp; I just heard the beat and it made me wanna jump and rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnamed Song-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shtoiffen intro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll laugh it off I told myself, how hard it is to laugh off hell&lt;br /&gt;When all you ever know is gone, I've lost all means of holding on&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling restless in this bed cause you're not here in my arms today&lt;br /&gt;You don't care if I'm alright&amp;nbsp;but maybe you will someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has trapped me in my mind, time has left me to decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran a race halfway through, until&amp;nbsp;I stopped the skies were blue&lt;br /&gt;As I stopped I felt unsure of if this race was real&lt;br /&gt;A single song could not ensure that we&amp;nbsp;survived or ever were&lt;br /&gt;This is situation's an abrasion, the failure of an operation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has trapped me in my mind, time has left me to decide&lt;br /&gt;I'll lie and say that I'm okay just for you so nothing has to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret I bet was a sin til it crept quietly to a king&lt;br /&gt;His robes were stained the wine that he drank while cursing time&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know but I've been told to hold a purse or give a scold&lt;br /&gt;Now I think there's something more to do than sit with this purse and wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has trapped me in my mind (why can't it go away) &lt;br /&gt;Time has left me to decide (I won't waste another day)&lt;br /&gt;Time has brought me back to life (And now I feel renewed) &lt;br /&gt;This time I'm gonna do this right (I can't wait another day for you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-7536065641440183631?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7536065641440183631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/07/see-were-better-than-limp-bizkit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7536065641440183631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7536065641440183631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/07/see-were-better-than-limp-bizkit.html' title='See, we&apos;re better than Limp Bizkit'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3049235404996265986</id><published>2010-07-25T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:58:09.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Ollie</title><content type='html'>So Ollie's offically going away to Ottawa soon. Damn. Yesterday her and me and some friends went to La Perle and celebrated her and gave gifts and made her feel special. Mack was at heavy Mtl so he couldn't come and Jay was sick&amp;nbsp;but Butters and I decided to go. We went tot he store and created the best gift ever: we made her a super keychain with our 4 names on it (Mack being "I Love Jesus"), a bottle of Maple Syrop which I opened and put on my vanilla icecream at La Perle, a Trendy Taylor Doll whic hwe changed to "Trendy Olivia" and some heartfelt letters. We wrapped it all up in wrapping paper and in a yogurt bar box, not using scissors but instead using a lighter to cut the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then watched he relave the parking lot thinking, "Holy shit, this might be the last time I ever see her again." Damn. My friends are dropping like flies. We gotta do some stuff over the rest of the summer so it doesn't go to waste. I just went to O'Connor's house party and it was okay. O'Connor was probably the coolest person there IMO. Everyone was knida just standing around talknig though. The pubes came but they went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have my dad's appartment to myself. Im' gonna try to organize days for fun events here. Fun fun fun yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3049235404996265986?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3049235404996265986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye-ollie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3049235404996265986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3049235404996265986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye-ollie.html' title='Goodbye, Ollie'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2202768110131541118</id><published>2010-07-20T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:56:11.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Be A Tree</title><content type='html'>Hello all you nonexistant people who faollow my blog. It's okay, I don't care.. this is mostly for me to remember stuff anyways. I can say chees enipple on this and no one will come up to me and be like wtf. It's kinda good compared to before when lots of people wolud read it and be like "But in your blog you said...' Lol there were never tons of people who read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just went camping with my family to some random ass place. Along the way I got a cold from sweating all night, I learned about Stray Bullets, an awesome Ska Band and Rannike and I wrote a song for One Weakness called 'I Don't Wanna be a Tree. I won't post it yet cause its not final but its really cool and its a morbid look into the life of a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working at Richard's with Rannik and I've also decided to not go to Heavy Mtl to keep the cash. With this cash I will buy a mic and a micstand and it will be badass. I hope to go next week for the stuff while my parents are away on separate trips with my sisters. I get my dad's place to myself and it will be partied. Other than that not much going down.. Oh, I crossed something off my bucket list today. Being hungove rat work. It sucked but now its done. Why are all the things I crossed off alcohol related? It's pretty funny. Its the only interesting thingI'm doing now adays. What else.. I might be going with Cinder to a party this friday at Rhyno's house. This'll be my 4th house party. Oh and Pizzizle's moving away and Hill's having some dinners at her house to fund her going away too... Ha everyone wants tog et away from the west island, it must really suck here in middleclass suburbia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2202768110131541118?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2202768110131541118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-wanna-be-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2202768110131541118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2202768110131541118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-wanna-be-tree.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Be A Tree'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-8493263337150252918</id><published>2010-07-11T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:54:21.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Goes Down!</title><content type='html'>Just went to Warped tour and it was crazy and awesome! It really inspired our band and by the looks of this song changed our direction a bit. This song is a lot less serious and faster and shorter than it's predecessor and contains surf rock influences. It's also really fun to play, is super har don drums and has some of the coolest guitar stuff I've heard for a while.&lt;br /&gt;At our shows, we're gonna sell green shirts that say "This Shirt is Green" on them just for this song and there will be chaos. I need to work&amp;nbsp; on my vox tho cause I sound like a whiny out-of-tune bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New song by KBCF&lt;br /&gt;Pop Punk/ Surf Metal/ Hardcore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next song is more of a game than a song. A rather violent game in fact. It's called Green Goes Down. These are the rules- &lt;br /&gt;I'll start by listing things that are green. It is YOUR duty tot he queen to beat the living shit out of everything in your proximity that is green when I say Green Goes Down. People, walls, foliage and especially children. If it is green, it is a stain on our carpet of life. And when I say Green Goes Down. I fucking mena green goes down. It's going down or else I'm presonally taking it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees that aren't dead yet, the Angrignon metro&lt;br /&gt;Pickles and zuchinis, one sixth of a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Heiniken and leaves, people that are sick&lt;br /&gt;Slitherin and shamrock's, Mackenzie's dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing that I don't like&lt;br /&gt;And there's just one thing in this world that makes me wanna fight all night&lt;br /&gt;And there's just one colour (one colour) one colour&lt;br /&gt;That makes me wanna drown&lt;br /&gt;Green..goes..DOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda and foliage, a peacock feather&lt;br /&gt;Yellow and blue when you mix that shit together&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Dew and peas, American moneys&lt;br /&gt;Emeralds and the Grinch, the inside of kiwis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them sam I am&lt;br /&gt;I do not want thme in a box, I will not eat them with a fox&lt;br /&gt;I do not want them over there, I do not want them anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I do not want green eggs and ham, I do not want them Sam I am&lt;br /&gt;Green goes down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-8493263337150252918?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8493263337150252918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/07/green-goes-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8493263337150252918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8493263337150252918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/07/green-goes-down.html' title='Green Goes Down!'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-8274793592525834528</id><published>2010-07-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:38:02.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since Prom..</title><content type='html'>I haven't felt great. I've felt bored, lonely and annoyed. But whatever- people are the smartest and the most creative when they feel like crap and when they feel limited. So over the last little while I've been doing things to keep myself occupied.&lt;br /&gt;Including: sleep, MSN, work, Canada Day and Band Practice.&lt;br /&gt;Canada Day was pretty intense. it was also the last time I'd probably see some of my friends. I showed up at some random park in DDO where Bluejay and I binged on hotdogs and sody-pop and met up with a random group of party pplz. We went for burgers at OBurger (what a f***ing uncreative name) and I vandalized cement blocks to draw arrows pointing at Stephen Lee's ass. We walked by Shtoiffen who told us to wait up for him, to which I responded, "Sorry, we're going to have fun." We then watched fireworks where I shunned the nonbelievers who thought the display was over when it wasn't, and where we had lightsaber duels. I learned from Tin that he lost the place where our band was supposed to play and that he's gonna try to find a new place for us to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band things been going rather well aside form that.&amp;nbsp; So far we can play Violent Pornongraphy (Also known as VP or Playful Puppylove) BTW I made a censored version when my sister was in the room listening to us playing. It will be a classic radio hit. We also learned Re-Education (Through Labour) and we've finished A Future except fort he bass part. Next time Bluejay comes over we'll record it. It's our only song that we wrote and its our best- while performing I've been known to hurt people, break instruments and throw pills at people. Oh and strip.. I'm pumped for playing it. We still need to write at least one more song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh last night I tried sleeping over at Butter's house without his parents knowing. But they found me this morning! Damn it. Whatever, they invited me to breakfast. We've been doing lots of dumb things lately. The RetardOlympics will be soon and they will feature many dumb events. I'll get the list up on my blog soon. Warped is coming up soon. I'm really looknig forward to it but I'm also a little nervous.. I haven't seen Elyse for a while now since prom&amp;nbsp;and I'm afraid I won't know what to say when I see her at Warped. Last thing I want's an awkward moment between us.&amp;nbsp; I wanna just get past whyever we haven't been talking and get back to how we were at Prom and before- talking every day. Gotta go, I'll post something soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-8274793592525834528?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8274793592525834528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/07/since-prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8274793592525834528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8274793592525834528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/07/since-prom.html' title='Since Prom..'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-7736228614100426560</id><published>2010-06-26T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:40:56.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2-Minute Long Song</title><content type='html'>Here I got nothing better to do so fuck it I'll post a bunch of songs. This ones the 2 Minute Long Song. Fast energetic punk stuff for 2 minutes. Sounds like early dropkicks but a bit different. Very fast vocals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Minute Long Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came up to me and said, "Now boy I really don't like your music&lt;br /&gt;It's just so anger-filled, what are you, some kind of heretic now?&lt;br /&gt;And you keep walking by, there just aint no more love for me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And you keep getting worse- I have no clue what's in store"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see a reason for the things we do at night&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see a reason for the tihngs we do during our time&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never be me so get off my back- I don't care if you think that its right&lt;br /&gt;My music appeals to me and its damn-ass good in my opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody walks and talks so much all the fucking time&lt;br /&gt;They can't see the things that make true happiness- they must be blind&lt;br /&gt;Banging their heads against the sinks they just get more pissed off and&lt;br /&gt;We're in the time and place where we can laugh, laugh it all off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me underground- &lt;br /&gt;And you'll see the kind of world you thought for sure that we can't live without and&lt;br /&gt;Staying true to ourselves-&lt;br /&gt;Playing hard we do whats real and damn the rest all to hell and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-7736228614100426560?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7736228614100426560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-minute-long-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7736228614100426560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7736228614100426560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-minute-long-song.html' title='2-Minute Long Song'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6590511172298099495</id><published>2010-06-26T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:17:52.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross The Line</title><content type='html'>Not feelin real good right now...&lt;br /&gt;This is Cross The Line&lt;br /&gt;(Grungey Psycobilly-Punk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross The Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Plan A or Plan B or Plan Zee or Plan Zed&lt;br /&gt;Dislocate my brain and replace it with exactly everything you've said&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm hurt but I'll live- A little spitshine and arrogance never hurt a thing&lt;br /&gt;But the kids in the room- What should I tell them cause I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;Hiha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;So take it and&amp;nbsp;break it and fake it&lt;br /&gt;So I can feel the same as you&lt;br /&gt;Let's kill it, relive it, derail it&lt;br /&gt;Just to help me cross the line to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, have I told you I love you so?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh you hit back- I like that- but I'm not getting hurt by you&lt;br /&gt;I think&amp;nbsp;you're hurt but you'll live- we got this channel in front of us we gotta drain&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt but I'll live- Just got this channel in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brushed my teeth til my gums bled and I plucked my brows til they were gone&lt;br /&gt;I've heard every word you've said now but I think that I'm feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;Turn your back and walk away, leave me here on my own&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be all alone- I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6590511172298099495?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6590511172298099495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/cross-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Highschool's almost over. Holy shit. What to do. Prom is pretty much here and I don't hav ean afterwards plan. I'm hopefully going to Crobar with Elyse afterwards but I have no clue. She's going to the hotel first and its gonna be pouring rain outside. Ughh- this is gonna be annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up at Cinder's house after another great party. I got to his house at like 3:20 yesterday with&amp;nbsp;a pie that I made with one of my sisters and with 50$ worth of vodka I got off Rannik. I felt unwelcomed at Cinder's cause he had a driving lesson scheduled in 10 minutes. But it was all good cause he cancelled it. We at ethe pie and pretty soon the house was fille dwith all kinds of people: Mack, Bluejay, Butters, Gobby, Elyse, Mouton, a couple othe rpeople and Cinder's cousin, Duffman. We did all kinds of stuff from two-on-two beer pong matches (Me and Bluejay=Germany vs Cinder and Butter=fudge I dont remember) andButters and I against Elyse and Gobby) and all kinds of other games. I brought these pipe tightener thingies and I gave them to Elyse as jewlery and decorated her arm with marker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fun things that happened included a mosh pit resulting in me flying over an unfinished Boggle game on a table and wrecking everything and a sword batttle between Cinder and Mack. We also tried playing a games of Clue, Kings and Duck Duck Goose but they all failed. I wrecked the game of Clue cause I put the pipe in my Orange-Vodka screwdriver drink and picked up the solution cards cause I though tthey were my hand. The Duck-Duck game ended with Drunken Mack breaking through a screen door and knocking it on top of Shtoiffen's head as he was playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Mack and Shtoiffen were pretty messed up and Mack required assistance from Gobby&amp;nbsp; and I was kicked out of the house for making a shrine in the bathroom. No worries, Bluejay, who was outside with me, and I, got in safely.&amp;nbsp; Cinder went outside near the end to say goodbye to Mouton and his doggy escaped. We had to get it while watching over mack who was very out of it. I woke up today, watched some Celebrity Jeopardy, drank some beer for breakfast and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Fairview for most of today with Cinder and Mouton. Cinder almost beat up Mouton's ex. Fun stuff. Sadness, crying on shoulders, long hugs, all done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tomorrow, afte rlearning The Taste of Ink on bass for One Weakness, Ima leave from this joint to the cocktail party at Mack's and then to Prom. I'm so nervous cause I don't know what Ima do afterwards.. Please wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2868635961468182933?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2868635961468182933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/prom-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2868635961468182933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2868635961468182933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/prom-tomorrow.html' title='Prom Tomorrow'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-1564330351910690511</id><published>2010-06-18T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:16:29.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Weakness</title><content type='html'>As usal, lots of stuff has happened and is going on. The main thing of importance&amp;nbsp;is the formation of a second band, One Weakness, between, Rannik, his friend GF2 and I. Apparently we might alos get some other random punks to join the band but right now I'm bassin it up with these fresh dudes. It looks like we're a verry different kind of band from KBCF, following one general genre (Punk, Melodic Hardcore), having easy, non-fighting times and following the NOFX 'use 60% of your effort ethic,' not really caring what goes well or what doesnt, just hoping to do well. I think its a good ethic for a punk band. Our symbol seems to be developing around a swinigng hammer doing some crazy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff.. schools completely done for me now, meaning I've moved on to new stuff to keep me occupied, including practicing with the 2 bands, partying, formating events with friends, concerts and sleep. I don't thikn I'll get around to making the Personal Project movie I was gonna do during the summer. I'm looking really booked, especially with work and driving lessons coming up. I like this schedule a lot more than the usual one because its way more random. I've already done some fun stuff including going to Rockaberry with Ibster, a pool party at Butters' m&amp;nbsp;and going to see Strike Anywhere with Rannik and GF2. Stupid hardcore dancers at Strike Anywhere... I'm really beginning to hate them. Hardcore dancing is built upon the belief of hurting others compared to moshing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming..There's gonna be a party at Cinder's fro his birthday. We're gonna make him a firstaff out of gas and wood and pipes. It'll be so dnagerous. I'm gonna need to get booze somehow for that event...&lt;br /&gt;And for prom too. For prom it looks like Ima do something with Elyse afterwards. I just wanna have fun for prom and end up doing something awesome. I hope these bnad things.. and Porm turn out well and don't magically screw up. Things have been going generally well lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-1564330351910690511?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/1564330351910690511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-weakness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/1564330351910690511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/1564330351910690511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-weakness.html' title='One Weakness'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-1917639408418793539</id><published>2010-06-13T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:00:27.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crobar</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was a bit of a jumble of stuff. I showed up at Bluejay's house for the weekly band practice and wa ssoon met by the res tof the band (Minus Mack who was studying). We put off learning the Kids Aren't alright and instead decided to practice Sandman and A Future. And that we did. We palyed sandman quite a few times and it sounded pretty dman good. During one practice round I started spinning around on a spinny chair with the rock band mic and the chord got caught on the chair and snapped in half. We recorded ourselves palying the two songs (Along with white Minority, which we tried adding a solo to) and they sounde dokay despite the shitty laptop sound quality and despite Buttersbreaking his bass pedal in the middle of Sandman. I relaiz ethat I sound really shitty on the computer..I need to working on my singing. But I don't really know how. I'm hoping that when i get my mic I can sing more quietly and have more vocla control. Maybe that'll do. This where Mack, Cinder and Ibster showed up. I was so glad to see ibster after such a long time and even though he didn't know Shtoiffen or Tin he blended in well. We were all wearing black and that was cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ibster,&amp;nbsp;Butters and I brought the drum set chez Butters&amp;nbsp; where Ibster and I went for a long walk and palyed basketball. That little bitch beat me 21-1 in 21. During the walk, hetold me about his lif ein Florida. It was just nice to be able to talk to him again. At Butters', we met everyone else, ate burgers and threw cheetoes and Bluejay, telling him to get some Punani. We then had to leave. We got on the bus and&amp;nbsp;took the long trip to the metro. Durin gthe ride, I spoke to Ibster and realized that he didn't want to hear aboout our adventures here in Montreal cause he wasn't part of them. We just talked about our inner chi as Cinder tried picking up some random girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually got to Crobar and found Onee and Brownie who were drinknig a pitcher of beer. Bluejay and i had an intense pool game involving a lot of balls going off the table. Afterwards, he played this guy who was an intense professional. He was calling each shot, pointing at the walls it would bounc eoff of and hopping the cue ball over others. As&amp;nbsp;Jay was doing that, I was talking to Ibster and realize dthat he wasn't feeling comfortable in the whole 'Crobar' setting. I told Mack and Mack, Jay and Ibster went outside. We waited a bit until we learned that they had been carded at the door and were trapped outside along with Cinder who was carded buying a pitcher of beer. Our men were dropping like flies. They tried getting in but were threated with exultation. Meanwhile, the res tof us were watching the bands play, the firs tone Bbeing called 'Sounds Alright' sounded alright, sounding alright. They covered Untiy by Operation Ivy, and that was like the highligh tof their performance for me. Oh, also durin gone song there was some skanking but Butters missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Elyse and her cousin Steph had arrived and were with some guy called Steve. The next band, Protocol cam eon, a metal band with long songs. They covered War Pigs by Black Sabbath, (One of Mack's favourite songs lol) and got everyone rowdy by going "This is a punk vs Metal show and no ones moshing...what the fuck?" They had a funky song with cool bass a song with intense drums and I saw that Tin and Butters were learnnig form their intricate techniques. Once they went off, Elyse was pretty drunk. She offered to get me my first tequila shot and we shot together. The next band we didn't relaly lsiten to but they covered a song I heard before which was interesting.&amp;nbsp; Elyse told me it was no fun being drunk by herself so I ordered a pitcher for myself and we moshed with eachother for Set to Kill. I got punche din the face, hit in the jaw and got my toe screwed up. It was fun. Aww...we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our small group consisting of Butters, Shtoiffen and I took the metro and bus along with Elyse, Steph and Scott. For the whole rid eI was feeling pretty good an confidant and wa sable to have some pretty interesting conversation with Elyse and Steph which is always fun. I find that when I'm slightly drunk I get the confidence to tlak to people I'd normally b eintimidated to tlak toor to people I just normally wouldn't associate myself with. I wan tto transfer this into my non-drunken self. I will focus on this in the future as I&amp;nbsp;have been focusing on it in the past. We arrived at our stop and walked for like an hour to get to Cinder's new house, which is where we were to sleep. I walked down the road singing loudly pretty much the whole way there. Once there, I ha dsome pretty 'meaningless' conversation with Makc who wasn't in the bes tof moods. I hear dhtat Ibster wasn't feeling great either. We talked about nihilism&amp;nbsp; and about how we look atourselves and about meanings in life. I went to bed at like 4. This next weekend, I believe there's a Strike Anywhere show at Underworld. I wish to go- I love these quests with&amp;nbsp;a passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-1917639408418793539?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/1917639408418793539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/crobar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/1917639408418793539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/1917639408418793539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/crobar.html' title='Crobar'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-5348212255629928963</id><published>2010-06-11T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:26:43.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, Bloody Saturday</title><content type='html'>So a few things have happened recently. I don't know if I've mentioned this but KBCF's new strategy for getting our shit together is that we'll each choose a song to cover then we will all have to play the songs selected. I believe that this is a really good strategy cuz we all ge tto put our input intot he band's sound. But I don't know what song I'll pick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Bloody Sunday- U2&lt;br /&gt;Lips of an Angel- Hinder&lt;br /&gt;She Looks To Me- RHCP&lt;br /&gt;Ballroom Blitz- Sweet&lt;br /&gt;When You Were Young- Killers&lt;br /&gt;Between The Lines- Stone Temnple Pilots&lt;br /&gt;or I can try to persuad eeveryone to let me teach them one of my songs, which would be cool. I'd need to at least do SOME tabbing first though. I'd probably choose Take My Body. The whole point of my song choices is to add variety to our setlist. Id like to see some alternative or rock, its not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be discussed in greater detail tomorrow, Saturday, at band practice. This practice is gonna be at Bluejay's (His parents sont partis) and guess who our surprise guest will be. OMG who???? Ibster! Yay! We'll try our best to finish A Future and we'll work on other stuff probably. I'm so glad to be seeing Ibster. All summer I wanna have fun in the sun with him. I wanna go to Butter's cabin with him, I wanna have sex with him, go to prom with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice, we're ehading down to the infamous Crobar with like 12 other people and&amp;nbsp;seeing Set to Killw hile doing other bar-related activities. It'll be awesome as usual. I just hope the people there don't think we look like a bunch of total N00bs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we'll go back to Bluejay's and hav ean awesome time no matter what anyone says. We'll tell Ibster about our great times and I'll sleep with him possibly. We can also play the Satan's Cum game. It shall be an awesome night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-5348212255629928963?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/5348212255629928963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/saturday-bloody-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5348212255629928963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5348212255629928963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/saturday-bloody-saturday.html' title='Saturday, Bloody Saturday'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2388440545147751819</id><published>2010-06-06T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:36:07.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hymn To All My Heroes</title><content type='html'>So today I went to Cinder's house to study for the final amth exam tomorrow. I lost all my math stuff so I'm moooching off him for notes. Anyways musically, our band still doens't know what direction to go in. I just want to conserve it and make sure it doesn't fall apart right now, with everyone's different music opinions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like a 1 minute long song I wrote, lol I just felt like posting a song cause I haven't for a while. Short songs are cool cause I find they're more cryptic and the listeniner cna imagine what the few lyrics mean and they can use their imaginations a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hymn To All My Heroes&amp;nbsp; (Post/Hardcore/ Punk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by, people change&lt;br /&gt;Friends get lost, its all the same&lt;br /&gt;Heroes fall, people call&lt;br /&gt;The game of life, it claims us all&lt;br /&gt;Why are we only remembered when we're dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People die to save themselves&lt;br /&gt;People die to save everyone else&lt;br /&gt;But in the end we all die&lt;br /&gt;Why do we even waste tears to cry?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we only remembered when we're dead?&lt;br /&gt;Who is it who puts a value on our heads?&lt;br /&gt;This is a hymn to all my heroes&lt;br /&gt;You will always be reknown in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2388440545147751819?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2388440545147751819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/hymn-to-all-my-heroes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2388440545147751819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2388440545147751819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/hymn-to-all-my-heroes.html' title='A Hymn To All My Heroes'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-5999676224727956938</id><published>2010-06-03T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:43:05.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egos and Outcasts</title><content type='html'>Today i had lot sof things to say so I divided my stuff into two posts. This is number 2. Today I was approached by Mack who happened to notice that I have a big ego and that i always want things to go my way. This is very true. I&amp;nbsp;probably don't seem like the person if you don't know me closely but I thikn very highly of myself and I do have a big ego. I dunno why, I just feel like sometimes I can do all kinds of shit that on one else can do cause they don't try or cause theyre incompetant or cause they just can't. Maybe everyone feels this way lol? I dunno. See "Arlington National Cemetary" for details. That songs about how I often can't make up my mind about what I thikn about myself and about how I often feel highly about my opinions and my abilities. I find that when I'm good at something (Drama, Writing music, etc.) I really want it to be my way or the highway a lot of the time. And I get fed up if it doesn't go my way cause I feel that my ways a&amp;nbsp; lot better. I dunno- cause I find that when I actually manage to push my opinion into something I'm passionate about it does usually work out really well, maybe that's why I feel this way? I guess that's a typicla trait of being a singer in a band- being full of yourself. At least I admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of this post is really about the idea of 'acceptance.' The funny thing that I noticed about acceptance is that you're acceped until you act in a way showing that you feel unaccepted. Take this example: You're going downtown with a friend when he meets with some of his friends, people that you'v enever met before. They all start talking. This is a very common scenario. You could a) join the conversation, offer input and try to feel accepted or b) sit on the curb and wait for your friend to come back to you. What some people don't know is that right form the start here, whne you first meet these people, you start off accepted. It's not until you isolate yourself and put up an image of yourself as an antisocialite that you become less accepted and more ignored. From the start, you can make your friend's friends love you and think you're awesome simply by tuning into what they're tlaking about and offering up personal experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol since when am I one to talk about being social. Whatever, its something that I've been trying a lot more lately to make new friends, form new connections and get more experiences under my belt. Be the new friends potheads, metalheads, cool kids, uncool kids, or little kids, it's jsut good to get yourself into what they're talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-5999676224727956938?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/5999676224727956938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/egos-and-outcasts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5999676224727956938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5999676224727956938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/egos-and-outcasts.html' title='Egos and Outcasts'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-1125641252462664085</id><published>2010-06-03T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:29:30.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibster</title><content type='html'>So our good friend Ibster migh tbe coming down for prom. I am oh so excited. We haven't seen him for a while, him living in Florida and all. He should be coming down- next week I think? We will most definitly have fun fun fun in the sun. He's coming down on the 10th and the day after, there's a pool party. The day after that, a Set To Kill concert at Crobar, tehawesomest place ever. He'll definitly come on both these adventures. There's also a party that we'll probably organzie while he's up here in Canada involving lots of Satan's Cum, cake for Mack (It'll be a mack fat party/ ibster party) and lots of laughs wit hone of my greatest friends. Afte rthat there's prom where we'll hopefull get him to sit at our table, and a possible camping trip to Butter's family cottage. Things are definitly looking up, now that schools almost done. This year's been great and tomorrow's the last day before exams. I hope to get a souvenir form everyone i can and sign everyone's names onto a Grad shirt I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that when Ibster comes down, everything goes great. Things have already been going well, in the band department, school department, social department and girl department lately. He'll just make things all the better. Damn he's great. I really hope prom goes well, I don't relaly have plans for after yet when I definitly should. I'm probly going to Mack's beforehand, then going there, eating, maybe asking someone to dance and then saying my goodbyes. I'll probably go to Crobar after with some people or something of that sort and I'll try to find other fun things to do after. I've been banished form Sajedis party which is too bad but I'll manage. Troop out party pplz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I hope to go camping with my friends asap, I thikn it would just be awesome. I have some songs that I thikn would be awesome to play- I hope Mack can learn acoustic guitar. I can teach him Pulse or another song I made called "A Campfire Song about my friends" in which Ibster&amp;nbsp;is mentioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-1125641252462664085?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/1125641252462664085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/ibster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/1125641252462664085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/1125641252462664085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/06/ibster.html' title='Ibster'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4109491858389568724</id><published>2010-05-29T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T07:44:02.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the Last 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>So during the last two weeks a lot has happened. Just so you know, my blog is basically now a way for me to remember things more than anything- I dont like forgetting stuff. I might post lyrics or stuff but its mostly for my own memory-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Weeked&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday everyone in&amp;nbsp;our grade had a massive water gun fight at the school, resulting in everything being wet. It was really fun and I brought my hubcap shied to school as defense. Afterwards, Mack, Mitz, Manny, Cinder and Elyse and I went to the Point Claire Water tower with the intention of climbing it. once we noticed this would be a fail, we split up, Cinder and I goin gon a journey to a party at some girl called Capello's house. After a whole bunch of running around Pointe Claire and dodging obstacles, we bussed towards the party with Charlie by our side. We got there and had fun. Part of the fun including spilling a beverage all over a girl called Sammy's shirt, playing Thumper&amp;nbsp;and avoiding the 'Pubes' as they call them (the public security) who were around the area. After all the fun, I went to Cinder's to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I woke up bright and early, trekked home and then met Gaby and Elyse at the bus station. We were going downtown. Once we got there, we trekked up mount Royal together, filming exercise videos and killing old ladies along the way. I'm not even kidding. We got to the top, took pictures and then called up Butters who we were gonna meet at the theatre. We were gonna see Shrek 4 and I was very excited. After shopping in a underground band shirt store called Labarynth for metal baby clothes and after going to Simon's where ther eis photographic proof that I tried on a bra, we went to the theatre. Along the way, I bough ta book on yoga and I also bought matching necklaces for Elyse and I. Int the theater we played a failur eof a game of spoons and then saw the movie. Afterwards we went back home on the bus. On the bus we decided to make me the "Plastic King." Elyse mad eme a plastic ring, necklace and earings. The only problem with the earrings is that they frackin hurt and there is video proof of me screaming in pain as random bystanders watched and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I decided I wated to sneak people into my house. I managed to sneak Mitz, Butters, Loveburn, Cinder, Elyse and&amp;nbsp;Gabby. I made a ladder out of tires going up to my kitchen window and they had to climb up it to get in. Some people failed and it was funny. We made strange foods like bacon-garlic subs and we played Risk and Spoons. During Spoons, I managed to take down Loveburn twice which was an accomplishment. However, once we were done, I jumped off his ass and hit my head on a light.I thought I was okay til I looked down on my hands and screamed BLOOD BLOOD! They thought I would have a concussion but I didn't. Butters and Gaby ran to Metro, pickd up Selection Brand Peroxyde for 1.49$ and fixed me up. Once they were done, Elyse started gelling my hair. She said she likes that I cut my own hair cause it makes it all uneven. The Gaby saw what she had done and screamed "You Idiot!" Apparently its a ba didea to gel someone's hair when they have an open wound on their head. Who knew. So they showered me down and filled my garbage cans with bloody cloths. Eventually they left and now Kitty is scared of me because Cinder threw her at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from then to now- Band practice is tomorrow. I'm very excited. We're gonna try to perfect A Future. However, an assload of creative differences are appearing, mostly with Shtoifen and Mack the two guitarists lol. Shtoifen is getting ahead of himself a bit planning out our ep's, our sound and stuff and once said that maybe we should have a band leader. While Mack is more creatively different on a musical level, I dunno I just feel like if you like metal so much maybe you should be in a metal band. I love Mack with a passion and I really want to be his bandmate but he likes hanging out with the metal crown and he can't paly half the shit we want to cause hes around. We need him too though. If he leaves, Shtoifen will leave. I dunno. I just wanna make sure we can paly some different shit. Ima push my music eventually, more rock and alternative stuff and especially more experimental stuff. I know Stefan is pretty open to stuff, as he accepted playing the Bad Touch. We've decided we won't play that song anymore but it just shows that he's not musically annoying and that his opinion on music can contribute.&amp;nbsp; Tin's getting along real well in the band though. I feels the same way as Butters and I about more variety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Mack, Cinder, Butters and I went to Underworld to see Venomenon cause I got a free ticket from Patzi. Some great things came from the night. The first being motivation to work hard as a band. Venomenon really showed some good band techniques such as how to do a big rock ending, cool drum beats and how to get by while not being able to sing and guitar simultaniously. Patzi was there and after the show, we chilled with him and his friends in the band and with others form the scene. Mack and I talked to this guy trying to promote a thrah magazine for a bit and he sold it to us. inside, Venomenon has an article on how to start up a band and there are dates for metal shows coming up. On June&amp;nbsp; 12th i think there's a show at Crobar with Set To Kill and punk bands. I'm so going. So we went back inside Underworld cause we were bored to see Shootdown Order, a violin metal band with elements of ska and funk in their music. I though tthey were so cool and at times I was semi skanking. I bought their ep and we went on our way to find the magical world of Crobar where everyone was going afterwards. We eventually found it. Butters was scared to go in so he left- meanwhile we went in to see that they don't card at all. They just don't care. It's like the craziest plac eon earth. Mack called it his 'second home.' It was just pure awesome. There was a pit about the size of a bedroom with like no stage, the singer bein gon the floor. Every so often, the pit compose dof drunken punks and metalheads would knock down a painting and hav eto put it back up. This palce had better energy tha nUnderworld and there was a constant pit with people piggy backing aroun dinside. The band that was playing was Chicks and Dix, and old school punk band with a girl singer and they got the energy going.As Cinder was hitting on some girl, I ordereda drink with no carding necessary and then Mack and I propped a few people from Underworld and went to the top floor. This place wa shte mos tintimate plac eI've ever seen, I wanted to live there. I thre were no doors to the bahtrooms, you could see people pissing, surrounded by graffiti. We emerged on the top floor, which was some sort of rooftop where everyone was just chilling. I went back down to see Cinder and Mash a bit more and then we had to leave. Boo Hoo. So I slept at Cinder's and now I'm awake, afte rtravelling form Pointe Claire to DDO by bus. I hope to do something fun today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4109491858389568724?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4109491858389568724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/update-on-last-2-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4109491858389568724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4109491858389568724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/update-on-last-2-weeks.html' title='Update on the Last 2 weeks'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-809336920232900711</id><published>2010-05-19T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:27:06.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Future</title><content type='html'>This is sof ar, to my knowledge KBCF's first song. Pretty gloomy and stuff, later stuff will be less gloomy, but this song's cool. I had to fit the lyrics with what the song sounded like- it sounded gloomy and doomy. So the songs about an old guy looking back on his life and wishing that he could have done something more in his youth. He regrets everything he did and is. He realizes that he can't think like young people any more and that society has destroyed him and has tied him down. I planned out the melodies and stuff and I kind of have a vision on the whole arrangement. The song also for some reason has some sort of bluesy, countryish thing about it, its weird- so I added some country stuff like "I Reckon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Future-----KBCF 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum intro 2 measures&lt;br /&gt;Main riff two measures&lt;br /&gt;Main riff with other guitarist screeching, slow soloing 4 measures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie me up- tie me to a sinking ship&lt;br /&gt;Use the anchor's chains to bind my hands&lt;br /&gt;Just tie me up- And maybe as the world turns&lt;br /&gt;I can go back and change who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tied me up- to a future&lt;br /&gt;A future where my mind is dull and slowly sinking down KAKA&lt;br /&gt;So tie me up- Cause I'm feelin sick&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not tied now I might tie myself later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1:&lt;br /&gt;Drum beat changes, guitars stop their riffs, bass gets a cool riff, one guitar goes high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that I should take some pills- I'd laugh if I were young again HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;But unhappiness has made me ill so I'll take them and get back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High guitar spirals down intot he main riff again, riff goes for 2 measures with a KAKAKAKA then vocals come in- once vocals come in, guitar dissappears, just bass and drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie me up- Tie me up and fuck the world&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting older and my backs in pain &lt;br /&gt;The sky looks grey- same as every day&lt;br /&gt;But I dare ya to peek inside my brain HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guitars come in with a heavy vengeance)&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me bad- you hurt me bad long time&lt;br /&gt;I know I probly should forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;So tie me up- time me for the good of God&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a catalyst of empty regret KAKAKAKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that its a midlife crisis- Then why's this life so lifeless?&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like those pills right now, before you know it they'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riff comes back in, Mack and Stefan do a kind of slow, gloomy solo trade off as I go KAKAKAKA, HAHAHAHA and tie me up.... then the guitars band together for some power chords bringing us into the next part. Throughout this next part, guitars do the main riff, drummer solos, bassist does chorus riff- It's significantly more powerful than the choruses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that i should try to stay calm- the world aint in the palm of my hand&lt;br /&gt;I recon that I'm goin insane cause I've lost sight of who I am&lt;br /&gt;I think I oughta shed some blood- so tie me up and take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;As the pills begin to take effect this future is no longer real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part degenerates into the main riff- 8 measures of main riffage, minor soloing between guitarists. I say t-t-t-tie me up and KAKAKA and HAHAHAHA a few times. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASS SOLO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song ends with a bass solo from Tin and a final che-che-che-che from the drums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-809336920232900711?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/809336920232900711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/809336920232900711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/809336920232900711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/future.html' title='A Future'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3848326536019760492</id><published>2010-05-16T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:49:01.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blood Alcohol Level is 69%- My favourite number!</title><content type='html'>So first band practice with Tin was today. Hoorah. The practice started off with not much getting accomplished. I made some snacks, we taught Tin White Minority, Tin's really cool. I made some snacks. So far my Mack's house snacks are-&lt;br /&gt;Homemade lemonade-&lt;br /&gt;Water, Lemon Juice, sugar&lt;br /&gt;Juicy Drops-&lt;br /&gt;Realfruit gummy candies, lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;Good rice cakes-&lt;br /&gt;Rice cakes, salt&lt;br /&gt;Peanut choco cookies-&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butter, chocolate chip cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my recipes will rule the wold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After munching and a lot of arguing over what we should learn to play, &amp;nbsp;we started coming up with a song. It was slow and heavy and kind of reminded me of Black Sabbath and Godsmack having a baby. Not all our songs will be this way, and this is kind of a weird firs tsong, but at least we have a start. It was great to hear us finally come together in unison to make something that doesnt sound terrible. And it was grea tto only be on vocals, I could focus so much more on lyrics, hooks, directing the drums, actions. It was fun. This song will be worked on for the next little bit. Its a slow kinda song that reminds me of a depressed kid walking through a park on a cloudy day.&amp;nbsp; I'll come up with the lyrics/ title now. It wtarts with me, talking like&amp;nbsp;a redneck saying "My Blood Alcohol Level is 69%- My favourite number!" and ends with pyrotechnics. Sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3848326536019760492?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3848326536019760492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-blood-alcohol-level-is-69-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3848326536019760492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3848326536019760492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-blood-alcohol-level-is-69-my.html' title='My Blood Alcohol Level is 69%- My favourite number!'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6414485191186923154</id><published>2010-05-11T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:58:56.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress.....the progress.....TRADITION!!!</title><content type='html'>So today progress was mad ein the whole band thing. Actually progress has been being made lately for the band thing. Like last weekend, we started writing a song, "Walking through the park with a metalhead" and we got Stefen to play a rap-rock song. Now, we have probably officially recruited a new bassist into our band. The almighty Tin. Tin is lithuanian. He has been in two bands prior, albeit an ac/dc cover band then another band that sounded kinda similar, but still 2 other bands. And he's cool and a good bassist. Hell of a lot better than me. We can paly a song with 2 basses lol. But generally I will be releived from standing still, multitasking between singing/bass. Now I can focus on the crowd, building energy and coming up with KBCF trademark things that happen at shows. This is epic. If that's not enough, he's prett ydamn open musically. He kind of adds something we needed. He adds a classic rock/emo/more punk/more metal/ more other stuff feel to our band. I bet he's down for a band with all different music styles. We're freaking australia, all different races in our little band. It's awesome. To make him feel at home I feel we should focus next on a band he knows well, which is why I propose Generator by Bad Religion, a song I know well with cool parts on every instrument and with lots of energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6414485191186923154?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6414485191186923154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/progressthe-progresstradition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6414485191186923154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6414485191186923154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/progressthe-progresstradition.html' title='Progress.....the progress.....TRADITION!!!'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-7737323170275421130</id><published>2010-05-08T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:36:48.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing as today looks Crappy...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;This songs slow and sad and it reminds me of staying inside on rainy days, thinking. Sometimes its easier to think when its rainy and when you have lots of time compared to when its sunny and you're busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey----Alternative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks, people suck- I see them out there in the sun&lt;br /&gt;While in the dark I mark another day with no one&lt;br /&gt;I pick up a pen, my only friend- Someone I don't reprimand&lt;br /&gt;I feel concealed, please reveal someone who they'll understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen teardrops on the blankets, I'ts like you've never even cried at all&lt;br /&gt;You stack yourself up so high, you smash your hope up when you fall&lt;br /&gt;I need an invitation to set myself free&lt;br /&gt;Please God help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna feel so sad, don't wanna feel so mad&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm gonna stay at home&lt;br /&gt;The world behind these walls, I can hear it call&lt;br /&gt;But I just wanna be left here alone in my thinking time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the world, I ponder everything&lt;br /&gt;I think about joy sometimes and how it's&lt;br /&gt;Always a step away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen teardrops on the blankets, you've been crying here all day&lt;br /&gt;It feels like some kind of movie, cause now the sky is turning grey&lt;br /&gt;Another invitation to set myself free&lt;br /&gt;I lack the motivation of living to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my thinking time - I'm so vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;In my thinking time- The world slows down&lt;br /&gt;In my thinking time- I can escape&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I'm gonna stay at home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-7737323170275421130?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7737323170275421130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/seeing-as-today-looks-crappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7737323170275421130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7737323170275421130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/seeing-as-today-looks-crappy.html' title='Seeing as today looks Crappy...'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2046736058000504382</id><published>2010-05-06T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:53:08.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3-2 Habs</title><content type='html'>So tonight I went to my second habs party. This time it was at Mitz's house and it wa scool too. So I showed up at like 6:30 and right away, Mack, Tin and I proceeded to have a 'who can eat a pogo more sensually contest.' I won. After this maginificent feat, Elise arrived and we started watching the game. Elise knew as little about hockey a I did and she too was surprised to learn that in hockey there is no half-time.&lt;br /&gt;So eventially after some screwing around including dropping almonds into a bowl of mustard and unintentailly giving Gaby and Elise a pedo-face, the game ended. We decided to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rna onto the street without our shoes on and Elise, Gaby and I palyed duck duck goose on the street and hardcore danced. It was fun and I showed them how to do a crappy skank. We then noticed Butters driving his car, clearly trying to run us over. So we made a zombie wall and then scattered. We ran into a little part and Elise started showing me how to climb a tree.&amp;nbsp;Loveburn boosted me up and I got onto a branch. however, then it was 'the hard part' as Elise said. I called for Butter's help and I fell onto his back, grabbing my hands into his face and knocking us both onto the ground. We got bored of trees and all tried to fit in Butter's car to no avail. I was jammed in the trunk with Loveburn and Elise. We went back to Mitz's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I tried to stow away in Mack's car a shis dad was leaving but he noticed me. Damn. Next time. Once Mack was gone, I noticed somke in the air. We followed the smoke to a burning, flaming, scorching car with a Habs flag on it. A fire truck was dousing the flames. We watched for a bit then went back. Butters, Loveburn and I eventually decided it was time to leave and we left and dropped Loveburn off. I decided at this point tha tthe fun wasn't over and I called up cinder and we picked him up. He directed us tot he new house his mom was gonna buy and he told us about how he wa sthinking about organizing a party for prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be sweet if he got a prom party. All my other options have been being screwed up. Sajedi organize da hotel party buty I wasn't invited. There was a plan to go to Tremblant but that failed. Cinder is hoping to get th epeople from the failed Tremblant trip to come to his villa. It would be sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2046736058000504382?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2046736058000504382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-2-habs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2046736058000504382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2046736058000504382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-2-habs.html' title='3-2 Habs'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4712149398055077299</id><published>2010-05-01T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:42:50.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3-6 Pittsburg</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I accomplished one of my lifelong goals of going to a hockey party. Me, Stefan, Butters, Cinderblock and Mack went over to our friend Benneters house. He really didn't expect to see so many people and there ended up being like 24 people at his house when he expected 10. It wa spretty hilarious to see how chilled out he was about there being too many people. he was just like, don't drink all my dad's beer, don't make too much noise and you can all stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watched the hockey game together with a bunch of other random people from school while eating, talking and drinking. At one point I wanted to leave a message to tell my dad what was going on. I told him I was at Mack's house cuz I didn't want him to know I was going to some random hockey party. So I went into the bahtroom to call him. Just as I started calling, Bennete rwalke dinto the bathroom and on the phone I was like "Hey dad, I'm at Adam's- Hello Benneter! Yeah, my friend benneter's here- So call here...Actually, don't call here. I'll call you! Bye." It was funny. &lt;br /&gt;So we watched Montreal lose as we ate a big cake and as I got to be part of Quebecois culture. Cool. Afterwards we went to a park where Cinderblcok almosr crushed our comerade Julia during a 20 person game of sandman. Generally a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Mack and I just walked around D.D.O in the grey talking. it was fun. He wanted to sleep. Afterwards we had a bubble fight. Hey- someone egged his basketball net last night and tippe dit over, breaking the backboard. His neighbour thinks it wa sus. probably cuz he saw us sneaking out last night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4712149398055077299?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4712149398055077299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-6-pittsburg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4712149398055077299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4712149398055077299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-6-pittsburg.html' title='3-6 Pittsburg'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6315355108706645470</id><published>2010-04-25T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:28:30.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skittlecore</title><content type='html'>Definition: Metal/Hardcore/Ska Hybrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went to an awesome Ska show headlined by the flatliners. &lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: What's ska, brah?&lt;br /&gt;I'ts like reggaey rock/ punk. &lt;br /&gt;You skank to ska. It's pretty much retarded awesome dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, me and Rannik went on a quest hoping to buy tickets for the show last night. We got dropped off at the Pointe Claire pool where Rannik went in to go to the bathroom. However, we had to leave because Rannik ended up looknig like a pervert going into three different stalls and seeing three different kids peeing. Stall one, stall 2, stall 3, lets run! We must have looked really weird. So we ended up at underworld and got our tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As soon as we got in, we wnet to the merch table to see what Flatliners stuff they had. I gave a 5$ bill to Rannik to buy a shirt but it turned out that there were none he wanted so he gave me my money back. The astounding thing was when he put it in my hand, it was rippe din half. Like in two pieces. I started screaming at him. That's when the merch guy for th eopening band, The Inside Riot, saw our situation and was like, hey..I'll take your 5 dollars. I love punk shows cuz all&amp;nbsp;the people are dirt poor and just looking for a bit of money. They're real people. So I gave him the 5 dollars and he let me pick one of his 5 dollar shirts (He had 5 dollar shirts and 10 dollar shirts) so I picked the one I wanted, an dhe didnt have it in my size. So, he gave me a 10 dollar one instead. So naturally I started complimenting him and we had a pretty long discussion. He was telling me about where he gets his band shirts and he gave me thier calling card, and he was telling me about an after party. Anyways, he said I was awesome&amp;nbsp;and gave me a kettle so I decided to buy a bnad pin for 2$. He gave me two. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Next I went to the Flatliner merch guy. He had demos of all his stuff under a layer of tape on the table&amp;nbsp;like Stickers, albums and band pins.&amp;nbsp;A sign said 'free shotglass for every purchase.'&amp;nbsp; So I told him I'd give him a dollar for a pin. He didn't have any pins left except for the demos so he borrowed his friend's keys and ripped the tpae laye roff the table and gave me both pins for free and a shotglass. I put all that stuff in my punk kettle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; So the show started and the Inside Riot was up first, the band the guy I was talking to is from. They wer epretty good. Then the Cobra Skulls went up. They were good too and I noticed something weird. Some people were moshing but some poeple were doing fiunny dances in the pit. Those stinky ska kids were skanking! It was really funny. They alos had a song called the Preacher and the Manwhore. &amp;nbsp;Next Broadway Calls went up. They were okay for their genre, but their genre was pop punk/ emo. They dedicated 3 songs to the flatliners. Then the flatliners came up. Last time i saw the flatliners, they were pretty bad. But this time, before thier set, they adjusted allt he mics for like 10 minutes and they sounded really kick-ass. Everyone started going crazy. Some people were skanking, some were moshing, it was awesome. At times, it was the best moshing I've ever done and at other times I was so tired and everyone was collapsing form the heat and from the tiring skank-moshing. One guy was a beast in the pit and he had a shirt that said 'Like A Fucking Atom Bomb' and just beat the shats out of everyone.&amp;nbsp;The Flatliners told everyone that they were gonna get black-out drukn at the after party.&amp;nbsp;It's too bad we couldn't go&amp;nbsp; take shots with the&amp;nbsp;Flatliners..&amp;nbsp;I love punk concerts, and underground punk concerts are the place to go if you wnant a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; So we left and I picked up my kettle of goods and we got a slushie and we saw all the stinky ska kids getting baked. What a stereotype lol. Sow e got on the 211 and stood up next to some random girl. Behind us, I could hear allt he ska kids sinigng along to Rancid and Sublime all along the way. At one point, one of&amp;nbsp;the high ska-girls&amp;nbsp;came over to me and Rannik and started talking to us. She asked us where we were gonig and we said Pointe Claire and she started trying to get me togehter with the girl who was standing next to me, who's name turned out to be Stephanie. Apparently Steph had a boyfirend already with a big mohawk and the girls started talking about how they know Steph's boyfirned and about other guys with mohawks. Eventually high girl started going thorugh my kettle. Ske saw my inside riot pin and was like OH MY GAWWD! I NEED TO GIV ETIHS TO MY FRIEND, SHE LOVES RIOTS!!!! So she took my pin and in return put a cigarette in my kettle. She then introduced me to her other friend and we keft. I said see you soon then corrected myself because I'll never see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Rannik's bro, Fro picked us up in his car which he just recently got from my Mom. The brakes don't work and the headlights don't work. He was telling us about how he just took 3 cases of beer bottles from the trunk when the cops pulled us over. Guess what Fro forgot to bring driving with him. His license AND registration. The officer came to the car, seeing me suspiciously holding my kettle, seeing no&amp;nbsp;headlights, and with me&amp;nbsp;and Rannik smelling like pot-smoking ska kids&amp;nbsp;and started questioning Fro. Fro was hesitant with his answers and the cop asked him if he'd been drinknig. He said no and the cop checked on his computer some stuff. Then he just let us go. That was pretty unfortuante. But imagine if Fro would have kept those bottles in his car. That wouldn't look to good. So we went over to their house and fell asleep. The end. Awesome night. I love these concerts so much, each one's an adventure. I want to create these concerts. I love how in these typees of concerts, you can just chat to the bands before and after they go on stage and suggest songs and party with the bands. It's great. Underground shows foeva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6315355108706645470?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6315355108706645470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/04/skittlecore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6315355108706645470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6315355108706645470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/04/skittlecore.html' title='Skittlecore'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2352813805356840262</id><published>2010-04-18T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:07:48.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Solution</title><content type='html'>Temporary Solution&amp;nbsp; - Melodic Hardcore, Polarbear Clubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself a temporary solution to who I am&lt;br /&gt;I've left this world so unfurled and now I feel like diving down&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I should be someone, somewhere else but now&lt;br /&gt;But Ima wait patiently for a little bit longer then the world will bring me round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that this pseudo science is nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Than nothing that i've seen before&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna spread my wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I set myself up with&amp;nbsp;the temporary commitment of losing myslef&lt;br /&gt;I'll put on a mask as my terrorist plans hide safe behind my shelf&lt;br /&gt;And soon enough, I'll be tough and this 747's going down&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving it around, next stop no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that chances are we're going down&lt;br /&gt;This'll never work out&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna die&lt;br /&gt;And I know that this pseudo science is nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Than nothing that I've seen before&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spread my wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are you to send me three squares back&lt;br /&gt;And make me have a heart attack &lt;br /&gt;I'm not dying by anyone else but me&lt;br /&gt;And the eyes are watching silently&lt;br /&gt;As I suffer voluntarily&lt;br /&gt;And as I cut myself to learn how to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, we'll be good enough&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough I'll be strong enough&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough I'll grow older, I don't wanna leave this chance behind&lt;br /&gt;And I know that chances are we're going down&lt;br /&gt;This'll never work out&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna die&lt;br /&gt;And I know that this pseudo science is nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Than nothing that I've seen before&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spread my wings and fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2352813805356840262?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2352813805356840262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/04/temporary-solution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2352813805356840262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2352813805356840262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/04/temporary-solution.html' title='Temporary Solution'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4423231377649926764</id><published>2010-04-18T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:50:39.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Is Like Flogging only Less Violent</title><content type='html'>So I haven't put up a post in a while so I'll do that. Lol that's how every post nowadays starts. Thats pretty much thr motivation to post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had band practice with the rest of KBCF and I think its's safe to say that even if we're not a good band, we're still a band. So that's off my bucket list. I hope we actually get somewhere and figure ourselves out. In September, our friend Tin is having a band thing and if we send in a video of us playing, he might let us play. &lt;br /&gt;So today we worked on Maze of Consumerism and it's looking pretty good. Not exactly how I anticipated but not bad. I hope maybe we get around to more of my songs, all this metal makes me sick. I just listen to the soloing for a bit and I just want something more emotionally connecting or just different. I wouldn't mind if we had a nice variation of music; that'ld be cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rannik has a Blog and he's following me and I'm following him. that's pretty awesome. I wonder if he'll run out of stuff to talk about and give up his blog like everyone else lol? I'm currently working on some more songs, every week I seem to have a new one, and Rannik's working on a song too. I hope we cna get together at some point and figure out a little somethin somethin musically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Look up Ann Coulter on Youtube, she is a dumb broad in every way and after watching her for a while, if you understand politics and morals and other important things in the world of society, you will be like 'what?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4423231377649926764?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4423231377649926764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogging-is-like-flogging-only-less.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4423231377649926764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4423231377649926764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogging-is-like-flogging-only-less.html' title='Blogging Is Like Flogging only Less Violent'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-5624295209643307871</id><published>2010-04-11T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:38:12.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arlington National Cemetary</title><content type='html'>So we're back from New York! Yay! And more importantly, Ibster just came down to visit us (why'd I say down, he's from Florida). Whatever. We had an awesome night and played a fun card game that we made up as&amp;nbsp;nous avons buver. Wow that's terrible french grammar. It wa sawesome and now I'm uploading pictures from uor trip as my mom nags me to get a job. Most of the pictures we got were either of funny signs or retarded stuff we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm posting a new song this week that I actually thought up in Washington while in the Arlington National Cemetary. It's pretty deep and stuff and expresses a bit of my thoughts. It's kinda in the style of a train of thought.&amp;nbsp;It's kinda Rise Againsty but slower and heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arlington National Cemetary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grave upon grave, row upon row&lt;br /&gt;Men and women together below&lt;br /&gt;As people sit here and rate their lives&lt;br /&gt;In stone and prestige and in empty lies&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and wonder as people take pictures&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, laughing and running around&lt;br /&gt;In a few years they'll be in the ground&lt;br /&gt;Will I really do what I need to do?&lt;br /&gt;Are my best intentions pure and true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And I will go high on the rock when I die&lt;br /&gt;People greet me with gifts from below&lt;br /&gt;And in fields of green I see white sheep lining up row upon row&lt;br /&gt;I will be alone, sometimes I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;Even after death I won't have a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown soldiers now marked by numbers&lt;br /&gt;Give them flowers til you forget&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what they fought for anymore?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I dunno, I really dunno&lt;br /&gt;My friends assume things, my friends know things&lt;br /&gt;But I'm always somewhere else like now&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look to the sky and I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I've killed myself&lt;br /&gt;And how will I feel when I'm forty, distorted by time and the flowery graves&lt;br /&gt;Will I water my gardens so hardened and not even bother with who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus, solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lied, I don't wanna go high on the rock&lt;br /&gt;Why should I, I'm just like you&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel disconnected like now&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I really dunno&lt;br /&gt;I buried myself long ago&lt;br /&gt;But I always strive for something more&lt;br /&gt;I feel like desicration's inevitable and even so&lt;br /&gt;My tomb's still a dark place to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be free, set me free&lt;br /&gt;Or the dead&amp;nbsp;could walk tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel surrounded, sometimes I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like the world let me down, Sometimes I feel like i don't even care&lt;br /&gt;I will go high on the rock when I die&lt;br /&gt;People bring my gifts from below&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I really don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-5624295209643307871?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/5624295209643307871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/04/arlington-national-cemetary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5624295209643307871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5624295209643307871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/04/arlington-national-cemetary.html' title='Arlington National Cemetary'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-8049964013355599811</id><published>2010-03-24T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:33:49.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Post...</title><content type='html'>is a distraction to make sure the rapist doesn't read any of my other posts and learn any of my personal information. If he goes beyong this point, he will be shot by laser bullets made out of plasmatic steel found within amber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-8049964013355599811?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8049964013355599811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8049964013355599811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8049964013355599811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-post.html' title='This Post...'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-496282022372623487</id><published>2010-03-24T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:34:57.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blade of grass through the retina</title><content type='html'>So everybody, if there's anyone who actually reads my blog, look at my followers list. Yes there is a new guy called C probably reading this post right now. So because of this new random addition, I will have to re-establish our codenames, which I'v ebeen leniant with for the last while to make sure he doesn't trap us down, skin us, and rape our pulsing corpses with a steak knife. So Josh, you're Loveburn, Ryan, you're Butters, Adam, you're Mack. And I'm me. kim Woo is still Kim Woo and she will still get raped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you click on this guys blogger profile, he's met actors like Chris Rock and a whole bunch of other ones I forget. That's pretty cool. His Blog is ont hings he finds weird and interesting like demons and cool crpa like htat. Mack should find that interesting as he's a devil worshipper and he has physically held Satan's Phallis. Ask him and he won't deny that he drank Satan's cum. Oh shit now I gotta keep up my censoring, f**king s**t. Anyways, I have nothing else to say. Sorry my title is completely incoherant. You might have been expecting to see some cool pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-496282022372623487?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/496282022372623487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/03/blade-of-glass-through-retina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/496282022372623487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/496282022372623487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/03/blade-of-glass-through-retina.html' title='A blade of grass through the retina'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4178255370506348159</id><published>2010-03-21T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:29:05.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Blogger Standing</title><content type='html'>This post is gonna be a big creation mad eup of what has been don eover the last few weeks. I wanna stay all this stuff kinda as a memory aid so I don't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,&amp;nbsp; During March break, after the concert,&amp;nbsp;Loveburn had his birthday party. I sang him a birthday song which he thought was really awesome and we had like a 10 person game of 'the game of things' which, true to its name, is a dirty game. Me and Josh then had an epic duet for the song 'Tribute' by Tenacious D and we palyed some videogames. I woke up to the sond of his brother screaming "ITS A QUARTER PAST NINE!" &lt;br /&gt;We then went to make a surprise birthday party for Butters. Actually.. that was before Loveburns.. hmm. So we all showed up at our friend Jenn's house and tried to surprise him. Sadly he knew what was going on but it was still fun allt he same. We went downtown, had an epic laserquest battle where Loveburn beat down a random kid and where we put hi-lighters all over ourselves. We then went tot he three amigos where we ate diarreah food and drank tasty girly drinks. Hill mad eup a song called 'My head hurts right now but only a little bit."&lt;br /&gt;Fudge, I don't remember anything else from March Break that I haven't already said...&lt;br /&gt;So this Friday, for Grad Bowling, my team of Tamato, Cinderblock, Mack, Mitz and I dressed up like medievel nights and we bowled. Everyone was freaked out. I was the trusty witch and I had the power to push the ball away from gutters. Mack was the balanced soldier, Tamato was the jester and Cinder was the superpowered crappy accuracy guy. He spun in a circle and launched his ball and smashed the gutter. A pipe flew out and he consider sit now to be his prize. Mitz's game name was 'Wench."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty damn interesting day. I'll drag you along. So shtoiffen and I went to Mack's hous eto work on a CW projec tand to play our instruments. This wa sour second band practice. First time wa sover March break where Butters was with us and we made up a pretty cool song that went nowhere. This time we decided we'd try to learn 'Maze of Consumerism.' It went pretty well although w enever actually played it. In my opinion, the riff was a little fast compared to the vocals&amp;nbsp; and the two guitars made it kinda noisy but whatever. It would hav ebeen bette rif Butters was around because then we would have had a beat but he had to do homework and his brother broke his bass pedal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played for a bit then Shtoiffen left and Mack and I started doing our project. I showed Mack the video I made for math with some friends which is absolutely awesome. We then started looking up crap for the project and came across 'the penis festival,' a festival in Japan where people worship a giant penis and children eat penis shaped candies and carry around red penis things. I then got the word that I could lseep ove rand once everyone went to bed, we devised a plan. We were gonna leave this house and go somewhere. We didn't know where but we knew we wanted to go somewhere. So we stuffed our pockets with rice crspies squares and snuck out the basement window. We wished Butters was there with us. He would have thought this wa sawesome. We ran down to Guzzo and decided to call him. He wouldn't pick up. So we tried to buy some beer. Mck went into a convenient store (he looks older than me) and asked for some beer. He wasn't allowed though since it was past 11. We didn't want this to be the end of our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So we went back to Macks house, getting there at like 12:37 and we called up Cinderblock. He said he wasn't available cuz he had stuff to do in the morning and cuz he'd have to snaeak past his mom. So he asked his mom and for some reason he was allowed to come. Since busses stop running at 1, we had to hurry. We told him we'd meet him at Fairview. After waiting for a bus forever, we hopped on the 215 and met Phoenix at Fairview who got dropped off by his mom. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It went like this. "hey."........"What the fuck are we gonna do now?" So we walked around the Fairview area for like 2 and a half hours just talking. We tried to contact Cinder's cousin who was in McKibbons but we couldn't reach him. So we went to a drive through, watched the employees doing nothing and we walked to the Manoir, just talking. Eventually, Cinder had to go and we left on a hour long walk back to D.D.O. We walked in the centre of the service road back to Mack's house, as there were no cars anymore. We just walked in the centre of the street until we got back. We then snuck in through his window, played COD MW2 for a bit and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go do homework cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4178255370506348159?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4178255370506348159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/03/lst-blogger-standing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4178255370506348159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4178255370506348159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/03/lst-blogger-standing.html' title='Last Blogger Standing'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-8702989820287117738</id><published>2010-03-11T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:51:50.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maze Of Consumerism</title><content type='html'>So we're Killed by Coverfire. This song's written by me and&amp;nbsp;Mack off a riff we made up. This is my interpretation, its not final or anything. Hardcore/Thrash&lt;br /&gt;The vocals get more strained a sthe song goes on, starting as singing, going harder core each verse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maze of Consumerism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riff on bass, guitar and drums come in&lt;br /&gt;Verse&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in this maze til the end of our days&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape from this maze&lt;br /&gt;Please let me out, I'm gonna shout&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape from this maze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;Maze of consumerism, maze of conformity&lt;br /&gt;Trapped here running in circles from here to eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse, chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo - solo slows down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were you never told before that&amp;nbsp;you are a filthy whore?&lt;br /&gt;You look in the mirror and you take pride in yourself&lt;br /&gt;Oh look at the ads, your soul is just a fad&lt;br /&gt;The stores are closed, its time to go and die alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse (riff is vocalized into nananas- sounds fucking retarded but I like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape, no escape, no escape, NO ESCAPE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MAZE OF F**KING WHORES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I liek this song but I personally find it to be somewhat hypocritical. Cuz I'm a consumer, I wear American Eagle,&amp;nbsp;and Mack's a consumer, he has an Ipod and he wear Converse and Butters is a consumer too. I'm worried that this song can paint a portrait of us as some kind of band like anti-flag ideology-wise and we'll kinda be lying about ourselves. Pff.. I dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-8702989820287117738?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8702989820287117738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/03/maze-of-consumerism.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8702989820287117738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8702989820287117738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/03/maze-of-consumerism.html' title='Maze Of Consumerism'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-339088680472091040</id><published>2010-03-07T16:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T09:29:06.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs I know on bass FULLY</title><content type='html'>1. The Hand that Feeds- Nine Inch Nails (Industrial)&lt;br /&gt;2. Self-Esteem- The Offspring (Pop Punk)&lt;br /&gt;3. White Minority- Black Flag (Hardcore)&lt;br /&gt;4. The Joker- Steve Miller Band (Classic Rock)&lt;br /&gt;5. Holiday In Cambodia- Dead Kennedys (Hardcore)&lt;br /&gt;6. Holiday- Green Day (Pop Punk)&lt;br /&gt;7. Animal I Have Become- 3 Days Grace (Alternative Metal)&lt;br /&gt;8. Enter Sandman- Metallica (Heavy Metal)&lt;br /&gt;9. Sick of You- Gwar (Heavy Metal)&lt;br /&gt;10. Give it All- Rise Against (Melodic Hardcore)&lt;br /&gt;11. Come As You Are- Nirvana (Grunge)&lt;br /&gt;12. Kryptonite- 3 Doors Down (Post-Grunge)&lt;br /&gt;13. Generator- Bad Religion (Punk)&lt;br /&gt;14. Fred's Got Slacks- Flatliners (Ska-Punk)&lt;br /&gt;15. Feel Good Inc- Gorillaz&amp;nbsp;(Alternative Hip Hop)&lt;br /&gt;16. Psycho Killer- Talking Heads (New Wave)&lt;br /&gt;17. She Looks To Me- Red Hot Chili Peppers (Alternative)&lt;br /&gt;18. Face Down- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (Emo)&lt;br /&gt;19. Rise Above- Black Flag (Hardcore)&lt;br /&gt;20. Violent Pornography- System of a Down (Nu Metal)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-339088680472091040?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/339088680472091040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/03/songs-i-know-on-bass-fully.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/339088680472091040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/339088680472091040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/03/songs-i-know-on-bass-fully.html' title='Songs I know on bass FULLY'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4492923615181330873</id><published>2010-03-01T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:33:42.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my bass.</title><content type='html'>its true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4492923615181330873?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4492923615181330873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-got-my-bass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4492923615181330873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4492923615181330873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-got-my-bass.html' title='I got my bass.'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-7428551475609430951</id><published>2010-02-28T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:36:25.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Dusk Stays in the Sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only instrument: bass&amp;nbsp; style: Death cab for cutie-ish, sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best dreams are my very worst dreams &lt;br /&gt;because I know that they'll never come true&lt;br /&gt;I will lie here&lt;br /&gt;The time spent looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;couldn't have been spent any more wisely&lt;br /&gt;I will hold on to you&lt;br /&gt;as the darkness&amp;nbsp;creeps up on&amp;nbsp;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you if I wake up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you if the dusk stays in the sky&lt;br /&gt;On my pillow made of twisted shards of hand grenades&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you if the dusk stays in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best times are now my worst times&lt;br /&gt;Cause, I'll never get them back again&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly marching, back straight down this one way road&lt;br /&gt;Alongside me are the people who I've loved,&lt;br /&gt;the people who I've hurt, the ones sent from above&lt;br /&gt;They will have their time&lt;br /&gt;We all find our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;Will we accept our time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-7428551475609430951?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7428551475609430951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/dusk-stays-in-sky-only-instrument-bass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7428551475609430951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7428551475609430951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/dusk-stays-in-sky-only-instrument-bass.html' title=''/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-1124932614977335891</id><published>2010-02-27T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:55:53.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Awesome Night</title><content type='html'>So many awesome events have been happening lately. Tonight was the best of the year IMO. &lt;br /&gt;today Step 1: The Stain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I haven't already said this, theres this huge effin jello stain on my carpet. So today I googled how to clean it up. So, I ran tot he store, bought some Oxyclean and some vinegar and worked at that stupid thing for like 3 hours with no success until I finally desided I`d cut it out. I took scissors and started cutting away at my carpet, trying to take the red out. I threw it all in a garbage bag with the tons of paper towels I used and I brought them to Cinder`s where I tossed them in a dumpster. This is when I got the call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: The Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefan had an extra ticket to see some band from our school called Set to Kill. Not really my type of music but whatever, I wanted to go. So I went tot he bus stop. There I just missed the 211 and met a handicapped man named Chris. He was very polite and asked me when the 211 was coming. I told him it just passed and we started up a big conversation. He was really hard to understand cuz he has a speech impediment but he was still really nice. He told me how he just came from an opera at John Rennie and was now going home to NDG. I told him how I was going to a concert. He kept saying how the area I was going to was really dangerous and I assured him I was going with my friends. So we got on the bus together and talked all the way to Lionel-Groulx. He told me how he was adopted and how his adoptive dad married some lady he ddin`t like. She was always mean to him and took all his dad`s attention. Eventually he couldn`t take it anymore and moved out of the house in with other handicapped people and now whenever he tries to contact anyone in his family they say they`re busy and shoot him off. So I got to Lionel Groulx, he told me his phone number, I didn`t have a pen, I forgot it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arrival and the show&lt;br /&gt;So I managed to track down Stefan and Mack after a long trek down the freezing streets of Montreal. We found Underworld, which was in a pretty dark area of the city. I joyfully said `hey wassup!`to the bouncer an`d went into this mysterious place. Inside, I quickly noticed a small it was, it was so cozy, it was aweosme, The smaller the show, the better. We quickly found our good friend Ollie there and he introduced me to his friend Miles. He was cool and crazy and offered me a special browny which I respectfully declined. After waiting like an hour, the first band went on. They were pretty damn good and the second band sucked cuz they combined Paramore with Metallica (bad combo) and they didn`t have a bassist. We then noticed Onee and Brownie coming in to see the next act. Some other ppl from our school like Pulcini, Michelle Paztor and Stephanie..wtf her last name..were there. The band was Set to Kill and they were from our school. They went on and the crowd went nuts. There was this behemoth moshing and he closelined man after man. Their last song called `Set to Kill` (wow thats original) was really awesome and during that song, 3 girls threw their bras onto the vocalist`s bass. When we have a band, we are so doing that. During that song, half the people from the pit went on stage and started feeling up the bandmembers and singing along and moshing onstage. The final band, Venomenon was also fucknig awesome and i got my first time in a circle pit and in a wall of death. Both awesome. They were 3 members and they were still intense. During their playing, they threw demo cds intot he crowd. I got one but fatass Mack broke it in the mosh and Stefan got one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show..step 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after they were done, we went outside with everyone. We were talking with some metalheads and they were all going to a bar afterwards and they invited us cuz they thought we were awesome. They said that they don`t card and that we could get in for free as long as we had a panflet from underworld. So we took panflets and started following the crowd. At the smae time, Stefan had called his parents and told them to pick us up. They were downtown looking for us. This is where Mack and I met a crucial, life defining moment. We actually met a moment of truth here together. Should we leave, get all our parents mad at us, leave Stefan`s parents waiting, or go on to fulfil our ultimate dreams. We just stood there on the sidewalk and Stefna did`t understand. Suddenlym Mack started running after the crowd and I followed, leaving Stefan behind. It felt so great to run, we felt so free, like we finally beat down some sort of invisible barrier. However, we lost the crowd. We looked around for them for a while and then decided to go back out of guilt. Stefan`s parents drove us home and now I`m talking to Mack on MSN about how we can fucknig do anything we want. Right now, I could jog to Mack`s house, from Pointe Claire to D.D.O and we could go back downtown together. Only good things could come because we would be living up to what we want to do. We`ve also been talknig abou the band we wanna form. We`ve decided that we have to all wear white shirts then each take a different colour energy drink and pour them on our shirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-1124932614977335891?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/1124932614977335891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-awesome-night.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/1124932614977335891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/1124932614977335891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-awesome-night.html' title='One Awesome Night'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6716905865103838694</id><published>2010-02-27T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:57:58.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Party #2- Mission Complete</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, which was the Friday before March break, I just went to my second house party ever, which was awesome. More hot girls, beer pong, and hockey than ever before. Fun fun fun. Our friend Charles even broke a table. I decided not tog et extremely drunk on the count of I didn`t want to pay for booze so instead I watched the drunker people such as Butters and other random people. There were a few little random funny things that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Butters started referring to himself in the 3rd person. I`ve never noticed him do this before but it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cinderblock and I,, who were representing Ireland in beer pong, almost won (1 cup!) against Scotland. But we lost cause they were playing with this rule where you can blow the ball out of the cup as it spins around the rim.&lt;br /&gt;3. Butte`r`s cousin told him that he had sex in Butters` bed a while back and Butters hi-fived him and screamed `That`s Awesome!`&lt;br /&gt;4. Charles is really cool and said I was really awesome and broke a table while trying to prove that he wasn`t drunk. e started saying math equasions, sat on a table made out of hockey sticks glued together and broke it. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;5.I met hung-over aquatic teacher Jesus. His name is Alex. It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty interesting to socialize with a bunch of people I`ve never socialized with before, especially when there were so many good-looking people. It was fun though. It`s too bad I had to go home at 1 &amp;nbsp;): (thats a frowny face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the rest of&amp;nbsp; March break`s gonna be awesome, I pretty much have something planned every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 27: Went to Cinder`s, ate lasagna, then went to awesome party.&lt;br /&gt;feb 28, today: 3 options: Party at Charles, huge downtown party or metal fest... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;feb 1, 2: Planning on doing nothin much, catching up on some reading for school, might go to Ranniks`&lt;br /&gt;feb 3: STAR WARS DAY&lt;br /&gt;Feb 4:&amp;nbsp;Butters might have his party this day, I don`t know what to get him lol&lt;br /&gt;Feb 6: Bluejay Party, raise the roof...I don`t know what to get, I`ll have to get with Mack and write a song or something..&lt;br /&gt;Feb 7: Homework, First driving school thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime over this week, I`m gonna have to get hold of Mack`s Monopoly board, he said I could use it. Oh, also, I`m gonna have to work on a french project,m ath project and gym project. I`ll get to that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6716905865103838694?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6716905865103838694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/house-party-2-mission-complete.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6716905865103838694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6716905865103838694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/house-party-2-mission-complete.html' title='House Party #2- Mission Complete'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4976276232655186908</id><published>2010-02-24T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:53:00.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Both The Same</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a hardcore athiest and a hardcore catholic fight before? It's hilarious! Anyways, I find that both of them always end up so blind and so stubborn, the athiest blinded by their proof, the Catholic by their faith; they can never see another side to an argument. I find it's so dumb when get intot hese kinds of fights, because no one learns anything. It just ends up to sarcastic and too loud, and it gives both sides a negative portrait of the other. Anyways, I wrote a little hardcore song on this subject a while ago and I haven't added a song in a while. It's in a Minor Threaty Black Flagy mood, really fast. I tried to make it as &amp;nbsp;unbiased as possible, cuz if it wasn't, that would be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both The Same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two brothers fighting, people taking sides&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;the world keeps turning, they're both the same&lt;br /&gt;One was born before the other but neither was around forever hey!&lt;br /&gt;Blaming wars on one another, ignorant hypocritic&lt;br /&gt;Screaming just to prove a point and sarcastic beyond belief ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer my question little brother, can you not just say its make believe&lt;br /&gt;Families get torn apart, can't they just see they're both the same&lt;br /&gt;Following sheep and saying you're leading, hang the king for&amp;nbsp;his treason&lt;br /&gt;You're as bad as I am brother, can't we just not lead eachother? ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same -------- My thoughts are laid to waste&lt;br /&gt;Both the same----------I get a bitter taste&lt;br /&gt;All the same------------When I see these brothers&lt;br /&gt;Both the same-----------When I see these people&lt;br /&gt;All the same---------------One way to go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Both the same--------------One way to live on earth&lt;br /&gt;All the same-----------------One way to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me fucking SIIIIIIIIICCKKKK! AAARRRGGH! AAARRGGHHH! AARRGGHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two brothers fighting, time to pick your side, it's time to stand&lt;br /&gt;Its all a game, all the same, they're both the same&lt;br /&gt;They're both the fucking same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to change up the subject matter in songs, I like being able to make songs in all different genres. It makes me happy. I can effectively tell pretty much any message without fear of it sounding stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4976276232655186908?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4976276232655186908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/both-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4976276232655186908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4976276232655186908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/both-same.html' title='Both The Same'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-69588237850777845</id><published>2010-02-21T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:09:31.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artard Day Episode 2</title><content type='html'>With all the footage I got yesterday from artard day 2, I'm thinking about making a movie and putting it on Youtube. We all went to Butters' yesterday, did stupid things then went to my house afterwards, where we partayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Artard Day event tally-&lt;br /&gt;1. Lighting snow on fire&lt;br /&gt;2. Sledding down Butters' stairs&lt;br /&gt;3. Vinegar watergun fight in the house&lt;br /&gt;4. Cleaning up vinegar watergun fight evidence&lt;br /&gt;5. Buffaloing Mack with a two litre bottle of chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, by 2:00 Saturday, all the key players were at Butter's house: Mack, Loveburn, Cinderblock, Butters and I. We decided to kick things off right away nd do an experiment. Originally we were gonna see if oil floats on snow, but we decided instead to spray Pam on snow and light it on fire. Naturally, the best way to do this was to go into Butters backyard, make a blowtorc hout of Pam and matches and flame the snow. Loveburn wa samazed at how dangerous we could be on Artard day and it was funny to watch him stay away from the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this was caugh ton video, we decided to go inside and Butters pointed out that we could easily sled down his stairs. I chose not to participate in this sport. Butters went first, screaming the whole way down. He said it was awesome. So Cinder went and then Mack went. Mack had byfar the funniest run, cause on his way down, Cinder punched him in the face, then he rammed his face into a wall unit. Then, the three of them went for second goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were next gonna go outside to do a vinegar watergun fight, but somehow, it started in the house. I filmed as Cinder and Butters had guns at cornered Mack and Loveburn in a bathroom. They managed to corner them and Butters locked them in. They then ran in both with their guns and started shooting everywhere.The whole bathroom wa scompletely defiled by the stench of vinegar. Then, the two rebels ran out of the bathroom with plungers and Cinder shot Mack squar ein the eyes. Cinder and I ran upstairs into Butter's attic room, held a sniper post, got Loveburn in the eyes, then went back downstairs to clean up the house. Once downstairs, Cinder decided to see what it wolud feel like to shoot himself in the eye with the vinegar gun and screamed in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At just about this point, Butter's sister came down and screamed 'What the hell is that smell!' Cinder tried to bribe her not to tell her mom. With the help of Butter's sister, we managed to use a whole can of Febreeze and some mops to cover the stench wit hthe smell of lemon. However, this just made for a very 'acidic' smell. The bathroom, still hd no hope. It was stinky. At this point Butter's mom came home and thanked us sincerely for the smell. Apparently vinegar's a cleaning agent. We cleaned the house. Once she left again, Butters and I together managed to Buffalo Mack with a 2L jug of chocolate milk. He started chugging and about halfway down he was starting to not feel so good. To help him out, I screamed booger! and he spat it all over Butter's wall. He decided that he couldn't drink the rest without puking and poured it over his head. We then decided to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go back home righ tnow from my dad's to my mom's. I hope there's no evidence of the party we had.. It was pretty crazy.. I don't remember some of it. There's a stain under the couch. gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-69588237850777845?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/69588237850777845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/artard-day-episode-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/69588237850777845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/69588237850777845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/artard-day-episode-2.html' title='Artard Day Episode 2'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-7181023141353864198</id><published>2010-02-20T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:55:22.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun fun fun in the fluffy Chair</title><content type='html'>That's a line form a song lol. Anyways, today is the day that great things will happen. There will be a mini party at my house! I hope not to get anything broken. Hmm.. I wonde rhow I can be agood host and keep everything interesting. Also today, it will be Artard day number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artard day is kinda like the Olympics only more artarded.&lt;br /&gt;Events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making oil float on snow&lt;br /&gt;Tobasco Pong&lt;br /&gt;Vinegar Water gun fight in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Knights of Cydonia&lt;br /&gt;Jailbreak Challenge 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna kick black ass. It's gonna be an awesome day and an awesome weekend. Gosh, I love weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-7181023141353864198?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7181023141353864198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-fun-fun-in-fluffy-chair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7181023141353864198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7181023141353864198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-fun-fun-in-fluffy-chair.html' title='Fun fun fun in the fluffy Chair'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6386761418541359315</id><published>2010-02-13T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:29:55.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Splinter In The Bench of Boringness</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Mack, Cinder, Mack's little brother and I created a fun day in a boring week. First you need to know these terms, which we got off of a video series on Youtube-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buffaloing- Whenever someone is holding a non-toxic&amp;nbsp;liquid or aqueus solution&amp;nbsp;in their right hand and someone calls Buffalo!, they must either immediately chug the drink or pour it over thier head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sugarshouldering- Without telling them, open a sugar packet and spill it on someone's shoulder. They will thne see that they've been sugarshouldered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school yesterday,we went over to Macks house after much convincing. We told his dad we'd be doing homework and that was originally the idea. As soon as we got in, Cinder picked up a litre of milk and dared us to Buffalo him. So we did and on camera, we videoed him chugging all Mack's milk. His dad was looking for the milk afterwards. We then went upstairs to go on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While no the computer, Mack's dad called to see how we were doing. I stupidly said 'chilling.' I then corrected myself by explaing that I was chilling because the Cold War was making me cold by just studying it. Mack's brothe rthen came intot he room and handed Mack a drink. As soon as he picked it up, I got him buffaloed. We then were told that the drink was lemon juice+salt+ pepper+vinegar. Mack decided he'd choose the option of pouring it over his head. He went into his bathroom and did so. He was not happy. He then decided to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We we'ren't done with him yet though.&amp;nbsp;We saw this as an opportunity for great evil. Mack's brother and I took all of Mack's clothes form his room and hid them in Lucas's. I wanted tot hrow them out the window onto the room but the window woldnt open. What a shame.&amp;nbsp;So, we spoke loudly and talked about how we were putting them in the basement to trick Mack. Meanwhile, Cinder broke intot he bathroom and stole&amp;nbsp;Mack's clothes. We left him with a&amp;nbsp;solitary sock and told him he could use it however he so chose. He then managed to find a bathrobe and escaped the bathroom and chased Lucas and I into his basement to find his clothes. He pushed us down and barricaded us in. It's all good though, I had a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a tiny basement window and told Lucas that no matter what he did he was going through that window. Hemanaged to squeeze himself through. Meanwhile, I managed to take down the barracade and escape the basement. I found him at the front door in his socks in the cold. I told him to pretend to be Mack's dad to scare Mack. He did, and I let him in. Mack was obviously pissed at us and chased us upstairs in his fatty rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We barracaded ourselves (along with Cinderblock) in the computer room. This is where Mack rammed the door and broke the frame. He was now even more angry. I ran out and he grabbed me by the legs. He dragged me down his staircase. Once he let me go, I managed to get some ice cream, thinknig tha this freak out was over. I wasn't alolowed to double-dip my spoon so I used like 3 spoons to eat his icecream. The then attacked me from behind, took my spoon and put me onto the ground. He scooped some Icecream and shoved it down my pants behind me. He asscreamed me. I ran into his bathroom to clean off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mack has this glass door in front of the bathroom. He locked it. I was pissed. I was trapped in a little section of his house consisting of his bathroom and his garage. So I went into his garage and hid there int he dark behind a recycling bin waiting to strike with a hockey stick. Cinder checked in the garage for me, didn't see me and kept searching. Meanwhile, I heard&amp;nbsp;Mack's dad arriving. The fun was over. Aww.. We thne saw the movie Percy Jackson and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday. I'm really looking forward to my bass now. I really wanna play. I have a list of songs I gotta learn. So I'm posting a list of songs I wanna learn on bass to replace my songs I am currently into list cause thats really har dto keep track of. I'll cross off stuff I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna also start writing basslines for my songs as well right away. G2g, ttyl p0zerz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6386761418541359315?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6386761418541359315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/splinter-in-bench-of-boringness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6386761418541359315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6386761418541359315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/splinter-in-bench-of-boringness.html' title='A Splinter In The Bench of Boringness'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2224880040932852307</id><published>2010-02-07T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:52:00.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my Religion</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling very vulnerable about the girl I like right now. Ever since I saw her at the party, I just don't feel great. I really want to be with her badly. ARRRGG. I feel very very alone (not in the friend-type way) but in the I-need-a-girlfriend way. And I'm feeling right now that it has to be her, but I don't know what to do. She actualy talked to me for like 15 seconds at the party and that brought back some sort of dead hope of being with her form inside me. Now I need her. I'm currently thinking up stuff I can say to her if we ever manage to have a conversation. I'm also listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight losing my religion, trying to keep up with you. And I don't know if I can do it; oh no I've said too much, I've set it up'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Life is bigger than you and you are not me, the lengths that I will go to, the distance in your eyes' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get her uot of my head. I can't even write a song about it because I can't find a sad tune. I feel stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to my only other aspiration in life (the making of a band) things are looking slightly better as it seems that for sure we are going to get our instruments. And after seeing those crappy bands yesterday, the competition really isn't that bad. But still. We still need songs. We still need to bring awesomeness to the audience and get them to like us. We're still gonna have to learn how to play. We're still gonna have to find places that will let us play. I, of course, suggest playing my songs as I can find passion in them and as I find they're good. However, there will always probably be someone who doesn't like the song and I see that being a problem. I also see a problem being that I'm gonna need to figure out the notes for some my songs on guitar. I've planned out a couple of the better ones on guitar but I don't know the notes or anything. There's always room for changing shit around too and adding stuff. I just don't want everything to end up being a mess liek some of the bands I've seen.&amp;nbsp; Anyways, I'm gonna go listen to songs liek Creep and Losing my Religion and Band on the Run and Deadramones to make my dreams real in my head, even if it hurts. Lol that sounded poetic. Wtf. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2224880040932852307?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2224880040932852307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/losing-my-religion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2224880040932852307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2224880040932852307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/losing-my-religion.html' title='Losing my Religion'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6371629306648085851</id><published>2010-02-07T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:50:25.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My NEW 100 Favourite songs (ver 2)</title><content type='html'>So I poste dthis lis ta few months ago and said I would update it.. so I did. I download like 3 songs a day so my favourite music changes. Its it almost no order, but generally my favourite songs are at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. D.e.a.d.r.a.m.o.n.e.s- Modern Life is War&lt;br /&gt;2. The King is Dead- A Wilhelm Scream&lt;br /&gt;3. Omega Footprint- Strike Anywhere&lt;br /&gt;4. Words Written Over Coffee- The Riot Before&lt;br /&gt;5. Losing My Religion- R.E.M&lt;br /&gt;6. White Minority- Black Flag&lt;br /&gt;7. This Could Be Love- Alkaline Trio&lt;br /&gt;8. Fun Time- A Wilhelm Scream&lt;br /&gt;9. Simple Song- Avail&lt;br /&gt;10. Drain the Blood- The Distillers&lt;br /&gt;11. Warm Tape- Rhcp&lt;br /&gt;12. Death Blossoms- Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;13. Historia Calimatatum- Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;14. Fix Me- Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;15. This Respirator- Flatliners&lt;br /&gt;16. The Plague- Death By Stereo&lt;br /&gt;17. Sick of You- Gwar&lt;br /&gt;18. Helena- Misfits&lt;br /&gt;19. Boiled Frogs- Alexisonfire&lt;br /&gt;20. Critical Acclaim- Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;21. Metro- System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;22. Pull My Strings- Dead Kennedys&lt;br /&gt;23. California Uber Alles- Dead Kennedys&lt;br /&gt;24. The Best One Yet- Black Flag&lt;br /&gt;25. Dearly Beloved- Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;26. Social Suicide- Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;27. Say I Won't- Gaslight Anthem&lt;br /&gt;28. Got the Life- Korn&lt;br /&gt;29. Word Up!- Korn&lt;br /&gt;30. Separation of Church and Skate- NOFX&lt;br /&gt;31. Fuck Authority- Pennywise&lt;br /&gt;32. Killing it- A Wilhelm Scream&lt;br /&gt;33. Burned out in a Jar- Polar Bear club&lt;br /&gt;34. Eulogy- Flatliners&lt;br /&gt;35. Gone Away- Offspring&lt;br /&gt;36. A Lot Like Me- Offspring&lt;br /&gt;37. Stand Up- Pennywise&lt;br /&gt;38. Journey tot he End of the East Bay- Rancid&lt;br /&gt;39. Old Friend- Rancid&lt;br /&gt;40. Sidekick- Rancid&lt;br /&gt;41. Behind the Blinders- Death by Stereo&lt;br /&gt;42. New Noise- Refused&lt;br /&gt;43. Little Green Men- Project 86&lt;br /&gt;44. Don't Drag me Down- Social Distortion&lt;br /&gt;45. Band on the Run- Wings&lt;br /&gt;46. Lights and Sounds- Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;47. Private Eye- Alkaline Trio&lt;br /&gt;48. The Northern- Alexisonfire&lt;br /&gt;49. Time to Waste- Alkaline Trio&lt;br /&gt;50. Comfort Eagle- Cake&lt;br /&gt;51. London Calling- The Clash&lt;br /&gt;52. Wake the Dead- Comeback Kid&lt;br /&gt;53. I Believe in a Thing Called Love- The Darkness&lt;br /&gt;54. Dead Honey- Die Mannequin&lt;br /&gt;55. Stricken- Disturbed&lt;br /&gt;56. State of Massechussettes- Dropkick Murphys&lt;br /&gt;57. Soldiers- Drowning Pool&lt;br /&gt;58. Sunday Bloody Sunday- Evergreen Terrace&lt;br /&gt;59. Tonight is the night we Ride- Evergreen Terrace&lt;br /&gt;60. Starter- Evergreen Terrace&lt;br /&gt;61. Just Like Heaven- Goldfinger&lt;br /&gt;62. I Hate Love Songs- GWAR&lt;br /&gt;63. My Favourite Things- Me First and the Gimme Gimmes&lt;br /&gt;64. Undisclosed Desires- Muse&lt;br /&gt;65. Grammatizator- Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;66. Over My Head (Better off Dead)- Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;67. Chasing the Dragon- Wisdom in Chains&lt;br /&gt;68. Sabotage- Beastie Boys&lt;br /&gt;69. Threshold- Slayer&lt;br /&gt;70. Drain You- Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;71. About A Girl- Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;72. Would?- Alice in Chains&lt;br /&gt;73. My Friends- RHCP&lt;br /&gt;74. Lotus- Cage the Elephant&lt;br /&gt;75. Creep- Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;76. Pendelous Threads- Incubus&lt;br /&gt;77. Light Grenades- Incubus&lt;br /&gt;78. I Will Follow You Into the Dark- Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;79. Gimme Shelter- Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;80. Paint it Black- Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;81. Kids Don't Follow- the Replacements&lt;br /&gt;82. Sink into Me- Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;83. Doin' Time- Sublime&lt;br /&gt;84. Suffragette City- David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;85. When the man Comes Around- Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;86. Hurt- Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;87. Savior- RHCP&lt;br /&gt;88. Only- Nine inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;89. Every Day is Exactly the Same- Nine inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;90. Closer- Nine inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;91. Changes- Thornley&lt;br /&gt;92.&amp;nbsp; Orange Crush- R.e.m&lt;br /&gt;93. Hand of Blood- Bullet for my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;94. Ride to California- Paper Tongues&lt;br /&gt;95. Don't Forget Me- RHCP&lt;br /&gt;96. Bat Country- Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;97. Bite Hard- Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;98. Stare at the Sun- Thrice&lt;br /&gt;99. Wanderlust- Every Time I Die&lt;br /&gt;100. Snuff- Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems now I'm deviating more towards punk stuff. Especially at the start of this list, there is a lot of random punk stuff. Anyways, I've been blogging more lately and I might continue to. I dunno. Bye, gotta have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6371629306648085851?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6371629306648085851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-100-favourite-songs-ver-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6371629306648085851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6371629306648085851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-100-favourite-songs-ver-2.html' title='My NEW 100 Favourite songs (ver 2)'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2880963645538806967</id><published>2010-02-06T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:23:10.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one reads Blogs anymore and even if they do, they already know this stuff.. wtf?</title><content type='html'>So this weekend, so far anyways, was AWESOME!!!! I'm so tired now and wanna sleep because I slept 3 hours last night and&amp;nbsp;physically exserted myself both today and yesterday. Here's where I left off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pt 1&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So Friday night I ran to the ball in my suit and dress shoes through the freaking Canadian coldness. I got there and realized that everyone was dressed nicely and that girls can actualy make themselve smore pretty with make-up and dresses if its done nice enough. I always thought that stuff was just a waste of time, but all the girls looked really good- I'm not gonna lie. So we went in and I managed to spill some sort of white powder form a cookie &amp;nbsp;that some jackass put there onto my suit. Geez..what a jackass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So the dancing began and it got really boiling really fast and really interesting really fast. I did a dance-off against Rezz and it felt really good to have everyone watching me. I then did a 2 on 2 dance off, (which we won thank's to awesome teamwork and the cowboy dance move) and I did some slow dances and dances that we learned at danc epractice with my friend-date, Volpinator. By the end of allt hat, I won 'the funniest dancer award' and the 'most likely to be from another planet' award. It feels weird to be thought of as being from another planet. I wonder who voted for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pt2 &lt;br /&gt;I then dropped my dress-up stuff at home and went to Cinder's, as we were gonna go to rich kid's party together. Cinder's house is F**KING impossible to find. People watched me as I waited outside his door, pacing, maybe thinking that I was trying to break in or something. So, eventually, he came outside and we were transported to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I crossed 'go to an awesome huge party' off my bucket list. This kid was rich and he had an awesome bar in his basement and a 10-car garage. So, I tried to assimilate myself within the cool kids and composed a strategy of getting beer by finding random bottles people were leavinig aroud the basement, because I didn't want to pay. I realized that there were A LOT of people there, its as if this was a secret underground thing that everyone from our school knew about but me. They were happy to see me though. I ran into a few drukn comrades who were expressing how they wanted to be just like me and who thought that I was awesome and that we should be friends afterwards. Good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after playing a bit of pool with people like Silch and Vocknah, and after talknig to people like Walker Texas Ranger, Enviroman and McDoug. F**k codenmaes. Samantha Pilch, Oliver Wockner, Mike Walker, Nima, Conrad. After that, I followed the trail of stoners outside where they were smokin out. I decided that this was the appropriate time to try pot and form my own opinion on it and took a puff. Afterwards, I felt no different and continued tot he basement to get my coat. It wa shard to get my coat because Dana and her boyfriend were having sex in the closet but Cinder managed to somhow get it anyways. Anyways, now I know what the majority of teenagers from our school do and I find its really fun and I'm glad that I had the courage to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pt 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterwards, we showed up at Mack's where we would sleep over. They were playing game sliuke Violent Plink and they had mixed Jack and Coke together to make...make a guess.. jack and coke..yay good guess. Loveburn was watching Mack and Butters drink as Shtoiffen was basically asleep. I drank quite a bit but I still, in some way managed to keep relatively sober. I was talking to Loveburn quite a bit all night as Mack went out of control with the booze and as Shtoiffen slept. Menawhile, Mack's parents slept upstairs not knowing this was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters and Mack, I knida felt like you two were pressuring Loveburn to drink a bit too much as he clearly wasn't going to. While you were doing that Mack, you were getting Shitfaced and giving him a bad impression of drunk people. Now you hurt. Haha. I came to the conclusion that each of us had a drikning title around this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters- happy drunk&lt;br /&gt;Mack- Confession/Sorry/Unstable Drunk&lt;br /&gt;Me- Sober Drunk&lt;br /&gt;Shtoiffen- Sleepy Drunk&lt;br /&gt;Cinder- I don't know, he was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night, Mack was very unstable. A lot of the time he was telling me how awesome I was and a lot of the time he was crying. Then some other times he was happy and dumb. He was very obnoxious and was basically just saying whatever he was thikning and showing it. However, after a while he got a bit sick and we had to quietly rush him tot he bathroom. While in the bathroom, he fell asleep on the florr 3 times, never threw up, but was very ubstable there too. He almost woke his parents up. While he wa slying on the floor, Cinder just walked in, said, 'hey' and threw up in the toilet with very good accuracy. He then left the bathroom and walked downstairs quitely to drink more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pt4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we fell asleep at 4, and I amazingly woke upat 7:30 with no hangover. I don't get them muhaha.However, Mack wasn't so lucky and didn't feel great. I waited around as they slept then we left for the concert. We got there, watched the bands (most of which weren't great) and moshed at some points. Some of the moshing was really hardcore and involved hardcore dancing, something that I've always wanted to do. So, it was a crazy metal concert (got that off my bucket list) and Mack didn't feel great. Aww..poor baby lol. I bought a Redbull for a rediculous 5.50$ to keep conciousness throughout. Afterwards, we went to La Belle Province and then China Town where Cinder bought this bladed weapon that goes around your wrist for 55$ (after bargaining- 3$ down Yippee!)It kinda looks like a duel disc, if you know what that is. Anyways, its just a very hazardous thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Steve's then took the Metro to du College metro where we would be picked up. On they way there, Butters formed this ingenious plan between him and I where we would ditch the others and ge toff at Vendome on the metro. We though ttha then they'd come looking for us and we could get to Ducollege before they did and that they could end up in Montmorency. However, it failed as they we're waiting for us in Ducollege. However, we did step foot in Vendome where we saw a bus that goes towards Sherbrooke. We'll have to got here some day.. Its a new forbidden land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats the adventure of Friday and Saturday. It was awesome. I hope to have more adventures in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2880963645538806967?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2880963645538806967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-one-reads-blogs-anymore-and-even-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2880963645538806967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2880963645538806967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-one-reads-blogs-anymore-and-even-if.html' title='No one reads Blogs anymore and even if they do, they already know this stuff.. wtf?'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3729653392095773192</id><published>2010-02-05T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:45:04.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Weekend Ever</title><content type='html'>I am just about to have the greatest weekend I've ever had. I'm feeling happy like I haven't for at least a year and after this long weekend is done, I should at least have one thing off my bucket list. I'm so excited, I'm getting this awesome feeling. Here is the rundown of this awesome forthcoming non-weekday time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to the Principle's ball.&lt;br /&gt;That's tonight! Gotta friend date and we're gonna do some awesome dancing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to awesome 100+ person after party. &lt;br /&gt;This dude from school is hosting an afterparty. I wanna some how get there without abandoning my date. This is the first REAL party I've ever gone to and I'm looking forward to integrating with the popular kids. I'm not gonna lie, I've always wanted to party like them, even though they are primarily douchebags.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to Mackshitburger's house afterwards&lt;br /&gt;Cinder and I are going form the part back to Mack's house with our frined Jack. We'll get there probably at like 1 lol. Bluejay will be there and Shtoiffen and maybe Butters. We're gonna do stupid stuff all night like maybe drunken battle slugs in the dark or drunken spoons. His parents will be asleep so we'll have to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to concert&lt;br /&gt;So then next day, after partying all night long, we're gonna wake up, brush our teeth and get to a concert scheduled for 11 am. We're gonna have fun waking up! It's basically a festival put on by a bunch of bands. It's gonna be AWESOME!!! I hope there'll be a mosh pit...&lt;br /&gt;5. On Monday, go on a random bus advventure&lt;br /&gt;Hill, Mack, Butters and I are planning on going on another bus adventure. Since its a long weekend, why not Monday? Who knows where we'll end up? A fun sober ending to my drunken awesome weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm about to go, have fun now y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3729653392095773192?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3729653392095773192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-weekend-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3729653392095773192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3729653392095773192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-weekend-ever.html' title='Best Weekend Ever'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-5341295373491089693</id><published>2010-01-30T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T07:38:12.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Cool thigs I've done not on my Bucket list</title><content type='html'>This is mostly for me to rememeber. I'm gonna add to this a lot. Defaults are on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep at someone's house while their parents are in the house and without thier parents knowing&lt;br /&gt;-Start a mosh&lt;br /&gt;- Pass out on the toilet&lt;br /&gt;-Win a game of Munchkin&lt;br /&gt;-Tie someone to a boat and squirt them with water pistols&lt;br /&gt;-Live&amp;nbsp;in the wildreness (camp) for 2 months&lt;br /&gt;-Have a fruit fight in the snow&lt;br /&gt;-Jailbreak Challenge&lt;br /&gt;-Win a dance-off&lt;br /&gt;-Vinegar watergun fight in someone's house&lt;br /&gt;-Randomly meet and talk to a mentally handicapped person for an hour&lt;br /&gt;- Have a battle slugs race up and down stairs&lt;br /&gt;- Play 'Nerf-Ops in the dark'&lt;br /&gt;-Skanking&lt;br /&gt;- Bought a $10 shirt,&amp;nbsp;four $1 pins,&amp;nbsp; a shotglass, a cigarette, an info sheet and a kettle for $2 and a $5 bill ripped in half&lt;br /&gt;- Sneak out a window with a friend in the middle of the night and take the last bus one-way&lt;br /&gt;-Go to a hockey party&lt;br /&gt;- Go to Kareoke&lt;br /&gt;-See a flaming car in person&lt;br /&gt;-Play duck duck goose in the middle of the street&lt;br /&gt;-Use a fake Id succesfully&lt;br /&gt;-Sneak three people into my house through a second story window&lt;br /&gt;-Split head open after jumping off of someone's ass&lt;br /&gt;-Have a shower in a mosh pit&lt;br /&gt;-Smash a watermellon&lt;br /&gt;-Make special brownies&lt;br /&gt;-Break a friend's dad's stolen golf club while golfing&lt;br /&gt;- Have an apple fight in canoes&lt;br /&gt;-Walk on traintracks from one place to another&lt;br /&gt;-Play squash bowling down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;-Play a show&lt;br /&gt;-Embezzle money from a charity organization&lt;br /&gt;-Participate in a hit and run&lt;br /&gt;- Make an epic meat pizza&lt;br /&gt;-Play Tabasco Pong&lt;br /&gt;-Lie around in a hotel for 8 hours of awesomeness&lt;br /&gt;-SEX&lt;br /&gt;-Get fired after 3 weeks of work for not cleaning a sink properly&lt;br /&gt;-Deep-fried Donuts&lt;br /&gt;-Drunk Sledding&lt;br /&gt;-Get caught by my dad in the act of strip battleship&lt;br /&gt;-Go underwear shopping&lt;br /&gt;-Chase after a moving train after my love&lt;br /&gt;- Go Camping in someone's backyard&lt;br /&gt;- Get a picture of a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;- Eat a triple ball cone of icecream with candies in front of kids&lt;br /&gt;-Get carded then stay in the bar and drink&lt;br /&gt;- Go to a tam-tam&lt;br /&gt;- Smoke through a gasmask&lt;br /&gt;-LARP battle&lt;br /&gt;-Make out in a corn field&lt;br /&gt;-Get back at someone through sex&lt;br /&gt;- Get high&amp;nbsp;on E in a club&lt;br /&gt;-Go vegetarian for 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;- Have a gay friend&lt;br /&gt;-Miss class due to sex&lt;br /&gt;-Sneak my girlfriend into my house for a night with my mom home&lt;br /&gt;- Go the a Halloween showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;- Do an 8-man jam session&lt;br /&gt;-Work for minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;-Go to a shisha bar&lt;br /&gt;-Go to class drunk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-5341295373491089693?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/5341295373491089693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/list-of-cool-thigs-ive-done-not-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5341295373491089693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5341295373491089693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/list-of-cool-thigs-ive-done-not-on-my.html' title='List of Cool thigs I&apos;ve done not on my Bucket list'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2519513217791636791</id><published>2010-01-30T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:43:42.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Saturday Adventure Was..</title><content type='html'>Fun! YAY YIPEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mack, Cinderblcok, Rannik and I went on a downtown adventure to see a battle of the bands. We ddin't really know where it was taking place or who was performing. Anyways, we all showe dup at Fairview at 11:30 and Mack's dad drove us to Steve's. We would check up on my bass and then go to the concert which was scheduled for 1:30. So, Steve's lost my bass. However, the manager started getting angry at Vince, the&amp;nbsp;dude who was selling me all these basses that weren't actually in stock, and told me, after perilous research tha tI would have my bass FOR SURE before March. I wa ssupposed to get it in f**king NOVEMBER. Whatever. I agreed and we went on a little quest to find Le National, the place where the shows playing. So, using Cinder's nifty Ipod, with its maps, we found out which subways to take and ended up completely no where.&amp;nbsp; His Ipod lied to us and got us on the wrong end of St.Catherines. So, he looked the adress up on his device again and found that the adress was in fact 1220, not 318. We got back on the Subway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now, it was about 1 and we were running through the underground&amp;nbsp;like it wa ssome kind of racetrack. We ended up at some stop that started with a B. This is where we found the world's coolest escolator, which was basically a conveyor belt. I raced Rannik up it, him taking stairs, me taking escolator&amp;nbsp;(It was uber long, I can't think of something to compare it too) but I lost after some fatties got im my way. We then emerged from the Subway. We got to le National pretty easily where the lady (from now on she's called bitch lady) said it was rescheduled for 2. So while we were waiting, we decided to eat. This is wher ethings started to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We found a pizza place. Rannik mixed Coke and Redbull together and drak it and we all luaghed. At the same time, Cinderblock found some panflets for some gay shows&amp;nbsp; and started hiding them in my hat. We wondered why they were in the store. Kinda innapropriate. We then went back to bitch lady who told us the concert was again rescheduled for 2:45. Cinderblock started wondering if he could even go because he had work. So, to wait, we started walknig around the neighbourhood. That's when we noticed something strange. There were rainbow flags everwhere. The farther we walked down St.Cath, the more there were and the more gay show posters there were. That's when we looked into the stores and saw gay shops and gay strip clubs. Gay&amp;nbsp;graffiti. Everything was gay. WE WERE IN THE GAY PART OF MONTREAL. Rannik started avoided walking under rainbow flags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go into a few shops at this time to shelter us from the blistering cold. This siwhen Ranniks tarted pointing out that the Coke-Redbull combo was making him sick. We sheltered from cold in a bank, a metro station and in the store Metro. We found that they gay area of Montreal was huge and we wondered if the concert, being in the heart of this land, would be a strange type of concert.. So, after eating at a McDonald and a Bellpro, we went back to Le National where Cinder and Rannik left us fro their respectful jobs and health. Mack and I entered, not knowing what to expect. The club was quite small, Metropolis x .5. There wer metalheads and emos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two bands came on and they wear pretty crazy metal bands. Mack,&amp;nbsp;4 metalheads and I formed a 6-man moshpit. Every time it would stop, someone would restart it. I restarted it once and Mack restarted it once by pushing me into some guy.&amp;nbsp; Mack also pushed me and I went flying onto the ground once. I got elbowed in the mouth but no major injuries. The next band was Pop-punky with a girl singer. Basically the band Paramore. Lol mack hated them. Their guitarist was a total tard. He juste jumped around and said stupid things. The next band was a lot like Motorhead. Their guitarist was good but you could never really hear what the singer was saying. By the end of it, we didn't know if his songs were in French or English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next band was byfar the coolest. Their genre was grunge/emo/inustrial/hardcore and they were all dressed up like zombies in purple and green. We couldn't tell if the bassist was a girl or a guy but their bass said Kunt on it and they were really buff. The guitarist had a cool wah-wah petal and had cool solos. The coolest thing about this band though was their energy. The singer arrived on a tricycle from backstage and collapsed onto the floor twice per song. Throughout the show,&amp;nbsp;he put his arms around the bassists neck and squeezed.&amp;nbsp;He wiggled around on the ground and at the end, he threw his friends bass into the micstand then ran and tangled himself into the mic cable. They were cool. The last band we saw was a band of asians. When they arrived, the crowd became significantly more nerdy. They played emo and the metalheads had fun&amp;nbsp; pretend-moshing to them. They had this problem with their guitar too where a tthe chorus it went into ultra-mega-distortion mode and made high-pitch squeals. Mack covered his ears and said, 'I can handle cannibal corpse but not this!' and we left. His dad picked us up after a long walk in the wrong direction from Cote Vertu in the blistering cold and he brought me home where I ate a pretzel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Adventures are fun. Note: I miight have accomplished 'Go to a crazy metal concert' on my bucket list but I'm not sure. It was crazy metal, but the concert wasn't crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2519513217791636791?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2519513217791636791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-saturday-adventure-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2519513217791636791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2519513217791636791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-saturday-adventure-was.html' title='This Saturday Adventure Was..'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4695923727401760218</id><published>2010-01-22T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:35:01.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artard Day: Episode 1</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna be psoting as often as usual, mostly just because I feel obliged to post often and that's annoying because I don't feel like posting. I'll post when something important comes up. Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today wa sepisode one of the fanatastic thing Butters,&amp;nbsp;MackREEDETRET and I made up called Artard Day. This is basically the time where we do completely retarded things. We did a few today, documented 3 on video, and want to do more in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I started off my day by showing up at Butter's with a camera. Originally we had a few things planned. We didn't get them all done, but we still had a rocking good time. I ate some raw rice as a snack (yummy treat) and we palyed some xbox. Then Adam showe dup and we decided to start off with the stupid things. The whole concept of this day was to do things that no one else would possibly even think about doing but to have retarded fun. We decided to do the first thing on our agenda :Make our own salt and vinegar chips. So, to distract Butter's mom, I broke a bottle im his basement and we ran upstairs with vinegar, salf and tostitos. Mack was amazed at all the types of vinegar Butters has. His house is a food paradise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mixe dthe three together and I was the first to try. It acually wasn't bad. We all ate our little treat. We then decided we should do the 'jailbreak challenge' &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMJCzasu3ZM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMJCzasu3ZM&lt;/a&gt; to see what we mean. Instead of buying a drink however, we had to go to the dep, buy marshmallows, chocolate and crackers, come back, shove them in Mack's pants then continue playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the time came, we ran down Butter's super-tight staircase followed by a barking dog. We hopped into his van and drove. We got to the dep and me and Mack jumped out and scrambled to find our desired items. However, we came up with an energy bar, lightly salted chips and styrofome cups. The guy at the counter asked if we wanted Ruffles instead for like 10 cents off but we said NO! We jumped back into the car, rushed up the stairs and managed to get to the xbox in time.&amp;nbsp; Mackt hen proceded to shove the chocolate bar, chips and cup down his pants while I finished up the song. SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided we were bored and we were hungry for more action. Thats when we found fruit. Originally we wer egonna have vinegar water pistol fights out in the snow but Retardfatass forgot the water guns. So, we took vacados, grapes, oranges and bananas outside and formed a violent game. Butter's backyard was the arena and we used toboggonesque thingys as flags. One on one, we faced off in full contact brawls to get our opponent's tobboggon thingy onto our side. The fruit was our weapon and we could use it as a range or melee weapon. By the end of this game, I was covered in avacado and Butter's backyard was wrecked.&amp;nbsp; Butter's won this awesome new sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we cam einside we decided we wanted to paly tabasco pong,w hich is like beer pong except with tabasco sauce shots. However, we couldn't find ping pong balls and my camera was running out of battery. So we drove to my house. The whole way there Mack was shouting random things out the windows at people like TEENAGERS!&amp;nbsp; and BACONBITS! At the same time, wewere trashing Butter's car with toilet paper and bouncy balls and listening to Butter's driving cd. Once it got to the song 'Cloud Connected' by some melo-death band, Butters realized he forogt his driving license. So very carefully we went to my house where we picked up my cable and then we went to Dollarama and to Ted's to find ping pong balls. We finally got them and drove back to Butter's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there, we couldn't find an opportunity to paly our game and decided to play videogame sand eat instead. Then we watched the Hangover and trashed Butter's room.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome day. Places we trashed: Butter's room, Butter's car, Butter's basement, Butter's backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we need suggestions for three more things to do next artard day. Some suggestions are: running down the streets with hedge clippers, tabasco pong, water chugging, running on rich people's lawns, another jailbreak challenge, vinegar water-pistol fights, sledding down Butter's stairs, or our little announcement plan which we're really looking forward too. Anymore artarded suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4695923727401760218?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4695923727401760218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/artard-day-episode-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4695923727401760218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4695923727401760218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/artard-day-episode-1.html' title='Artard Day: Episode 1'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-8072800888329859986</id><published>2010-01-17T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:45:21.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Really Fat</title><content type='html'>I just had the least healthy weekend I've had for at least a year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;All you can eat at La Perle for my friend's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast- Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;Lunch- Nachos at Jack Astor's and chicken wings&lt;br /&gt;Supper- Rannik's famous chicken wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast- French Toast&lt;br /&gt;Lunch- Pop Tarts&lt;br /&gt;Supper- Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just had brownies.. oddly I don't feel too sick yet. Well, it'll come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i eat 3 meals a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-8072800888329859986?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8072800888329859986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-fell-really-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8072800888329859986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8072800888329859986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-fell-really-fat.html' title='I Feel Really Fat'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4924697771219824597</id><published>2010-01-15T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:11:02.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm I can't think of a title</title><content type='html'>So my grandparents just came down for the weekend after my granny just came out of the hospital. In the hospital she'd been going through cancer treatment and colonoscapiesand now she came down from Ottawa to visit. But when she got here,t he stitches from her colonoscapy on her belly opened up and all kinds of stuff started leaking out. Now she's in the car riding back to Ottawa to get to the hospital there. It kinda sucks but what can I do lol. I don't really even know why I'm posting this little note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news right now, my cat is licking a bar of butter. My mom is screaming at it. It is quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I have a pretty un eventful weekend planned out, nothing too exciting. My exams are done. SUCK DAT BITCHEZ. So.. while everyone is studying for chemistry I'll be baking pancakes and watching&amp;nbsp;movies starring big stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something more eventful happens, I'll contact you. I hope this post isn't a downer of any kind lol. I'm sorry if it is, don't worry, it's not that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4924697771219824597?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4924697771219824597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmm-i-cant-think-of-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4924697771219824597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4924697771219824597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmm-i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='Hmm I can&apos;t think of a title'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-8245948292772386695</id><published>2010-01-14T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:53:35.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs-Hams</title><content type='html'>That means exams. I neither like eggs nor ham. I like not exams. Anyways, no ne's been blogging because of the exams.. I think I'm doing okay so far. Maybe I'll pass math! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't really have anything else to talk about. I signed for college if that's important. &lt;br /&gt;Til next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. F**k! I always Miss Judge Judy! It's on at 3 and 3:30. I always think about watching it when it's like 3:53, which it is now. F**K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-8245948292772386695?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8245948292772386695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/eggs-hams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8245948292772386695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8245948292772386695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/eggs-hams.html' title='Eggs-Hams'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-82011072328957516</id><published>2010-01-11T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:37:44.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Principle's BALL duh duh duh</title><content type='html'>Hey people, I did well on my english speech! (To see english speech, please see fig. 1) Also today asked my FRIEND Volpi to the Principle's ball with me. Everyone's making such a big deala bout it.. they're all running around and stuff really confused-like. So, I'll be getting my suit this Saturday at some point. I'm so happy all boring suits look alike. I'm gonna wear the same suit for prom. No one's gonna notice. Oh- someone suggested that I wear something rediculous for PB, I thikn it was Amato. I won't, but a cat in the hat hat would be cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will repeat. VOLPI AND I ARE GOING AS FRIENDS. I am not interested in her in 'that way' as you may say. FRIENDS. God, I love Caps Lock.It pisses me off sometimes though when I click it by accident. I'm always worried that I'll be talking to my friend about how hr mom died or something then my caps lock will turn on and I'd be like DONT CRY ANYMORE WE LOVE YOU which wouldn't be that bad but it would just be weird. Anyways, I'll catch up with you three or four people who read my blog individually at some point of the day some day soon. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-82011072328957516?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/82011072328957516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/principles-ball-duh-duh-duh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/82011072328957516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/82011072328957516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/principles-ball-duh-duh-duh.html' title='The Principle&apos;s BALL duh duh duh'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3555058578226336189</id><published>2010-01-10T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:48:49.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My English Speech For Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>People Of The World by Kyle Lapointe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Imagine this. You are you at 50 or 60 or 70. You spent your whole life trying to satisfy the people around you, trying to appease society and trying give the world what it wants. Instead of going for your childhood dreams, instead of nurturing what you were passionate about, you spent your life unfulfilling deskjob after deskjob with a primary objective in life of looking good on paper. You work for some guy in a black suit who's name you don't even know but you hear that he's got a mansion somewhere in Southern Ontario and a floating future-car. Now you sit there in your futuristic suburban home after filing paperwork to make some poor person miserable and you think, 'Crap, this isn't what I want. Where have I gone wrong? This world doesn't satisfy my hunger. I don't feel as alive as I used to be.' And you make a bucket list but it's too late and on your deathbed you woefully conclude that you should have made more of your life. You wish that you could start again. You wish to find a purer happiness. Then you die and you're only remembered by your kids Jeff and Lisa. You left the world leaving no footprints whatsoever and just hoping to God that your kids don't follow the same twisted fate as you. It's as if you never had lived. You die unsatisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My fellow nations, my fellow people of the world, my piece of wisdom to you is the root of that little depressing story. My piece of wisdom can best be said in a quote by some old dead guy named Lao Tzu, and it is: 'If you look to others for fulfilment, you will never be truly fulfilled.' To me, this quote means that we shouldn't turn to things or even other people to find true happiness and unconditional fulfilment. To me, there is only one place these things can be found. (Call out a random name in the audience), do you know where that is? It's inside yourself for you, it's inside my self for I, since each person has a self, each person can find it somehow. In the future we don not need to be so nostalgic and we can avoid regret if we just try as hard as we freaking can to accomplish our goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; However, I find that reaching a state of true, unbridled fulfillment is becoming increasingly difficult as the world becomes more complex and as there are more things to distract us from out goals. Things like Ipods and Hannah Montana, things like heroin and toilet paper. There are just &lt;strong&gt;so many (watch the emphasis)&lt;/strong&gt; things out there and when you have an amusement park in your backyard, why not go out and play? But since we're so focused on the heroin-and-toilet-paper world, we never really take the time anymore to reflect and to open ourselves up and look inside and go 'hey, what's going on?' The philosophers of the olden days are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you, people of the world to be your own philosophers and to make sure you are always aware of what's going on in here (head) and here (heart). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you, people of the world, to be more aware of what you really want to do in life and of what is really important for vous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you, people of the world, to not be that 70-year old person who finally has time to reflect and who finally awakens and realizes that they've made a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you people of the world, to go your own way and make your mark on the world &lt;strong&gt;so you are not just a person of the world and so the earth may be a world of individual people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take my nugget and bury it deep in your sandy dunes or whatever form of terrain you possess and become the future you want to see. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3555058578226336189?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3555058578226336189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-my-english-speech-for-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3555058578226336189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3555058578226336189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-my-english-speech-for-tomorrow.html' title='This Is My English Speech For Tomorrow'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-9108561601690178575</id><published>2010-01-09T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T09:08:08.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just Going To Write Down A Random Train Of Thought</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking a lot right now..I've just come back from Mack the PoopPreacher's house after seeing Ibster after such a long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my main thoughts are coming from the though tthat I'm one of the only really real people I know. It seems like everyone is just on some set path and it seems to me like everyone's minds are very shallow..That's a really weird thought lol but that's how I'm seeing people. i'm seeing people as if they ar eunions with a few layers, with what people see, what people see if they look a bit deeper and what they actually are and that they're nothing more than that. To me it's as if it's that simple for each person except for myself. I don't think each person feels this same way.. I find that most people can't see that deep and don't really try to and they are just part of a framework created by life. What I'm feeling is really weird lol, I don't know.. I feel this way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that there's this ligh that I just can't see inside of each person.. This unexplainable light.. I don't know.. I also feel as if&amp;nbsp; I'm important and as if I can do something in life and that I have potential. I feel that I can accomplish my goals just because... I wonder if people think about how deep their minds are and about how far their thoughts go. Personally, I'm never sure about anything in life. Which isn't particularly good. I usually see th epros and cons of a situation then don't choose to do that situation. I over-think too much. But I like that I over-think in a way, it makes me feel good. I like how I think phylisophically sometimes too. And how its not just about material things. Wow I'm really stroking my ego lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that you can eithe rchoose to be happy or choose to be miserable. personally, I like both. Hapiness make syou feel good and make syou make others feel good (usually). Misery, however, I've noticed, makes me very creative and it makes me smart. I find people who are happy often can't see a big picture as much.. That's why they're happy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I like creativity. I like feeling smart. Not in an academic way, academic intelligence means nothing to me. An intelligence where you can see the world, see what other people see, see what's going on beyond it all. I believe that there's suc thing as an unconditional hapiness but that it can only be reached certain ways. 'Enlightenment' if you will. It can only be acheived by creating it yourself. By making yourself happy. Not by filling in your void with material possessions or with booze and drugs or even with friends. I believe that it can only be acheived once you are happy with yourself and at peace with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that was fun. I feel a lot off my head now. Whoo.. Oh by the way, meeting Ibster was great! He hasn't changed one bit at all. His friends think we're completely retarded. Mostly because we are. I'll talk to you soon if I can. Tomororw I;m writing a speech all day though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-9108561601690178575?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/9108561601690178575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-going-to-write-down-random.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/9108561601690178575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/9108561601690178575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-going-to-write-down-random.html' title='I&apos;m Just Going To Write Down A Random Train Of Thought'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-7031831558730518843</id><published>2010-01-08T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:00:38.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reptar, King of the Ozone</title><content type='html'>Thats the name of a song I've heard, lol. Anyways, this weekend Ibster's coming up from the US. However, I don't know if I'll be able to see him.. It seems like all weekend he's just gonna be with his new friends, clubbing and going to a party. I might be able to go downtown to see him a bit tomorrow but I hav emy driving test at 2:30 (what a god ofrsaken time,&amp;nbsp;I though tit would be on a weekday!) and afterwards, I might just leave for downtown. But hen after like an hour of hanging out, he'll have to go to his brother's girlfriend's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm no longer the room I wanted to be in for the New York trip. Its so disorganized, Allali pretty much desided to just forget about how we already picked roomates and now I'm stuck with different people. I still got Sunny in my room, but I lost Patzi which really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm finally done the God-forsaken personal project. It was fun but so much froggin work. Yes the O is in froggin on purpose. However, to counter the personal project's death, the wold has sent a retarded English speech my way where I need to talk about a piece of wisdom I have..I hate that so much. I suck at talking about myself. I'm good at being given stuff and then making it my own. I need a base so I can add a bit of Lingling to it then ship it off. I can't make stuff from scratch. So, bye party people. Hope you guys have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-7031831558730518843?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7031831558730518843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/reptar-king-of-ozone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7031831558730518843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/7031831558730518843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/reptar-king-of-ozone.html' title='Reptar, King of the Ozone'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-5589519496451168482</id><published>2010-01-06T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:36:52.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If ears could hear photos they'd be like woah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-VGgmmWdB0/S0U3c0aBS9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ZDc1bULAxzM/s1600-h/josh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-VGgmmWdB0/S0U3c0aBS9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ZDc1bULAxzM/s320/josh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This beautiful Pic of Bluejay (or Loveburn, whichever you prefer) is the product of an artiste. Theres an e at the end to make it sound more awesome. You may be wondering, 'where the f**k would someone like Bluejay get a professional photographer to take a picture of him?' Well, you are mistaken, knave. They are not a professional photographer, oh no. They are Hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Hill took some pretty cool pictures and I hope she take sa bunch more. (y).&amp;nbsp; Go on msn and check out which smiley that is. Yes I'm learning. Biotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I'm getting my creativity back. Out of the blue. Like a falling piano on a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a super-sided note, homework is evil and I want it to die. Other stuff to. God, I hate stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lingling's official list of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-Ibster comes down from Florida, gotta see him&lt;br /&gt;-Leanrner's test redo&lt;br /&gt;-Exams and studying like crazy for the math one&lt;br /&gt;-Getting an employment status&lt;br /&gt;-Get a suit for the principle's ball and go (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;Go to college and apply&lt;br /&gt;Get my bass and learn how to play&lt;br /&gt;Go to underground punk shows (Got two planned)&lt;br /&gt;Film a Mass Media project&lt;br /&gt;Make a video game for computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats about it so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-5589519496451168482?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/5589519496451168482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-ears-could-hear-photos-theyd-be-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5589519496451168482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5589519496451168482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-ears-could-hear-photos-theyd-be-like.html' title='If ears could hear photos they&apos;d be like woah'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-VGgmmWdB0/S0U3c0aBS9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ZDc1bULAxzM/s72-c/josh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-5760754511996488900</id><published>2010-01-03T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:25:20.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just thought I should tell you this</title><content type='html'>Hey on my warranty for my phone, it says this at one point: "This waranty covers normal consumer use and does not cover defects or damage attributed to acts of God." I found that pretty funny. Thats means that they won't compensate you if God damages your phone. I bet there was some funny court case at some point dealing with a comet coming form the heavens damaging someone's phone. Anyways, I might not have to pay for my phone. I'm crossing my fingers, I'd rather get my bass then pay for a phone I never asked for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-5760754511996488900?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/5760754511996488900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-thought-i-should-tell-you-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5760754511996488900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5760754511996488900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-thought-i-should-tell-you-this.html' title='I just thought I should tell you this'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3264676781480626638</id><published>2010-01-03T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:57:00.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsability Gained Through Irrseponsability</title><content type='html'>I just had an interesting night. Some buddies and I had a Rannik Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rannik Party Definition: Getting drunk in a small room while playing with videogames and fighting with weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank so hard just to see my maximum drinking capacity and now I never want to drink again. I just got home now and I've eaten the first thing for 24 hours: bread. My nights was fun lets just say that it was so crazy that I actually crossed something off of my bucket list: Drinking to unconciousness. I feel now that I will never again have an urge to be irresponsible again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why: &lt;br /&gt;1.When I was drinking, Mack noticed a rash starting up on my arm and i lost the ability to piss.&lt;br /&gt;2. I destroyed Cinderblock's house. I knocked down a sword rack he had and a bunch of other things got broke too.&lt;br /&gt;3. I passe dout in Cinderblock's bathroom with my pants down for 3 hours after puking absolutely everywhere. I moved around the bathroom and passed out in the shower, on te toilet and on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;4. His mom came home and saw me and cleaned up after me. I feel very humiliated about this. She's so nice.&lt;br /&gt;5. While washing my clothes, I left my cell phone in my pocket and now its broken. Cinder's mom offered me to have her cell phone which just made me feel like more of a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;6. I passed out again on the couch for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;7. I missed out on a lot of funny things while I was passed out liek Mack running around looking for his friend Jack.&lt;br /&gt;7. I couldn't sleep all night. &lt;br /&gt;8. I had to create a web of lies for my mom to get to Cinder's and to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun, like watching Mack scream 'Boobies!' at the T.v and randomly breaking into song and I think it was a great experience to get under my belt but now I just feel like sleeping. I'm waiting for my mom to get back home to scream at me for breaking my phone. I'm probably going to have to pay her for it. I'm not yet responsable enough to have a phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys probably think I'm uber stupid and I am. Whatever, at least I crossed something off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another thing is I don't remember most stuff I did last night. I came out of the bathroom after what felt like 10 minuted but it turned out to be 3 hours. I didn't even realized I fella sleep on the couch til I woke up 2 hours later and saw 2:something on the clock. I don't remembe rmost stuff we watched on tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do homework now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3264676781480626638?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3264676781480626638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/responsability-gained-through.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3264676781480626638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3264676781480626638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2010/01/responsability-gained-through.html' title='Responsability Gained Through Irrseponsability'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2560352151258187458</id><published>2009-12-30T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:26:21.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live or Let Die?</title><content type='html'>So the next few days, I've got lots of stuff planned. I'm covered the 31st, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not what this post is about, though. This post is about differences in opinion. Somehow while talking to Rannik, who by the way is being stalked by some of my friends, we came across a discussion. He stated that he is 51% religious and 49% athiest. He said this based on what he would prefer. He said that he would prefer to have an afterlife than to just die.&amp;nbsp; He told me that he would rather spend an eternity in hell than to not exist at all. I thought that this was really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, purtting aside all beliefs, I wouldn't want to spend my life purely suffering with no hope of a brighter future and with no good things in life. In my life so far, there has always been hope of some kind. I'm a firm believer of not killing yourself as well. I believe that life is absolutley precious and one must do whatever possible to survive and if they don't, they're stupid. Unless they're sacrificing themselves&amp;nbsp;to save another life. But even that shouldn't be done unless absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But then Rannik preceded to start saying that he would live forever if possible. I would not want to live forever. It sucks to be bored with life, to find life to be completely dull and out of your favour. Imagine feeling that forever. It would feel as if you're trapped inside life. Everything in life would just become one running joke that you see day to day. Life would lose its beauty.&amp;nbsp;I told him that I would live for 1000 years if I could, despite seeing everyone around me whom I loved die. I'd live to 1000 to see all the beauty of the world and to experience allt hat I could. but I would not want to live forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2560352151258187458?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2560352151258187458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/live-or-let-die.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2560352151258187458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2560352151258187458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/live-or-let-die.html' title='Live or Let Die?'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-460590926330634315</id><published>2009-12-29T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:04:51.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Cheese With Fleas</title><content type='html'>Okay so in the next few days, I got tons of stuff. I'm not free any day up until the break's over. I'm completely consumed by friends and homework. I want to maybe cross something else of my buncket list if possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've watched a few more movies, I'm at 96 now. 4 more then I'm done for the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was pretty useless. That's why its like making cheese with fleas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-460590926330634315?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/460590926330634315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-cheese-with-fleas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/460590926330634315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/460590926330634315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-cheese-with-fleas.html' title='Making Cheese With Fleas'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4235996728845042293</id><published>2009-12-28T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:47:16.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creeping Death..</title><content type='html'>Homework is creeping death to me. I never do it before the last day and I always have all this unnecessary tension while I procrastinate. For the last week and a half, I'v ebeen doing nothing, I've just been at home bored at my skull and I hav ethat stupid work to do. I don't know when I will though lol. Anyways, I'm in a not very fun mood. I'm ni a 'there's nothing to do' mood. I want my bass so bad! I've been making a list of songs I wanna learn. Until them I'll be just watching tv all day and I'll be worried about work. I hate work. I spit on work. Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4235996728845042293?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4235996728845042293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/creeping-death.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4235996728845042293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4235996728845042293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/creeping-death.html' title='Creeping Death..'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3046943130043087113</id><published>2009-12-26T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:52:21.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Is Dead! OMG, time for a song</title><content type='html'>Today Mack helped me come up with a tune for Dig Two Graves. Its gonna be largely in the style of Death By Stereo. Very fast and very dramatic. In this post, I've decided to share with you guys a gem that I hold dear to my heart. One of my acoustic songs. I have 2 of them. This is one. Theother noe I probably won't release to you. Sorry. The backstory oft his one (Pulse) is that in the last few days at camp, I had become very attached to the people around me and to the simplicity oft he world down there. It was just work and sleep. Fun came from working. You had to make your own fun. I kinda got a taste of the old days I guess. Anyways, one of my friends, Shada, &amp;nbsp;pulled out their guitars (by the way she could play Swing Life Away) and she started playing some random acoustic riff. I had just had a conversation with another camp friend called Wawbek about how many times a heart beats per minute and her riff inspired me to show off my writing power. I started coming up with a song in my mind as I heard her riff over and over and then I ran to my cabin and 5 minutes later came out with this song. I sang it for her and she liked it. Its about great times with friends in a simple world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulse &lt;br /&gt;Genre- Acoustic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of town on a dead end road&lt;br /&gt;Another day, just another stroke&lt;br /&gt;Of a clock thats ticking to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such a beautiful time in such&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful place it seems&lt;br /&gt;That all you've got's the people who's hearts are beating fastest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;And I can feel your heart beating faster and faster&lt;br /&gt;And every beat is making me so much warmer and warmer&lt;br /&gt;And every night we're getting so much closer and closer&lt;br /&gt;Your pulse is my way to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Your pulse is the fire in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your pulse is what helps me survive&lt;br /&gt;Your pulse is what keeps me alive and living through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to stop but there's just no time&lt;br /&gt;Cause every day I'm thinking on my mind &lt;br /&gt;Of the life we've left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times you beat per minute?&lt;br /&gt;I hope your beats are infinite&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'll have to let you go go go away now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cold nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ones one of my personal favourites along with my other acoustic song which I think is better. My other favourites are all my softer songs like The Leaving Song and Grey and Bus to Nowhere and Firebreathing Woman&amp;nbsp;which kinda sucks cause I dont only wanna be a good sentimental writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3046943130043087113?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3046943130043087113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-dead-omg-time-for-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3046943130043087113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3046943130043087113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-dead-omg-time-for-song.html' title='Christmas Is Dead! OMG, time for a song'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-653852344550303636</id><published>2009-12-26T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:42:04.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMA GONNA FIRE ME LAZERR!!!</title><content type='html'>The title is something Bluejay says lol. Anyways, since the start of this year, I've been counting the movies I've seen in hope of seeing 100 this year. I'm at 92!!!! In the next 5 days I'm gonna have to see&amp;nbsp;8 more. Here's a list of what I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mall Cop&lt;br /&gt;Zombie Diaries&lt;br /&gt;Bringing Down The House&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Rings: 2 Towers&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar 2&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar&lt;br /&gt;Powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview With a Vampire&lt;br /&gt;Austin Powers&lt;br /&gt;Bon Cop, Bad Cop&lt;br /&gt;Meet The Parents&lt;br /&gt;The Rocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land Of The Dead&lt;br /&gt;Austin Powers 2&lt;br /&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;br /&gt;The Shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee Movie&lt;br /&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;I Love You, Man&lt;br /&gt;Donnie Darko&lt;br /&gt;28 Days Later&lt;br /&gt;Monty Python's Meaning Of Life&lt;br /&gt;Yes Man&lt;br /&gt;Quarantine&lt;br /&gt;Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;House Bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 13th Ghost&lt;br /&gt;Philidelphia&lt;br /&gt;Shrooms&lt;br /&gt;The Blair Witch Project&lt;br /&gt;Xmen- Wolverine&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;Stand By Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;Seducing Dr. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Domestic Disturbance&lt;br /&gt;The Truman Show&lt;br /&gt;Seven&lt;br /&gt;Valkyrie&lt;br /&gt;Holes&lt;br /&gt;An American Tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at camp!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken&lt;br /&gt;Transformers 2&lt;br /&gt;The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;Feivil Goes West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;br /&gt;Edward Scissorhands&lt;br /&gt;Punk Rock Holocaust&lt;br /&gt;Viscious Circle&lt;br /&gt;Repo: The Genetic Opera&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;br /&gt;Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;Punk's Not Dead&lt;br /&gt;Global Metal&lt;br /&gt;A Few Good Men&lt;br /&gt;The Skulls&lt;br /&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;br /&gt;Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;Rat Race&lt;br /&gt;Talledega Nights: The Ballad of Rickey Bobby&lt;br /&gt;wow thats a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Watchmen&lt;br /&gt;District 9&lt;br /&gt;Saw&lt;br /&gt;Religulous&lt;br /&gt;The Mummy 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waters&lt;br /&gt;Flushed Away&lt;br /&gt;The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Saw 2&lt;br /&gt;The Ghouls&lt;br /&gt;The Exorcist&lt;br /&gt;Godzilla&lt;br /&gt;Saw 3&lt;br /&gt;American Pie: Naked Mile&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's Boy&lt;br /&gt;American Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabaret&lt;br /&gt;The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed&lt;br /&gt;Hostel 2&lt;br /&gt;Turistas&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal Activity&lt;br /&gt;Strangers on a Train&lt;br /&gt;Sweeny Tod: Demon Barber on Fleet Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Alone&lt;br /&gt;The Big Labowski&lt;br /&gt;House of Wax&lt;br /&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;The Diving Bell and the Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Bad Santa&lt;br /&gt;Hook&lt;br /&gt;Fargo&lt;br /&gt;A Fish Called Wanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting to see in which months I see the most movies and which movies I see each month. I'll use my blog to keep myself updated on anything new I watch. Maybe you guys remember watching a few of those with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-653852344550303636?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/653852344550303636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/ima-gonna-fire-me-lazerr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/653852344550303636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/653852344550303636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/ima-gonna-fire-me-lazerr.html' title='IMA GONNA FIRE ME LAZERR!!!'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-4705948443231702368</id><published>2009-12-25T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:10:30.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-VGgmmWdB0/SzWRXpn_f1I/AAAAAAAAABM/SEt-zcnyuk8/s1600-h/fargo.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-VGgmmWdB0/SzWRXpn_f1I/AAAAAAAAABM/SEt-zcnyuk8/s320/fargo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just watched the movie Fargo on this Christmas day. I also got like $450. Tomororw I'm gonna go spend it on useless stuff and then save the rest for my bass. I've never gotten more than $100 before for Christmas. Huh. Oh well. Anyways, after wolfing down chocolate and chips all day I decided to watch the movie Fargo, which is by the Coen Brothers who did The Big Labowski. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basis of this movie is that some nerd living in some par tof the US no one's ever heard of makes up a plot to get his wife kidnapped in order to collect ransom from his rich father-in-law. However, the quirky kidnappers can't do anything right and end up getting caugh tby the police and getting the nerd caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing in the movie is the dialect of the townspeople. They have this way of speaking where they always are super-nice and they insert a 'ya' or two into every sentence. Its really funny and it makes the dialogue very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly sure what the genre is- there isn't really one. The whole movie's a mystery I guess, with dark humour. Its kinda slow but the characters are really fun and interesting and the setting is pretty cool and bleak. Its a little slow and there isn't really a climax but whatever. The whole movie's pretty much about completely every day people getting stuck in kinda weird pardicaments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give this movie a 4/5 cause its cool and its pretty funny. And also cause I heard that some woman died looking for the money buried in the film because at the start it says, 'this is a true story.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-4705948443231702368?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4705948443231702368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4705948443231702368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/4705948443231702368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/ya.html' title='Ya'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-VGgmmWdB0/SzWRXpn_f1I/AAAAAAAAABM/SEt-zcnyuk8/s72-c/fargo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3132597812918724226</id><published>2009-12-23T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:51:29.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes the Uneventful Days Are Boring</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm listening to Black Flag really loud to drown out my sister. You know when someone does something as a joke a few times then eventually, after using the joke so many times, it becomes part of their way of talking? Like there was this kid I knew who always used to do a gay kid voice. Then, eventually, he did it so much, it became his normal voice. The same is happening with my sister. She had this stupid little hehe laugh that she kind of did as a joke. But now she subconciously puts it in every sentence. ITS SO F**KING ANNOYING. I severely want to strangle her right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today everyone went to Paintball and basically the only thing I did was go Christmas Shopping. Thank God my friend Volps gave me 40$ for Christmas! It came in real handy for shopping. For my dad I bought a Bon Jovi CD and I bought myself &amp;nbsp;Stadium Arcadium, a 2-disc RHCP album for 15$ and I spent like an hour looking for a gift for my mom. My search brought me to a cardstore. Outside the store, there were one of those people gathering money for some cause. I noticed that no one was giving him money and thw whole time I was in the cardstore, I could hear him ringing his little bell. I didn't really care what his cause was, I just gave him money cause I decided that anyone passionate enough to kind of in a sense beg for money for a cause deserves the money. I'd be really annoyed at people and embarassed if I was constantly getting shot down while asking for money for a cause I beleived in. So I kind of gave him the money just to make him feel like someone cared about his cause, even though I really had no clue what the money was going towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, I went home and listened to my CD. I then almost punched my sister on like 14 occasions because of her stupid laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3132597812918724226?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3132597812918724226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-uneventful-days-are-boring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3132597812918724226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3132597812918724226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-uneventful-days-are-boring.html' title='Sometimes the Uneventful Days Are Boring'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6044005325717362186</id><published>2009-12-22T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:01:08.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoonie G Cabaret</title><content type='html'>I have no clue whats with the title. However, today we did play spoons. But we didn't watch a cabaret..Who the f**k ever watches cabarets? Anyways, today was the last day of official school before Christmas. Its funny how now is the time that I realize that I owe people gifts..My mom, my dad, thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluejay&amp;nbsp;money owe count: $5.00. I'm using my blog to keep track of this. You don't even care though, you're just happy I mentioned you :) Yes, I'm getting better with the smileys! SOON I CAN RULE THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today like 11 people went to Mack's house to play spoons. I now realize that I cna't think of any more names for Mack. My creativity is dying.. The more normal I become, the more my creativity dies. Back on topic- we went over and the first thing that I did, as I always do at someone's house- was look for food. I raided everything he owned. HAHA. I realize that some people though tthat I was being very intrusive into his cupboards and all that and now that I look back, that me is a very different person from the me now. I change a lot. What can I say. I'm like a ditto. If you don't know what a ditto is, DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we played a huge game of spoons. It was so chaotic but so fun as usual. Stupid Cinderblock kept pushing the rules though lol, that was kinda annoying. I was surprirsed that he wasn't as good as I thought he'd be. A GIRL beat him. That says a lot. Sorry cinder, I'm just mad at you for trying to sack me. So we played and everyone went out one by one with a few minor injuries. I got tackled into wrestling positions and all that, but even the great Lingling went out eventually tot he Humble Shteffen. Its kind of like a king being killed by a flea. Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we palyed video games. Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then I came back and Steve's called up and sad that I won't be getting my bass for another month. Wadda bitch. They gotta order it directly from Ibanez. I effing hate musical people. They're so unreliable. So, now I'm looking forward to a very boring Christmas break. Maybe it'll be my worst Christmas thusfar. One can only hope&amp;nbsp; when it comes to Christmas. Or get stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6044005325717362186?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6044005325717362186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/spoonie-g-cabaret.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6044005325717362186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6044005325717362186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/spoonie-g-cabaret.html' title='Spoonie G Cabaret'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6199079597075330768</id><published>2009-12-19T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:47:58.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALEGRIAAAAAAAA!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, like I told you, I have updates on my day. OMG MY DAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, part 1 of my plan failed as I did not fall while watching a movie as I couldn't find a good movie to watch. I decided that I wanted to wake up at 1, (remember?) so I put a note on my computer saying 'Please do not use this computer, no matter how quiet you try to be, I will wake up. I do not like waking up at 8 and if you disregard this note I will be angry.' I hav ethis ability to wake up at the sound of anything and its really annoying. I suppose it can come in handy if I'm about to be assassinate din my sleep but it sucks for me on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom disregarded the note and woke me&amp;nbsp; up at 8. I ran over to my guest bedroom at this time and slept for another 2 hours before getting up. I didn't listen to reggae in the shower as I couldn't find the stupid adaptor cable to attach my MP3 to the stereo. But I sang it in the shower anyways. I got out and failed at making pancakes. I chose to not grease the pan, not add vegetable oil and I decided to add honey to the badder. Doing this made really gooey pancakes. But I ate them all anyways. I then called up Steve's and leanred that they have no effin steffin clue where my bass is. The delivery wa ssupposed to take 1 week but is now taaking a month. Vince the nice dude will call me back. He is the only nice person there. Eeveryone else is a wrenchclock. Except the receptionist. She's a beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after losing my receipt for my bass and my cell and then finding them again, I left. I waited at Metro for Butters while drinknig a juf of milk I purchased. Some dude was like, "C'est bon?" Which in his strange dialect menas, "Is it good, yo?" And I said, "Oui." even though I hate chocomilk.&amp;nbsp;My mom didn't want one of my friends to drive me around so I lied to her and told her I was taking the bus. Butters drove me around the world looknig for Wucass' house. We ended up on the other side of the world and we went through many strange unexpected twists and turns while listening to his driving cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there, I finished off the goal on my list to drink a jug of chocomilk, but at a price. I had rediculous gas and ran to the bathroom like 5 times during presents. Every time I came out I said stuff like, "Have you ever fealt bad for the toilet paper?" Everyone was disgusted. It was hilarious. While wrapping my present in 20 layers of paper, I forgot to pu inside one crucial thing: the gift. Luckily, I brought the song in my pocket and I sang it to Wucass with Macks' help. We then showed him a video we made for him in which we dance and sack eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed Hill her secret Santa gift too and she thought it was cool. What other cool stuff happened...Oh yeah. Wucass is like some sort of clean freak so all night I kept messing up his basement and I kept hiding stuff. At one point I mad ea shrine in his bathroom out of shampoo bottles. Everyone there (who happend to be a fine group of friends if I do say) also got a kick out of me screaming "Alegria!" and other things that rhym with it like "ChuckyCheesa" and "Gonarriah." We then watched some cool videos on the computer and I went home. pretty cool night. I love having friends who can drive, I feel freedom. Its awesome. I love freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6199079597075330768?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6199079597075330768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/alegriaaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6199079597075330768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6199079597075330768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/alegriaaaaaaaa.html' title='ALEGRIAAAAAAAA!!'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-1282193311620351265</id><published>2009-12-18T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:21:17.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tomorrow Plan</title><content type='html'>Tomororw's gonna be awesome! Today was pretty awesome even though I failed my learner's test. Oh Well. Boohoo. WTF. KILL EVERYONE. Anyways, this is my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Tomororw I'm gonna tell you how many of these things I actually completed. Possibly I won't copmlete any of them. That would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fall asleep watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wake up at 1.&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen to Sublime and other ska and reggae while I'm in the shower&lt;br /&gt;4. Make pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Call up Steve's about how retarded their delivery system is. No worries tho.&lt;br /&gt;7. Watch anothe rmoviefilm.&lt;br /&gt;8. Either get picked up by Butter's or manually get to Wucass' house for his awesom eparty which will become totally violent out of proportion. On the way, I wish to pick up a 4L jug of chocolate mil. I gotta complete that challenge!&lt;br /&gt;9. Get there&lt;br /&gt;10. Give Wucass his super-wrapped gift (crossing that off my to-do list) and give Hill her Scret Santa gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. 10, what a retardedly even number. BTW, thanks Bluejay/Loveburn for comenting on my song. I never thought of it as Rage-Against-The-Machinesy but that sounds pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gotta get to wrapping. I'll tell you how my paln goes. Peacizzle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-1282193311620351265?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/1282193311620351265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-tomorrow-plan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/1282193311620351265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/1282193311620351265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-tomorrow-plan.html' title='My Tomorrow Plan'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-9102315731325794939</id><published>2009-12-16T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:05:37.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Train of thought led to a song..</title><content type='html'>I wrote a song just now off of a pretty angry train of thought thus the song is pretty angry. It's also pretty complex. Lots of random thoughts in there..No real rhyme sceme yet or anything. LOL I've been wanting to name a song that for a while now. Angry philisophical thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig Two Graves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people can't stop complaining&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they see that their hearts are live and healthy&lt;br /&gt;And their pains are no bigger than the average human fist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people can't stop talking&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they see that they're being controlled&lt;br /&gt;And they're nothing in the eyes of the world&lt;br /&gt;But everything is theirs' in their searching eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so fucking selfish,&amp;nbsp; and you just victimize&lt;br /&gt;You take and take and take without ever any repercussions&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that something will go wrong in this machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Contemplate a future&lt;br /&gt;Dig two graves&lt;br /&gt;One for yourself and one for your nonsense&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear it&lt;br /&gt;But also get smarter, I don't want you to think it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ignorance is&amp;nbsp;driving &lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;insane&lt;br /&gt;Because I see that I'm so ignorant &lt;br /&gt;Just shut up&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;But also get smarter&lt;br /&gt;Don't bury me as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brake it down, your mind is so simple&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see how very complex the world is&lt;br /&gt;How intricate every action is&lt;br /&gt;And how there is not just wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;Black and white&lt;br /&gt;Fight and Flight&lt;br /&gt;How the world doesn't conform to your idiology&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you impose it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priorities, what's more important?&lt;br /&gt;Getting up&amp;nbsp;late or getting up at all&lt;br /&gt;Winning the war or fighting hard?&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy in ignorance..&lt;br /&gt;Would I be better off there as well?&lt;br /&gt;So happy in illusion&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why you create it obsessively&lt;br /&gt;Like an impulse, you don't even notice&lt;br /&gt;Criticism, like acceptance can be done by impulse&lt;br /&gt;The smart will think real hard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk the path and don't look back&lt;br /&gt;Unless you need to catch your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Don't dwell or you'll turn to salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundane, Mundane&lt;br /&gt;Mundane I don't wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;Mundane, Mundane&lt;br /&gt;Mundane, I don't wanna hear this noise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-9102315731325794939?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/9102315731325794939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/train-of-thought-led-to-song.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/9102315731325794939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/9102315731325794939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/train-of-thought-led-to-song.html' title='A Train of thought led to a song..'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-8787422816315418908</id><published>2009-12-16T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:26:01.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehe..</title><content type='html'>Cinder and MackUglyBurger just came to my house today and w emade not only a present for my secret Santa person but a present for my friend Wucass for his birthday. It was hilariously fun to make! They might not come out well but oh well, I tried. Also, I have back-up. I'm not gonna reveal too much but the secret santa gift I have involves Mack dressed as a girl. At least for part 1. I'm not gonna be at school (probably) on Friday because of my driving test so I'll give it to my person at Wucass' party. I'll give him his presents too. He'll find them hilarious. He's got a thing for rape humour and this will satisfy him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of driving tests earlier, OMG ITS ON FRIDAY! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!! I g2 study asap. Probably as soon as ths post is done. Last time&amp;nbsp;I failed, I need to get 75% on each part. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYA dweebs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-8787422816315418908?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8787422816315418908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/hehehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8787422816315418908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8787422816315418908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/hehehe.html' title='Hehehe..'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3022423085036937214</id><published>2009-12-14T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:24:54.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viewer Discression Is Not Advised</title><content type='html'>You know whats the stupidest thing in the world? 'Viewer discression is advised'. I just realized now. Isn't discression the noun for being discreet? Isn't being discreet being quiet? Does my television want me to shut up? What is he, some rapist who threatened me? Thats weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, who is the television to tell me to shut up? I am the only&amp;nbsp;one who tells myself to shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, with Christmas comes all kinds of random parties. My Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 17: Camp staff party/ secret santa.&lt;br /&gt;December 18: Learner Permit&lt;br /&gt;December 19: Hill Party&lt;br /&gt;December 29: Spoons Party at Gobby's&lt;br /&gt;December 30: Ice Rink Party at friend Assrock's house or areana.. I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff. I love parties. I hope SOMEONE invites me to some ofg his cousin's friends parties too. That would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cool, get out of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3022423085036937214?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3022423085036937214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/viewer-discression-is-not-advised.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3022423085036937214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3022423085036937214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/viewer-discression-is-not-advised.html' title='Viewer Discression Is Not Advised'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-3080929162225270266</id><published>2009-12-12T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:49:10.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Type Of Adventure</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome. Mack the heartattack, Hill, Butters and I embarked on a journey. We decided that we would take random busses around Montreal and have an awesome bonding experience. Hill wanted to be part of it because it was something that was on her bucket list and she wanted to see what our adventures were like. So We me up at Fairview at 11:00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mack wanted to test out the theory that nothing bad happens to Hill. It's true! Nothing bad happened! However, we did find 2 random people. We starte doff our quest taking a random bus which ended up in Ile Bizard. On the bus, Mack smashe dhis head into the wall and it wa shilarious. We all alughed at his pain. We ended up in the rural world of Ile Bizard where we went to eat and a greasy spoon Quebec-type restaurant. There, we put all our money together and after&amp;nbsp; huge money-counting fiasco where I found a peso in my pocket, we bought a family fry. I love Quebec fries! The portions are so huge! Me and Butters then spent 3$ each for a super energy drink called the 'Big Mofo' which supposedly had 2.5 the amount of caffiene of a Redbul. We thought that sounded really cool, bought it and took pictures. We&amp;nbsp;then started spilling it into the snow to write our names.&amp;nbsp;Butters noticed that there was weird stuff floating in his drink reminicent to an ejeculatory aquious and fed some to Mack. We then hopped on the bus after Mack chased me down a dead-end street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the 205 to Pierrefonds where we got off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We found a Super C. This inspired a new theory. D.D.O is run by Super C's and IGA's. In Super C, we looked for something andom and funny to buy and settled with a six-pack of Ginger Ale. We then took our Ginger Ale to a random Tim Hortons we found where Mack found some dude from his soccer team. Outside Tim Hortons, we found some bitchy old lady arguing with some people shovelling the sidewalk about the matter which they were shovelling the sidewalk. I can't understnad french so Mack was translating their whole discussion. We then took a super-long busride back to Fairview on which we reflected about life and talke dabout sex and watched the old people watching us do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then got to Butters where we basically just hid in his room (The Attic) and had a grea ttime. We started by talking about sex a lot and about what guys think and about how girls gossip. We decided that Hill is one of the guys (for u tardsticks out ther, she literally isn't) and we had random guy fights. We then talked about horror movies and about how Butter's room is creepy. I noticed that the whole time we were just sitting there in the dark talking, time went by slowly. It was really cool compared to when you play a videogame or something an dtime zooms by. While we were talking, I was working abrasively to conquer an item on my bucket list: Drikn a container of chocolate milk in one day out of the jug. However, I noticed that this was easier said then done and I got rediculous gas. I farted on everyone (I have some sort of crazy farting problem) and they confiscated my milk. To&amp;nbsp;rebel against Ryan, I started going through his stuff and found some personal stuff (hehehe). We started palying acoustic guitar too, which was fun in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate some food then started talking about more phylisophicla topics like turning back time to do things you wish you hadn't done and how sex relates to farting. We also starte da little girl conversation with chips and gummies and the telling of secrets and gossiping. Hill kind of showe dus the world of the girl and told us how comfortable she was with us. It was cool. Note: It was really hilarious when Mack started drinking my choco-milk and I said booger and the milk flew out of his nose on Butter's blankets. I really dislike chocolate milk but I still gotta get that done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love adventures like this, they're so fun and simple. Its the best way to bond. Just conversing and having adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-3080929162225270266?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3080929162225270266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-type-of-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3080929162225270266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/3080929162225270266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-type-of-adventure.html' title='A New Type Of Adventure'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-6063799113997776470</id><published>2009-12-11T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:32:36.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Film Review: Pulp Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-VGgmmWdB0/SyMhsdXCrfI/AAAAAAAAABE/Iy76DBvpLJg/s1600-h/pulp+fiction.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-VGgmmWdB0/SyMhsdXCrfI/AAAAAAAAABE/Iy76DBvpLJg/s320/pulp+fiction.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heyya! A friend of mine (Ninja) who's an asian-italian ninja, recommended the classic cult hit, Pulp Fiction. I've been wanting to see it for a while and now I finally have! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you don't like slow movies/ complex movies/ movie swith absolutley no story, you won't like this one. After I finished watching it, it didn't ffel like I watched a movie. It felt like I watched something else. It's style is so different form other movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing you can notice about this movie after watching it a bit is tha tit has no storyline. Its basically a bunch of occurances put into one picture. It leaves you with lots of unanswered questions and nothing ends up being resolved. The main character dies halfway through, too. Well- ther eisn't really a main character, its about a bunch of people. The director didn't try to teach us any lesson at the end of it, which I thought was really wierd. This movie is like life. You don't know everything, you never see the full picture and you don't&amp;nbsp;necessarily learn anything.&amp;nbsp;The movie kind of goes everywhere and its really hardto explain without having you see it. Characters appear for no apparent reason, unexpalined things happen and at times, tons of useless information is fed to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acting was really good and there are lots of cool stars. The stars end up doing all kinds of stuff and portraying all kinds of emotions, I don't know what genre it is. The movie starts off with like 7 swear words per sentence but then cools down. There are lots of really random things that happens and there seems to be a general disregard for human life. THERE AR EA LOT OF SUPER-LONG CONVERSATIONS. Pretty much the whole movie is made up of them, where characters just talk about their favourite meals or their backstories. Even though these things don't matter, they help us learn a bit about the characters. There are also a lot of re-acuring images like being in the bathroom and theres a black guy being raped by a police officer who gets attacked by Bruce Willis with a katana after he kidds an S&amp;amp;M guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it 4/5 stars, because its so original. its retty slow and uneventful but it was really something that played with my mind. CYA soon, tomorrow going on a bus ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-6063799113997776470?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6063799113997776470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/film-review-pulp-fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6063799113997776470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/6063799113997776470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/film-review-pulp-fiction.html' title='Film Review: Pulp Fiction'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-VGgmmWdB0/SyMhsdXCrfI/AAAAAAAAABE/Iy76DBvpLJg/s72-c/pulp+fiction.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2890281757233908478</id><published>2009-12-10T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:02:26.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unquestioned love for unquestioned work</title><content type='html'>One thing on my list of things that makes me mad is when someone tells nme to do something without any explanation. I hat eit when someone just tells me to do something just to enforce their authority over me. I like to follow my own beleifs and I really hate conforming to make someone else like me or to have someone think of me in a certain way. I just like everything to be very honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we didn't get a snow day. Unhappy Smiley. However, we did get to see the passing of the Olympic torch. Hey I'm making&amp;nbsp; a plan of what I'm gonna do as soon as I get my bass. First, I'm gonna learn a few songs that I'v ebeen really set to learn. Then, I'm gonna try doing the Blood Sugar Sex Magik album, which is a pretty good album for basslines. The first thing my friend Libbo did on bass was that album.&lt;br /&gt;Blue Man Group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm hoping for something eventful to surpass..I don't know what to get my person for a secret santa we're doing......Normally for things like this I make something original like a song. However, I feel my creativity waning... Also, on saturday, me and Hill and Mack and Butters might go on a downtown adventure. We'll probably just take a bunch of busses ending up somewhere then go back to Butters'. Wait, have I ever told you about Butter's house? OMG best house ever. The cupboards ar elined with goodies. There is food as far as the eyes can see and as far as the nose can smell. Fun time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen my friend maiL for a while, I mean a long while. I keep putting it off. Maybe I'll see him this weekend omn Sunday. Oh, I have a new theory about Sundays. They Suck! Sundays alway either have work that fails, or nothingness or diareah. They always seem to be too short and homework filled too. Anyways, tty when something happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2890281757233908478?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2890281757233908478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/unquestioned-love-in-exchange-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2890281757233908478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2890281757233908478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/unquestioned-love-in-exchange-for.html' title='Unquestioned love for unquestioned work'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2005581161906966233</id><published>2009-12-08T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:49:49.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day?</title><content type='html'>Apparently tonight its supposed to snow harcore. You know what that means! There's a chance of a sonw day! Hooray! Best day of the year! I was thinknig that&amp;nbsp;in the&amp;nbsp;horrific event of a snow day, we can go to Mack's and have a spoons party. That would be jive. Since the snows coming so late tonight, there's quite the chance that it won't melt for tomorrow morning. Muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a song a while back called snow day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I can't find the paper for the Olympic Torch thingy! I really want to get out of school. I do not want to miss going out with everyone even if its just for a period. I gotta find it. It'll be cool in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, short posts look the best, they don't intimidate. CYA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2005581161906966233?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2005581161906966233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2005581161906966233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2005581161906966233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day?'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-2033429616318607291</id><published>2009-12-07T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:44:07.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am REALLY bored</title><content type='html'>Originally, I was gonna do a `most touching song list` but instead, I decided I`d do a lsit of my current favourite 100 songs and see how it changes in a month or two. I repeat I AM REALLY BORED. They aren`t in any order. That would take too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Snuff- Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;2. The King Is Dead- A Wilhelm Scream&lt;br /&gt;3. All Along The Watchtower- Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;4. Little Death- +44&lt;br /&gt;5. Knocked Down- Pennywise&lt;br /&gt;6. Pull My Strings- Dead Kennedys&lt;br /&gt;7. Mess Of Me- Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;8. I Will Possess Your Heart- Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;9. Meet Me At The Equinox- Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;10. I Will Follow You Into The Dark- DCFC&lt;br /&gt;11. Everything Sucks- Dope&lt;br /&gt;12. I Want To Conquer The World- Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;13. Rebel Yell- Dope&lt;br /&gt;14. You Spin Me Right Round- Dope&lt;br /&gt;15. Fireflies- Owl City&lt;br /&gt;16. Kerosene- Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;17. All Good Soldiers- Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;18. Destined For Nothing- Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;19. Deadramones- Modern Life Is War&lt;br /&gt;20. Americna Waste- Black Flag&lt;br /&gt;21. Boiled Frogs- Alexisonfire&lt;br /&gt;22. WouldÉ- Alice In Chains&lt;br /&gt;23. Worker Bees- Billy Talent&lt;br /&gt;24. Hand Of Blood- Bullet For My Valentine&lt;br /&gt;25. California Uber Alles- Dead Kennedys&lt;br /&gt;26. Stricken- Disturbed&lt;br /&gt;27.&amp;nbsp; Tonight Is The Night We Ride- Evergreen Terrace&lt;br /&gt;28. Anchor Ends- A Wilhelm Scream&lt;br /&gt;29. Killing It- AWS&lt;br /&gt;30. Starter- Evergreen Terrace&lt;br /&gt;31. Mad World- Evergreen Terrace&lt;br /&gt;32. This Respirator- Flatliners&lt;br /&gt;33. Eulogy- Flatliners&lt;br /&gt;34. Tina- Flyleaf&lt;br /&gt;35. Bite Hard- Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;36.&amp;nbsp; Say I won`t- Gaslight Anthem&lt;br /&gt;37. Chinese Democracy- Guns N Roses&lt;br /&gt;38. Light Grenades- Incubus&lt;br /&gt;39. Got The Life- Korn&lt;br /&gt;40.&amp;nbsp; Word Up- Korn&lt;br /&gt;41. Dasboard- Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;42. Only- Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;43. Separation of Church and Skate- NOFX&lt;br /&gt;44. F*uck Authority- Pennywise&lt;br /&gt;45. Stand Up- Pennywise&lt;br /&gt;46. Gone Away- Offspring&lt;br /&gt;47. Losing My Religion- R.E.M&lt;br /&gt;48. Old Friend- Rancid&lt;br /&gt;49. Journey To The End of the East Bay- Rancid&lt;br /&gt;50. Olympia Wa.- Rancid&lt;br /&gt;51. Fall Back Down- Rancid&lt;br /&gt;52. Career Opportunities- Dropkick Murphys&lt;br /&gt;53. Fightstarter Karioke- Dropkick Murphys&lt;br /&gt;54. The Greeting Song- RHCP&lt;br /&gt;55. Warm Tape- RHCP&lt;br /&gt;56. Savior- RHCP&lt;br /&gt;57. This Is The Place- RHCP&lt;br /&gt;58. My Friends- RHCP&lt;br /&gt;59. Historia Calimatatum- Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;60. Nervous Breakdown- Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;61. Fix Me- Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;62. Obstruct View- Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;63. Art Of Losing- Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;64. Drones- Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;65. Gimme Shelter- Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;66. Don`t Drag Me Down- Social Distortion&lt;br /&gt;67. Doin`Time- Sublime&lt;br /&gt;68. Metro- System Of A Down&lt;br /&gt;69. Lights And Sounds- Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;70. No Smiles In The Ghetto- Wisdom In Chains&lt;br /&gt;71. Little Death-+44&lt;br /&gt;72. Kryptonite- 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;73. Crisis- Alexisonfire&lt;br /&gt;74. Don`t Trust Me- 3OH!3&lt;br /&gt;75. This Could Be Love- Alkaline Trio&lt;br /&gt;76. Like A stone- Audioslave&lt;br /&gt;77. Critical Acclaim- Avneged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;78. Suffer- Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;79. Sabotage- Beastie Boys&lt;br /&gt;80. Paperback Writer- Beatles&lt;br /&gt;81. White Minority- Black Flag&lt;br /&gt;82. Song 2- Blur&lt;br /&gt;83. About A Girl- Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;84. Lotus- Cage The Elephant&lt;br /&gt;85. London Calling- The Clash&lt;br /&gt;86. Wake The Dead- Comeback Kid&lt;br /&gt;87. Soldiers- Drowning Pool&lt;br /&gt;88. The Flood- Escape The Fate&lt;br /&gt;89. I`ll Keep Your Memory Vaigue- Finger 11&lt;br /&gt;90. Shackler`s Revenege- Guns N Roses&lt;br /&gt;91. Ham On My Boner- GWAR&lt;br /&gt;92. Main Offender- Hives&lt;br /&gt;93. Pendulous Threads- Incubus&lt;br /&gt;94. Shame- Inwar dEye&lt;br /&gt;95. Hurt- Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;96. Helena- Misfits&lt;br /&gt;97. Saints Of Los Angeles- Motley Crue&lt;br /&gt;98. Closer- Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;99. Walla Walla- Offspring&lt;br /&gt;100. kids don`t Follow- Replacements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat a waste of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-2033429616318607291?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2033429616318607291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-really-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2033429616318607291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/2033429616318607291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-really-bored.html' title='I am REALLY bored'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-8119755432647311788</id><published>2009-12-07T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:48:59.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A random Shout-Out About Everyone</title><content type='html'>You know that feeling where you remeber that you forgot something? I feel it right now. I'm sure that someone told m eto do some sort of a favour and I forgot. Oh, ok, now I remember..My friend&amp;nbsp;Jovingos asked me to rip the 'Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader?' them song of youtube.. Okay, I'll do that once this post is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, today my friend Volps supplied&amp;nbsp;m e with another Cosmo. Those things are GOD!!!!! This new one is dirtier than all th eothe rones I've seen before. I leatned that she buys them just for me and that she doesn't read Cosmo. I'm gonna have to thank her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Bluejay. It's him as a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-VGgmmWdB0/Sx2EoyzZ_dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dM8cKpn9OB8/s1600-h/stupid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-VGgmmWdB0/Sx2EoyzZ_dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dM8cKpn9OB8/s200/stupid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hey, Mack the Nutcrack and I are making a song. It's called Everyone's&amp;nbsp;A Running Joke and its about how people don't see beyond the surfac eof eachother's personality and how everyone bases what they know of other off of stereotypes and running jokes about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Butters..get those drums or I kill U! Do you know how bad bands are without drummers? You never hear about them do you? AAArrgghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My friend who currently resides in Florida..gosh, I forget his blog name....lets call him Ibster..Is coming back for a week or tow in January!! We're expecting a big fun party to greet him. We'll have to show him our personal project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Rannik made an animation which is now on Youtube. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lC51_GEu6mo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lC51_GEu6mo&lt;/a&gt; Check out his whole channel while you're at it. His opld projects are particularly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyways, thats all the shoutouts I can think of. I'll come up with more maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-8119755432647311788?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8119755432647311788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/everyones-running-joke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8119755432647311788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8119755432647311788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/everyones-running-joke.html' title='A random Shout-Out About Everyone'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-VGgmmWdB0/Sx2EoyzZ_dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dM8cKpn9OB8/s72-c/stupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-8546494678272004191</id><published>2009-12-06T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:49:49.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'To the end, to the end, we'll journey to the end'</title><content type='html'>Anyways, the titles from a song. Today I went downtown to put a deposit on my bass! It was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I didn't want to go alone (Mostly because I wasn't allowed to go alobne because my mom thought I'd get raped) so I called up Rannik. By 11:30 he showed up and we bussed our way downtown. There, we met up with a bunch of his friends, all of which I've never met before (except for one). They were pretty nice and stuff. It was interesting to see who he hange dout with. They were all pretty normal, none of them were specifically quirky. N-E-Ways, we went to this game shop where they were all focuse don Dungeons and Dragons stuff. Meanwhile, I called up my dear friends Mack the sack who was at Bluejay's to see how the filming was going for Bluejay's school project. Apparently, it wasn't going to well and I kinda regretted that I wasn't there. But oh well, I was already downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Rannik and I separated from the group to try and find Steve's. We found out that Steve's is the hardest place to locate on this side of the earth. There are like 17 streets that look exactly like Steve Street but half of them either lead to China Town or the abyss. So we got to Steve's, I found out that Rick wasn't there, but I still got my deposit in. We then sprinted back to meet with Rannik's friends where we went to the 3 Amigos. Now thats a cool restaurant. Get this. Water free, nachos free, tacos 0.69$. Its such a steal. Dennis just had a drink and he payed more than the dude that had 3 tacos. It wa sfunny at this point because I still knew like 2 of his friend's names and noe of them knew mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to chapters and then I ditched thenm to go home. Twas a pretty fun journey and I got what I wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-8546494678272004191?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8546494678272004191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/knife-or-rope-or-lemon-this-brain-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8546494678272004191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/8546494678272004191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/knife-or-rope-or-lemon-this-brain-and-i.html' title='&apos;To the end, to the end, we&apos;ll journey to the end&apos;'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473252116835699496.post-5755830124266874017</id><published>2009-12-05T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:43:26.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Will Stop The Rain?</title><content type='html'>Fires die under a killing sky&lt;br /&gt;40 days of night&lt;br /&gt;The sewers overflow with mud and a drought's not gonna be the thing to kill us&lt;br /&gt;Some don't remember the sun but those that do&lt;br /&gt;Wish to know why. Where did we go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Did we bring this fate upon ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the truth, they want the truth.&lt;br /&gt;They want the truth so bad nations rise and fall in its name&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, in time, all that matters is this endless pain&lt;br /&gt;Sociey's going down the drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Who will stop the rain and save us from this bitter dream?&lt;br /&gt;Who will stop the rain and keep us on the edge?&lt;br /&gt;And who will stop the rain and make us all feel full again?&lt;br /&gt;Who will stop the rain and let us start again?&lt;br /&gt;Who will stop the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding into the soil to feed the earth&lt;br /&gt;Our bloods more useful then we are&lt;br /&gt;A nation floating on top of a turtle's shell&lt;br /&gt;The drought didn't kill us&amp;nbsp;but it might&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;well&lt;br /&gt;Mine down to supress&amp;nbsp;the hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;An extra dollar for all your pains&lt;br /&gt;Eat it up and keep on working&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask questions till we're done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;want the truth,&amp;nbsp;we want the truth&lt;br /&gt;We know the truth will make everything seem all right&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will but in the end it doesn't matter at all&lt;br /&gt;We just need to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing is perfect, they won't suspect a thing&lt;br /&gt;We'll rise to the notion, we'll bring our colours out&lt;br /&gt;What's this all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reason for treason, we won't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;No one will own us, this rain will stop before&lt;br /&gt;It drowns us, we'll swim through&lt;br /&gt;We don't get no sleep but we'll stil rise&lt;br /&gt;Banners are waving, no time to rest your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So this is what its for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Song is some sort of metal/ punk/ alternative mix&lt;br /&gt;its weird&lt;br /&gt;but I find that the chorus is really catchy, I kind of built the song around it, I really like this song now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473252116835699496-5755830124266874017?l=whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/5755830124266874017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-will-stop-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5755830124266874017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473252116835699496/posts/default/5755830124266874017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatlinglingsthinking.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-will-stop-rain.html' title='Who Will Stop The Rain?'/><author><name>SavageLingling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10047291686111270081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
