Another Day Passes...

Things have been looking up lately...

- Jason has been hosting swimming hangouts at a hotel and they have been getting progressively better. We swim with babes, towels, chairs and eventually plants. We discovered a way to jump through the windows to get some extra air for dives. Last time we raided the pantry and got some bananas and pastry for everyone involved. Hopefully, we will get to swim there a couple more times before the fun ends in August. During the swimming hangouts, Jason took over Taylors titles as the meltdown king... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

R.I.P.

- Riding has been particularly fun lately, as well. I specialize in riding ridiculous looking bikes. I need to bring my bike from Cleveland to Medina so I can ride in style. Anyways, we ride all over, mostly in near or total darkness. Up hills and down hills. Of course, down hills is always better. Last time Hess almost killed the Supiria, but luckily bike expert Brandon was there to fix that shit and keep things going. We always stop for snacks and the ride always ends in a giant downhill ride. We circle cars and bum out dudes with fat girls. It's always an A+ fun time and you are invited to join us.

- Shattered Faith is playing here on the 31st and I really want to go.

- "for all those people who like to party on a friday or saturday night... you know, you just got off work, you got your paycheck, you want to drink and get fucked up and party like the end of the world is around the corner... to all you people... go fuck yourselves!"

more later...

Boating...

See that boat that heads this post? That's what I spent my morning doing. Not on that boat, but on a boat...
I woke up super early today and went for a good run. Then I got home and got a call about some early morning breakfast and boating. I wasn't denying that. Things started with a cookout/breakfast on the dock and then some boating and tubing on the lake. Tubing is fun times. It is when you get pulled behind the boat on a tube. It seems easy at first, but once you get some speed and hit some wake or waves, you go airborne. What a fun way to start off the day!

Ruining Nature...

I was in the bookstore the other day and I was looking through magazines, and what do I happen to see?
Maximum Rock And Roll. The newest issue.
Let me tell you...
What a piece of shit that waste of paper has become! I remember spending much time as a young warrior, reading that magazine over and over, looking at all the adds and ordering stuff, memorizing reviews so I knew what to get when I went to the store.
I read the entire thing the other day, but it lacks all the soul and substance that made it something special many moons ago. It has safe reviews. Run of the mill columns. And an overwhelming sense of wasted trees. Nature is pissed. And I would be too if someone cut me apart and used me to create complete shit. The one worthwhile thing in the entire issue was a good review of the new Resolve 7". Otherwise, complete junk. Tim Yohannan (sp?) must roll over in his grave on a regular basis.
At least Flipside knew when it was time to retire.

Amazing night...

So, the last few weekends have kind of sucked. A major summer bummer. No worries, though, because last night was amazing.
I missed day time swimming and was losing faith that the day would be good. I got a dinner call and then the day picked up and the night ended up being amazing and one of the best nights of the summer.
- the hostess babe where we ate was A+ and Pat dropped her hints about his amazing qualities but she didn't get it. Her loss.
- Moo Town, still should be called Moo Cow, babe there gave us (basically) free ice cream. Massive amounts of ice cream.
- the bathroom there was taught lesson after lesson by one dude after another. There is a babe at eye level in there to keep you occupied while you take care of business.
- more dudes showed up and we chatted with babes in the parking lot. we decided to go riding.
- i was seriously doubting my partaking in riding, since I was already super tired, but then Brent revealed the coolest bike ever so I said "Fuck it!" and decided to go.
- Robson showed up with an out of town babe. She wasn't too into riding at first, because she had to wear boots and she definitely hated riding up hills. Everyone thought she would turn around soon, but she didn't and ended up being a worthy addition to the hangout.
- Medina is not bike friendly at all. Pussies.
- some car tried to be tough, but got surrounded by eight people and they got skurred and drove away.
- snack stops are a good idea while riding.
- we played Paperboy.
- the ding bell.
- stupid gazebo.
- Starbucks was pissed that we didn't buy anything. I bet if they fixed their shitty A/C, we would have bought lots.
- Pat sang to two babes, but they weren't having it.
- the final hill on the way back from Pat's is non stop fun, with minimal peddling and lots of being real loud.
- swimming at Brent's house. Well, not for me. But there was ball throwing, a nude Carlson, a mad Carlson, a ba-bow ass (not Carlsons, no homo), lost swim trunks, a disco ball and lots of solid jokes.
- Sheetz hangouts, massive amounts of food. Robson made a candy game to throw candy in your mouth, but minimal candy went in mouths, and lots went on the ground. Gleert gets a gold star for the day for driving to Sheetz, we tried to fit seven in that car but it wasn't happening. Alex's van was missed.
What a great night! There needs to be more hangouts like that. Solid bike hangouts! There were no negatives to the night. A+ all around.
Mad Minds interview posted soon!

The Worst Haircut Ever...

Many many many many years ago, I had long hair. Long metal hair, well past my shoulders, blonde, but at one point dyed black, in order to look even more evil. The story about the legendary mess I made while dying my hair is a great story, but nevertheless, a story for another day. Anyways, my hair was long. This was in 8th grade and I was nearing the end of the days of long hair. In fact, 8th grade was about to end and there was a fancy dance planned for the graduating class. I normally didn't attend any school functions, fuck, I attended school itself as little as possible. Well, you see, I wanted to go to this dance real bad because a bud of mine told me that this total babe that I had been eyeing for years was "into" me. I wouldn't have minded being "into" her either, if you know what I mean. So I told him that I would be at that dance and to somehow let her know that I would be there. So as the time grew closer to this dance, I concocted this grand plan to woo this girl and make her mine! This included wearing "normal" clothes and, gasp, cutting off my ruling metal hair. I ended up obtaining nice dress pants and a button down shirt, that could be worn with or without a tie. Everyday I would come up with all these great lines to say to her. I imagined that she would love my new look and blush when I said all these great things that I had thought up. So the day of the dance arrived and it was a couple hours before the dance and I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to get a hair cut! Shit! Well... I would just have to do it myself! After all, how hard could it be cut hair? So I took scissors out of the desk in our den and went to work. I cut and trimmed and styled and...
OH NO! What had I done? It looked like a blind man had went to town on my head with hedge clippers. Not cool I surely would not be wooing any babes with hair like this! What to do? I know! I would fix it!
Well, any attempt to fix it just made things even worse. I tried to even out one side and made it too short, so I tried to shorten the other side, but then that was too short, so I went back and tried to make the other side match, and on and on and on.
Eventually, I gave up and figured, I would just dye it black and slick it all back, like some douche bag Italian guy. But no hair dye!
I eventually gave up and settled on the 'animal with mange' look, patches longer than others, some parts real short and others scraggly. The back was the worst part, because I couldn't even see it in the mirror, and it ended up being a huge inverted U, but all uneven and lopsided. Hell, this girl wouldn't even care though. At some point, I also bagged the fancy clothes idea because I know I ended up wearing jeans and a Possessed shirt.
I left my house and walked to where the dance was. Everyone I passed gave me weird looks. Hmmm, I started to think this would not be going as planned. I walked up to the door and some lady I had never seen before was there, taking names and giving out name tags. She took one look at me and said to go home and not to come back until I 'fixed myself'. Hahaha. I soon abandoned any ideas I had about that babe because I saw other people arriving and they all had on fancy clothes and dresses and ties. That wasn't me! I found a pay phone and called up dudes who weren't going to that dance and some metal friends and we went on a giant citywide vandalism spree that night instead. What a great time!

Can't Kill What's Inside...

So say there is this kid, and he has a band and they have some solid tunes and the kid takes the time to write some lyrics for these songs. He writes about what he knows and how he feels and how he sees things. The words fit the music perfectly, and are actually pretty cool. Holy shit, the tunes are really good and people are way into it. They have a solid late 80's hardcore sound. But then people decide to crack on the dudes lyrics because they are "too simple" or "generic". That really burns me. Not every song needs in depth lectures or essays for lyrics. Save that shit for the crappy math metal hectic core bands that make you wish you were deaf. In fact, don't ever listen to those terrible clown bands. I like the bands better, who just say how they feel and who cares if it is simple? Everything doesn't need to be advanced and mature and stupid for it to me good or worth listening to. I'll take someone, any day, who just says how they feel without being a wordy "clever" idiot.

Booooooo!

Stupid fucking flat tire fucking up my plans last night. Oh, I was pissed!
Luckily, the tow was free since stealth dog knows people.
Not so luckily, the new tire was not free! Also, I don't think stealth dog was too pleased about having to drive me to Westlake after midnight to get the other car. Fuck.
Hopefully this upcoming weekend fixes this bummer of a week.

More later...