SO HEY GUYS.

THE MATCHES RELEASED THEIR FOURTH (AND POSSIBLY LAST :-( ) ALBUM TODAY. I UNDERSTAND THAT MOST OF YOU PROBABLY HAVE NO IDEA WHO THEY ARE, BUT I NONETHELESS URGE YOU TO PURCHASE IT? I SORT OF HOPE THAT IF THIS ALBUM SELLS MORE THAN THEY EXPECT, THEY WILL RECONSIDER THEIR HIATUS?

ANYWAY, HERE IS THE LINK: www.thematchesband.bandcamp.com

(I only just purchased it five minutes ago, but I already love/miss them more than ever. No lie.)

Its been so long since I updated this thing. I hate when you put things like this off because then it just keeps piling up, which makes you put it off more, which makes it pile up more... ETC.

I was in Vegas mid-last-month to visit Sprouts, for, well, the everybody on here who didn't know. It was really last-minute, so I srsly think only one person knew outside of my family. It was filled with lots of talking, concerts, driving, talking, and cola. Srsly, I always forget how well you and I get on. Why do you live all the way on the wrong side of the country? I'll probably write a more detailed update on this later, for my own records.

I've been done with school for forever, but I did well. President's-List-well, which was a first. I told my mom and got a "Whatever" in response. And people think that I do well in school for the attention. Ugh.

I've been writing a lot more, which is always a good thing. I'm slowly working on Summer Scribble, which is a project to write 100,000 words of a novel between June 28th and August 31st. I've completed only about 3,500 words so far, so I'm already behind, but its fun.

Wow, do I so not want to talk about college ever again.

I'm pretty sure that I come home just to go see movies. I almost never go at school, maybe once or twice a year, and then I come home and go all of the time. Its such a waste of money, but MOVIES. Speaking of movies, omgzNarnia, if only for Ben Barnes and how adorable he is faking a random Spanish-ish accent over his English one. (He's also in Stardust for like... 5 seconds, but still.)

Things have been slightly better all around, except for, well, some things. Like my mother, who, as I've mentioned, I get along much better with when I don't have to see her every day. I really hate being treated like a little kid when I don't even have any parents around for 9 months of the year. I seriously shouldn't have to stay home because of you being miserable, or guilted into staying home because I -always- go out. My God, if going out once MAYBE twice a week is -always- going out, I shudder to think of what those people who go out EVERY NIGHT would be considered. Forgive me for wanting to get away from you.

It really sucks when friends are down. Sucks more when you dunno why. Sucks even more when you're hardly friends anymore and you still care. Sucks a lot more when you think it may have something to do with you.

I hate Taco Bell. I finally got a raise after 4 years. 25 cents. Whoa, am I impressed!

Wall-E was cute. Get Smart was funny. Narnia was filled with Ben Barnes and Moseley's (sp?) lips. My boss loaned me Click because I "omgz, have to see it." I hate Adam Sandler so much.

...This is really long, but I'm vaguely trying to get everyone caught up with what's going on. Though, honestly, I know that it doesn't matter, but I like to know.

I'm still alive, I swear.

I am so not as tough as I think I am.

I'm home, done with school for the semester, and am so ready for it all to be over. It feels like I'm just putting my life on hold. Hello, waste of time.

But whatev.

Apparently there's some kind of storm tonight. Stupid weather.

My writing muse is broken. Smashed into little bits. Crushed underfoot of a careless individual. I have an idea of why, and less of an idea of how to fix it.

I found a pretty laptop today that I want, but I can't yet afford it. My mom's like "You just want it for the style!" And I'm like, "Dude, Mom, stfu. It's got STUFF ON IT THAT'S GOOD TOO."

Whatev. I've been home for less than 48 hours and we've already fought. WE ARE SO MUCH BETTER AT GETTING ALONG WHEN WE ARE FOUR HOURS APART. WHY DO I ALWAYS FORGET THIS?

Whoa, caps.

Happy Mother's Day.

I hate packing up. How did I get so much stuff here to begin with?!

Whatev, only one more final tomorrow and then I'm done for the year.

UPDATE ON PHYSICS:

Omgz, you guys. I passed. I passed better than I passed last semester. A B+. I have never been so excited for a B+ in my entire life. A B+. That's ALMOST AN A IN PHYSICS.

I was far too excited about this.

Now I really wish I knew my Calculus & Business grades. I took my Electronics final today, which made me cry in frustration, but I'm pretty sure that that's only because I'm overcomplicating things. It was only like... 2-3 problems that I did that for, so... I'm pretty sure that that's still a good grade in that class. I did fairly well on the other exams at least. And I'm not worried about Business, as I'd done fairly well so far.

Man, I even got an A on that Music theory test I was freakin' about on Monday. Now I just have to take that final for the class on Friday, and I will be a SENIOR IN COLLEGE. I don't feel like a senior, but that's to be expected. It's not like I'm going to graduate this upcoming year, but... I'm almost there. I'm TRYING.

Whoa, long grade rant there. Now that sounds more like me.

I'm finally finished with my Calculus portfolio. A good thing too, seeing as how my last day of class is tomorrow, and I really don't think that I want to take the final as it's supposedly entirely on applications and... I really, really, really sucked at applications. Seems like my Professor was right, I'm so focused on the details that I don't see the big picture. At least it's true in Calculus.

Goddamn Calculus.

I get to go home in less than a week. Probably on Saturday. I have to get through (hopefully!) 2 finals first. I'm only really worried about Music Theory, moreso than Electronics. I should get two test scores in the next two days, which are kind of important.

I hate Spring semester. It always seems to be worse than the fall semester, at least classes-wise. If I think positively, then hopefully! after this semester, I'm done with Physics!

I was going to say more, but I'm done.

Just copy & paste the first sentence of the first entry of every month.

( No, I'm not putting off thinking about my Physics test tonight. )

Man, that did not waste enough of my time at ALL. My favorites are August '07 to October '07.

I didn't go to Calc today, and I drag myself out of bed to go to class and it's CANCELLED. I have nothing to do until 12:30, so here I am. I might as well give you a rundown of last night's events. Last night... was AWESOME. No, seriously.

I went to see the AP Tour last night!!

Okay, so yeah. The Matches played, and that's all that really matters. They were, as usual, ridiculously awesome, though I'm really kinda disappointed in the material from A Band In Hope that they choose to showcase. Guys, you could do so much better! They played Salty Eyes, Sunburn vs. the Rhinovirus, Little Maggots, Wake the Sun, Who Let the Yankees in the Chip Shop?, Their City... and possibly more? I can't really remember - I'm bad at this. And, randomly, Matt Whalen looks like he's lost a shitload of weight. He was talking to the merch girl, and turned to me and it was like "OMG MATT WHALEN DID JON STEAL ALL OF YOUR VITAMINS?!?!" Nonetheless, he remains awesome.

Sonny was ridiculous. Like... I wasn't expecting that at all, given the demos that he's been putting out. DAMN. Forever the Sickest Kids... sounded like every other pop-punk band out there. Nothing too exciting. I went to the bar during The Rocket Summer (more on that later). And then I was actually excited for All Time Low. They were having some technical difficulties and it was pissing Alex off, but they were good. They played just about every song of theirs that I know except for Holly, Would you turn me on? (Yes, that's actually the song title. Most of them are that bad.)

Aha, so. Bars are so amusing, especially when the people there are -smashed-. There was this one guy who was really fucking wasted, and he left his shit on the bar right in front of where we were standing. He comes over and is like, "Don't steal my shit, man. I bought it for my little sister. She's 12 and this is her first concert." Charming. Again, he comes over. "Man, you didn't steal my shit. It's impressive. Look! I bought her and I matching shirts! ... I swear I'm not gay." (The Rocket Summer. Unimpressive. Though they did have a kickass hoodie.) Again, he comes back over. This happened several times. One point he was talking to Matt, "Is this your girlfriend? She's amazing." Matt: "Not quite." Drunken guy: "Well, almost amazing?" Ahaha, he so missed the point. Matt and I got quite a laugh out of him passing as straight. (I never thought it'd happen.) Eventually, he comes over and is talking about his girlfriend and then is all, "I'd really fuck anything. I'd fuck that plant over there if someone told me to." *turns to plant* "Is that okay with you?" omg. Then we introduce ourselves and I get the most intense kiss on the cheek of my life. This guy was so hardcore drunk. I hope he wasn't driving his sister home, but I'm assuming that the not-so-drunk girlfriend was driving. I'm -hoping- so.

Oh, and the bartender had no fuckin' idea what an Adios Motherfucker was. "Sounds something like a Long Island Iced Tea." (Sprouts, you suuuck.) I settled for a Malibu and coke. Matt... is an alcoholic. He downed two of them in no time flat. I told him that if he puked in my car, I was kicking him out and leaving him wherever we were at the time.

Oh! So, I have free passes to see From First to Last on Friday if you're 21+. I have two extra ones, so lemme know if you're interested.

I am so randomly superficial.

And someone tell me to stop randomly thinking about someone that I'll never talk to again.

I'm at the school's lab. On a Sunday. This feels so wrong, but I have homework that I need to do.

This weekend was Spring Fling at our school. Which, for those who are uninformed, means that its an excuse to get drunk and watch some people perform. I haven't gone before, preferring to stay away, but since Gym Class Heroes was performing, I decided to give it a go.

Actually? I felt like a stupid college student for the first time in almost three years.

Though several people kept warning me about mixing alcohols. Something which I continued to do throughout the day. But, surprisingly, given my penchant of getting sick every time I drink, I did not do so this time. Maybe I'm like... the opposite of normal people and I only don't get sick if I'm stupid and mix like... 7-8 different kinds of alcohol.

Then again, I think I'm just less focused on myself and more on others when I'm around them, so I just kinda felt better all around. I also spaced out my consumption throughout the day, so it wasn't like I just sat around and drank continuously for 9 hours or so. That would've been fuckin' stupid.

Whatever. Gym Class Heroes were pretty good. Everyone was saying how it was "an excellent show." I disagree, but probably only because I have a lot more fun with a show when I know all the words and can sing along and really be into it. Not really so with Gym Class Heroes... but they were good, nonetheless.

It feels weird to be typing on a real keyboard again after using my laptop's one for so long.

After going to two places to get my computer checked out, it's my motherboard that's fucked somehow. That being said, it'll either cost over 600 bucks to get it replaced or I buy a new computer.

THAT being said, I can't quite afford to buy a new laptop right now. Or even a desktop. Or anything that even remotely resembles a computer.

What does that mean for our relationship, pals? Well, it means that I won't be on very often, or at least not late nights anymore. I can use the school computers until the end of the semester, and I will splurge over the summer at some point to get me a new one.

I miss it already. :-\

HAI.

My laptop is probably fried. Or at least probably needs a new battery. And my bike has a flat tire, which occurred halfway on my trip to campus. Not a great day.

I just got back from Rocky Horror. Matt did not approve, blahblahblah.

Speaking of, I'm stealing his laptop to do Physics homework, which was technically due... 2 hours ago. Whatever, I wasn't going to make 100% anyway.

I miss my laptop working.

Ugh, that was the worst sleep ever. I have the most horrific pain in my back, and I woke up just about every other hour just to stare at the clock.

I have class in exactly one hour.

I accidentally flooded our bathroom last night. Our shower drain sucks, and... yeah. So I cleaned it up, and will let the next person who takes a shower worry about it. Not like facilities has cared before, but they can try and call.

I don't feel like I did anything this semester.

Yes, this is an attempt to keep my eljay from rusting away in disuse.

( 80 Things You Might Not Know About Me )

New, new, new, new.

In my boredom of the last few days, I have uploaded all (mostly!) new icons, changed my journal layout, and randomly found myself singing a Panic at the Disco (Yes, from the Pretty. Odd. era) song earlier.

I had room selection today, which totally wasn't a big deal at all. I'll be living in F-complex (again), in Barnard (again), on the second floor (not again). So I'm glad enough that I got my first choice. Yay for having a ridiculous amount of (useless!) credits.

I had to talk my mom out of coming up here. She's bored, and I'm pretty sure that every time I talk to her, she becomes more and more sure of the fact that I do nothing while I'm here. It's true, yes, but she usually just laughs when I say that I'm "doing nothing, Mom."

Whatevs. I should be doing homework right now... surprising, I know.

Edit: So I'm not crazy. I just got Salmon'd and rickroll'd all in one fell swoop. Killer.

I swear to God if one more Professor tells me that I'm not working to my full potential, I'm going to haul off and punch them right in their know-it-all mouths. Two in the last few days have told me that I've been sliding by on doing the bare minimum. Yeah, well, I do the bare minimum WELL, so get over it. I'd rather do WELL by doing nothing than do not-so-well and work my ass off.

Fuck that shit, I'm not that type of person.

Oh, and in other you-know-what news, every time I think things are getting better, I toss myself right back to where I was, and it fucking sucks. I think it's because I've never lost something that wasn't on my own terms. I lost my grandmother on my own terms - I knew she was going to die and long before she did, I came to grips with that fact. I've lost several friendships over the past few years - all on my own fucking terms. Fuck it all, I decide what happens, or at least it makes sense to me.

But not this, you know? I mean, not only was it not on my terms, but it's all based on this fucked logic that isn't logic at all because no one tried to have the time of day to clear things up. And it's all WRONG, and there's just nothing I can do to fix it, and UGH, it's just so horrifically frustrating.


...It is no wonder that I'm making myself sick between all of this and freaking out over grades and blahblahblahblah. I have a fever, I think, and a test tomorrow. It shouldn't be hard, but I should have tried to study some more. I have some time in between classes to study, so I'll try and make good use of that.

It isn't all that bad, honest. I did get a ninety on my Physics test, and for a while I was finally getting a good night's sleep again, and my grades, albeit not great, are bearable so far. I am the worst perfectionist ever.