Listening to... The Libertines?

Iunno... 'sbetter than Franz Ferdinand, I guess.

It's New Year's fucking Eve and I honestly don't give a fucking shit...

I've gone off on how it's not fucking 2004 anyway too many times to go into it but I'm sure if you're reading this chances are you're smart enough to get it on your own.

Also, the fact that the year changes at the beginning of January seems rather pointless to me.

So fuck New Year's Eve, I say, it's not shit to me.

That then of course makes me sound like some disgruntled fuck who's pissed because he's spending New Year's Eve (too long to type - now it's NYE) alone and jealous of every person who's partying with friends and shit.

If anything it's my writer's block that's pissing me off more. Most of my friends aren't partiers anyway, and my five best friends are...

1) Doing something with her family
2) In another province.
3) Locked up inside anyway.
4) At her boyfriend's.
5) At 4)'s boyfriend's.

So meh.

*changes music to Anti-Flag*

good night all, and stay safe

(stupid fuckers shooting guns off to celebrate — as if people with guns weren't dangerous enough to begin with)

alex

Wow, obviously I suck at blogging here now

Considering I haven't in more than a week. I guess it's because with greatestjournal I have more of a readership, I don't know. Which just proves that the only reason I'm doing this is to garner attention anyway, but that shouldn't have been a secret.

Christmas was weird.

It had its upmoments and its downmoments and I probably won't remember either in a year but the presents were great and there were no serious disagreements so I guess I can't complain.

In any case, I'm an emotional jumble these days, a feeling-y mistake and man I need psychiatric help.

But fear not, I'm getting it:

I have a digital camera now to take pictures of things. That totally makes things better.

So that's a lie. I was just trying to make you jealous, O reader.

So sue me.

alex

I just watched the Royal Tenenbaums

and now I want to die.

It's so fucking depressing... I mean, it's an amazing movie.

But afterwards I just feel empty. I guess it's because I empathize too much with Royal... he kinda spends the whole movie trying to make up for the fact that everyone hates him and he's been a total asshole... and he never really gets his family back before dying.

It feels too much like me, just like Willy fucking Loman, I don't know.

All these characters are so ... héros noir, or something, old guys who've failed at life, and have no time and no way to make up for it. That's how I see myself in the future.

It scares the shit out of me.

So I drown my sorrows in A&W root beer.

And cry myself to sleep.

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Chanson d'Automne

(to the tune of The Ramones - I Don't Care)

Autumn girl (He loves her)
Autumn girl (He loves her)
Autumn girl makes him hurt
She don't care about his words
Autumn girl (He loves her)

Les sanglots longs (Des violons)
Les sanglots longs (Des violons)
De l'automne blessent mon coeur
D'une langueur monotone.
Les sanglots longs (Des violons)

Autumn girl (He loves her)
Autumn girl (He loves her)
Autumn girl left him for good
She don't care about his words
Autumn girl (He loves her)

Tout suffocant (Et blême, quand)
Tout suffocant (Et blême, quand)
Sonne l'heure, je me souviens
Des jours anciens et je pleure;
Tout suffocant (Et blême, quand)

Autumn girl (Fille d'automne)
Autumn girl (Fille d'automne)
Autumn girl (Fille d'automne)

Autumn girl (He loves her)
Autumn girl (He loves her)
Autumn girl makes him hurt
She don't care about his words
Autumn girl (Fille d'automne)

Et je m'en vais (Au vent mauvais)
Et je m'en vais (Au vent mauvais)
Qui m'emporte deçà, delà
Pareil à la feuille morte.
Et je m'en vais (He loves her)
Fille d'automne (Au vent mauvais)
He loves her...

I guess I've written a bunch of stuff since last time,

But it all kinda sucked.

My highlight of the week was realizing that Rancid's ...And Out Come the Wolves cover was a nod to Minor Threat's Minor Threat cover. What an image... w00t. Now if ever I get signed to a CD deal, and I won't, ever, ever, ever, but I plan on it anyway, I totally want to pose like that. So far we've had bald-headed and mohawked... I guess the punk world could use some longish alexei hair.

I think it would be supremely cool.

Not that the rest of you would.

I totally had the weirdest week this week. I kinda lost my ability to spell, and to do homework, I didn't eat pizza once, at all at all, I kinda gained a girlfriend sort of, but I'll get back to you all on that one, and don't ask for my locker combo, fools XP

But, lots of new music, and new lovers, whatever. I can't believe all the history I missed.

I love you, Mr. Commins.

Anyway...

Don't fuck, don't smoke, don't drink...

And most important of all, don't do Chem labs on drugs.

Fucking idiots.

Makes me fucking sick.

Coming up to Christmas and I'm so fucking jaded... what a pity.

Dead like a dropped fishtank's fish,

I remain,

Alex

It's been a while...

I guess I kind of let you all down, all you blog-readers of my blog — not that that really made any grammatical sense.

At any rate.

I'm still the same old me, yeah, no worries there, but I'm busy as hell and tired as fuck.

I'm going to go see the play tonight.

I don't know why it was such a hassle. Whatever.

I guess the thing here will be to pass Chemistry this term. I don't think less than 60 will go down too well at Mariano.

Anyway, there's still Dawson.

Ugh.

Happy Birthday Billie.

aiyo

"...well pay attention / 'cause you know you'll have to pay either way / and they tell you that it's the new thing / but we know that it hasn't changed / watch us go down in flames..."

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