I've been working on the forum quite a bit recently. I installed a bunch of little hacks, just things to make the forum run smoothly, nothing interesting really. It seems people are being a little, mmm, touchy? Mean? I don't know. Well, if you go to the forums, be nice, mkay? Really. I see no point in arguing about stupid things like HTML.
So I was talking with Kristen the other day about writing songs, and we both think it's pretty hard because there's so many songs already. And probably, someone has already written a song similar to yours, with the same title, some of the same lyrics maybe.
Then I was talking to my brother at home and he was saying how it's hard to write music because you'll play something and think "hey, that sounded great!" and then realize that it's actually the guitar riff from Day Tripper or whatever.
I'd write a song about how everything already been written about, but even that idea was taken! (Barenaked Ladies - It's All Been Done).
So on Wednesday I had my first experience with study hall because our guitar teacher was sick.
Let me tell you, study hall SUCKS.
In grade 9 and 10 you wanna have study hall so you could go hang out and play games and draw and what not. Or even do school work.
I had guitar last, so I would've been able to do all my homework that period. But no, that was the one day I didn't have any homework.
Duh.
So I amused myself by making a half card deck and playing solitaire, then playing Mr Skinner Go Fish with Kristen, then drawing some ugly pictures, then standing up my pencil crayons, then building a little box thing with my pencil crayons, then arranging my pencil crayons by number.
Not fun at all.
I've been considering watching Lisztomania again. And that is not a good thing.
I mean, after I saw 33 1/3 Revolutions Per Monkee I locked it in my closet. Well, not locked actually, since my closet doesn't have a lock. But I buried it in there with all my junk. And then a little while later, I dug it out and watched it again.
AND I LOVED IT!
I also had a few weeks this summer where I'd considered watching "How I Won The War" again. But didn't. Thankfully.
I'm trying to remember the one funny part from HIWTW. Hmm… hang on, I'll look it up.
"And I'm not a thief, really. I've never found anything worth keeping."
Was that it? That actually isn't that funny. Maybe I need to watch it again.
No.
NO!
Since everyone is probably clueless as to what I mean by my blog entries, I'll explain what Lisztomania is.
Basically, the first scene is Franz Liszt, this famous composer type dude (played by Roger Daltrey) sleeping with this girl, and we assume she's someone else's wife. So the husband comes home and sees them and has a sword fight with Roger wearing a little sheet. Then I think Roger and the girl are put in this piano and put onto some train tracks.
Forgive me, I've kinda tried to block it all out of my memory.
Then I seem to remember Roger is at some concert place and then he goes on stage and plays the piano. And the girls in the audience are all screaming "Franz Liszt! Franz Liszt!" and then he starts doing a dance on top of the piano.
Then I've kinda forgot all the rest. Roger was reading an old love letter or something and I guess he had a flashback to when he and that girl from the beginning were younger, and it's all Charlie Chaplin or whatever like. Then Roger went to this weird place with this weird girl and that guy from Tommy and that was cool. Then Roger was wearing a dress and then he had a certain body part that was about 10 feet tall and these girls were dancing around it and it was cut off. And, yeah, I won't elaborate too much on that part.
Huh. What else. Oh yeah, his friend, Wagner, which is actually Cousin Kevin, takes Roger's daughter, Cosima or whatever, and then they fall in love or something and then they start this weird cult. Oh yeah, and Cousin Kevin is actually a vampire and he bites Roger. Umm, yeah so there's the weird cult and a Frankenstein Hitler and umm, it ends (finally!) with Roger and all these people playing instruments and they're like angels and they fly off in their mighty morphin' angel machine thing.
Now, let's never speak of it again.