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I smash guitars because I like them

I started watching "Confessions of a Pop Performer" today, and you know what this one chick said? "Among other things"! Oh my god. I just about died. No, actually, I didn't. But it was pretty funny. And she said it just like I would say it. Well, not, not exactly. I think she said "amongst". But it was pretty freaking hilarious.

Those "Confessions…" movies are pretty bad, but I laughed quite a bit while watching them. At things I probably shouldn't have laughed at. Oh well.

Also, Timothy was wearing this kinda ugly shirt, but it made me wish people still dressed like they did in the seventies. I mean, the clothes were just so awesome! I mean, you don't see guys wearing half-buttoned-up-semi-see-through shirts like that! And you don't see guys trying to look like Mick Jagger and/or Peter Noone anymore. And those pants he had too, the denim patchy one? Those pants were just too cool!

One thing I've always really liked about being a girl is that we get so much cooler clothes. That was one of the top reasons on Twist magazine's "why it rocks to be a girl", if I recall correctly. And it is true, you know. Just try finding sites with Sims clothing for guys! Not many, huh? Particularly frustrating when your neighborhood is basically all rock stars.

But you know, now that I think about it, guys did have some pretty cool clothes too. Not anymore though, really.

I had a lot of dreams last night. For one I was at someone's birthday party in this hotel and it was seven o'clock in the morning, so I called my parents to come get me. We were watching some show on TV and then it was seven thirty and they were playing this thing announcing people who were on the honour roll. We all wanted to watch it, but the show was us all sitting around in a circle listening to it being announced earlier. So we all knew what would happen, because we'd seen it before ("it happens all the time").

But anyway, there was some woman that came into the room and was worried about her son, Bobby, who is a robot, who had gone missing. I told her I'd read a story about a turtle named Bobby, but I don't think that it was the same person. Then she left down a fire escape.

Then, I was leaving, but there were like snipers and bad people all around the hotel, so I went down the fire escape out the back. There were these "Bad Beatles" people, and they had guns or something, and were holding people hostage I think. I switched bodies with one of them and they were walking around playing their music. One of them, playing rhythm guitar, had a guitar that was making "bright blue noises", then I think the bass player's guitar was making "bright blue noises", and the lead guitar was making "bright green noises". What I mean by this, is kind of these blue or green sparks were coming out of the guitar instead of music, kind of like in those iPod commercials where it's all black, and the iPods make a trail of colour? Anyway, I was in one of their bodies, trying to hold the guitar and play and walk at the same time and it didn't have a strap so it was really hard.

I switched bodies with this girl named Vanessa, because the snipers on the roof of the hotel were going to shoot at the "Bad Beatles" and I didn't want to get shot. But then, Vanessa was really close to the guys, so one of them grabbed her/me and took her/me hostage. Then I started yelling in my mind "SWITCH BODIES! SWITCH BODIES! SWITCH BODIES!" and I think that's where the dream ended, so I probably died, whether or not I was able to switch bodies.

There was also another dream… Oh yeah! I was sitting in a car across the street from my house and I kept hearing this squeegee noise. Roger Daltrey was on the roof of one of the houses squeegeeing the window and his pants kept falling down. I must've yelled at him to come over or something, and he came to the car and said something to me. I repeated it perfectly and then said "that is impossible" and the rolled up the window and said "me no speakie English". He couldn't hear me, so I rolled down the window and said it again. I think then he got in the car and drove me around somewhere.

There was also something with Farmer Glen putting on a play with all these people, and Jada and I were trying to help out, and there was something happening on a dock, and something about soap. Lots of soap. Also, someone told me Farmer Glen said that he was 121 (or something) years old, and then someone else said that last year he was 116 years old, and then I remembered that he said that the year before he was 112 years old. So we were all confused and mad at him for lying to us.

Then there was another dream that I was on the black top at my middle school and looking into a window on the school and I realized it was a dream (but couldn't really control it, I don't think), although I wasn't exactly sure if it was a dream or not. Nevertheless, I started trying to zap myself to change my clothes into something else or snapping my fingers or wiggling my nose. It worked pretty well, just by looking away and visualizing it being different when I looked back. I think I was wearing ugly grey moccasins, and then I zapped myself and I was wearing this big long dark green hooker boots. Then I zapped my pants and it turned into a white mini-skirt that looked more like just a piece of fabric. I zapped my earrings into, I think, cool black and white hoopy one. I tried to zap my shirt into something else, but no matter how hard I tried, I just could not get the shirt to change! Anyway, I seemed pretty happy with my outfit in the end. Right. Now I'm convinced I couldn't control it.

Ugggh, it's so frustrating. Every time my mind realizes it's a dream, the first thing I used to was think "oh! time to go shopping!". At least now I've realized I can just zap my clothing. Next step is to just zap myself a whole outfit at once. And then the next step is just to forget about clothing and zap myself Keith Moon. It's not like I'm going to really need the clothes much longer… because I'm probably going to wake up soon, anyway… is what I mean… heh… heh… but make a note not to extend Susan's contract, can't take any unneccesary chances… hmm?

Ohhh and speaking of that, I'm still enjoying "All The Best Cowboys…" etc, and I'm in love with "Uniforms" currently. "They say that nakedness is what our lord intended / when we stand naked then we all appear the same… Heaven knows / I need new clothes!" But I am still in love with "Face Dances Part Two". Also, back to the dream before I go off about Pete here…

So, now that I was all decked out in my hooker outfit, and I had some other hooker friend with me, we went to this house. Now that I think about it, I think it's a house I've been to before, but I can't quite remember where. Anyway, there were a lot of people coming and going in this house. At one point, I dropped my earring into the basement through the stairs, so I had to go and find it. And wouldn't you know it, there were a ton of other earrings on the floor! Boy oh boy. Anyway, I then realized I was wearing the wrong earring, and huge pearly one in a kind of rounded rectangle shape with orange and blue little flowers all over it. It was a pretty ugly earring. But I think eventually I found at least one matching pair.

At one point, there was some guy sitting by a computer and he was wearing this grey shirt with some geeky computer saying on it and he was really cute. I think I went back to talk to him, but couldn't find him.

Anyway, whoooa right! Then me and my friend and some other people were in this truck riding down the highway ("goin' to a show!") and along the one side of the highway was a huge concrete wall that just followed along it for miles and miles. Anyway, ever once in awhile there was a garbage disposal thing or something on it, and it was really really yucky.

Hmm yeah. And that's all I can remember for now. Hah hah. Some pretty strange stuff there. As always.

So, back to Pete's voice. Ohhh his voice…! I'm really in a dilemma here. It's always been that's John's voice was my favourite, though to be honest it did go in the later years. But I decided John's voice was my favourite before hearing "Two Sides of the Moon". Okay, well, I guess still like John's voice better, but I love Keith's voice as well. It's not really that bad!

But, hell, Roger *is* the singer. That's what he does. He just sings. Okay, he does play the guitar occasionally, but he's the *singer*, you know? And I feel kind of bad saying his voice is my least favourite of the guys because… HE'S THE BLOODY SINGER!

But well, I don't know. I think what I really like it Pete and Roger's voices when they go back and forth, like when Roger sings most of the song, and then Pete throws in a verse, like in what was it, Naked Eye? It's just so wonderful.

But John's voice still has to be my favourite. And I mean, I love Keith, but I like Pete's voice better I think. Because honestly, Keith is not really the best singer. I don't think he's a bad singer, I mean, when he was drunk (which was most of the time) it wasn't that good, and when he's trying to sing in out of his range, it's not good, but that's how it is for everyone!

But you know, I think that's why I've liked The Who for so long. And, I don't want to jinx it, but they could possibly be my favourite band for a long long while! You know, because I have such a hard time deciding who my favourite is, and who's voice I like better, and who's cuter, and all that, you know? I mean, Keith is my favourite, but the rest of the order is always jumping around! And I hate saying Roger is my least favourite because I still love him so much!

And you know, John and Pete, I mean, John is usually second, but what's he done for me in awhile? So recently it's been Pete in second. I mean, by no fault of John, of course. I just haven't listened to any of his new (and by new I mean new to me) records in awhile. Well, apart from "The Rock", which made me angry because of the lack of Johnny's voice! Grr.

But you know, because of the sheer wonderfulness of each and every member of The Who (and by The Who I mean The Who and not The Who minus Keith Moon plus you know who), that just makes them all the more wonderful. And also, the fact that I allowed myself to actually buy albums by other bands while getting into The Who. And also the fact that they are actually DOING something.

So, if you want to succeed in liking an old band, you need to pick one that has four completely awesome members, don't just restrict yourself to getting all of their music, spread out your listening to of their music, and preferably pick a band that is still able to move.

You know, now, that tomorrow I'm going to post here about how much I love Led Zeppelin and that they're my new favourite band, right? Ha ha ha.