Katie's Comments
Comments:yes, i have lots of comments. i love avenging guestbooks. proving that these stupid spaces they leave for comments (i mean, come on, how many can you have) should be limited, or else there will be an uprising of people who will just type and type and type. isn't it funny? i mean, i've been chatting online for like 2 hours and show no sign of running out of nonsensical, shallow, pointless things to say. in my little stream-of-conscious world. texas is the reason is a good band. they broke up. all the best bands break up, except for aud shelly. and the subordinates, of course. whoah! you know what my manager played at work the other day? Dookie! it was so rad! i remembered the words for most of the songs, still. i've always been a bit more partial to Kerplunk, but they're still good songs. they still sound fresh, especially when compared to all the alterna-crap our jaded ears are being bombarded with these days. green day, for me, pinpoints a very specific point in time- the beginning/middle of my freshman year, when i first started listening to popular music. it was then! after that, i hit my Nirvana/seattle stage, and then fortunately stumbled across college radio, which is still my current stage to a degree. "indie rock" indeed, not really. actully, come to think of it, i did own an MC Hammer album prior to that, but the first cd i bought was R.E.M.'s Monster (good choice, young Kate!) that christmas when i got a stereo. i bought dookie, of course, on cassette. cassettes are so obselete these days... but i dub everything, so they live on in my basement. wow, i'm being so shallow this evening! am quite tired, and i don't know why. i have two large steel drums sitting slightly to the left of my computer. they're a bit rusty. flourescent light hurts my eyes. too much flourescent light, tv, or commercial radio will rot your brain. it really will! trying to subvert your personality... and i think too much computer will, to a degree. lookit what it's done to me. wrestling with tables and misplac!
ed quotes is not good for the old noggin. oooh, my stomach is saying it's hungry. but what does it want? i'd like to drive over to Country Maid, on the other side of the valley, right now. just get in the Super Nissan and go. they have the most awesome ice cream in the world. and i love driving thru the valley. it makes you feel totally free of earthly burdens. but my tape player's broken, so i have no end of complaints about that; it's rainy; plus, i think only when i am a truly mature adult will i be uninhibited to go to Country Maid when i wish. for instance, my parents would throw a small fit at such defiance right now (all them burglars and dog walkers come out after dusk, you know), and i have enough respect for their state of mind to not go. summer's ahead of me, i have plenty of time... and leaving my little microcosmic basement is such a mental trauma. no more Texas, but i'm too lazy to get up and change the cd or tape. and sunday is the day of all the ethnic programs on the college stations. don't get me wrong, there's nothign the matter with ethnic music, it's just that right now it's not what i want to listen to. i crave crunchy guitars! Hum it is, then. jason still has my Modest Mouse cd. however, i have his Minor Threat, and i plan on borrowing the new Fugazi. i met this cool record store clerk who met Ian McKaye. aw yeah! that's what i think is funny about the photos in the Minor Threat cd: little Ian McKaye. it's so cute! you know, the Clash were still an excellent band, even if they did have an unforgivable penchant for 80's synth-crap towards the end of their career and even if their political leanings were all a pose (everybody expected it, anyways). and, having put in the cd, hum are an excellent band. this one part in Isle of the Cheetah, right here, at about 2:45, reminds me strongly of Sunny Day Real Estate. maybe it's the harmony, i don't know, but it's an interesting comparison to make. remind me, i need to find Dookie and bring it up intothe bathroom tonight so i can listen to Wel!
come to Paradise in the morning. tomorrow is my last schoolday ever; and it's only a half day! it's scary to think that i could never go to school again. and do what? work full-time at taco bell? nothanks, i do that in summer and it's quite enough for me then. getting married and having kids at 18 is not an option for me. at this point i'm still trying to figure out who i am and what i want to do with my life, not have to worry about anybody else's. isn't that egotistical sounding? but it's true. i'm going to miss HHS in a strange way. and some of my teachers, too, i've had a rad bunch this year. i finally found something to wear for graduation! they made the girls' gowns white, which means you have to find white formal wear. i don't like looking like a nurse or a bride, so finding something was quite an ordeal. jeez... no more going to school.. i'm going to miss some people. looking out the window and watching the gym kids. maybe i should wear my gym shirt tomorrow. i wear it around anyway; i think it embarasses stephanie horribly. i like that bluey/gray color. i'm very into gray and silver, anyway. i have a gym pinney hanging on the corner of my bulletin board over there. how i got it is classified information, you know. i should practice my bass. maybe i should look up some tabs for Longview! punk rock. were green day punk? definitions, definitions. guitar sounds like a fun thing to play but there's too many too good people. that reminds me, i owe joe $10 for the replacement for the distortion pedal. my bass strap, the cool clear one, is breaking, too. duct tape to the rescue, i guess. i made a new photo collage the other day for my wall, i need to find a space. my basement has glaringly white walls which, i find, oppress your mind and thinking process. which is why i've hung them with pictures of pop stars and painted the ceiling. i have a tendency to decorate everything possible. though, at locker cleanout last week, i had nothing to clean out. my locker is devoid of all personality. maybe i should ha!
ng a note for the incoming freshman who will have it next year. being the locker on the end of the row, it tends to get picked on a lot: gum stuck to the handle, etc. but i think it's well-intentioned. i got to take my lab goggles home from bio, too. okay, i really have to go to the bathroom now, and it's a bit late. i think i shall go now. avengers away!
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