"We can plant a house, we can build a tree"

I'm back on the Nirvana kick again... I cannot stop listening to the Nevermind album. It is, without a doubt, one of my favorite albums of all time.

There are very very few albums I can put on and listen to from beginning to end, without wanting to skip any tracks, and if you'll indulge me a few moments of your time, I'm gonna make an attempt to list them off. I'll pass on why I dig 'em. I think what I'll do is just suggest a few songs to check out.

First off, I think the most glaringly obvious album would have to be Green Day's Dookie. A few songs of note are Basket Case, She, Longview, and Welcome to Paradise.

The second album I really dig is the deftones' White Pony. Some tunes you may want to check out are Passenger, Elite, Digital Bath, and... Knife Party.

The next one up I'd like to recommend to you is The Vines' Winning Days. I recommend you d/l Ride, Winning Days, Fuck the World, and Animal Machine.

Then, of course, there's Nirvana's Nevermind. You really should get the whole thing, but some songs of note are Smells like Teen Spirit (come on, did you think i'd leave that one out?), Breed, Lithium, and Territorial Pissings.
And even though it's not on the album, I also recommend you check out Rape Me, as well.

I also can't forget KoRn's debut, self-titled album. You should check out Clown, Shoots and Ladders, Faget, Blind, and Daddy.

The last album I'm gonna recommend is the Rod Steward Unplugged album... That's the one he did with MTV back in the mid-90's.
Just d/l the whole thing, because Rod Stewart is fucking awesome.


I had some pretty weird dreams the other night. One of 'em involved Christina Aguilera... and no, it wasn't a sex dream. Come to think of it, I haven't had a sex dream in forever. Maybe it's because I haven't had sex in forever. But anyway, that's pretty irrelevant.
As most dreams go, I can't remember how it started, but it did start. Me and Ms. Aguilera were just sitting on a front porch somewhere in... well, I don't know where... but we were on one of those old swings you see on the the front of porches in America. So maybe we were in the States. But we were just chillin' out, drinking lemonade (i'm not making this up, i seriously dreamed this), and talking about nothing in particular.
It was strange, because nothing really interesing happened besides the fact that she was giving me the impression that she wanted to date me.
That's seriously all that happened.

The second dream wasn't as strange as that, but if left me with a very sad feeling. It involved someone that I used to talk to on quite a regular basis, up until around early February. Maybe it's best I don't go into detail, because it was kinda a personal dream. But it really made me sad, if you really want to know. I think that's all I really want to get into with it, because the dream was just really said.

Okay, let's bring it up a notch. Let's talk about something happy.

I was talking to Julie again this evening. She was feelin' pretty sad, and I'd like to say I did my part to cheer her up. For those unaware, Julie is my old roomie. We lived together while I was out in St. John's, during my most recent excursion into the great city in the east.
To say I admire her and like her and treasure her as a friend would be a great understatement... I also do not understand why the people she calls friends are such shitheads. I can't say they're all bad, but from what I've seen, there's one word that sticks out in my mind when I met them.
Fake.
And it makes no sense to me, because Julie's one of the most genuine people in the world. Well, that's how I see her. She tells it as she sees it, and doesn't really hold much back. She's one of the only people who truly speaks her mind, and doesn't sugarcoat a damn thing.
And I miss her advice when it comes to girls. She helped me more in the three (or four?) months we lived together than anyone in the last ten years ever did. She's probably been more of a friend than anyone I've met in the last ten years, if you really want to know the truth.
I've been stabbed in the back, lied to, bullshitted, by pretty much everyone I know outside of my family... But I don't think Julie has ever done that to me.
Like she said, the two of us have gone through some pretty big piles of bullshit, and we both know what it is to be loyal to your friends.

That's all I want, man, is for some friends to be loyal to me. I've given it out in spades; my loyalty, that is. But I've never ever gotten it back from anyone, except for her. But maybe it's because we lived together, and got to spend a lot of time in each other's company.
All in all, before I go on to something else, Julie is what I consider a true, good friend. I look forward to hangin' out with her again when I move back into town.



Speaking of switching topics, here we go... I think I need to learn to keep my whore mouth shut.



Oh wow... I didn't realize it was so late... I don't wanna go to bed yet, though. I'm not that tired... Maybe it's because I ate some chocolate earlier, and it's got me amped.
I'm on a horrible chocolate binge lately. I eat chocolate like it's going out of style. I think I've replaced my cigarette addiction with chocolate.
I love love LOVE it, though.
It's so fucking good.
I should probably watch myself, though... I was looking through mom's "baking supplies" cupboard, and found what I thought was blocks of semi-sweet chocolate.
Looked JUST like it.

So I put a chunk of it in my mouth, and started to chew.
It must've been that bittersweet, or non-sweetened, baking chocolate, because it was, without a doubt, the worst tasting thing I have ever put in my mouth. (get your friggin' mind out of the gutter. i don't suck dick. then again, maybe dick is alright. i dunno. but i don't plan on finding out)
Back to the chocolate...
I had to eat at least two or three handfulls of chocolate chips to get the taste out of my mouth. Not that I minded doing that, but man...
If I could describe a taste as a feeling, then the feeling would be getting kicked in the nuts. It's like someone raped my tastebuds with chocolate. Not a pleasant sensation to eat unsweetened chocolate at all.

And you'd think I had learned my lesson... Nope...
I still eat chocolate like it's going out of style.

But hey, at least I'm not smoking anything.

And besides, I'm doing pushups every day, so that's a good thing. I'm making an effort to counteract the effects of the chocolate.

Then again, I could probably eat a little healthier, retarded amounts of chocolate or not.

BUT MAN, CHOCOLATE IS SO GOOD. I CAN'T HELP IT.

Seriously.
I could eat it until I double over from stomach pains.