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[20 May 2006|09:35am] |
Party got broken up by the cops last night, but it's ok because Iwas hoping for it to end once those JC kids and Katy Simon's guy friends showed up. Now I just have to hope the parents don't find out.
So here's a poll: Should I
a) Tell the parents that we had a small party that got out of hand and the 5-0 came, while conveying the point that I learned my lesson about throwing parties with certain people in da house
b)Tell them that the noise bothering our negihbors was actually coming from the house across the street, which frequently has parties and was partying that same night, c)Straight-up lie and say that there was no party, just four of my friends over to chill for the night.
Who's got the answers?
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Wednesday, May 10, 2006. 7:48 PM
ATTN: Dear Sir or Madam,
Ain't no Bitch in my blood, nigga, it's nothin but thug.
I'll knock the black off yo ass.
Thank you.
Ben Sudduth
P.S. Party tonight at Will's house!
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After reading Running With Scissors and the first three stories from Magical Thinking, I'm starting to think that Augusten Burroughs just finds thirty different ways to say "When I was a homosexual teenaged boy, I wanted to own a hair-product empire and leave behind the commonners that raised me," and calls it a memoir. He's not as clever as he really seems...
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I worked my first shift at the Rialto last night and it was great. Hooray for minumum wage and real butter!!!
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[09 Mar 2006|08:42pm] |
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Didn't go to folk tonight hours after making a pact with Marika to not cut that class. Hooray for high school!
Just a quick, impromptu summary of the past few somethings:
+Having more than $50 in the bank for the first time in like a year.
-Getting pulled over, maybe losing liscence for some time.
+Fat party this Saturday.
+Going to go slumming at quaddie parties and acting preposterous (maybe even "hyphy" hahahaha++)
-Songwriting is hella hard.
+Slingin' yeyo.
-Haven't seen any of you except for Will in eons (-----).
+Found my Sambas and cleaned them up.
Lost favorite sweatshirt, haven't replaced.
+Discovered Midlake (thanks to Will and Brian).
+Going to watch Scarface again this week, just saw The Aristocrats and Walk the Line.
Doing very well in all classes, esp AP Cortopassi (a B is very good in that class oh dear.)
-+New-ish haircut (but don't tell Anna that it makes me look like a little boy.)
+Applying at Rialto tomorrow, with recommendation from the one and only Nick Wolch.
+-Haven't been drinking or smoking excessively (or even very much) for no particular reason.
+Life is like one big 40, And I'm just casually sippin it.
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[04 Mar 2006|12:47pm] |
I hate the Sebastopol Police because:
- They pulled me over when I was going 25 in a 25 zone
- Because I had a liscence-plate light out.
- I didn't know that such a light existed.
- They did it because I was at some party that they broke up
- There were very many drunk individuals driving away from the party.
- (One in particular decided to crash into a bridge)
- I was almost out of Sebastopol..... Almost.....
- They are pricks
- I have to go to traffic court
- I don't want to lose my liscence.
- The party was lame and not worth it.
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[18 Feb 2006|06:47pm] |
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Now that the permanent-markered "bawls" have been removed from my face, I am ready for another big party.
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[29 Dec 2005|02:49pm] |
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Nebraska was sort of a drag, but at least we went to San Francisco
beforehand, and bought a bomb ass sweater at H&M and read part of
the Elliott Smith biography in some bookstore, which was an okay book.
Still haven't opened those Christmas presents, not until 4 PM tomorrow.
But My dad did give me a book ("How to Be Good" by Nick Hornby) and a
scarf, and then another scarf. The scarfing is in full effect here at
the Sudduth house. My dad has hinted at the possibility of a G4 iMac
coming my way tomorrow, and that is exciting.
When we were in Omaha, my cousin told us to come to this karaoke bar
that she frequents and so we did. I ended up singing Rebel Rebel by
David Bowie and forgetting part of the bridge and shouting "This is the
bridge/I don't know the bridge/This is the bridge/Ican't sing the
bridge". Woot.
City Lights bookstore in San Francisco:
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Andrew Froug you are a genius! The Unicorns and Thunderbirds Are Now! Let's please party and dance to Idioteque upon our reunion!
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[12 Dec 2005|07:27pm] |
San Francisco State:
Average SAT: 960 something
Average ACT: 17
Average GPA: 2.90 something.
Looking forward to that shit. Looking forward to sharing an apartment with Will and Sam, general mischeif and beauty in the big city.
I've been tinkering around with my dad's Digital Audio Tape recorder and a stereo mic and various rooms and environments. It's good fun. Everything from acoustic guitar to mandolin to bad vocals and wierd feedback and amps. It's been a long time sorta since I played endless guitar, and recently it's been more drums, but I like this. This is good.
Starting a band with Asa, Dominic and Sam; I'll be playing bass and cello, obviously at the same time. We'll be called Starfuck from Mesopotamia and we will wear all black leather and we will get Max Shannon do dance on stage i n a speedo and spread tapioca an his chest. I made up all of that last sentence.
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[30 Nov 2005|12:12am] |
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Clockwork Orange.
Man, that's fucked up.
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[21 Nov 2005|06:26pm] |
Tomorrow I find out whether or not I get to work at the hospital. Also tomorrow is Eddie and Neil's 2nd Big Fucking Bonfire at the beach. Also tomorrow I wear new pants.
"I sipped my tea and gave her the future, because I knew it was coming soon".
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[15 Nov 2005|09:13pm] |
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Two things:
One.
Job interview at the hospital ws very successdul, except one of the two (!) interviewers had very, very thick glasses that magnified her eyes to enormous proportions. They kinda looked like frog's eyes, and it would have been easy to avoid if she hadn't had that eye condition where she's looking at you, but she's really not looking at you, kinda like her line of vision is being deflected towards your ears. Really hard to look her in the eyes, and what with all they say about eye contact, etc...
Essentially like trying to lock eyes with this:
But the good news is they really liked me and it's looking up. Because the starting wage there is $16.50, and it's about $18.00 after 5 PM. All for serving food and washing dishes. EAT THAT, PACIFIC MARKET.
Two.
I came home from school in a small huff, for whatever reason, and decided that the only way to make it better was to play the drums really, really, insanely loud, and to watch Goldfinger. EXCEPT, the remote control is completely lost, and my DVD player won't function without its little buddy. This is driving me mad because the menu keeps looping the 007 theme, and yet I can't start the movie. It's as if the television is dangling candy in front of me and I wanna get the candy but the television is like "Not until you say the magic word" and I can't even think of the magic word. It's like an awful simile, actually.
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[09 Nov 2005|06:32pm] |
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Mark it down in your calendars. I leave Dec. 21 and get back the 28th. For Nebraska.
My mom's family is in Battle Creek, NE, a small town of 900-some people. The coolest part about Battle Creek is that it gets snowed upon every winter just like every other non-Santa Rosan town. Since I'll be there for an entire week, avoiding intense Roman Catholic mass with my devout (but strangely Democratic) grandparents will be impossible. However lineant and accepting (sort of) the citizens of Battle Creek, NE are, I willl undoubtedly get loads of shit for wearing my women's pants. And listening to music that isn't 50 Cent (My dweeby cousins) or Hank Williams (Every Nebraskan). And being quiet and bored. Being quiet and bored is a very easy thing to do when in Battle Creek, NE. I'm expecting the following gifts from the grandparents/other relatives: San Francisco Giants gear, Nebraska Cornhuskers caps, candy, $10, Classical cello CDs, sweaters (actually looking forward to this one), Bing cherry fudge and Kolaches. Maybe Hungry Hugnry Hippos.
The best thing I can hope for is snow, and lots of it. I'm hoping for snow, and a ski cap (earflaps are a must).
This kind of snow:
Nebraska, being a flat, Midwestern state, is dull by nature. As long as I get my ski cap (earflap) and my snow, I should be bored, but OK with it. However, I've been told that The One and Only Tristan Humble is coming back the day I leave, so, basically, fuck life. And shit.
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It's Monday, whic certainly means Halloween Party at Ben's house get ready.
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[30 Oct 2005|01:18pm] |
Bands I need to see live:
Bright Eyes
Flaming Lips
Beck
Arcade Fire
The Velvet Teen again...
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[29 Oct 2005|10:14pm] |
Primus is playing live in Las Vegas tonight, and they are broadcasting it right now for free online. It seems like it would be an amazing show/festival to go to. Totally would have been worth it. Flaming Lips and Arcade Fire tomorrow, plus all the great bands that they aren't webcasting.
In other news, had a brilliant night last night. Will, Sam, Ivy and I ventured past railroad tracks to some unidentified public school, and the fog was so thick that everything seemed frozen in time. The street lamps were stars in the fog. And nothing was moving. The funny thing about the fog is that it seems thicker when you see it from a distance, and so you try to get to the end of it, but then the wall glooms away from you, and you sit there wondering how far you really have to go to touch the wall.
When we got to the school, after getting high out of an energy drink can (curse the lack of rolling papers) there was an abstractionist playset that had slides and the normal playground items but also wierd, circular angular wheels that you grab and rotate on. The fog was so thick that standing on the fringe of the playset made it look like we were indoors, with the fog creating thick walls that move when you try to touch them.
It was actually like being caught in a dream, but not in the corny bullshit way you hear storytellers say it. Just I felt that I could pinch myself and not wake up; it was an actual dream.
Walking out of the school was a test of nerves; it seemed like erything moves. Because I saw everything in a herky-jerk motion, the sort of event that makes poles look like they're moving when you know they're rooted to the concrete. Thought I saw a man hunched underneath a white billboard like he was using it for protection. Thought that those iron circles in the dull grasses were mischief, thought they were hoodlums out for a scare. Thought the tarred asphalt walkway (with fences holding out wasteland grasses) was the Amazon, some sort of concrete jungle. Thought I was a pioneer, and I walked all over this wide empty road, with ten-story cornfields trying to lean over fences.Then walking home we encountered a drunk black man named Ephriam, whom we were all afraid of besides Will (fool) but he didn't give us too much trouble. Walking for hours made me delirious. It was certainly a journey, man, an epic.
Today it was hard to force a smile. Not emotionally or anything - that's easy. I mean I actually struggled to curve those stiff lips. Strange. I don't think I like the aftermath of getting high. Last night was a hoot, but I'm feeling far too inept right now to justify anything.
I'm going to go watch The Village. Goodnight.
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[27 Oct 2005|10:11pm] |
Why did it have to fly over the fucking cuckoo's nest and I end up writing an essay about it?
EDIT: Still haven't started essay. 12:01 AM.
In other news, covering "Ride Wit Me" by Nelly is brilliant.
HEY, MUST BE THE MONEY!
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[25 Oct 2005|07:31pm] |
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Yesterday I rediscovered my uncle's drum machine from the 80s. It is a primitive Roland TR-505 Rhythm Composer,
and it's very handy. When he first gave it to me I just messed around
with it, and tried to see how many cymbal crashes I could fit into one
measure. But now that I've actually read the manual (I guess that makes
me sound like some sort of techie geek) I found it's pretty easy to
write whole songs, and so I've started using it to structure songs I've
written on guitar that previously have had no purpose. This is good
because Sam and Will and I are playing more often and it's coming
together euphorically.
In other news,
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