Just Another Life

Me: Dad, when you retire, you should move to a white people's land where only white people live
My racist dad: Why?
Me: Because you think that everyone who isn't white is strange
my Dad: Well, they are
Me: (I laugh at the blatantness, then) Why do you say that?
My dad: You don't see any of them coming to the door to help you
Me: I don't see any white people coming to the door to help me
My dad: Well if you left the door to your room open, they'd take everything
Me: I don't understand how that even makes sense
(then my dad walks out of the room, and I re-told the conversation to my sister while he sniggered)

by the way, the tone of this whole conversation was completley calm. It was instigated by a time magazine article i was reading while eating fruit loops about Iran getting nuclear bombs. goodnite.





angela just left and now everyone else will tommorw :(

A very memorable evening yesterday....

So after the Wind Ensemble concert, Angela had to go home which wasn't too good, but something happened that was too good.

So Eliot directs Emma to drive to Bickford's Panckae House, because of course at 10:00 we needed Pancakes. As we're approaching the building, Emma goes "looks like our kind of crowd" - we go in to find a room full of old people (all mildly drunk) peppered with three and four year olds. This was topped of by this old singer/keyboardist at the front of the room who was loudly singing old love songs.

So we sit down, and all the old people are staring at us. They start asking us why Eliot and I are dressed up, and where we're from. One old man asks Eliot and I if we just got married (we were in our band suits) and somehow Eliot lets out the fact that Emma and I sing. So all the old ladies start telling us to get up and sing and a minuite later they guy at the keyboard was like "can i have David up here to sing?" and all the old people are cheering/jerring and want me to go up...so I make Eliot and Emma get up with me as the keyboardist says "They are two professional singers and a professional stripper (eliot) from Lexington"...So we try to figure out what we're gonna sing while the drunk crowd anxiously stares at us. Emmma tries to get us to just run out of the place, but me and Eliot find the opperutnity too strange and too unique to pass up.

So there I was, sitting on a stool in front of a plastic keyboard, singing to a bar full of old people and three year olds. In my band suit with my little bowtie, with Emma and Eliot with their silly grins looking right up at me. I sang most of a true story (with the piano) because I don't konw how to play much else all the way through (angela can verify that) and they acutally clapped after, haha. We had sung Let it Be (emma singing, me piano) before that until we forgot the words and emma put the microphone in front of Eliot who had only heard the song a few times in his life...

So we sit down, and after the old people stop making comments, we order some pancakes. Just as we're about to leave, this old guy starts talking to me. The guy is RIGHT IN MY FACE, talking about how he used to live in lexington and who knows what...Then he starts talking about the singer/keyboardist guy and keeps calling him a "certified fruitcake" (while the singer/keyboardist guy is rolling his r's and such) and the three of us are doing the best we can not to laugh.

I don't konw if i have described well enough the strangeness of the situation. We had absolutley no idea what we were getting into when we went to buy some pankaces with nothing else to do. I think I remember telling the guy that we'd come back tonight...but there is no way. Half the time we were in there, we didn't believe that the situation was real. Thinking back, it almost sounds like a dream (like, "so i was in this pancake house with eliot and emma and all these old people made me get up and sing for them...) but it was real. I hope you've enjoyed this. Concluding sentence.

Okay, in the last two minuites I went from physically feeling like shit (really tired) to jumping up and down with seeminly infinite energy, out of excitment. I'm not quite sure where either came from. Its not mood swing, i was mentally simlilar states.

This is a conversation i just had with my dad:

Me(tired and having a lot of work): "I think i'm gonna die really soon'
My racist dad (eating a chewy muffin): "Well, you fit many of the characteristics of dead people - you don't make much sense, you don't get up on time, and you don't eat the right foods"

!!!!!!!WTF?!!!HE IS CRAZY (because he was COMPLELTEY SERIOUS)

My sister and I lauged our asses off.

I'm going to fucking go bald from the stress and anxiety my mother causes me.

and my new life goal is to have the best immune system ever (my sister is sick for the like 20th time this winter)

I had a very relaxing vacation. I've felt really good the whole time, caught up on a lot of sleep, and I've gotten to hang out with my favorite friends many times.

I thought that when i went back to school, i would feel good and relaxed and be able to do my homework. When I sat down two minuites ago to do my take home quiz, it became abudnantly clear that nothing has changed. I called up ben scholoser and asked him to read me the answers, just as I i've done every goddamn week.....

love ya,
david

School is not real. My cell phone bill is.

I am really really glad that I was able to be part of Valentines Quartets this year. Not much more can be said about that except that I'm super exhausted now, but thats fine.

I don't believe that I can go to school tommorow and do real classes and work. Oh well, I'm sure it'll be fine.

Facebook has become more of a reality that studying for tests and quizzes. Test me on facebook any day, i know all the answers.

yeahhhh....I'm kinda sliding in everything...I can't be motivated to do actual work. Feels pretty good though.


Supposed to be nasty weather tommorow.

Well, at least my not sleeping the entire night saved money on sleeping pills.

I'm definitley not clicking "add to memories" on this one

So, I first moved into this room maybe four months ago. When I first moved in, I loved it. I was finally away from my parents' room, and I had the entire recording studio in my room. I could do basically whatever I want, and I had the ability to sneak out the window here. I finally had a room big enough to have people in, and I got my own bathroom. Sounds AWESOME, doesn't it?

What I didn't realize is what would happen. I didn't realize that the best thing about my old room was that my sister's room was like 2 feet away. Every five seconds, my sister would pop into my room or I would pop into her room. Yes, like Kramer into Jerry's apartment on Seinfeld. Because of the close proximity of our rooms, my sister and I were always very close. Always very close that is, until this schoolyear. I barley see her anymore. A while ago, I was eating breakfast with her and she was like "where were you last night?" and I said "here, where were you?" and she said "here"!!!!!!! Thats fuq'n nuts! How could we both be in the same house and not konw it?! Last year I spent a good hour daily with her, now I maybe see her for 5 minuites a day when I go up to get somthing out of the printer.

So what have we done with the time that we used to spend with eachother? I'll tell you how i've filled that hole. I'm always on my computer, constantly checking facebook and livejournal - i had neither last year. I'm ALWAYS online, all the time. I don't even do much homework, I'm just in my room, alone. And I've come to hate my room because of that. There is nobody around this floor (not even my parnents) and so i'm completley alone most of the time. I sit in this room doing nothing, getting no work done. I never record any music, even though I have a studio in my room. This room can also be makred by TYLENOL PM, because I've used most of a bottle of it since I've moved in. What has my sister done with the time? I feel partially responsible for this. My sister last year had more A+ grades on her report card than any other grade. This year, she might be doing as well but she barley sleeps. She procrastinates until 1 AM, and then she barley scribbles down her work. SHE IS IN SEVENTH FUQ'N GRADE! its not healthy! Of course, she still demands the same A+ grade out of herself, and she is going crazy. She seriously had a fit the other day, and it is beacuse shes over-stressed and over-tired at too young of an age. Shes been bringing more and more food up to her room, and binges on candy (haha?) every single night. Her room got so digusting that she has temporarily moved into the study, because all of the food remains started SMELLING TO MUCH FOR HER TO LIVE IN! Goddamit! Until now, she has been such a sucsess, but she is falling apart! Both of us are falling apart because we no longer keep eachother in check. We thought that we were pissing our lives away while together, but we didn't realize how much we were helping eachother.

Now what?

I am pissed off, something is getting me down. I have two options, and I don't konw which will make me feel better.

#1) Accept that I am angry, self-pity myself by eating lots of good food, listening to loud angry music, moping, go online or call someone and complain and declaring it a "bad day". Not do schoolwork, make a livejournal entry about how life sucks, become apathetic.

#2) Try to forget about it, and try to not let it bother me. Put on realxing music, watch Seinfeld or read a book. Think about the things that are going well.

I think that both options are valid. Althogh I phrased the first one negativley, it is a route that I (and I am not alone) take often. This time I'll attempt #2, and maybe it'll work.

Seriously not a good day. But thats over, right?

It was inevitiable, I'm in the second quarter slump, for my grades.

Christmas vacation is also inevitable!

Fuq'n YAY for valentine quartets as well. I'm really excited and glad.

I have been realizing over the last few weeks how much i love being a junior at lexington high school. Yeah, of course sitting through most my classes sucks, but like I think I have shit pretty good. I really don't get taht much work, so I have lots of time to do whatever I want. I also really like the music that I listen to and the friends that I have. And you konw what? I like being a typcial American High Schooler. I like wearing blue jeans and complaining about homework and shoving ipod headphones into my ears. I like my cell phone, I like my computer and I like food.

Oh, and I've come to the conclusion that I might not be real. My behavior in school the last few weeks is rediculous, and is not the normal behavior of a real or sane person. My behavior in Math (Nick, Micki, Kathryn understand) is just completley REDICULOUS, because I keep just talking the whole block. Its either a) smart-ass stuff, b) satire, c)kramer-isms, or d) acting very unintelligent or saying things in a way that I think will amuse myself or others. Although math is like my high point of being rediculous, I play this fun little game the whole school day, then I expect people to take me seriously. I really really love making people laugh, and I hope that my absurd antics bring more smiles to everyone aruond me, but I just can't get over how fuq'ed up my behavior is. The teachers will hate me by the end of the year.




I wrote the following letter yesterday. For some reason, winter either won't forgive me or maybe winter speaks another language other than English. Either way, school was NOT cancelled today.


dear winter,

I know we've had our differences in the past. I dont' like the cold, and I get angry when its windy and freezing out. I also don't like snow very much because i don't ski/snowboard and I don't have a good hat. That is all in the past.

PLEASE SNOW TOMMOROW

thanks,
david

Hi. I've been wanting to post for a long time, and now I will post some random unconnected things.

First off, I've been recording a lot recently. Its been one or two a'capella groups per week this month, and a lot of work still has to be done on the songs i'm doing with Ben and Andy. I really hate recording and mixing as of now. I'm gonna shut my studio down after this week, and just work on playing on rythym and shit like that. The compilation CD mixing was supposed to be done by the end of today, but its FAR from that. I'm really worried people won't buy the CDs. If do we sell all of them, we make $1000 for the food bank that we choose to donate to. Its pathetic, but I'm "depressed" over the awful sound of my "studio", and my lack of ability at recording and mixing.

I like zest a lot now tho, and my voice seems to be sounding better than usual too. And shit with friends and people is pretty good. And school, schoolwork is going really well.

Oh, and If i get a new dog and its a guy, I'm gonna name him Voldemort. Imagine being on the street and saying like "VOLEMORT, COME!" "VOLDEMORT, DON'T BITE", or like "good dog volemort", "we had to get him fixed, which means we had the doctors rip volemort's balls off"... the possibilities are endless..."I'm gonna go get Voldemort's leash, and take him for a walk"...."VOLEMORT PEE-ED ON THE RUG!". Makes me laugh.


These conversations may or may not make you laugh:

(declan and tyler)
thersey88: dude how do u spell humer like as in funny shit
smokeygranola88: lmao ok dude
smokeygranola88: wait
smokeygranola88: shit
smokeygranola88: omg dude i dunno either
thersey88: wow where really stupid

(me and declan)
smokeygranola88: yeah man whats the point of LIFE other than that?
smokeygranola88: hELLOOOOO life liberty and the persuit of HAPINESS?
MrSmartJr: haha
MrSmartJr: life, liberty and the pursuit of chicken, funyuns, apple pie, pot and whores
smokeygranola88: LMAO YES
MrSmartJr: lol
MrSmartJr: isn't that funny!?
MrSmartJr: we should re-write the consitution
smokeygranola88: yeah man
smokeygranola88: next time im really high, and ur feeling really ceative
smokeygranola88: we should get a copy and rewrite it
MrSmartJr: LOL
MrSmartJr: yeah
MrSmartJr: "the next time im really high, and yo'ure really craetive"
smokeygranola88: lol
smokeygranola88: exactly

judge away, goodnite.

Dear Livejournal friends,

Nobody has updated in the past few days! This insane! I want to read about your life troubles so I can feel better about myself! UPDATE!

sincerely,
david

P.S. Emma - facebook has killed my english essay

Rejected by NHS and John Lennon Songwriting contest this week! (Acutually, I'm not pissed about either one, i swear!)

I wanted to post my daily schedule:

6:38 - My cell phone alarm rings
7:30ish - I get to school and talk to some people and then go to classes
Middle of Day - Go to Peter's house with Emma and Angela, and then Peter and Andy come (on good days)
3:20 - get home from school on bus, eat food, watch a seinfeld
3:45 - Take a nap, play with my dog, or get online
4:30 - Four days a week i either take or teach a clarinet lesson at this time
5:15 - Do a half hour of homework while online, then go to my sister's room
6:00 - Eat dinner and sit at the table with my dad talking about music
7:00 - Do another half hour of homework, maybe watch seinfeld, someone like Erik usually calls, and GET ONLINE
9:00 - Go up to my sisters room and say "shit, i haven't done like ANY of my homework" and talk to her
9:30 - Back online! Check livejournal friends page a lot of times
10:00 Do my homework for an hour
11:00 Bedtime

Summary: I'm online WAY too much of the day, and I barley spend any time on schoolwork, yet I still expect myself to get all As. Time is moving FAST! Slow if i'm in Spanish.

On a more positive note, the iTunes Music Store reviewed my application, and will accept my music, but it probably won't be up there for a little while.

My life is a'changin

now i turn my music up LOUD

Okay, there is no way my life is real. I think most of you are real. If not, you're damn good actors.

13 Days until I figure out if I won (or was a finalist) in the John Lennon songwriting contest!!!!!! John Lennon was real. Paul McCartney isn't real. Just like Buffalos (Buffalos aren't real, neither are Koalas, Nick thinks that Chinese People aren't real [and hes right] but we're having trouble proving it)

I really love simple things. And Quadrophenia.

So apparently i'm academically qualified for the NHS (national honors soceity) and I have to write them a letter if i want to get accepted. Here is my first draft, I have some revisions to go I think:

Dear Faculty Council,

I think that I would make a swell member of this honors society thing. It sounds like colleges will really want to accept me if I join this thing. I don’t want to do the 500 hours of community service, so I’ll just get my friend Nick to sign the forms. He's been signing all these bullshit forms for me since freshman year. I have some pretty good grades on my record and once in a while I do some shit after school so I think I should qualify. This is my letter, I hope you like it – I am trying to be unique. I’m sure everyone else is like “well, I could contribute by raising money for gross people” but as you can see I’m different, I do my own thing.

With love,
David

P.S. I am half-jewish

Maybe I'll make this post really cryptic and weird and pretend to have some hidden meaning between the lines.

Yeah, so school and life and all this haha. Days go REALLY fast for me now, I can't believe how fast they pass. Tomorrow is WEDNESDAY! It was just the weekend like 10 minuites ago! Club day is friday and I've still gotta make the posters for that and figure out who is stiting with me at the table and figure out when and where we're supposed to have a meeting! Its going to be the next weekend before I know it, I'm gonna be in college before i know it...college college college. And I know there is a lot of drama going around with lots of my friends and good fellers about hot issues. At this point, I don't really care because I know we all love eachother and it'll all workout within the week because of that. Of course, the reason we are angry with eachother is because we love eachother, but don't do anything to get in the way of love, right?

Oh and I've been super busy lately, doing a lot of clarinet teaching and other great stuff, but whatever - its no good to do nothing. I take back what I said on the first day of school post, about Junior year definitely being good - Its up to what we make of it, me and all of you.

I missed my night-before post, so I figured I'd write a first-day post. The only sentence that is important is "I have a good feeling about this year"...but I'll explain why. I am content with all my classes and teachers (I haven't gone to math yet!) so that is very good. This whole Honors American Studies thing may actually turn out to be as good as I hoped. Its not a myth about free blocks - they are awesome! Today we went to Peter's house for lunch and he made me pasta (thanks peter if you ever read this) which was awesome...and then we chilled out in Peter's room and Emma showed me the new Coldplay album which is very cool, and super relaxing. I decided that this year I'm gonna change my additude. I'm gonna stop being a child, and acutally grow up for once. Erik was right, we've gotta look to the future. Listening to the Beatles is awesome and all, but like...we're living NOW, so its time to stop getting hung up on the past and time to do new things. I'm sure i won't do anything, but its the mindset haha. Even Zest rehearsal was different tonight..we got a lot done. yes.

Way down here you need a reason to move
Feel a fool running your stateside games
Lose your load, leave your mind behind, baby james

Oh, mexico
It sounds so simple i just got to go
The sun's so hot i forgot to go home
Guess i'll have to go now

Oh, mexico
I never really been but i'd sure like to go
Oh, mexico
I guess i'll have to go now

(james taylor - mexico)

oh and, arts are sexy