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Nothing new really to update on but I felt like I should write something so I will make it quick since I have no immediate thoughts and Richard is waiting for me while he plays Playstation2. Yesterday I did the usual chores in the morning and then Benny came over and we played Melee and chilled and hit up a couple of spots. Then Ben came over and we went to Guitar Center and basically played there for about 3 hours. I didn't even get to play in all the rooms yesterday since we spent so much time in the acoustic room. One of the workers there gave us a little lesson on classical guitaring but it was way to crazy for me to understand but I'm glad Ben actually understood what he was teaching. I pretty much keep it ghetto with my power chords. After Guitar Center we got some grub at the Taco Bell then called it a night. The only shame of the night was that Ben and I didn't get to jam at home and that there was no ping-pong or volleyball involved. I guess we could have played volleyball, but I like to avoid the Christenson parents when ever I can because they are such strange people. They have this very cult feeling to them. They almost seem as if they are brainwashed and under the command of an evil master. Anywho, Guitar Center is a sick little store and is much more entertaining when you go with Ben.

Nick's grad party was on Sunday and it was a nice relaxing follow up to a fun filled day that was Saturday. The weather was hotter then it needed to be but it still felt nice. Most of the grad party revolved around the huge slide Nick had borrowed for the day and although I did not partake in the slide festivities, it was fun climbing it a few times and then just watch people destroy themselves on it. When people questioned my not going on the slide, I responded with a savvy, "I'm like 20 years old," but really it was just to hot and my body is much to fragile to take part in such vigorous activites. I had plenty of entertainment just sitting and watching. Dick has made for some memorable times as of late. After the night full of slides, chicken wings, ribs, water balloon fights and mountin dew ended, we went home to clean up and then chilled at Dawson's place for a little bit. We didn't do much there but it was nice just to sit around. I watched part of the Spurs game. Game might not be the right word since the Spurs put on a whooping.

The Senses Fail and From Autumn to Ashes show is sneaking up rather quickly and although I do not wish for time to pass this rapidly, I am excited to see the two bands perform. On my rough count, this might be the ninth time I see Senses Fail making them my most seen band. But I think this time around I am more excited to see From Autumn to Ashes because they have a new lineup and I am enjoying their new album. So if you are free two Saturdays from this posting (June 23rd, 2007), please make the journey to Maplewood Mall for some intense emo, metalcore, post-hardcore/screamo music. If my sources are correct, and they should be correct since I got them right off the zumiez website, FATA will be playing around 4:30 and Senses Fail around 5:00.

One last topic before I end this blog. While I am on the topic of music and emo-ness, I might as well bring up a book I am interested in reading. Everybody Hurts: The Essential Guide to Emo Culture, or something like that. 200+ pages of the music culture I find myself very much a part of. Although I remain abstinent from being a "scene-kid," I do feel very much a part of that culture. I read a brief overview of the book and the things they talked about were things I found very identical to my own life. I loved the part about how the emo culture considers them selves Donnie Darko philosophers, and it is true, I do consider myself a connoisseur of that movie. And the part about how emo personalities approach shows was dead on as well. Emos pregame way to early and on the way to the venue they play their music way to loud and they arrive way to early and when they get in, they all rush to an open area and claim their section on the floor and they are very conscience about the people around them and then on the way home they listen to the music they just listened to. Why wouldn't I want to read this book? It is kind of like reading a book about a part of my life. I hope it is written in a semi-serious fashion and is actually a book about the culture. I know all the stereotypes the word "EMO" carries. It is a shame that the culture is hated so much and that it has been spun in such a negative way.

Anywho, time to let Dick watch his anime. I hope to finish my zombie blogs and my gay'mon two movie soon.