George Carlin Once Said, "Shut The Fuck Up!"

I need to get this off my chest or else something might happen to me that physics can't even explain.

Here comes the exposition. I first need to establish this -- I am a Facebook stalker. That in itself might be an offense to many and therefore rendering this entire blog hypocritical and useless. But fuck it.

As I stalk the "updates" of my Facebook friends (most of them I do know in real life), it has become apparent to me that the friends I now know, or the friends I made in highschool, are from suburbia America. Not that I didn't already know this, I fully understand that I grew up in Plymouth, Minnesota which borders Maple Grove, Minnesota and Wayzata, Minnesota which for the most part is made up of middle class white America. However, I never want to assume that because someone grew up in suburban America, they act like children from suburban America.

But holy fucking shit the people I know are "white". I say this because spring break is near, and all the status updates reflect that. The friends I have on Facebook seem to feel that they are entitled to a trip to mexico during spring break. "Spring break is in a few days and I don't know where I'm going!" "Oh no, I'm not going to Mexico this year!" SHUT THE FUCK UP! Just because Daddy has paid for you to go to Mexico every year or every other year does not mean you are entitled to a vacation every fucking spring break.

I'm going to kill this here.

The End.

John Lennon

If I ever become president of the United States, I'm going to invade my own country. Not because I hate the U.S.A, because I don't, but because sometimes it takes a good slap to the face to understand what we are doing to others.

So don't vote for me.

How I Know I'm A Human Being

I am at times horny and I am at times violent.

I'm Not The Same Man I Once Used To Be

Does anyone else find it difficult to start writing something? When you sit down to write an essay for school, or to fill your blog, just writing something from scratch is so difficult. It feels so awkward. Where the fuck do I start? Here? There? There is no real good segue from nothing. If only there was a way to make my blog slap my readers in the face when they open up my blog. That'll be a nice way to start. It would certainly make the reader at least slightly shocked and desire an explanation as to why a hand manifested from their computer screen and slapped them across their innocent face. And I hope the slap is just perfect enough to leave a red mark across their face. I do, because I'm fucked up in the mind like that. I wish my fucked up-ness was contagious and that I could sneeze on people and other people would be as equally as fucked up in their dome as I am. I would sneeze on all the scientists in the world and all the doctors so that a cure would never be discovered. Eventually my brain disease would spread across the world and everyone would think crazy thoughts and nothing could be done about it. Everyone would be sick in the head, except for Magic Johnson, 'cause that mother fucker is not affected by any disease. Then everyone would think of crazy scenarios like one and we'd all be amused by them. But at least we would all be thinking.

If you've made it this far, congratulations. Now ask your self, why the hell did you read that first paragraph? It's crazy. Truly pointless. Most of my blogs are, but once in a while I throw out some meaningful shit. I ask some questions that have no real answer to them and I like reading what people think about them. I enjoy the fact that we can not accept that maybe there are some things in this world that have no answers. For example, there is no explanation as to why I've become such a baller. I certainly don't have an answer and I'd assume most people out there don't either. I only joke. I was actually going to talk about something in this blog, but I have completely derailed myself with all this jibber-jabber. Now I barely remember what I originally came here for. Meh, it matters not, I feel like writing a little bit and that's what I'm going to do.

I started the day out today with a George Carlin video and I think that increased the quality of my whole day. I think everyone should start their day out with a George Carlin lesson or a Priscilla Ahn song. It'll set a proper "beat" for your entire day. Here is a link to to the video I watched this morning: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eScDfYzMEEw
Does his voice crack at the beginning of the video? I wish George Carlin wasn't dead. He is such an amazingly smart guy and he isn't worried to spit the truth. He isn't concerned about what people are going to think of him. He has no reason to worry about what other people think about him because he knows the truth. If you have that much knowledge, if you can get over all these man made ideas, if you aren't afraid of the truth, you have nothing to fear. You share the truth, nothing but the truth. I love that George Carlin can say anything on that platform and he can get away with it. If our President (yes, OUR president, fuckers, hehe), Barack Obama, said any of the shit Carlin said, he would get assassinated immediately. Maybe I'll get assassinated just by mentioning assassination. That's what is fucked about us, human beings. We are so fucking scared of the truth. If the truth inconveniences you, and/or instills the tiniest bit of fear in you, you say it is taboo. You tell the author of the message to keep it to them self. Why is it okay to ignore the truth? I don't care how depressed I get, the truth is something I can not compromise. If the truth doesn't fit my ideals, I don't ignore it by telling myself that it's a crazy idea and that it can't be true. I accept it, I might sulk or just get extremely depressed for a week, a month, half a year, but then I learn how to accept it, because it's the truth. I can't afford the live a lie (nor can I afford much of anything because of the cost of tuition). I think this philosophy is part of the reason I don't take any drugs (medicine) or partake in any mind altering substances. I am proud to be strait edge. Let us take aspirin for example. If I remember my lessons from introduction to psychology during my freshman year, aspirin is a drug that blocks certain chemical transactions. Basically it lies to our brain that we are feeling pain (headache). Something tells me that a healthy human being doesn't have just have headaches for no reason. There is a cause and the headache is a symptom, a warning our body gives us to find and to take care of the cause. So instead of just lying and taking a quick aspirin, isn't it a better solution to find the problem, to learn, and then to avoid the cause in the future? "But it is so much easier to just take an aspirin each time I get a head ache!" Yeah, I know, but Mama said life wasn't going to be easy. People just focus on the symptom, not the cause. Wake the fuck up. I guess this is part of the reason I avoid alcohol and drugs. I just can't live a lie. I have to be myself. I don't want a diluted version of myself walking around interacting with the people I usually interact with taking credit for my accomplishments. But hey, I'm in the minority, I actually don't know another strait edged person. If a majority of the people are a certain way, then it has to be true, right? How do I come up with such stupid ideas? Why do I willingly choose to live this way? It's pretty dumb that I do choose to live this way. You only live once, so let's get wasted and blazed out of our fucking skulls. I guess it's just not for me. I can't conform to the main current or popular beliefs. I'm not saying my philosophies are the truth, I don't think I am that conceited, I'm not "God", you know that imaginary guy that floats above the clouds and taps into your thoughts like the Patriot Act. But this is how I view it, and it sucks. It sucks always being in the minority. Strait edge, Asian, homo...just kidding, I don't listen to the radio, I don't like every super hero movie that comes out during summer break, I just can't achieve the sexy standards. I am human, I want to be accepted, I want to be respected. Especially because I am such a social person. I need people. Another problem is I'm kind of a control freak, when things don't work out, I question things. I build all these walls that I need to climb and for no real reason. Because society and other people suggest that one way is the right way? I'd like to tell myself I am all these righteous things, we all do. But take a hard look at what you do. We are all pieces of shit. Everything we do is because of something fake. I've been struggling with this fact lately. Is there anything we have to do because nothing would make sense if we didn't do it? I think we have to eat, or else we wouldn't get too far. But nothing else comes do mind. Maybe sex, I think it is very possible that sex is programmed into us. But I'm not completely sold on that. I don't really remember my thoughts from when I was 5 years old, but I don't really think I thought about women the same way then as I think of them now. But chemicals in our bodies do change after that magical period we call puberty. And no, I'm not a womanizer. I don't want to stick my dick in every vagina I come across, well, that gets complicated sometimes, hehe. But I don't think women should be treated like flesh or slaves. God didn't make women from man. They are not our subordinates. They aren't organisms created by God to clean shit stains in our underwear, women are not people (think about how Fox could edit this line, "Women are not people" -Min Lee) who we should expect to have sandwiches ready for us when we get home, they are not just warm walking flesh that just sit around and wait to take care of our hard ons. Respect the women in your life. Damn, I lost track of my thought. Sometimes I have so much shit on plate that I forget where I'm going. One statement can lead to like 3 things and I go one way and there isn't a good segue back to the other two thoughts. I get the feeling this is getting kind of long, I better think about wrapping this up.

I know I wanted to talk about religion, but maybe I'll save that for another blog. Maybe I won't blog about it at all. I know my friend Tony is going to pay us a visit and I have the whole final week of winter break off. I really hope something snowballs and we end up at a dinner table and have one of our epic talks. Those talks really break me out of funks, those talks give me false hopes (ahh, I'm a hypocrite. Fuck yourself, we all are). I really hope to touch on the topics of religion, what makes people happy, what is the point of our existence, and also talk about Tony joining the Marines then. I remember our last Perkins run, that talk got kind of deep, it got kind of emotional (tears were shared), it got kind of heated. But I do know not everything said was true and that is a shame. Talks like that are what I think humans should be doing. Not going to the bar every Friday night. You couldn't have such intelligent conversations while under the influence. But hey, I'm a fan of critical thinking, that's not for everything. Read Tony's blog he wrote tonight, I share many of the same opinions. Here is the link: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/note.php?note_id=43883081869&ref=mf
I am Christian by default. I have been for 21 years albeit I consider myself and share mostly agnostic traits. However, recently, I am considering becoming an atheist. It's the only logical mind set. I mean, not that it's a big deal, because I guess atheism could also because considered religion, but I just wanted to be separated from "religious" ideals. I don't want to be a part of a cult, I don't want to live a lie. This whole idea of God just doesn't make sense, there are too many pieces missing for it to be true. Again, I was going to get into this much deeper, but I just don't feel like it. Plus, the Copeland C.D just ended and I need to switch albums and write one more section.

Just wanting to document my day before I go brush my teeth, and hit the sack (sack as in bed, not my balls. I would never strike my own balls). As mentioned above, I started the day out with George Carlin's blessings and teachings. Well, that's not the very first thing I did. I mean, I had to roll out of bed first, and before that I had to turn off my alarm, and before that I had to open my eyes, and maybe even before that I stretched, or took in some oxygen. Then I probably stumbled into the bathroom and took a piss. Is that the first thing everyone does when they wake up? Minus opening your eyes, or stretching, or taking in oxygen. Then I probably stumbled back into my room and squeezed one off. What?! Who shares that much info?! Oh no! Actually, I don't know, I don't remember. I just wanted to cause a stir. And I know my blogs are so moving a small stir could cause a hurricane. I got my Underoath DVD from Netflix today so I watched that upstairs before anyone got home so I could enjoy it on the new TV with up convert. It was pretty cool, nothing life changing, but I've been an Underoath fan so long it was cool to see a more personal side aside from the music. I envy the friendships they share, or at least the friendship they present. Then I hung out with Dick when he got home and played some Gears. Oh, I cut my thumb tonight when I got out of the shower, this is going to severely affect my Gearing. Looks like my rape fest might need to take a one or two day hiatus. And trust me, I am a raper (bring it on Fox, edit that one too, "I am a raper" -Min Lee). If charges could be charged for the amount of raping I cause in the virtual world, I'd serve two life times and my children would also serve. They'd probably find a way to resurrect my grandfathers so they could serve. Yeah, that extreme. Jon came over for a little bit but he got bored and went home early. I guess I'm just not as fun as I once used to be. Jon told me he was going home to eat, but I know a white lie when I hear/see it. I'm sure he went home to eat, I just wish he would have left out that part about texting me and getting back together after he finished. I know he was just trying to soften the truth. Maybe I'm way off, maybe he did go home and is still cooking up a mean meal that takes 8 hours to cook. I should just sit here and innocently wait for that text, that's what an obedient friend does. Back in the day, we would have just gone out and grabbed a bite together. I hope this last bit isn't portraying an angry tone, because although it is a bit irritating, it's not a big deal. To me, to be a good friend, a good spouse, a good brother, a good son, is to love. And to me, to love means to be able to sacrifice anything for the other persons happiness. If I am to be a good friend, I should let go and let friends do what ever they want. Winter and summer break for me means that I get to see good friends that I normally don't get to see often during the school year. Well, at least that is what I usually hope for. But I've learned I don't share the same hopes as most of my good friends and I must live with it. I must learn to love. Again, not a big deal. This thing we, I, call love means nothing when we die. I've conditioned myself to believe so many morals and bull shit man made ideas. It's impossible to juggle them all, although I tried for the past 22 years and I will most likely attempt into the future. I just wonder, if it is programmed into me, or have I just conditioned myself? If it's programmed into me, there is nothing I can do but to suffer, but if it is conditioned, I can break to trend.

Alright, this is way too long. I wanted to watch Pan's Labyrinth tonight but I might have to hold that off until tomorrow. I hate sleeping in later than 11:00 but I need my fair amount of sleep. I hate not being fully rested, I need to be at 100%. I can't have any one fucking me big time just because my mind isn't 100%.

You're still reading this?

Shoot Blue Beams

I was actually going to sit down and write a meaningful blog. I've been thinking soooo damn much this winter break and I wanted to share some of my thoughts. I've been pretty down for the last 2 weeks, pretty depressed. Sucked because I missed Christmas, New Years, and my birthday because of it. Doesn't really matter though, they are all bull shit, just some arbitrary events. Excuses to act irrational for a little bit. I have no time to act irrational. I kind of snapped out of it a little yesterday and today for a few hours I had this surge of "bubbles." That doesn't make sense...right? I can't really explain the feeling, I just felt good. Like I was floating. I totally spaced out, the only thing I could feel was the sun on my skin. I mean I was outside, in Minnesota, in the winter cold and the only thing I could feel was the sun on my face. I forgot that I was a human, I forgot that I had family and friends, I forgot that I needed to work. Is that what it feels like when you're dead? Is that why people take mind altering substances? To escape? To run away from the truth? None of the random blabbering above has any real meaning. All bull shit. I guess I am still searching for meaning in my life. Right now, I just want to be able to open people up. Open them to new perspectives and new ways of thinking. I just want to love people and for people to love me. I thought to myself today on the way to work, human beings are the most ugly beings, and the most beautiful. Human beings are such a paradox. How could such rotten creatures give me so much hope? So much pain. Other people are what keep me going. They are also the cause of so much of my pain. When I'm dead, I don't have to deal with any of it. When I'm dead, I'm dead. Nothing else.

This blog is so staccato and random. Deal with it. I like it like that. I'll try and write a meaningful blog tomorrow if I remember and can collect all my thoughts. I had so much to say during my 2 weeks of depression.

Thanks to my friend Ben Lee. He's cool.
And to my friend Dawson. He is fun to talk to.

I want Watchman to come out so badly. There is a line in the preview that really fits my thoughts lately. I forget how it goes exactly, but it is something about why we should fight for something we have no stake in. That's how I feel. I can't fix everything. Why am I the only one fighting? Or why does it seem like that. And all this pain is meaningless. We will all be the way we want to be. Why am I like this? Either way, I want Watchman to come out. Zack Snyder is so fucking amazing and I hear the story is off the meat rack. Fuck Fox studios.

Read this article, it is so damn funny:
http://www.cracked.com/blog/fox-can-eat-several-dicks/

I also want Fox to eat all the dicks.
Rupert Murdoch can eat a majority of the dicks.

I've been wanting to write music lately. Music is sooo beautiful when done right. Not that I can do it right, I fucking suck. It is still therapy to me though. I wish I was better at creating art.

My mind is a cluster fuck of thoughts. I want to share everything, but I can't put all my thoughts together so they make sense to others. I just sound like an ass farting chunks. Sometimes when I am able to get my ideas out, no one understands them. I'm just so different than everyone else. Is there anyone else like me? Or am I to be alone forever? I need to meet more people. Share more ideas. Learn about life more.

I'm going to bed.
Someone suggest some good movies to me. Note that I said good.

Love and Fear

Watch this clip and tell me how you feel.



I know I feel frustrated. Why is it that when we watch things from the third person it's so obvious but when we are the party involved our vision becomes tunneled?

This is not a fake scenario. This type of stuff always happens to me because I sometimes question what I'm being taught. It happened this past Saturday to me but I don't care to go into detail about it. Look out for this type of bullshit. Don't put up with it.

I'm Dumb, Stupid, Closed Minded, Ignorant, And Arrogant

Well, just burning time before class again. I am finished with midterms, yahoo! If I get a B on my midterm papers, I will be happy. They are like uber shitty and my citations are poor. But at least midterms are over! I think I have one more test next month and then finals. Then winter break! Hoooody hoo. But then spring semester, aww. But then spring break! Hoooody hooo. But then finals, aww. But then I graduate! Hooody hoo. But then I have to enter the real world or figure some major shit out, aww. It doesn't end does it? Oh well, as long as the important things in life stay intact.

[Give up everything, leave without out it, 'cause we are not coming back]

I'm looking forward to the Underoath concert, Gears of War2, Left 4 Dead, and when does Watchman come out? Zack Snyder is kind of a gangster and even though the Watchman trailer didn't blow me away like the 300 trailer did, I have to peep it. It's Snyder, it has to be good. Just make sure you guys don't go to an AMC theater on the weekends. It's fucking $10! I don't think I've ever paid that much for a movie before. And when I ask, "when does Watchman come out?" I can easily Google it (Fuck Google, Yahoo! is kind of the o.g.) but I don't. Because if I did, I'd have nothing to talk about. I'm kind of a people person. A SOCIALIST! Oh no, a fucking communist! Scaarrry! Like Halloween. And Saw movies. Halloween gives college girls an excuse to show off their large, firm breasts and their ass-cheeks. Impressive. (What?)

[Let go of me, let go of me]

So the issue of religion has come up a lot in my life lately. I really don't know where I stand when it comes to religion and it bothers me a little. I mean, if I don't know what I am thinking and feeling, who does? God? What do other people think about religion? I've been watching a lot of Bill Maher's commentary on religion and everything makes sense, but it's up to me to put all the pieces together. Not Bill Maher, or god, or atheists, or conservatives. Everything about religion seems so cult like and everything logical and rational says it's just so stupid. But how can the whole world believe in this? Is the whole world that afraid that there are some things in the world that can't be answered? It doesn't bother me that I nor anyone has the answers, but that everyone is so agitated by it. It affects everyone, even if you don't believe in religion. If you're an atheist, you're an anarchist and a devil lover. It's just a huge mess.

[I'm the desperate, and you're the savior]

This weekend I think my church is attending a Christian concert. It should be cool. No, it's not the Underoath/Devil Wears Prada show although that is very Christiany show and my church should go, haha. I am hoping there is a little movement instead of seats but I don't see how dancing conforms to church views. Think about how crazy that Oath/TDWP show is going to be? Last year I couldn't handle one hour of Oath. Now throw in TDWP? Insane! And a little Saosin and Person L? Icky icky. Let's not forget P.O.S, haha.

[No one's listening anyway]

I just read an article that said Bill O'Reilly got a contract renewal where he gets paid 10 million a year. That's a lot of money. I guess he isn't voting for Obama? Haha. The money doesn't bother me because O'Reilly's show brings in a lot of viewers and that's what drives the broadcasters. What bothers me is that it's Bill O'Reilly. And this was said: ""Bill O'Reilly is the most prominent and influential name in all of cable news, and his contribution to the network's success cannot be overstated," Fox News chairman and CEO Roger Ailes said." Is it not scary that someone like Bill O'Reilly is INFLUENTIAL?

[I was to scared to show, what I am]

I also read an article questioning New England Patriots coach Billy B. Some people are blaming him for Rodney Harrison's leg injury. The Pat's were up by 30 some points and kept Harrison on the field late in the 3rd quarter I think it was. I am going to side Billy on this one. I'm someone who believes that you fight to the end no matter what, don't look back. A football game is technically 60 minutes, so you will play 60 minutes. Football is supposed to be played by people like Bill Belichick, Hines Ward, Peyton Manning, Brett Favre, Troy Polamalu. Someone got hurt in a football game. If you are shocked by that, then I don't know what you are watching.

[We are the cancer, we are the virus]

So I watched the Myspace artist on artist interview with Zac Efron and Ashley Tisdale last night. Which lead me to watch a shit load of other ones. Serj Tankian is the fucking man. Mark Wahlberg is weird. But does anyone else want to be Zac Efron? Dude's kind of cool. I wish he would choose better roles, be a little more Jared Leto like. Except Leto is so serious it's kind of scary. And I think I am developing a little secret crush in Ashley Tisdale. It's a secret! Shhh! I was originally a fan of her because she was in Donnie Darko, which is the best movie ever (Shut up if you think it isn't. Let's fight!). I really haven't seen anything else she has done except for High School Musical 2 which I saw on my flight to Korea. I also saw a Harry Potter which was pretty cool. I know Tisdale is also a singer and sold like 60,000 copies her first week. Which is really good, and kind of sad. I think Senses Fail and Underoath sold like 20,000 their first week and that is considered good for them. Maybe I'm a little unfair because I haven't listened to Tisdale's album and maybe it is legit. I am assuming it isn't. But I am assuming it is better than Paris Hilton's. Plus, I learned that Tisdale is strait edge. That's way coool, especially for her because she is probably around other stars that are drunk, or high all the time. I kind of have a thing for people who are strait edge. It's hard to find people who have that philosophy. Donnie Darko role + strait edge. Is there anything else? Haha. I read that Joe Biden doesn't drink alcohol which is uber cool too. I read Al Frankin is strait edge too. He gets my vote, haha.

[It's all my head, if you want, you can look inside]

Anywho, I have to go eat lunch (Subway, my Mommy bought it for me, tee hee) and then go to class. Then I have to film. Which is kind of dumb seeing that I'm the editor. So I have to help on set, and then while everyone else is at home, I have to edit when it comes time to edit. I get double the work load...weird huh? Oh well. I'm kind of dumb, stupid, closed minded, ignorant, and arrogant.

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Staple Everything

Staple your damn mouth.

[But who would want me anyway...]

I have one of two mid-term papers that are due this week all finished. One more due tomorrow. I get to submit that one online so I'll be "working at home". 2 of my classes didn't meet this week and it was fricken sweet.

[I have nothing left to give]

Not much really to update on. Just writing 'cause I have an hour until my feminist film studies class. Class is kind of a joke. Not because it's a feminist class, but because of what we do. I would consider my self a feminist so I thought it was going to be a lot more interesting but it hasn't turned out that way. The class meets once a week and we watch a movie pretty much the whole class period. Then we blog on that movie and read abstract essays that go like this, "blah blah blah, vagina, blah." I thought we were going to be all like, "fuck people who don't believe in equality". We watched Basic Instinct in that class and one of the students had to leave due to the graphic sexuality. She looked to be very "pure" and churchy. You know, one of those kids whose parents doesn't want them to see the real world so they block them from everything violent and sexual. And so the first time that child sees something violent and sexual they don't know how to react to it. My parents didn't shield me from everything but they did limit the quantity. They also told me that I need to learn how to separate fantasy and reality. If you're a parent and you can't do that with your child because it's "weird" - just quit. But no one should take my opinion on this, I'm not a parent and I have no idea what I'm talking about. I honestly mean that. How could I have any understanding of how to raise children, I've never done it before. This is the trouble with blogs because you lose the timbre of the voice. I'm assuming people are thinking I'm being sarcastic when I say don't believe me because I'm an arrogant mo fo. But I seriously mean it. I have no experience being a parent, so I can't offer good advice. It's just how I feel. I just feel bad when people aren't educated on real life things.

[Accept the answers without a question, it's easier]

Anyone else bumping this new Senses Fail? I got a lot of mixed feelings for it, but it's Senses Fail, I could never hate it. It's tough Still Searching had to be their 2nd full length (I consider it their 3rd album though, 'cause that EP is so legit), 'cause that was a epic masterpiece. This new album doesn't sound as nearly as polished as Still Searching but Buddy comes through and speaks words that can lift any confused soul. I can't wait for the next time Senses Fail rolls through Minnesota so I can scream these new tunes out with them. Screaming is the right word too, a lot more screaming on this record. I'm pretty sure I've seen Senses Fail more than any other band. I want to know which song on this record was inspired by the latest Rambo movie. Oh, and how come Minnesota sucks for shows. So many tours skip over us. But I guess it's better than the Dakotas. This fall I'll be missing, Anberlin, Scary Kids, and Senses Fail. I chose not to go to the Chiodos 'cause Escape The Fate has fallen apart with the departure of Ronnie and their guitar player. But I do plan on hitting up this epic Underoath show. (I think I should not use the word epic.)

[turn my cuts into scars]

Well, I didn't want this blog to be long so I'm going to end it. Oh wait, no I'm not. I saw Quarantine this past weekend. I liked it of course, anything dealing with the death of stupid human beings and massive amounts of zombies is all good. There are some issues with it but nothing I couldn't get over. Check it out if you like zombo flicks. Just don't pay $10 for it like I did (Damn you AMC!).

Random Chunks

I have an hour until my video production class and I need to waste a little time. This blog is going to really random and crazy, so please leave now. I've been watching a lot of avant-garde films and been thinking artistically a lot lately so this might be the reason behind this.

[We no longer listen to honesty because it has no glamor]

Fall is in full effect isn't it? Good or bad, I don't really know. I don't have any good hoodies, so I'm kind of cold.

[Please don't forget about the things that make you feel]

Reasons why I am not voting for Nobama:
1) He is a terrorist.
2) He is an Arab.
3) He's black.
4) Sarah Palin is better.
5) He doesn't like cars from Japan and South Korea.
6) He likes the middle-class too much.

[Like a magician, you made his faith disappear]

It seems like every time around this year I think about a whole bunch of shit I wish I didn't think about. I don't know what makes me think these thoughts. Maybe school, maybe the fall season and that everything is taking in a last breath of air before they hibernate, maybe friends and family, maybe music since usually a lot of new albums come out around this time. I really don't know. Last year wasn't as tough and I wish I knew why so I could follow that path. Maybe it was my trip to Korea? God, I really miss that place and I really miss the family back in Korea. It's crazy to think that I could meet some people for the first time in my life and feel like I've loved them for 21 years. Part of me feels like that is due to Korean culture, but another part feels like because that's the power of family. When I was a teenager and I thought I was finally understanding life and getting a grasp on everything, my Mom told me something that has really stuck with me. She told me that family would always be there and that you should put family first. At that time, I felt like your friends could also be a part of your family. I thought you could build these amazing relationships with friends and have those bonds be as strong as family bonds. You can build amazing bonds with friends, but they will never be "family" and I understand that now. I think it took me 3 years to finally digest that fact. It's really some shit I didn't want to really believe, but there is nothing I can do. Humans run around and around in these circles and it's no problem to them.

[There is a light that never goes out]

I'm so ready for Obama to be our president and for Bush not to be our president. For the people that voted Bush in 2004, please think about who you are voting for this time around. Actually think. Please.

[Please wait around for a while, because I promise you, I will]

I super excited for this little game called Gears of War 2 to come out. It comes out November 7th and it has already gone gold. That's pretty cool. I've been practicing on Gears 1 so when Gears 2 comes out I can be tip-top. Horde Mode: Dick, Jon, Min. Holler.

When I'm An Old Man

I always hear people say, "everyone is a liberal when they are young."
So you're telling me that as we age, we become greedy, grumpy, and turn into liars?

Well, that's not 100% true and stated very bluntly. I have too much homework to expand.

I look forward to how my views on the world change as I age. Hopefully blogging will still be cool then.

Season: Fall

I've never seen this Paramore video before. I just saw it and it really makes me feel weird. But like a good weird.



Fall is when all the animals go away and nature goes into a sort of "coma." But for me it makes me kind of happy. I still feel warm inside knowing that everyone is getting ready for the freezing (Minnesota) winter. That we are all going to bundle up. I love the feel of the chill on my face. I love the feel of that same wind brushing against my hoodie. I love it when my Mom tells me to bundle up. Enjoy these last few days of Earth everyone.

(Does anyone know what that "Eternal Sunshine" filter is that they use in this video? To make everything seem so homely and like it was shot with a video camera from the '70s? I really like it. It makes me feel nostalgic.)

Sony Brand DVs

The title has nothing to do with this blog and that should be a strong indicator that this blog is going to be a little coo-coo. Words like coo-coo being used should also be a sign for you to stay very far away. Anywho, I've been super super busy lately but I have like 10 more minutes to kill before my next class. I'm either super uber duber (what?) busy or else I have like 30 minutes where I have nothing to do. Why can't I just collect all those 30 minutes of nothing and create like an extra day? I'd call the day "Fusion" and place it before Tuesday just because my mind is telling me to do it that way. Also because come the end of Monday, I'll be having a day off. While all you normal people go to school/work on Tuesday while I enjoy Fusion. Then if this were real life, I'd meet up with you guys on Wednesday. Which means I pretty much skipped Tuesday, but I didn't, because I was enjoying Fusion. Jerks.

Actually, the title does have a little significance. I need to buy a tiny boat load (Like a canoe) of Sony brand DV tapes. They are for my advanced video production class and I need a bunch of 'em. That class surely knows how to bust a few balls when it comes to scheduling and time. I find myself uber busy out side of class because of it, but it is a class I really do enjoy. It actually doesn't feel like a class to me. Just learning and experiencing and most of the time enjoying. I really do hope my career path does lead this way. I think I need to start hitting up the U of M's Comm department a little more. I want to be able to production without having to suffer the starving artist life. I need stability. I plan on having a family and living comfortably. That's why I'm going to a huge university, right? Who knows though, it's better not to fret about it. (Fret, like a guitar fret, hehe).

Anywho, I'm dipping.

I'm 21...really.

I've been enjoying the Olympics like crazy. I love competition, I love pride, I love underdogs, I love dedication, I love Lucy. What?

There has been a lot of drama lately though about the age of some athletes and if the Chinese are being fair. It's tough to say cause Asian people normally look younger, at least I think so. But didn't some girl on the Chinese gymnastics team get pulled out or something after these rumors started to fly? That's a little too fishy for me. I think there is a strong chance they are cheating, but I really don't blame them. This is the largest sports platform they have ever had and they want to world to take notice. I mean, I always enjoy fair play, but sometimes pride just takes over and one does things they know just aren't right. Cheating - very possible. Do I personally blame them - no, not really.

That M.Phelps guy is crazy good. He's won enough medals though. I'm rooting for someone else now. Like I said, I like rooting for the underdog.

Oh back to the Chinese girls gymnastics team. Now I'm no expert on female makeup or any sort of makeup...but DAMN. All that shit above their eyes, not very appealing.

After working at the M.O.A for a week I've learned a few things. If I ever become owner of the world, I am going to make it a law that everyone has to be nice. I will pass judgment on people. When I get nice costumers, it no longer is work but rather just helping a nice human being. But someone people are just stupid as fuck. And when you're ordering when a blender is going nutso, talk LOUDER! People confuse me. I wish there was a nation where only nice people could live in.

2008 Olympics

I don't know if this blog will do more justice if I keep it short, or if I write in depth. Since my Warped was so long, I'll keep it short.

I was choked up like crazy during the opening ceremonies. Just way fucking amazing.

If you're Chinese and you aren't proud, let me know so I can stab you. That ceremony was so fucking epic I'm just proud to be Asian. Fuck Asia, if you're a human being and your not proud, let me stab you.

I just want to cry after that. And I would've but I would have cried way to fucking much.

Good luck London. I'll forgive you guys if your ceremony isn't as good as China's.

Hottest athlete I saw was from Uruguay, I think.

This is the world. The only time the world can set everything aside and come together as human beings. It's like watching some fake universe. It's an amazing feeling.
(Good work Russia and Georgia...)

God bless the WORLD.

Get To The Chopper

I'm tired, so a quick one before bed.

I just finished a video. It turned out okay. I won't be able to post it online because it exceeds the 10 minute limit Youtube restricts us to. However I should have another one coming out soon. That one will fit on Youtube for sure. I want to edit a few more videos while I still have summer time left to do it. It's hard to get around to editing videos during the school year. I also want to film and create a few other movies and ideas before summers end as well. But to make sweet shit, one needs bodies and minds. I tried a couple of times this summer but failed due to lack of support. Hopefully I can pound out a few more though.

I keep thinking about how sweet next year is going to be when I'm in Korea. I get very nervous and very excited. I'm nervous because I'll be off on my own in a new land and I won't be able to see all my loved ones. Excited because of every thing else. I'm probably going to video blog like crazy next year. Talking about video blogging makes me want to video blog. Maybe I'll document how boring my life is right now...but how boring would that be to watch?

How long was that Warped Tour blog I wrote yesterday? Yikes!

Anyone else see that new Paris Hilton video? She is almost officially cool in my book. I have some respect for her now. Do your thing Paris!

Arnie has infested my life as of late.

WARPED TOUR 2008!

I'm thinking about the blog I wrote for last years Warped and I remember it being an epic blog. I've written some pretty long blogs in my day, but that one might top them all. I'm going to try to keep this one cohesive and concise but I feel I will most likely fail. And fail hard.

So every summer there is this little rock and roll tour that goes around the US and a few Canadian spots called the Warped Tour. It's kind of epic and if you've never been to one and you listen to rock music, don't consider your self a fan of rock music just yet. Stick to like, rap or pop music until you get your cherry popped. It's kind of like the Mecca of rock festivals, although I'll give Bamboozle credit only because the type of rock played there is the type I enjoy most (Sorry SXSW and 'Palooza). So this little tour I blog about every summer has been around for a little while, no big deal. It started out primarily as a giant punk tour, but it has evolved probably mostly because of Kevin Lyman, the founder and mastermind behind Warped. Now I'm not going to talk like I know the guy personally, because I don't, but to me he seems like a very hard working, thoughtful, caring, open minded, and most importantly a fan of rock music. Warped has evolved into a place where all types of music come together, but the core is still the same. For example, Katy Perry was on this years tour. You know, she kissed a girl, and she liked it. She is considered a pop act, but she has some edge to her and I consider her a Warper. Now every summer I claim that Warped Tour is the highlight of my summer, well, because it is. I sit here now and think that aside from trips to Korea and once in a lifetime events, Warped Tour is the highlight of my year every year. I can't think of a time where I feel more free and happy. I am around my mainest duders, Dean and Jon, I am surrounded by music culture, I can act a fool and no body gives a huffck, we eat lots of food and drink lots of tasty drinks, I am surrounded by a demographic that is probably 99% liberal and I can yell politically insensitive things with out getting into trouble, and I can yell swear words and not worry about an old person slapping my wrist (Not that I need to swear to communicate, but it's just part of my language). It's so perfect. I feel sluggish at times during the summer because I hate sitting around and doing nothing, but Warped just juices me back up. I feel like a child again.

I don't know where to go from this and this will probably happen a couple of times during this blog, but hey, kiss my dick head. I'll just start talking about Warped '08. My neck is still sore and my voice is sore. This is probably the most sore my voice has been after any Warped. I think I am getting more into the singing of the bands. My back and legs and knees and ankles and feet are a lot better than previous Warpeds.

I don't consider Warped Tour a one day event, no, not for us it's not. For me, I listen to all Warped Tour music all summer to get ready. Warped has always been on a Sunday for us so I call the whole weekend, "Warped Weekend," cool name huh? Friday we all chill and we get active to prepare our bodies for Warped. Saturday we sit around and play video games and listen to Warped music and rest our bodies. We eat a isht ton of good food as well. Sunday is the main event. We usually wake up early, get us some McDonalds breakfast, get us some energy drinks from Freedom, and off to the venue for an epic day. One of the best parts about Warped Weekend is the day after Warped. When we are all suffering from Post-Warped Tour Syndrome (Yes, it's a proper noun and a clinical illness) on Monday we sit in Jon's basement and do nothing at all. All movies, all TV. Usually no video games either since we are just too lazy to move. Too lazy and sore and just sitting there doing nothing is honestly the most efficient thing you can do after a Warped Tour. We don't even leave the house for food, we order pizza. This year it got messed up a little but no big, I'll explain later (if I remember). Warped Weekend lasts from Friday till Monday for me and I huffking love it. Around this time late Monday/early Tuesday it sets in that Warped Weekend is over and that I will need to wait a whole year to experience this time of music and bonding again. I remember thinking in '07 it'll never come, and it came in no time. I sit here thinking waiting a year is way too long, and I remind myself how I felt in '07 but I can't help but feel sad/nervous/nostalgic. It's truly a beautiful time to me. It might not be a big deal to others, but I really appreciate everything that goes on during this time.

This years Warped was way different, but it also shared many repeated traditions. Friday and Saturday was pretty normal. Sunday started out the same. We all meet up and head over to McDonalds. Got our grub on and then went over to Freedom and got me a Rip It. The strange thing about this years Warped is that it wasn't 900 degrees and humid and sunny. It was cloudy and warm which sounds like heaven for a Warped tour. Already it was different. This year, we would drive our selves to Warped instead of having someone's parents drop us off. Why? Because it wasn't at the Metrodome but rather Canterbury Park. Parking was free, which was nice but it took for ever for all the Warped goers to get into the parking lot. I don't think Canterbury Park was ready for that many vehicles to all come in at once. I started to panic a little because I was worried that I might miss a very important set. We got in eventually and the first thing I had to do was take a shit. Pretty convenient too because poopers were all set up at the front. Jon started this cool thing last year where we buy and extra sandwich at McDs and eat it in line. Just kind of funny. Oh, and even in line, I just feel giddy and ready. I mean I just start talking to the people around me because I just feel so comfortable and everyone always has a positive response. The couple in front of me got angry because they saw a Jon McCain sticker, and we got a laugh out of it. They needed a lighter for their cigs but were too shy to ask so I just yell out for a lighter and right away I get about 3 offers. It's just an awesome community. I hate smoking, but I can with stand it when Warped Tour is waiting for me. Like mentioned above, this one is at a new location. Usually when we go to the 'Dome we know exactly where to go when we get in. Take a right, go strait and then a left and look for the giant red balloon. We were lost again and had to search for the red balloon while worrying about who might be playing and who we might be missing. It didn't take us long and we were relieved to find out that we weren't missing anyone. Afterwards we walked about to mark where all the stages were going to be. We had about an hour before Color Fred got on stage who were the first act we wanted to see. After we organized all the stages in our brain pieces, we did some tent viewing. Dean almost got a spray tattoo on his damn dome. It would have been sick...not, 'toos are ugly. But it's Dean, anything looks cute on Dean. We hit up the Rock Band tent and showed everyone how The Formula To... does things. Eh, not really, something was fucked up and we barely got into the game. Again, I just asked the first person behind me if they knew what was going on and she helped us out. She even sang for us. I can't stress how cool people are there. Maybe everyone there are just as jacked up as I am and nothing can spoil their moods. She was a pretty good singer too. We met up with Danielle and Anne since they were there too and chatted before we went our separate ways to see our desired acts.

These are the beautiful acts we were blessed to see at Warped Tour 2008:
12:55 - The Color Fred
2:00 - Every Time I Die
2:30 - Anberlin
3:10 - Say Anything (Haha, well, not really)
4:10 - Angels and Airwaves
5:00 - OreskaBAND
5:10 - Story of the Year
5:40 - Motion City Soundtrack
6:00 - The Devil Wears Prada
6:40 - The Academy Is...
7:30 - Sky Eats Airplane

Beautiful is it not? $30 for these many great acts? Too good of a deal. And this was the thinnest Warped Tour lineup that I've been to and I've been hearing ever. But it's still Warped and still amazing. The thin lineup is one factor why I am not as sore today as previous Warpeds. That and I'm quite experienced now when it comes to concerts and I've learned my tendencies and how to prepare.

I got to say I like the Hurley stage the best. The main stages hold too many people bu the Hurley stage is always intimate and the crowds are the funnest.

The Color Fred I guess would be the second act we saw behind From First to Last, but they don't count. Sunday was the first time I ever saw TCF and I can't wait to see them again. Very good performance and I like how Fred explained what his songs were about. Of course Fred played "Minnesota", even though I saw he wasn't playing it at other shows. I enjoyed The Color Fred much more than I thought I would. They were a very good band to get warmed up to. Fred is looking mighty old and nasty these days. Maybe because he is just on Warped and maybe because he isn't dressed up all nicely like he did when he was with Taking Back Sunday. His hair is thinning and he is starting to develop a belly. Naturally I was rocking out and I've never seen my self actin' a fool but I can imagine I look very weird and unorthodox. I'm very Anthony Green meets Spencer Chamberlin meets Mike Hranica with a hint of Ronnie Winter. These girls behind me started mocking me moves, but out of respect and love I guess, haha. They patted me on the back and explained how much they "loved" me. I got a good laugh out of it. At first I was worried I was annoying them, but I think they genuinely liked my performance haha.

Another break before Anberlin and Everytime I Die. The first half of the day was kind of slow and had gaps between acts we wanted to see. But the second half of the day was like bang, bang, bang. (If that makes any sense). We caught Everytime I Die from the back and then moved to the side since Anberlin was next on the other main stage. ETID always has their fans do crazy ish. This time instead of the "Wall of death," they wanted to crowd to perform a "Crawl of Death." So fans made a giant pit and got on their knees and instead of charging each other, crawled toward each other. ETID was very considerate and didn't want anyone to get hurt. Tee hee! Then Anberlin's turn. Anberlin won the extra 10 minutes and got to play us a couple of extra songs. I've seen Anberlin before and I remember how great Stephen was. This time wasn't as good as the first time, but I still enjoyed their set. I had a bunch of cool dudes around me punching crowd surfers along with me and yelling and screaming. However, not all was gravy. These two stubborn ass girls kept throwing elbows at us because they didn't like moshing. Awwww...so you go to a rock concert and expect everyone to sip their tea and sit and enjoy the show. Hell no. One of the girls asked me to stop and to back up or else she was going to do something. I explained that everyone is jam packed and that it would be impossible for me to push about 50 rows of bodies even if I wanted to. She gave me a dirty little face but when the other guys I was moshing with started making fun of her she quickly turned back. But if she would have given me one more piece of attitude or one more elbow, I would have have to knocked her fat ass and her skinny girl friend the fuck out. "Oh no, punch girls Min?" Yes, yes I would. I don't look at girls as an inferior gender, but I do understand they are sometimes disadvantaged because of society and I always try to help them. I respect women very much mostly because of how wonderful and hard working my Mom is. Women sacrifice more than men do I think. I want to treat my Mom and my future wife like the most important things on Earth. Probably because they are to me. But when someone is that ignorant and egotistical about a concert, they deserve a Min Lee beat down to the face. And I ain't scared to supply one. They managed to keep their cool and no blood was shed during Anberlin.

Say Anything was next...oh wait, they didn't play at all, haha. Max Bemis was too sick and weren't able to play. I hear that he has missed a couple of shows now. I hear they didn't play the Chicago date but they got a very special treat. Other people filled in for Max. I know Anberlin, and Every Time I Die came and sang for Max. How come they didn't do this for Minnesota?! That would have been soooooo awesome to see. But ya, no Say Anything. What a damn shame. I wouldn't have even known if it wasn't for Anberlin letting us know since they were back to back.

Anberlin and Color Fred said that the Minnesota show was the best crowd they have had so far. I wonder if bands just say that to feed the audience or if they actually mean it? Meh.

So then we waited for Angels and Airwaves. I was pretty excited to see these guys 'cause I thought their music seemed pretty atmospheric. Well, I was dissapointed and I don't expect myself to be going to any AVA shows soon. I just couldn't get into it. Maybe it was the people around me because we were kind of in a shitty spot where people don't really jump around and stuff. The only fun I had at AVA was making fun of Tom with Dean. I think AVA was the only band to fail me at Warped and Dean had warned me before their set. But I think AVA probably had the largest crowd of this year's Warped. Some fans even brought home made AVA flags they waved around.

Next was OreskaBAND. A Japanese girl ska band. They were freakin awesome too! And I don't even listen to ska. They seemed to have a lot of fun and they seemed like very fun people. Some british hardcore band played before them, on the sister stage, and for their mic check they mocked the growls the screamer was making. They were pretty good at English too. The music was uber loud because we were right next to the speakers. Glad we had to leave early or else my ears would have hurt a lot more.

We left early because Story of the Year was playing at the main stage. First time seeing these guys and I loved it! I was never really super into them, but I thought their first CD was pretty good, their second CD was eh, but I really like The Black Swan. They are a really good live show though. They get the crowd involved and their guitars are so damn good it could get anyone moshing. My favorite song they played was "'Is This My Fate', He Asked Them." That song had me going nuts and was almost worth the price of admission it self. SOTY has taken a lot of bashing because of how bad their second CD was, but I think they are back now. I think people didn't like it because Page Avenue was a lot more poppy and they went very heavy afterwards. They might not have Page success, but I think people will enjoy their music. Plus they are on Epitaph, people on that label to pretty well.

After Story of the Year we skipped over to the sister main stage to watch home town heroes Motion City Soundtrack. They were good, of course. We started out with poor position because we didn't have time to set up a camp since we were watching SOTY but we managed to push our way to a good spot. When I saw we, I mean Jon and myself because we lost Dean in the mess. And we aren't marines so we left him behind haha. No worries, Dean will do his thing. During the chaos a large group of the crowd fell over and MCS stopped playing and waited for everyone to get back up. Second time I have ever seen something like that happen the first one being during My Chemical Romance at a previous Warped. This was when MCR was picking up crazy steam with Helena and such songs. It was so intense that Dawson passed out during that set. Motion City had a very good show. There was only one song I didn't know because I don't really like their new CD that much. The funniest part of the whole Warped might have been after MCS finished. If you go to enough rock shows you will see the "defender boyfriend" or "defender male." This class of mosher are very annoying. What they do is set up a barrier for their girl friends or a girl friend or sister or some one with their elbows and just elbow the people around them so no one touches their girl. This is not because they are worried some guy might get his feel on, but rather so they can breath and not get smoshed in the chaos. Remember, our big ol' friend Dawson passed out during MCR, think about what a crazy crowd can do to a skinny little girl. But of course the elbows are very inconvenient for the other around him. Well, this specific defender male had more after the set. The couple needed to get out and the crowd was moving a little to slow for their taste so instead of asking people to move, the guy decides he wants to stiff arm people. Jon catches one of his stiff arms and we look at each other like, "what the fuck is this guy doing?" Jon says, "watch this," and follows the guy around but does it backwards so all the guy sees is Jon's back. And in a crowd, a back is a back, there is no way of telling if you've seen that back before. Jon doesn't just follow them, but grinds the couple with his back and the guy continues ti give Jon's back the stiff arm sporadically as he tries to stiff arm others while he keeps on arm on his girl. Funny stuff. I wish the guy would have gotten mad and thrown a punch at Jon so we could have beat his face in. The beat his girl up, haha, only KIDDING!

Now for the worst part of my Warped Tour 2008. So, remember how the first half of the day had gaps between most of the acts. Well the second half was uber crazy. I didn't know we had a back to back to back on our hands and Jon and I just sat by the balloon waiting for Dean. So while we are waiting, The Devil Wears Prada is playing at the Hurley stage. This pissed me the fuck off because TDWP was the band I was most looking forward to see. We missed a lot of their set but while I was there I rocked the fuck out. I would have made anyone proud. I was in the circle pit for this one fore sure. When I'm in a circle pit I don't really interact with the other circlers like most do. Rather I just stake a spot and do my really strange moves that go along with the music. Air drum, rock infused pop and locks, strange hang gestures, threatening movements, too much grabbing of my shirt and belt, too much slapping of my belt buckle. TDWP is sick live, period. In the circle pit I got blasted pretty hard by someone and Jon told me later that it might have been him, haha. Like I said, I'm not one to move from end to end looking for targets. I'm more of a pinball type. Jon pretty much sent me from one side of the pit to the other. I think for a while I was doing a pac-man with my hands. Sometimes I don't even remember some of the shit I do because I honestly feel like I'm in a trance. The music dictates what I do and how I move. Sounds strange but it's true. I'm pretty passionate about my music, which I've been question lately. This is a topic I've been meaning to blog about and I probably will tomorrow since I just reminded myself. But the next TDWP show that comes through Minnesota is a must for me since I missed some of their songs. Who's down?!

Next was The Academy Is.... I didn't go into the pit for this one since I was sooooo depressed I missed some of The Devil Wears Prada's set. But The Academy Is... is amazing live. I saw them way back but I didn't really listen to them so I didn't pay much attention. Bill Beckett is an amazing singer. He sounded pretty much flawless except for a few voice cracks towards the end of he set when his voice must have felt a little weaker. Plus he played a few new songs that which might have something to do with it. But they are amazing live. Go see them. I like their music and I told Dean the night before Warped, "These guys should be sweet," but I didn't expect a blow away performance by them. But they blew me away and I am really pumped for this new CD of theirs coming out soon. If TAI comes with some good acts in the fall, I want to go see them again. They are a pop-rock act and that isn't always my favorite show since it's usually a bunch of little girls who sit there to admire Bill Becketts v-neck shirts and skinny jeans. Along with his high cheek bones. I'd go to admire his performance. If you like pop-rock, go see these guys. The only good Ramen band...well, Paramore too, haha.

Last band we watched was Sky Eats Airplane. An upcoming metal act. We don't know much about them but wanted to check them out. They are deece. TAI pretty much was our closer.

This Warped probably had the most interaction with other people. We took a picture with long time Warped and concert hero, "Gigantor," and another legend we discovered during the Oath show last fall. This dude always wears a cow outfit and during ETID at the Oath show they stopped playing cause Keith saw him in the circle pit and made him do a dance. I hope to get these pictures up soon. Oh, we also ran into Jeff Blanchard and his friends. Nice friends he has. But maybe it's just Warped atmosphere. I don't think we had any band interaction this year. Last year I think I ran into Amber Pacific, Underoath, and most importantly Meg&Dia haha. That's when we got engaged.

I was bummed we couldn't see more OreskaBAND. I think there might have been another act I wanted to see a little of. I was super bummed I missed some of TDWP. Katy Perry was overlapped with like Motion City so she mos def got the bump. But I wanted to see the number one artist out right now on Warped. I don't think I'll be able to say that again. Maybe next year Justin Timberlake will be on Warped.

Even while leaving I had fun. I just kept talking to people on the way out and just yelled at people, "See you next year" and random things. And I got a couple of air high fives. On the way home we stopped by Taco Bell and got some grubski and drinks. We didn't want to leave because we were kind of drained but eventually forced our selves up and out. We sat around Jon's for a bit and then Dean rolled out since he had to work Monday morning. Poor guy. Usually we sleep at Jon's but I had to drop Dick off somewhere so I went home. But post-Warped Monday was still a success. Glad Warped wasn't as hot as today.

And that was my Warped Tour 2008. Like I said, don't consider your self a fan of rock until you've been to one of these. No excuses. "I had to work every year" is not a valid excuse. Quit your damn job, it's that great. I said that when I worked at Old Navy and if they didn't give me Warped Tour off, I would have quit on the spot. It's that important to me. If people have time to go to We Fest, you have time to go to Warped. Fuck a We Fest. People don't even go to We Fest for the music. Why don't you just go to a park and get drunk or something. I don't get why you go to a music festival to get drunk. Doesn't make much sense to me. That's something else I wanted to blog about.

This year I only went with Jon and Dean and I think that is the perfect way to enjoy my Warped Tour. We met up with a couple of friends, but didn't really mosh with them. Honestly, I don't think they would have been able to keep up anywho. But spending Warped Weekend with Dean and Jon is the only way to go. I'm not even going to invite other people next year. Others are just distractions. When I first started going to concerts, I thought the people I went with were just extra baggage. Then eventually I started enjoyed moshing with Jon 'cause he knew how to keep up and he doesn't complain about a crowd surfer kicking up or other people doing stuff and Jon actually knew the music. Plus his stories weren't complete bull shit like other make up. Then I started going to concerts with Dean and I learned I enjoyed concerts more with him. He doesn't complain, loves music, and doesn't make up fake stories to share after concerts. Plus, he never makes up dumb excuses. If Dean can get work off, drive one hour from Rochester or 4 hours from North Dakota to make concerts, the other people around here that miss events are just dumb. Plus he drives back and works on Mondays after Warped. I love that dude because I know he is there unless he absolutely can't make it. Like I am visiting my Mom is China. That's borderline (ha), but a pretty good excuse. So after this Warped, I started thinking why do I always try and organize large groups for concerts? I can just go with Jon and Dean and rock out even harder with out having to worry if other people are passing out or crying or scared or what ever. Look...I'm not knocking on anyone, I'm just saying Dean and Jon are my fucking boys. I remember coming home from the Taking Back Sunday, Underoath, and Armor for Sleep concert and feeling triumphant as ever. Why? Because I ended that show next to my boys Jon and Dean. I couldn't scripted it better. We shed the people who couldn't keep up and ended an epic show in an epic fashion. I mean Dean pissed his pants a little. That's epic. Next year might be my last Warped for a while since I might go to Korea for a year and I want that one to be perfect. So I am hoping Jon and Dean will be there. I don't like to use to L-bomb but I think I'll drop one here. I fucking love Jon and Dean. It's been a while since I've felt comfortable saying that I love my friends. Not because I'm a dude, but because I wasn't sure if I meant it. I know I'm a stubborn, some times selfish, and sometimes too proud, and I live and think life should lived in weird "honorable" ways. Because of my weird mind sets, I often get mad at my friends because things don't work out the way I hoped. But do know that I am forever loyal, I am forever loving, and I do care (too much), that is why I get upset. I think Jon and Dean understand that part about me when other only see the pride, the stubbornness, and the gumpy Min. Once you can finally understand me, you understand why I act the way I do. I don't mean to sound like a cocky prick, but if everyone had a best friend like me, you wouldn't ever feel lonely or stranded. I'm the type of dude that will follow a friend into battle for any reason. Easy to say, but I think I've proven this. I saw this understanding that maybe in a month I will be upset with this thing we call relationships and friends but as of right now, I love all my friends. Shit, I might actually like Cory Johnson and Laura Hoffman...no, actually I don't, haha. That's the first time I've said Laura Hoffman in a long, long time. She is gay. But thank you Dean and Jon for making Warped Tour so special to me and helping my year better and for making me enjoy people again. Everyone, let's hang out. Min is a good person right now. I am loving things. Ace Enders would be proud. Love is back, at least in my life.

Everyone should love. Warped tour is my platform.

Fakie Bakie

As I promised my self in my previous blog, when I think of something I want to blog about, I'm going to do it matter how short the blog might turn out. Well, here I am again.

PS. my last blog title is an Arnie quote. (Austrian Death Machine! RAR! Haha!)

After Warped Tour yesterday, Dean, Jon, and I went to Taco Bell to get some grub. Afterwards we watched Sports Center and hung out with Dean before he had to leave. Then Jon and I watched Predator on TBS and some ghetto show on MTV. I think everyone should watch Predator and learn Arnie lines from that movie 'cause that movie is pure genius. I think a young Arnie would have made a good Solid Snake. Watching Arnie crawl through leaves and seeing him covered in mud made me think of snake. Stupid ass TBS edited so much content though. I mean c'mon, it's 12:00 a.m, give me a little something.

Jon and I become a fan of those poorly scripted dating shows on MTV last night. If anyone knows the name of the show where a guy goes out with 3 Moms and chooses a daughter on how much he likes the Mom please let me know the name. That show is amazingly bad/good.

Warped Tour blog later, I promise.

C'mon, Kill Me, I'm Right Here

Warped Tour 2008 blog coming a littler later, don't you huffking worry. For now, know it was amazing and my neck is sore as huffk.

I always want to blog about random things but I don't want to make 2 sentence blogs cause that seems like a waste of a blog. I think from now on I will though because I always forget what I want to talk about.

I've been having a lot of dreams lately. I don't remember the dreams to well but I remember having them and some major events. I had one dream about snakes. In the dream I went over to this person's house (Completely random person, but she was very nice) and we were sitting on a couch in her living room. The living room was very plain with a couch, a cupboard, and a table. The couch looked toward the window and we sat on her very plain, ugly couch. The couch reminded me of something you would sit at a old retirement home or old hospital. It was made of two ass cousins, two back cousins made of itchy material, had wooden arm rests and thin wooden legs. She offered me something to drink and I kindly accepted so I watched her walk into the kitchen. The window bored me (There was nothing happening but a lawn and a tree line not to far) so I looked around for something to catch my interest but the living room was so plain. I decided to look under the couch and to my surprise sat a large snake. Of course I jump off the couch for I didn't want it to attack my hanging legs. I call my friend back into the room and she hands me a long stick to poke it out. So I motivate the snake out from under the couch and I grab it's neck like I learned from watching so many nature shows. I guess when you grab a snake by it's neck, it can't really do anything to harm you. Well, not this snake. This snake is able to snap it's neck or something because the head does this 180 degree magic trick and inserts it's sharp fangs into my hand. I don't feel much pain but don't enjoy the sight of my blood oozing out. That's all I remember of that dream.

I had a zombie dream. Again, I don't remember much of it. I remember this dream seemed to always be set at night. I can't remember seeing anyone I know in real life except for me. I remember walking down this narrow alley, a brick building to my left about 2 stories and a tall fence to my right. Lots of tin trash cans and cardboard boxes. Typical dirty inner city zombie setting. I saw a couple of people before I entered the alley with torn, dirty clothes on looking for a safe place to rest. A sister and little brother if I am remembering correctly. As I enter the alley I can't see the end of it, looks just like a black tunnel. As I walk through zombies start to fly out toward me naturally. I am equipped with a shotgun and the zombies are sporadic enough where I am able to pump and unload rounds into their faces without much stress. Their numbers advantage is eliminated since we are working in a narrow alley. I think to myself while I am ripping zombies, if I hadn't chosen to walk down this alley, those siblings behind me wouldn't have made it past this night and I feel good that I chose this random alley. At the same time I think, because I am going down this alley there must be other alleys that are vacant that need to be defended. You can't protect everyone even if you want to.

I remember nothing about this last dream I am going to write about except for a person that was in it. I had a friend named Alexa in high school and junior high. We weren't close friends or anything but I feel like we respected each other and considered each other good people. The weird thing is periodically she appears in my dreams out of no where. I like to think dreams happen because you have something on your mind (Lucid dreams they are called I believe). I remember having my epic zombie dream after watching Dawn of the Dead 2004 because I couldn't get over how huffking sweet zombos were and how much trust you need to put into the people around you to have the best chance of surviving. That is way I don't understand why she appears in my dreams because I don't really consciously think about her. I have seen her once since graduating high school. I really don't see any one anymore from high school. It could be anyone, but it's always her. I find this to be strange.

Ever since experiencing my first racist experience at Franklin Press I can't help but think every white person I see is looking at me as an inferior human being. Racism fucking sucks. Every time a old white couple looks at me I think they think I'm dumb or that I should die. Am I racist my self for thinking like this? I would like people to comment about this topic. I normally care less who reads these huffking things and who comments them, but I would like to talk about this topic. Why do races hate each other? This may come off poorly, but why are white people the way they are? Now, I'm not saying white people are the only racist race, but they do appear the most racist, generally. Maybe I think like that because I live in America. But I've never been attacked by a black person, a Mexican person, only whites. I've actually never been afraid of white people, and I'm still not, but I am more careful around older whites now. And I question the way whites look at me. Are they faking respect? I went to St. Cloud a couple weeks ago to visit Dawson. We went to McDonalds to get some grub and on the way out I had a strange incident. When we were leaving a couple of grandmas were coming in. The grandma reached the door before I did and pushed the door in toward me, so I moved aside so that the door would be able to move forward. After she got in I grabbed the door from her and said, "thank you," because it looked like she held it open a little longer for me. Here is the weird part, she comes storming back out and yells to me, "Well it's always age before beauty that's why I went in first!" I don't know if I heard wrong or interpreted her lecture wrong but it sounded like she was upset. I asked Dawson what he heard literally and figuratively and he felt the same way. Maybe I am less American and more Korean than I think. I was taught when someone does something nice for you, you say, "thank you," because it shows your appreciation for their act of kindness. Maybe she hates Asians? I know this paragraph makes me sound paranoid because of one experience, but trust me I'm not. I am adding a little story exaggeration to help send the message across stronger. But we can't ignore the fact that racism is still real. And it was brought to my attention quick and hard as I stated above. I've always known it was an issue and I've always been against racism, but now I want to fight this problem a little bit harder.

Talking about all this hate makes me want to listen to Ace Enders. "Bring Back Love Year 2020." It's sad that we actually have to bring love back. But I also would love to see love back by the year 2020.

I gave them the jibba-jabba treatment

Hmm...this past week I had moments where I kept thinking about stuff I should blog about. Some good material to blog about, but I always put it off and told myself I'd do it tomorrow when I have more ideas. Well, I forgot pretty much everything I meant to write about. So I am writing one now, and I don't have jack to say so I will write random thoughts.

I become part of the real world and saw Dark Knight on Sunday. It was definitely a super hero movie, but I didn't mind this one to much. For those of ya'll that don't know, I am completely sick of these super hero movies coming out every summer. But they make the money, and they will keep coming out. However, I am looking forward to one coming out in the spring I believe. It is directed by the mainest negro, Zack Snyder. Someone should make a legit zombie movie, so that means George A. Romero is out. I give the old man props for combining walking dead successfully into movies, but you suck now dude. After I saw Dark Knight I came home and watched Cloverfield. Cloverfield was alright, glad I didn't watch it in theaters, but glad I watched it. Today I watched a Korean movie called Public Enemy which was pretty good. Brutal beat downs, just the way I like 'em. I mean, if you're going to beat someone down, don't leave it up to chance, beat the fucking shit out of them. I'm talking about pounding their face on over and over and over and over again until your own hand just can't take it anymore. Anywho, I'm a raged child deep inside haha. I like the "human message" Dark Knight had. Every human being is shitty.

I like talking in medium size groups. It's fun.

Underoath just put out a new song. Sounds a lot like Define the Great Line, with a sprinkle of Chase since they put in some more electronica. I like it, but it didn't make my pants explode the way Define did when I first listened to it.

At this time, I wish I was a part of a band. A versatile band that can cover many genres. I just want to write lyrics and sing and scream lately. I can't wait for Warped Tour and Devil Wears Prada. I might just die that day. But I say that every year and I always come back intact. But I mean it this year, haha. I am also looking forward to Anberlin. That'll be the sing portion of my Warped. Warped is a little thiner this year, but hot damn, Warped is always the savior of my summer. I'm glad I have something in line for next summer. 'Cause every summer I seem to be bored and looking for ish to do and reaching out to people who are always too busy or cool for me. Next summer I will have a chance to leave everything behind and everyone behind and start all over in a place I barely know and meet new people and just be lost. I know I'm that bastard that always preaches loyalty so I probably seem like a hypocrite, but if there is no one to be loyal to, how can I be loyal? The only people I'd really be leaving behind are my family members. At this time I feel like they are really the only ones who give a shit about me. Prior to 2 years ago, I could make friends and I can honestly say I felt like they were family. I held them equal to family, I mean how many people can honestly say that? But I can't say I have that feeling now. I don't really have any friends that I hold that highly, friends are just friends. They are people who use each other for entertainment. I wouldn't work for them, I wouldn't feel pain for them, I wouldn't die for them. Selfish? Maybe? True? Maybe. I don't really know. The world is fucked up and people shouldn't me or these fucking blogs seriously. I'm a joke, you're a joke, this is all a joke. Hey, this could all blend into lyrics of a song? Screamo band anyone? haha.
I suck a writing music. I can sing a little and scream a little, but I suck at instruments. I just like creating and expressing. (Express these nuts) (What?)

Uhh...I'm going to the Mall of America tomorrow with Peter. It should be baller. I'm going to get my hair cut and my dick wet. No not really. I like my hair right now. I'll probably get a new cut at the end of August.

I haven't been able to play basketball for a week cause my toe has been fucked up. I try and get out every morning and shoot some hoops and run around. Again, I have no one to play with so I just play with myself. Ha, I said play with myself.

Gray It Out

How can someone be in such a bad mood so soon after such an amazing week up north? It appears my period has come early this month. I suppose I should blog about my trip a little bit. It was a very good time to say the least. Tony had us for week up north in Baudette, Minnesota. He has a nice little place up there. When we finished our 6 hour drive to get up there we unloaded and Tony showed us around. Then we taught us how to shoot his shotgun and a rifle. The shotgun was pretty much what I expected but the rifle was completely different. Very cool experience. We got to help Tony with some work and taking care of the horses. We did some filming, some cooking, and we had a few bonfires. We had some other very memorable experiences that I will never forget, one of which I will not write about because I don't know who reads these little suckers. On our last night there while we were out making little treats over a fire, we heard a bear from a near tree line. We went out to scare it away but we didn't see it. We left Friday afternoon and got home later than expected due to some unfavorable driving conditions. I am very good at goodbyes. Always have been.

The other day my Mom found a gray hair on me. 21 and already graying huh? That kind of blows. Better enjoy my youth.

So today, we didn't have much to do. I asked Dick and Jon what they wanted to do, and I got the usual response, "I don't care." So I suggested a couple of things...and hey, guess what, no response. They went off on their own and watched different animes at the same time. Cool huh? So I took a nap and waited for them to finish their animes. No biggie, I was super tired anywho. Kind of messed up my sleep pattern from the trip. We woke up super early one day to go find some deer. Then stayed up late one of the days sitting by the fire. The nap did me well. After they finished their animes, they wanted something to do, who do they turn to? Me, of course. So we played a little Starcraft, something I suggest 5 hours prior. Of course now I'm disgusted and not in the mood. I need to find some people who want to be more active and actually do shit. I need to find some new friends.

I'll probably write a more in depth blog about the trip to Tony's later. Something so I will have documented a great, great week.