ok, so the first thing i went to this evening was the Writing contest ceremony. It was a complete disaster. I got so nervous that i read the little section of my story at the speed of light. And! I wasn't standing near the microphone enough and no one could hear me anyways. I'm so freaking embarassed *hides in corner*.
Second, the Orchestra concert...
It was boring as shit. The choir sang too many fucking times. I only liked...like 1 song. the rest of the songs were HORRIBLE!!! No offense to my choir friends...but seriously, you guys need to pick better music! I'm so sick of watching a group of white people trying to be a black gospel choir. It doesn't work and is NOT impressive.
The orchestra section went pretty well, despite the really bad choice in music. Of cours Passcaglia went phenomenal!! and so did Organ Concerto. I love those songs...the rest of the songs went good, but they were boring as shit. Oh well. Nearly done with orchestra!!! tee hee!!!
A video to make me feel good about myself, well, its actually the second video i thought of...cuz Billie Jean was like "no embedding!!!":
thats right, that is the freaking SPICE GIRLS!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
MAJOR AWESOMELY AWESOME MEGA RADICAL GRANDTASTIC FRANZY UPDATE!
So, as the titel suggests...this is a biggun!
FRANCE FERDINAND'S NEW ALBUM IS DUE IN OCTOBER!!!!!
what does this mean for us?
WELL! it means that the Great CHicah is now nearing certainty. Of course, no tour dates have been posted...and with this october release, the US tour might occur eariler than expected...but, maybe it'll hit upon winter break. But, who cares? FRANZY IS GOING TO COME TO DETROIT/CHICAGO!!
hopefully Detroit...cuz i wanna see them twice.
I hate American Idol. WIth a passion...it annoys me.
that is all.
FRANCE FERDINAND'S NEW ALBUM IS DUE IN OCTOBER!!!!!
what does this mean for us?
WELL! it means that the Great CHicah is now nearing certainty. Of course, no tour dates have been posted...and with this october release, the US tour might occur eariler than expected...but, maybe it'll hit upon winter break. But, who cares? FRANZY IS GOING TO COME TO DETROIT/CHICAGO!!
hopefully Detroit...cuz i wanna see them twice.
I hate American Idol. WIth a passion...it annoys me.
that is all.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
CHARITY DANCE
So, last night we went to the Charity dance...
it kinda sucked.
THere were i think about 30 people total...and absolutely NO FRANZ FERDINAND! was played. I was very upset...since i sent 2 different people to go ask for it. I feel betrayed. Sophie was slightly crazy though...she scared me a little bit. :D
OH!
we also saw the Forbidden Kingdom
omg...that movie was FUCKING AMAZING!!!! I wnat to see it again! and again! and again! and again! and again! etc.
woo hoo!
Um...well, that was all that happened yesterday.
TODAY after MYS rehearsal, i went to borders to purchase my Franzy's latest CD and found that Borders sucks for good CDs. So i went across the street to Best Buy and found it there....and OMG it is the best $19.08 i've ever spent in my entire life. I mean...honestly...i'm in love with it. And there is an interview on it with Franzy and they're soooo adorable..gawd. And! it also has some footage of them in studio and doing a live performance...alll ever so adorable! God its the greatest CD ever made, i think. Even better than "Franz Ferdinand".
hm. ok
PRIMAL SCREAM!!!! Some Velvet Morning
FORBIDDEN KINGDOM!!!
that is all
it kinda sucked.
THere were i think about 30 people total...and absolutely NO FRANZ FERDINAND! was played. I was very upset...since i sent 2 different people to go ask for it. I feel betrayed. Sophie was slightly crazy though...she scared me a little bit. :D
OH!
we also saw the Forbidden Kingdom
omg...that movie was FUCKING AMAZING!!!! I wnat to see it again! and again! and again! and again! and again! etc.
woo hoo!
Um...well, that was all that happened yesterday.
TODAY after MYS rehearsal, i went to borders to purchase my Franzy's latest CD and found that Borders sucks for good CDs. So i went across the street to Best Buy and found it there....and OMG it is the best $19.08 i've ever spent in my entire life. I mean...honestly...i'm in love with it. And there is an interview on it with Franzy and they're soooo adorable..gawd. And! it also has some footage of them in studio and doing a live performance...alll ever so adorable! God its the greatest CD ever made, i think. Even better than "Franz Ferdinand".
hm. ok
PRIMAL SCREAM!!!! Some Velvet Morning
FORBIDDEN KINGDOM!!!
that is all
Monday, April 14, 2008
My winning essay!
Buried
The basement floor was cold and damp, the ceiling no different. His hands groped the air, looking for something to hold onto.
“Jim! You should turn on a light down there!” yelled a shrill voice.
“I would if I could find the damn switch!” Jim yelled back, grumbling obscenities as he stepped in a small pool of water. He heard the basement door swing open and he saw the lights flicker on signaling that his wife had broken down and had finally turned the lights on for him. Jim looked at the puddle below him and saw that it was very much akin to a small stream.
Jim followed the stream into the back room of the basement that held the sump pump. The horrid contraption was always flooding and he was getting sick of having to fix it every time the sky let out a drop of water. He located the sump pump and pulled out his screwdriver to disconnect the pipe below it. As his hands made contact with the water, a great shock of electricity shot through his body.
‘Aw, hell,’ was the only thing that Jim could think before slipping into unconsciousness. Jim opened his eyes after what seemed like only a few minutes. He stood up, slightly dazed. ‘How could I not have been killed?’ He shrugged off the incident and reached for his screwdriver on the floor, but he couldn’t grasp it. His hand slid right through it and into the floor. It was then that he noticed a hand next to the screwdriver… his hand. He quickly ran up the stairs into the kitchen and began screaming at the top of his lungs.
“Jim?” he heard his wife call. Thank god, he wasn’t dead.
“Marie!” he yelled, but she walked right through him and into the basement. After a few seconds, he heard her scream a blood curdling scream, she then raced up the stairs and picked up the phone and dialed 911. Jim sighed in frustration and waited with his wife as the paramedics came and took his body away, covering it with a white sheet.
“I knew that damn sump pump would be the end of me,” Jim growled, as he watched the ambulance leave his driveway. Great. He had to get back into his body, somehow. There had to be a way.
“Problem solve, Jim…you were pretty good at it during the war.” He mumbled to himself. “No use staying here…my body isn’t even here anymore.” He straightened his back. His wife had gone with the paramedics, leaving him alone in their house. He walked through the door, since he couldn’t open it, and began the long trek to King Edward the Martyr Hospital, which was a good hour away on foot. The hospital held many memories for both Jim and his wife. It had housed him when he had been sent home early from the war in Europe due to a severe injury. He hadn’t wanted to leave his fellow men in the hands of the Nazis, but he would have been more of a burden to them if he stayed. His wife had been born in that hospital and she had also worked there as a nurse. That was how they met; she was his attending nurse during his stay there.
He made it to the hospital in under an hour and walked through the various rooms, trying to find out where the morgue was. Eventually he found the morgue and saw his wife who was signing papers. But where was his body? He had to find it before it was sent to the mortician. ‘No way in hell was he going to stay here as a ghost if he couldn’t even figure out how to make contact with his wife’.
After what seemed like ages, Jim’s wife was led to where the bodies were kept, small compartments that looked like filing cabinets. Jim followed closely behind, hoping that he would get his chance to try to get back inside his body. After going through a dozen compartments, the coroner finally opened one that had Jim’s name on it. The sheet covering Jim’s body was removed and Jim saw his wife’s eyes brimming with tears.
“Mrs. Clark, is this your husband Jim?” the coroner asked. ‘It must’ve been regulation for them to have her identify his body, since it was obviously his’, thought Jim.
“Yes, that is my husband”, she said.
As the coroner began closing the cabinet, Jim, in a last ditch effort, jumped inside his body. He was alive again. By reasons he could not explain, he was alive again. He was overcome by joy. All he had to do now was kick at the cabinet and someone would come to let him out. Jim tried to kick his leg, but no sound would emit. ‘That was strange’ he thought. He knew he was definitely inside his body. He could see his chest rise and fall with each breath. He lifted his head up farther and kicked the metal cabinet again. To his dismay, he saw the source of his problems. He was paralyzed.
“NO!” he tried to yell, but nothing happened. He was totally paralyzed. “If it hadn’t rained, I wouldn’t be in this damn situation. I would be at home, with my wife, eating dinner. I almost died in France! And now I die, instead, by a damn malfunctioning sump pump! That can hardly be considered honorable,” he fumed.
Hours and days passed before Jim saw light again. He was starving and had soiled himself numerous times. If that wasn’t proof he was alive, he didn’t know what else was. No one seemed to notice, though, as he was taken to the mortician. The funeral home that he was being sent to was called the “Phenex Funeral Home: Purveyors of Coffins and Funerals”.
When he was wheeled in, he saw a man older than even he was. He had to be at least 100. He had a long, hooked nose and the skin on his face and jowls sagged more than it should have. He was wearing a suit of ancient cloth- at least from the 1800s, Jim figured- and he wore a dusty, black top hat and fingerless white gloves.
“Got another one for ya, Bill,” the paramedic that had transported Jim said. “Jumped right back in his body, he did. Guess he doesn’t wanna stay dead.”
“Good work, my dear fellow. You may leave,” said Bill.
‘What the hell is going on?’ thought Jim. ‘If they knew I was alive, why are they sending me here? If this guy knows what’s going on, why wouldn’t he stop it?’ He had so many questions and yet no one could hear him to answer them.
“Now, Jim, you know you aren’t supposed to be alive,” said Bill in a gentle voice. “Your case isn’t unique, but I’m afraid we can’t have you living. It’s not the way the world works. You’ve broken a very big rule: ‘No one is allowed to come back to life unless specifically sanctioned to’”, said Bill, pulling out a needle and thread. “Now, I have to comply with the rules, and so, I will prepare you for death,” he said, smiling. Bill tried to move, scream, anything to get away, nothing he did would work.
Bill threaded the needle carefully, missing the eye the first two times. When he had the needle threaded, he leaned over Jim and slowly closed one of his eyes.
“This may sting a bit,” he said. That was an understatement.
Jim’s eyes felt like they were being ripped out of his face. He could do nothing to stop the pain as Bill sewed each of his eyes shut, slowly and carefully. When it was done, Bill put Jim into a suit that had a horrific smell.
Jim didn’t know how long he had lain on that table, but he thought it had been at least a day, when suddenly he felt himself being placed in a soft, velvet coffin. ‘If he wasn’t the one who was “dead”, he’d have been envious of the lucky sucker who got to lie in this coffin’. He then heard a preacher who was droning on and on about how great a man Jim was. ‘The guy didn’t even know him’ thought Jim. Jim never went to church, his wife did. He was too busy for such nonsense. The service was so long that Jim fell asleep.
He awoke an hour later to his coffin being jostled violently. Then, he felt the coffin being picked up and moved, and then he was set on some sort of contraption. More words were spoken and then he felt the coffin being lowered into the ground. Jim panicked and began trying to break through his paralysis, desperately trying to get out of the coffin. His coffin made a loud thump as it hit the bottom of his very own six foot pit. Jim tried even harder to get out, but it was useless.
Outside Jim’s coffin, Jim’s wife, his brother, and Jim’s children were standing around the grave, silently praying for him. The first shovel of dirt was thrown onto the coffin, followed by another and then another. Jim screamed silently. Jim’s family left to go out to eat and to begin the work of finding Jim’s will and sorting out all his affairs. Jim screamed silently from his coffin, but was never heard.
Its far from perfect...but, i think its pretty good.
Long Live Franz Ferdinand and may they let us enjoy The Great Chicah!
The basement floor was cold and damp, the ceiling no different. His hands groped the air, looking for something to hold onto.
“Jim! You should turn on a light down there!” yelled a shrill voice.
“I would if I could find the damn switch!” Jim yelled back, grumbling obscenities as he stepped in a small pool of water. He heard the basement door swing open and he saw the lights flicker on signaling that his wife had broken down and had finally turned the lights on for him. Jim looked at the puddle below him and saw that it was very much akin to a small stream.
Jim followed the stream into the back room of the basement that held the sump pump. The horrid contraption was always flooding and he was getting sick of having to fix it every time the sky let out a drop of water. He located the sump pump and pulled out his screwdriver to disconnect the pipe below it. As his hands made contact with the water, a great shock of electricity shot through his body.
‘Aw, hell,’ was the only thing that Jim could think before slipping into unconsciousness. Jim opened his eyes after what seemed like only a few minutes. He stood up, slightly dazed. ‘How could I not have been killed?’ He shrugged off the incident and reached for his screwdriver on the floor, but he couldn’t grasp it. His hand slid right through it and into the floor. It was then that he noticed a hand next to the screwdriver… his hand. He quickly ran up the stairs into the kitchen and began screaming at the top of his lungs.
“Jim?” he heard his wife call. Thank god, he wasn’t dead.
“Marie!” he yelled, but she walked right through him and into the basement. After a few seconds, he heard her scream a blood curdling scream, she then raced up the stairs and picked up the phone and dialed 911. Jim sighed in frustration and waited with his wife as the paramedics came and took his body away, covering it with a white sheet.
“I knew that damn sump pump would be the end of me,” Jim growled, as he watched the ambulance leave his driveway. Great. He had to get back into his body, somehow. There had to be a way.
“Problem solve, Jim…you were pretty good at it during the war.” He mumbled to himself. “No use staying here…my body isn’t even here anymore.” He straightened his back. His wife had gone with the paramedics, leaving him alone in their house. He walked through the door, since he couldn’t open it, and began the long trek to King Edward the Martyr Hospital, which was a good hour away on foot. The hospital held many memories for both Jim and his wife. It had housed him when he had been sent home early from the war in Europe due to a severe injury. He hadn’t wanted to leave his fellow men in the hands of the Nazis, but he would have been more of a burden to them if he stayed. His wife had been born in that hospital and she had also worked there as a nurse. That was how they met; she was his attending nurse during his stay there.
He made it to the hospital in under an hour and walked through the various rooms, trying to find out where the morgue was. Eventually he found the morgue and saw his wife who was signing papers. But where was his body? He had to find it before it was sent to the mortician. ‘No way in hell was he going to stay here as a ghost if he couldn’t even figure out how to make contact with his wife’.
After what seemed like ages, Jim’s wife was led to where the bodies were kept, small compartments that looked like filing cabinets. Jim followed closely behind, hoping that he would get his chance to try to get back inside his body. After going through a dozen compartments, the coroner finally opened one that had Jim’s name on it. The sheet covering Jim’s body was removed and Jim saw his wife’s eyes brimming with tears.
“Mrs. Clark, is this your husband Jim?” the coroner asked. ‘It must’ve been regulation for them to have her identify his body, since it was obviously his’, thought Jim.
“Yes, that is my husband”, she said.
As the coroner began closing the cabinet, Jim, in a last ditch effort, jumped inside his body. He was alive again. By reasons he could not explain, he was alive again. He was overcome by joy. All he had to do now was kick at the cabinet and someone would come to let him out. Jim tried to kick his leg, but no sound would emit. ‘That was strange’ he thought. He knew he was definitely inside his body. He could see his chest rise and fall with each breath. He lifted his head up farther and kicked the metal cabinet again. To his dismay, he saw the source of his problems. He was paralyzed.
“NO!” he tried to yell, but nothing happened. He was totally paralyzed. “If it hadn’t rained, I wouldn’t be in this damn situation. I would be at home, with my wife, eating dinner. I almost died in France! And now I die, instead, by a damn malfunctioning sump pump! That can hardly be considered honorable,” he fumed.
Hours and days passed before Jim saw light again. He was starving and had soiled himself numerous times. If that wasn’t proof he was alive, he didn’t know what else was. No one seemed to notice, though, as he was taken to the mortician. The funeral home that he was being sent to was called the “Phenex Funeral Home: Purveyors of Coffins and Funerals”.
When he was wheeled in, he saw a man older than even he was. He had to be at least 100. He had a long, hooked nose and the skin on his face and jowls sagged more than it should have. He was wearing a suit of ancient cloth- at least from the 1800s, Jim figured- and he wore a dusty, black top hat and fingerless white gloves.
“Got another one for ya, Bill,” the paramedic that had transported Jim said. “Jumped right back in his body, he did. Guess he doesn’t wanna stay dead.”
“Good work, my dear fellow. You may leave,” said Bill.
‘What the hell is going on?’ thought Jim. ‘If they knew I was alive, why are they sending me here? If this guy knows what’s going on, why wouldn’t he stop it?’ He had so many questions and yet no one could hear him to answer them.
“Now, Jim, you know you aren’t supposed to be alive,” said Bill in a gentle voice. “Your case isn’t unique, but I’m afraid we can’t have you living. It’s not the way the world works. You’ve broken a very big rule: ‘No one is allowed to come back to life unless specifically sanctioned to’”, said Bill, pulling out a needle and thread. “Now, I have to comply with the rules, and so, I will prepare you for death,” he said, smiling. Bill tried to move, scream, anything to get away, nothing he did would work.
Bill threaded the needle carefully, missing the eye the first two times. When he had the needle threaded, he leaned over Jim and slowly closed one of his eyes.
“This may sting a bit,” he said. That was an understatement.
Jim’s eyes felt like they were being ripped out of his face. He could do nothing to stop the pain as Bill sewed each of his eyes shut, slowly and carefully. When it was done, Bill put Jim into a suit that had a horrific smell.
Jim didn’t know how long he had lain on that table, but he thought it had been at least a day, when suddenly he felt himself being placed in a soft, velvet coffin. ‘If he wasn’t the one who was “dead”, he’d have been envious of the lucky sucker who got to lie in this coffin’. He then heard a preacher who was droning on and on about how great a man Jim was. ‘The guy didn’t even know him’ thought Jim. Jim never went to church, his wife did. He was too busy for such nonsense. The service was so long that Jim fell asleep.
He awoke an hour later to his coffin being jostled violently. Then, he felt the coffin being picked up and moved, and then he was set on some sort of contraption. More words were spoken and then he felt the coffin being lowered into the ground. Jim panicked and began trying to break through his paralysis, desperately trying to get out of the coffin. His coffin made a loud thump as it hit the bottom of his very own six foot pit. Jim tried even harder to get out, but it was useless.
Outside Jim’s coffin, Jim’s wife, his brother, and Jim’s children were standing around the grave, silently praying for him. The first shovel of dirt was thrown onto the coffin, followed by another and then another. Jim screamed silently. Jim’s family left to go out to eat and to begin the work of finding Jim’s will and sorting out all his affairs. Jim screamed silently from his coffin, but was never heard.
Its far from perfect...but, i think its pretty good.
Long Live Franz Ferdinand and may they let us enjoy The Great Chicah!
AMAZING NEWS EVERYONE!!! plus a great video :D
OK!!!
SO around 5:30 ish on this, the apparently worst monday of my life, i got a call from the library. With the way my Monday was going, i figured they were calling to collect the $11.75 that i've owed them..since...march of 2007. BUt! i was pleasently surprised to find that it was a call telling me that I WON THE FARMINGON COMMUNITY LIBRARY WRITING CONTEST!!! I was so excited..i didn't know what to say to the lady!!! I also get a 100 dollar check for it! cuz i'm cool like that. I can't WAIT to tell Mrs. Pittman!
But, to give you a picture of my Monday, this is how it went.
1. I woke up after only sleeping for a total of three hours. I was not happy.
2. My dad was still in the shower and nearly caused me to be late...but i wasn't, i was just extra pissed off.
3. I got into my car, and was on my merry way down Inkster...when all of a sudden, i realized that my Franzy CD was not with me. As a result, I had terrible road rage, tailgated a school bus, and came to school very pissed off.
4. I could not fall asleep in any of my classes because important things were going on, making me exta tired.
5. I got home and my dad was there in his pajamas...and then the dog barfed and ihad to clean it up. T
6. My dad ate my chinese food!!!
7. It was my chinese...i love my chinese food...all mine.
8. I took a two hour nap...and now i won't be able to sleep again. dammit.
and finally, the topper on the cake
9. My computer wouldn't play Franz Ferdinand, making me extremely pissed off.
But! all that changed after i got the call...my computer cooperated with me! and right now, I'm rocking out to "DO YOU WANT TO?" and oh joy! it just now changed to "DARK OF THE MATINEE"
This is a wonderful day.
And because I feel so excited and giddy, here is a great video:
What is exciting, is that you can hear Paul's voice. :) My life is awesome right now.
SO around 5:30 ish on this, the apparently worst monday of my life, i got a call from the library. With the way my Monday was going, i figured they were calling to collect the $11.75 that i've owed them..since...march of 2007. BUt! i was pleasently surprised to find that it was a call telling me that I WON THE FARMINGON COMMUNITY LIBRARY WRITING CONTEST!!! I was so excited..i didn't know what to say to the lady!!! I also get a 100 dollar check for it! cuz i'm cool like that. I can't WAIT to tell Mrs. Pittman!
But, to give you a picture of my Monday, this is how it went.
1. I woke up after only sleeping for a total of three hours. I was not happy.
2. My dad was still in the shower and nearly caused me to be late...but i wasn't, i was just extra pissed off.
3. I got into my car, and was on my merry way down Inkster...when all of a sudden, i realized that my Franzy CD was not with me. As a result, I had terrible road rage, tailgated a school bus, and came to school very pissed off.
4. I could not fall asleep in any of my classes because important things were going on, making me exta tired.
5. I got home and my dad was there in his pajamas...and then the dog barfed and ihad to clean it up. T
6. My dad ate my chinese food!!!
7. It was my chinese...i love my chinese food...all mine.
8. I took a two hour nap...and now i won't be able to sleep again. dammit.
and finally, the topper on the cake
9. My computer wouldn't play Franz Ferdinand, making me extremely pissed off.
But! all that changed after i got the call...my computer cooperated with me! and right now, I'm rocking out to "DO YOU WANT TO?" and oh joy! it just now changed to "DARK OF THE MATINEE"
This is a wonderful day.
And because I feel so excited and giddy, here is a great video:
What is exciting, is that you can hear Paul's voice. :) My life is awesome right now.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
FRANZY UPDATE!!!
So, basically! 15 minutes after i posted my last Franzy post, i looked up their myspace. And!!! (this is the part that made me scream with utter joy), in a blog post dated APRIL 10TH!!! a mere 2 mutha fuckin days ago!!! they posted a picture entitled "RECORDING"
What does this mean for all of us?
WELL!! it means that Franzy has a new record in the making...and, quite possibly a U.S. tour on the way!!! THEY HAVEN'T DIED!!! THE MYSTERY HAS BEEN SOLVED!! I AM COMPLETE!!!
That being said, I must go to their concert. MUST MUST MUST! THey better get their asses to Detroit...if they don't, i'll be very sad. sad sad sad sad.
And, because I'm so giddy at the moment, here is a Franzy interview and a music video and a picture:
PICTURE:
(from left to right: Nick, Paul, Bob, Alex)
MUSIC VIDEO (The music video I wanted...is "disabled by request" for every single one i freaking look at, so here is another that should be equal in amazingness):
Video: This Fire
AND THE AMAZIN INTERVIEW:
The most important parts of this video (except for Alex's amazingly sexy voice): are at 1:31 until he stops talking about putting franzy in a genre, then again at 5:27 until a little bit after Alex comes back to the interview. Alex is such a camera hog...and he's so loud...you can't really hear what he's saying, but you can specifically hear his voice through the music in the background without a microphone. God, i love him!
And, so, Today! after i post this blog...i'm going to take me and my 15 dollars to Borders and i'm going to buy "You Could Have it SO Much Better" I may call some people to come with me, i may not. Who knows!
What does this mean for all of us?
WELL!! it means that Franzy has a new record in the making...and, quite possibly a U.S. tour on the way!!! THEY HAVEN'T DIED!!! THE MYSTERY HAS BEEN SOLVED!! I AM COMPLETE!!!
That being said, I must go to their concert. MUST MUST MUST! THey better get their asses to Detroit...if they don't, i'll be very sad. sad sad sad sad.
And, because I'm so giddy at the moment, here is a Franzy interview and a music video and a picture:
PICTURE:
(from left to right: Nick, Paul, Bob, Alex)
MUSIC VIDEO (The music video I wanted...is "disabled by request" for every single one i freaking look at, so here is another that should be equal in amazingness):
Video: This Fire
AND THE AMAZIN INTERVIEW:
The most important parts of this video (except for Alex's amazingly sexy voice): are at 1:31 until he stops talking about putting franzy in a genre, then again at 5:27 until a little bit after Alex comes back to the interview. Alex is such a camera hog...and he's so loud...you can't really hear what he's saying, but you can specifically hear his voice through the music in the background without a microphone. God, i love him!
And, so, Today! after i post this blog...i'm going to take me and my 15 dollars to Borders and i'm going to buy "You Could Have it SO Much Better" I may call some people to come with me, i may not. Who knows!
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Franz Ferdinand = Best week of my life!
Hm, ok. If you've been living under a rock, then you'll be surprised to hear about the new obssession in my life. FRANZ FERDINAND!!!!
They are a great U.K. band hailing from Glasgow, Scotland with accents to die for and a lead singer and a drummer that makes your eyeballs melt from just how freaking hot they are.
I can't get enough of this amazing band. Its not stop listening to them, stalking their website (http://www.franzferdinand.tv), and trying to find money to buy their last CD.
But, I do have one question...WHERE THE HELL HAVE THEY FREAKING GONE?!?!!? THey like dropped off the face of the world! I think we should all start a petition for a new Franzy (as i lovingly call them) CD. Or at least...find out what happened to them.
IN the meantime...all i have is their CDs Franz Ferdinand and You Could Have It So Much Better.
Here are pictures of two sexiest scottish men in existance:
Alex Kapranos (although, technically not Scottish...he's acutally greek and british...but the accent makes him scottish in my eyes):
And, the only member of Franz Ferdinand to be a true Scotland Resident, PAUL THOMSOM:
And! Because i have AMAZING google skills, here they are in the same picture!!!:
(Alex is in the middle, Paul on the right of him)
And, thus, we come to my favorite video of the day THE DARK OF THE MATINEE LIVE A THE READING 2004 FESTIVAL...and, quite frankly, THE BEST FRANZY LIVE PERFORMANCE EVER!!!:
I espeically love Alex's eyes in this one...they're so...cool. lol...i don't know what else to describe them as...except that I'm in love with his eyes!!! THis is like my favorite Franzy song EVER! I sing it everyday on the way to school...on the way home...to MYS rehearsal...basically everywhere i go. I fall asleep with it playing on my IPOD and wake up in the morning with it on my ipod. I LIVE EAT AND BREATHE this song. Wow...i'm too obssessed. OH! SO, today, during my weekly siesta, i had my first ever Franzy dream. It was much to be desired, but everyone has to start somewhere, right?
ok, so i was laying on my bed and i was like "I want to be in Scotland!!" so i was using the "SECRET" and after a long time, my room went POOF BANG!!! and i was laying in a street in Scotland. At first i was like "YES!!!" but then, i realized, my clothes hadn't come with me. So i was running aroudn like a chicken with its head cut off trying to find clothes...when i suddenly! Ran intO Alex Kapranos, lead singer of Franzy. I then screamed "OH GOD NO!!!!!!" and then, i realized he had clothes on...and i didn't. SO i beat him up and stole his clothes and left him unconcious in the street with only his underwear on because, apparently, in my dreams I am like the FCC when it comes to nudity. SO, i decided to get ice cream and when i went into the ice cream shop, the rest of Franzy were there and i felt immense guilt for beating up and stealing from their band member. They were like "Alex has those same clothes!" and i was like "yea..." then they were like "Have you seen him?" and i was like "Yea..i beat him up and stole his clothes..." then i woke up.
I thought it was a hilarious dream...and i can't wait to have another one!
They are a great U.K. band hailing from Glasgow, Scotland with accents to die for and a lead singer and a drummer that makes your eyeballs melt from just how freaking hot they are.
I can't get enough of this amazing band. Its not stop listening to them, stalking their website (http://www.franzferdinand.tv), and trying to find money to buy their last CD.
But, I do have one question...WHERE THE HELL HAVE THEY FREAKING GONE?!?!!? THey like dropped off the face of the world! I think we should all start a petition for a new Franzy (as i lovingly call them) CD. Or at least...find out what happened to them.
IN the meantime...all i have is their CDs Franz Ferdinand and You Could Have It So Much Better.
Here are pictures of two sexiest scottish men in existance:
Alex Kapranos (although, technically not Scottish...he's acutally greek and british...but the accent makes him scottish in my eyes):
And, the only member of Franz Ferdinand to be a true Scotland Resident, PAUL THOMSOM:
And! Because i have AMAZING google skills, here they are in the same picture!!!:
(Alex is in the middle, Paul on the right of him)
And, thus, we come to my favorite video of the day THE DARK OF THE MATINEE LIVE A THE READING 2004 FESTIVAL...and, quite frankly, THE BEST FRANZY LIVE PERFORMANCE EVER!!!:
I espeically love Alex's eyes in this one...they're so...cool. lol...i don't know what else to describe them as...except that I'm in love with his eyes!!! THis is like my favorite Franzy song EVER! I sing it everyday on the way to school...on the way home...to MYS rehearsal...basically everywhere i go. I fall asleep with it playing on my IPOD and wake up in the morning with it on my ipod. I LIVE EAT AND BREATHE this song. Wow...i'm too obssessed. OH! SO, today, during my weekly siesta, i had my first ever Franzy dream. It was much to be desired, but everyone has to start somewhere, right?
ok, so i was laying on my bed and i was like "I want to be in Scotland!!" so i was using the "SECRET" and after a long time, my room went POOF BANG!!! and i was laying in a street in Scotland. At first i was like "YES!!!" but then, i realized, my clothes hadn't come with me. So i was running aroudn like a chicken with its head cut off trying to find clothes...when i suddenly! Ran intO Alex Kapranos, lead singer of Franzy. I then screamed "OH GOD NO!!!!!!" and then, i realized he had clothes on...and i didn't. SO i beat him up and stole his clothes and left him unconcious in the street with only his underwear on because, apparently, in my dreams I am like the FCC when it comes to nudity. SO, i decided to get ice cream and when i went into the ice cream shop, the rest of Franzy were there and i felt immense guilt for beating up and stealing from their band member. They were like "Alex has those same clothes!" and i was like "yea..." then they were like "Have you seen him?" and i was like "Yea..i beat him up and stole his clothes..." then i woke up.
I thought it was a hilarious dream...and i can't wait to have another one!
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