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Ladies and Gentlemen,
I have solved le mysterie.

So the other day i was doing my thang thang, looking around the internet when i just happened to come across something very interesting. (Read above.)
It might be a little blurry... but basically the "ORIGINAL" Santo Gold (with the stupid space in the middle) and is an artist who did infomercials for jewelery shops in the 80s. He also promoted a movie about weddings in space with his oodles of talent. Anyway... he sued Santogold (the beautiful and talented L.E.S. artiste) for the rights to his name.
Because, get this.... it was "his biggest obstacle in Santo Gold's future in entertainment".
Okay.... we'll go with that santo.
So now she had to change her name to Santigold, which, while more like her real name, sounds really really stupid. Thanks a lot.

Also, the sequel to Donnie Darko stars CHUCK BASS. Way to think out of the box, Silver Nitrate Entertainment.
Speaking of Donnie Darko, I saw a music video the other day for What's A Girl To Do by Bat For Lashes and it was super creepy. It's like "oh... how nice, a girl on a bike." then these bizarre animal heads come out of nowhere doing wheelies in unison and she's just singing to the camera about how the love is gone.

I actually really like the band Architecture in Helsinki, quite possibly because they're the weirdest fucking thing ever. My favorite comment on their video for "Heart It Races" was
Well, you can't say that they aren't individuals. Which probably is referencing the giant plastic percussion tubes and weird masks and 12 band members.
And if you listen to Say Anything and have heard the song Admit It!!! can you please explain to me what "go analog, baby" means? Because apparently Max Bemis thinks it is something hipsters say. (You're so postmodern... you're diving face-first into an antiquated past!)

Finally... I'd like to introduce a new installment to my blog called random pictures of shit.

Enjoy.
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I believe I have a playlist.
This one's very short because I basically took the first songs i saw. I always like songs that get right to the point. These songs are dark and semi-apocalyptic with sharp contrasts and chords you could probably learn in 10 minutes. They're all similar because they all either start with a similar beginning drumbeat or guitar riff.

Give Me Novocaine - Green Day
Youth of the Nation - POD
Sick Sick Sick - Queens of the Stone Age
Angry Chair - Alice in Chains
The National Anthem - Radiohead
Jewel of the Summertime - Audioslave
All My Life - Foo Fighters
Stars In Your Eyes - Armor For Sleep(The only song I really like by them.)
Right Hand On My Heart - The Whigs
Brainstorm - Arctic Monkeys
Doomsday Clock - Smashing Pumpkins
Andy You're A Star - The Killers

Guaranteed to make your ears bleed.
I want to soundtrack a movie from the pov of a drug addict.


So the other day I got to skip school (yay!) to go on interviews for new schools. It's not like a job interview where you have to impress you its more like they had to impress ME. (This probably has something to do with them being public schools and accepting everyone) And one of them did... a lot.
This school is AMAZING. I can take a dark literature class, vegetarian cooking, rock climbing, and Japanese!!!! Seriously, my school sucks in comparison.
And I actually might actually do a sport because they have skiing and sailing there. Which are both not really sports as we all know.

My foot's asleep! I'm going to go read Pet Sematary and hide under my covers for the next two hours. <3

Every time I look at you...

So, a couple of weeks ago my mom dropped a megabomb and was all HEEYYYY so guess what? We might move to Boston aannd... wait for it... guess why? Becausei got a job at a Jewish nursing home SILLY! Yes, I know we're not Jewish but they're going to pay me a shitload." I'm guessing we'll convert.
Honestly, the whole idea of packing up my whole life and relocating scares me enough. I don't even want to think about how I'll be leaving my dad in New York and my friends and the City (my first love). Not to mention they say wicked here. As in; "Yaah that red saahks game waaahs WICKED niiice." They have dairy queens though. Now, DQs are pretty crappy, but ever sense I was little I've held a kind of sentimentality towards them because I would always see commercials for these "delicious" concoctions (cotton candy should really never be ice cream) and I'd be like geee that looks great (mind of an 8 year old) but never actually be able to go to one.
I really don't know why I had to write that out. This whole thing blows.

The car ride was pretty funny though. My mom is like the funniest fucking person when she drives. Even when she has the TomTom talking to her in it's British porn star voice she doesn't have any idea when she's going. It's like "Why isn't it talking?! What am I supposed to do?!!!" That is the point mom. You do something when it tells you to do it. TomTom knows ALL.
However, she lost a couple of cool points when she not only told me to find the "Axl Rose" album (referring to the awful Guns 'n Roses Greatest Hits Compilation she so lovingly purchased from target a few weeks back), but when I mentioned Slash. She said "Does he play for Rage Against The Machine?"
MOM. really? really? really? MOST FAMOUS GUITARIST OF ALL TIME is Slash. Sure, Tom Morello is better... but she really can not call herself a G&R fan if she thinks they are called Axl Rose. And she doesn't know who Slash is. And the only song she knows is Sweet Child O Mine. And she thinks that Chinese Democracy is a win.
****Epic Fail.*****

I've also come to the conclusion that all states north of New York get in on the trends waaay late. Example: the Jewish nursing home is paying for us to see Blue Man Group tomorrow night. I've heard that it's pretty cool... but the idea of blue men freaks me out. Way to Dr. Wanghattan for my taste. Also, I saw a billboard for Stomp.
What's next, Rent at the Nassau Community theater?


This hotel room is zen. It's making me hungry (Indian Restaurant across the street)

Arrivaderci!