Hi

Hey, it's me. I'm sorry I totally forgot about this blog, I've been busy having a life that for the first time in years does not include Trent Reznor in any way. I'm pretty happy actually, just sitting back, having a cup of tea and typing up this thing on my TOTALLY AWESOME NEW COMPUTER!!! and reminiscing about my life before my 21st birthday.

That's right, I'm an adult now.

Of course, I'm back from NY, where I had an amazing time for a change, and am currently dealing with some godawful third-world shit that's driving me and my dog insane. Wish I could go back, but I'm hell-bound, locked in a grimy dungeon with a hippie dog humping my leg and no electricity.

Ok, so I'm tired and have other shit to deal with right now so I'm not gonna blog about how awesome these past couple of days have been. I'm just gonna post some pictures cause I'm such an attention whore. I'll elaborate eventually. Or maybe I won't.



Birthday woman w/carrot cake. Happy day.



Meeting my future employers @ the UN lol...



A Place to Bury Strangers. Fucking AWESOMEEE!!! (BTW, I should mention I saw Kyp Malone backstage during the All the Saints/Dead Confederate intermission... and I GOT A GUITAR PICK!!!)






Grandma.






Halloween.


(Heh, I haven't listened to any music in centuries. WTF?)

Twenty Years

(From Wikipedia)

#	Title	Producer(s)	Length
1.	"Head Like a Hole"	Trent Reznor, Flood	4:59
2.	"Terrible Lie"	Trent Reznor, Flood	4:38
3.	"Down in It"	Trent Reznor, Keith LeBlanc, Adrian Sherwood	3:46
4.	"Sanctified"	Trent Reznor, John Fryer	5:48
5.	"Something I Can Never Have"	Trent Reznor, John Fryer	5:54
6.	"Kinda I Want To"	Trent Reznor, John Fryer	4:33
7.	"Sin"	Trent Reznor, John Fryer, Keith LeBlanc	4:06
8.	"That's What I Get"	Keith LeBlanc, John Fryer	4:30
9.	"The Only Time"	Trent Reznor, John Fryer, Keith LeBlanc	4:47
10.	"Ringfinger"	Trent Reznor, John Fryer	5:40

Happy Birthday, Pretty Hate Machine. You spawned my all-time favorite song (Sin), and my all-time favorite guilty pleasure (That's What I Get) and even though you're twenty years old -- and I was one when you came out -- you still manage to sound fresh as new with every listen. Thank you, Trent Reznor, for making this album.


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Now playing: Nine Inch Nails - Sanctified
via FoxyTunes

Even Deeper

(from Wikipedia)

Left disc
#	Title	Length
1.	"Somewhat Damaged" (Reznor, Danny Lohner)	4:31
2.	"The Day the World Went Away"	4:33
3.	"The Frail"	1:54
4.	"The Wretched"	5:25
5.	"We're in This Together"	7:16
6.	"The Fragile"	4:35
7.	"Just Like You Imagined"	3:49
8.	"Even Deeper" (Reznor, Lohner)	5:48
9.	"Pilgrimage"	3:31
10.	"No, You Don't"	3:35
11.	"La Mer"	4:37
12.	"The Great Below"	5:17

Right disc
#	Title	Length
1.	"The Way Out Is Through" (Reznor, Keith Hillebrandt, Charlie Clouser)	4:17
2.	"Into the Void"	4:49
3.	"Where Is Everybody?"	5:40
4.	"The Mark Has Been Made" (A half-minute of "10 Miles High" is used as an outro.)	5:15
5.	"Please"	3:30
6.	"Starfuckers, Inc." (Reznor, Clouser)	5:00
7.	"Complication"	2:30
8.	"I'm Looking Forward to Joining You, Finally"	4:13
9.	"The Big Come Down"	4:12
10.	"Underneath It All"	2:46
11.	"Ripe (With Decay)"

Ten years ago today, The Fragile was released. Critics got their year-end list topper, Trent Reznor got his magnum opus and I got my all-time favorite album. Nothing will ever move me as much as this 104-minute piece of artistic integrity and damaged emotion did. Years after my discovery of The Fragile, it still feels as fresh and painful as it did eight years ago, when I first bought it. My heart still pounds whenever I hear Just Like You Imagined, We're in This Together still leaves me breathless, and I still can't help shutting my eyes during the guitar solo on The Fragile.
I'm out of words. Just... fuck, I love you, The Fragile. Happy 10-year anniversary.

Oh yeah, here:


We did it again, Nine Inch Nails makes the Twitter trending topics yet again. We're just an awesome fanbase. I don't know why Trent is such an asshole to us sometimes.



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Now playing: Nine Inch Nails - Pilgrimage
via FoxyTunes

Before I forget...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARA!!!

Hope you're having a great time with your guy in UIO, we'll see you when you get back!

(Can't believe you're fucking leaving us in less than a month. Bitch.)




And rest in peace, John Hughes.

Twitter is still down-ish, btw, and I can't believe I've survived a whole day without it.



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Now playing: Morrissey - Every Day is Like Sunday
via FoxyTunes

Yesterday, July 29th, 2009...

... Was Mich's birthday.

And I drank too much. Again.

God, I fail hard.



BUT HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, MICHELLE!!! I love you lots and lots even though you want my macaroni.

Now let's play beer pong.

Today, February 16th, 2009...

... Is Mama Silvana's Birthday.

So HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

On behalf of your kiddos, the T&I crew, I wish you a wonderful time in the Dominican Republic. No one deserves this more than you do. We love you because you're wise and smart and serious and motherly, and a closet perv, and you always know how to make us smile. You're an extremely sexy mama, there's no limit to your generosity, and your excellent taste in music has impressed many, even your kid daughter, aka ME. What's there not to love about you?

Of course, there are pics from last Friday, at this lady's 36th B-day bash:


The birthday woman with the engaged mosquito and the annoying little daughter =D



First cocktail of the night...



LOL, who in the motherfuck took that picture???



The fun crew.



...



Sara!!! Finally, we got to party with you!



Watch it mama, that's an engaged man!



Whoops!


Thanks for the shitty pic, Giorgio!



Haha, that's a total "bitch, please" face.


*sigh* That was a great night. Have fun in the Caribbean, Silvana!!


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Listening to: Psapp - I Want That
via FoxyTunes

Evidence, Pt. 2

Some more sneaky pics from last Saturday. These are at Gia's house, while we were prepping for the debauchery that followed. I still don't know who this mystery paparazzo is, and I still don't like you very much either.



What's with all these shitty pics, goddamn!



The girls in black.



Peace out, bitch!


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Listening to: Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Jangling Jack
via FoxyTunes

Evidence

... And I thought I was safe because Grecia forgot her camera. Turns out, someone else was cruel enough to whip out theirs and shoot me in the most compromising, unflattering situations at Gia's birthday party. Well, I don't know you, Person who took the pics, but I don't like you. And by the looks of it, you don't like me either. Not one single bad pic of anyone, just me. Eff you, Person, I had fun! And I wasn't even THAAAT drunk!



Okay, maybe a little (understatement of the century).



One. Bad. Pic.



FAIL!!!



Bitches!



What the hell, Lisette?



Awww, I love this one! This pic deserves to be framed and hanging on my wall! I luv ya, midget!



Looove this one! Good one!



I'm guessing that's my scalp.



I am going to assume Person who took the pics was drunk when they took this.


Aaaaanyhoooo, I suppose it wasn't all that bad after all. I did enjoy laughing my ass off looking at those pictures. So, I thank you, person, for giving me more crap to post on this blog thingee! In the end, it all comes down to...




HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIA!!!

(A little treat for you)



(Another one...)



YAY!!!

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Listening to: Massive Attack - Black Milk
via FoxyTunes

I'm DRUNK, and right now I'm so in love with YOU! (Olof Dreijer can't remix for shit)

I'm serious. I AM drunk. It's not like, 'oh, I just had a couple shots and I'm feeling happier than I should, hehe.' No, I am really drunk. Can't-walk-a-straight-line drunk. Shame.

One of the things I love about my lame self is that, no matter how inebriated, I still possess the quality of typing in a rather normal fashion, and it just so happens that I always feel like writing when I'm drunk. Oh hey, just because I can type like I'm (mostly) sober, doesn't mean I will write the same way. Hell, I don't even write like I'm sober when I am sober!

Well, if it's of anyone's concern, I'm not drunk because I have problems, as I have come to realize people associate drunk with problems, and that's the last thing I would do. Honestly, I might be as immature as my nine-month-old puppy, but I am not the type to resort to alcohol when things get rough. I'd be an alcoholic by now, and trust me, I am not. Nevertheless, I am very willing to share a few drinks with whomever I can (and whomever is willing to pay for them ), and not necessarily because there's trouble in the horizon. Why can't we celebrate the fact that we're chicks? Or dudes? Whatever, I bet I can find a dozen reasons for celebration in less than a minute.

Well, not really, because let's be honest, life does suck. Yeah. Mine does, but I'm not complaining. Or maybe I am, but in the form of drinking. Haha, whateverrrrr, I'm drunk, I don't even know what I'm trying to get at here. Oh yeah, yesterday we clubbed like there was no tomorrow (which there actually was because that was yesterday and... doh!) celebrating my friend Gia's 22nd birthday. For the record, just because we all wore black dresses last night does NOT mean we were sad that you're old, Gia. But yes, you are old. Older than me, obviously, and that makes me love you even more, Mother Chewbacca! I do love you, ok? Even when you have your first-grader fits and your bitch fits and your nerd fits and even when you don't want to share your tea with us or go out with Grecia or go on a date with Mr. Albino to make us all happy. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIA!!!!!!!

Ok, so it's my friend's birthday, and I got a big bruise on my knee from when I tripped and fell outside the club with Lisette (don't ask), and LOL, even as drunk as I (and Lisette... haha, you don't fool me, midget, you were drunk!) was, the two of us managed to walk the extremely dangerous streets of the city at three AM and wound up at a cool shawarma place, where we ate, talked shit and got a cab home. That was pretty impressive, we walked a full two blocks, man! Oh wow... That deserves a toast. And a playlist. Yeah, another playlist.

Let's do something different this time, shall we?

So, just a minute ago I was listening to Neutral Milk Hotel's depressingly brilliant Oh, Comely, and in my drunken haze, I realized that it is a fucking long song. Damn, over eight minutes of depression. And as I was trying my hardest not to cry out the 'oh comely's' and the rest of the (creepy) lyrics, I felt the curiosity to find out what kind of long tunes I had on my iTunes. What I found surprised me, in a good way. Sort of.

THE TWENTY LONGEST TRACKS ON MY iTunes LIBRARY

1. Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Providence (29:02)
2. Can - Halleluhwah (18:28)
3. Godspeed You! Black Emperor - East Hastings (17:49)
4. Nine Inch Nails - Me, I'm Not (Olof Dreijer) (14:01)
5. The Decemberists - The Island (12:43)
6. King Crimson - Moonchild (12:13)
7. Jane's Addiction - Three Days (10:48)
8. Television - Marquee Moon (10:40)
9. Tool - Pushit (9:56)
10. Nine Inch Nails - Self Destruction, Final (9:53)
11. Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead (9:36)
12. Lydia Lunch & Rowland S. Howard - Black Juju (9:21)
13. Nine Inch Nails - Wish (J.G. Thirlwell) (9:10)
14. Slint - Washer (8:49)
15. Sisters of Mercy - Lucretia My Reflection (8:44)
16. King Crimson - Epitaph (8:43)
17. Nine Inch Nails - Reptilian (8:40)
18. The Shipping News - Quiet Victories (8:34)
19. Led Zeppelin - Kashmir (8:32)
20. Felt - The Stagnant Pool (8:32)

As you can see above, the list is laden with NIN remixes made by stuck up people who just took it upon themselves to bore us fans to death. No, I'm kidding, I love those remixes. Well, except for that Olof Dreijer one. I don't get it. But it must make sense, in Trent's head at least. Then there's a lot of progressive, and I already gave my opinion on prog rock on the previous post, so there's no need to further the point that PROG ROCK IS TEDIOUSLY LONG!!! There's also some goth in a lesser amount and some experimental stuff, and for the most part, I think those songs could use a little cutting. I don't mean they're bad, not at all. Well, except for that Olof Dreijer remix. Oh, and Moonchild, but then again, I already expressed my views regarding that song. I simply think these songs are too show-offish and... being a person with the attention span of a three-year-old, it's hard for me to remain connected to the song the whole time. Having said that, I think those Godspeed You! Black Emperor tunes are so good it's scary. Moving on...

In turn, here's what I found when I turned the tables:

THE TWENTY shortest TRACKS ON MY iTunes LIBRARY

1. Big Black - Bombastic Intro (0:35)
2. Nine Inch Nails - Pinion (1:03)
3. Ex Models - Girlfriend is Worse (1:03)
4. Nine Inch Nails - A Violet Fluid (1:04)
5. Todd Rundgren - Rock & Roll Pussy (1:08)
6. Sebadoh - God Told Me (1:09)
7. Nine Inch Nails - Eraser (Polite) (1:16)
8. The KLF - Trancentral Lost in My Mind (1:16)
9. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - Blue Turning Gray (1:17)
10. Coil - Clap (1:18)
11. Dead Can Dance - Echolalia (1:19)
12. Scratch Acid - Monsters (1:19)
13. Squarepusher - Tommib (1:21)
14. Nine Inch Nails - 999,999 (1:25)
15. The KLF - Rock Radio into the Nineties and Beyond (1:27)
16. Bikini Kill - Carnival (1:29)
17. Crystal Castles - Dolls (1:30)
18. Nine Inch Nails - Big Man With a Gun (1:36)
19. Erase Errata - Delivery (1:37)
20. The Kills - M.E.X.I.C.O. (1:37)

You all probably realized that this is a much more exciting list, made up predominantly of NIN remixes, instrumentals and Big Man With a Gun. Damn, when will I ever make a NIN-free playlist! There's also a lot of electronic and noise, and that's basically the bulk of it. My point here is, why make such long, pompous epics when you can make a perfectly great short, straight-to-the-point song? Call me stupid, ignorant, musically challenged if you may, but think about this: would you rather have a slow, painful but elaborate death, or a quick one that gets the job done without much of a fuss? Not a good analogy, but this is how I see it.

Anyway, I'm not drunk anymore, I just wanna sleep now, and then wake up, drink three gallons of water, and get the black, Alice Cooper-like makeup off of my eyes. But thanks for sticking by!

(Did you notice I just rambled completely off-point about music and long shit and prog rock and short songs when I was supposed to make a playlist about Gia's glorious birthday??? God, I'm awesome!)


Listening to: Bauhaus - Who Killed Mr. Moonlight
Eating: Hmm, does chewing gum count?
Drinking: Chocolate milk

Got these lines on my face, after all this time, and I still haven't found my place...

Hello, I'm back. I have been absent from the world of blogging mainly because life was getting in the way of things and school kept just bitching about me not giving it enough attention and whining that I was being sooooo neglectful and stuff... you know how school is, always finding something to bitch about. But I'm here tonight, because... yay!!! Officially, I'm 20 now.

I would explain, in detail, why I hate being 20, but I'm a bit short of time - again, school is demanding my attention. Fuck, I wish I could just get rid of it... - so I'll leave that for the next steamy episode of my bloggy soap opera. Just give me another day of frustration and I'll be able to produce a whole novel on the disadvantages of being 20. For now I'm just going to post some crap-ugly pics of me and my awesome friends having some stupid/awesome fun tonight. I would post better pics, but my luck is sooo damn incredible - now that I'm 20 it's even better - that I lost a bunch of really good shots. REALLY GOOD fucking shots. Yeah, I'm angry. I even fucking cried today! Not a good way to start another year of life... But that's how it usually goes. It isn't an actual birthday of mine until I shed a tear. Trust me, I'm used to crying on my birthday. But that's for another installment, as I said.

I'm going to bed now, hoping tomorrow brings more fun, less boredom, singnificantly less ignorance, and at least one bit of love for me. Awww, that was actually sweet.

Oh, a big thanks to everyone who remembered. I love everyone who cared enough about me to call or text or send smoke signals wishing me a happy birthday. In all seriousness though, a sincere thanks to you all. Thank you. There.

Here are the pics I promised to scare you with. Behold!



With Pablo and half of Kyra's blurry face.



Oh, that's much better.



Kyra's dream come true.



With Pablo and his super duper cool gf, Desire. And yes, I'm stupid, I forgot to turn on the flash. Sorry!



The lovely couple. You guys are just the right amount of sweet!



I suck at taking pictures, seriously.



Hey kitty... yeah you.


Listening to: The Faint - I Disappear
Eating: Are you fucking kidding me? I still feel like I ate a horse today!
Drinking: Nothing, but I can still taste the cafe latte I had tonight. Shit, I ate a whole fucking lot today.