I'm the type of person who finds humor in irony

Have you ever seen some guy wearing this shirt? I always thought this was one of the more ridiculous things someone could wear. What are the odds that some girl would have worn that shirt? And if the girl was cheating with the current wearer, how likely is it that the guy would start wearing that girl's clothes? I don't know, maybe I'm just a literalist. But I was thinking, the perfect girlfriend for me would be one that would wear that shirt. To me, there's not much more satisfying than something pleasantly ironic. And the girl that would get as much of a kick out of that as I would is someone I'd like to know.

Just thought I'd put that out there. I guess if I broadcast my thoughts all the time, I'd post a lot more often. After all, what else is a blog for than to get out the stupid thoughts one has during the day?

Is her name really Ace? That is so cool!

I spent the better part of today with Becca and also Evan, at Becca's sister's basketball tournament at Lakeside. It was pretty neat, I enjoy hanging out with her of course, and it was really crazy to immerse myself with the culture of grade school basketball, something I was never really a part of.

But nothing hit me like one game we all watched. There were two seventh grade teams, Madison East and Mukwonago. East was a considerably better team, and they jumped out to a 20 point lead in the first half. But their coach was a complete jerk really. Here's what happened. with 18 minutes left in the game, they just started standing there. I guess there's no shot clock in grade school basketball, so they chose to stall. And the other team was so pissed that they even considered stalling like that, that they played a zone and let them. I was kind of getting angry, it was not a pretty sight. This pompous looking group of seventh grade girls were standing there holding on to the ball, watching the other team try to not let it get to them. It was so horrible. And the coach of Madison East wouldn't even let them play. He threatened to take them out if they did anything, tried to take a shot or something. So then the whole half went on like this. 18 minutes of this staredown. With seventh grade girls for crying out loud. Makes you wonder what's happening to society.

Well I said I'd blog about it, so I did. I guess I don't know what else to say. I had a good time. We'll have to plan another get-together...through myspace. Haha. I guess the most useless site on the internet served its purpose.

Oh yeah, and it's kind of a nifty way to get your band out there too. I'm really enjoying that part of it too, even if it has made me a shameless promoter of my work.

I guess that about wraps it up for this post. I was pretty distracted throughout the whole thing, so forgive me if it's a little (a lot) confusing. Okay. it's over.....now.

Word in '98, yo!

I was listening to Catch 22 today for the first time in a while, and it brought back a lot of memories of the summer, when I was really into Catch 22 and Streetlight.

And wouldn't you know? They were some really good memories. I don't actually know if the past summer was very enjoyable or not, but looking back, it seems like it was. I have all these fond memories of Sheepshead in homeroom, thinking about my chances, going to St. Louis, Fourth of July, that stupid band Lube, that cool band Hence Reverie (nice guys, really), sitting on a bus for hours on end, and listening to ska.

Ska is happy music. Even when it's not...happy. It evokes this great feeling from me, because it was the soundtrack for all these cool things that happened in my life. Maybe it even made things better. But whenever I remember something from this summer or the end of the last school year, it's warm, happy, and there's Catch 22 in the background of it. It all goes together I guess.

So thanks, Keasbey Nights - you got me through the good times.

"Fine, I'll be your umbrella"

Last night's post was weird. Only a few people would probably even get it. Oh well. I liked it.

Today was kind of cool. It rained. I like the rain, it means it's at least fairly warm...and oh, I don't even know what I like about the rain, but I just love being outside while it's raining. Alone, or with someone really neat. I don't know, I just like the rain. Next time it's raining, come on outside with me. We'll hang out. Really.

Wow. That was sort of (really) incoherent. This is the kind of post you make right after you finish reading for a really long time.

Plus I felt like I had to make a post for those who hadn't read "Catcher in the Rye", considering it's no fun to read new posts if they don't make any sense.

Not that this one makes a whole lot of sense. But I guess it's fairly self-explanatory. You know.

I read this book, about baseball or bread or something. I can never remember that sort of thing, if you want to know the truth.

If you really want to hear about it, I guess I'll just tell you. I'm not just gonna shoot the bull here, for chrissakes. It's kind of a crumby story, I think. She was kind of a funny old girl. I wouldn't exactly describe her as strictly beautiful. She knocked me out though. I just liked the way she looked, that's all. She had this thing, she'd look at you and smile. It was almost corny. But not quite too corny. It really killed me. It was like I was sure I'd go around with her. You'd like her, you really would.

That's the thing about girls, sometimes they're just so phony. Real queens, you know. Almost makes you feel sorry.

That's another thing about girls, you know. Sometimes they make you feel real sexy. But then it's so phony, you can't stand it.

Then some mac will come along and just get her for chrissakes. A real prince. Helluva thing to do, really. Kind of makes you sore.

You see these guys and their girls and they're just a bunch of phonies. You know, they're good guys, but you give them a girl and it's all about trying to give them the time. Really. It kills me.

You probably thought I think it's a big deal. Of course. It drives me crazy, though.

I'd like to do something about it, but I'm just a yellow guy. I try not to let people know, but you know what I'd do? I'd probably go up to the guy and say "what do you think you're doing?" He'd probably say, calmly "Nothing wrong." And then I'd just stand there for about 100 hours until I just left. That's how it'd go, it really would. It's kinda weird.

I'd tend to think of these things I'd do if I had a girl. It'd never work out in real life, really wouldn't. It'd be stuff like in the movies. Stupid stuff, the movies. I really can't stand 'em. If there's one thing I hate, it's the movies. Don't even mention them to me. They're too phony. Really are.

It's a racket, this life stuff. Really. Sometimes I wanna just jump out the window too. I really would if there was someone there to cover me up. I wouldn't want a bunch of stupid rubbernecks to look at me while I was all gory. Of course I really wouldn't do that, I'm too much of a yellow guy.

Well I'd love to say good-by to you, I really would. But I hate good-bys. They're just so phony.

(Disclaimer: If you've never read anything by J.D. Salinger, kindly disregard the content of this post.)