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Name: Josh
Gender: Male
Interests: JCL/Rome/Latin, the Simpsons, Ayn Rand, Reality TV, Dane Cook, and other stuff...
Musicically speaking (to name a few): The Smashing Pumpkins, R.E.M., Nirvana, Oasis, Pearl Jam, Live, NIN, Rage Against the Machine, Audioslave, RHCP, The Cure, Hot Hot Heat, Offspring, STP, the Violent Femmes, Muse, Sublime, Radiohead, Linkin Park, Hot Action Cop (not really... but still), and more... there's a pattern, follow it.
Expertise: Let's see, knowing a ridiculous amount about Rome and the Simpsons. Being the Parliamentarian of the CJCL... hell yes. Converting people to my somewhat radical but hilarious (pronounced high-lairius) beliefs. And the flock is growing daily! Soon we shall take over the world!!! Or at least a small portion of it... maybe a farm in South Dakota... that'd be pleasant.
Oh, and DANE COOK.
Occupation: Education/training
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
11/3/2003
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| And night came to Tallahassee.
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| Coachella. Oh my god.
Hokay, so. It was way hot. Way, way hot. And there was lots of walking and jumping and running and dancing in said heat, so I'm sore.
Oh, I'm also sore because I yelled "Fuck you!" at a 250 pound black man who thought an appropriate response would be to strangle me. Oops. Whatever, that's why God gave man two tracheas.
Sonic Youth was pimp. The New Pornographers were remarkably good, and amusing. Jarvis Cocker was chill, too, whoever he was. Missed the Decembrists, but whatevs.
The Arcade Fire put on the single greatest show I have ever seen (I only say that they were better than Rage because of the circumstances and where I was standing). But seriously. They played all the best songs off their new album, and then also played Tunnels, Laika (I think, if I'm remembering it correctly), Wake Up, Rebellion, Power Out... and I forget what else, but oh man. So tight.
Placebo was pretty cool... they played Special K, which was rockin. Then I got assaulted right before Rage, so that put a damper on my spirits, but whatever.
Rage was fucking sick. They opened with Testify and then went into Bulls on Parade, which is a ridiculous way to return. They played everything... all the hits, Calm Like a Bomb, People of the Sun, Down Rodeo, motherfucking Bombtrack and Know Your Enemy (<3), Bullet in the Head (so intense), and they closed their set before the encore with Wake Up, which was maybe the best individual song I've ever seen performed.
I think I heard a shot.
But yeah. Missed the encore 'cause we had to get outta there as fast as possible, so missed Killing in the Name Of, which is too bad, but whatever, I saw Know Your Enemy, so I was good.
What else? Everyone in the desert was way chill. Jase? Jase.
So yah. Meant to go to school, but I didn't. I could barely walk today. Woo. So yeah, Coachella, way sick.
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| What the hell.
It suddenly occurred to me that not using my Xanga for anything significant has one undesired effect. Two years from now, when I go back to read my old Xanga posts, I won't have anything to see from this time period. That is unacceptable. I live on old Xanga posts, trying to decipher my old life and remember what I was feeling or thinking back years ago when I was stupider (since everything in the past seems dumber than the present, to me).
But ever since legitimately momentous things started changing in my life, I've been unable to post about them for various reasons. Either beceause the momentous things involved people who had Xangas, thus precluding substantive venting, or because things were too significant and personal for me to cheapen them by making vague comments about the various ups (way ups) and downs of the last year.
It's a damn shame, basically. I'm going to want to remember all this down the line, and I don't keep a journal because we all know that's gay. *looks awkwardly at the fact that basically no one's commented/read this in months... but it's on the internet, so it's not a journal*
Well, I have no solution. I'm still not going to start posting important stuff. But life is really good. And different. And Donnie Darko, still.
I hate AP World, though. I can rant about that. What the fuck, Maddock? I'll underline your thesis, you pervert.
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| The topic sentence of my body paragraph about Lucius Cornelius Sulla is eight lines long. Victory.
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| Whenever I wasn't sure about anything on the Senior Superlatives, I put Dani Kudrow. I also gave people fake middle names.
Vote Lou Wright for Most Missed!
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