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The new Animal Collective album leaked, and it's pretty darned great. It's not as surprising as Sung Tongs, but it's a lot more upbeat and I think a lot more catchy. It's a great little prelude of what's to come later. This fall is going to be tough on my wallet; too many albums coming out all at once, especially in October.
Benneh, you need to get on AIM or something, because yeah, we got concerts to go to, man. Animal Collective's going to be playing in November at, that's right, the muthafuckin EL REY. Man, I love that place so so much.
These days, I sometimes wonder why I even make an effort to update this thing. Try as hard as I can to convince myself this is all for me, I know that's just a steaming pile of doody. There's nobody out there with a blog that doesn't do it so that others can sympathize/empathize with them. Nobody. And I don't want to sound like an emo kid or anything, but few people read this blog, and even fewer actually take some of the things I say and recommend into account, so this is really for naught, eh? I can vent and sypathize on IGN, and if I have to resort to the lowest common denominator, MySpace, so really, what's the point of this blog? Could anybody please tell me? It's obvious this is becoming a routine, mundane thing where I recommend some music, comic, or any other nerd-related item, bitch about things that bug me, and brag about how awesome I am.
I know tomorrow I'll wake up and regret I made such a stupid update, but yeah, I'M ON THE VERGE OF E-SUICIDE HERE, FUCKERS!
Whatever.
I think I found out another one of my personality faults today. Actually, rediscovered is a better word; I always sound too fucking sarcastic. I can't say "you're welcome" or "hi!" or "that's a shame!" and sound sincere, even if I genuinely feel that way. That's probably another reason why I love this medium; sarcasm's is a hard emotion to comprehend on the Internet. Although that's both a good and bad thing, but generally I suppose the benefits outweigh the consequences. Oh well; until I hurt someone I love, or at the least, someone I want to bone, there's no reason to change.
Benneh, you need to get on AIM or something, because yeah, we got concerts to go to, man. Animal Collective's going to be playing in November at, that's right, the muthafuckin EL REY. Man, I love that place so so much.
These days, I sometimes wonder why I even make an effort to update this thing. Try as hard as I can to convince myself this is all for me, I know that's just a steaming pile of doody. There's nobody out there with a blog that doesn't do it so that others can sympathize/empathize with them. Nobody. And I don't want to sound like an emo kid or anything, but few people read this blog, and even fewer actually take some of the things I say and recommend into account, so this is really for naught, eh? I can vent and sypathize on IGN, and if I have to resort to the lowest common denominator, MySpace, so really, what's the point of this blog? Could anybody please tell me? It's obvious this is becoming a routine, mundane thing where I recommend some music, comic, or any other nerd-related item, bitch about things that bug me, and brag about how awesome I am.
I know tomorrow I'll wake up and regret I made such a stupid update, but yeah, I'M ON THE VERGE OF E-SUICIDE HERE, FUCKERS!
Whatever.
I think I found out another one of my personality faults today. Actually, rediscovered is a better word; I always sound too fucking sarcastic. I can't say "you're welcome" or "hi!" or "that's a shame!" and sound sincere, even if I genuinely feel that way. That's probably another reason why I love this medium; sarcasm's is a hard emotion to comprehend on the Internet. Although that's both a good and bad thing, but generally I suppose the benefits outweigh the consequences. Oh well; until I hurt someone I love, or at the least, someone I want to bone, there's no reason to change.