"I've Eaten More Queens than Lancelot!"

When I grow up, I want to be an Italian mobster.

What? My middle school always told me I could be whatever I wanted to be.

True, they probably didn't have this in mind...

...and yes, I'm not Italian... but whatever!

Recently, I've been renting and watching a lot of "The Sopranos." I'm barely on volume two of the first season, but it's turning out to be very entertaining. It's burned a hole through the vampire-magic-mystery stuff I usually watch, which has been very, very enlightening. Not to mention, for a very forward idea, it is extremely subtle.

For example, in the first season, there's this episode where Carmela Soprano and the Priest are both alone in the house. It gets very psychological; exploring Carmela's distance from her Mob Boss husband and her regret, guilt and repentance over said husband's job, whilst simultaneously showing her and the priest's mutual attraction. Then, instead of acting on that passion and unresolved sexual tension, the priest decides to have her confess and then gives her communion.

People, that is the most sexually charged communion I have ever seen, off or on screen. (Although, off screen, a sexually charged communion would be pretty goddamn awkward.) Not to mention, the whole communion deal was a thinly disguised metaphor for sex. I have to give the writers their fucking props... it was so fucking interesting, not to mention ironic, that they would give such a holy aspect that edge of sex and attraction. Shit, the church should be getting pissed over this, instead of "Judas."

-> Yes, I know, this show is old, but I don't remember anything being said over it, while the church gets all bitchy over Lady Gaga acting out a scene from the bible (not offending anyone) this got away? Really, now.

But truthfully, this show is fucking awesome. It lacks that random sex that every other HBO television show has. You know, those random sex scenes that exist in every fucking episode and have absolutely no point? Like:

Janie: Omg, my grandma died!

Danny: She did?

*Hugs*

Danny: That sucks.

Janie: You want to have sex now?

---Cue ten minutes of softcore porn---

Seriously. True Blood, anyone? Sookie and Bill sleep together the day her grandmother dies. I'm sorry, that's just fucking tacky.

But "The Sopranos" lacks this (or at least it isn't as tacky) and it does the show a fucking service. Because it is fucking awesome. "The Sopranos" is what new TV should try to be! None of this fucking Jersey Shore, reality TV shit.

Reality TV is killing pop culture.

Speaking of the death of Pop Culture, tomorrow is Friday!!

-Friday, Friday, Gotta get down on Friday! Don't forget people! Before Friday, comes Thursday, Then comes Friday, Then Saturday, and Sunday comes afterwards!-

Someone has to help that bitch find a seat. Seriously.

If I could upload audio, I would add a snippet of me singing that atrocity. I would say butchering it, but it does a pretty good job of butchering itself- it does not need my help. In fact, I think my singing would make it better, and that's saying something!

On other news, I'm going to Little Tokyo tomorrow. I'm looking forward to cheap Pocky. And, I'm impatiently awaiting the Judas video, coming out sometime soon. For some reason I cannot find a set date for it. But i'm waiting, nonetheless. Also: check out my post on Lady Gaga- I did not get a chance to shamelessly promote it anywhere. Once again, let me know of you know every artist I mention in it. Click Here.

Speaking of impatiently waiting, I'm also waiting for Keys' newest mixtape to drop (Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves), since she is now my favorite female rapper. For those who don't know, Keys The Problem is that rapper from Baltimore who famously dissed Nicki Minaj for her idiotic "barbie" image and stupid ass elementary-school rhymes. She's fucking awesome. (I provided the link, btw.) I've been consoling myself by listening to her first mixtape and the Roman's Revenge remix she made with A. Tamaris - both which are really good. Also, for those of you who like JStar, listen to "I Hate Music." It's the B-Side to "Heart Surgery (Isn't That Bad)"

Okay, before I go I log off, my song of the week (because I actually have time to think of one today) is Judas (big surprise) for the sole reason that I really like the beat during the bridge. That, and I'm waiting for the music video. If you have not listened to it, you should. It's so industrial.

With that, my possibly non-existent readers, I take my leave.

(You guys should show me that you do exist, and comment.)

:D

The Fame Monster

Okay, I know that I haven't blogged in a while and then to have my most recent post be about Lady Gaga... hmmm...

I was about to apologize. But then I realized I don't give a shit. Get over it or stop reading.

Anyway, back to Lady Gaga. People are bitching and moaning about her new sound being too industrial and too much like techno and they wish she could return to "The Fame" style of music.

Did anyone see anything wrong with that sentence? They wish she could return to "The Fame" style of music. Anyanka, get 'em.

(If anyone gets that reference, please tell me. It would be refreshing to know that pop culture isn't completely dead.)

Why the fuck would you want Lady Gaga to return to "The Fame"? In my not-so-humble opinion, "The Fame" was her worst album! Not to say it was bad, just compared with "The Fame Monster" and what we've heard from "Born This Way" it just doesn't compete. It annoys me when people say they want "the old Gaga back." I'm really not sure why people would want her to stay in that on little hole for the rest of her career! She's an innovator- she's breathed life into the pop game and wanting her to stay in that one little niche is like telling her to start selling canned music and stay exactly the same forever. I'm sorry, that would get fucking boring as hell. If she had stayed and continued with those ideals, the same people bitching now will bitch about her lack of creativity and such.

Me? Personally, I loved "Born This Way" and "Judas." The meanings behind those songs, and the sounds, really emphasize the overall theme of freedom, the theme that we're expecting for the album.

Also, on the cover: Get the fuck over it. It's fucking hilarious and memorable. Why would you want it "more elaborate"? Do you want her dressed like a gazelle? Did you want her with glitter and vomit down the majority of her outfit? Blueberry boobs? Whips and chains? Butcher knives and black vinyl stilettos? Speaking with a British accent? Wearing a tacky, ghetto version of her "LoveGame" video costumes? What! Gosh...

(Also, if someone can name all the artists I just referenced... that would be awesome. LOL)

Okay, I'm gone.

I'll try to blog later. : )

Thou Shalt Not

Oh my fucking gosh. I have not blogged in ages! Literally, since the month of February (and if I had waited until tomorrow, the month of March, too.)

Well not much has happened. I've had class and homework. I finished midterms the other day, in which I did pretty decently: an A and a B on the World Lit take home and in-class essays, respectively, most likely a C in Anthropology (crossing fingers), not-a-fail in math, and hopefully-not-a-fail in Bible as Literature. Yup. My grades are slipping- I need to keep up, before I get buried in the inevitable avalanche.

On the bright side, however, I finished the first, albeit painful, draft of my play. (Applause may commence.)

Today, it is a holiday- Cesar Chavez Day. I was not aware this was a school-recognized holiday, since I was trapped in year-round hell for twelve years before college, and it is a nice experience. I did not have to read, I did not have to write, I did not have to think! Which truthfully, to me, who tends to over-think issues in general, is a tremendous relief. Everything has just been so mentally exhausting that it's nice to have a break. I look forward to spending the rest of the day staring absent-mindedly at my computer screen watching old episodes of Roseanne, The Nanny, or random anime from my childhood. Nothing like mind-numbing tv shows to emphasize the act of doing absolutely nothing.

I've also been catching up with my circle of friends, whom I have neglected during my reign as Hermit of L.A. To be honest, some friends were busy with their own stuff. For example, I had two friends acting in a play (one killed herself, the other was a total bitch), I've had two looking for work/new place to live, and I had my bestie at a prestigious ivy league school working her heart out. I hadn't talked to her in weeks!

Which reminds me: Is it weird that, as friends, we have rules we cannot break? For example, I cannot become a Vegan (It's already bad that I'm a vegetarian) and she cannot become a Christian (not that she ever would). Is that weird? 'Cause truthfully, it makes sense to us.

But to be honest, we are pretty insane, so forget I asked.

Anyway, just this quick recap. I have stuff to do. Like veg out in front of my computer screen.

:D

Music is my hot, hot sex!

My taste in music is really strange. I sometimes don't understand it myself. I can go from listening to some type of European club music to Cradle of Filth to Lady Gaga and then finish it off with No Doubt.

I really don't understand it.

For example, I just downloaded a Benny Benassi song that Cougar made me listen to, and that I liked. And yesterday, I downloaded a couple of Cradle of Filth songs, including The Cult of Venus Aversa and Forgive me Father (I Have Sinned)- both black metal songs I really like.

(Speaking of Cradle of Filth, you people must listen to Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa. I absolutely loved Lillith Immaculate! Go listen!!)

The "Top Rated" playlist on my iPod includes a messy compilation of Daft Punk, Leftover Crack, Silversun Pickups, Depeche Mode, Garbage, Led Zeppelin, JStar, Queen and Simian Mobile Disco among many, many others. "Recently Added" holds Lady Gaga, Cradle of Filth, and White Rose Movement. For some reason, though, it tends to mesh with me, if I do say so myself.

People don't expect me not to like the type of music they expect me to. It's weird.

Not to mention I tend to get criticized for my musical tastes: for example, one of my cousins (I love him despite this- haha!) would always criticize my love for No Doubt on the sole basis that it was No Doubt. He would continue to say that I should like a band like Metallica and not No Doubt. I would then give him one of my patented "STFUandGTFO" glares and challenged him to name a Metallica album that isn't Ride the Lightening or Metallica. The first time this happened he looked at me in shock an asked: "There's an album called Metallica?" I had officially succeeded in making him feel stupid. The times after that (yes, he continued to do this) when I made him feel stupid, he would just shake his head say "You're an asshole/dick" depending on the day, and walk away.

I would just respond with a annoyed "You've known me... how long?"

Yes, I am very defensive of my musical tastes. Never figured out why. Truthfully, up until recently, there was no type of music (or artist) I hated. The dislike started when the Disney Devil Spawn began to auto-tune their horrendous screeching and marketing it to young and impressionable Tweens. The hatred twisted when the eternal twelve year old, Justin Beiber, began his plight for fame. Then the hatred reached a pinnacle when Nicki Minaj whored out her made up words and nursery-style rhymes, shaking her pink-Jeffree-Star-styled-cotton-candy hair and plastic appendages and "rocked" her tacky, cheap, copied style.

Apparently this hatred is not applicable to any particular genre or style. It picks and chooses whoever it wishes to abhor.

*Sigh*

Btw: The title is from a song by CSS (Cansei De ser Sexy) a Brazilian band that me and Coug are particularly partial to. It's from their debut album. Listen to it! NOW!

Ghosts, Tarot Cards and Sarah Palin

Well, I'm alive. Seriously, not a ghost- my blood is pumping as a result of my heart beating, which means I'm existing as a normal, live human being. Or at least a live human being (normal is too strong a word and not applicable.)

It is The End of February as we know it. And it will lead to the start of March and the birthdays of various people that I know, because for some reason, my mother and the rest of the world decided to have their birthdays in March. So I have lots of "Happy Birthdays" to give out, lots of cards to buy and a present for my mother. Lol!

I also started school about three weeks ago. I love my classes! My World Lit class is fucking awesome- I cannot believe I was considering dropping it! Despite the fact that we're reading the Romantic poets and it's forcing a Decathlon revival (which has it's up and down moments), I still love it. I'm also enjoying Bible as Lit and all the sex in that particular Holy text. It's fun. *Grin* Playwriting is coming along- I'm having plot issues! But I'm plowing through and my play isn't totally sucking; I just need to fix some discrepancies. Math is coming along, and surprisingly easy- at least at this point. But I'm confident in my mathematical ability (for once) and I'm sure I will pass the class. The Anthropology of Religion and Witchcraft is coming along, although I'm severely behind- I need to read this weekend.

Tomorrow I start reading this book on the Tarot- my new project. I had decided to learn to use and read them some time ago, and now I ordered, paid for, and received them (a beautiful version of the Rider Waite, for anyone interested) and am really excited to start. I haven't actually done any readings, since I don't completely understand the cards and their meanings, and I don't want to mess with anything I don't really understand (at least spiritually, anyway.) I can't wait until I start, though! : D

So current events... Well President's Day happened, and I celebrated like I always do- I sacrificed a baby cow and danced in the moonlight covered in blood and waving a huge stick around, in honor of George Washington.

Okay, so I really didn't do that, but that would've been abnormally hilarious! Hahahaha! And besides, I can't sacrifice small animals- I'm a vegetarian. Yes, I'm that rarity- a fat vegetarian. Lol! We happen! It's possible!

Speaking of fat, according to Rush Limbaugh, Michelle Obama's weight is a source for criticism. Supposedly this is only the latest in a long string of jokes about out First Lady, in which conservatives attack her and her anti-obesity campaign. I was not aware that conservatives hated children and wanted them to get diabetes and die. Seriously, Rush has no room to criticize unless he's a male model, or anorexic- and it is pretty obvious that he is neither, as far as I know. There's the possibility that the fashion world has lowered it's standards. The article also mentioned Sarah Palin, and at that point the whole thing became a joke to me and I laughed at her expense.

For me, reality stars are among the lowest form of life on this planet, and failed reality stars, such as Palin, are even lower. It's ridiculously hilarious- just like her chances at becoming President. I have no interest in what she has to say (unless it's particularly funny) and I don't really care about her opinion. She needs to go away. Not make reality shows. Seriously.

On other news, Lady Gaga won three Grammys: Best Pop Vocal Album, Best Short Form Music Video and Best Female Pop Vocal Performance. She also released Born This Way, which has been number one on iTunes since it's release- which is pretty good. This is included for no other reason than "because I could."

Okay, now back to me. I'm writing a play- a love story. Yes. Laugh. Laugh all you want! I can write romance... kind of. Thankfully it's a comedy, so I can wing it. Lol! I also have two essays due, and I need to start reading and writing, ASAP. I want to get straight A's this semester- which I know is possible! I also have to carry around a Bible. Bleh. People look at me as if I'm religious- and I'm thinking about dressing goth-ish and wearing pentacles all over me every Tuesday to dilute the effect. I don't like it.

What should I do my World Lit research paper on? I've been thinking about one of the Romantic poets (Coleridge or Blake, possibly Byron, if I can) or maybe on Pope's Rape of the Lock. Yes. I am asking your opinion- I cannot make up my mind.

Thanks for reading! : ) I appreciate it.

Seriously.

Born This Way!!

It's almost 2 AM so I'm making this short. I loved it. I will buying it as soon as it is available on iTunes. : )

Listen: Born This Way by Lady Gaga

Have fun!! Lol!

Welcome to Candyland?

Okay, this song, Candyland, by Blood on the Dance Floor, is one of the strangest songs I have ever heard. It's JStar worthy. No, but seriously, it has the most upbeat tempo ever (kind of rave-ish) and the filthiest lyrics in existence. Little Sample: "Cum shots and gum drops, Double-Fist and blowpops... Welcome to Candyland, I'll split your ass in two!"

I know. That's what I said. Seriously, it has ruined the board game for me. Not that I played it anyway, but it's the principle of the thing. This ought to teach me not to buy random songs off of iTunes (yes, I buy my music- suck it.) Despite that, though, I still listen to it. What does that say about me?

In other news, my semester starts this coming Monday. The idea of this is sort of bittersweet: on one hand, my life has an actual meaning! I am no longer forced to seek the meaning of life in countless hours of sleep! I can have a social life since I will now have a method of transportation (i.e. Bus Pass) and I can do stuff! On the other hand: ....school. Ew.

So I'm kind of torn on this.

Meanwhile, I've been writing this new short story that I came up with some time ago- and it's turning out pretty good, even if I do say so myself. It has vampires in it, something new for me, which despite all the fantasy I write, is a subject I have never approached, mainly because of the contamination caused by Twatlight and Twatlight enthusiasts. It used to be my "Fuck-you" to Meyer, but she doesn't care, so I just decided to write them anyway. The ideas are being played out correctly and the plot connects and is pretty sturdy, having taken care of any possible plot holes and fragility from the beginning.

I've come upon a whole new world in my imagination and I love it. Hopefully, this string of creativity and urge to write continues and does not die out as soon as I start the semester, which has happened before.

Speaking of the semester, I've been trying to come up with ideas for my future play. I need to write a full-length script by the end of the semester (early-ish May, I believe) and I want a head start before I start fucking up and procrastinating. Anyone that knows me knows I do that. Haha! You don't even have to know me personally- I'm sure I have a reputation as a slacker and hard-core procrastinator.

I really cannot come up with any that does not come with a insanely hard plot to maneuver, despite how awesome the final product may come out. I really don't want to have to mess with that- it most likely won't end well.

Does anyone have any ideas they want to help me with? Lol!

I have come up with a few, and I may end up keeping one of them (my first one had too many plot holes and relied mainly on comedy and sarcasm) but I want to explore my options. So... help?

Also: Congrats to the BHS Decath Team! They did fucking awesome at Public SuperQuiz today and I felt they deserved a shout out! They tied with their main competitor within the conference (HP doesn't count) and beat El Camino (who won Nationals last year) by one point! So, congrats to you (if any of the current team reads this) and to those whom are still in at BHS and see the team or coaches around campus- please congratulate them, the effort the put into it is above and beyond what should be done and at least some recognition is deserved, don't you think?

As I finish this I am listening to "Big Machine" by Velvet Revolver. I just felt like mentioning it. Also, I just freaked out 'cause I changed the song and I was suddenly listening to a Catholic mass in latin. It was strange. (Sadeness, by Enigma.)