What obscure band are you?

i'm hip also. i'm posting this just to confuse all of you. you goddamn 14-22 years olds.

also, the name thing in blogger isn't working... so, the game here is to figure out who made what post.

What obscure band are you?

look at me, i'm "hip". i do internet surveys if jacob plugs me them. now i'm somebody. i'm a goddamn somebody.

feeble kitten: dude... wait...
feeble kitten: the other day i totally had a dream about the dears...
deleriumhead: woah...
feeble kitten: like... i was at the "winnipeg folk festival" or something... which probably doesn't really exist... and i was hanging out with blair from endearing records... and he was talking to this dude... and we were talking... and i mentioned the dears... and the dude started laughing... then i realized it was murray from the dears...
feeble kitten: and we kept talking... and i mentioned the dears again... and he was like "you know the dears are my band right?" and i was like "yeah, i totally knew that dude"
deleriumhead: woah... dude...
deleriumhead: that probably means that big money is coming your way...
feeble kitten: i should post that conversation as an addendum to my winning answer of the dears...

i made pretty food tonight. i took initiative and decided that i would make dinner. i made pasta shells with alfredo sauce and sliced tomatos. not to diss my mom or anything, but the food she makes always looks ugly. somehow, food that looks good tastes a lot better also. or maybe i just make good food.

anyway, the point is that i'm watching the sixth man with marlon wayons. that's the point.

you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will. you will.

rey: dude
rey: i went to thesaurus.com to find different words for "strange"
rey: and check this out
rey: "funny, laughable, pour rire, grotesque, farcical, odd; whimsical, whimsical as a dancing bear; fanciful, fantastic"
jacob: d... dude...
jacob: holy shit dude...
rey: it's like.... official
rey: so like, from now on, you can say, "i had this really whimsical as a dancing bear conversation today..."
jacob: it's like... its one term... it's own term...
jacob: jesus...
rey: WHOA, now i can post our totally funny conversation on DELERIUM!!!!!
jacob: dude... delerium is useful-ing sometimes...
rey: i mean, you and mal have both done it
rey: now i can be a winner too
jacob: yeah... i mean... you won't be a real guy until you do it...
rey: like pinnochio :o

i had 99 cents so i bought some vanilla coke. i drank it. i relayed that information to you. now you are entertained. bye.

someone sent me one of those "somebody secretly fucking likes you!" e-mails.

fuck that noise! if somebody likes me they can E-MAIL ME ABOUT IT LIKE A MAN.

uh... hopefully it's not a man who secretly likes me though. i've had enough of that shit. besides, my heart belongs to jacob and rey.

moesha and clifford the big red dog...i mean... seriously. is there anything more Xciting?

addendum: yes. yes, everything in the whole world is more Xciting.

i just noticed how hilarious it is to read the delerium comments and see mal interacting with people on the internet. since he hasnt done that for.... maybe like a year. hehehehe.... go mal, go! i bought mal's comic, "hopeless savages: ground zero" yesterday. it is good. now i want my KUPEK CD. and soon.

i collect mal.

you didn't know about my pain
you know it hurts it hurts again
you didn't know you did not know
you didn't know
you did
not
know

what the fuck?? so you fuck one of my friends. just FUCK HIM. it makes me sick!!!!! he's fat!??? and you FUCK HIM??? not even a decent relationship?? dont you know that i wake up every other night in a cold sweat thinking about that shit??? so i sent you an email. so it was pretentiously worded, but my intent was sincere-- and you throw it back in my face??? what the fuck???? should i KILL you??? no-- you're already dead!

ill be posting in here more often now that my livejournal is dead. i dont know why the fuck i did that, it's no big deal to me wether or not i post in my livejournal. it's all mal's fault.

im sad. what used to be a tight group of friends is now turning into select packs of refugees. what used to be a harmless past-time is turning into a day by day obsession. my innosence is lost. time to seperate myself from this. time to start drawing again.

food:

I had this really ridiculously awesome salmon sashimi for dinner at this place on college just east of yonge. it was 15 bucks but it was like, a whole salmon. i'm hungry again now. damn it. i was hoping that this would be the one meal that would fill me up for the rest of my life.

a Salteen. posted for ______, because i do what she tells me to. yes. i do.

one more from the archives and that's it i promise. sept 4 2001.

mal: i like acoustic guitars
mal: they are so rhythmic
jacob: yeah... they've got great... uhh... acoustics...
mal: they are so jangly
jacob: and you can play them anywhere...
mal: they are so rooty tootin'
jacob: even in the bathroom if you wanted...
mal: the bathroom has good acoustics!
jacob: yeah!
mal: and so do acoustic guitars.

feeble kitten: damn...
feeble kitten: i guess we're both b-tarded again...
deleriumhead: yeah... i might even be z-tarded...
feeble kitten: holy shit...
feeble kitten: i'm at the most, c-tarded...
deleriumhead: yeah dude... i'm on the other end of the spectrum...
deleriumhead: the... alphabet... spectrum...
feeble kitten: yeah.......

from the archives...

mal: you're getting a license?
jacob: yeah... finally...
mal: whoooaaa...
jacob: i figured i should get a license before i turn 80...
mal: yeah... and since you're turning 80 on the 29th...
jacob: yeah... i figured i better hurry...

also...

jacob: help me think of a funny phrase to put on a picture for delerium...
jacob: i was thinking of putting, "we cannot support an internet with no smell. bye."
jacob: but... that's not funny...

that was a year ago. every time i look at that thing about no smell, i laugh my ass off... i'm pathetic. we're pathetic. even matthew thinks delerium is pathetic now. this is from just now:

matthew: delerium is so pathetic it's entertaining.
mal: oh god
mal: it's really sinking to new lows
matthew: scary, isnt it?
matthew: i had a dream, and you were in it, and you were eating a baby.

he's right about everything, especially the eating a baby.

sorry dudes. im too busy getting fucked up and lighting my hair on fire to pay attention to delerium. or even that other site.... whatsit called again..... GINGERBOX??

fuck the prom. fuck courtney love. and fuck not acknowledging your problems whe you know that i know about them. and fuck the awkward way of spelling both acknowledging and awkward. i have no clue how to spell either and i dont give a FUCK. im sure mal gives a FUCK, though.

im changing my fucking life. WHO'S MY BUDDIES?

just a thought... it seems as though we are a boring, unpopular blog. what happened? oh yeah, we all became sad fucks. we were already sad. we got sadder. how sad. and where the fuck is rey? EH? EH REY? EH?

sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad so sad and lonely.

AHHHHH.

dude... d... dude... DUDE...

dude...

so like... i talk too much.

my mom handed me a slip of paper that says "The DON" and it has a number... i think it's some club... and they have music and i think she was suggesting that i play there. but i checked it out. i totally did. and they play indie punk... i don't think i'm indie punk... i really don't. i could be wrong... but... i... i don't think i am...

mal: are you going to sleep or have you become insomnamaniacal?
mal: hee hee hee hee hee.
dave: tee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee
mal: i love the coinage of words.

i played a game... it was hard... i stopped...

but it's not really entirely true. i want to meet people. i just have a hard time with it all being so artificial... and honestly, i make it that way as much as anyone else does. i can't forget about people i really care about... so the relationships i have with other people are just on the surface. it doesn't go anywhere... and i don't really want it to. i can't handle it all. too many relationships with too many people... it destroys me. it overwhelms me. it makes me tired.

that's why i've always kept just a few close relationships. i can't handle being somewhere with someone, devoting a lot of caring to them and then writing contrived letters to people that i also care about because i'm suddenly in a different place with a different person. it's like... you have to keep switching personalities between the people... and i hate that. i think i'm okay with just a few close friends.

i mean... also... there are a lot of things that i do and that i want to do... creative ventures or whatever. friendships take a lot of work. real friendships. i can handle a few... but if i had too many, i don't know if i'd even have the energy to write songs or draw comics or design. and my mind is focused on the things a lot of the time. if i had tons of friends, none of them would get any attention from me... it would all be contrived.

i don't know. i've been in this really emo mode lately. sorry for tainting delerium with it. i just don't know what to do. i know all the things i want to do, but none of them are "realistic" to anyone but me... so, all i get are these disapproving grunts from people when i sit and write or draw or make songs. it makes my life and my wants seem so worthless and my motivation to do these things or anything else drops dramatically.

and i don't want people to sit around and say, "oh, he's having a rough time right now..." in a half-caring tone and just go on to forget about me. i mean, call me shallow, but i want to be important to people i care about. i want to be important to someone. i'd like to know that someone at least thinks of me at some point everyday.

sometimes things are just beyond me. sometimes i just can't make myself feel better... and that's something i've had to do for myself a lot growing up. but sometimes things just go so wrong that it's impossible to pick myself up. maybe i'm weak... but all i need are my friends to help me feel a little better sometimes... and with me it can't just be fixed by some small quick encounter with a random person.

i know what i want... but it's just... i can't have it. i guess. and i don't know why. it's not asking much, really... it's this beautiful loving thing for everyone involved. but it's just not possible... i mean... i hope it is possible... but it doesn't seem like it is...

so... anyway... i'm running out of rice crispies. and... i've heard a weird amount of country music lately. yeah...

i've spent the last few days reading and sleeping and avoiding people... sometimes i wonder how anyone can like me at all...

it always seems that everyone is so detached from everyone else. maybe i'm detached a little bit, also... but... it's usually from people that i don't even know. if i really care about someone, how i feel about them doesn't change unless they intentionally push me away.

i don't know... things are hard for me to write. i used to write so freely... but now i'm afraid that the things i say will hurt people i love... but that's not my intention. i'm not even sure what my intention is, but that's not it.

i'm just lonely right now... but, i just don't want to meet new people or get attached to anyone else...

i mean... jesus... i'm becoming embittered with meeting new people... because it always ends the same. they leave or they forget about you or they just stop caring or they lose interest because they found out that, oh no, you don't like exactly the same things that they like or you don't know the words to the song they love... it always changes... but it never changes for me. when i really care about people, i really actually fucking care about them. and this is frustrating. so i don't even want to meet new people anymore. at all. because i know where it will go. i know where it will end up. it's just frustrating... too frustrating...

and i'm tired of all these superficial relationships and friendships i see people in... like... they just go out to meet people and they pretend to be friendly and all this shit but they're not. they all sit there really wanting something else or someone else and they all fucking pretend that they don't really want to be with someone else and they're not really thinking about him or her or it or whatever. and they get home and they sigh themselves to sleep and try to beat the hollow spot in their chest away.

and that's the only reason i'm embittered with it all. because i can fucking see it. i can usually tell when someone doesn't really want to be talking to me. it's not paranoia, it's the truth. and it's not like i blame them, i'm just pissed that they keep fucking lying to themselves about it. that they fake it all just to seem like they can deal with all of it. this planet is just full of people who are too scared to even be truthful with themselves. i mean, really, that's it.

i'm just tired... i'm tired of the constant "search" or whatever. i don't want to search anymore. it just makes me crazy and insane. i want people... there are people that i want. i know who they are. they make me happy... and... i don't know. maybe i'm sentimental and stupid... but all i know is that it feels good to know you're with people who care about you more than anyone else anywhere... and if they had a choice, they'd be with you right now. that's how i feel about them, anyway.

and what's wrong with wanting that? i mean... what's wrong with wanting to be happy? are there rules to being happy? has someone drafted up the happiness doctrine that we should all live by? i think i'm happy with myself... but there's only so much you can do by and for yourself. we live on a planet with other people... and sometimes, some of those other people make you really happy... what's wrong with WANTING to be with them?? why should we have to constantly search?

this isn't directed at anyone in particular, even though i'm sure it could be perceived this way... this is just about the people i've met here in visalia and why i really don't want to be here. it's not that i don't like the people here, they're fine... some of them are great... but they already have their own things and people and everything. and they all sit and pretend and they have all these social rules that they live by and define their relationships by and i just can't take it. i want to scream at it all, but i can't because it's not in the rulebook.

anyway, i'm done being fucking emo.

feeble kitten: ijlj;;eoij
feeble kitten: lf9ivooov;lkjf
deleriumhead: dude... we so need to get out of our respective... places... of... boredome...
feeble kitten: boredome...
deleriumhead: dude...
deleriumhead: d.... duud.... du... edud...
deleriumhead: i'm eating ramen... with an egg...
feeble kitten: whoa...
feeble kitten: egg...

i also like it when would call like seeing really that great, catch the part today and im not 20 so far in my life has amounted newer album look pretty read it and got upset tonight. it's sex with the love blog. each running packages from other i mean, honey nut corn flakes thing was not too surprising and he has a band and whatnot.

she said
it's a rare creature indeed
who can satisfy me
and all my stupid needs
and all my little psychoses
neuroses and all that shit
who can satisfy me?

i totally like seeing people that are unconventionally or uniquely fashionable, but i also like it when i see people that are completely cluless as to what fashionable even is. i guess people would call them "nerds."

also, i totally heard someone seriously use the word "zounds" in a sentence... it was silly.

i had to write this paper for english class that was basically a personal narrative about a place that i've been. i wrote about milpitas and berkeley and the whole area, really... it's not really that great, i guess... and it's kind of emo in places. i wrote it just now and i'm completely tired... so it's all rambling. I titled it "What Will You Do When Your Suntan Fades?".

here's like... the last part of it:

The summer was it’s own entity. I still see and love all of these people, but I think much of the time we all wish we could get back to that place. Back to that summer. Back to San Francisco. Back to Milpitas. Back to Berkeley. It’s possible that we forget, though, that the summer wasn’t where we were, it was who we were. We’re still who we are, fortunately… so, the summer really hasn’t ever passed… I guess.

or something...

love of mal's life

feeble kitten: hey man... i love you man...
deleriumhead: dude... i love you too man...
feeble kitten: dude... i love you too man... too...
deleriumhead: dude... i love you too, too, also man...
feeble kitten: dude... sweet...
feeble kitten: dude... you know what rocks...?
feeble kitten: YOU... dude... YOU rock.
deleriumhead: DUDE... woo-ah... dude.. you know what else rocks?
deleriumhead: YOU... ALL YOU...
feeble kitten: dude... holy shit...
feeble kitten: you know what i heard?
deleriumhead: what did you hear dude?
feeble kitten: i heard... that...
feeble kitten: you're the shit....
feeble kitten: i saw it on CNN...
feeble kitten: jacob is the shit...
deleriumhead: woah... dude... did you catch the part where they were like, "and guess what else? mal is totally the BEE'S KNEES."
feeble kitten: dude... stop...
feeble kitten: you made up the part about the knees...
deleriumhead: dude... i... yeah okay...

i went to the store the other day and they had all these boxes of cereal on sale... they were like... $1.99 each... so i totally got a box of rice crispies and some fruit loops. fruit loops are really good, but i don't eat them for breakfast... i eat them during the day and at night. they're really hard. i don't understand it. but, somehow they're good. plus, the box i got came with a spiderman squirt toy... you hook it to your wrist and the squirt thing goes in the palm of your hand and you pretend that you're shooting webs... only, it's really water... but like... that's cool... i guess.

i did a lot of recording today. i really like recording. it's totally great.

dude... im so happy. i love my mal.

my mom made me sloppy joes for my birthday. that rocked. i had a "band practice" today and im not sure if the rest of the band is happy with my screaming ability. whatever. im not even sure about college. or comics. im not sure about anything. this may not have been the best time to send an "i still like you" email to an ex-girlfriend. being 20 so far sucks.

did you guys know i was born at precisely 5:55 PM? FIVE FIVE FIVE????

We seek the gathering of the sparks of light from the sea of forgetfulness and we look to the glories of eternal life in the Fullness. Amen.

WHAT IS WITH THAT CAT.

I'm going to Chicago tomorrow. I am going to The Big City! Where I will be living next year. Fwoosh.

I also have a job! I also got a package from jacob in the mail and felt all warm and fuzzy inside!

mal: detroit's going to win tonight, right?
mal: nobody cares, do they?
mal: except for "Michiganders"?
dave: yes, yes and yes.

* It is not an ordinary grapple. And * which is not an ordinary adult game, either "Battle Raper" is the game which aimed at fusion of a fighting game and an adult game and which is not once. Since it made enduringly, please play by all means.

yeah. lately shit has been so whack and ridiculous. all i do is sleep in until 2 or 3pm, wake up, go online, JO, go to shows, not draw, and sleep. BUT, ive been vaguely forming a "band" and im gonna start going to "college". and probably "move out". i have to put together a "portfolio" and nothing seems good enough. sometimes i feel like everything i've done thus far in my life has amounted to nothing. sometimes i feel like i'm the best guy in the world. im so fucked.

this really has to be the most uneventful summer ever.

*sigh*

mal: i'm hungry and i know not what to eat.
mal: in other girl, ryan has been fucking his girlfriend like once an hour for the past three days.
mal: i mean in other NEWS
mal: what the fuck
dave: in other girls, RYAN.
dave: hahahah
mal: hah aha ha hahahaha

i finally got around to downloading the first joel plaskett album (in need of medical attention). it's really like... ideal. i don't know. it's so nice. it's all solo-y and low-fi and acoustic and pretty. his newer album (down at the khyber) is a lot more rawk-y and he has a band and whatnot. the band kicks ass live, by the way. they played a bunch of the songs off this album but i had only heard one of 'em. not this one:

doctor don't worry
ignore my depression
i am alone
but within her possession
she's taken my heart
and left the incision
though i'll never heal
i admire that kind of precision
she took me high as the mountains
left me blue as the sea
well she made a wreck out of me.

it's weird because half of that verse is out of an old Thrush Hermit song called "darling don't worry". but this song is much more pretty.

i keep randomly seeing TV. i guess it's not too surprising that i always see N'sanity every time i see it since all TV is N'sane. today i saw a commercial for Hebrew International Hotdogs... and the whole thing was about god giving people hot dogs. like... seriously. i'm not even kidding. apparently they "answer to a higher authority." what their answers are, i don't even know.

i've been trying to record songs, but things are all bloopy bloo. dur.

FUCK FOOD. Y'ALL IS CRAZY.

so like... okay... what? no... wait... what?

okay... so today i've eaten honey nut corn flakes (now known as honey crunch corn flakes) and peanut butter (CRUNCHY!) and for dinner i had salmon and saeurkraut and rice. and i'm drinking root beer, which is always a bad idea.

songs. i love songs. makin' em. that's good stuff. my roommate ryan is getting laid as usual. how annoying.

i got my computer finally. my computer is so goddamn great. jesus.

also, i magically found all these cables that hook from my computer to my stereo, so now i'll make some tapes with music on them.

i haven't really eaten anything today. except ramen. or whatever. i need to find something to eat but, OH, there is NOT A THING.

i hope i get other packages from other people that i love soon. send me packages. i mean, really... i'm barely sane here.

deleriumhead: dude... you'll go to a pickering party and meet some pickering kids...
deleriumhead: and have a pickering time...
feeble kitten: i know...
feeble kitten: totally...
feeble kitten: i'll be all "pickering you..... i'm leaving!!!!!"
deleriumhead: yeah... but then the pickering busses won't be running or something... and you'll have walk all the pickering way home...
feeble kitten: god...
feeble kitten: it's so pickering annoying...

so like... basically this has become the love blog. where everyone loves and pets and pampers each other... while talking about food... of course.

mal's friend dave is posting also. i'm not sure if i've met dave. maybe i met him in London... or maybe not... i don't know... everything earlier than two minutes ago is a blur.

i had a gronola bar and it tasted AWESOME. the end.

so i wrote this stuff about sex and having sex with my ex-girlfriends on my livejournal and as it happens (or as it was supposed to happen, as bokonists would say) one of them read it and got upset and posted in her livejournal about it. i actually feel kind of bad because i didnt want to piss anyone off. i just felt like honesty was the most beautiful thing at that instant.

man i just dont know.

food diary continues... i actually cooked dinner tonight. two chicken breasts chopped up and cooked along with mushrooms, garlic and onions and then cooked in tomato sauce along with a can of pitted black olives. on a bed of rice. it's olivelicious. so i guess this is going to be my healthy, sane meal for the week. although some people would call a can of black olives insane. like my roommate. but he's not complaining. he's eating it. EAT IT BABY. THAT'S RIGHT.

yeah like... whenever me and mally would make food, it would always look pretty and stylish. like... we would plan the colors and spatial aesthetics or some shit. we totally designed our food.

also, The Good Life just always seems to be great. the guy's voice is so super.

check out the difference between mally and i; she's breaded eggpland sandwiches and im hot dogs with purple ketchup. jesus.

whoa, dude, i never even made the subtle connection between your comic and the osbourne's. how quaint!

i havent eaten anything today. i noticed i havent been eating that much the last few days. yesterday my family made salmon. washington is big on salmon. but anyway, i didnt eat it, because i dont eat. actually, i made some hotdogs on our grill. and we had no condiments. so i was eating just this plain hotdog (with a bun) and purple ketchup. motherfucker. fucking purple ketchup.

last night i talked to karinno for like, hours. she's obviously the greatest girl ever. and she somehow makes me feel like, like im some sort of genius. i distinctly remember feeling "way out of her league", but now like, it's, you know, whatever. mal, she knows about you now, you guys can go see a movie in my honor.

oh, and i talked to this other girl and she sent me a nude picture. like, an "arty" one. she just sent it out of nowhere. i was like "whoa thanks" and i dont think that's the reaction she wanted. so i said "should i have said 'OOH FUCK, FUCK YEAH, OOOOOOOH BABY FUCK'?"

good thing there's no WAY the red wings will lose. when they beat colorado 7-0 in that last game my friend dave said in an announcer voice, "and the detroit red wings have won the stanley cup!" which is basically true. so there! USAian!

there is a review for the comic i drew here. it is nice. there were some other reviews and one of them wasn't so nice, but i think i'll choose to ignore it.

last night i ate peanut butter sandwiches with olives. i bought olives. i love olives. i also had some magic moments rice pudding. and peanuts. peanuts were on sale at walmart. aggressively on sale. today i have had two ham and cheese sandwiches with peanuts on the side.

i am reading Radio Free Albemuth. somebody find out if there's a band called that, because i want to call my band Radio Free Albemuth. it's a book by philip k dick and it's actually rawther compelling. (i haven't been able to get into any of his other stuff that i've read so far.) after this i guess i will try to read the Valis trilogy.

i don't even know about hockey. like... all i know about is "surfing" and "catching rays" and "movies" obviously. in LA they know about hockey for like an hour and a half, but then they forget about it again.

mally is posting here now because she's totally great and she has just as many useless things to say about food as the rest of us and she is obviously as cynical about food and hockey just as much as we are.

whenever i go to blogger i want to click on the "team" button because like... i actually have a team now. i mean... jesus. our team is obviously so much better than yours, you piece of crap. go team go.

I ate eggplant yesterday... my mom, like, breaded it and grilled it... and I ate it in a sandwich... it was pretty good but it looked funny.

If the red wings don't win the god damned stanley cup, I'm gonna kick something. I feel so... Canadian.

i've been watching random snippets of Joan of Arc the TV movie. if people don't know, this movie is about god and a girl and their hilarious hi-jinx and adventures. also, right before that, Touched By an Angel was on. i mean... the title of that show is just asking for some sexual pun. jesus.

dude... i don't hate girls at all.

i got a kind of cereal at wal mart... i forget what it's called... but it's sports cereal... hockey cereal to be specific... it was on sale for $2 so i got a box. it's not very good and it doesn't even have any good players on the front. but i like entertainment from my cereal, and having hockey cereal is kind of entertaining.

whatever. shit is fuck yo. my thoughts are black, as black as my heart.

last night i played a "show" with my "side project" band "death by dying". we scream a lot. my emo friends tell me "emo" is really "hardcore music"... when the guys scream a lot. not like, jimmy eat world or something. no, you must scream to be emo.

after the show we all went to denny's. i had a 3.99 triple-play breakfast with scrambled eggs, two sausage links, 2 strips of bacon and two slices of english muffin-- BUT, when the waitress first came out, she dropped my english muffin on the floor, she handed out the rest of the meals to everyone, and said "ill get you some new english muffins, you cant eat those, there's a liability issue" or something. so, i hid them under my plate, so when she came back, i had four english muffin slices. RULE. and then for dessert i had a "grasshopper sundae" with real grasshoppers. and to top it off, she forgot to give me my ticket-- FREE MEAL.

i hate girls.

so, the eating diary... i ate some cereal this morning... then i had taco bell just now... i had the grilled steak taco combo plus a bean burrito. i was hungry. taco bell in canadia sucks, and their combos are stupid, and they dont have beef chalupas or different chalupa flavors, and they serve fries with the combos. how mexican can u get?????? so i had 2 grilled steak tacos plus fries plus a bean burrito plus a shitload of iced tea with free refills. one better thing about canadian taco bell is that they have sweetened iced tea, instead of that shit u get in california. that flavorless shit! n shit! yo!!!!

a note on cereal. i bought skim milk this week to see what would happen. nothing has happened yet. it doesnt seem to make that much of a difference, but for some reason right now i feel sick just thinking about it. more on that later.

she returned. we talked on aim. that's nice. i wrote a song called "josephine with the tangled thoughts" and started recording it. it needs drums. almost all the new songs are going to get the live drum treatment in a few weeks when i go home for my bro's graduation.

sometimes, when you go to the store, they have really good store brand cheese... and sometimes it tastes like paper. i bought the paper kind the other day and i tried to make a grilled cheese sandwich out of it (i used bread also) but it didn't even melt. like... where the fuck did the Albertsons cheese makers go to cheese making school...? because they really need to go back and learn how to do it all over again.

feeble kitten: whoa...
feeble kitten: k to the razy...
deleriumhead: i don't understand it... it's playing with me head...
feeble kitten: dude... ye head...
deleriumhead: me head...
feeble kitten: anyway... i'm going to bed...
feeble kitten: it's all stopping making sense...
feeble kitten: the sense making is stopping...

on a string,
on a string,
on a string,
i ate a peanut butter and garlic cream cheese sandwich. just keeping track.

there are issues right now. in lives.

i saw a cute waitress. also, for dinner (at home) i had knorr's instant cream of cauliflower soup which was decent. i also had a sandwich because chris bought ham and cheese and bread and stuff when he went to market when i didn't go because i was sleeping and really cranky. this was the healthiest meal i've had in days. i've taken to eating like shit. i think i will start a meal log on delerium so i can track the shit i eat. also i went to bed long after sunup. when i went out and saw the cute waitress i had a gin & tonic. a double. so what the hell do you do with a cute waitress?? i dunno.

the evil jesus has gotten to my pickering mother.

also, i had cheese for dinner.

i made songs today. they are poppy-er. one of them has "ooh wa oohs". the other one had bababas but i took them out because they weren't working. i wish i had a drummer in my house.

okay, im here. embrace me. i have just returned from my "band's" first "band practice". we completed one song. if you wanna know what we sound like, download some indian summer or possibly some saetia. or maybe even godspeed if you're feeling risqué. oh yes, band's website, here.

i dont know what my favorite band is right now. i really like this one song by the Getup Kids called "the most depressing song in the world" or something. it's pretty good. i just dont know. Saves the Day has been good to me lately. and to think-- like every other "cool guy"-- i used to make fun of the singer's voice.

i think comments would be cool. i have a nifty script for it if you want it, jake.

so, basically like... we're doing this whole thing again... where me and mal are posting inane things about inane subjects. oh yeah... and maybe corey will post here also, if he ever accepts the goddamn invitation. DUDE.

so, yeah. it's like the love trio.

i don't know about comment things. maybe i'll make them. but... maybe not. i don't even know.

I don't know if this will work... but... if it does, it will be the inaugural post of the new delerium. i have seen the salteens six times. they are my favorite band. i even live a whole country away from them and i have still seen them six times. i am better than you at life obviously. salteens.com