urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss how about an hiv test? peupty_pantss 2007-03-15T05:57:49Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:6847 2007-03-15T05:57:49Z 2007-03-15T05:57:49Z So, daylight savings time huh? I, like the rest of you i assume was somewhat surprised and befuddled to hear that it was moved up about a month or so this year. What really shocked me was the fact that it was something that COULD be moved, that it was in fact NOT a cosmic occurence but merely a piece of energy saving legislation; who'dve thunk it? You see, I was under the impression (largely due to that riboflavin episode of Pete and Pete), that DST just happened, it was like a solstice or an equinox or one of those other things that druids prayed to. I thought that some time in April, and some time in October, that it just got light earlier and dark later. And any time i would try to sit down and think of where hours disappeared to, or where hours just appeared from, my head hurt...so i just left it that. It really was something of an epiphany. <br /> If I could ignore the cause of something as huge as when the sun rose and went down, what else am I (and presumably all of you) completely oblivious to? Whats next? Maybe seasons dont really exist, it just gets cold outside when Karl Rove buys a bitchin new leather jacket and wants to wear it. Perhaps it rains simply because Pacman Jones wants it to...zing! <br /> You see, as every word is written, i hate the one before it even more. I really think that all self expression is really, hopelessly, passe. About ten minutes ago i thought this would be a completely supercool thing to write, the whole DST bit and all, but i must say...its kinda teh ghey....because i think that anyone reading it will get it wrong, they will try to extrapolate some statement or something else gay from it...what i'm trying to say is, trying to do ANYTHING is gay. dont try, ever. as soon as you outline a goal in your head, its tainted, its not yours anymore. just do whatever is right (the only concept i think is untainted by environment) and you will either succeed, or flounder...its not really up to us now is it? (not a cheesy born again way of saying that either) urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:6418 2006-10-08T21:20:46Z 2006-10-08T21:20:46Z you see, the thing about that is that i'm better than you...i've always been and i always will be...how can you be the "rock and roll punk guy" when you're like maybe 4th best at doing that in POPLARVILLE....doesnt it cause you to question your own authenticity when a fake and a phony can be inifinitely better than you at what you've based your life on. you're like that little kid who constantly makes up lie on top of lie to project an image of confidence to the outside world, while in fact, on the inside they are more pathetic than could ever be imagined...i.e.an individual who brags about getting copious amounts of ass and being some sort of womanizer, while in reality spends most of his life at home, alone, lamenting the endless string of girls of questionable class that have rejected him/got knocked up by some other dude. do you really want to know why i've "changed"? its because i didnt want to end up as some fucking pathetic drug addicted vagrant. but hey, keep "keepin it realzzz" or whatever wigger slang you've decided to co-opt in hopes of a some sense of irony. the world was not made for those like you. you will never be sucessful. and i say that with the fullest amount of confidence...your complete lack of a spine was reflected in the fact that you decided to defriend me on livejournal BEFORE talking shit about me....i mean come on, 7th grade girls talk shit to each other on myspace...but thats where i've always put your masculinity, somewhere slightly below that of a prepubescent cheerleader. you and those like you will always be confined to throwing rocks from the outside...you're those cunts wearing ridiculous costumes at every RNC...i laugh at your general existence....so go cry on your journal that you've de-friended me from...go smoke some ridiculously cheap weed out of a coke can and make everyone else believe you're snorting fishscale off a hookers ass...i would think nothing less. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:6314 2006-07-07T02:27:56Z 2006-07-07T02:27:56Z yeah, so i wish i could just cue the dukes of hazzard theme at any point of my stay in poplarville...it could have been used about 10 times in the past week. i've been having a lot of fun lately, and the hits just keep on coming...the 28th is a sevens rugby tournament, or if my knee is too fucked to do that, widespread concert in memphis...north mississippi allstars was the shit a couple of weeks back, the fourth was pretty cool. i dont think i'm ever gonna leave poplarville, and i'm not saying that as a " oh my gawdddd....i'll NEEEVER get out of this stupid town" like the rest of you little ragamuffins...i just wanna stay here...call me a townie, have fun living in a shitty apartment and knowing no one. theres just something real here that there isnt anywhere else i've ever been. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:6059 2006-05-19T06:45:09Z 2006-05-19T06:45:09Z top ten songs ever:<br /><br />lovesick blues-hank sr.<br />miss the mississippi and you-jimmy rodgers<br />factory girl-rolling stones<br />it takes a lot to laugh it takes a train to cry-bob dylan<br />sugar never tasted so good-white stripes<br />dark was the night-blind willie johnson<br />reeling in the years-steely dan<br />scarlet begonias-grateful dead<br />strawberry fields forever-beatles<br />american nightmare-misfits<br /><br />no arguments...no nothing, those are the best songs ever<br /><br />well, i'm drunk as a single mom on payday. i had a super night tonight...i saw a lot of my best friends that i havent seen in a while and just remembered why i love poplarville so much.<br /><br />evan urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:5784 2006-05-16T02:14:19Z 2006-05-16T02:14:19Z the takeover this one goes out to all you rock n roll philistines.<br /><br />the flow chart of usurping succubi remains unchanged for the third year in a row...the bright young man will be sucked in by a siren song of danger and big boobs, at this point, he is lost. any attempts by friends to save him from such an unfortunate fate will not be heard. his friends do not have vaginas, they dont suck his weiner, their words dont matter. can you blame him? <br /><br />in the world people can be separated by one quality, combed hair, or not combed hair? as a man making the switched to the combed side i've realized the true gravity of such a decision, after becoming a pariah in the eyes of some non combers. to these people i say, do as i do: walk around in a smoking jacket, drink ONLY out of a big cognac sniffer, and demand to be called SENATOR ______!<br />thats really what i do of course. women will love you, minorities will fear you, former compatriates will refer to you as a sell out, based on pure jealousy of your arrow-straight part in your hair. dont allow yourself to be weakened by such undesirables, they're obviously far left rabble rousers, hoping to proliferate national healthcare and messy hair. <br /><br />in other news, rick ross is the shit. mahavishnu orchestra is the shit. gino the ginny is the shit. my cousins knock knock joke about the bicycle is the shit. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:5583 2006-05-15T07:29:16Z 2006-05-15T07:29:16Z hank williams sr. sometimes i wish that a battle-rap was socially appopriate for all situations. but not like face to face "8 mile" style, but like, Jay-Z vs. Nas style. like if a bitch pissed me off i could just get a beat made and diss him or her. i think i'd be pretty good at that. <br /><br />haters, hoes, tricks, non-believers, harlots, jezebels, judases, you cant slow a player down. how can you be pretentious when you go to a bottom-tier mississippi university? thats some serious, like, fairy tale levels of pretending. did anyone ever consider that the radical drug using left never succeeded because they were too busy getting wasted than planning and such? the outward perception of my soulless white collar aspirations is flawed at its very core. the notion that wanting to live a sucessful virtous life is "selling out" is ridiculous. i want to live in a big white house with a wife and lots of kids, i want to sip whiskey and watch ducks swim from the front porch of the aformentioned house. i want to bring pride and adjulation to my family's name. what all of you online intellectuals fail to acknowledge is that we're living in god's country down here...Mississippi is everything thats perfect in this world. if you hate it that much and want to leave, you can either go west to louisiana, north to tennesee, or east to alabama...i'll draw you a map if you want. <br /><br />the sweet sunny south needs no poisoning from the pitfalls of those who wish to change it. because its certainly impossible that any of us who like it here are smart right? we all fuck livestock and hang black people right? we dont contribute to culture do we? i mean other than country music, rock and roll music,blues music, jazz music, and a bunch of other stuff thats not important i guess.<br /><br />but you guys are right, i'm irrational, i was BRAINWASHED to believe that a code of class, honor, and dignity could still exist. <br /><br />but in other news...theres something you dont know about me Joe Rogan....i smoke ROCKSSSSS urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:4869 2006-01-12T06:50:56Z 2006-01-12T06:50:56Z cool drink of water blues is there no room for the old souls?<br />no room for the bourbon sippers? no room for the front porch rockers?<br />its getting harder for us non faux-hawk wearing, non corona drinkers.<br />i dont understand kids these days. if you're born into the best region in america, why would you make a concerted effort to look like a new jersey guido? douglass, seth, we're a dying breed. i was at the bar tonight, and i saw a girl in a fucking TIARA and i wont even go into all the girls smoking menthols and dancing like hip hop video extras. beauty and truth are hard to find in the '06, we're still around though, those of us who abstain from hard posturing and bumping chests over spilled drinks. <br /><br />although this is very 1996 i think that "dead presidents" by jay z is about the best hip-hop song in a long ass time...to all those who's opinion i respect, i implore you to give me your opinion on this little tangent i'm on...is it unreasonable and nostalgic to wish for a simpler way of life? is anyone else a little unsettled by the way everythings going? please tell me someone else wants to drink soco and tonic on a front porch and talk about actual things, can we still have white-strip free smiles and natural skin? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:4843 2006-01-10T00:09:46Z 2006-01-10T00:09:46Z a day in the life i tell you...this christmas vacation has been really fun, i was worried for a while since there was a war on christmas and everything, but we just suppressed the manger insurgents, so thats good. its hard to come up with LJ posts when your life doesnt suck...i dont hate my parents, i dont think i've ever been sexually assaulted, i'm not on a vision quest of self realization...pretty boring right? not exactly the hawthorne heights lyrics kinda life you all glamorize. does no one want a good life? would that just make things too un-dramatic? pretty much every type of classifiable youth rebellion is post-modern, tainted, and not culturally viable. i feel like going up to kids these days and saying "i'm from the U.S. patents office, you're apparently the first kid who was ever sad, congratulations, you're really onto something." how do such people expect to translate into adulthood? i'm sure your boss wont mind you crying all day instead of working because you "dont know who you are"....and i'm sure that puma trainers and horn-rims will be business casual in the next 5-10 years. well, in lighter news, i won 50 dollars playing poker last night...sweet ass. i hate ironing, so i've been considering buying one of those shirts thats wrinkle proof or whatever, but i'm very skeptical, i keep thinking that the stuff that makes them not wrinkle is gonna be found to be a carcinogen or something in twenty years, and my skins gonna rot off cause i was too lazy to iron an oxford. <br /><br />scott baio aka chachi urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:4426 2005-12-14T02:36:05Z 2005-12-14T02:36:05Z everyone has drinking milestones, they start simple, first beer, first taste of liqour, first time to get drunk. then come the rites of passage, first shot, first chugged beer, first shotgun, first kegstand...well you get the idea. and then my friends, comes the milestone that only a select few of us reach, satans own "century club"...you may ask, what the hell is that? i'll tell you, the century club is a college tradition in which 100 shots of beer take place every minute for 100 minutes, sounds easy right? i thought so too. but then when you do the math and realize it equals like 12.7 beers in an hour and a half, it sounds a little less easy. well, i'll spare you all the gory details, but i'll just say that number one hundred culminated with me being covered in vomit, someone elses vomit. go ahead, try it, we're coming up with a secret handshake and everything. <br /><br />in other news, i've had an epiphany. i'm in love. i realized that spending time with someone you genuinely admire and respect is better than nasty drunk sex. who knew? it really is like a religious experience, i have no idea whats happening to me, but dont be mistaken, i'll still do kegstands on weeknights and puke off of balconies, i'll just have pure love in my heart the whole time, jealous? i thought so. its fucking wild man, i know now what all those people i laughed at who walk around holding hands were thinking. this is me talking though, i'll probably manufacture a way to be an asshole and screw myself over and be back in the same boat i was before, so who cares?<br /><br />i'm happy, you should be too<br /><br />evan urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:4231 2005-10-20T18:59:23Z 2005-10-20T18:59:23Z last night i think i had the nightsweats or something, cause i woke up and felt all wet, and i thought "oh mannnn.....i pissed the bed when i was SOBER?!?!....i thought we had a deal, urinary tract!" but i didn't, so thats good. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:3876 2005-10-10T18:50:30Z 2005-10-10T18:50:30Z hola bitcholas.<br /><br />i've been pretty distracted lately, its really a miracle that i'm typing or doing anything right now. shcool has been completely ridiculous, of course. oh, by the way, if any of you try to call me, identify yourself when i pick up because the screen on my phone doesnt work (some girl spilled beer all over it in the district) saturday was a home game, i did fourteen funnels out of a cheerleader megaphone and ate a lot of bratwurst....welcome to USM on a saturday. apparently last night i woke up out of a deep sleep at two AM and told everyone "there are 100 steps to the phone we all use" sooo...if any of you know what the fuck that means, i'm all ears....i'm about to crash and eat some hot fries.<br /><br />lataaaaaaaaz urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:3826 2005-09-30T05:46:53Z 2005-09-30T05:46:53Z i wish the awesomeness of my life was more consistent. its about as level as an EKG of a heart attack victim. it kinda sucks. just when you think your life is pretty awesome, you open your door to find a couple gallons of orange puke. i'm pissed at the assholes in my hallway. evidently one of their's money was stolen, and rather than notify proper authorities or such nonsense, they found it smarter to go down the hallway beating on every door. that'll definitely get you your money back fucktard, i mean, its not like all legal tender looks the same or anything. i had a good time at rugby practice today, i had to talk to the seniors and the coach a lot, cause they're worried about me being in a frat and playing too, i'm sure it sounds fucking trivial as shit, but having two groups of people, both who you greatly respect try to vie for time at the expense of the other one, that shit SUCKS. this ones for you perfect breasts girl. keep smiling in english class. i'm gonna buy a time machine, we can go back together, really.<br /><br />evan urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:3361 2005-09-20T16:30:55Z 2005-09-20T16:30:55Z as my title would suggest, i'm just getting over the heartbreak of last nights loss. this is probably some sort of commentary on my fucked-up-ness, but last night, after the saints lost, i was honestly sadder than any time i've broken up with/been broken up with a girl. how fucked up is that right? i'm really curious as to why those things that hold your sunglasses on are so trendy. they're EVERYWHERE up here. there are so many stories that are tossing around in my head, but i'm just too fucking cluttered to be able to truly relay them all right now. here are a few:<br /><br />walking in on a fully clothed fat girl orgy. (seriously)<br />finding out i got a complete pirate's face drawn on me when i passed out<br />the circle of death<br />the randy stories urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:3273 2005-08-27T04:33:18Z 2005-08-27T04:33:18Z hows everyone? good? great. i always thought "i wasnt really an intravert in highschool or anything, so i imagine college can't really be that different." i was as wrong as a dumb kid trying to impress the professor. i'm here to tell those of you who have not yet ventured into the life of a major university student, its more different than you'll EVER know until you get there. i really cant say "well, its like highschool except for _____." because its just fucking apples and oranges. its like being in the witness protection program or something, its a completely clean slate. i like to observe kids and try to figure out if the way they're acting is some sort of strategic move to re-invent themselves. i'm sure there are plenty of freshmen who had this thought "nobody knows i'm a loser who went to prom with my cousin or that i still wet the bed, all i have to do now is get one of those rubber things that hold on my sunglasses and i'll be fighting pussy off like zombies" and you know what the crazy thing is? i bet thats working for some guy out there RIGHT NOW. i'm also getting the impression that more kids than i thought take their first drink in college. i'm pretty sure i've witnessed about 10 shaggy haired first time drunks in the past 6 nights, and trust me, its hilarious. <br /> the crowning moment of the last week, a moment that will undoubtably be ingrained in my psyche until the day i die, has to be the soon to be infamous "coral and landon story." i've seen and done some pretty cool stuff in my life i guess, but nothing will ever come close to what i was about 10 feet away from sunday night. all the incoming freshmen were herded into the big auditorium, there was a big buzz because the program said "two stars of televisions "the real world" will be the key-note speakers." i was mildly intrigued but just thought "i'm sure this will be gay, a fucking cop-out to make us hear "dont party, and study"." but from the second coral stumbled out from behind the curtain caressing her unbelievably huge breasts, i had a change of heart. from the second i saw her, i knew she was drunk. i'm talking d-r-u-n-k. and then she started talking. imagine a hot black chick, as drunk as me and with a mouth like garrick. after about the 17th "motherfucker" the welcome committee in their yellow blazers looked a little worried. after coral said her now famous words "you know what a dental dam is?...i know SOME of you motherfuckers love to eat pussy" they looked like their dog died. after she explained what a dental dam was accompanied by some vivid hand gestures, they looked like they were watching their parents get buttraped. after coral simulated both a hand job and penetration with her microphone, they looked like they just got told that jesus wasnt real and that american eagle was going out of business. her microphone was turned off...Q&A session started, some kid yelled out "yeah i got a question for you, what the fuck have you been drinking?" the yellow blazer crew jumped on stage and pushed her out the fucking back door....you think i'm kidding, thats cause you're stupid. <br /><br />by the way, thats the first of about 15 stories i have on deck, which contain some of the following:<br /><br />large breasted girls squirting whipped cream and vodka into my mouth while i'm sitting in a suspiciously wet la-z-boy recliner, the revelation that frat boys can be drug dealers too, the snoring stories, the realization that girls way hotter than ANYONE in poplarville, and yes i mean ANYONE party as hard or harder than me, and of course, a college classic, cracked out professors urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:2958 2005-08-15T05:06:34Z 2005-08-15T05:06:34Z bo diddley-bo diddley anyone who's anyone will tell you that the lows make the highs higher and the highs make the lows lower. i think i got to both this weekend. <br /><br />until about 1 sunday morning i kinda felt like that old school ice cube song "today was a good day"....you guys know that one? basically it chronicles an idyllic (albeit unreasonable) day in his life. when shit usually went wrong, it went right. but then at the end of the day, everything goes WAY wrong. i got off of my last day at greers at 9 saturday night. it was decent day, i had a laugh with my boss, and then met minta and kelcey. went to pick up a few things and then met up for the party. arrived and realised the essentially 0% chance of shit getting fucked up that night. perfect location, great people, everything i like basically. so i'm out there getting trashed...i'm talking shitty. but i was a having a great time, dancing, spitting game at essentially everything there (and not having terrible results actually.) everyone whos ever been around me when i'm drunk knows that a certain point i can become the most amiable, charming guy alive....but past that i'm a complete beast. i managed to stay in that wonderful charming state all night. so, i start to leave, follow shane back to town. we get out on the road, shane stops and then says something about ashton, i figure he just saw him going the other way and decided to follow him back to the party. when i get home i call shane and realize that it was ashton that was in a wreck, with daniel, brianna and phil. <br /><br /> this is about the point in the video when the helicopter comes to ice cubes house. i'm feeling pretty shitty at this point in time, i'm worried sick obviously. i hear the whole story the next morning, i decide to swimming. we go to this place called "the falls" way out in the boondocks from lumberton. i realize later that its a national park, how you ask? ohhh...about the time i'm getting my underage drinking citation written up by the wildlife and fisheries guy. yeah, shitty right? not that bad though, 100 bucks in the mail, and pouring out a bunch of perfectly good beer. although, i must say, the cop guy was the nicest guy ever, very polite, very thorough in explaining shit to me. well, whatever though right? lesson learned...it'll be a while until i drink beer in that national forest again...my guess is until november 29th 2009...just a guess. <br /><br />and then came the already infamous oil pan incident...i was following jesse brandi, catherine and gary back through lumberton. you know the part in lumberton where the train tracks are and if you dont be careful you shoot over it like boss hog is chasing you? well, needless to say, brandi did just that, but i'm not gonna hate on her, cause theres a good chance i'd have done the same thing if i was the car in front, cause that shit sneaks up on me every time i drive back through lumberton to get home. we stop at subway to eat food, its at this time brandi realizes her car is leaking oil like the fucking exxon valdez. she becomes very unhappy, jesse says some jesse shit to her and she becomes much more unhappy, it was like something on cops or something, girl domestic violences shirtless male over the condition of a chevy corsica. looking at the car makes me realize why the duke boys picked the charger instead of a chevy corsica. i obviously do not say this at the time because i'm pretty positive brandi would've kicked my ass right there i the parking lot...you think i'm joking? thats cause you're gay. like the men in the christian pamplet i got at the gas station. they sure did like blood terrorism and raping little kids. they all looked like mr. slave too. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:2627 2005-08-01T05:47:23Z 2005-08-01T05:47:23Z list 20 people then answer the questions, but list the people without reading the questions first. dipshits<br />1 me<br />2 seth<br />3 jesse<br />4 garrick<br />5 jay<br />6 ed<br />7 daniel<br />8 shane<br />9 brandi<br />10catherine<br />11kelcey<br />12minta<br />13 john<br />14 ryan<br />15 justin<br />16 quinn<br />17 al<br />18 big v<br />19 chelsea<br />20 my mom<br /><br />Is #9 a boy or a girl?<br />girl<br /><br />Would #11 and #2 make a cute couple?<br />why not...no dark around the eyes though, sorry pirate.<br /><br />How about #18 and #4?<br />more than than they'll ever admit.<br /><br />What grade is #17 in?<br />13th<br />When was the last time you talked to #12?<br />a little while ago<br />What is #6's favorite band?<br />shit... i dont know, probably the fucking eagles or something.<br /><br />Does #1 have any siblings?<br />yeah<br /><br />Would you ever date #3?<br />he'd have to be a bottom though...not gay though, sorry.<br /><br />Would you ever date #7?<br />as tempting as a big muscular korean man may be, still not gay.<br /><br />Is #16 single?<br />i think so<br /><br />What's #15's last name?<br />smith<br /><br />What's #10's middle name?<br />elizabeth i think...i swear, i could just guess that and probably be right, every fucking girl has that name.<br /><br />What's #5's favorite thing to do?<br />i'm gonna go into ultimate stating the obvious and guess playing drums.<br /><br />Is #13 hot?<br />rachel sure thinks so.<br /><br />Would #14 and #19 make a good couple?<br />no, no and uh whats that word? no.<br /><br />What school does #20 go to?<br />the school of life, or whatever you get taught by having to deal with my shit every day.<br /><br />Tell me a random fact about #11.<br />there is no way you can hear her say the words "cox cable" and not laugh.<br /><br />And #1.<br />i read the tabloids at work today...poor blonde girl that got killed in aruba, and OMG what was lindsay lohan WEARRRING?!?!<br /><br />And #3.<br />he's an eagle scout.<br /><br />Have you ever had a crush on #15?<br />i'll refer you back to the not gay part.<br /><br />Where does #9 live?<br />casa de bass familia<br /><br />What's #4's favorite color?<br />i have no idea....it'll probably involve the word "cunt"<br /><br />Would you make out with #14?<br />there are some fates worse than death, that would be one of them.<br /><br />Are #5 and #6 best friends?<br />not really<br /><br />Does #7 like #20?<br />yes<br /><br />Does #8 like #19?<br />i'm sure he does...*angers at that thought*<br /><br />How did you meet #2?<br />7th grade....all history after that isnt it?<br /><br />How did you meet #18?<br />he came to the lunch table and said a bunch of stupid shit one day.<br /><br />Does #10 have any pets?<br />yeah.<br /><br />Is #12 older than you?<br />a few years<br /><br />Is #17 the sexiest person alive, or what?!<br />well, he was a mr. beautiful finalist as i wasnt soo...<br /><br />Would you do #2?<br />i dought it<br /><br />How do #1 and #7 get along?<br />really well, old chow chow's fine by me.<br /><br />Use 2 adjectives to describe #11.<br />charming, funny as fuck.<br /><br />If #4 and #17's had a love child together, what would it look like?<br />i dont even want to consider that though<br /><br />If #15 were an action figure, what would its special action be?<br />seeming way too smart to be at assorted party situations.<br /><br />If you were stranded on an island with #13, how long before you would go insane?<br />probably a while, unless rachels there.<br /><br />If a movie were being made about #12's life, and it were casted by #8, who would play #12?<br />he'd probably make it be the girl from "the girl next door" and make him the guy who gets to do her. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:2356 2005-07-24T04:24:40Z 2005-07-24T04:24:40Z its been a while hasnt it? i havent been up to that much honestly. just assorted stupidity and irresponsibility briefly interrupted by moments of innocence and harmony...the usual. today was a good day, i rode down to the n.o. with gary the chu and purchased my new favorite things: my ALL ANALOG recording studio. its components are as follows: korg 4 track tape machine, behringer 12 track 2 buss mixer, 3 sennheiser ribbon microphones, and assorted stands and cords. the world is really big you know? today i was watching PBS and i saw a guy who was like the most mindblowing musician ever, and i'd NEVER HEAR OF HIM! imagine that! it really can be kinda discouraging though because it seems like a delusion to think what late night shit i record in here is gonna get heard, but at the same time, it CAN be done. sgt. peppers was recorded on a 4 track. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:2131 2005-07-06T19:05:26Z 2005-07-06T19:05:26Z MILTON BERLES PENIS...minta swears she found some random girl's LJ thats description was milton berles penis. we've been trying to find it, but we cant. i think she made it up, which is still pretty funny. i was having a dilemma earlier today, but it resolved itself, good i guess. if any of you can find milton berles penis the journal, i'll give you a dollar. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:1934 2005-07-04T15:52:35Z 2005-07-04T15:52:35Z well everyone, it appears i've truly entered the riduculous, and extremely homosexual world of the internet full force, as of right now, i'm in an ONLINE argument with a middleaged woman on some girl's dead journal. thanks a lot al gore, this is the BEST INVENTION EVER...cunt. deadjournal.com/users/silvenspell<br /><br />its the one that has 9 or 10 replies urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:1720 2005-06-30T17:29:18Z 2005-06-30T17:29:18Z well, yesterday was pretty fun. it started with practicing for my upcoming show at the mudbog (saturday july 2nd. 5:30 p.m.) if you're wondering. as soon as that ended i proceeded to mix up a really big 7&7 on my way to dougie's house. that was where the fun started. it was just me and chow chow in the minivan this time, but hey, its the FOUNDING FATHERS. we stopped at some store where i severely overpaid for a pack of camel filters, dougie mixed up a whiskey and coke, and we set our sights on the yune. i'm not gonna go into the lineup of the crew that night and so on, as daniel will surely do that, and do a much better job than me since he still had motor skills most of the night. i mostly just sat back and talked with everyone, and drank, and drank. i've found that as long as you're a charming drunk bastard, people will do essentially anything for you. i got to be treated like a really rich 3 year old. people got my shoes for me, put my cigarettes in my pocket, wiped tacos off of me, and drove me car. so, for that, thanks a lot. i acquired a few surfboards from a buccaneer so i figured i could extend the fun of the night a little bit. we all drove out to a really bitchin spot that i'll never remember how to get to again. the only downside was that there was a lot of really MEAN fire ants. i fell right into a pile and got up hopping around and cursing right as jason drove up, so he probably thought we were all dropping acid or something. it was a very 70's communal type scene, 10 peopel in the back of a truck looking at the stars and surfing. i had a few comedic gems from that night, most of which came from garrick (of course) but i said one good one, at one point i declared jesse's truck a sovereign island nation built upon the ideals of buttsex and alcohol for everyone, so if you're in the neighborhood, its the maroon Z71, get your lube and a bottle of booze and go at it.<br /><br />love, <br />astronaut jones urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:1487 2005-06-25T05:00:54Z 2005-06-25T05:00:54Z johnny thunders and the heartbreakers: pirate love<br />yardbirds: heart full of soul, psycho daisies, shapes of things<br />jeff beck group: i aint superstious<br />hank williams sr: ramblin man<br />jimmie rodgers: waiting for a train<br />the beatles: blackbird, helter skelter<br />the who: a quick one while he's away (live at leeds)<br />kings of leon: four kicks<br />leadbelly: bourgeous blues<br />muddy waters: still a fool<br />the stooges: ann<br />the white stripes: mr. cellophane<br />slick rick and doug e. fresh: lodi dodi<br />the paul butterfield blues band: born in chicago<br />john mayall's bluesbreakers with eric clapton: all the lonely years<br />the cramps: i was a teenage werewolf<br />the misfits: american nightmare<br />blind willie johnson: dark was the night<br />bukka white: special streamline<br />buddy guy: five long years<br />duane allman: goin down slow<br /><br />all of these songs will rip your face off in one way or another, trust me.<br />i invite everyone who reads this to reply with their version of the same list, but if the songs are gay, i'll make fun of your bitch ass. <br /><br />love, <br />astronaut jones urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:1050 2005-06-24T17:11:15Z 2005-06-24T17:11:15Z ok, i just read the initial lineup for the next voodoo fest, and i must say, i'm really really excited. i only really have one thing to say: THE NEW YORK MOTHERFUCKING DOLLS!!! and the flaming lips, and queens of the stoneage, and this really awesome horn band that plays WAR PIGS as a horn piece. and billy idol. and nine inch nails. and cake. and my chemical romance. and ryan adams. and lcd sound system. and dan the automator of 1st gorillaz album fame. and in the "i dont like them but they're very famous right now" category: the secret machines, the bravery, the decemberists, louis XIV, brazilian girls, death from above 1979. oh yeah, and seth, joss stone is there. and heres a little 03 voodoo fest inside joke, WORLD LEADER PRETEND is gonna be there...maybe they'll be another confrontaion with their street team, who knows? and the one thing that isnt even definite but still rules all: theres a big gaping hole in the stripes touring schedule in october right now. couple that with reports that they're DEFINITELy coming to N.O...and there you have it. probably the most awesome voodoo fest yet. well, i know i'm definitely going now. <br /><br />love,<br />astronaut jones urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:841 2005-06-23T18:32:01Z 2005-06-23T18:32:01Z i've kind've had an epiphany. goals are pointless. and here is why. if you set a goal, you will make nothing but conscious decisions that you think will enable you to reach this goal, which will oftentimes go against natural instinct. if you dont set a goal, and just exist, you'll excede all the goals you were too smart to set. example: whenever i first got an electric guitar i said "within one year of getting this guitar i will be able to play the solo from "last nite"." i very quickly gave up on that goal, and then in much shorter than a year, i was able to play that, and a lot more other things on the guitar. instinct always beats ambition. you cant work hard enough to be natural. stop trying. the natural is always gonna win. he's gonna do your girlfriend and get that promotion. you'll hate him. by completely giving into instinct, you'll allow yourself to be the natural. you dont ask a fish how it swims, you dont ask a bird how it flies, you dont ask how willy wonka makes his candy. they just DO. i feel completely opposite to most of society on this topic. i've always felt that hard work just cheapens an achievement, it makes it seem forced, like that kid who always tried really hard to be cool but never was. just stop trying to be what you think you should be, and be what you're supposed to be. but what do i know, i'm sitting here killing time until i get to go put stuff on shelves at a grocery store for the rest of the night. maybe i was wrong.<br /><br />love,<br />astronaut jones urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:606 2005-06-22T05:09:36Z 2005-06-22T05:09:36Z i'd like to address a recent topic thats been on the mind of astronaut jones...how its possible that every majority maintains its power by fabricating the myth that its members are persecuted. the obvious choice, which i'll focus on is our old buddies, white christians.<br /><br /> i've never claimed to be the foremost christian historian, so anyone out there more knowledgable than me, please answer this question. when is the last time that white christians were LEGITIMATELY persecuted anywhere but saudi arabia or the fucking sunni triangle? the truth is is that the only way to perpetually rally the troops is to project a losing fight. the religious right simply uses the mistruth that christians are persecuted to keep the poor blue collar people, who actually want to do what they believe is right and christlike, onboard for the ride. nevermind that you cant afford your kid's prescriptions, nevermind that your job at the plant just went to hell, nevermind that the only way junior is going to college is by maybe getting his head cut off in iraq, the liberals are trying to get rid of JEEESUSSS. being a white christian is like the easiest thing in the world. people need to realize that the religious right movement is pretty much the most dangerous thing to happen politically since, and yes i know how fucking played out this is, nazism. because now, instead of dirty jewish bankers poisoning the well of the perfect aryans, its sodomites and "anti americans" persecuting the poor white christians. this honestly hurts me, because i see people i really respect get caught up in this, people who are smart, honest, hard working americans economically fucking themselves because of their misled commitment to a falsified cause. to put this into perspective, every time i've taken a break from typing, i've being playing air-bass to the who "live at leeds"<br /><br />love, <br />astronaut jones urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:peupty_pantss:380 2005-06-21T19:35:06Z 2005-06-21T19:35:06Z who's a big baby? WAAAH WAHHH and so it begins, my first real venture into the 21st century. blogging right? well, if its good enough for ann coulter, its good enough for me. i'm not really sure why i have one of these things, i have apparently been quoted before as saying "everyone with a livejournal is gay"...soo, sorry to about 3 people, and for the rest of you, you're still gay. i really just want to use this as a forum to spread me and my friends sophomoric humor to another frontier, its media saturation of dick and giney jokes if you will. i have no real complaints in life i suppose, so that makes this pretty unlikely. i would say that only a little bit of a dry spell with the fairer sex as of late as the only thing, but i'm on fucking LIVEJOURNAL.COM for christssakes...do you think every motherfucker who's typing morrissey lyrics for his fatass girlfriend is getting blown like he's backstage at the source awards? i think not. since when is fat joe called "joey crack"? i like how people in the media can get a new identity and then swear it was there all along. just like RICK shroeder and JOSEPH lawrence. do they honestly think that people think "well, you no longer have a vowel sound to end your name, we'll definitely take you seriously, heres the lead in the new spielberg movie"...if so someone should suggest "paul shore"...he'd win an oscar. since you cant reference drugs on mtv it must be a joke about him being fat and always being able to see fat guys buttcracks.