| "Official Statement on Participation
Listen to Slayer at full blast in your car.
Listen to Slayer at full blast in your home.
Listen to Slayer at full blast at your place of employment.
Listen to Slayer at full blast in any public place you prefer.
DO
NOT use headphones! The objective of this day is for everyone within
earshot to understand that it is the National Day of Slayer. National
holidays in America aren't just about celebrating; they're about
forcing it upon non-participants.
Taking that participation to a problematic level
Stage a "Slay-out." Don't go to work. Listen to Slayer.
Have
a huge block party that clogs up a street in your neighborhood. Blast
Slayer albums all evening. Get police cruisers and helicopters on the
scene. Finish with a full-scale riot.
Spray paint Slayer logos on churches, synagogues, or cemeteries.
Play Slayer covers with your own band (since 99% of your riffs are stolen from Slayer anyway).
Kill the neighbor's dog and blame it on Slayer."
...heh.
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| "Loaded like a freight train
Flyin' like an aeroplane
Feelin' like a space brain
One more time tonight..."
I think I'm on one of those...'been sick for three days and need to fire off some energy' moods.
Weeeeeeee...!
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| Man, I sure am glad the week's over. Sheesh.
Just one o' dem weeks. Ah well. It happens.
Haha, it's funny how I always complain about how lame Xanga is, even as I'm writing a post. That's me for you. Heh.
But yeah. Xanga sucks.
Anyways. I might actually be motivated to keep a blog...if anything
worth talking about ever happened in my life. And yet, somehow, I never
stop talking. Hmm...
...sometimes I just like to sit and ponder. While I'm writing a post...? Probably not a good combination. Haha.
"Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale,
the pills that kill and take the pain away
Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot
see inside yours and mine
When I'm hiding, when I need it, it lets me
breathe, for our handle on this life, I don't believe
this time
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrists
To prove I'll try again...
Try to die again,
try to live through this night
Try to die again..."
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| Hey all.
So I've been back for like a week. Most of you probably didn't know I
was gone. I certainly didn't. Ha, just kidding. So this whole Xanga
thing kinda sucks right about now. But at the moment I'd rather do
pretty much anything than the ever looming homework pile i have to swim
through tonight. Ooooh well.
So now that I've established the complete idiocity and worthlessness of this post, I think I'll go.
"...I wanna rock n' roll all night...and party everyday..."
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