Jets to Brazil are like really good, I'm realizing. I cried watching a slideshow of cats while "Cat Heaven" played and then I cried again last night thinking about the song. Something must be wrong with me. I think I might have found my true second love to punk music and that is whatever you call the music that The Weakerthans and Jets to Brazil play. I'd call it indie, but I don't think it's indie. Indie is something else to me...maybe it's a brand of indie. Whatever it is, it makes me cry. It's probably just "emo," because I'd put Jawbreaker and Bright Eyes in the same category (sometimes). I can deal with original emo, as I've said before. In fact, original emo, also as I've said before, is one of my very favorite kinds of music. If Weezer's Pinkerton, The Weakerthans, Jawbreaker, and Jets to Brazil are "emo," (though I'm pretty sure none of those bands would call themselves emo bands) then I'm in love with emo. I'm simply a record on repeat when saying things like this, but I only fall more and more in love with the genre--the genre which probably doesn't really exist anymore. Being an emo band involves too much perfect hair and wrist-cutting stereotypes and MySpace pages for me to get into any modern ones. That, and their music really isn't as good in any way. The term "emo" came from the lyrics being very emotional, not from cutting wrists and blacking eyes.
Anyway, I'm really done talking about that for now. I'm sure I'll find another amazing "emo" band soon and tell you about how much I love them.
Let me get something in the open...umm...I really really appreciate people like Alex who can manage to be Christians and not bug me about it, listen to what I have to say, and let me know what they have to say in a fashion that doesn't make me want to bomb a small town. See? I even capitalized Christians for him. If you show me respect, I'll capitalize your letters...which brings me to my next subject. God. God, if he exists, must read my blog and really thinks it's funny to make everything I say true in a way that makes me miserable...or something. It's not a big deal, I guess...I actually kind of laugh when things go wrong at this point. Anyway, as I said the other day: whatever I write on here in terms of plans for the future goes completely wrong and backwards. So I kind of tested god by saying "Well, here are my plans for this week. Let's see if you can ruin them. I want to...record vocals tomorrow! (This being said on Sunday.)" So what happened yesterday? Jason got the "flu" again (I'm not sure how often he's actually sick and how often he's high or something) and we did not record shit. However, he quit his job, so things like him not having us record because he was to wake up early the next day (as what happened on Sunday) won't happen anymore. No matter what god/God does to me, I know that everything is going to be okay in the end. I've lived long enough to figure that out on my own. This album is eventually going to be finished, no matter how many detours it takes, and it's going to be fucking amazing. End of the story.
So faith is not something I specialize in, but I definitely have faith in myself and in that I know that everything will be okay as long as I believe, because as long as I believe it, I'll work harder to reach it and won't take "No, fuck you" for an answer. I respect anyone that believes what they truly believe and who respects what I believe at the same time. So thanks, to all of you who apply, for being yourself. Unless, that is, you believe in like burning black people or being a Nazi, then it's kind of an issue.
To get back to my moment of inspiration to get shit done for myself on Sunday, I called the DMV yesterday to find out when they're open and what I need to take with me when I go to take my driver's test. They told me I need another school enrollment form. Now getting that, for me, usually takes about a month for me to pick one up and another two months to turn it in to the office signed. Well, I'll have you know, that I picked up a form first thing this morning at school, filled it out, and turned it in to the office by lunch time. Some big changes a'comin'. New president in a week! How fucking rad is that? I want to not go to school in celebration, but that's not gonna happen. We'll celebrate at my birthday party next weekend.
Hey, I might look and act and be depressed right now, but inside, I'm genuinely very happy. Go ahead and ruin that for me, you sum'bitch christ-y-thing.