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[23 Jan 2008|10:09pm] |
Hey guys. I changed my blog. Sorry. It's called Low-Lives and High-Fives. It has all the old entries and comments from my LiveJournal but I won't be updating this one anymore. Sorry. There's a story on there right now that can't be found on my LiveJournal. It involves mustaches, naked girls, toxic waste, and it's all true. I'm not joking.
Also, I started working on my screenplay. It's called "Nobody's Darlings" and it's about a bicycle gang. Well, it's about these kids that drink beer, eat fried chicken, fight each other, and ride bicycles. If you wanna be involved with it (we'll start filming in late spring/early summer) then get into contact with me!
Tell all your friends.
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[13 Jan 2008|11:34am] |
January 13, 2008, 11:29
School starts tomorrow! I wish it was still winter break and I was sitting under a bridge with Helen doing nothing.
Madeline Adams and Nana Grizol are goin' to Austin during spring break for SXSW. I hope they play Houston before or after that or else I'd be forced to skip a week of school and drive to Austin to see them because I don't have a spring break this year.
Friday was a pretty good day to end the week before school starts up again. Morgan and I went to the grocery store and bought a bunch of candy and sat in the car in the parking lot at school and ate it all.
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[06 Jan 2008|11:45am] |
January 06, 2008, 11:38
This break has been pretty great. Helen came down from Massachusetts to hang out with me and Ryan, then with me and David. I met up with Dano at a warehouse to see one of the greatest shows I've ever been to where I sold some merch for B., saw Grant Olney play his first North American show in a long time, chanted "HAIL SATAN" with a biker holding a 10 foot tall burning cross, saw Adrienne for one last time before we both part ways forever, and later saw a stripper.
And one night Layne called me at 1 AM out of the blue and we went out to eat at House of Pies and then we drove to Galveston. We got to Galveston, sat on the sea wall for 10 minutes, then got back in the car and drove home.
Last night I went out against my will to Agora where I ran into Felipe and Derya and Franny and Masha. I haven't seen those kids in a long time. Later I took photobooth pictures with Andrew Sainz and Arie and Leah Gilman. I've decided to get a tattoo of Arie, but I don't have enough money to buy a new bike, a speaker cabinet, and a tattoo. This is going to be a tuff year.
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[19 Dec 2007|03:52am] |
December 19, 2007, 03:51
Am I the only person that still updates their LiveJournal? I sure hope not 'cause then I'd be a loser.
Phở is one of the best foods ever made. I think it's my favorite food to eat. However, my favorite phở restaurant closed down some time ago. It was called Phở Cong Ly and then later Phở Tien Anh. It was on 2600 Travis St, right in the heart of downtown. Phở Cong Ly was the greatest restaurant to ever exist. Their chopsticks were always dirty, their tabletops had no tablecloths and they never washed them down, the floor was gray and faded brown because of all the dirt, the windows were covered in dust, and there was this really old Vietnamese waiter guy with a tattoo of an anchor on his left arm. They had the best phở in the world. I never had a bowl of phở since that place closed down. Does anyone recommend a GOOD phở place around downtown or southeast Houston? And, if possible, it is NOT Phở Saigon. And even more importantly, is one of the waiters a really old guy with a tattoo of an anchor?
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[14 Dec 2007|07:50pm] |
December 14, 2007, 19:58
My school is amazing. Today at school, I showed up at 10 AM, checked in, walked outside and played the banjo for about 2 hours, walked inside and talked to Welsley for about an hour, walked outside and watched a soccer game for about a half hour, and then went home.
This week was crazy. This sophomore at school invited me to her birthday party so I asked her if my band could play and she was really excited and then I told her that I could probably get another band to play and she got even more excited. The Storybook Weavers only play 3-4 shows a year because of an article I read in the Houston Press a while back and that guy Bucky said local bands should only play 3-4 shows a year, max. Stupid, I know. But I thought a house show would be an awesome way to end the year. I ask the Wild Moccasins to play and they say yeah so everything's cool. I make fliers, show the Wild Moccasins and they like it so I print them out and Xerox 80 copies and we start inviting our friends. As anybody knows, optimistically, roughly 10% of flier recipients actually go to shows. So I pass out about 50 fliers around the school. The next day, the girl calls me screaming because she found out I made 80 fliers and the fliers said we were accepting $1-$6 donations. She thought 80 people were going to show up to her house and we were going to keep the donations for ourselves. I tried to tell her only about 10-15 people would come because of the Storybook Weavers and only 10-15 would come because of the Wild Moccasins and we were going to give her the donations but she wouldn't let me talk. She told me that none of the bands could play and I didn't want to argue with her because she was pissed so I said alright. I call up Cody from the Wild Moccasins and tell him the deal and he says we should just cancel the show to avoid trouble. Both of us start making phone calls and emails telling everyone the show is canceled. About 2 hours after we work twice as hard unpromoting the show, the girl calls me up again apologizing and she let me explain everything. After that, she asked me if the bands could still play. I told her no because I spent a week promoting a show and then two hours unpromoting a show and calling up people I don't even know to personally tell them the show is canceled and then having to explain to everyone why so FUCK NO I AM NOT GOING TO PROMOTE A SHOW, UNPROMOTE A SHOW, THEN PROMOTE A SHOW AGAIN. Punk rock fuckin' sucks.
Harrison Smith asked me, "How far do you live from the Warehouse?"
I replied, "About 2.4 miles."
He said, "Wow. I didn't expect you to be that precise."
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[05 Dec 2007|09:42pm] |
December 05, 2007, 21:37
It's been a long time since I last had a decent update. I really hoped that would never ever happen because I've been keeping up with this thing since I was 12 years old and I think it'd be neat if I were able to keep it for even longer. I think I've been neglecting the internet journal for my paper journal but now I'm neglecting the paper journal. Finals are coming up and after that I get 2 weeks to forget about school. I'm really looking forward to the break because the last few months have been pretty strange. Not strange in a scary kind of way but strange in a way where you discover something new that you've never seen before or you'd never expect. For example, I shaved my head and then acquired a taste for 3-piece suits. Too bad I'm quittin' it all by January. Hopefully.
I've been thinking about the girls I like and how they all resemble 12 year old boys (I may have told you this before) and that is pretty fuckin creepy so I've been thinking about quitting that, too. But I don't think I can quit. It's like how there's no cure for pedophiles. I'm a sick fuck! Someone help me!
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[18 Nov 2007|09:20pm] |
November 18, 2007 21:09
On Friday I went to Chloe Dao's Lot 8 fashion show at Hotel ZaZa. I guess it was kind of exclusive. I hung out with the models in the hair and wardrobe rooms, mostly. One of the models I met just turned 13 and she was like 5'7", about my height. Another model I met was only 15. She looked 21. They all wore heels and they got up to like 6' tall and it was ridiculous. I watched a lot of models use double stick tape to have their boobs adhere to their open chested wardrobes so the wouldn't blow'em open.
I was sitting in the hotel room with around 12 models and Chloe came in to announce that hair, makeup, and wardrobe surprisingly finished one full hour before they had to walk on the runway so she told them all to stand up if they were were already changed into the show's wardrobes to avoid wrinkles. All the models stood up and after a few minutes, Chloe said that the show wasn't going to start until a pretty long time so she decided that all the wardrobes should be steamed again. So without any warning, all the models around me started getting naked. I didn't know what to do; it was so surreal. Why would a 17 year old boy be surrounded by naked models in a posh hotel room?
Life is pretty fucking great.
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[21 Oct 2007|11:26pm] |
October 21, 2007, 23:26
Watch my genius 16mm film!
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[20 Oct 2007|02:41am] |
October 20, 2007, 2:33
Boy howdy that was quite a week.
In other news, SugarHill Recording Studios has recently notified me and Scott Johnstone that we have 2 hours of free recording time at their facilities. That means the Storybook Weavers will work in a studio that has seen the likes of Jandek, Destiny's Child, Ted Nugent, Willie Nelson, the Rolling Stones, Red Krayola, the 13th Floor Elevators, and Old Time Hammer. The 17th year of being alive has been the most hilarious year filled with the most ridiculously undeserving awesome opportunities.
Also, dear anonymous commenter that commented on my picture of Morgan in the back of a pickup truck, can you tell me who you are? I promise I won't be mad! I'm just curious.
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[16 Oct 2007|11:55pm] |
October 16, 2007, 23:54
If any of you were wondering what I did at the age of 13, then I did a lot of this and a lot of this.
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[14 Oct 2007|05:45pm] |
October 14, 2007, 17:44
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[13 Oct 2007|12:37am] |
October 13, 2007, 00:36
I almost fell out of the flatbed of a truck going 40 mi/hr this afternoon. Also, I saw a rabbit!
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[12 Oct 2007|02:40am] |
October 12, 2007, 2:40
Spending lazy afternoons watching the television biography of Evel Knievel in bed with Morgan Shelburne and then helping her pick out shoes and earrings is the only way lazy afternoons should ever be spent.
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[07 Oct 2007|06:58pm] |
October 7, 2007, 18:58
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[05 Oct 2007|09:21pm] |
October 5, 2007, 21:11
This week's been pretty nice. I've spent so much money going out to eat at lunch. Morgan's been really nice because she's been driving me and JB places every day. But one day we needed to go to Academy because she needed bolts for her longboard and I needed a sleeping bag so JB said we should go to Academy because we could find all those things there. When we got to Academy, JB told us that he lied and there wasn't any longboard bolts there and Morgan got really upset. She started kicking and screaming at him and stuff. I needed a sleeping bag so we went into Academy anyway, but Morgan grabbed my sleeve and made me run off with her away from JB in attempt to lose him. Then she crawled into a portable pet crate. She's such a little kid sometimes.
I got to teach a physics class today but it went horribly. Not in the wobbly-collapsing-bridge horribly but the this-is-not-important-so-I'll-just-do-whatever-I-want! horribly. So it actually went well!
I've eaten so many kolaches and donuts this week it's ridiculous.
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[28 Sep 2007|11:55pm] |
September 28, 2007, 23:55
Life's been reaaaaaal good so far. Unfortunately, not everyone's life is like mine.
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[27 Sep 2007|06:02pm] |
September 27, 2007, 18:02
Harrison Smith came up to me a few days ago and told me he spent all his history class reading my blog. He thinks I live a life far more wild and interesting than he does. What a nice compliment, he sure knows how to make a kid's day worthwhile.
Morgan and JB have been having a tough time doing their physics homework. I took physics last year but my teacher was pretty good and this year they have Dr. Ficht. In my spare time I go to his class and sometimes he lets me teach. I love teaching science because I have no idea what I'm talking about most of the time. I showed Morgan my old journal from 8th grade and she was sad that she wasn't in it. I told her that I didn't know her in the 8th grade. Then she said "But JB is in it!" and then I reminded her that I've known JB for 6 years. She should read this blog because she's in it everywhere.
I've been going out to eat with Adrienne and Fletcher and the rest of the kids. I never buy anything, though.
Last night was the worst night of my life. Andrew called me up and told me Tim Barry was playing at Walter's so he came over to my house and picked me up. We missed our exit on the freeway so we just took the next exit to turn around. That exit we took was a trap! There was an impossible stop sign on the exit of the freeway and it is physicall impossible to slow from 55 mph to a stop in 8 seconds so we had no choice but to slide through it. Of course, a cop was waiting for us to run that ridiculous stop sign so he took about 20 minutes to write the ticket. We were already late. We asked the cop how to get to Walter's and he gave us the wrong directions. By the time we got to Walter's, Tim Barry was playing his last song, Avoiding Catatonic Surrender. It's a short song so we just wait by the door to listen to it as we tell Jeff our story. He told us that was probably the worst thing he had ever heard. But then the night gets even worse. Ryan Chavez, the guy who helped book the show, told us that if we wanted to stand by the door we had to pay him $10 each. There's no way we were gonna pay him $20 to stand by the backdoor for 2 minutes so we just left. We got to the show and we couldn't even stay for the one last short song. What a horrible night.
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[22 Sep 2007|02:47pm] |
September 22, 2007, 14:47
I met this girl named Welsley last week. I think she's a sophomore but if not then she's a freshman. Welsley is such a nice name. Welsley Welsley Welsley. She probably thinks I'm a creep for saying her name outloud so much at school. If any of you know me, you'll know that I only have 2 classes a day but I absolutely love going to school so I'll stay for for all 8 hours every day instead of the regular 4 hours. Mr. Ostroff supervises the last period of study hall every Tuesday and Thursday and I usually go in there to shoot the breeze with Mr. Ostroff or brag about my wild adventures to the geeky underclassmen. One day I was bragging about how a millionaire randomly drove me home on a Sunday afternoon to this sophomore kid Adam and then I stopped and saw this blonde girl sitting alone at the back table. I asked him why he never talked to her and he said "because I don't know her." It was quite obvious that he was afraid of girls. Well the next study hall came on Thursday and I thought it would be hilarious if I got her to sit with Adam and see how awkward it would be for him so I asked her to sit at our regular table and we got to talking. Adam came by and said he had to go retake a math test. So the blonde girl and I got to talking. She's Welsley. She's pretty cool. She really likes ballet and plays and murder mystery dinners. Then I learned that her older brother was Wayne White! Wayne White was this kid from my elementary school and middle school who thought he was a rapper/gangster but in reality he was a short frecklefaced redhead with pale skin with very wealthy parents. He was a ginger. I exclaimed "WAYNE WHITE?! HAHA OH MAN" so much after she told me her brother was Wayne that I think she got scared. She started blushing after I reminded her of how he had cornrows back in middle school. Haha oh man Wayne White. Welsley and Wayne are such opposites.
Last night was the St. Jude's benefit at Notsuoh. I didn't really plan on coming but Casey from Fire Team Charlie asked me to come take pictures for their album and I couldn't say no to that offer. The first two acts were just these solo coffee shop acts with really pretty sounding voices and pretty guitar and pretty piano. Alekos came by on his bike and stayed for a while. We got to talkin'. Elaine Greer was next. She has such nice songs. I feel bad for never saying hi to her even though I played my first show with her. I'm such a jerk. And then Fire Team Charlie played and all the old people left because I guess Fire Team Charlie played too loud and too fast.
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[14 Sep 2007|08:39pm] |
September 14, 2007, 20:39
Fletcher drove me and Harrison to lunch on Tuesday in his dirty mud truck. It's the worst truck in the world but Harrison and I did enjoy Fletcher's recklessness. Especially when he slammed down his accelerator as we went over bumps.
Wednesday, Morgan flagged me down during lunch and asked me if I knew where JB was. I told her I didn't know so I went with her to go look for him. We found him eating alone in his truck in the parking lot, hidden by low branches. He was wearing a suit and had a pigeon's feather in his ear instead of an earring. It was disgusting but he laughed it off when I told him that. I don't know why he was eating alone in his truck like that but he wasn't mad or sad or angry. JB is never mad or sad. Morgan invited me to sit in the back of JB's cab and joined them for lunch in the truck. It was cramped. Remember that time I slept in JB's truck? Of course you do. Boy did that suck.
Yesterday, Morgan drove me and JB to Jamba Juice. When we got in there, we didn't know what to get. Cody, the cashier, recommended the Banana Berry with a green caffeine boost. I told him I'd take one. I paid him in 2-dollar bills and he didn't know where to put them in the cash register. Morgan wasn't paying attention to what I ordered because she was still reading the menu. I got my drink and Morgan ordered a Banana Berry as well. She was drinking mine while her drink was being made and she asked me what I got. I told her I got a Banana Berry and she got really really upset because she also ordered a Banana Berry and she yelled at Cody. Cody is a bastard. He thinks he's soooooo cool just because he works at Jamba Juice but he's not cool. He's not cool at all. HE SUCKS. I'm glad I paid him in 2-dollar bills because it was slightly inconvenient. Haha take that Cody. Thats what you get.
I also learned that the stranger that offered me a ride home (and which I accepted) on Sunday is a millionaire. No joke. I was telling the story at school and Charles actually knows the guy because they're neighbors. The guy that drove me home is the CEO of A-Rocket Moving and Storage, based here in Houston. I Googled his name to confirm it and it's true. That probably explains why he had a giant house and two men washing 5 brand new cars in his driveway.
I think I saw Casey from Fire Team Charlie at HCC West Loop. I'm not 100%, though.
Here are some pictures I found on my camera (I didn't take most of them, maybe 3 at most):
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[11 Sep 2007|08:06pm] |
September 11, 2007, 20:06
Jacob Breier told me that Cecilia saw me this weekend. He said that she said that I was sitting in the kitchen taking pictures of people. This is true, but I've never met Cecilia in my life! Somehow she knows who I am. I hope she isn't reading this. She probably thinks I'm a creep!
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