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Kazoo Christmas

Nothing quite says “Merry Christmas” like jazzy renditions of beloved Holiday songs being played on a neon-pink kazoo.

(If you disagree with the above statement, we will beat you down with a large candy cane.)

So to appease your longing desire to hear wonderful holiday music coming from a horrendously cheap and poorly-made plastic instrument, I’ve decided to make a few videos. As we get closer to Christmas, I will post some more holiday-themed kazoo songs (feel free to request your favorites!).

Enjoy! AND THANKS FOR HELPING US REACH 2,000 HITS! 😀

Remember: Less Cowbell, More Kazoo.

– Will

Christmas Wishes…And Threats

birfday?

it’s only friday. i still have two more  days, but i already feel it. my friend molly got me a necklace, some nail polish and eyeliner, and a zebra wallet with a bow. i’ll post pictures after i get everything else. 🙂 today, i spent the 40 dollar check my gramma sent me early on a pretty random outfit, that i feel works for me. what i’m not okay with is my constant shifting attitude. every twenty minutes i want someone to pay attention, and then i get sick of the world and want to be very very alone. ideas?

love, kelci

ISS?

I do not deserve this. the things that aren’t my fault:

  1. the three-way traffic into the school being a mile long when i got there, the same time i always do.
  2. my mom is a teacher, and therefore uses that to somehow enforce that she won’t call me in 5 minutes late to school.
  3. the parking ouside of the school is nuts. i have at least a 5-minute walk from the closest spot i could get. why won’t i buy a parking pass? I don’t know where the money is going. the wide-screen TVs that are strategically placed to block the busiest intersections, making me late, and landing me here? i think NOT. wouldn’t you wanna take care of the asbestos first? i suppose my priorities are a little more in check. and i’m not in charge. my bad.

the things that are my fault:

  1. I went back to my house after i left to turn off all our lights to save my mom some money, she’s been complaining about bills.
  2. i took a little bit longer getting ready today, because i was trying to look good for a guy i’m not having lunch with anymore. my luck, right?

and so now i’m all splotch-faced in ISS because i cry like a baby when i’m pissed. and another rant against SD2: why are there teachers in the dean’s office? did the deans die? No. where are they? A BASKETBALL GAME. you would think at least one of them is supposed to stay here. being a dean takes some commitment to actually being at that school during school, doesn’t it? the irony that i was being lectured about responsibility kills me. I suppose i got a little “break” out of it. this is my 5th “R” (i don’t even know what that means) so technically, I should be at the truancy center. Instead, i’m staring at a terribly-painted mural (no offense, just in case, i’m really upset) in the cafeteria. oh boy!! i’m so overjoyed that i’m not doing the same exact thing at the truancy center… the “dean” said, “i’m actually glad you’re upset, because it shows you’re a good kid and you don’t want this.” WHY WOULD I WANT THIS?! thanks anyway, i guess. on the bright side, i can do homework, read, listen to music, write anything i want, and shut the heck up. i choose the alternative and look at the glass with two drops in it. i’m not going to lunch, i’m not getting asked out, i’m sure the fact that i had to cancel due to ISS makes me significantly more attractive, and i seriously look like a train hit me. this is humiliating.  i do have my birthday to look forward to, though. i’ll be celebrating without my grampa, since he’s dead. i have to celebrate seperately with my mom, dad, and brother, because they’re divorced and he moved out. within the same week. i’ll probably be able to go to sushi for dinner, but it’ll be silent or small-talk, because none of us ever want to say anything. did i mention it’s on a monday? i don’t want any presents from anyone, i just want my family and my life back. It’s freezing in here. then again, i have the average body temperature of a lizard. I cannot believe the conversations i had last night. my big brother told me he loves me, i’m the perfect sister, fun to be around, don’t let others influence me, and he’s proud of who i am. did you hear that? he’s proud. that went from 0-60 in a flash. I guess he always laughs at my jokes and we get along alright, but that was really mushy for him. it’s really nice to hear from anyone. my good friend said he wanted to date me, my best friend told me he’s impressed with me for handling all the stuff i do handle, and that he’s not giving up. and now i’m here. figures.

the above post was written this morning in ISS because i REALLY needed to blow off some steam. not mocking any of the ridiculous stuff i put down is appreciated.

so that’s my day. oh, and i can’t go to the art museum with joshua after school, because my mom won’t let me. *THUMBS UP, WORLD!!*

Winter binge.

nom. so i’m a very musically inclined person, and during the winter it only gets worse because i hate being outside in the cold. i also hate sunlight and fresh air. that was a joke, for the readers who now think i’m a hermit..

anyway. i’ve been getting into a lot of mellow stuff, like *cringe* will. (i want to do this!) Andrew Bird’s album Weather Systems has been a favorite of mine since march, and I just got back into some music from my childhood, the soundtrack of the piano. apparently it’s a movie from 1993. i’ve never seen it, but my mom plays the songs all the time and i love them.  I also recently purchased Frank sinatra’s greatest hits album. NOM NOM NOM. he has the same birthday as me, fun fact. (DECEMBER 13 SEVEN DAYS ZOMG)

on a more hardcore note, i’ve gotten back into System of a down, thanks to my good friend, Jeremy Hicks.  some goodies i’ve added recently are:

  • ghosts n stuff- Deadmau5
  • feeling good- My brightest diamond
  • the green gentleman- P!atd
  • planetary (GO!)- My Chemical Romance
  • Envy is Dangerous- Raised Fist
  • That’s life- Frank Sinatra (HOMEBOOOOOOOOOOOOY)
  • We are all we have- the casualties (thanks opus)
  • Erase me- kid cudi
  • sledgehammer- Peter Gabriel
  • Rant- Bo Burnham (it’s all about the catholic church and i FREAKING LOVE IT)
  • all to all- broken social scene
  • we called it america- NOFX
  • beep- the pussycat dolls (this song makes me cry from laughing so hard)
  • don’t hold back- the sleeping
  • statues of ourselves- Semi Precious Weapons (these guys opened for gaga and they’re so ridiculous.)
  • Doo Dah Doo Doo- Tim and Eric. it’s unsettling how much this song reminds me of something my friends would do.

happy hint: THE SNOW MOVES WITH YOUR MOUSE!! i made opie bring it back for my own guilty pleasure… 😉 that’s all folks, my next post may or may not be before my birthday, but you can sure as heck look forward to pictures of everything i rake in!

love, Kelci

“Well, today sucked.”

Today was a horrid day. I woke up late for school, which caused me to leave late, which caused me to rush out of the house, which caused me to back up fast and trade paint my dad’s driver-side door. This led to me singing a chorus of “F*ck! F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, I am so F*CKED!” as I ran to examine the damage. Initially it appeared that I had only left a slight red scratch on his door (and scuffed the lower part of the Focus’s bumper… poor Focus), but apparently* I also managed to dent it. It was a fantastic way to start the morning, folks. Fantastic…

As if that wasn’t enough, I got into a huge debate with a couple of my friends about something really stupid (and not worth mentioning at this point), and was told by some random girl at the table (who doesn’t know me very well) that she “…feels sorry for my future wife,” after hearing bits of this debate out of context.

That pissed me off. I was half-tempted to say, “What the f***! Who the hell are you to say something like that when you don’t even know who I am! Do you even know what we’re talking about? And do you realize how horrible that is to say to someone?”, but I didn’t. The “beezy” deserved it though. She really did.

Ironically, the topic we were debating involved saying nice things to people because it boosts their self-esteem. After that class, I felt like shit. I felt like the people who I was debating the aforementioned issue with thought that I was being a heartless ass, when in reality they just didn’t understand what I was trying to say. I’ll admit that I didn’t articulate my thoughts perfectly, but some people at the table understood what I was trying to say and agreed with me. [I’m honestly considering writing a post on the issue, simply because I feel so passionately about my viewpoint and I also feel that those who disagree with me simply don’t understand what I was trying to say.]

Lunch was better, but not exactly perfect. We got back to West late and I didn’t have time to actually eat my lunch before class started. I starved through fifth period and a few hours of work before I finally managed to eat the lunch I’d purchased during lunch-hour.

Work was also an unpleasant experience. I was stuck in the back for most of my shift, climbing up and down ladders, anxiously trying to finish the restocking process. After working my ass off in the back, I got to spend an hour of overtime on the floor working on folding tables, cleaning fitting rooms, and putting back merchandise that was left at the cash registers. When we were finally allowed to leave, we all rushed to the computers in the back to clock out. The time system was down though, and we were all forced to manually record our time punches on punch correction sheets.

What a shitty day… *Sigh*

While searching for a rough estimate of how much I will have to pay to have my dad’s door fixed, I decided to type “iamsofucked.com” into my browser. To my surprise, it actually brought me to a website with some helpful suggestions. (If you don’t believe me, check it out for yourself.) Finding that website was probably one of the better parts of my day…

Had a shitty day lately? Tell us your story in the comment box below.

Thanks for reading.

– Will

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* I haven’t seen this “dent” yet, but I’m not going to deny the possibility that it exists either. I haven’t been able to confirm whether or not there is a visible dent because I’ve only seen the door this morning and later this evening (in poor lighting).

the OP13 playlist: alt.mix [v1.0]

If you don’t have these songs in your library already, add them ASAP. The following list is in no specific order, so just read through, listen, and enjoy.*

Like it? Hate it? Don’t care but feel like saying something anyway? Leave a comment in the box below.

– Will

* No, I didn't steal the idea for this post from Kelci.
(This post has been saved as a draft for over a week.)

top 25 songs/it took six guys to get me out of there/lady thieves.

i figured i’d let you guys know what i (supposedly) listen to the most. some of these might be my mom’s doing.

  1. bright lights- matchbox twenty.
  2. boats and birds- Gregory and the Hawk
  3. Hours of Wealth- Opeth
  4. Lost- Avenged Sevenfold… (brother)
  5. Jealous guy- Casey James
  6. Candle (sick and tired)- White Tie Affair
  7. Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 1- Pink Floyd
  8. Falling Down- Atreyu♥
  9. Beautiful, Dirty, Rich- Lady Gaga (mom)
  10. Hold On- good Charlotte
  11. coffeshop soundtrack- all time low (thanks opie)
  12. He Lives In You- Lebo M (opening song of lion king 2)
  13. Fame- Lady Gaga (mom)
  14. Bad Romance- Lady Gaga
  15. Truth- Seether
  16. Colors- Crossfade
  17. Honor- Atreyu ♥
  18. The light and the glass- Coheed and cambria ♥
  19. Jamie all over- Mayday Parade (thanks again opie)
  20. Black or white- Michael Jackson
  21. Trashin’ the camp- Phil collins ft. N*SYNC (tarzan soundtrack)
  22. Teeth- Lady Gaga
  23. Icky Thump- White stripes
  24. Dirty Diana- Michael Jackson
  25. Speechless- Michael Jackson
  26. and if we didn’t have the ones from my mom and brother, we get…Mother Superior- Coheed and Cambria
  27. Downfall- Matchbox twenty

so there’s that… and now to explain the next section of my title. when i parked this morning, the bell had already rung, and i wasn’t sure if they were letting us in after the first ten minutes again, so i was desperate for a spot. i took one that just happened to be three feet deep. couldn’t get out, so what do i do? fix my hair a little and stroll into the weight room and ask who wants to help “little ol’ me” *insert pout here* get my car outta the snow. six guys followed me across the school to push it out. epic win on my part. of course it’s sick, but i got my car out, and i didn’t have to call a tow truck… so everybody’s happy.

and now for the latest segment of things you don’t normally hear in first period…

  • “why have you got grow lights in your house, swarm??” “have you seen the yearbook photo requirements?” “what has that got to do with your grow lights?” “I shouldn’t talk about that, I’m trying to change the subject.”
  • “the guys in this room didn’t do a thing about it. Of course, there aren’t any guys in this room.”
  • “Hazen, you’re a brat. Just because you’re kinda big and semi-good lookin doesn’t mean you shouldn’t nicen up. You could actually get a nice girlfriend who wouldn’t break up with you after a week cuz you’re a jerk.”
  • “so this thanksgiving was just bad. The guy carving the turkey cut his finger and it was a pretty good slice, so he was bleeding all over it. it was like drip, drip, drip, and i was the only one who saw it. well the guy had a little too much to drink and i had to take over and i didn’t know what to do  so i just didn’t say anything, so somebody got bloody turkey and it was just bad.”
  • “YOU ATE THE BLOODY TURKEY??” -me in a british accent
  • si, espanol uno es babyland.
  • say you have a guy who takes your woman, can you call him a ladrona, a lady thief? “miguel, you can call him anything you want, i’d say a lot worse than that.”
  • la ladrona siguio robando ellas, that means the lady thief kept on stealing ladies. “gracias, miguel…”

love, kelci

Around the World in 80 Beliefs : A Primer on a Quest


“The Tao that can be followed is not the eternal Tao / The name that can be named is not the eternal name” – Tao Te Ching 1-2

This was originally going to be a little post explaining Taoism briefly, to get the basic ideas across. But then I thought about it and decided that just sharing what I know about Taoism isn’t prudent. I might as well go and share everything I know and learn (since I am constantly learning more and more – I’m reading Analects right now, and I’m looking into Shinto, Mahayana (particularly Zen and Tibetan) and Theravada Buddhism). So I’ve decided this will be a new series in an attempt to glean as much as I can from everything – why just go for the Eastern ones? I truthfully know little to nothing about Protestant, Catholic, or Eastern Orthodox Christianity, Shiite or Sunni Islam, Baha’i, Judaism, Jainism, or Hinduism. I truthfully know nothing about any traditional African, North or South American beliefs. I don’t even really know what Voodoo is all about aside from something Pat Bush is really into (though he says he a ‘Bit’Ov’Thist – Bit Ov Thist, Bit OV That… (he’ll probably beat me for spelling it wrong (I wanted to end with three parentheses))). Hell, even Scientology, even if just for the laughs. So let’s go through it all. Every last bit of everything I can find out there ever. OK, that MIGHT be an exaggeration, but I’mma still do a lot of reading and researching.


“My Kingdom is not an earthly kingdom. If it were, my followers would fight to keep me from being handed over to the Jewish leaders. But my Kingdom is not of this world.” John 18:36

Yet some might then make a very valid argument that some of these things are not really religions in that they worship no particular deity or anything like that. For example, I personally do not believe that Confucianism is really a religion (at least not to me). This is because there are usually two schools of thought for many beliefs – the philosophical side and the religious side. This is because Confucianism is the teachings of one man, who says all of these different “rules” and “regulations” as to how humans should interact with one another (again, I don’t really know a lot about it other than “Confucius say some sex is good, more is better, and too much is just right.”). However, I have been told by my friend Josh, who did a research paper involving the subject, that many saw Confucius as a Jesus-like figure, and thus he is worshiped with “prayers” made to him. I had no idea (hence why I want to learn more), but it shows why I’m going to give two sides to every story. I won’t make it different posts, I’ll just make sure to discuss both sides (if I can find both). And be warned that I am indeed a rambler and probably will ramble on about anything that comes to my head in terms of musing on everything and such. I’ll also probably do one or two “Scenic Pit-Stops” to discuss what history I learn or other books that, while not religious, are considered by many to be very philosophical (for example, the samurai Musashi’s Book of Five Rings or Chinese general Sun Tzu’s Art of War) and talk about what I learn through them.


“Fight in the cause of God those who fight you, but do not transgress limits; for God loveth not transgressors.” The Noble Qur’an 2:190

But I can’t just do everything. At least not right now. So I’m going to do 80 different beliefs, in honor of “Around the World in 80 Days.” These can be: religious texts like the Bible, the Qur’an, the Torah; literature on other philosophies such as Humanism, Atheism, Optimism, Scientology; or possibly even simple “historical” texts on other beliefs that are traditionally more oral like Voodoo and Norse, African, Celtic, and Native American mythology and animistic beliefs. Further, in more honor of the piece that this title comes from, we’ll go from location to location in geographical order, ie from East to West to East. I’ll start with what I know and am in most interested in, being East-Asian beliefs, particularly China and Japan. From there to the Middle-East and Eastern Europe, then Central and Western Europe (Greece is going to be such a pain… I might need to get creative with Greece and Rome and all that). Though this does seem a bit off, since I’m covering large chunks of Africa now with other posts (aka, Christianity and Islam) I’ll then do traditional African. Jump over the Atlantic and we’ll do North then Sotuh American (Mayans and Aztecs will be really interesting), and Hell, just so as to not exclude anyone, we’ll look into the Pacific Islands as well (I ❤ Mana!).


“Odin is the All-Father. He is the oldest and most powerful of the Gods. Through the ages he has ruled all things. He created heaven and earth, and he made man and gave him a soul. But even the All-Father was not the very first.” – Prose Edda

So there it is. It may not be great, but I’mma do it for my own personal benefit. And I’m not going to put a schedule on this since, well, I think that that could just be insulting. I mean, who am I to decide that I can totally understand Christianity at all, much less in a week? With that said, I will try for one a week, but no promises are made since I have school and reading the Bible, the Qur’an, a book studying Thor and Odin and all the rest of Valhalla may take more than a week. In fact, this will probably be a big part of my entire life. But we all need to get started somewhere, and a survey is usually the best way to get going. I also will attempt to be considerate with everything so as to not offend, so my usual humor may be absent (don’t worry, I’ll still throw in my scathing posts that crack all y’all). So for now, I disappear into the nether of stuff.


What, I can’t be serious all the time.

We Don’t Get Engleesh 1

No, seriously, I’mma try and prove it. America’s problems are all based on the fact that we don’t even know our own god-damn language. Watch me prove it.

Really, this is a really small rant. Really small, but still, important. First, we don’t know what organic means. The first definition I found, as from Dictionary.com reads thus: “noting or pertaining to a class of chemical compounds that formerly comprised only those existing in or derived from plants or animals, but that now includes all other compounds of carbon. ” The much-easier-to-understand definition is listed second: “characteristic of, pertaining to, or derived from living organisms.” Which makes perfect sense. Organic is related to organism, which is anything that is alive (aka, not rocks).


But what are these?

So that makes sense as to why we can label corn and bread and beef and people-meat organic – they came from something that was once alive. Hell, from that definition, I might want to call coal organic. So that leads me to ask… if we can label one particular brand of corn “organic” is the next one not? Is the organic corn really corn and the other, usually cheaper brand of corn really very small, very yellow, very squishy rocks? Hopefully not.


If so, Gorons would love the inorganic corn.

Then why did we label one corn organic? It’s no more alive than the other corn. We somehow have decided that growing something without pesticides or “genetic engineering” or whatever the Hell “organic” food means allows us to call it organic. Why? Because nobody gets English. There’s probably a proper word out there. Any word other than organic for things that are already f**king organic. Hell, I’d even take “green” corn simply because it has been decided that a color can mean eco-friendly. That’s just not worth the fight.


Would green corn be peas?

And I’ve decided that, because of this whole lack of getting our own damn language, America is really screwed up. This is just a small example that just hit me recently, but it was the one that allowed for more pictures, which I like posting. I’ll probably go more into later, but I don’t want to right now. I’m too busy enjoying a nice glass of organic milk (case and MOTHER F**KING POINT!)