Sept 19, 2003:. DIET STUFF AND A LITTLE WHINING:.
So I got my fat arse on the scale this morning to find that I have already lost 3-4 kilos. Okay, 3.5kg (7.71lb). Gives me a little incentive to stay with it, though the first four days are the hardest. I discovered that there are only 10g carbs in a serving of ice cream, so if I feel like something a little sweet and have the carbs to spare, then voila! ice cream a la Samantha. :o)
Today I only have a few things to eat so I think that I may go to the corner store and get diet cola because it stops the hunger. Argh, but my ear aches. I am not sure whether it has to do with my gum or not, because that only seems to hurt after I brus my teeth, and I have never had an ear ache.
Oh, I should do some work. I had an essay due about a week ago and haven't even started. Cheers.

sprinkled @ 0825hr:. comment:.

FRIDAY FIVE
1. Who is your favorite singer/musician? Why?
Greg Graffin and Brett Gurewitz from Bad Religion. I have been listening to them since I was 11 years old and becasue they keep evolving they keep staying interesting (except for a short period of two albums which sucked). Greg Graffin, Brett Gurewitz & Bad Religion have influenced my life greatly, more so than any teacher that I have ever met.

2. What one singer/musician can you not stand? Why?
I cannot stand any form of techno house bullshit, but they're not really musicians now are they. Like that new song "You gotta push me, and shove me, til I get my satisfaction". Crude, nothing musical about it, and only one line! Please, tell me it isn't so. Tell me it will fade out soon.
Then there is this whole new thing about singing about shaking your ass! Please. I'm gonna retch. Each to their own though, I suppose.

3. If your favorite singer wasn't in the music business, do you think you would still like him/her as a person?
I think that I would like Greg Graffin, though I don't think that we would get along. I have read many of his articles and listened to his lyrics for so long that I know that we would agree on very little other than the basic premise that everything can end any time so life should be cherished and we should treat everyone well.
Brett Gurewitz on the other hand I don't know. I know he was an ex-junkie, which for me is a problem, but we apparantly have many of the same tastes.

4. Have you been to any concerts? If yes, who put on the best show?
I have been to a tonne of concerts. My first one was Bodyjar. But my favourites are festivals, like Falls and the gone but not forgotten Offshore. Offshore was my favourite because I went alone, met a million strangers over the three days, had great sex, got blotto on one night, and saw some great bands I had never heard of. I also got to see and meet Henry Rollins. All I said was 'hi'.
Or it could be Vans Warped 1999 when Ms. Scumbag picked up the roadie for the Deftones so we slept 'backstage', heard Psycho Mycko snoring and I slept in some Pennywise guys tent without realizing it. Plus I had severe sunstroke so I was a little drunk and la la laing from the effects.

5. What are your thoughts on downloading free music online vs. purchasing albums? Do you feel the RIAA is right in its pursuit to stop people from dowloading free music?
Tough call. I do it because I can and I am not going to purchase an entire album because I like one song. However they do pay the artist exhorbitant amounts so they have to get their money back someway and I think copyrighting exists for a reason.
Then again, it really isn't that big of a deal. It is just like taping film of television, or songs off of the radio, which people have been doing for aeons.

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RECOLLECTING ANNABELLE:.
Just completed my friday five and wished that one of the questions had been what was the worst concert that I had ever been too. Now I am going to say that I don't mean any disrespect to Annabelle (and I have kind of been missing that stupid cow the last few days) but I am now going to honestly recall my last concert experience, Livid 2002.
I had initially wanted to go just to see Bad Religion play (the bastards) only to find out that they had once again cancelled (the bastards) and I no longer wanted to go. The only other band playing that I wanted to see was Unwritten Law who I would much prefer to see in a smaller venue.
I told Annabelle that I didn't want to go and she told me that she didn't either but that we couldn't get refunds. I was told that we could, so I figured that she actually did want to go. So I went. I figured why not.
We got to Melbourne early, got drunk. Went to the concert to find that we could not get in with any open bottles so we sat outside talking to some losers (sorry, she had a facination with her boyfriend pissing in a bottle, eeeew, a thought just occured to me) whilst finishing our drinks. When we got inside Annabelle started to go a little berko. She spent the next couple of hours huddled over the toilet crying and refusing to leave. I have a feeling that the drink she shared with the losers may have been spiked (but with what now comes to mind) because her breath smelled retched, and not the terrible vodka or any sort of alcohol smell.
I felt bad leaving her so I went to see one band (The Intenational Noise Conspiracy) and came back after 10 minutes. She finally got out, with a roll of toilet paper in hand, for us to see Bodyjar and Unwritten Law, but I was so pissed off, or rather just touchy, that I didn't care. I hadn't wanted to be there and it was just a horrible time. We'll blame it all on Madeline West for her curse (don't insult or embarrass her in public or whatever you are doing will be hell!). But it may be that Annabelle and I should not go to concerts together- or anything because we just fought all the time anyway.
A month or so later we went to see Red Hot Chili Peppers. We got there early, a really stupid thing to do. Whilst standing in the crowd with my neck craned I got this sudden shooting pain in my neck and chin. I could not move my head or my mouth very easily so I decided to sit for a moment. Rather than ruin Annabelles time I told her I was going to get water.
It took about 30 minutes to move my head and the pain was still there. I went back to find Annabelle and just couldn't, so I stayed back by the gate so that I didn't have to lift my head and I would see Annabelle as she left. But I missed her.
After a while I went to find the car and you could tell she was shitty, and I felt really bad for it. Not only was I in really bad pain but I had to feel guilty for it. I should have told her what was happening, but I figured that it would just ruin the evening. And I didn't think that she would care about being seperated as that was one of her things- she didn't want to have to meet anyone during a concert and just do your thing. Obviously not. Yes, yes, I should have told her. But what the hell, she'll ruin one concert, I'll ruin the next.
Maybe we shouldn't talk about Falls 1999 because I think we all behave badly there. It was Annabelle, Ms. Scumbag, Nic and myself. We were meeting the Fat Hippy the next day. All is written about here. So Nic and Annabelle had gotten stoned and passed out before midnight during the biggest celebration that we are likely to see. I wasn't so much angry about that rather that they had agreed to meet and hadn't. Annabelle says she didn't, but who cares. I was also angry becasue Nic kept hitting on my older, drug fucked brother. Screw me, just talk about my brother instead. Yeay, I didn't get along with Pot Head so why would I care?
I don't think I talked to them for days, and I didn't care. I think I was treated pretty badly, but I also overreacted. The truth is, if I am going to go to a concert, I am going to go alone. They're always so much better and you meet nicer people.
I remember Satina from Offshore. We spent a few days together and I had to babysit her at one stage because she decided to smoke something she hadn't tried, then proceeded to follow her shadow back to the tent (in the dark). I just let her go. And then hooked up with some guy who was great in bed, but I fobbed off the next day. Mainly so I could sleep.
Ahhh, memories. Memories are great because in hindsight things are petty. They may be horrible at the time but they are things to talk about. Oh well, cheers people.

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