<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354683622071508419</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:35:30.257-06:00</updated><category term='phantom planet'/><category term='animals'/><category term='drew stewart'/><category term='shirley jones'/><category term='under the influence of giants'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='random'/><category term='scary obsessive fans'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='cats'/><category term='dirty clothes'/><category term='panties'/><category term='Jarvis Cocker'/><category term='body wash'/><category term='gh2'/><category term='refrigerator'/><category term='aaron bruno'/><category term='OK Go'/><category term='a clockwork orange'/><category term='posters'/><category term='ghosts'/><category term='home town hero'/><category term='nice boy'/><category term='closet'/><category term='terrible self portrait'/><category term='work'/><category term='apples'/><title type='text'>Upon This Tidal Wave of Young Blood</title><subtitle type='html'>photographs, music, and the occasional movie and/or book review and discussion.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>La Princesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000201237491468366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/01556/78/09/1556779087_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354683622071508419.post-1628525236230139785</id><published>2007-04-05T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:48:30.161-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home town hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drew stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aaron bruno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under the influence of giants'/><title type='text'>Why does this amuse me so?</title><content type='html'>Now, let me start off by saying, I may be behind on the news.  But I found out something amazingly hilarious today that I just thought I'd share with you all.  You may or may not care, but I just... couldn't believe it.  First, let's start a bit of build up.  There's this fairly (notice how I use that term loosely) new band called &lt;a href="http://www.utiog.com"&gt;Under the Influence of Giants&lt;/a&gt;.  The song they're probably most famous for is "Mama's Room", which was on Laguna Beach or one of those dumb ass shows.  When I first saw the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5JcKUgwIKc"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; for that song, I thought these guys had to be British.  Because the first thing that came to my mind when I heard the synth-like melodies was:  modern day glam rock?  Turns out they're just from California, but honestly, the lead singer's (Aaron Bruno) voice just strikes a nerve with me for some reason.  The music is really... danceable?  And most definitely something to sing along to on car rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I watched their new(ish) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqkCi2MgupA"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; for the song "In The Clouds", I realized, "Hey, this lead singer guy is kind of hot."  So I looked him up, trying to find some information about him.  Stuff like how old he is, et cetera.  After I found out that he was in some movie I've never heard of in 2001, I came across &lt;a href="http://www.rockpublication.com/hometownhero.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Aaron (the lead singer) and his friend he's known practically all his life (Drew Stewart, the guitarist) were in a band in 2002(ish) called Home Town Hero.  Well, what's funny about this is... my friend and I really liked their one song (one hit wonder, maybe?) "Eighteen" and coincidentally... it sounds absolutely NOTHING like UTIOG.  It's strange.  It kind of freaked me out.  So then I proceeded to google Home Town Hero and came up with relatively nothing.  I guess they (Aaron and Drew) wanted to just have a clean sweep and start all over with something that kids might actually enjoy these days.  Honestly, the Home Town Hero CD... wasn't that good except for that one song.  I believe the only websites left talking about that band are the ones from VH1 and the one I linked above.  No trace at all.  Except, I did find another one of their songs on the Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3 website.  I'll leave you with some serious listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Town Hero certainly didn't strike me as British.  Anyone actually remember that band?  Probably not and I'm shocked that I do.  In my opinion, though, UTIOG is umpteen times better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/t6b5x8"&gt;mp3&lt;/a&gt;) Home Town Hero - Eighteen&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/10y9wu"&gt;mp3&lt;/a&gt;) Home Town Hero - Questions&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/jdif2p"&gt;mp3&lt;/a&gt;) Under the Influence of Giants - Mama's Room&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/u9vnt9"&gt;mp3&lt;/a&gt;) Under the Influence of Giants - In The Clouds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7354683622071508419-1628525236230139785?l=scenesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1628525236230139785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7354683622071508419&amp;postID=1628525236230139785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default/1628525236230139785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default/1628525236230139785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-does-this-amuse-me-so.html' title='Why does this amuse me so?'/><author><name>La Princesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000201237491468366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/01556/78/09/1556779087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354683622071508419.post-7712014316471900955</id><published>2007-04-02T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:29:25.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three?  It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>Not too much has happened lately.  The past few days, really.  I come bearing awful-quality photos!  Who knows.  Of course, a picture is worth a thousand words, but I am only capable of typing so many in the time allotted.  I really should be working on a paper, but who cares.  Not I!  Ahaha.  On to the photos!  WARNING:  These pictures are really random and out of order (when do I actually have some sort of organization ever? ...never) so I'll be sure to have my lovely little commentary like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:  This is my Harry Potter edition of Entertainment Weekly that came in the mail the other day.  Which is weird, because BECAUSE of work, I have been on a Harry Potter kick.  Damn you damn you damn you.  Hey wait can you see my address in that picture?  Oh nos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/001-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only like this because I look skinnier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/002-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around the second floor (the parts that had remained open) on Saturday night during one of the two showings of Goblet of Fire and said to myself, "What can I take pictures of?"  The answer after I took these was obviously, "Myself, duh."  Ugh.  Haha, I swear I'm not self-centered or conceited or narcissistic at all.  Promise.  I wish I could read braille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/005.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/006.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the long two and a half hour film (I think this was the first showing?), I plucked my eyebrows.  In the dark.  Then decided, hey!  This looks kind of cool.  I'm going to take a picture.  And I did.  Shock.  Then on my way back from a much needed smoke break, I took a picture of our vinyl on the glass doors.  It looks the same on all levels of the deck, not too amazing, really.  I just thought it looked neat.  Every time I wait on the elevator to come to the floor I'm on, I always try to spell out words with the letters A-F that our parking deck floors are labeled.  I am so strange.  I can sometimes be found ... just riding the elevators.  Then there's the sign advertising the movies we're showing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/009.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/013-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/015-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/016-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the theater, I play sudoku until my brain hurts and I run out of eraser or my pencil lead is down to the wood.  After that, I just kick back and try to endure the film.  For the sixteen-hundredth time.  :)  All while without complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/023.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/024-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:  It was ... not raining but it wanted to and I just wanted to get home and eat and get online and watch tv and eat.  And get online.  So I sped.  Not unusual, per se.  But I thought I would just prove to you all that I do drive like a bat out of hell and I enjoy every minute of it.  I drive fast, but I don't drive (too) crazy.  Don't be too discouraged if you actually planned on taking a ride with me anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/003-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY (today):  I walked around with a flower (made out of a coffee filter and pipe cleaner) and I got so many comments!  Too bad I stole it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/004.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/005-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/006-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7354683622071508419-7712014316471900955?l=scenesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7712014316471900955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7354683622071508419&amp;postID=7712014316471900955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default/7712014316471900955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default/7712014316471900955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-three-its-been-while.html' title='Day Three?  It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>La Princesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000201237491468366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/01556/78/09/1556779087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354683622071508419.post-8542138119763869779</id><published>2007-03-30T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T19:58:32.338-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary obsessive fans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OK Go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jarvis Cocker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shirley jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gh2'/><title type='text'>Day Two.</title><content type='html'>I meant to post yesterday but I got side-tracked by the OK Go message boards.  All the creepy, scary, stalker type fans just enthrall me so.  And completely freak me out, but I found some great pictures.  Oh, speaking of pictures.  I meant to upload some last night, but again, I got distracted.  I was going to post them this morning before work, but I couldn't find them!  They magically disappeared from my hard-drive.  Alas, I was torn.  Ripped to pieces.  I took some pictures today though and hopefully they will get safely uploaded before they get lost.  And I had a strange dream about Jarvis Cocker.  And I played Guitar Hero II on the IMAX Dome screen today with a really cool kid and it was amazing.  Then we started seeing ghosts and I cried.  On to the pictures!  Keep in mind these were taken with a cheap twenty dollar camera I bought at Wal-Mart, so the quality ISN'T the greatest, but fuck off.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin.  I walked through the door, and another door, and another door, and another door.  Which led me to the break/ready/stock/bath room.  I sleep there sometimes.  If you look really hard and really close on the counter to the far right, you can see my huge excuse for a purse and a redbull.  Delicious.  My day begins.  I walk down the strange half-pentagon of a maze-like hallway and I snap a few pictures of some signs... that aren't entirely true for IMAX staff, because I disobey the rules.  Only with good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/001.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/002.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/003.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Brian!  He's really kind of maybe a cool guy.  But today he was extra cool.  Being doped up on some sort of extreme allergy medication made him exceptionally fun to be around and admire.  What a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/007.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giant "sign" from the universal entrance AKA:  Where we take the late people and the handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/008.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The narcissist.  Apparently.  Oh and "I'm antisocial".  According to a co-worker that I've only seen... three times.  Bathroom pics are my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/011.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/012.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I am found when I have nothing to do, or I'm sad, or I'm just chillin'.  The roof of the parking deck.  It's a fun place to be, really.  It's quiet, the view is nice.  Sigh, I wish I were there now.  My life, redbull, phone, cigarettes.  A nice view of downtown.  There was a few specific things I was shooting, but you can barely see them, so I won't delve into it.  It was overcast pretty much all day until the sun peeked out around 3 or 4.  It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/013.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/014.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/015.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/016.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/017.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dark in the theater, so I didn't get very good pictures of the console.  There was this woman throughout the entire duration of a 45 minute movie who just... took pictures the whole time.  When you take pictures of a perforated aluminum five story dome screen... your pictures don't come out.  The flash makes the screen white out for a second and it's irritating.  I wanted to get her so bad, but I kept my cool.  Today was a good day.  The first picture is the lighting controls (and the book is indeed Sudoku), the second is a picture of DTAC and the slide control panel.  Oh and my picture of the movie (Roving Mars) did come out, mwahaha.  Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/020.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/021.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/022.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with two things.  One will most definitely be a picture of myself.   The face I am making is retarded, and I haven't been wearing a lot of make up lately.  So you can see what I really look like :( And the other is an autographed picture of Shirley Jones (Mrs. Partridge, my hero, my inspiration) that is stuck to my mirror.  I see it all day, every day.  Love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/025.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/024.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7354683622071508419-8542138119763869779?l=scenesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8542138119763869779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7354683622071508419&amp;postID=8542138119763869779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default/8542138119763869779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default/8542138119763869779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-two.html' title='Day Two.'/><author><name>La Princesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000201237491468366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/01556/78/09/1556779087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354683622071508419.post-911074318998230224</id><published>2007-03-28T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:14:55.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hotel Chelsea</title><content type='html'>I've wondered for the past little while, why are there so many songs about the Chelsea Hotel?  Ryan Adams was my first experience and then Rufus Wainwright's cover of Leonard Cohen.  So I did a tiny, minuscule amount of research.  The Hotel Chelsea is located on West 23rd Street in New York City.  Apparently a lot of people have called that their "home" at one point, including people like Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Jane Fonda, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and many, many other writers, photographers, actors/actresses.  Some of these people's "testimonies" to the Hotel say it's a strange and magical place.  Sid Vicious killed his Nancy in the Hotel, killing himself just a few days later.  Dee Dee Ramone claimed to have seen a woman jump out of a ninth story window and kill herself.  Apparently there are spirits there and I honestly wouldn't doubt it, especially being as old as it is and all the crazy "creative" people there.  Drugs, suicide.  Astonishing.  If I ever get to New York again, I'd love to go there, just for the nostalgia of the building itself, but staying there is mighty cheap so who's to say I won't ever get to spend the night there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/zczln1"&gt;mp3&lt;/a&gt;) Ryan Adams - City Rain, City Streets&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/uvkya6"&gt;mp3&lt;/a&gt;) Ryan Adams - Hotel Chelsea Nights (one of my favorite songs ever and apparently I'm not the only one in the world who senses a hint of a Purple Rain influence - y/n?)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/mf4vi1"&gt;mp3&lt;/a&gt;) Rufus Wainwright - Chelsea Hotel No. 2 (Leonard Cohen cover)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7354683622071508419-911074318998230224?l=scenesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/911074318998230224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7354683622071508419&amp;postID=911074318998230224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default/911074318998230224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default/911074318998230224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/2007/03/hotel-chelsea.html' title='The Hotel Chelsea'/><author><name>La Princesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000201237491468366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/01556/78/09/1556779087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354683622071508419.post-1885114819188094269</id><published>2007-03-28T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:31:05.625-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a clockwork orange'/><title type='text'>A Clockwork Orange</title><content type='html'>This is my summary of the 1971 Stanley Kubrick film "A Clockwork Orange".  I wrote this in 9th grade.  So here it is, word for word, grammatical error for grammatical error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's about these 4 guys + they go out at nite + rape women + kill people + only one of the guys got caught for it + he got put in prison + then they took him to a penitentiary (sp?) + they gave him lots of sedatives + made him get treatment.  The treatment was making him sit in a chair (tied in it so he couldn't get out) + they pried his eyes open with these metal things so that he couldn't close his eyes + made him watch people getting killed + raped.  + they played background music for it, which was beethoven.  + beethoven was his favorite music.  he'd listen to it in his room by himself + it was the only way he could "get away".  So after weeks + weeks of this "treatment" he got sent home.  His parents had basically disowned him + had adopted another son.  + let him out on his own.  He had nowhere to go + no one believed he was cured.  (every time he would see someone naked or someone being killed he'd start to throw up) + his friends that had helped him rape chicks back in the day were now police men.  So they found him + beat him up.  He got thrown into a lot of water + was real cold b/c it was winter + he found a sign that spelled "HOME" so he went to it + he was really sick.  he hadn't yet realized that that was the house he had went to + raped this woman.  She had died of shock + the husband is handicapped.  The husband didn't know it was the guy that had caused his wife's death.  So the old guy's butler ran a bath for the other guy + he started singing "Singin' in the Rain" which is the song he sang while raping the old guy's wife + the old guy told the butler + when the guy came out of the bath he ate spaghetti + drank 3 drugged up glasses of wine.  + he woke up in their upstairs room.  The old guy + the butler had beethoven playing full volume so the guy was going crazy + he jumped out the window.  But he didn't die.  He was hospitalized + his curedness went away + at the end he's screwing some chick + everyone is like, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool at first, then boring, then cool again.  you have to have the patience to sit thru it cuz it's long.  =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hilariously embarrassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7354683622071508419-1885114819188094269?l=scenesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1885114819188094269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7354683622071508419&amp;postID=1885114819188094269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default/1885114819188094269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default/1885114819188094269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/2007/03/clockwork-orange.html' title='A Clockwork Orange'/><author><name>La Princesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000201237491468366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/01556/78/09/1556779087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354683622071508419.post-64037970859378924</id><published>2007-03-28T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:34:22.288-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='closet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible self portrait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body wash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refrigerator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phantom planet'/><title type='text'>Day one.</title><content type='html'>In my "greatestjournal" last night I asked people to tell me to take pictures of strange things, but I only got three replies.  So I went wild (not really) and took a few pictures of some random things.  And I have also labeled today "sit on my ass and eat" day.  Because ... it is.  Even though I have yet to eat anything but a handful of cookie dough bites when I accidentally woke up at 9:30.  Anyway, here's a few of pictures.  I may upload some delicious music for you guys later on.  We'll just see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisvisualcarnivore.blogspot.com"&gt;Madison&lt;/a&gt; said to take a picture of my body wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/01-2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelacbell.blogspot.com"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; said to take a picture of my "meat" drawer.  Which is really my parents' "meat" drawer.  My little shelf is so sparse and little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/02-2.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/03-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larah said to take a picture of a banana in a strainer with a canteloupe in panties.  We were fresh out of bananas so all I could find was a couple of apples.  I hope that will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/04-2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I work in an IMAX dome theater, I get a lot of free swag.  Most of these posters are from there.  The Phantom Planet one is actually some memorabilia from their concert here in '04.  The stupid little wristband is taped to it, along with reminisces of an old storyline.  The Blades of Glory poster I found in the trash at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/05-1.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/06-1.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/07-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My closet.  As you can see, there's not much there.  Probably because I don't have a lot of clothes and I keep bitching and bitching to go shopping.  Oh and they're all on the floor.  Dirty and clean.  Sometimes I don't know if I have on dirty pants or clean pants but then I realize I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/08-1.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/09-1.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/10-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view today from my back yard and my front yard.  It's constantly changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/11-1.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/12-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My animals!  My dog had puppies on Saturday.  There are seven, but only six are pictured because one was laying behind her.  The one that looks like a chipmunk is my favorite and his name is Marty after Marty McFly since I think the mother (Minnie) looks like him.  And then there's my cat (20 pounds of bitch) where she's not supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/13-1.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/15-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, obligatory bad, no makeup, funny face picture of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v691/dearambelina/14-1.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7354683622071508419-64037970859378924?l=scenesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/feeds/64037970859378924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7354683622071508419&amp;postID=64037970859378924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default/64037970859378924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7354683622071508419/posts/default/64037970859378924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scenesucks.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-one.html' title='Day one.'/><author><name>La Princesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000201237491468366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-087.vo.llnwd.net/01556/78/09/1556779087_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
