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April 30, 2005

the emo...oh god...it hurts

I just want everyone to know I'm totally putting on eyeliner and rocking out to Hawthorne Height's "The Silence in Black and White."

I've heard Ohio is for Lover's on 96.5 a lot, and while I don't necessarily prefer this style of music, I love the voices most of the guys have so I tend to put up with it more than I make known.

Oh man, I am so full of emo now that I think I'm going to go cry.

And I can't make it on my own.
Because my heart is in Ohio.
So cut my wrists and black my eyes.
So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.
Because you kill me.
You know you do, you kill me well.
You like it too, and I can tell.
You never stop until my final breath is gone.

Hey there,
I know it's hard to feel like I don't care at all.
Where you are and how you feel.
With these lights off as these wheels
keep rolling on and on. (and on and on and on...)
Slow things down or speed them up.
Not enough or way too much. (and on and on and on...)
How are you when I'm gone?


And I can't make it on my own.
(And I can't make it on my own.)
Because my heart is in Ohio.
So cut my wrists and black my eyes.
(Cut my wrists and black my eyes)
So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.
Because you kill me.
You know you do, you kill me well.
You like it too, and I can tell.
You never stop until my final breath is gone.

Spare me just three last words.
"I love you" is all she heard.
I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever.

Posted by Courtney at 07:50 PM | Comments (0)

April 29, 2005

.....

Dear Adam, Jason, Scott and JoLynn,

A year ago you changed my world.

I hope I've done a little of the same in the year since.

Thanks.

Posted by Courtney at 08:04 PM | Comments (0)

April 26, 2005

Please note.

Sir,

In order for me to message you on aim when I might be around for awhile would require you to be on aim when I actually am around.

If you insist on only being online and responsive when you are at work, then your request for me to send you messages when you are available is unacceptable since some of us have busy jobs where we can not devote time to instant messaging.

Your attack of the 3,869 question marks was quite unneccessary.

However, since you have neglected to respond to any other form of communication in the past 4 months, and I can only socialize personally with you twice a month at parties, I have no choice but to continue to employee my method of lunchtime brick wall aiming.

Please however, be advised that my lunch time will be changing on Monday, May 2nd, to 12:45p.m. to 1:45p.m., hopefully coincinding with less "Sorry, I ran out for a bit!" but presumably with more "can't talk right now, i'm busy."

Your attention to this matter is highly warranted as it is a time sensitive matter.

Regards,

cj.

Posted by Courtney at 05:59 PM | Comments (1)

April 25, 2005

I need a zebra cake!

Ok, music time.

If you liked Electric Six's Fire, I got a chance to listen to all of their new album Senor Smoke tonight. It is full of just as much awesome as the last. Currently import only, but hopefully it will be out for domestic release soon.

Tom Vek. This is a must have, especially if you took my advice on Bloc Party awhile back. Raw british garage rock. Highly recommended.

In the same vein, check out The Kills. Very white stripey, just backwards, with a the female playing guitar and singing lead vocals and the guy doing drums.

In more of an electronic world, I've been really into Venetian Snares' Rossz Csillag Alatt Született lately. A wonderful find from Mike Paradinas on his Planet Mu label, it's all by a guy named Aaron Funk who pretty much takes what Aphex Twin, Squarepusher and Autechere did, mixes it together, and comes up with a niche of his own that blows all 3 out of the water. Heavy on the noise, heavy on the breakcore.

Hell, check out everything on Planet Mu.

As always, there's an older song I'm in love with that I revive in rotation. Currently that is "The State We're In" by Chemical Brothers. It fucks the flow up of Come With Us as a whole, but stand alone, Beth Orton's vocals make this one of their best layered efforts. Just enough tempo, airy folk vocals and just slightly orchestrated. But the "what it feels to be true" hook; the effect used is just haunting.

"The Way We Get By" by Spoon is one of my favorite songs to listen to right now.

And I'm sorry Adam. I stand by my claim that Gwen Stefani's Holla Back Girl is the biggest piece of shit ever to be recorded. It just gets worse everytime I hear it.

Also, Saturday night the band playing at halftime during the rollerderby covered my favorite Johnny Cash song. Always a pleasant suprise.

And please, Thunderbirds are Now!, listen to it!

Now, I'm gonna try this sleep thing again.

Posted by Courtney at 02:30 AM | Comments (0)

April 23, 2005

I have nothing to say...

So here's some random MSI.

bitches love me cause they know that i can rock
bitches love me cause they know that i can rhyme
bitches love me cause they know that i can fuck
bitches love me cause they know that im on time
throughout the projects
throughout the projects
throughout the projects
bitches love me cause they know that i can rock
bitches love me cause they know that i can rhyme
bitches love me cause they know that i can fuck
bitches love me cause they know that im on time
throughout the projects
throughout the projects
throughout the projects
done
done
this is how it should be done
this is how it should be done
this style, style, style, done
pow! mutha fucka... pow!
bitches love me
bitches love me
bitches love me
bitches love me
bitches love me
bitches love me
love me love me love me love me
bitches love me
bitches love me
bitches love me
bitches love me
bitches love me
cause they know that i can rock
done
done
this is how it should be done
this is how it should be done
this style, style, style, done

Posted by Courtney at 02:58 PM | Comments (0)

April 17, 2005

Dumpling.

I am never, and I repeat never, quartering my own chicken again.

There are few things more disgusting the a free flying chicken liver.

But my chicken and dumplings turned out awesome...after 2 fucking hours cooking.

Posted by Courtney at 08:13 PM | Comments (1)

April 16, 2005

I can't believe I gave my panties to a geek

"That's why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they'd call them something else."

Everything you need to know about life is in a John Hughes movie.

Red White Scrimmage on tv today! You best be watching it.

Posted by Courtney at 04:34 PM | Comments (0)

April 15, 2005

omg woot

So, why didn't anyone ever tell me Paul Shirley occasionally lived in KC?

/swoon

It looks like my future in stalking just got a little brighter.

btw, post 200. lame.

Posted by Courtney at 12:06 PM | Comments (3)

April 14, 2005

The world I love; the tears I drop

Ever wonder if it's all for you?

--

As a side note, anyone know where I can buy a cheap cart for all this emotional baggage? I'm totally sick of carrying it on me. Maybe a nice bellman as well that can stack it next to the Gideon Bible? Anyone? Ebay?

Oh, and who owes over $1300 in taxes this year? Oh yeah. Someone should really explain this w-4 thing to me.

Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant
White heat is screaming in the jungle
Complete the motion if you stumble
Go ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with 50 belly dancers

The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to

Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone
So smart she's leading me to ozone
Music the great communicator
Use two sticks to make it in the nature
I'll get you into penetration
The gender of a generation
The birth of every other nation
Worth your weight the gold of meditation
This chapter's going to be a close one
Smoke rings I know your going to blow one
All on a spaceship persevering
Use my hands for everything but steering
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
Mop tops are happy when they feed you
J. Butterfly is in the treetop
Birds that blow the meaning into bebop

The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to

Wait a minute I'm passing out
Win or lose just like you
Far more shocking
Than anything i ever knew
How about you
10 more reasons
Why i need somebody new just like you
Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
Right on cue

Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant

Kick start the golden generator
Sweet talk but don't intimidate her
Can't stop the gods from engineering
Feel no need for any interfering
Your image in the dictionary
This life is more than ordinary
Can I get 2 maybe even 3 of these
Come from space
To teach you of the pliedes
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
This life is more than just a read thru

Posted by Courtney at 10:30 PM | Comments (0)

April 12, 2005

I thought it classic.

So, my cds are my babies. I've had most of them for years and I'm constantly adding to my collection. The oldest in the collection are only about 11 years old though.

However, lately I've run into the issue of any cds I have in my car getting scratched at a rapid pace. So tonight, with 2 new cd holders for my new car, I've set about on the task of burning copies of my favorite cds so I don't have to buy multiple copies of them. One of my favorite cds that I found scratched today is my Roots - Things Fall Apart cd, which I've already bought more than twice. I'm not buying it a 4th time. I love The Roots, but someone's got to give a girl a break.

Along with this mass listening hysteria I must say three things:

1. Don't listen to Adam. Out of the Loop from back in 01 is I Am The World Trade Center's best album ever.

2. If you like hard rock, or almost pussyfied metal, definitely go pick up the new Mudvayne. Maybe I'm biased since I'm in lust with Chad Gray's voice, but I was impressed. Nothing on this album feels stale or overdone on rock radio. And did I mention Chad Gray's voice? I can't wait for the touring behind this to come to KC. I'll be right there in the thick of it waiting to break another rib for them.

3. I'm sorry Zack Hall, but I do not like the new Weezer song. Please ask 96.5 to stop playing it all the GOD DAMN time.

And back to this subject of my new car, anyone want to buy me gas?




   


I reciprocate in m&ms, action action cds and homemade pizza.

Posted by Courtney at 11:18 PM | Comments (1)

Shh...

Ok, everyone who wants to do something for Keaton's birthday, plz have time to allot to partying on Saturday the 30th.

And Daren, anyway you can be coaxed up from Stillwater?

Posted by Courtney at 07:17 PM | Comments (0)

April 10, 2005

Marla.

Woo. I have a car. It's an 04 white 4 door grand am. We've finally moved up to power doors, locks and keyless entry. Go me.

Only really updating to give some info on Red Corn's latest project.

I didn't show you his last one with the political t-shirts? I'm sorry, here ya go.

But anyways, even though I don't give a shit about baseball, especially Royals baseball, Ryan's a good guy born in the same town I was and the only man I know in the area that can appreciate some good frybread.

So, go visit his site, www.theloyals.com, for all your powder blue Royals fan having ways.

Posted by Courtney at 10:24 PM | Comments (0)

April 04, 2005

blar meep

In the apparent current tradition of Keaton and Courtney not getting to spend a weekend alone at home together just hanging out, it appears due to Wells Fargo being a huge cunt, that I will be going to Tahlequah/Tulsa this weekend to try and find a car that simply will make it back to KC.

So my lovelies, you have my number, I've got the time. I'll be down Thursday night.

Apparently I'm getting dragged off to Ned's. With any luck I'll run into this chick and won't run into my dad.

Anyone down for a Full Moon Friday? I know Meg is.

That is, if I still have a car by then.

Posted by Courtney at 07:56 PM | Comments (4)

April 03, 2005

Please ignore.

I know none of you will take my advice, because I'm currently listening to Dannii Minogue and dancing around in my underwear, but you totally need to be listening to:

Bloc Party
Action Action
Lusine
Thunderbirds are Now!
Ananda Project

And

I'm ashamed that I actually like most of Arular by M.I.A. so shh... don't tell. Same goes with telling people I like the new Moby. But well, I grew up with Moby, and he will never get better than Electricty or Hymn.


Don't forget to go read this interview over the difficulties Fischerspooner had over making their new cd Odyssey.

Posted by Courtney at 05:08 PM | Comments (0)

April 02, 2005

here's where the story ends

I am ashamed and awkward. But that's another story. Someone slap me on the wrist please. And possibly the ass.

However, Jason's party was a complete success, and even though we're all giant sand filled vaginas come 2am, it was awesome. I quite possibly could become addicted to dark red chocolate covered cherry flavored jello shots. Jason wore his lovely tshirt that I bought for him and I bought him a nice gay pride shot glass to go with it.

Overall, lots of fun people, lots of fun alcohol and even more fun music. Thanks to Jeff I'm now on the look out to replace my Sundays cds that I haven't seen in a few years. Harriet Wheeler shall live on.

I attempted to find them tonight at Vintage Stock, but only was able to procure Green Day - Dookie and JayZ - Vol 2... Hard Knock Life. Those Vintage Stock fuckers have some exchanging to do tomorrow. I put my Green Day cd in when I got home and even though it looks just like the copy of Dookie I got for my 11th birthday, it's playing some cd from a band called Bad Brains. Lame. They had another copy of the cd there though, so I'm going to take it back and see if it can't be replaced. Fuckers.

And off I go to get ready for Sin City and to bleed a little blue.

people I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down, they're on the inside
here's where the story ends
people I see, weary of me showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
oh I never should have said, the books that you read
were all I loved you for
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes me wonder why
and it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red
surprise, surprise, surprise

crazy I know, places I go
make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
oh here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
and who ever would've thought the books that you brought
were all I loved you for
oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
I know where I belong
but the only thing I ever really wanted to say
was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

it's that little souvenir of a colourful year
which makes me smile inside
so I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

Posted by Courtney at 07:18 PM | Comments (2)

April 01, 2005

I'll Stick Around

I thought I knew all it took to bother you
Every word I said was true that you’ll see

How could it be I’m the only one who sees your rehearsed insanity

I still refuse all the methods you’ve abused
It’s all right if you’re confused let me be

I’ve been around all the pawns
You’ve gagged and bound
They’ll come back and knock you down and I’ll be free

I’ve taken all and I’ve endured
One day it all will fade
I’m sure

I don’t owe you anything

I had no other hand in your ever desperate plan
It returns and when it lands words are due

I should’ve known we were better off alone
I looked in and I was shown
You were too

I’ve taken all and I’ve endured
One day it all will fade
I’m sure

I don’t owe you anything

I’ll stick around and learn
From all that came from it

Posted by Courtney at 12:22 PM | Comments (0)