Gah, I have to march in a fuckin’ parade tomorrow with a fuckin’ drum and it’s gonna be fuckin’ 92 degrees.
Fuck.
Listen to me brag about this badass concert
Okay so check this fucking shit out, guys.
I went to see Sleeper Agent (one of my favorite fucking bands ever) last night at this really small bar called “The Basement” in Columbus. So like, Sleeper Agent wasn’t the headliner. Sleeper Agent and this band called The Dig (whose album I ended up buying) opened, and this dude Ben Kweller headlined. When we first got to the concert it was me, my uncle, my mom, and my little sister, Marley. Now, this place was really small so the crowd was all tightly packed and shit. I went up to the front row with my uncle while my mom took my sister to the back so she’d be safer.
Before the show began, I could see backstage from where I was standing so I was looking for band members and shit. And fucking Tony, one of the singers and the rhythm guitar player for Sleeper Agent is standing back there.
So I shouted at him and he looked at me, waved, and pointed. Which was fucking rad as fuck okay.
And so like, The Dig went on and they were pretty good. Their set was pretty short, but I liked their sound. I got one of the drummer’s broken sticks.
And then I saw Scott, the keyboard player from Sleeper Agent walk onto the stage to set stuff up, so I got his attention and I was talking to him while he got ready for the set. It was really cool.
Alright, so finally Sleeper Agent comes on and I start rocking the fuck out. I have no doubt that I was jamming harder and singing louder than anybody else in that place. My uncle and I kind of gathered all of the Sleeper Agent fans into one spot and got a little pit going on. And like the lead singer, Alex, was pointing at me at shit and singing into my face really close the whole time. They played all of their songs except “All Wave And No Goodbye”.
But the really awesome part was during their last song, “Be My Monster”. During this bass solo in the song, Alex came up to me, (fucking me out of everybody who was fucking there) sang in my face, grabbed my shoulder, and had me help her down into the audience. We were moshing around together and everyone was singing into the microphone (I got closest to the microphone and her though, so don’t worry. I was the loudest >:), so I pulled my little sister into it because I couldn’t just leave her away from Alex.
After they finished performing, I took Marley to their merch booth and we got to meet them. We got our pictures taken with them, got my CD autographed and what not, and I got to hang out with them and bullshit during Ben Kweller’s set. They’re such cool people and it was a blast.
Ugh that was awesome.
I’ll post pictures in a bit.
Why I hate my reading teacher
Okay so like, in reading class we do like, a stupid little journal on a different topic every day, and usually we just get 100% every time. But when I got back my journal today, one particular entry had a 70% for the dumbest fucking reason ever.
So, the topic was something along the lines of:
If you were president of the United States, what would be your top five concerns and how would you handle them?
Now, this is something I could go on for paragraphs about, because I have so much to say about the subject. We had to be very brief, however, so I just bullet pointed my response. It looked a little something like this:
- Gay Marriage- Make it legal
- Economy- Tax upper classes, cut war budget, legalize and tax currently illegal narcotics; marijuana, cocaine, heroin, etc.
- Religion- Detach it from politics, and slowly from our society as a whole
- Drugs- See economy
- Reputation Of Our Country- Pay off debts as quickly as financially possible, stop stealing resources, stop starting wars, stop fighting other countries’ wars, consistently behave in this manner.
So, the reason why I got such a lame grade on this was all explained in a short little snarky comment on my paper. This is the exact comment:
“Your points are offensive to Americans.”
I can’t even begin to explain my frustration with this shit. Okay, so like, first of all, it’s not really the grade I care about. This grade won’t affect me at all, it’s just the fucking ignorance behind it. Her views on religion, drugs, and same-sex marriage are probably different than mine, and she most likely considers them to be a crucial aspect of the American lifestyle. So, despite the fact that she has stupid opinions (which she is entitled to) it should not impact my grade whatsoever, nor should it grant her the ability to classify all Americans into one category of biased, religious, drug hating assholes.
Dear Mrs. Cuntasaurustwat,
You are a cunt.
Sincerely your offensive young, devil worshiping, drug pushing, gay loving, atheist asshole student,
Kai
