Guns n' Roses

Well that long, really long anticipated album, Chinese Democracy, finally arrived last sunday November 23. Over a decade of twisting the musical tune, financial problems, and Axl Rose's perfectionism the album came to life. The long wait can be seen as both an advantage and a disadvantage. However, the needle on the dashboard is leaning towards a disadvantage view point. A good chunk of rock listeners loved, enjoyed and dazzled for Guns n' Roses album, Appetite for Destruction, which came out in the late 1980s. It was marvelous, some may even argue the best album ever released. When the long anticipated Chinese Democracy album was set to be released many wondered if this was going to be better than AFD.
I have listened to the new album, and I still feel that I need to listen to it several more times before I make a conclusive decision whether it is a great, good, average or awful album. I can tell you this, no matter how many times I give Chinese Democracy a listen Appetite for Destruction will stand atop the pyramid as the best Guns n' Roses album. Some of the songs in Chinese Democracy such as the self titled song and Shackler's revenge seems to have a promising rhythm but lacks great lyrics and an energetic voice (sorry Axl). However, songs like Street of Dreams, This I Love, Catcher in the Rye, make up for the average lyrics and voice in Shackler's revenge and Chinese Democracy (the song). Actually, I must say that I do enjoy the chorus of Shackler's revenge as far as the lyrics go. When I first heard the song Chinese Democracy I told myself "umm, this sounds pretty darn good." But when Axl Rose's voice emerged I paused and said aloud "what the fuck? Is this really the final version of the song?"
I believe this album contains both GNR rock from AFD, but seems to embrace a lighter, friendlier (if I can put it that way) musical tune and vocals (not always aggressive).

What go around come around, kid

It feels like eternity. Bloody hell. Everything seems to get shorter . . . thinner . . . thicker? Remember remember, the fifth of November. Umm, I wonder why. Fuck!
*Raises volume of music*
*Stares at the itunes screen*
Nah. How about this one? Nah, I think I will stick with At the Drive-In.
*Changes song to Pattern Against User*
*Shuts the lights. Lays on the bed with closed eyes*
Out of control.

Stop!

Twenty and counting. October is passing by quickly. Mid-terms are over, but there still seems to be a shit load of work to do. Pulling hairs from the head or crotch is not the best way to release the stress. *pauses* Not that I pull my pubic hair with my bare hands; that would be quite painful. On to other things. I have noticed that I have barely posted the last two months - September and October. It sucks. I got work, but it does suck.
This may be my last post of the month, but most certainly not the last of the year.

One more way

This will be a fun and complex month. Oh, yeah. I doubt I will post much on this blog throughout October and most of November due to all the school work. Hold it. I do promise to post much much more after November. Well, that being said I guess I have nothing else better to lay upon you.
*scratches head*
Perhaps I need to shave my beard, or mustache. Maybe. Period. Time to put the xbox away for a while so that I can work a little more and be a little more distracted. Yeah, I get distracted.

Hockey is back

Hockey is back. The Boston Bruins are back. Hockey is back. Boston. Bergeron! Hockey! Fack. Jesus, it feels so good to watch hockey again. How many times did I say 'hockey?' Fuck.
The first period between Boston and Colorado has been practically one sided - Colorado - if you look at the shot total; 20-5 for Boston. However, the game is tied 2-2. Blake Wheeler gets his first career goal - first as a Boston Bruin. Also, Patrice Bergeron is playing his first NHL game in almost a year.
It feels good.

Just a little

October 9th.
Time to fly, drink and chill. Of course I am talking about my birthday. As much as I'm looking forward to number 20, I know that I will be bombarded with a shitload of work. Fuck.
Just a little.
Just a little love.
What a long fucking weekend. Argh! Time to write some poems.

Insane.....dear God

I'm insane in the Brain.
Loco en el Coco.
You name it, I am it.

It was a good day

As Ice Cube said, "It was a Good day."
Yes, it definitely was.
As U2 said, "Beautiful day."
I Broke the ice, bitch! No, I did not have sex. It was not that kind of ice.

No rest for the wicked (part 1)

A screech from the tires scraping the pavement's soul in the middle of nowhere. The desert. Hot for lust, but devious to those who thirst for it. The night is not any friendly. The car - a bloody red Dodge Viper of all cars - roars through the thick fog in the peak of the night. The middle of nowhere; the devil's hell. The back seat is vacant, but the passengers seat is where the money lies. A man - could not be older that thirty - stood there motionless. His blonde hair was short; he wore a tuxedo, but seemed to be short on cash for a nice pair of pants. Fucking boxers. His jaw wide open as if to scream. His left eye covered with a pirate's patch and his right eye slightly opened. There was dark dry blood slapped on his neck. The man's neck was severed; just below his jaw. The slice wide enough to welcome his tongue, which stuck out like a soar thumb. A Cuban necktie was what they called it. A Cuban necktie of all things.
The other man - him, too, could not have been more than thirty - was driving the old bazooka. That old piece of shit. He lit a cigar with the good hand - the other was missing three fingers. ACDC's T.N.T blasted through the speaker phones while the driver gazed in the mirror to look at his face. He admired it as he stroked his beard, which was similar to that of Fidel Castro. The driver smiled and laughed sinisterly. A hell of a night, a hell of a country - wherever he was - and a hell of a way to die.

You got to feed the monkey

Oh what a wonderful day. Oh, no. Usually fridays means no school, or at least far away from the university. Unfortunately, with my bad luck as of late, I had to waste 2 hours this morning traveling to the university to see one of my teachers. No, I am not in trouble. I am not that much of a bad-ass, though, I can be *wink* I went to see her to talk about the upcoming essay. Fucking A.
I can tell you so much about this beautiful day, but I'm afraid I am not in the mood. I know what your thinking, "What the fuck is he wasting time blogging for?' That is a very astute observation. No, I am not wasting my time blogging. I just . . . well . . . let me see . . . fuck . . . oh, huh . . . quite an unusual . . . . day? . . . nah . . . huh, you know . . . . .bored?
You can see - I hope so - that I am bored right now. Although, I can play some more NHL 09 - an additional 4 hours today - I rather take a break. For a while, no?
On another note - a much more important note - I wrote my first poem in a month. Cheers for me.


Fucking A.

Righteous Kill

Righteous Kill . . . what can I say about this flick? Normally a movie featuring two stars, in this case Robert De Niro and Al Pacino, is bound to be decent at the very least. Normally. Not this time. I would probably wasting my time reviewing the movie in depth, therefore, I will be brief and quick. The movie was filled with plot holes, a weak script, poor acting, and senseless cliche dialogue. It is quite shamelful to watch actors such as Robert Deniro, who has not made a decent film in a decade, and Al Pacino, choose pitiful movies. Argh. Though I must admit that the movie was stupidly-funny and predictable.
A wrongful watch.

4.0/10

NHL 09

God's greatest sports video game. Period. Oh, yeah. The boy from the other side has been playing shit loads of it, but not enough I presume. Although I am not used to the controls due to the fact that I have played 2K series for the last 3 years, the game is fun to play. Fuck, I do not even know if that made sense. It is late.
AHHH.
SO far my record is 1-5-1 :(

Supernatural (t.v show)

Nothing like watching the paranormal at night. Yes, that is right I am watching Supernatural - the first season. I love this show. I started watching the t.v show when it first aired in 2005-2006, but I never got the chance to watch all of season one and season two. In other words, I lost touch with the show. The good news is I have regained my obsession to watch the series. The fourth season begins September 18th. That being said, I only have a couple of weeks to watch the first three seasons - a total of 60 episodes. So far I am at episode 18, which leaves me 4 to finish the season.
Oh, do I love the show. I love it.
In brief;
Two brothers are in search of their father, who has gone hunting for the demon that killed his wife 22 years before the show takes place. The two brothers, Dean being the older one and Sam, the youngest, battle demons, spirits and other paranormal figures in search of their father and the demon that has not only killed their mother, but Sam's girlfriend.
Awesome stuff folks, awesome.

Bloody Coffee beans

Sippin' on some sugary coffee in the land of filthy motherfucka's I can't even see my own reflection. Who can you trust?
*pauses*
And so the day went as follows; I got up at noon, stretched and stacked the course books on top of one another. I then paused. Thought how my day would look like if I chose to sleep some more. Fuck. I read. For 3 fucking bloody hours, I read. When that was done - mind you I did not read everything I had to - I went to play NHL 09 demo. Fucking fuck. I bloody suck. Well, not that I do suck, by my goalie in the game sucks. Fucking EA. The opponent goalie is always, mysteriously, superior than mine. Anways, to make and long and pointless story short, I am 2-17 in 5 minute games. That is 2 wins and 17 loses. Period.

The first week's a bitch

Fucking University!
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Nah, it has been a fun week. The first week is always long and boring because you usually don't do anything. That was the first class of each course for me. Though, there is a lot of reading to do for this weekend. This long 4 day weekend. I have no school on Monday's and Friday's :D
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Now, back to watching season 1 of SUPERNATURAL. I LOVE it.

Last post of the month

Farewell August 08, and good early morning to September 08.
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I'm rolling, strolling, kicking that funky psychedelic, while no one gives a shit.
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It's a race against time to figure out the best way to stay close yet far away.
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Much ado about nothing. That is basically it. I got nothing folks. Sorry to disappoint. Less than 30 hours before I depart for my first University class. 30 hours to burn.

Barack, Barack, Barack, Barack!!!!!

What can I say? I am a Obama suporter. It is amazing that after several centuries of American independence, this will be the first time an african-american has the possibility of being the first black president. Perhaps things are changing in America. Hopefully. Blacks in the U.S.A have suffered for too long under white supremacy, slavery, the KKK and racist authority in the U.S.A.
Well, that was my little tidbit right there.
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Moving on. In four days I will attend University for the first time. It will be tough but fun at the same time, so-to-speak. I am also glad to hear that singer Zack De La Rocha and guitarist Tom Morello from Rage Against the Machine led a protest in Denver during the Democratic National Committee against the war in Iraq. *Huge smile*

Kickin' that funky shit

It's late, it's dark. I'm bored and so are you. Ha ha ha got you! Hold on, let me grab my third coffee. Stay. Stay. Good dog.
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So last night around 1 am or 2 am - maybe sometime in between - I went to sleep. *pauses* That's a lie. I meant to say, I tried to go to sleep. Fucking Pampers commercial while I try to write something serious. Anyways, what was I saying? Umm, no not that. Oh yeah. So, I am trying to sleep - mind you I was home alone - and I start hearing someone snore and some mumble jumbo. Meh. Now there is a commercial of a girl in her bra eating rice (uncle Ben's). Goddamn it! Fuck!

Eat that Suckaaaa

Oh boy. I have been slacking off on this blog. not to be confused with wanking off. Nope. Don't even think about it. Don't! The reason is simple. Well, kind of. I have been writing a short story (trying to get into the rhythm of writing, you know?) like I told you. Also, I could be a slacker. Which at this point I am. However, I also have to read my driver's manual since my knowledge test is in two weeks. So, yeah. Eat THAT sucka!

Blair Witch Project: Another Review

Alright, where should I begin? I know, I know, this is an old movie that came out nine years ago. Believe it or not, but I have seen it for the first time today. Let's just say it is my type of film. A movie revolving around the paranormal and that which encourages its viewers to use his or her imagination in putting the pieces together.
For those of you who have not seen this movie - though I believe you have heard of it in one way or form - may or may not like it. It is as simple as that. Love it or hate it. If you hated Cloverfield, then you will hate The Blair Witch Project. Brief and simple without going into major details: The movie takes place in the woods near Burkittsville, Maryland 1993. Three teens - one girl and two guys - decide to film a documentary on the Blair Witch, which has stirred up many myths and horror. As they begin wondering in the woods they realize that they are not alone.
Ooooooohhhh, Ahhhhhhh. Eeeeeeeee.
The ending may leave some in disappointment because it is an open ending. I liked it a lot. The characters were well written and seemed realistic in which one can relate to. Though I must admit that Heather was fucking annoying at times. The first 30-45 minutes is slow and nothing 'eerie' happens, but soon after that it begins. :D