Jeeze...

I haven't posted shit in a LONG time.

Well, quick update.

I've pretty much gone insane since last time I posted.

Lost all sense of sense.

Obsessed with Star Trek and Fight Club. Two things that two years ago I would scoffed at and gone "WTF!?".

My friend and I wrote a 500 page novel and are moving on to the sequel.

I'm a sophomore now. This summer I went to LA, Ventura, London, and Liverpool.

I just now realized that three of those start with an 'L'.

I'm also minorly obsessed with Tennis right now. If it comes down to another Nadal, Fed final, I will kill myself.

I saw Green Day live and went to Warped Tour.

I got Mike Dirnt's bass pic.

The First rule about Fight Club is you do not talk about Fight Club.

The Second rule about Fight Club is you do not talk about Fight Club.

The Third rule about Fight Club is if someone says "stop" or goes limp, taps out the fight is over.

The Fourth rule about Fight Club is only two guys to a fight.

The Fifth rule about Fight Club is only one fight at a time.

The Sixth rule about Fight Club is no shirts, no shoes.

The Seventh rule about Fight Club is fights will go on as long as they have to.

The Eighth rule about Fight Club is if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.

xo

Band reviews.

So, I've decided to rate the life proformances of all of the bands I've seen life. Well, because I'm bored and thought it would be something that would excersize my brain.Disclaimer: This is based on a grading system based off of other bands. A band could be amazing life and get a 5 or 6 because of how amazing AMAZING another band was.
John Mayer: 8/10John Mayer was absolutely brilliant live! His show was my first ever, and it was epic. We were at Red Rocks, pretty far back, but I still believe he is one of the best (alive) guitarists out there.

The Vincent Black Shadow: 5/10

They were good, but I didn't really pay much attention. I was too buzzed about being at Warped.

The Almost:6/10

They were good, but we were SO far back. Plus, the whole "We love God" thing kind of bummed me out.

Cute Is What We Aim For: 2/10

It took some time for me to realize how much they really sucked.

Circa Survive: 4/10

We were just watching them while in line, so we didn't really pay much attention. But, from what I cam remember, they sounded good.

Boys Like Girls: 5/10

Lost my love for them, but they were still fun live. I loved standing on a tree and watching, haha.

Play! Radio! Play!: 4/10

Handshakes! Good band live, kinda screechy...

The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus: 5/10

They rocked it.

Yellowcard: 4/10

The first time I heard their new stuff. it was good. 6 mosh pits, though? What?

Gallows: 6/10

Yessss. They kick ass.

Chiodos: 6/10

I adore them. Craig sounds flawless live too.

Paramore: 5/10

Not the best band live, but still fun.

Single File: 7/10

I adore those boys. They were so amazing, probably from the buzz of playing mainstage at Warped.

Madina Lake: 7/10

So much fun. One giant orgy.

The Bled: 3/10

Screamo. Ewwie.Styles from Beyond: 1/10Gross.

Saosin: 6/10

I loved them live, but the mosh was a little dumb.

Mindless Self Indulgence: 8/10

I love love love MSI. Live, amazing. Jimmy is so hilarious. What a fun time.

Julien K: 5/10

meh, kind of boring. A bunch of old guys humping mics. Pretty... creepy.

Placebo: 7/10

Baby, did you forget how AMAZING Placebo are live? Haha.

Him: 3/10

I liked them until I saw them live. LAME.

Taking Back Sunday: 7/10

I adore them, but I didn't see enough to give a higher score. But, from what I saw, they were amazing. I love them. :)

My Chemical Romance: 8/10

My first time seeing MCR was amazing. They totally rocked Coors Amp.

Linkin Park: 4/10

They were pretty bad, haha. But, cool lights!

Drive By: 6/10

Drive by was fun. I don't really remember much, though.

Billy Talent: 8/10

I fell in LOVE when I saw them live. Ohh.

My Chemical Romance (again): 9/10

They play so much better when it's in a personal venue. Epic. Frank Iero spit in my mouth though. I loved it at the time, but... ew. D:

Phantom Planet: 7/10

They were totally amazing. And I had no clue that they were the band who played "California" until they did. I didn't expect Rossy to run out either. Funfun.

The Hush Sound: 8/10

One of my favorite bands ever. :) I didn't know it then, but I wish I did. I could have rocked more.

Motion City Soundtrack: 8/10

They did an amazing job. I was so tired by the time they were on, though.

Panic At The Disco: 15/10

This proformance was superior to the rest. The best one I've ever seen period. Probably the best night of my life, too. HCT was too much fun. They were having fun, and so was everyone else. The mood in the room was great.

The Academy Is...: 9/10

William Becket, Adam T. Siska, Michael Cardon, The Butcher, Micheal Guy... need I saw more?

Say Anything: 7/10

Epicness. They played so well.

From First To Last: 7/10

I used to have mad love for them, and at Warped I realized why. They were amazing!

3OH!3: 9/10

Though I could barely see them over the crowd of rabid CO natives, they were AMAZING. I love them. So what?

The Devil Wears Prada: 0/10

Worst band I have ever seen life. The end. :)

Cobra Starship: 8/10

So much fun. Fangs were up.

Jeffree Star: 8/10

Haha, I love jeffree.

Katy Perry: 6/10

we were too far back to really know, but I think she did a really good job.

The Hush Sound (again): 10/10

In-store, and it was so cool. I loved meeting them, and they sounded to amazing acoustic. Right before Chris quit too. :(

The Cab: 9/10

SO much fun. Alex DeLeon kept staring at me. They rocked it.

The Plain White Ts: 7/10

Fun. The lead singer held my hand... cool.

Dashboard Confessional: 8/10

Surprisingly. I used to hate them, but now I don't they were soo good.

Panic At The Disco (again): 13/10

This one's a bit lower, because they smushed all of their old songs into one, and didn't play an encore, but these boys cannot be beat live. Truly amazing night also.

The Frequent Sea: 6/10

not my style of music, but I adore Nerf.

The Northern Way (formally Set Forth): 7/10

Really good proformance. The lead singer is so cute! They were adorable. Local bands! woot!

The Epilogues: 7/10

some scary times for me (aka laura trying to pull me into a mosh) but they were really good. A little screamo, but I can survive.

Single File (again) : 9/10

SUCH a special hometown show. They played great, and made us realize how much they loved us CO kids. They'll always be CO boys, no matter WHERE fame takes them. ;)

Hey Monday:7/10

a lot better than I expected. They sang in tune and together. Still a little too poppy for me.

All Time Low: 7/10

I dislike THEM as people, but they were good live (sexist pigs.)

Cobra Starshio (again): 10/10

You Da Man, Co-Brahh.I love them. Did you know that? Yes, well, too bad. I LOVE THEM.

Metro Station: 1/10

not much better live than TDWP, but I guess there was something there.

Fall Out Boy: 11/10

Unexpectedly, they exceed the '10' as well, just like the amps in Spinal Tap. I didn't expect them to be THAT amazing. They were SO amazing. Politically, they were epic. They had so many good points, and such a good show. Amazing!

Blizard.

Colorado weather fucking sucks.

Checking in.

So, I'm sick again. Last week I came home with a fever of 101, and I was sick as hell.

It's blizzarding outside. Two feet, I'm pretty sure. Which sucks, because it's Friday night, and snow disables me to do something. All I wanna do is go to blockbuster, get Yes Man and The Spirit, and then go to King Soopers and get some sushi. I'm watching a really dumb scary movie right now, where some perv chick is forcing this poor John Mayer look-a-like to take off his clothes. That's scary in itself.

We got let out of school early today due to weather conditions. Thank god. My public speaking teacher scares me half the time, and Mr. Barta (my orch. teach, who consequentially was also 3oh!3's music teacher) would be in a pissy mood due to the snow. Going home was a mess though. the bus didn't show for 20 minutes, so we had to stand in it. Ugg.

So, the reason I'm probably sick again was braving the Fall Out Boy concert on Tues. Totally worth it though. I'm going to go through a play-by-play of it right now, actually.

So, first we drive down to Colfax at about 4:30, and the Fillmore (the venue) it shaped so it has a back road that goes to a neighborhood, and that's the road that the line goes down. So, my mom drove half way down that road, which was still completely functional dispite the tour busses everywhere, and dropped us off, then proceeded to drive down the street and almost hit Alex Suarez. I could have murdered someone. So, we got in line right in front of the busses, and in front of some teenie All Time Low obsessors. It was quite frightening, actually. Trace Cyrus and Mason Musso (or whatever) walked off of their bus, and the girls behind us were fucking screaming like someone had shoved a hot poker up their asses. Headache? On top of that, it started raining. Joy. Ryland, Vicky, and Alex from Cobra kept walking in front of us, and no one noticed, so at one point I yelled "RYLAND'S SEXY." and he waved. Nice dude.

So, skipping the rest of the exciting line stories, we finally got in the venue and got our place near the middle. Hey Monday came on pretty quickly, and they were okay. Kind of short and boring. But, after them, the crowd started pushing REALLY hard. So hard I could hardly breath. And I know that none of you have been in the Fillmore, but it's seriously lacking air contioning. I'm more partial to the Gothic, after my third show at the Fillmore. Nothing but good memories there though (Panic and My Chem. I saw My Chem at the Fillmore exactly a year before FOB). So, by the time All Time Low came on, we were basically sandwiched. I was having a hard time breathing, and I couldn't move, and I lost my favorite sunglasses -RIP.- All Time Low was somewhat sexist and annoying, but enjoyable none the less. I could have punched Alex (Gaskarth?) though. What a jerk. "I WANNA LICK YOUR BOOBS, 12 YEAR OLDS!" ew, creep.

After that, Laura and I left the pit to go sit down at buy some Cobra merch. I was convinced that Metro Station was the next band, so we did. But, when I heard Gabe Saporta's voice, I screamed "SHIT" and dragged Laura back. The right side of the stage was so loose, so people just let us by as we climbed to third row to dance our asses off. Sexy preformance. I adore them with every fiber of my existance. If I was a man, Gabriel would give me SUCH a boner (ha, I kid.) So, they played an amazing set, and we decided that seeing Metro Station wasn't worth it, so we made our way back out, bought some water and coke, and then sat against the wall and chilled for their entire set. They sucked ass, and reminded me of Barbie's Dream Band. "MMKAYY ladies, it's time to dance! Yeah! Woo! Yeah! Yay!" Oh my god. I wanted to punch Trace Cyrus right in his fucking pretentious, egotistical, HIDEOUS face. To quote smosh "what an emo douchebag." They ended (thank GOD), and we walked back up to second row on the way right side of the stage. pretty good spot if you ask me. Then FOB did an epic set, and I decided two things. 1. I still like their music. They have great talent, and they're amazing life. 2. Pete Wentz is... -cringe- attractive. Damnit, I hate myself. After seeing a man's penis when you're 12, it's usually a major turn off. That was 3 years ago, and it still scars me, but he's so cute. They played my favorite Fall Out Boy song of all time (Chicago is So Two Years Ago), and they showed a picture of Billvy and Brennyboo on the background, while Gabey ran out in amazingly tight jeans durring What A Catch, Donnie. So, they finished an amazing show, and then we went home. It was a late, but amazingly amazing night. I'm glad I went, even if I destroyed my throat. Laura and I (surprisingly) had a blast. Unexpected.

So... I'm going to go no. I've wasted enough time blogging.

Note: I just realized where the word "blog" came from. web log. ahahhh.

xo

This blog is not filled with angst, but of sadness.

I have a lot of sadness for the following people:

Idiots.

Biggots.

Ignorent Bastards.

People incapable of intellegent thought.

People who don't question.People who can't keep promises.

People who don't own up to what they've done.

Hypocrites.

People whose lives are based on fear.

People who can't think for themselves and let other people think for them.

People who care more about getting high then taking care of their body.

People who value one person's life above another.

People who block out all thoughts of reason.

People who value one kind of person more than another.

People who base our leaders off of faith rather than trust.

Followers.

People who believe that death is a solution rather than a tragedy.

People who hate based on assumptions.

People who judge due to outward appearance.

People who jump to conclusions.

People who refuse to live life to its fullest.

People who don't care about the enviorment because they'll be 'saved'.

People who trust their leaders out of instinct.

People who do certian things to fit in.

People who do certian things because it's a trend.

People who preach things they don't understand.

People who refuse to mature.

People who refuse to open their eyes to the real world.

People who choose to remain in the dark about situations.

People who shelter other people from the truth.

People who trust without reason.People who trust without thought.

People who trust without research.

People who trust without consideration and reconsideration.

People who think of themselves as more important than others.

People who hate due to sexual orientation, race, or gender.

People who believe that war is the only way to solve problems.

People who believe that peace is an impossible goal.

People who refuse to work together.

People who believe faith over science.

People who think that their opinions are more important than someone else's.

People who don't think that a human life is important.

People who waste their lives worrying about what will happen after they die.

People who wrongly accuse based off of assumptions.

People who judge.

I just watched Religulous. This is where that came from. xo

Since I'm a copycat...

I want to do a Ross-style A-Z Music Alphabet.

Starting with A, though.

A: AFI, The Academy Is...

B: The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Billy Talent

C: Cobra Starship, The Clash, The Cab,

D: Death Cab for Cutie

E: Elton John

F: Flobots, Fall out Boy, Franz Ferdinant, The Foo Fighters

G: Green Day, Gallows

H: The Hush Sound

I: Interpartysystem

J: Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, John Mayer, John Lennon, Jack's Mannequin

K: Katy Perry

L: Leathermouth, Lily Allen, Ludo

M: My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, Marcy Playground, MGMT

N: Nirvana

O: The Offspring

P: Panic At The Disco, Pink Floyd, Placebo, The Plain White T's

Q: Queen, Queens of the Stoneage

R: Radiohead, Rise Against, The Rolling Stones, The Ramones

S: Smashing Pumpkins, Say Anything, Sex Pistols, Single File

T: Thenewno2, Taking Back Sunday

U: U2, The Used

V: The Velvet Underground

W: Weezer, The White Stripes

X: ?

Y: Yellowcard (kind of)

Z: The Zombies

#: 3OH!3

Slumdog Millionaire.

So, I wrote this review for Mibba, but I think I'll post it here anyways.

For a very long time, Americans have thought that they understood India through their image of the bright, vibrant colors and outrageous dance sequences of Bollywood, and through the glimpses of it on TV. But few ever really understand the true essence and feel of the real India. My father grew up in India, and though he wasn’t a slumdog, he knew that the flashy Bollywood scenes were just a part of the vast culture of that flavorful country. When I went to see Slumdog Millionaire for the first time a few weeks ago, truthfully, I didn’t know what to expect. I had only traveled to India when I was very little, only a few months old, so even I didn’t fully understand the country of my heritage.
Well, I was completely blown away. The entire movies has you gripping the arm rests, and practically falling out of your seat. Danny Boyle captured the true India, from the slums of Mumbi, to the riches of the Taj Mahal.
This movie deserved every award it won at the Oscars, including best Motion Picture. It is a masterpiece. Every single camera angel in the entire film took a lot of artistic thought. The colors, the lighting, everything was made to perfection, and this movie was only made on 12,000,000 Dollars. Now this may seem like a lot, but when you compare it with how much money other movies take to make, it’s nothing.
In this movie you follow the 18 year old Protagonist, Jamal Malik from the time he was just a small slum from the worst poverty in Mumbi, to where he’s sitting in a chair in front of millions of viewers, about to win 20,000,000 Rupees.
In the beginning, he’s being tortured by the police because they’re convinced that he cheated. Then, after finally deciding to talk, he explains how each question was lined up like it was meant to be, and he just happened to know every single answer. He explains the life of him and his older brother Salim, and the love of his life, Latika.
A) He cheated,B) He's lucky, C) He's a genius, D) It is written.

:) I hate this feeling.

The feeling of being alone.

Bleh.

Well, oh well.

I'm watching the Mask right now, but I really need to get ahold of my Lauraaa and go see The Watchmen. I want to see it so bad right now.

But, then again, Austin Powers in Goldmember is on next... so maybe I'll wait.

I've been totally ditched.

s'okay.

I guess.

:)

Haha, my mom's a genius.

So, she went to the play tonight trying to figure out who my 'senior crush' was. Haha, so when we got home...

"So... Hat?"

"Yep."

"Feather?"

"Nope."

"UH! Damn... well... you're not into facial hair."

".....................well."

"OHHH. He's cute."

:) Mommy, I love you.

Well, probably seeing the Watchmen tomorrow. And MAYBE Slumdog? I dunno..

g'night.

You know, I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind!

Illness. It really sucks. You know what sucks worse about it?

In CO we have this fucked up thing called 'CSAP'. It's like a giant test, and it's pointless. Part of Bush's 'No Child Left Behind' bullshit. So, I took the math part on Monday, and I was absent Tuesday because I feel like I'm about to see the light. Then today, i was also sick, but I had to go to school. So I had to be stuck in this awfully small 'library confrence' room for 4 hours and do the part of the test that I missed. Then, at 1:00, they made me go back and do the part that I missed today. So, I ended up doing 2 entire CSAP sessions in ONE day, and the whole time I felt like I was going to barf up a lung.

I have a fever, and I bet I have all day. I love how everyone's just noticing these things. I need a doctor.... nevermind. Doctors are overpriced and overrated. They don't help. I'll tough it.

Good news: Sophomores still have to test tomorrow, and we don't, so I get to sleep in until 10:00. When you're sick, this is a major advantage.

Other good news: I get to miss piano again today. Don't get me wrong, I adore music, but my teacher sometimes... reminds me of, well, Hitler. I've been gone for two weeks, and she's going to pop a screw because instead of learning the 'Ann Bach' crap I was supposed to practice, I've been teaching myself 'Moonlit Sonata' by Beethoven. Much better.

If there are any typos in this post, I apologize already. I cannot think when my head feels like it weights 1000 tons.

My orchestra teach is also going to kill me because I'm missing rehersal for Pit Orchestra for Once Upon a Mattress tonight. :( Damnit, that means I also don't get to see _____________.

A nice night of rest is what I need. I think I'll go check twitter and NDP and shit now. xo

And listen to the Music of the Night...

I just saw the Broadway production of Phantom of the Opera, and it was SPECTACULAR. Dear lord, I don't think I've ever seen a better production... and I saw Julie Taymore's Lion King. Jesus.

In other news...

___________ spoke to me. He bumped into me and said 'excuse me'. I think I almost fainted, but I held it together until I got to my locker.

Branden Urine has a GIRLFRANN. Exciting, yuhh? She looks like Katy Perry.

My dad is downstairs singing strange music. My uncle is not an illegal immigrint anymore. I love granola. Csap starts tomorrow. The play ends next weekend. I FINALLY think I like someone more than just a crush, but I'm too much of a wussie to do shit about it. I realy want to watch Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist again. I wish my mommy would take me to Slumdog Millionaire... again.

So yes.

Ramen.

It fuels me (pun totally intended, hardy harr harrr).

I don't have much to say.

p.s. I am DONE with taking orders.

xo

Once Upon A Matress; day... oh, I give up.

I've stopped counting days. I'm a little... spacially retarded, so to speak.

Well, I'm in the orchestra pit for Ponderosa High School's production of "Once Upon a Matress". Exciting? Yuh.

I KNOW no one reads this damned blog, but someday someone will. As I said before, this is mostly for my own sanity. I need to rant to someone... why not the unclaimed internet?

Highlights of my day:

Seeing the sexy senior (who shall NOT be named) with no shirt on (:D)

Brendon Urie singing "MY DICK GOT SUCKED THROGH THE WINDOW, AND IT WAS PAINFUL AND BAD, OHHHH."

Muhaha.

xo

Day 5; school.

Sorry I missed yesterday, I was extremely busy. So, right now I'm sitting in my photography class watching Monster's Inc. and avoiding the sub. Scary stuff. Mr Porter, my teacher, is 'sick' (aka at home designing tshirts and snowbording).

Well, I can't talk for long, so I'll maybe update again later. xo

Day 3; Math.

It dawned on me that no one is going to ever read this blog, so it's mostly for my sanity at this point.

Math will be the end of me. I can't believe it. I'm a straight A student with a fucking C in math. I flunked the final. Like, an F. It's disgusting how dumb I am in that class really. Algebra is the worst. Hopefully Geometry will be easier next year.

I don't have that much to say besides the fact that I'm angry at myself.

Current song: Tonight Tonight- The Smashing Pumpkins. Though I don't like Billy Corgan that much, I adore this song. It's a classic.

Day 2; Back Aches.

Hello again. Well, there's not much to say today, kind of boring. I am now a photoshop ninja, woot.

Hm, I'd like to rant about something...

RACISM:

Yes, this is my chosen topic of the day. Probably because it's Black History month, and it's a good time to get these things out in the open.

It's the 21st century, people. Not the 1800's, not the 60's, 2009. And guess what? We just elected a black man to be our 44th president of the united states of america. It doesn't matter if you hate him, or you don't agree with him, but the fact is that he's out elected leader now, and you have to come to terms with it. I can understand being biased against his views... but, if you hate him for any of the following reasons, you are wayyy out of wack. Because he's black, because his name's 'Barack Hussein Obama', or because his father was born and lived in Kenya. If you hate him for any of these reasons, you, my not so dear friend, are a racist. It's not a disease, but you need to cure yourself anyway. Get cultured, start understanding that people are people, and it doesn't matter what the color of their skin is, and it doesn't jusitfy anything about them. Dispite the fact, we all bleed the same color. We're all on this earth together, and if we're going to save it, everyone needs to learn how to accept each other. Skin tone is a trait, and it doesn't instantly mean that you're like one of the nasty stereo-types they throw at us. For example, I'm 1/2 indian, and I'm not amazingly smart in most subjects, and I DON'T want to be a doctor, or a lawyer, or anything that people may stereotize me to be. Racial slurs are so 40 years ago. Let's move on, shall we?

Done for today with the ranting. Maybe I'll come back to this subject later, maybe I won't. Who knows.

xo

p.s. BLINK 182 BLAHHHHRGGG -is happy-

Day 1; Hello, My name is...

Blog=a good idea. I have so many thoughts in my head all of the time, and the myspace blogs seem rather insignificant. Now, 'blogger' has the word 'blog' in the name, so that's a total bonus.

Well, hai. My name's Rachel, and I live in the most of the time freezing cold state of Colorado. It's kind of a hick state, but near where I live, around Denver, it's mostly liberal progressive. I love it here, and I wouldn't mind living here forever, but I'd rather live in England, my favorite place in the world.

I'm 14 (but way too mature for my age), and I'm a freshman. Well, 1/2 a freshman, anyway.

My passion is music. I play it, listen to it, think about it... pretty much everything that has to do with it. I play the piano, guitar, viola, violin, bass, some harmonica, and the vocal chords.

My favorite artists include...

The Beatles (obv.), Panic At The Disco, The Hush Sound, 3OH!3 (hometown represent!) , AFI, Bob Dylan, My Chemical Romance, Pink Floyd, The Ting Tings, Cobra Starship, The Academy Is..., Radiohead

and many, many more.

So, blogs... well, we're supposed to talk about what's on our minds, right?

The Grammy's are tonight, anyone else going to watch them? I might, just because of 'Green Day's big announcement'. I've been listening to them for years, and it's about time they put out another album. I can't wait for John Mayer's performance, and to see if Panic wins their category. School's tomorrow again, bleh. I skipped out on the Sadie Hawkin's dance yesterday, but it was going to be lame anyway. Homecoming's fun, but now Sadie's.

Well, that's it for now. I guess I'll get a little more used to this later. tata.

Maybe I'll get a 'picture of the day' thing going.

photo credit: me.