You Made A Believer Outta Me.

So, lately, I've been considering starting a band. I have tried to create a few, but for whatever reasons, it seems to epically fail and nothing (or a substantially miniscule amount of work) gets done. What can I say? I want to play in a rock band and live my dream. Just like Michael Polinko in those Bowflex commercials. Despite this lack of success with my dreams of musical stardom, I've come to the conclusion that I couldn't really decide what band I want to sound like. I like a large amount of bands, among them the following:

Pink Floyd
The Smashing Pumpkins
Oasis
The Strokes
Nine Inch Nails
Incubus
Queen
Jimi Hendrix
Albert Hammond Jr.
Julian Casablancas (solo)
Coldplay
Weezer
Tool
Frank Zappa
A Perfect Circle
The Cars
The Stone Roses
Franz Ferdinand
Zwan (the one album they released is amazing)
Jimmy Chamberlin Complex
Silversun Pickups
The Lonely Island
Flight of the Conchords
Death Cab For Cutie
Joy Division
Interpol
Maroon 5
The Airborne Toxic Event
Beck
Linkin Park
John Mayer
Green Day
Guns N' Roses
Blur
Gorillaz
Boston
Foo Fighters
Kings of Leon
New Order
Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR)
The Doors
The Police
Radiohead
The White Stripes
Rush
Vampire Weekend
Coheed and Cambria
Yes
The Beatles
My Bloody Valentine
Snow Patrol

Lot of bands, eh? Yeah, I know. So, I couldn't pinpoint just one band I want to sound like. Then it came to me: I want to sound like Primal Scream.

Wait, who?

Yeah, Primal Scream. They're a band you've probably never heard of. And they play so many odd styles of music. They can play anything from classic rock to dance to electronica to heavy metal, and sound relatively good while doing so. And they're wonderful.

So, here are some of my fave Primal Scream songs. Enjoy. Or don't. Whatever.









-Creech.

You Seem Very Beautiful To Me.

Merry Christmas Eve to all. And a Merry Christmas too. And Happy Haunakah (and apologies for completely butchering the spelling of that). And Happy Kwanzaa as well. And to Jehovah's Witnesses, well Happy Regular Day, since you guys don't celebrate any holidays.

So, I haven't blogged in 23 days. What I want to say is a combination of me being superstitious about not blogging in 23 days (the Number 23, anyone?) and me talking about how shocked I am that the fine folks here at Blogger.com haven't deleted my blog because of inactivity. So, thank you for not deleting my blog, Blogger, and how weird is it that I haven't blogged in 23 days?!!??!?!? Not that 23 is a recurring number in my life, but I just found it odd. If I were Jim Carrey's character in the The Number 23, I would've been thrown entirely over the edge. Metaphorically speaking of course. I wouldn't have literally been thrown off the edge of something. That didn't happen in the movie. But nonetheless, I digress.

I'm stoked about Christmas, and I hope you all are as well. Because if you aren't............then what the hell is wrong with you? It's freaking Christmas! I'm pumped about it. So with that, I will go off and enjoy my Christmas Eve. I hope you all do the same.

Stay classy!

-Creech.

Your Mom Goes To College.

This video needs no explanation. One of the funniest clips, if not the funniest clip, from the film Napoleon Dynamite.

Enjoy.



-Creech.

No One Gonna Take Me Alive.

So, it's December. Hard to believe, really. At least for me. It seems like a few days ago I started college, and I'll have completed my first semester in a couple of weeks, so that's amazing. It's crazy to me though that this year is nearly over. So much has happened this year, but overall this year has been tremendous. Last year was pretty good, but as most people know, it wasn't an easy year for me, losing my grandmother and my brother, but I still tried to stay positive and had a good year overall. Thankfully, this year has been overall great. Nothing horrible has happened this year, which I'm absolutely grateful for, and I'm happy with my life overall as of this moment. Well, I suppose some things could be better, but overall I can't complain. I'm happy with the way this year has gone, but it isn't over yet. I've still got a month left to kick some ass, take some names, and finish this year off right. Not necessarily in that order. Ok, I don't think that "not necessarily in that order" really made sense after what I said, but whatever. I digress. Carpe Diem, mutha'uckas. :D

Well, I didn't really have much to say in this blog, but I just wanted to vent about some stuff and get this month of blogging started off right. Mission accomplished. Possibly. I'll let you be the judge of that.

Be blessed. :)

-Creech.

Poseidon, Look At Me. Whoa, Oh.

Hello there. I hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgiving break. What's not to like about it? Food. Football. No school. Well, no school if you're going to school. Though I guess if you aren't going to school, you still have no school on Thanksgiving break, but you'd think it wouldn't be all that different. Nonetheless, I had a solid Thanksgiving break. I enjoyed the time off and it was good to get a break from school. However, I had an odd experience that I would like to share.

Yesterday, I was listening to my iPod (60 GB classic FTW!) with this cheap little battery powered speaker that hooks up to the headphone jack. After I finished listening to it.......wait, I guess I wasn't listening to it, so I went to take it off of the speaker, and what happens next?

The headphone jack of the speaker breaks off into my iPod. Son of a bitch.

However, I come up with the idea of using some staples to try and get it out. That doesn't work. So, I think "Hmm......the staples are too thin! We need something thick, yet small!" After this thought runs into my head, I think of using a sewing needle. Well, I don't just think about using one, I actually do use one. Despite my supposedly brilliant thinking (according to absolutely nobody but me), the headphone jack is still stuck inside of my iPod. At this point, I'm freaking out. Well, not really, but I get upset about the situation. Well, not upset, but whatever. Nevermind.

Later, my father (thanks Dad! *thumbs up*) eventually does get the headphone jack out of my iPod. Not sure how, but he did it. He went out in the garage, and came back inside with my iPod, which was lacking a broken headphone jack stuck inside of it. Maybe he used magic and made it levitate out of the iPod. The world may never know, I suppose.

So, this story was fairly pointless, but I'm bored, and that's what was on my mind, so here you are.

-Creech.

It's A Chance I'll Have To Take.

Allow me to begin by saying that I'm not the best with finding the right words to say. But you knew that. :D Haha. Anyways, I'll try to keep this as brief as humanly possible.

I still like you. Quite a bit, actually. But you probably knew that as well. I don't know. I also miss you terribly and I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I just.....I don't know. Seemingly, you're one of the few people, and probably the only girl, who I can fully be myself around and not have to worry about you being like "Oh, wow, he's weird" or whatever. However, having said that, I know you like him. And I'm completely fine with that. No problems whatsoever. No jealousy, bad blood, or whatnot. I understand totally.

I guess what I'm trying to say is this: if you want to go for it with him, then I'm totally fine with that. I know that you like him as well, and I don't want to get in the way of that. And, who knows? If something becomes of it, then that's fantastic. I'll be insanely happy for you. He'll have an absolutely amazing, caring, funny, sweet, and tremendous girl that is undeniably like any other girl out there, and I mean that in the absolute nicest possible way. I truly do care about you and I really like you alot, but above all else, I'm your friend, and I'll support you entirely, no matter what you do. Basically, it's entirely up to you. :)

I'll Take You To The Seven Seas of Rhye.

Hello world. I need to get back in the blogging phase. Because I never do. Or it seems as though I never do.

Now, to answer the all important question: where have I been? Well, obviously not on my blog. I'd go as far to say that if my blog were a trophy, it would be covered in dust and cobwebs. I've neglected it. I'm a terrible blogowner. Woe is me. Eh, whatever, I'm getting back into the blogging mode. It's like riding a bike, you don't forget. Then again, I never learned to ride a bike. Not sure why. Just issues with the balancing and all. My mom promised me a copy of Paper Mario if I learned to ride a bike when I was in elementary school, and Paper Mario is one of my favorite games ever, but that didn't convince me. So I basically gave up. That's right, kids. If something's too difficult to do, then give up. It's impossible to fail if you never try. Ok, bad advice, but I'm on a roll, and this blog is semi-decently long, so don't stop me.

Crap, now I've stopped. Oh well. This blog turned out a lot better than I thought it would. I basically just winged it. Go me. I'll be back with more at some point. It's time to get back into the mode of blogging. I owe it to you, the reader. Or maybe I don't. Whatever. I'll be back with a new blog soonish.

Don't give up on me.

Toodles.

-Creech.