hmmm... this weekend As far as weekends go this one cant be rated.

It was F'ing awesome. and that's an understatement.

Here's the itinerary.

Thursday night.
9:00
Marcum got here around 9 and then John came over.
We went and rode around and went and messed with Cody then came home.
11:00
We came home and got our stuff ready.
We then proceeded to watch Bumfights and Cky. Both movies are very nice, pleasant movies.
FRIDAY
4:00
We left. I go to sleep.
9:00
I wake up. We arrive in Dallas.
We eat at this bad ass place called Antones Cafe.
10:00
we go to the Gypsy Tea Room and hang out
2:00
Taking Back Sunday and Saves the Day arrive
5:00
Me, John, and Marcum eat the bands food... mmmmm. RIBS. Matt Magee arrives. YAY
6:00
Taking back Sunday plays 3 acoustic songs. Best 20 minutes of my life.....
Only 20 ppl or so saw this part.
8:00
Concert starts.
Moneen comes out dressed in Star Wars.... very beautiful
Taking Back Sunday comes out dressed as hicks.... even more beautiful.
Saves the day ends the show dressed as wizard of oz ppl... perfect.
Every band played excellent and it was just... mind blowing to say the least. oh yeah, Saves the Day played a cover of Outkast... funniest, greatest, best cover ever.
10:45
We go hang out in West End.
11:45
We go to the Regency... a f'ing nice hotel. We have mucho fun lighting stuff on fire. Messin around, exploring. Being dumb.
2:00
Went to sleepy.
SATURDAY
8:30
The guys wake me up.
9:00
we go to the observation level of the like highest thing in Dallas that was right next to our hotel. ya know, we found a beer bottle up there, had to throw it off...
9:20
spent like half an hour throwing crap down an elevator shaft. LOL
9:50
went and explored West End some more
Went to Anotones Cafe (again)
11:00
checked out of hotel and went and ate at HOOTERS
12:30
Went and explored the Galleria mall. Much more fun.
We spent two hours in these massage chairs... it was interesting
4:00
Dropped Matt off and went home.


Weekends dont happen like that very often. wish u were there with me.  ¶ 8:57 PM

  happy happy, joy joy i am countin the hours. Only a few left. The best day of my life is beginning to form.. YES..... (evil laugh)

Marcum is on his way, John died a little of his hair black, and Im watchin Interview with A Vampire. Alll is very well.

Im gonna miss my friend courtney, so Ill take some pics for ya, aight?

WELL..... I think Im gonna crap my pants. Im close.. Im leavin at 4 in the morning....

Love to All,
Christian  ¶ 8:14 PM

  wow. CHurch is so gay. Like so damn gay. All church is is nasty kids in a nasty smelling gym listening to nasty music. It sucks extreme balls. I have realized that church to me seems nothing but a lot of establishments competing to create the best euphoric atmosphere where ppl can feel giddy enough to cry and hold their hands up. Our establishment sucks at it right now. Oh well, I dont give.

Im seein Taking Back Sunday in a day. And there is nothing any one can do to stop it. HA-HA  ¶ 9:57 PM

  Courtney, u can stop whining now. Wow. This weekend = FUN. No parents from Friday til Sunday night.

Friday hung out with some friends. Had suburban... drove around pumpkin smashing.
Saturday hung out with friends. had suburban drove around to various locations in town. Got chased by the cops for 3 hours after almost getting caught wrapping the country club. Its a long tale.
Sunday sat around and played Grand Theft Auto Vive City and watched a good movie : Interview with a Vampire.

hmm.. what else is goin on. Here this is my book report on Fight CLub. This is my interpretation of the theme that Fight Club is about.

.............................................................................Fight Club

Years ago, it seemed there were rules, there were boundaries to books. Books had a limit and most of them stayed within it. Then, a book was released that shattered these walls and broke every rule blowing the old laws away and giving way to new forms of creative life and never before thought of concepts. This book was Fight Club. From somewhere in the depths of writer, Chuck Palahniuk’s dark mind came forth the unconventional story about a schizophrenic man whose alter ego starts a chain of underground fight clubs eventually leading to the formation of Project Mayhem. Released in October of 1999 by Henry Holt & Company, Inc. Fight Club was turned into a major motion picture not long after that. The movie became an instant cult classic and starred Brad Pitt, Edward Norton, and Helena Bonham Carter. Now a legend, Fight Club’s theme is the criticism of our time against commercialism and the susceptibility of today's society. The plot unfolds in modern New York City and is told by the first person narrator, the first part being told as a flashback.
The narrator whose name is never told is a very diverse and complex character. He is a pencil-pushing, insomniac, who works in a claims department for a large car manufacture. His job is to decide what a manufacture does in case of a design flaw. He hates his job, boss, and his life. To deal with his insomnia, he attends support groups where he sees true pain and he is then able to sleep. He is the essence of a consumer whom “does not own his things, they own him.” He spends his life filling his apartment with things he thinks define him and bring out his character. He is a “product of lifestyle obsession.” At the first he is very conservative, a nice guy. After his apartment gets blown up, and he begins to live with Tyler, he becomes more and more of a savage animal acting on his more manly basic instincts. By the end of the book, he is a new man, completely different than the way he was before.
Tyler Durden is the alter ego of our protagonist, no-name narrator. He was formed in the subconscious mind of the narrator as the man he truly wanted to be. He looked the way he wanted to look, talked the way he wanted to talk, and behaved the way he wanted to behave. He is first introduced to the narrator on a plane and gives the main character his business card. Later, when our narrator finds out that his apartment has exploded, he calls Tyler and asks if he can stay with him. The two meet at a bar and have their first fight club in the parking lot. It becomes the narrator’s new form of dealing with his insomnia. This is how they become friends and remain in contact with each other. Even though Tyler and the leading man are the same person, the main character sees Tyler doing things he wishes he could do. Tyler is a strange, bizarre character who works in an aristocratic restraint where he pees in the dishes and works as a late night cinema roll changer where he splices explicit images into children’s films. He is also the one whom really forms and conducts project mayhem. He rejects the basic assumption of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions and strives to bring back the man in manly.
The third major character that we meet in this story is Marla. Marla Singer is a support group “tourist” like our main character. Since the presence of another such "tourist" is distracting, they agree to split up the groups, so as not to run into each other. Unfortunately, this splitting results in their losing out on half a week or so of this bizarre therapy. Marla jumps back into the plot when she calls the narrator while he is staying at Tyler’s house and Tyler picks up the phone and takes her back to his house. The two begin having a sexual relationship in which our main character cannot understand. She is, like the other two characters, eccentric and odd. She lives cheaply by stealing clothes from laundry mats and selling them in thrift stores. She falls in love with the main character but can’t grasp his strange behavior.
The plot is as intricate and perplexing as the characters within it. After the narrator goes to support groups to sleep, he becomes addicted to them as a form of therapy for his insomnia. When Marla interrupts this odd form of coping with insomnia, he unknowingly begins to slowly form Tyler Durden in his mind. After he confronts his alter ego on the plane, he befriends him and later stays with him when his apartment is blown up. Together they form fight club, which becomes the narrator new form of therapy. The club meets in the evenings, and members duke it out, two at a time, just for the adrenaline of it. And their club immediately starts attracting more and more men who equally want to smack and get smacked. This leads to the formation of Project Mayhem which is a group of fight clubbers who have moved onto more dangerous deeds. The army of “space monkeys,” as they are called, do mischievous crimes throughout the city to slowly begin to put society into decline. Their ultimate goal is to return man to its true origin. The narrator slowly begins to figure out that he is Tyler Durden and that he is responsible for all the chaos. He tries to undo all the harmful things his alter ego has done, but finds that he has set up fight clubs all over America and that Project Mayhem is planning to blow up every credit card building in New York. He tries to stop the plan, but his alter ego shows up and after a fight, ties him up and sticks a gun in his mouth. Our protagonist slowly realizes how to manipulate his mind and forces himself to shoot himself. When he does this, he doesn’t die; he merely kills Tyler and breaks his lower jaw. While all this is going on, the bombs underneath the credit card buildings blow and he realizes what he has done. As he looks on with unsurity, Marla shows up at his side and together they face the future.
I think that this is one of the most profound and symbolic books I have ever read. The use of metaphors and other various facets within the book that follow the plot are genius. I think that Palahniuk is brilliant. Even though he weaves this story with many dark and maybe even controversial elements, it remains a supreme work of literary art.
The 20th century male’s struggle still continues today, the 21st century is a corporate controlled society, in a consumer culture that gives life value by what is bought and owned, not by the individual. The modern male is emasculated in this feminist culture. Chuck Palahniuk does an excellent job of taking a contemporary subject and putting it on paper. Fight Club takes these themes, consumerism, emasculation of the male and liberation and weaves them together to make a great narrative on the unfilled, unwholesome male who desperately seeks to be free from society’s control. This book is the ultimate stand on freedom from the ordinary, mundane life society has created for us and I most desperately want to avoid. I view this book, as to a certain extent, a guide of how not to live my life and how to avoid falling victim to this artificial sense of self by commercialism.

“You are not your job. You are not how much you have in the bank. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your khakis. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.” Tyler

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Any way, Im goin to Dallas on Friday

Its goin to be the best day of anyones life.

Not only am I going to be going to see Taking Back Sunday, I will be hanging out with them backstage.

Yes, I am a lucky lucky bastard.



  ¶ 5:35 PM

  This is a tale about a young boy who was bored and decided to talk about himself. A subject he enjoys to much. Here, some crap going on in my life.
I have been reading other peoples blogs. Some crap kinda almost pissed me off. I don't know why I'm talking about it. I mean, its not like I'm going to tell them or talk about it at all. I just wanted to state it. That some ppls blogs just piss me off, or at least parts about them.
I'm really bored. I'm listening to Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around.

Rehab is goin pretty good, I guess.. I mean, hell, I can walk normal now. That's always good. Cant bend my leg all the way, but eh, I'm used to it. That's not a thing I thought I would have to ever get used to. Well, yes, life IS a Bitch.
I have been pretty happy lately. I mean, up until I read everyone's blogs. I feel like when I write in mine I should be all depressed or having some horrible crap goin on in my life. But u know what, I'm pretty healthy, I've got a good family (even though they suck sometimes), a nice house, plenty of clothes, really great friends, and yeah.. That's all that matters
Everything else is just bonus.
I mean, I almost feel out of place when my blog is, dare I say, GOOFY at times.
I mean, God, that is probably a crime or something.
Ok, enough of that.... I don't really give a damn, and I'm gonna continue to keep this thing a positive... even stupid, if I want my lil ole blog to be.

Hey, I finally had some fun this weekend. I mean like mischievous summer fun type stuff.
Me and John and good ole Matt Long went and road around. Got on a few oil tank things and chased a few cats at 3 in the morning. Also, we found this old bike and had some fun destroying it and then threw it up on the press box. I love those guys, I miss doin that type of stuff.

This weekend Marcum is coming into town. Yay. That makes me happy. Im gonna have to be in the darn parade. NOT fun.
Next weekend, my mom and dad are leaving Friday morning and coming home on Sunday night. Yay.. That makes me happy too. Should be fun weekends.

Im 15. Yes, basicly a man. Ok, maybe not. But I can dream, cant I? Im leaving. Yes.

christian wall....ACE  ¶ 9:47 PM

  Ive been thinkin.... Maybe people dont really know what music is about anymore.
Like Country, country music today isn't about living on a farm. Its not about picking cotton.
"Country" music is about honky tonks and beer.
Take Johnny Cash or even Hank Williams. Those guys knew what the Hell they were singing about.
Both of them were born around the Depression. They had tough childhoods, but they made a a living by working the lands with their hands and being resourceful. They used the country to survive.
I dont think Kenney Chesney or Toby Keith have ever picked cotton or anything like it in their lives.
Not like I have, but Im not singing "country" either.
Its seems like instead a way of life defining music... its the other way around the music has become a lifestyle.
The "cowboys" today ride in their big Dodge Rams and go to rodeos. Thats about it. The people who sing "country" these days probably havent ever even really worked with the country. They are guys in high dollar boots and hats playin the same chords, singin the same message with different words.
Its just not like that music is even about anything anymore.

Im not a country lover, but there is some stuff I like. Its like older stuff and its pretty slow. I know, it doesnt sound like me. I dont know why I like it, but I really do. Plus, I have a huge admiration for JOHNNY CASH. Perhaps one of the greatest performers to ever live. I got most of the stuff up there from his autobiography. It is well worth reading. Oh and by the way, he puts what I said up there like 300 times better than I did. I stunk up his message, but I just felt like sharing it the best I could recall.

Anyway, the reason I put that up in here is because I have been thinking about what Cash said about country music and the same thing goes for a lot of the mainstream rock. Its just all bull crap that they sing, or most of it. Its just like words that rhyme so that ppl can understand it and go buy cds. Music isnt an art like it once was, its more of a business. A really large corporation that makes sounds.

eh.. thats my spill for the day.

I bet everyone is glad I dont post often.  ¶ 6:05 PM

  I have a magic toenail, I keep it on my foot. Its always there to rescue me, when something goes Kapoot. Brak,
I like Brak.
I think Brak is funny.
He is stupid.
But He is Funny.
He comes from Space Ghost.
Download a couple quotes off of Kazaa by typing in Brak.
That is if u want to be humored.
If u dont want to be humored.
Dont dont download a couple of quotes off Kazaa by typing Brak.
  ¶ 8:00 PM

  There was not anything to do, so I wrote the following : hmm

I had a lot of visitors yesterday Courtney and Kylie were here for like 3 hours, Jeff stopped by a bit, Jamie and Chrissy came over and hung out and Ryan came by for a weird couple of seconds...
Courtney bought me this BIG candy basket thing, so THANKS COURT. She is my belle and I am her beau for homecoming. I dont know how the Hell that happened, I mean I was kinda at home lying in my bed throwing up whenever they voted, but eh...
now I get to ride in the parade on a 1964 red convertible Austin Heely. not too shabby

I want to watch like 3 movies at one time right now. I want to watch Scarface, Animal House, and any Adam Sandler movie. I dont know why. I watched Fight Club yesterday, I havent watched it in a long while. Speaking of movies....
Stanley Kubrick could be the greatest director of all time. Maybe.
Also, Confessions of A Dangerous Mind is a movie worth renting. I watched it the other day and thought it was pretty good.

Anyway... yeah. I think Im gonna go.   ¶ 5:58 PM

  And it haz been two days since the surgery I just got done eating lunch with Jamie, yeah I cooked for her and stuff... aint I swell?

anyway, two days now it has been since 3 holes were placed in my knee, there are still 3 holes
I havent felt any pain whatso ever, but Ive thrown up a couple of times, cause of the medication... Ive missed three days of school. Yay. Not looking forward to the make - up.

Im listening to some old school alternative, well... its not old school.. its like the 1999s or so.
Yeah, Vertical Horizon and Eve 6. I used to really like those bands back in the day. Dave Mathews Band, really is swell. I mean there not my typical punk rock. But they have some damn good songs and are brilliant musicians fo sho. I actually am not just about the whole punk/hardcore, I think I just love music. Since I was a kid I've been listening to jazz and classical. NO f'ing elevator music, like Elton John or the damned Phil Collins, but like hardcore old school Mendlesson, Tchaikovsky, Mozart, Chopin, and of course Ludwig Van (clock work orange fans, rock on). And as far as swing and jazz... Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Tony Bennet, Nat King Cole, Bing Cosby... some of the greatest voices of ALL time. Classical and Jazz, may not be cool or whatever, but hell, I like it and always have. I think its good to know alot about that type of stuff too, I mean they helped shape music today, its musics origin. Anyway, hell.. I have no idea, how I got off on that,so sorry bout the mindless ramble...

Christian  ¶ 12:57 PM