[03:16:03] <stimpy> so we were just leaving brazos garage and like 8 cop cars came
[03:16:17] <stimpy> pretty sure someone got ran over cas we saw some kid on the groun screaming

That was from last night. Poignant.

Taiwanese American Students Association had a party go down tonight. It was awesome. Off the chain. Bomb. Happenin’. It was great, and I hope they hold more of these. I’d actually join the club if I didn’t have class every Wednesday from 6-8. I was informed that they needed some music, so I happily packed up my laptop, made a playlist, and lugged my huge ass speakers along.

So I set up in the small corner and everything is going good. I’m playing some Justice to get everyone going while people show up. Some guy shows up with his laptop, and asks me if I’m playing the music. I’m like yeah, what do you wanna hear dude? He tells me he made a playlist, I ask him what’s on it. He says, “Just rap.” Is that what the idea is nowadays? Just pack as much rap into a playlist and it’ll be party music? I ask him, “Define rap. Are we talking Wu-Tang or Soulja Boy shit.” He responds, “I got that new Drake and some Jay-Z.” Okay, that’s fine. I take a look at his iTunes playlist. Rick Ross? Dr. Dre? Are we in the year 2005 again? No lie, I’m not dissing his music tastes, I blast Dr. Dre in the car all the time. But that’s exactly what it’s for. Just cause a song sounds good doesn’t mean it’s for a party. Rap is good, but you need house and Top 40 shit. But hey what do I know, I don’t know what they play in nightclubs.</sarcasm> Okay what am I thinking, I’m not even in this organization who am I to say that. I tell him, “Yeah I got most of this and I’ll play it for you.”

One song later, he comes back saying, “Hey, I got some people who wanna hear the songs I got in my playlist.” Like he spent a lot of time making it. I mean, he obviously really wants to play his music. Okay. I’ll back down, it’s your show. If people wanna hear music, and you made a playlist, why the hell am I even here. I won’t even bring up the obvious fact that the speakers are mine, they’re already here, it’s all yours dude. I pack up my laptop, forget about the music, and just get on with the shenanigans. Everything up to this point isn’t blog worthy. I’m not here to be a huge dick and force everyone to listen to my music if they don’t wanna.

So I’m discussing with my friend Joe about some good house music. Daft Punk, ATB, Aphex Twins. I thought, okay fuck this rap shit. From across the room, I shout, “HEY DJ! Play some techno for me, man! :D” This motherfucker looks me in the eye, says, “Nah man,” and waves me off with his hand. That is the most disrespectful thing anyone has ever done to me. And I’ve been puked on before (shout out to Patrick for getting someone else’s vomit on him for the first time). If you’re gonna be the music guy at a party, at least play something that somebody requests. And I’m not some drunk ass chick asking you to play some Flo Rida. I just wanted one song. Waving me off like that tells me that I have no idea what I’m talking about and you have no time for me. Don’t factor in the fact that I thought I was playing music or I brought my speakers, but could you at least do me a favor, music man to music man? You got a playlist full of fucking rap music. This ain’t a middle school dance. The reason I’m perturbed about this is that if I took over the music from somebody and that person asked me to play one song, I’d happily play it. Maybe he just doesn’t feel that way.

Or maybe I’m just expecting too much. I mean, it was just a party at a small apartment in West Campus. I shouldn’t be expecting high quality DJ shit. I just sit here and think about it, what a fucking dick. I hope you read this you piece of shit. Unless, “Nah man” and a “shoo” with your hand means something I’m not familiar with, that shit is unforgivable.

Maybe I’m the dick. Truthfully, do you think I was expecting too much, or was that just disrespectful?

Here is an example of an excellent song, but not one to play at a party. Well, it’s not rap. This is like… strolling music. Something to listen to while you gaze solemnly into the distance. Anyway, give it a listen.

Miike Snow – Animal (Peter Bjorn and John Remix)
http://limelinx.com/files/01a423f6f433c71aae2ed1bef947840e

It’s strange. I have so many feelings I want to express, but I can’t put them into words. I’ve always considered myself pretty good at explaining things, but now I’m just out of words. I’ve put a lot of effort into these next sentences.

Being 200 miles away is a difficult task. It started so simple, “boy meets girl, infatuation turns to love.” Maybe I’m just too young and naive. I simply just don’t have the time to put into a distance relationship. It was all my idea, I should never have put you through it all. I just wanted to treat you the way you should have been treated. I want you to be happy. I thought too much about how you feel when I totally ignored how I felt. Distance just isn’t my style. But I told myself, I’d do it. I told myself, I could. I told myself I’d talk to you every day, see you every couple of weeks or so. The thing is, I never realized how hard it is to do that. I’m being a straight wuss, but I can’t juggle all these parts of my life. I don’t want us to grow any more distant because where would that end? You should have someone who is always there. Someone who can comfort you at the drop of a hat. I let myself down. But most of all I let you down.

My brother took his senior pictures the other day. The photographers mailed the proofs to our house about a week ago. He looked pretty good in them, there were ones in a tuxedo, ones in a graduation gown. My mom came and showed me and I thought he looked really handsome, and my little brother had grown up.

My mom asked me which ones should she pick. To be honest, there were only small differences in each proof: smiling with or without teeth, facing the camera or not. There were two pictures that, on first glance were almost identical. My mom pointed out the miniscule detail where his eyes were more open in one than the other. He was just smiling bigger in one than the other. It wasn’t even that recognizable where someone would say, “Hey why are you squinting?” I didn’t notice. I told her that this was just a small detail and they’re pretty much the same picture anyway. But what I really stressed was the fact that they were both very good photos. They were both really good! She insisted that it mattered. Like, really mattered. It mattered so much that she sat there deciding for a good ten minutes. She finally chose the one with the bigger eyes as the large photo. Honestly, if it were me, I would have flipped a coin. To be fair, senior pics are expensive as hell.

We received the actual photos today. My mom said, “Wow these look even better in this size!” I was watching Law & Order. Apparently a senator was on trial for murdering his wife and the judge was Chevy Chase. I was pretty much occupied. I grunted my approval. After a couple minutes of examining the photos, my mom showed me two of them side by side. It was the ones with the eyes smaller than the other. I only noticed it because she made such a big deal out of it last time.

You don’t know it yet, but his eyes are smaller in this picture.

But thing is, now she was talking about the positioning of his shoulders. The one with his eyes a tiny bit smaller had his shoulders level. The other (the one she put as the big photo) had his shoulders at a small angle so his left was lower than his right.

This is supposed to be the worst picture ever.

Once again, I’d like to stress how small of a difference this is. I explained to her that it’s a small detail and the angle he’s facing the camera. I don’t even think she would have told the difference if the two photos weren’t side by side. Trying to keep my cool, I told her that it really doesn’t matter. My mom says, “Aiya, it’s all your fault for making me choose the one with the bigger eyes.” Uh, did she just blame me for choosing the wrong photo? I played off her comment. I told her I didn’t care because they’re both still good photos. I thought that would be the end of the conversation.

My mom kept trying to convince me of the fact that it was a big detail. Getting a little irked because it really wasn’t my fault, and the fact that I still didn’t know why Chevy Chase was the judge in a Law & Order episode, I said that I didn’t even want to help her choose in the beginning because I knew that when we got the photos she would find some small detail and blame it on me (like right now). But she went on, now blaming herself for choosing it. “Oh why did I choose this!” “He looks so much better in the other one!” “Oh well I can’t change anything now.”

So now I’m thinking fuck this shit. I turn off the TV and go back to my room. My mom comes up after a couple minutes and says, “What kind of attitude is that?” I turned off the TV a bit dramatically. I turned the TV off and dropped the remote on the couch and walked away (with feeling). I asked her why she blamed me. I think Franklin looked really good in the photos, all grown up. She said there was no need to get agitated, and that she didn’t blame me. Now I’m really mad, she goes and blames me but now denies blaming me? I repeated her same exact words she had said. My mom replies, “But I didn’t mean it that way!” Okay anger level is a little high but I’m feeling a little confused now. I think for a second, if you’re blaming someone, can you say it without meaning it? Hmmm… I’m almost never right when I argue with my mom, but this time I am so right. I am fucking right. Now she’s tryin to wriggle and spin her way out of this one. Unbelievable. My dad comes upstairs and tells me to be quiet. I found it funny that he has no idea what we’re talking about but he knows that I’m shouting with my mom. Whatever. I went downstairs to eat.

All the while, my mom is telling me that I didn’t have to get mad or upset. If I had said it all in a nice voice we wouldn’t be shouting right now. Too bad she forgot the part where I tried to explain, and I said two things in a nice way:

1. Both pictures are pretty much the same, but if you look at them seperately they’re both still really good.
2. I don’t give a fuck. In a nice way.

My mom kept insisting that I was already shouting, and that I should have said it nicely. I’ve learned long ago that if the person you’re arguing against doesn’t believe you, there’s no point at all. In all honesty, I really don’t think she believed me. But no, this time I’m right, and I’m not gonna let it slip. I said, “Of course I’m always wrong, I’m never right, right? Still just a kid and not knowing the difference between right and wrong.” Now my dad, who has been listening the whole time, still not knowing what was going on decided I had gone too far. He screams from the bathroom, “Joseph! Be quiet! No more speaking.”

Of course I don’t say anything. See, this whole ordeal made me realize a couple things. My mom doesn’t like to admit she’s wrong. This is understandable since she’s pretty much right all the time. Second, my dad has no fucking clue what is going on. Ever. But he is all about old fashioned filial piety and the children should be subordinate to their parents no matter what. And you know what, I believe it too. That’s why I didn’t say anything. Despite the fact that my dad lacks common sense and is just plain stupid sometimes, he’s still my dad. There are times where I’m just sitting there listening to him talk and I’m just facepalm. Really, it’s fucked up to say that about one’s father but that is really how I feel. Because no matter how mad I am, no matter how right I think I am, no matter how strong I feel about anything at all I still have to respect my parents. Why? Simple, I don’t want my own kids to disrespect me either. I mean, the one thing I’ve learned from my dad is that when I grow up I don’t want to be anything like him. I guess that’s just my motivation for pretty much anything at all, to be better than him in every way possible. I remember in middle school and high school my friends would say their dad helped them with their homework or some project. My dad never did that, not because he was lazy, but because all the things I needed help on were out of his intellect range. That’s just another motivation for me, to be as smart as I possibly can be, for my kids. Like if they bust out with some crazy hard shit like long division I can help them.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll think about this and just laugh. Or I’ll think about it for the rest of my life and laugh. All I can do now is listen to music that makes me happy

After School – Diva
http://www.zshare.net/audio/644192800fb0a0ef/

4Minute – Hot Issue
http://www.zshare.net/audio/64419371403d66d9/

Never having to do anything is great. I’ve got not obligations, no responsibilities. Catching up with old friends is a good deal too. But somehow I want the rest of my life to arrive. That’s the secret to life: you can’t hurry it.

Okay so I’m not a big basketball fan. But I’ve just gotta mention this. Anything to do with a sports team from my hometown is worth mentioning. Congratulations to the Los Angeles Lakers on winning their championship this year. However, I’d like to point out that this makes the Houston Rockets the second best team in the NBA. Keeping my fingers crossed for a healthy 2009-2010 season. And seriously, let’s trade Tracy for Dwyane Wade or something. Even Lebron.

I used to be all hyped up about MGMT and stuff, but that was before they made it onto every 13 year old girl’s iPod. This is a good track, however. I had to personally message them on Myspace to get the link. It’s funky and smooth, and got good replay value.

MGMT – Kids (Boy Meets Club Remix)
http://www.zshare.net/audio/6138304682000f89/

There were reports on the interwebs that when asked, Santigold said she doesn’t even listen to R&B. In any event, here is a track featuring Young Jeezy.

Santigold – You’ll Go Crazy
http://limelinx.com/files/a5c7af8dd1b419860194024c276e6d8a