I got a WordPress.com invite! Yay Now I just need to figure out if I want to use it, and if so, what to write about in yet another blog.

I also got my first Hanson vinyl yesterday, and it’s pretty … too bad I don’t have a record player, but maybe I’ll find someone who’ll let me use theirs of these days. Wonder why my dad doesn’t have one?

Edit: The Japanese version of Hanson’s Underneath is the coolest thing ever … something shiny!

Aw I love Hanson. Saw their college EPK and heard their Live & Electric podcast today from their new e-card, and it was just yay (if you haven’t seen their Strong Enough to Break trailer, definitely check that out too). Not to mention finally receiving my real, unopened Boomerang and MMMBop CDs in the mail!

I also can’t wait ’til metal class on Wednesday — a blacksmith from Harrisonburg is coming in to make a black metal rose, and from the look of the one already on the table, it’s gonna be awesome … I so want one. It kinda looked like this, except with more detail:

Edit: WTF? Now the Boomerang and MMMBop CDs are selling for $50 less than what I paid (to the same seller) on eBay

Never heard of them, but Averi is opening for Hanson in Hampton Beach and so far I like them Didn’t have weaving today (I dropped it), and it feels so nice to not have three 2 1/2 hour classes back-to-back. Yay. Now I can do some drawing later and go to the lab tonight and not feel like crap. And everyone say hi to Chloe (one of my roommate’s kitties) who at this moment is looking at her picture on the computer screen lol:

I found this on another Hanson fan’s site and just started laughing ’cause it’s so true!

Being a Hanson fan is like being made queen when your country is on the verge of a revolution.

Being a Hanson fan is like being owned by someone who doesn’t know they own you and doesn’t know they can break your heart in an instant.

Being a Hanson fan is like having a blood type that no one else but another fan has (so if you need a blood transfusion you better run to LJ lol).

Being a Hanson fan is like having a tumor on your heart. If they remove it, you’re nothing, if it stays your ups are your downs and your downs are your ups.

Being a Hanson fan is like being a puppet for some child. They control almost all of your moves, yet they don’t even know it.

Being a Hanson fan is like waking up inside a dream over and over again.

Being a Hanson fan is like taking ecstasy and sucking your big toe. You wake up going “WTF?”

Being a Hanson fan is like being schizophrenic. You hear voices and see things. Strange things … very strange things … aka Taylor.

Being a Hanson fan suddenly makes you think you are artistic. Because you start making bags, clothes, etc. When they really suck.

Being a Hanson fan is like being in a cult. You all have secret codes and wear weird things (all bought from the Hanson.net store or made in the above fashion).

Being a Hanson fan makes you lose sleep because you upload random poo for other fans so you feel elitist.

Being a Hanson fan makes everyone else in the world stay (at a minimum) five feet from you at all times.

Being a Hanson fan means you are usually on at least THREE different prescription drugs so you aren’t depressed when they are on tour in a country that isn’t yours.

Being a Hanson fan means every time you see broccoli you think of Isaac.

Being a Hanson fan means you will spend 84585744599 dollars on random crap on eBay.

Being a Hanson fan means going broke just to buy your third copy of whatever CD is *finally* out.

Being a Hanson fan means you are probably used to drag queens, even if subconsciously.

Being a Hanson fan means never having to speak in actual English complete sentences or make any sense. You can just put a headphones in your profile and everyone KNOWS.

Being a Hanson fan means getting a speeding ticket every time you play “Penny & Me” in your car.

Being a Hanson fan means you understand what TTMON, RTA, LFA, MON, TTA, UAL, etc. mean in a heartbeat.

Being a Hanson fan means you probably laugh to yourself an awful lot. Especially when people accidentally say a line from one of the songs.

Being a Hanson fan means you have a keyboard, guitar, or drumset that has collected dust over the last 8 years.

Being a Hanson fan means when having sex and not having an orgasm, it’s okay, but going to a concert and not getting a meet and greet is DISASTROUS.

Being a Hanson fan means never explaining yourself to anyone unless it is worth it.

Being a Hanson fans means admitting to the fact that you have always dreamed of going to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Think about that folks. TULSA, OKLAHOMA.

Being a Hanson fan means smoking djarums and getting sexy lung cancer because Tay makes it look so cool, man!

Being a Hanson fan hones your storytelling abilities (“Ezra is REALLY Ike’s child and it’s all just a coverup!”).

Being a Hanson fan means you need two iPods, obviously.

Being a Hanson fan means you feel slightly nostalgic eating chunky peanut butter, red jelly beans, or Twinkies. Still.

Being a Hanson fan means you know the dream will never die.

Being a Hanson fan means never believing anyone when they say “soon” because I mean let’s all remember 2000 – 2004 folks.

Being a Hanson fan means beating girls up to get to the barricade. WHOOP WHOOP!

Being a Hanson fan means spending the time you should be sleeping trying to find a damn full studio version of “Go.” GRR.

Being a Hanson fan means breaking out in song randomly and having no one else know what the heck you are singing.

Being a Hanson fan means we all secretly hate each other and would stab each other in the back instantly if it involved the boys. Either that or we secretly want to marry each other because “Hanson fans are the only ones who understand my inner turmoil!” Sad but true.

Being a Hanson fan means you’d sell a kidney to get an original copy of MMMBop or Boomerang.

Being a Hanson fan means spending your time (and forty bucks) on a forum where the subject matters are:
“I got my period today!”
“Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman”
“BSB OMGNASLNFDHBDSFBDSF”
“My dog is my soul mate”

Saw Da Vinci’s Notebook and Big Bad Voodoo Daddy today at the Crystal City Rocks concert. Da Vinci’s Notebook were awesome — especially during “Title of the Song” — but it was sad ’cause today was their only ’05 performance. I wanted to get their promo CD too (the only one I didn’t have), but didn’t know it was there until too late. I did, however, buy Paul and Storm’s Shame and Cookie Dough CD and talk to the guys/get it autographed — I’m glad they still remembered and enjoyed their time at Foxcroft 4 years ago — yay Big Bad Voodoo Daddy were also good, just not my cup of tea. Nevertheless, I had fun and escaped without a sunburn!

Okay, Ross is bugging me … he’s playing chess online and every couple minutes will turn away and grind his teeth so much that his head shakes … apparently if something isn’t exactly the way he wants it, he gets mad — and then he gets like my dad *sigh* I just wish he’d chill and realize that when a minuscule thing goes wrong, it’s not the end of the world

For the past couple hours I’ve been downloading like crazy (Eisbrecher, Michelle Branch, Sarah Brightman, etc.) and hoping the internet doesn’t go down for the third time tonight (it keeps needing to be reset … wtf) — I’ve just discovered BitTorrent and am trying to get Howl’s Moving Castle to work. If all goes well, you’ll know where to find me the next couple of days!

I love looking at old versions of weirdncrazy.com on the Wayback Machine … oh, how my writing was terrible and filled with lots of exclamation points, but at least I was a die-hard Hanson fan and worked on the site every change I got Maybe I’ll even add whatever journal posts I can salvage from the pre-Blogger days of Universe to the archives. Man, thinking about the “good ‘ol days” makes me feel old.

I’ve forgotten how awesome the sound system on the PC is, despite being old … “Entropy” by VNV Nation (on some industrial Shoutcast station) is sounding heavenly.

Made another new layout, this time for my “Dream Girl” (by Hanson) fanlisting.

My new favorite song is Seven Lives by In Strict Confidence. Now the rest of their songs need to hurry up and download.