In The Suburbs, I Learned To Blog.

Arcade Fire has announced a new album to be released on August 3rd. That news made me ridiculously happy. And they have streamed two songs from their single out on June 1st. One is amazing and makes me happy all over and has a deep meaning, or at least to me. The album is called The Suburbs, and is about friends growing up as teenagers in suburbia(perfect for my age and experiences) and growing apart as they get older. So that's a great theme album for me. Well, i predict it so. So, I implore you to somehow find this song, "The Suburbs" by Arcade Fire and enjoi it with much gusto. Umm..i guess that's all i wanted to write about. Yeah, and Wolf Parade's album is going to be out soon. So that's nice. And i don't know about Modest Mouse, they don't tell anybody anything. Just last night, right when i came home from an early Memorial Day picnic, i went to bed. I turned over and put my hand over the edge of my 'bed'(one of the two mattresses i have in my room) and all of a sudden, this black shape, which happened to be a wolf spider, flies out from the edge, and quickly hides. I try and kill it, but it escapes to under my dresser. As i am backing away, this even bigger one comes from the same edge of my bed, and comes near me on my bed sheet. I yell(not scream) in shock, and it crawls under the dresser with it's partner. Then i realized the small one was a male, and the big one was a female. So i slept in the living room. And i have only entered my room once today and didn't see them. I am still very suspicious. I still have schoolwork..curse it all. I'm the worst procrastinator i know. With how much i love the title of this blog, i'm feeling that the contents should be more special. I grew up in the suburbs of Southeastern Pennsylvania. That's special, right?

The Blog Of Fathomless Love.

Wild Beast's songs have been the sole inspiration for the past like 40 blogs. Okay, that was a massive exaggeration. Yesterday was quite interesting. Me, Nick, and Colton all planned since the beginning of this week on riding our bikes around historic Phoenixville areas like the train tracks and the tressle, and stuff of that sort. Adventurous places, basically. Done it before, like 5 times. But Nick revealed to us yesterday that he couldn't go. So it was going to be me and Colton. But this funny dude from Math class named Ian, who has never hung out with us before, asked to accompany us on our adventure. We gladly accepted. As i walked out of school with them, Saira caught up to me and said that she should go over my house, acknowledging that i would be out of the house. I told her to just take the school bus home, because i didn't want her to be alone and bored at my house, right? It just so happens that she'd rather be a little bored at my house chillin' like a villain than dealing with her mom and her mom's boss, so she came over. I told her again that my parents probably wouldn't allow it, and that i didn't want her to be alone, but she said she'd be fine and all those excuses. So, i left at about 4:30, after it took Colton and Ian forever to get to my house. Which is good, because Saira wasn't alone for too long before her mom got off of work at 5:30 PM and picked her up. I no longer have a fear of my dog being mean to strangers. Well, teenager strangers. I wouldn't let Saira over my house for quite sometime because i was scared of my dog barking at her. But, once i let her over, Starr loved her. Then, i was still afraid about Nick coming over, and when he finally came in, Starr loved him even more. And I told Ian to stay outside when he arrived over here yesterday, but he came in briefly, and my dog loved him. So, there's obviously no problem with teenagers. It's just the tall, ugly people. Haha. So, after many 'making-sure-that-you're-okay' questions from me to Saira, i left with the boys. So we rode down to the Steel Mill, and tressle and that sort. There's this long, gray, dirt-covered road that slopes going down towards the wasteland that is the former Steel Mill. And there is this little boundary of rock and dirt going into this field of vegetation and scrap metal. The road takes a left, goes under the tressle, and into a new construction site. But if you go straight, you head off the road, the land no longer slopes, and you go towards the boundary. This boundary is maybe a foot and a half high, and is basically a ramp that goes steadily up, then steadily down. It stretches from the tressle to the forest, which isn't that long. It's basically a nature-made gate. There is a specific part of this boundary that has no plants on it, and no rocks, and kids ride it. Usually, i just take a little ride up, then dip down over it. There is no flight involved. So, i was flying down this road, faster than usual, and not until after this ride of death did i find out(the hard way) that the boundary is probably the PERFECT bike jump. So, i'm going very fast, and i expect a smooth ride, on the ground, dipping over the thing. I end up hitting the jump and go flying like two feet in the air, which came as a complete shock to me. I'm like, "OOOUUUHHHHGGHHH!" in amazement and pure terror as I go flying and land not-so-softly on the ground. I explain in vivid detail to Ian and Colton what happened as they were ahead of me and not looking. Since i didn't expect it, i did not lean forward, so my bike did not dip down in the air and land right. I just went straight into the air. It was insanely fun, though. I have never gotten air on a bike before. So, once we came back from adventures, we all tried the jump like 40 more times, Ian having no success due to lack of sufficient speed. When i got home, my dad scolded me for leaving Saira here alone, then i explained that it was against my will. After the whole adventure, i thought to myself...i much rather would have spent time with Saira all day then gone on the ride. Oh, well. THEN HE REVEALED TO ME THAT I GOT MY ITUNES GIFT CARD IN THE MAIL!! I went on a crazy music-purchasing rampage. I completed the buying of my Wild Beasts albums, and got some DeVotchKa songs, and like 3 or 4 miscellaneous ones. And i still got 10 bucks left! WOO! I have so much school work to do...this blog title does not fit with anything i have said...but i like it...as of Monday, me and Saira will have been going out for FOUR MONTHS. FOUR!! I quote my Uncle Tom about his FOUR kids, "Four, that's the pro level! That's goin' for it!" CZECH YEAH, IT IS.

Dead Man's Blogs.

The actor, Ryan Gosling, who i loved in one of my favorite movies, Lars And The Real Girl, also has a band named Dead Man's Bones with just him and another dude, and their music is actually quite good. There is a spider chillin' out next to my computer desk, seemingly floating in between the desk and the wall. What a pest. I saw a wonderful sight with Saira today, during the storm. After it rained, there was quite a sky show. We ventured out to the middle of the high school's field, and gazed at the sky. There was so much artistic beauty to behold from the sight that the sky looked bigger than usual, with much more definition. It looks like the apocalypse. Near the sun, there were patches of blue sky here and there, and pink clouds in rare areas. But on the other side of the sky, there was a battle. ONE side of THAT side of the sky was bright pink, a big circle shining out from behind a big black cloud. And if you looked to the left, emerging from the same cloud, a blue circle shining through. They were seperated by a purple/grey gap. So one side was light and the other was dark. So Biblical and bizarre-looking. Saira decided to contribute to me and Nick's sport ball campaign and we collected some tennis balls. I like the French techno group, Daft Punk. "He's leavin' on that midnight train to Georgia. He said he's goin' back to find a simpler place in time. WOOH WOOH." It's late and i'm tired.

And Now For Something Completely Different..

Something poetic:


I do not have butterflies in my stomach. Rather, i have large, dusty moths who, instead of fluttering around and making me feel euphoric and joyous, feast upon my stomach lining and give me an enormous amount of stress and angst. 

MORE TO COME.

Midwestern Blog.

All my blog titles are based off of Dear And The Headlights songs now. My brother installed our A.C. into our room last night at 2 PM before we fell asleep. It is getting hot, and i don't like it. Within two seconds of me being outside this afternoon, my eyes started hurting and i got a headache. I have a case of 8th-grader-itis. I have lost all care in the world for my schoolwork. Well, not really, but i can do nothing in my ability to put forth effort. It could be because i only get about 5 or 6 hours of sleep these days due to caffeine and my brother staying here. I saw Nick's little brother's Lion King play tonight. Bored me to death, gave me a headache. That's my review. It's so nostalgic being in Barkley after a 3 year absence. Uh. Yes.

Skinned Knees & Gapped Blogs.

I went to Temple University in northern Philadelphia today. It was nice getting out of school and taking a trip with my Communications class peers. It's in a very poverty-stricken area, and my friend Kim was shocked about the homeless people and living conditions. We took a tour around the area with nice college student named Dave, who looked just like the guy from the band Say Anything. He was cool. The college is pretty nice. It's mostly communications and Health stuff, but we just toured the Communications and Media Studies areas. This one speaker had a strange accent, so i asked him where he was from, and he told me to guess. I already could tell, and i guessed that he was Canadian. And he was! It was that weird-sounding accent on the "OH" sound. We talked about YouTube and the "Scary Maze Game" reaction videos in the computer lab with Dave. He went around the room asking us if we did or did not care about the kid getting shocked and scared to tears. When he got to me, i said, "Well, i don't care about the kid getting scared because i've been scared many times in my life, and i turned out great." I got the whole class to laugh. Then we saw these shelves that you could roll closer to and further away from eachother with these wheels on the side of them. They had really old movies and DVDs to checkout. There was also an area with really old books, including a 1477 Bible. I had a cheesesteak and cheese fries from a foreign vendor. She was taking orders from everyone at a time! I fed a squirrel a fry. I've never been so close to one of those beautiful creatures. So i had a nice trip to Temple. And there is only 13 days of school left. Hurray. I am growing into a band that writes songs mostly about heartbreaks and sad love stories named Dear and the Headlights. I used to like only three songs, but now i am hearing more and liking more. My brother loves them, and he introduced them to me. I went on a dangerous adventure of massive proportions with Colton yesterday, climbing crazy metal structures and junk. I love the song "Two Dancers" by Wild Beasts. Oh, wonderfulness. My dad gets out of the hospital today. My brother is out with friends. Me stuck here.

Woebegone Bloggers.

I am home alone for the second day in a row. I haven't been alone all day, but my mom is bringing food to my dad at the hospital. He has now gotten his pinky toe amputated. There was an infection in it, but there was enough circulation in his foot, so they just took off the toe. He might be coming home tomorrow, enjoying the sight of no tree in his front yard. Apparently the Dorney Park trip was awesome. Me, Nick and Saira didn't go, so i don't feel so bad. Around 40 or 50 kids get to go on this trip to Temple University on Monday, and me and Kim are going. And YMCA Day is coming up, which i NEVER go to. But this year i might because i can't miss anymore days, and Saira is making me go. There's also the Graduation Dance, which she is making me go to and choose outfits for. I want to be in the video that they show at the end of the year in the graduation ceremony. That would be cool. Saira was over today. She's getting a super short haircut tomorrow. I worry that it will turn out bad. I put a little red price sticker on my dog's head a little bit ago, and she still has no idea that it's there, or is just used to being teased and doesn't care. I love that there is a group on facebook about locking your pet in your mom just so it will play with, spend time with, or pay attention to you. It made me laugh SO hard when i saw that. I've done that before. My dog gets really annoyed. Haha. There's this website that has these miraculous or lovey-dovey stories that are very uplifting and junk. Search 'love gives me hope' on google. Jon Reep is a funny comedian. Um. Yeah. That is all for today.

Brave, Bulging, Buoyant Blogs.

I finally got some Wild Beasts on my iPod! I bought 10 songs of their's with my mom's tax returns. And we are going out to get me new pants too! My pants are scarce, and holey. I just had a tuna sandwich. The tuna was lemon-pepper flavored, and WAY too strong, despite the enormous amounts of mayonnaise i added. The Dorney Park field trip is tomorrow. However, i am not attending. But since i have missed so many school days, i have to go to school and sit there with a couple other kids who didn't go either and lower grade kids and be bored. I don't regret not going, though. I wouldn't go on any rides. Nick and Saira aren't going either, but are choosing not to attend school with me. Those traitors. I am also going with Kim and other Communications-class peers to Temple University, as I took interest in that college, and it's a day off from school. My grandfather Tom Wilson went there. So these random guys were at my house cutting up my front tree today when i arrived at home with Nick. They basically shaved everything down, today. But tomorrow, the whole thing is going down. It's quite bizarre, there is usually shade by that part of the yard. My dad had contacted the Borough A YEAR ago before they finally came today to put it out of it's misery, for a fallen, dead branch had struck his truck, and dented the back edge. Revenge. Late revenge.

The Blogwood Fair of 2010.

My mom is on a women's retreat. I have gone to the Dogwood Fair in Phoenixville(my hometown) just about four times this week. Instead of the usual parent or sibling-accompanied outing, i have gone with my friends this year. The first time, me and my brother skimmed the area. Not much fun there, besides a funnel cake all to myself. The second time, i went with Nick and Saira. Saira was all up in a fuss about how i was scared to go on this RAINBOW contraption that had two rows of people on this big cart and basically swung around in a big circle in the air. I wasn't scared of the ride, i just didn't want that crazy stomach feeling that i knew i was going to get. Eventually, she forced me to go on. I was very nervous, and i clutched my green kangaroo named Lars that i won in Skiball to the handles and Saira's hand so hard that my hands had their circulation cut off and they fell asleep by the end of the ride. Anyways, i made these extremely embarrassing growls of pain as the ride went swinging up and down from side to side, and Saira was perfectly fine, screaming in delight, but eventually i got used to it and it was a very fun ride. Nick doesn't like rides, like me. So he watched us. Usually, when i get such an extreme feeling of my stomach flipping over, i end up laughing like crazy when it goes away. Like the Splash Mountain log flume in DisneyLand. I cried going up that thing, and laughed for like straight 10 minutes afterwards. Anyways, i chuckled like a little school boy with a cold after the stomach thing was over during the Rainbow. Then, Friday, i documented a nice time that me, Nick, and Colton had when we went. No rides, just games and seeing people we knew. I filmed a couple girls i know, and they screamed in terror of the camera. We also played that shoot-the-star-out game. Nick and Colton got close, i did not at all. I got a corn dog and a cinnamon pretzel. Then, Colton and Nick slept over. I got a tired, grouchy Colton pretty angry when i hit him in the face with a pillow. Then he made us all scrambled eggs in the morning. Yesterday, i went to the Dogwood Parade and saw some interesting things go by, like a Steam Calliope, and a school band. When the fire truck went by with a guy dressed up as a Dalmatian, i yelled, "That's not a real dog!".  I also won two kangaroos in Skiball, again. An orange one named Forrest, and a purple one named Isaac. I gave Isaac to Saira last night. She likes purple. And i like peanut butter sandwiches, cheez-its, and the Wild Beasts. Who doesn't like mini-golf? Saira?

Blogs From Italy.

"Postcards From Italy" by Beirut is an awesome song. My brother saw a band called Ok Go in concert on Monday. I never liked their music, but they are some creative fellows. My brother showed me videos of them doing some amazing things on stage. They had jackets with bright white lights on the back that spelled OK GO when they stood together. They also had fuzzy white guitars that were outlined with neon colors and shot lasers out of the end. They also performed one song with just their vocals and this table of bells. And apparently my brother made the whole crowd laugh by yelling "JOIN US!" when the singer began joking about how filthy the Philadelphian people are. Their creativity inspired me and my brother. He came home last night, primarily to hang out with his buddies in Phoenixville late at night, after giving me a vicious beating for eating all of his Acme brownies. I guess Acme fell down, because he sure did smack me. Saira straightened my yesterday, against my will. I was given the chance to go to a Phillies game yesterday with Nicholas, but i didn't. If i did, Saira would've had to leave my house at 6:00. She begged and begged for me not to go so she could stay until around 9:00. Nick called me up around 5:00, telling me his dad invited someone else to receive the extra ticket. I was happy and disappointed. Happy, because i wouldn't have to make a decision. Disappointed, because it would've been fun. But i sortof milked Saira's begging for monetary gain. I told her i was still going and she would have to say really nice things about me for me not to go. She did say some nice things. Then i told her i wasn't going. Oh, what a reaction. She was smiling with, i guess, happiness and embarrassment. I just mowed the front lawn for the first time on my own. It was easy, and i just blasted my iPod over the lawnmower's high pitched growl. I did a sloppy job, though. I have to finish a huge project today that is due tomorrow. I guess i didn't fully understand the YEAR-LONG concept of the darn thing.

They Blog.

I have begun naming all of my recent blogs after Wild Beasts songs. (This one was named after a song, but i had a better, more suitable idea). I guess that means i like them. And i do. I can't wait for that $25 dollar iTunes gift card to come in the mail so i can get some of their music. It's pretty darn late, and i have stuff to do tomorrow. I am hanging out with many people tomorrow. Primarily, Saira. The movie, "They Live"  is on. Those aliens are creepy looking. It's a funny, cool movie. I got a hairTRIM today, not a full-on chop-off-fest. Hyphens are very important in a grammatical sense. Anyways, it hardly looks any different, just smaller. The lady washed my hair with like 14 different conditioners, and I nearly fainted when i saw myself with all my hair wetted back behind my head. I said, "Oh my lord". I have been wearing my skinny jeans again, now that i have a belt and they won't get all discumbobulated. My dad, of course, dislikes the trim. I have had many different opinions on it. Nick had two different opinions: one to get it cut all the way because i look feminine, and two not to get it cut because my hair looked dumb short. Saira was bent on one opinion: SHORT. Kim had another opinion that i personally enjoied hearing: Just a small trim. I got a small trim, but it's still pretty long. Tonight, i raided my own bedroom for around 2 dollars so i could pay for a Vitamin Water. At that time, i was experiencing Indigestion, a headache, heartburn, and every other annoying physical problem you can think of. I complained and complained until my mother agreed to take me real quick to the Sunoco Gas Station at 12:00 Midnight. Some far-from-American man worked there, and as I paid for my drink, we spoke little. He spoke little because he knew few English words. I spoke little because i'm a nervous wreck and always have been.