Randomly, in the shower today I decided to update my Myspace profile. It was a random though but I fugured it should be easy and would take less than ten minutes. So I first decided to do the”About Me” section. I cleared the mindless babble that was plaugeing the section previously( Something about large facial hair) and began to think about what to write. And I sat there, not typing anything. I even turned down the t.v. to help me think better. It didn’t help. I couldn’t concoct a single though about myself other than that I was and am a plain old boring teenager. My life is defined buy nothing more than my age in my mind. But this couldn’t be correct, I mean not to be arrogant, I can’t be just plain old Dustin.

So now I’m writing to brain storm about what I am as a person on planet Earth. I’m a vegetarian, have been for close to three months now. I’m basically doing it to have less of an impact upon the environment. I don’t want anything to have to die for me to exist. I like music. the heavier side of it generally. But basically band/singer/songwriter that incorporates passion into their work is amazing. Music is art in my eyes. Anyone trying to pass off shitty lyrics about “supermanning dat ho” over a boring drum machine beat doesn’t cut it in my book. I like hardcore, the musical genre. I like everything it stood for. Don’t like the way the mass populace is doing something, make your own way. Don’t like the shitty music on the radio, make your own band. Do as much as you can do yourself, don’t pay for everything to be done for you.  Open your ears, eyes and mind to the outside world, things aren’t as good as they might seem. I like my girlfriend Elizabeth Graham. She supports me in everyhting I do. She helps me through everything in my life. She love me for me and  not a false perception. She would die by my side and I would die by her’s. I like playing guitar. It gives me an outlit for everything that builds up inside. When im angry I play it fast, heavy, and extreamly distorted. When I’m happy I play it fast, heavy and extreamly distorted, but more melodically. I like to read. I travel through books to other dimensions, other states of being, other thoughr proccesses. I learn, I feel, and I live through books, beacuse sometimes the world just sucks. I like to think. It make me feel as if the man isn’t really keeping me down as long as my mind is going. I don’t feel dumb when I think, I feel Alive.

Wow, well I guess that basically sums me up. I’m going to post this in the about me page on this blog and the about me section of my Myspace. I’m most likely going to add to this in the about me page more and more in the future.  As much as I find new thing about myself out.

so i haventt writen in a bit, but thats gonna change. I signed back up for my Senior year addiction know to few as Dead awaken. It’s a MMORPG but browser based and simple text kind of. Its not really super hard or intersting but its addictive. Its set in a post-apociliptic zombie infested world.

If you want to join or check it out use this link:

http://www.deadawaken.com/signup.php?refId=68681

So yesterday was amazingly rad.

We went to L.A. to go shopping for Elizabeth’s prom with Farnkie and Michelle. I bought some tee-shirts. I got a Smiths one and a pack of V-Necks that don’t fit.

Then we went to the Converge concert.

The opening band was Genghis Tron. Awesome. A mix of Electronica and Grindcore. Solid set and they had these really cool lights that followed the frantic music. I bought a vinyl of their new album Board Up the House and one of their tee-shirts.

The came out Baroness. Also awesome. They’re a heavy metal band with a lot of instrumental interludes. When the main singer actually breaks into vocals he the band begins to sound like Mastodon. I bought their CD The Red Album.

Then came The Red Chord i went to get something to eat during their set, so i have no clue.

Converge.

I want my own television show. Like the A-Team. I want guns, vans, and explosions.

I want a crazy southern mechanic named Clint McClintaw that is always wearing a cowboy hat and rawhide boots and knows how to build and fix any vehicle of the land, sea, and air. I want a blonde haired German munitions expert named Yusef Grehv that has a very heavy accent and can get me any gun on the planet with in hours. I want a old wise ex-military private that was never used to his full potential during the Iraq war. He’s an expert at strategization and know the blue print for every building in the northern hemisphere by heart.

Did I mention this takes place in 2056a.d.?

More to come…

I’ve thought of going into the field of either being a Luther or a Blacksmith, but not just any blacksmith, a sword smith, but not just any sword smith, a Katana smith. This seems rather dumb considering that humans no linger use swords for battle and anyone who actually owns a katana is ether a very old Japanese man or an anime nerd. But the craftsmanship behind the creation of katanas astounds me. The process is slow and pain staking, but it all seems worth it to create such a beautiful piece of art/violence.

Ok, so a Luther is a maker of string instruments. Like violins, mandolins, cellos, stand up basses and last but not least, my favorite, guitars. I would specialize in stand up basses and guitars (electric/acoustic). Its on the same level as katana making except without the violence and with the beauty of rock’n'roll.

So I started writing some of the random toughts I have through out the day on my hand. Right now my hand says, tomorrow-holocaust-teddy.

Tomorrow:

So I had this Alexisonfire song stuck in my head where Dallas Green continuously repeats the word “tomorrow”. As I was doodling on my Math 51 syllabus, not paying attention to the math lecture occurring around me, I wrote the word “tomorrow” as the eyebrow of my character instead of actually taking the time to draw hair. And at that moment I realized that I have no clue how to spell tomorrow. I debated in my head about spelling it with two m’s (tommorow) or with two r’s (tomorrow). Knowing now thanks to spell check that it is spelled T.O.M.O.R.R.O.W. But as I was doing this I realized that this inability of mine to spell a simple word was in fact a grand analogy about life. How uncertain tomorrow really is…

Holocaust-Teddy:

So today for lunch I had Teddy Grams. They fell out of the bag in a pile on my desk. It looked like a pile of dead Jews in a containment camp during the Holocaust. I then formed my Clif-Bar into a sort of chamber then put the teddy grams in it. Then i ate the whole thing. Mmmmm… Honey Jews.

So last week I bought a sketch book from the book store at Mt.SAC and I’ve been doodling in it since. Here are some of the drawings. They are pretty weird but it seems like the only thing I can draw. Heh, I must be pretty fucked in the head.









So this is the third entry today. I’m really busy with this blog. I’m currently residing in the down stairs bathroom. If my sister knew i was using the her laptop in the bathroom she’d probably kill me. When did my inner thoughts become so reckless and nonsensical. At least my vocabulary is tremendous and can destroy whole metropolis in a swift acceleration of it’s mighty proboscis.

I like Keith Buckley, hes pretty rad. If you have no clue who I’m talking about check out metal-core band Every Time I Die. He just happens to be the front man. His lyrics are off the wall and nonsensical. And his sense of humor and bitting wit are astounding. He somewhat reminds me of Henry  Rollins (Black Flag) but better at writing and less of a douche bag. Not to say Henry Rollins is douche, but he can be a bit douchey some times.

So I’m sitting here watching scrubs and Elizabeth is sleeping on the couch next to me. She’s going to see a therapist for her reoccurring depression in about 15mins. By “go” I mean I’m driving her. She’s worried about going for the first time.

Wow, Meatloaf is old now. He’s in some cell phone commercial. Well at least he can still sing. Heh, “Bitch Tits.”

So the pope is in town. Not literally, but he’s in D.C. Is it me or is he a rather scary looking individual? Beady eyes and a large protruding brow. Like a Villain from Rocky movie.

I’m about to got pick up Elizabeth from school. We’re suppose to go pick me out a tuxedo for prom. This is gonna suck.

Well, I think this was a rather industrious blog entry. Maybe they’ll be better later, or another day, or never.