I guess the youth of today no longer confront one another face to face when they have disputes. It seems to start out with posts/comments on Myspace or Facebook and then eventually seems to lead to recording videos and posting them on YouTube. The problem with that is that anybody with a webcam can post to YouTube. This, fortunately for my amusement, leads to videos like this:

I want to laugh at this video so much it hurts, but a big part of me thinks that this girl has some mental impairment, so I would feel really guilty enjoying laughing. Many other people on YouTube who have seen this video though don’t have consciences, and as a result have posted video responses, most completely mocking that poor girl. The best one, which has kept me laughing for the past 15 minutes, is this video:

This guy even has the moose and drum set in the background! I can’t stop laughing!

So after almost 5 weeks on crutches because of my knee surgery, I am going in for another doctor’s visit, where I will find out how much longer I need to be in this knee brace, and if I will be given a cane to help my walk around for a couple of weeks. If I do end up using a cane, I will make it my mission to find a sports jacket and grow a beard so I can become House. I already have the leftover vicodin and Nike Shox. I would just need to work on being a complete asshole, which I don’t think I can manage for very long.

If that doesn’t work, at least I can try this dance routine at every party I attend:

I can’t help laughing like a crazy person every time I watch that movie.

Saturday is going to be fun. I hope there is an after-party.

So next weekend, I am going to make up for a month-long concert dry spell. I am going to four concerts in four days, traveling over 1000 miles along the way. Outside Lands, Sunset Junction and two Radiohead concerts at the Hollywood Bowl.

By the end of it, I will have seen Radiohead ELEVEN times. Wow. That feels weird just typing that out. I really need to seek help for that.

Also, if you read this and are going to Outside Lands, somehow contact me. I am trying to put together a big group of people so that we can march and try to get as close as possible to the stage. I would imagine if there is a group of 15-20 people moving through the crowd, most people will let us by without protest.

There are many things in life worthy of hating or having a disdain for. Hot, humid days. Our current president. People who say ’supposably’. Usually any fleeting hate I have is spread across quite a few things, so that as a whole, the hate barely registers on anybody’s radar. Lately though, it has been concentrated on one thing. One singular person, if you must.

Yes, I hate a video game character right now. This little slut-in-training annoys me to no end right now. Every time I sit down to play a few games of Mario Kart Wii, she is always there to ruin it, either by knocking me off the track at every opportunity or somehow storing 50 red shells on her person, all in waiting to launch as soon as I get anywhere near the finish line. It doesn’t help that she has this evil little laugh she emits as she passes me by, as though to rub it in that I will never be able to finish a race ahead of her.

As with all things, this hatred will pass. I just had to get this off my chest. I wholly support you openly mocking me too, since it will probably sharpen my resolve in beating this stupid game.