I put a little sign on my computer desk that says, and I quote:
“BLOG TODAY, BLOG EVERYDAY”.

Perhaps this will motivate me to blog more often. That would be a good thing.

So, how has my life been for the past two years, and by that I mean months? Well, it’s been okay. I spilled red dye all over my pants one day, and that’s about it.

This is my blog post to kick everything back into gear. My next task is redesigning my header image, since I went and toyed with your emotions by changing the banner up there.

-Nathan

This CD is a classic of the trip-hop genre.
In short, it sounds kind of like James Bond music, only the record is playing too slow, and you’re on drugs.
A nice thing to come out of 1997.

I’ll probably post up an MP3 sometime. Okay?
Okay.

In the mean time, I need to go break open can 2 of apple juice concentrate.

So! Guitar. I am trying to learn it.

Two chords, man! G Major and E Minor.
I will play you those two chords at least 100 times, because they’re nice.

-Nathan

It’s still a birthday cake from Jesus, and for that you should be happy.

One other fact I’d like to share:
Rock Band has been announced for the Wii.
June 22, 2008.
It’s lacking in features compared to the Xbox 360 version, but that’s okay, it’s the Wii.

I still want it.
Look at these drums!

Totally do want. Look at how white they are!

More blog to come later,
Nathan

The Used, to me, have always come off as much stronger than their contemporaries in the pop-punk sorta alternative rock-y field, if only for a few reasons. One, their singer isn’t whiny or annoying in the slightest; two, they can actually write a dang good hook, and three, sometimes they do something that’s musically (gasp, shock, awe) adventurous.

They released an EP recently on iTunes, “Shallow Believer”, and this song.

“Dark Days”.
It’s fantastic. I’ve had it on repeat for a while.
(Once the background vocals kick in on chorus 2, you’ll be sayin’ “awwwww heck yes” unless you don’t talk like that.)

-Nathan

Ah well. :D

Hello, everyone. This is my blog. My name is Nathan, and it’s called “Motorways and Tramlines.”
Sometimes, although not recently, I blog.
I’m going to do so again, starting now!
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First of all, on Sunday afternoons, there’s nothing more pleasant than sitting in a Jack in the Box (the restaurant, silly) discussing debilitating late-onset diseases with a friend and your mother. Unless there actually is, in which case I wouldn’t be surprised.

Second, I went bowling on Sunday! There are a variety of bowling alleys in San Antonio that are quite excellent. Convienently, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM is about thirty minutes away from my house. So much for ever having a pleasant bowling experience! Instead, whenever I bowl, I usually end up going to Bandera Bowl.

Bandera Bowl smells like smoke, is full of old people, tends to have annoyingly incompetent DJs, and closed the huge play area years ago. On the plus side, it’s only ten minutes from my house. I will cover all of these points in the paragraphs to follow.

On this particular Sunday evening, I went bowling with Jack and Colleen, two friends, and the rest of the people in my youth group, none of whom are important to this story, with only one exception: a fellow named Corey. Corey is…questionable. As far as I can tell, his habits consist of coming to church two hours early to play Need for Speed, a game which he owns for his own Playstation 2, in the youth room alone. That, and telling a lot of unoriginal racist jokes. All you need to know here is that he is wearing two polo shirts on top of each other, and both of the collars were popped.

Corey, you see, is a “straight up balla”. Or something like that.

Anyway. We get to a lane, sit down, and begin to bowl. I quickly discover I’ve forgotten how to not suck at bowling. This is unfortunate. My final score for game 1: 15. And 10 of those are from Jack playing while I was gone and getting a strike. That’s right, kids: I scored FIVE POINTS in ten frames. If this were golf, I’d be winning by loads.

The first notable event of the evening occurred here. Jack, walking along to get a soda, makes motions to someone that “Corey is annoying.” This is misinterpreted as “Corey’s so cool”, and someone gets Corey’s attention for him. Jack, at this point, is thinking, “Oh crap,” so he improvises. “Nathan looks up to you” he says. “Oh, Nathan? Nathan’s annoying.” says Corey back, only with more colorful language.

This is important knowledge. Now that I know this, I can take advantage of it. Jack and I scheme, and we decide on the best course of action. I walk up to Corey, casually pop my collar in the fashion he has his, and walk away.

Corey: “.___.”.

Victory for Nathan’s team.

Notable event number two came about as I was waiting in line for food. As I mentioned before, the DJs are incompetent, and they decided to play Soulja Boy with the bass cranked up way too loud so it was all cracky and disgusty, which is in fact a word.

The sixth graders begin to dance in unison with the song. (I must note that I find the Soulja Boy dance to be incredibly creepy.) About thirty seconds later, another of their friends runs up and taps one on the shoulder. They pause for about twenty seconds, and without any words said…join in again, in unison.

I couldn’t take it. I went and used the overpriced vending machine instead.

That’s about enough for today. More later?

once I get over the flu I will continue to blog
cheers nathan

Regular blog updates will resume when I jump this hurdle.

Cheerio, Nathan

I’m not even joking. I have no problems with making small talk or conversing with anyone, except with the people who get paid to help me with my problems. (That sounded weird. I don’t have a psychiatrist or anything. This blog does that for me.)

But this weekend, I experienced this a few times. EXAMPLE ONE: Friday, I embarked with my mom on an adventure/badenture/et cetera to buy pants, and nothing else. (As it turns out, I successfully bought four pairs for $60 total. I am a bargain hunter upon the ranks of the almost-hardcore.) After this, I said to myself, “Hey, Nathan, why not go to Hot Topic for kicks?”

Little did I know how much I would regret this decision.

You see, Hot Topic and I have a very…rocky relationship. Occasionally, there’s something cool in there, but more often than not it is nothing but silly commercialism disguised as rebellion sold to gullible teens who don’t know better. They do, however, have nice band shirts sometimes.

I bought stickers. (For 2.99. Ridiculous, but cartoon food with faces are pretty much my one and only weakness. That’s beside the point, though. I ran into my ultimate archrival: Green Floppy Mohawk Girl. I have been kicked out of Hot Topic by her at least once, perhaps twice, for holding a camera and muttering strange things under my breath. Her hair is, in fact, a green floppy mohawk. There’s no better way to describe it.

Nathan, at this point, attempts to look inconspicous. This is nigh-impossible in Hot Topic, because to look as if you fit in, you have to be pasty white (which I am) and a mallgoth (which I am not). So she found me.

MOHAWK GIRL: Do I know you? ._.
Nathan: ::devolves into a blabbering mess:: Hafvoiphaskdaspvjopsdv….noo? D:
MOHAWK GIRL: Okay I guess.

That was, in fact, the only defense I could muster up.
I shed a tear for this. I lost to the Green Floppy Mohawk Girl.

I’m pretty sure I’ll find a way to get the better of her next time.
(Of course, I’ll buy another overpriced sticker and add to her commission, anyway. Ick.)

Anywho, I’m going to go back to ferocious English homework now.

Cheers, Nathan