There's not really anything interesting or new. I developed some pictures, mostly of Tynan. Here are a couple more:

On the night of Rock For Choice when I lost my fucking ticket, we realized that Hot Hot Heat was playing with the Riff Randells and Operation Makeout at the Pic pub, which isn't as good as seeing Propagandhi and Sook-Yin Lee (she's so cool), but it was fun. I got pretty drunk, and although the Riff Randells are exactly like the Ramones and Operation Makeout are exactly like the B-52's, Hot Hot Heat once again proved that they rock the body that rocks the party. Yes. I recently bought the seven inch with Matador at the Door on it.

This is me and my 18-year-old brother, Graham. He likes Atari Teenage Riot, Rage Against the Machine, Creed, and Earth Crisis (but is far from anarchist, straightedge, or Christian). He likes to run around in the forest with his friends with his replica AK-47 air gun, and he wants to join the army. Though not a skinhead himself, he stands up for his neo-nazi friends, and he's read Mein Kamf. He frightens me.

There are lots of good shows coming up. Hot Water Music on April 4th, the Locust on the 10th, and Low on the 12th. I just went to Nomeansno with Jasmine from Starbucks on Wednesday. It was okay. The opening bands, All State Champion (fugazi-esque emo) and Removal (instrumental punk/metal) were alright. Nomeansno totally rocked. They're soo talented and the play fucking hard, and they played for over an hour and a half, which is almost unheard of by punk bands. The problem was that it was in the Commodore, and there were way too many drunk assholes. I recall seeing Frank Black and the Catholics at the Rage when I was in first year - very similar. And Rob Wright was really pissed off - at one point he said "if anyone else comes up here [on stage] I'm gonna break your fucking teeth." And later, when somebody threw an entire cup of beer on him, soaking him from head to toe, he said, "What are there, like, 700 morons here?" He could've been electrocuted or something. It sucked. It would've been better in a smaller venue. With less machismo.

Lately I've been perusing make out club.

I quit chewing my nails, which is quite a feat. We have home videos of me at age three chewing my nails, and my grandmother scolding me. I still haven't quite gotten used to my nails tapping against the keys, but it's cool. I can peel oranges now. It's like having tools attached to my hands. Heh.

I've been listening to lots of Weezer, Propagandhi, Low, and Hot Hot Heat.