Finn and Skeleton Mask.

Finn and I went on a bike ride.

I wore a skeleton mask.

Finn took pictures of me.

We took pictures in the tunnel underneath University Avenue, kind of by our house. I want to bring a guitar and some people and play music in there. Dirty, grimy, slightly echoee. It would be sweet.

It was funny because, first of all, I got really stoked and was like, "Finn! Wanna go on a crazy bike ride?! Just put on all black clothes and maybe a beanie..." But then I realized it would be dumb if we both looked weird/like burglars. So I changed my mind and had Finn wear standard skating attire, (or whatever he wears every day).

We bought grape Powerade's at BuyLow. We played with shopping carts. Finn pushed me into a curb while in the shopping cart, (It's okay, I told him too).

I tried to take pictures of Finn.

It was a successful excursion.

Farewell.

it's late.

Today, I had the biggest thrill of my life. So I was on the computer this morning looking up info on Jónsi, (why? maybe because I research/stalk bands/artists. Maybe it's a little creepy to some people that I know, (for example), what some of the-lead-singer-of-Crystal-Castles'(whose name is Alice Glass, I thought you should know)-daily activities are. Maybe I see it as perfectly normal. Maybe I like to be creepy in that distant sense. Let's keep moving).

Geez. This is too long already and now I'm frustrated. Anyway, to cut to the chase, I bought two Jónsi tickets right as they went on sale. I was like, "Awww cool, he's coming to SLC in October and tickets go on sale.... RIGHT NOW! Holy hell!" (yes I apologize but I did curse. Sometimes I let my excitement get the better of me). Sounds totally gripping right?

I decided I would invite my bist frind Mary. (no "e's" on purpose).

This is Mary.

Stolen from her FB.

(Her style is totally cute and rad).

Mary likes guns. No really. Earlier we were talking about how she shot a snake with a shotgun and laughed with glee shortly after. What a murderous little......... kidding. That's a lie. I'll have to ask her if she really likes guns.

Mary and I hang out at her house.

According to Pappy, Mary sounds like a 13 year old.

Mary is now an angry person. She doesn't smile. At least, she tries not to. I'm gotten pretty good at forcing one out every once in a while. This tragedy is due to Mary's newest edition... braces. Oh it's so exciting.

Anyway, this concert will be swell.

ps - newest way I sign my name is something like:

Niels H. Christensen, Therapist Extraordinaire (or something similar)

nielshenryc@gmail.com, 801.377.5144

I just find the term "extraordinaire," hilarious. Almost as funny as "cut the cake!"

pps - I thought you should know - I cleaned up puke in the hallway, at the hospital, just the other day, (for those of you who don't know, I intern at UVRMC, following Physical Therapists around and pushing wheelchairs. Sometimes Shane (my head supervisor) makes me take apart wheelchairs and when that I happens I finish, but caked in grease. Thanks for making me feel like a mechanic, Shane).

cheers.

You should see me when I sweat...

it's pretty gross.

blogging sucks.

and i missed modest mouse. grr.

BUT, whenever i get angry i always find a new band to love and this time it's sisters Bianca and Sierra Casady. CocoRosie. They're swell.

Listen to Werewolf and Smokey Taboo. They'll blow your mind.

for reverend green

a) disgusting album cover

b) lyrics

From one moment to a next Reading in the papers to know what's best Sometimes you don't know yourself Eating loads of vitamins for your health From one moment to a next Red negativity in the street Maybe it's the earth, maybe it's the heat A baby on the bus smiled at me so easy Now I think it's all right we're together Now I think that's a riot Now I think it's the best you've ever played it Now I think that's a riot Now I think it's all right to feel inhuman Now I think that's a riot Now I think it's all right, we'll sing together Now I think that's a riot A running child's bloody with burning knees A careless child's money flew in the trees A camping child's happy with winter's freeze A lucky child don't know how lucky she is From one moment to a next A thousand wasted Brooklyners all depressed The ins and outs of supper's chest He'll only be a friend if he touches your breast From one moment to a next A shifting in the plates of what you ingest From sugared tits to honeyed pests Bulimic vegetarian wins weight contest Now I think it's all right we're together Now I think that's a riot Now I think it's the best he ever played it Now I think that's a riot Now I think it's all right to feel inhuman Now I think that's a riot Now I think it's all right, we'll sing together Now I think that's a riot A running child's bloody with burning knees A careless child's money flew in the trees A camping child's happy with winter's freeze A lucky child don't know how lucky she is This one's for Reverend Green Reverend Green For Reverend Green Reverend Green For Reverend Green For Reverend Green For Reverend Green For Reverend Green For Reverend Green For Reverend Green For Reverend Green For Reverend Green For Reverend Green For Reverend Green For Reverend Green For Reverend Green

that's animal collective for you.

good stuff. i've finally revealed it. finally.

there's some really good shows coming up this summer... i mean, portugal. the man on the 23rd, modest mouse on the 8th of july, she and him in august and more. it's going to be a fabulous summer.

ps - been listening to a lot of P. the man

bon iver (oh goodness)

and crystal castles' new album.

it's so sweet. has anyone else heard it? my favorites are empathy, baptism, and not in love. it makes me feel like everything is going so slow because it's such intense electronic music. "geez louise louise." - spencer schmutz.

mt. pleasant trip and a colored hand

"[i sleep] on a bed of money surrounded by many beautiful women."

events of the month: mother's day and our show in Mt. Pleasant...... here's a piece:

day 1: we drove down around noon. jammed. mariocart wii. jammed again. packed up. checked into the venue (THE ILLUSION ACADEMY!). got pizza. watched some of the most awful bands i've ever seen, (the second band was a "metalcore" band that just "showed up" to play one song. awesome), (ps - concerning the first band, i mean, i 'm usually the one to be like "they weren't bad at all," but this show i was like, "ooh uh... they weren't bad. they just needed to tune, and play on time, and get singing lessons, and actually listen to the songs they were covering, and not play a "WEEPING DEMON" wah solo in every song, and not blame everyone for sounding like crap, and get a drummer, and not be bastards. no big deal, right?).

after that we played probably our best show. we played well. our crowd was incredible. 80 kids we didn't know and more than half were extremely "turned on" girls. sorry for being graphic. but it's true. we got to play around 11 songs. 2 extra because P.A. problems and broken guitar strings. chris broke his high e while tuning, so tucker and i performed an almost finished acoustic song. it was swell. oh and mine and chris' harmonies in "(this is) the dream of evan and chan" (an awesome cover) felt so good. man i love singing without a mic.

day 2: stayed up ALL night. drank way too much pepsi. played dashboard and bon iver with matt. watched a crappy movie. laughed a lot. went dirt biking/off-roading at about 6:30 in the morning. at first i was a wiener: i burned my ankle on the the bike, so i didn't feel like riding anymore. yeah i know, really funny. imagine me pouting it up in the backseat of a car. but after lunch, i gave it a second try and figured out that it was crazy fun. but, i'm still a wuss. anyway. started driving home. got pulled over. went to taco time, (we were all so retarded from this point due to lack of sleep. also, forgot to mention - chris got in a fight with some pine tree branches while riding the dirt bike, so it looked like brad pitt punched him several times right in the face. basically every other sentence from tucker was "haha dude look at your face."). got some nacho's and a veggie burrito. drove home. hung out with kent. drew pictures. coloured my entire hand with markers. slept like a baby for 13 hours.

barf.

no other title would suffice.

today, i promised lydia that i would never watch silence of the lambs, because she said it sounded foul... i mean, not that i was planning on watching it, but it's probably a good idea anyway, due to my weak stomach.

no joke. today, during physiology, i felt like throwing up while dealing with a chicken wing. actually the chicken itself wasn't that bad, but when i cut into the muscle, maybe it started bleeding a little bit. not as bad as a 30 pound cow heart that reeks of prerequisites to vomiting.

mmmmm.... i'd like a large portion of that right now, along with a steaming mug of pancreatic juice (all credit goes to chris on that one).

now really quick, i want you to picture me... sitting on my bed, listening to portugal. the man's the satanic satanist, feeling totally relaxed, drinking a glass of fresh orange juice.............. that's not what's happening right now. actually i feel like crap. i smell like a dog, i have a headache, my eyes are watering, but tailbone is asleep and i'm gay... oopss.. i mean blind (no offence at all to people that are gay, i'm simply making fun of a reporter). finished.

"is that what this is, a lark in the court of the king? is it!? is that what you're trying to tell me!?"

-murray hewitt