The things that make me really, really pissed

1. My not being able to call my family due to own stupidity. I scratched the NEW calling card too hard with a key that I can’t make out what the pin numbers are anymore.

2. Being really, really short on money. Gosh, so many things to buy, so little money.

3. Difficulties in enrolment for the new semester just because of one stupid elective. And for the record, I hate you Jurgen (I don’t know if that’s how you spell your name but still, I hate you and your European accent and your lousy-arse teaching method. By the way, I saw you walking around Newtown with your girlfriend. You both suck!).

4. Arcade Fire’s first time ever in Australia and I am going to miss them performing. As a matter of fact, this is the reason why I decided to post today and subsequently why I made the title like it is.

5. I am going to miss out on Big Day Out. I have nothing else to say about this.

Note on Arcade Fire and related ramblings:

Arcade Fire is perhaps, the greatest band alive. And to those who disagree, screw you and may God have mercy on your parents’ souls for having a child who doesn’t like Arcade Fire. I mean, I don’t know how/why you cannot like Arcade Fire. But coming from me who also likes Kylie and regards Last Christmas by Wham as the greatest Christmas song ever, I may be too quick to judge. Seriously though, Last Christmas? How can you not like that song? I’m telling you that it’s the best song to dance to while breaking mirrors. Trust me, I’ve done it before and it was awesome.

I became a fan of AF when my friend, L let me listen to some of their songs from their first album a couple years back. Speaking of L, I would like to take this opportunity to thank her so very much for introducing me to AF, going to concerts of bands you’ve never heard of including going to the university’s café during one hour break every Tuesday just to listen to some crappy, non-famous B-class singers because we all know that they’re so totally going to be famous one day, while watching me eat cereals sans lait for lunch, and also holding my hand during the Strokes’ concert as I was being gang-raped by pre-pubescent teens (mostly girls).

[The last reason can be very misleading because I have neither raped or being raped by anyone before. By “being gang-raped” I mean my soul being gang-raped by teenage girls who are not old enough to even keep a hamster as a pet let alone show any cleavage that, truth be told, many of them were trying show off (seriously, you do not have ample volume to do so, kids!).I’m glad I got that matter settled. But I still hate teenage kids]

[Reading back what I have written, I realise that I have successfully become the unfunny, creepy (hot) person who, in an attempt to be funny, used the word “gang-raped”. I, sincerely apologise for my effort]

I have both of AF’s albums. I listen to them when I am depressed, happy, lonely and/or all of the above. That is how big of an impact AF has on my life and my emotional+mental well being. And everytime “Wake Up” plays in my iPod on shuffle, I will listen to it over and over again until my iPod runs out of battery. Or until I run out of swear words. Let me explain.

My iPod and I have a game that we play so very often, especially during my commute to work. The perfect venue for this game is on the bus, preferably with a lot of staring people. 10 simple explanations of the game (which, by the way, is always won by the iPod):

1. Turn on iPod.
2. iPod displays “Not enough battery. Please charge your iPod now”.
3. Swear profusely which includes “You b***h. I charged you the whole night, you worthless piece of s**t!”.
4. Score = iPod-1, Owner-0.
5. Calm down and try again.
6. YES! It’s working now. Who’s the boss now, huh? Plead before your Master, sucka!
7. Score = iPod-1, Owner-1.
8. Skip 2 songs because well, one is by Peter Cetera and the other by Olivia Newton John with Cliff Richard. Spare me the question why, okay?
9. iPod displays “Not enough battery. Please charge your iPod now”.
10. Owner punches own stomach and dies. Also the score = iPod-100000, Owner-minus999999

Anyhoo, AF totally rocks my socks. I know I sound like most of the teenage girls when I wrote that sentence, but I don’t care. And again, screw you for judging. I have enough from my iPod alone.

I don’t want to ramble on why I heart AF sooo much so I won’t. Just get their albums already.