FUUUUUUUU

The weekend was an aight excuse not to post (Thursday and Friday included).

Long story/rant to post tomorrow over what was SUPPOSED to happen tonight.

SUNDAY (EXHALE) BLOODY SUNDAY

Alright, so there's this Homefront soundtrack that I downloaded last night that has a bunch of covers of war songs done by death metal/core bands. Pretty much all of them are terrible with Winds of Plague cementing their suckage with perhaps the worst cover I've ever heard. For some reason, I'm really digging Veil of Maya's take on U2's classic 'Sunday Bloody Sunday'. I think they did a damn good job of incorporating the most important elements (sans Bono's croon) with their technical riffage. It's nothing special, but I can't get the damn thing out of my head.

Oh, and the Misery Signals cover is decent too.

Stuffs...

Alright, just for the sake of putting the pen to paper, I'm just writing what I've gots in the pipeline. I'm working on a few things right now, school first and foremost. Other than academia, I'm working on a list of my 100 favorite songs from before 2011 (it's a new decade, DEAL WITH IT) and on top of that, some pointless I-guess-you-can-call-it 'essays' about why I like the Jersey Shore (and why that's okay) and some pointless rants shouting out at the emptiness.

I said I was gonna post errday. I wasn't lying....(yet)

NEW GILES COREY!?

Speaking of music, this little diddy just popped up on the internet. Giles Corey (and pretty much everything Enemies List) kicks ass. I'm really looking forward to the upcoming record that's been delayed constantly. Maybe a new Have A Nice Life will show up this year too?

Giles Corey- Sleeping Heart from Justin Donais on Vimeo.

Music Monday: 3/21

Every monday (well, that's the plan at least) I'll post some musics I've been digging. I always have trouble remembering what came out in the past year so this'll definitely help out.

Protest The Hero-Scurrilous

Protest the Hero's third album actually comes out tomorrow but the world has been enjoying it for the past six or seven weeks already. As for the music, HOLY SHIT. Scurrilous pretty much takes everything that everyone hated about Protest the Hero (Rody's eccentric vocals, incredibly technical music) and uses them more than ever. Somehow, this works in every single way. While I'm not sure where this will ultimately fit in with their discography, it's definitely the best thing I've heard so far in 2011.

Here's my two favorite tracks:
SEX TAPES


TANDEM

Defeater-Empty Days and Sleepless Nights

I'd by lying if I said I was an expert in the hardcore scene, but it doesn't take an HxC bro to realize the awesomeness of Defeater's latest. Defeater's brand of hardcore has a lot more depth than a lot of their contemporaries. Breakdowns are few and far between and are much more meaty than the standard 'chug chug' that the scene has been plagued with in recent years. The songs have an awesome flow of soft spots (including four acoustic songs) and all-out aggression. The lyrics also kick ass and, as far as I can tell, continue the story from their first LP. This band might just be the band that gets me into hardcore.

Favorites:
DEAR FATHER

AT PEACE

Kanye West & Jay-Z

While I'm not holding my breath that 'Watch the Throne' will actually come out, I'm perfectly content with the bits that have been released/leaked. While I enjoyed H.A.M., even with it's quirks ('Nigga, you should fuckin' quit, nigga'), it was a song that was a little disappointing. Thank god that another song leaked entiteld 'That's My Bitch.' This song, to put it simply, kicks ass. There's a much better flow, better use of samples, and Jay-Z didn't fuck this one up. If Watch the Throne is ever released, I'm hoping this song is more indicative of the rest than H.A.M.
THAT'S MY BITCH

My Drive Back to Dekalb

My car has to be beyond fucked. It's been brought in twice since January with costs totalling over $600. It's been bad joo joo to say the least.

Strangely, driving The Crimson Tide lately feels a helluva lot like a shitty version of that movie SPEED. Instead of not being able to drive under 50 miles an hour (clearly the most effective way of killing someone), I'm basically not able to stop at a red light. If I do, my car will f*cking implode on itself and die. It's happened seven times in the last three days.

Of course I catch EVERY GOD DAMN RED LIGHT BETWEEN CARY AND DEKALB. I've become a little crafty in finding a workaround. People think I'm crazy but I'll be damned if it doesn't work. Basically, I constantly release the break to creep forward as far as possible then slide that baby into reverse and slowly back up. Rinse, lather, and repeat until the car either dies (hasn't using this method...yet) or the light turns green. I guess it's made driving exciting, turning from mundane form of transportation into a game of chance run by satan himself. This weekend I'm going to a concert in Chicago. Can I make it???

My face for the entire hour and a half drive

The Bad Ass' Almanac: Bitches Pt. I

This post was first written for my dorm floor's short lived BLOG. I'm reposting it here because I had way too much fun writing it and don't want to forget about it later.

Bitches. We all know one. In fact, we (you) might be one ourselves (yourself). They can be a tricky and deceiving breed when approached the wrong way. Not for an alpha male. With my help, you too can can get bitches both in bed and out of your life in no time. Read on to figure out how to effectively identify and deal with the multiple types of bitches in your life.

Perhaps I'm getting a little ahead of myself . What exactly is a bitch you ask? Webster's Dictionary defines a bitch as a woman (typically who is sexually attractive) who won't have sex with you. A bitch could also be some chick who is annoying as fuck. Use your discretion. The only universal is that bitches be bitches.

Bitches, like Baskin Robin's Ice Cream, come somewhere in the ballpark of 31 flavors. They may be dumb, but they have learned through evolutionary means (ironic, considering they didn't learn how to grow a dick, freeing them from bitch shackles) to annoy THE LIVING FUCK out of us in multiple ways. A bitch wants nothing more than to fuck you over financially, emotionally, and, if you're lucky, in the sack. She would succeed too...if it weren't for awesome alpha males with huge dicks figuring out the tricks of their trade.

Here are several of the more common types of bitches that you may have to deal with:

THE PARTY BITCHParty bitches in their natural habitat: some guy's basement
Note: The general DGAF attitude and nearly exposed breasts


First up is the Party Bitch (PB). PB is one of the more common types of bitches and can be easily spotted in a frat house, that guy who's twenty-something but still hangs with high schoolers' house, or in a rape investigation.

Like normal human beings, PBs require food, sleep, oxygen, and other essentials. Curiously, though none would argue miraculously, they require another element in order to sustain their existence: alcohol. If PBs do not ingest several shots each night, they will die a horrible, painful death...or gain self-respect. Either fate would be too much for them to handle so they spend their days recounting (or attempting to) their misadventures and who will booze them up for free.

BEWARE
PB's are usually pretty hot and will use there sexuality to try and seduce beta's into buying them alcohol and pumping tunes so they will not get tickets for noise complaints or lose precious dollars. She will go much farther in an attempt to steal your precious liquids (and I ain't talking about semen). She will wear provocative clothing, let you write your name on her, grind on your dick, and possibly give you a handy. DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT GIVE IN. It's all a ruse! PB's have no interest in you. In fact, PB's are usually lesbian and spend much of their tipsy time making out with each other. This is actually an evolutionary response to the shortage of alcohol. When they make out, they share the precious, life-giving fluids of Smirnoff or Captain so that they may be granted another day of existence. On the off hand that you do have sex with one, you will not only have an awesome story to tell your bros, you will also have chlamydia. Congratulations.

HOW TO DEAL WITH ONE


PB's may be tough to deal with, but they are not invincible. Bring up her father and watch her break down in front of you. Try to not let alcohol touch their lips, but occasionally it's unavoidable. When that is the case, immediately cut off any tuneage that is available. I don't care if it's the middle of the "na na na's" in All the Small Things, you GTFO immediately. Eventually, PB's will become weak with sobriety and melt into oblivion. It also wouldn't hurt to a have a box of either wine or your alcoholic piss from last weekend on hand to remove them from the situation temporarily. This might trigger their primal urges and cause them to become more aggressive in their search of alcohol once they get a taste, but hopefully the 10-30 seconds that it takes them to ingest the fluids will give you enough of a head start to run away.

WARNING: You can also roofy them, which appears to be the favorite among frats but this is frowned upon (in most cases) and illegal. Use a condom.


That's it for our inaugural edition of Bad Ass' Alamanac. Stay tuned for more installments to help you deal with bitches and how to become an alpha in all walks of life. Peace, bro

First! : The Manifesto

Fun fact: this picture came up when I typed 'original' into Google images. Lenin and Trotsky are my homeboys

So here I am again, creating yet another blog with the hopes of writing something, somewhere on a somewhat consistent basis. I always seem to get delusions of grandeur, dreaming of having a highly influential blog with hundreds, if not thousands of followers. That sounds like a stretch because it is one: nobody really fucking cares.

The internet has raised the ground on the earth a couple of feet by giving everyone a soapbox. People become outspoken just to get their points across and eventually the bar is raised for how people attract attention. It's an endless cycle that I've admittedly been a part on more than a few counts.

No more though! I'm going into this blog with realistic expectations. By that, I mean I'm counting on no one reading this blog. I'm using this as a platform to help jog my memory when December comes and that inevitable, gushy feeling of nostalgia rears its ugly head once more and I try to remember what the hell I actually did in the past 12 months.

I once read on a 'how to make your blog BAMF' site that in order to attract an audience, some sort of theme should be chosen. Well as far as pretense goes, there is none. This blog isn't going to be about music, how to be a douche, or anything particularly thought provoking; it's going to be all those things and everything in between. If that sounds pretentious, it probably is.

The name of this blog is 'Forever Four In the Morning' and it has some significance: every time I get insomnia, four in the morning is the point of no return. It's the point where I start trying to take everything that's going on and put them into perspective. It's the point where things seem pretty black and white and the day to day rush is just a fleeting dream. It's the point where I know I'm going to be f*cking tired in the day ahead.

Well, there we go: the first post! This is probably going to be the most serious post on here for a while. Prepare for lots of shifts in tone! :O

Sidenote: the silhouetted birds are there because silhouetted birds instantly make anything more artsy and interesting.