And by bees, I mean the illustrious
Vuvuzelas that all of the goddamn fans in South Africa constantly blow during every game of the World Cup 2010.
I know what you're thinking; "But Gutter-Trash, how could these adorable children and their silly instruments be anything but KEWT?!" I'll tell you how. This makes the stadium sound like a beehive, and a fan cannot enjoy the usual cheering, drunken screaming, lewd comments, and best of all, the team chants! It's all drowned out by this nonsense and I wish to all hell it'd fucking stop.
Bees aside, the cup this year has been somewhat of a letdown for me. Not only has England been doing absolutely dismal in the group stage (the part of the cup where each team in a particular group plays everyone else within their group), but Japan lost today, S. Korea lost yesterday, and I'm sure Spain is gonna get buttfucked whenever they choose to play. My bracket is toast. In any case, come on England! Get outta the group stage and do us proud!
[Reading]
Well I finished it. And goddammit, I want hours of my life back. The writing feels rushed, but then again, the Twilight series of books has somehow managed to be successful and if that's any indication, you can get anything published these days. It's no wonder that the Games has exceeded in drawing in the teenage crowd to young to remember Battle Royale and apparently too stupid to realize when they're being fed utter bollocks. The book clips along fast enough to keep me semi-interested enough to finish, but there was a glaring problem with the entire execution of the narrative. The main character, randomly named Katniss (the fuck? I mean, her "love" interest is named Peeta and shit, but Katniss isn't a tight name), does very little killing in a gameshow centered around just that. Things always seem to fall into place so that our lovely teen heroine can avoid all sorts of nasty situations without drawing blood (I think her kill count at the end was something like... 1 directly, and like 3 from dropping "special mutated hornets" on a pack. Easy way out considering there were 21 contestants to start). C'mon, son, I chose to read this book thinking it would be an interesting first-person narrative about what it takes to kill, the after effects of murdering someone, the hunger and strain a body undergoes in a gameshow like this but what do I get? A love story.
When the author isn't avoiding the only reason her book has a chance of being good, she's making sure to delve into great detail about the makeovers her main character receives when it's time for Katniss's many television interview appearances both before and after the Hunger Games take place. Thanks! I really enjoy reading abou- no I don't, stop that shit. Fuck.
All in all, The Hunger Games certainly doesn't leave me hungry for more.
Holy shit I'm witty.
[Musics]
If you're not aroused by the end of this video, having stared at that CD cover for the 3 minute duration, there's no hope for you. I really wish they would start doing album covers like this again. Just drive the artist out to the middle of nowhere, get him in some denim and make him smile erotically. Come on, Bobby, pretend like you're not about to do loads of coke with Whitney Houston and absolutely tarnish whatever career you had!
This shit is so funky. I'm not into bigger women, and that gap tooth is atrocious, but they sing/flow so well and have such a chemistry that it reminds me I shouldn't be so shallow. I remember waking up in the mornings, turning on MTV, and catching this before High School. Or.. Middle School. Whenever it was. Was it even MTV? Did they ever play Music Videos?
Say bye-bye, liver! TiRon is my favorite up-and-coming artist. It used to be Drake, but he signed with those Young Money clowns and suddenly sucks (not cuz he's popular, alright, I'm not
A-Ton! it's just I don't like how he's changing his sound to fit in with theirs.) Ronnie here has lots of energy, a winning smile, and fun ass songs to listen to. Both his mixtapes Ketchup and MSTRD are honest enough and feel like I'm listening to something i can genuinely nod my head to. Dude is dope, you heard it hear second!
I'd link a bunch of other stuff, but I'll save that for when I'm not operating on 4 hours of sleep. Now, on to the final section:
[Living Room Makeover: Gutter Trash Style]
Moving into a new place is hard. If you're a pussy.
I finally got around to getting all the way into my new 1-bedroom spot that's practically on campus, and I'm totally stoked. However, I'm sad to report that my "moved-in" status isn't exactly official, SO, I went to Ikea with the girlfriend on a weekend trip to Portland, made some key purchases and am poised to recreate my living space into something hip, hot, and a dope spot. (I could be a rapper, I swear to God)
Hit the image for the full breakdown of the "Before"
Stay tuned for the after, more music, and some movie reviews!
As always, this is Gutter Trash saying: