So in no particular order:

1. Relativity by Emarosa
Have you heard Jonny Craig’s voice? So fucking amazing. His voice is really raw and he can control it so well. God, I’m fawning over his voice… so sad. But seriously, there should be a “Jonny Craig’sVoice Fanclub.” He needs to get it insured. And the album is really amazing. Different from the old Emarosa, but different in a good way.

2. The Resolution by Jack’s Mannequin
Andrew McMahon’s a genius. Yes, I’ve been going crazy over this entire album for the past… three months? The piano is catchy almost to the point where it’s annoying, and normally, I wouldn’t like the way he sings (you know- kind of nasally and whiny?) but he pulls it off. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how, but he does. And he battled cancer! Major brownie points. Go him.

3. Lost in the Sound of Separation by Underoath
Pretty beastly. I actually didn’t like Underoath that much before this album, but this one changed my mind. Spencer Chamberlain has a decent voice… nothing spectacular, but he’s pretty talented… but he needs a haircut. And there’s always Aaron Gillespie… how does he play drums and sing at the same time? So cool (and he has red hair! haha)

4. While Broken Hearts Prevail EP by Emery
Excuse the very generic and sad title of the EP, but wow. Love all the songs. It’s like one of the only albums/EPs where I can listen to all the songs. In normal cases, I always find at least one or two songs I dislike because I’m a SNOB and am very picky. But this EP is an exception, and you should all go listen to it now. They have like what? Three people on vocals? Sounds like Anberlin if the lead singer of Anberlin had a twin brother and a younger one. Hahaha.

5. Great White Whale by Secret and Whisper
First of all, they’re Canadian, so they’re automatically cool. The singer has this really high voice but he manages not to make his vocals very thin and flimsy sounding (aka skills). The band actually has a heavy sound, but you never really notice it because the singer’s voice balances things out. It’s a pretty interesting combination, and I think you should go listen to them.

Runner-Ups:
a. The Ghosts Among Us by Our Last Night
Because when they started, their lead singer was 14. 14! What were we doing when we were 14? In my case, I was probably worrying about high school, let alone thinking of being in a band. And they have pretty catchy songs.

b. The Penance and the Patience by Closure in Moscow
If you end up listening and liking Emarosa and/or Secret and Whisper, then you’ll probably like this band as well. I think they’re Australian. Go international-ness! And I also love this guy’s voice… pretty intense stuff.

c. For the Days We Fear the Air We Breathe by Upon Beauty Rests
Piano + orchestra + amazing vocals + fantastic lyrics = EFFING GOOD ALBUM. They didn’t make the top 5 because the CD is only 6 songs long, and the sound quality isn’t *that* good, but they are like… my fourth favorite band, and that’s saying a whole lot.

d. I Swear… by Inhale Exhale
This “nomination” goes solely to their song “Knowledge=Priceless.” Vocals are brilliant and I like how they have one song that showcases the singer’s true/real singing abilities and not a mix of growling/screaming/singing. Trust me on this one, that song OWNS (It’s my ringtone, so you know it has to be good).

Don’t be afraid to check them out. They’re mainly bands solely with melodic singing, and most of them deserve to be listened to.

Yeah. I’ll probably talk about books another day.
Oh, and I got a new cellphone. Same number though.

K, BAI. <–lmao

But the plus side to this post: I can actually list specific examples because basically no one I know reads this thing. So, without further ado, I will continue with my rant.

So I listen to music that isn’t mainstream… most people know this. But what I don’t listen to is emo music. What the fuck is emo anyway? It’s overused and been recycled so many times. Okay, so it did start as a type of music originally, but it’s evolved (or devolved) into something ridiculously stupid. So I listen to artists that don’t always sing… it doesn’t mean they are screaming about death, drugs, etc. Most of them are hardcore Christians and don’t even swear. I don’t get it.

And the terms “screamo” and “emocore.’ Big wtf (t)here. Like I’ve said before, those terms were made up by people who can’t pronounce something more coherent and thought it would be oh so cool to tag the word “emo” to something pre-existing.

So I don’t like dressing in bright colors. I don’t like attracting attention to myself. Maybe I just like blending in. This doesn’t make me emo. For goodness sake, I love laughing. I like corny jokes and I hate crying and I hate people who call themselves emo or act ridiculously depressed. It’s like… focus on yourself and less on what I listen to or act.

So call me emo one more time, and I will snap at you. Again. And probably again, because you’re freaking idiots.

I don’t think it’s healthy that I’ve begun to dislike my friends.

Hmm… I forgot what else I was going to say. Type. Whatever. Crap. But on another note, I love how in one class, if I’m the one that someone knows the best, s/he won’t stop bothering or talking to you. But when we’re in another class together, and there are other people around, I’m ignored when I ask a simple question. Eff you too. Leave me alone. I don’t want to answer your stupid questions.

I can’t wait to get out of this f***ing town and away from a lot of you.

I’ll probably end up deleting this entry after I cool down. But I think my temper rises faster when I haven’t gotten enough sleep. Physics is such a bitch. I stay up until three finishing a physics lab, and I get an F on a test. Life is really sucking right now. This shouldn’t be this hard.

It took me about two hours to realize that adding a new page was adding a new little “tab” at the top of the website, which is what I wanted to do, but couldn’t figure out how. So when I finally managed to add the new page, I realized there was no purpose or point to the page. I thought about writing an About Me page, but there really is no use in that because I think the only people who will read this is me, and maybe a few friends, maximum.

Like I said in the deleted post, I’m supposed to be writing my college essay. My mom thinks I’m writing it only because I’m typing, instead of clicking around. OH CRAP. And I just tried to get into my common app account, and I get a page telling me there’s an error.

I complain a lot, and I acknowledge the fact that I can can will get annoying. But now that I know, and you know, I’m allowed to complain. I’ve warned you. I really dislike school. It’s relatively three times more stressful than junior year. Seniors last year should have TOLD us, instead of telling us about how bad junior was going to be… it wasn’t that bad. But now I’m freaking out, and I found out today that gmail is being weird and basically isn’t sending my emails to the teachers and administration people, and I need them to reply to me, because hello? it’s my future on the line. Or a grade. And I want that A. And I start my sentences with ‘I’ a lot. But that’s okay. Being selfish isn’t a crime.

And recently, I’ve fallen out of touch with music and my iPod. I used to be like this music downloading fiend, but recently, I can’t bring myself to look for more good music. It’s like my brain is telling me, “No, no. You’ve already found the good bands. There are none left.” And that’s a depressing thought. Sort of like the thought of knowing that most of my favorite bands will probably break up within the next few years. And when they break up, it’ll signal the end to my childhood and teenage years. God, that is depressing. I need to get out of this self-pitying hole. But then again, maybe I like staying in my metaphorical hole. I mean, it’s like a comfort zone. The idea that if I stay in the hole, then nothing bad will happen. I’m being delusional or stupid. Maybe both.

On another note, I think blogging thing is a good idea (thanks yvonne). I get to rant like I used to on xanga. Get rid of the frustration and annoyance. Better than having it all in my head.