butthead aka 216

Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is butthead aka 216! I debated for several minutes on the Jay-Z homage or the Eminem "Guess who's back" opening, decided neither was very funny, so just went with Jiggaman anyways.

I will keep the ban-talk brief. Judge Vanilla, with the help of an advisory committee, sentenced me to musicbanter.com jail for a period of 2 weeks for "reporting posts that don't qualify as insults." My goal is to be the walking, talking face of the musicbanter jail program and show that rehabilitation is possible even for the worst offenders. I will be a template for success. I wish there was a more juicy reason for my ban, but basically I reported posts that I found offensive. Mods didn't find them as offensive as me, so they banned me. Some might say I used the report function in the exact and only way it was intended, but those people aren't the mods and they make the rules. Sorry there isn't a hilarious story to be told.

So that's out of the way. During my ban, while I wasn't sulking, I was listening to some new tunes and dicking around in Plug in-between bouts of self-reflection and remorse for my actions. But, the music can wait for another time, and in the miracle of an event that anyone besides Trollheart has read this far, I am still looking for suggestions. Samiam has been a band I've been listening to a ton lately, but I am looking for some good emo-pop type stuff. Oddly enough, I don't really like most of the emo stuff I've been investigating because it's a little too depressive and slow.

There were times in the last couple of week where I saw an article, or Reddit thread, or stupid stuff here that I wanted to rant about here, but I can't remember them right now. So basically, consider this my re-entry to the musicbanter.com population. Expect a journal update tomorrow and this weekend sometime.

Isbjørn

Dude, I got scared! Glad you're back!

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butthead aka 216

So, now that I'm back (u mad???) I want to give a few shoutouts and thanks to certain members. Thanks to the group of guys who were happy to have me back in the community, especially Neo and Benteke. No offense Briks/Batty/Rezz/whoever else, but these fellas took the time to blow up my visitor wall with bonerrific babes and I feel like their efforts need to be mentioned here. Thanks guys. Also, thank, Karma! I come back, and Herm is banned. It was like a late Christmas gift so thanks to all those involved with that.

Also, thanks to our Journal Lord, Trollheart, for hosting the 2013 Journal Awards. TH does so much work on this part of the forum, and I appreciate it and I know everyone else does as well. The awards were especially cool for me because I didn't expect to win anything, but won 2 awards.


Though "Most Improved" means "Was Once Shitty, Is Now Less Shitty, I assume it really means "Wow, I am surprised you can actually form coherent sentences." Either way, I came into the journal game late and I am not sure I deserve this award. But, Maccaulay Culkin didn't deserve Mila Kunis either, and I don't see his gaunt ass whining about it.


I also won "Most Commented On" which is kinda weird since most journals have more comments than mine, but whatever. Like I said, no complaints here. For that, I can only thank other members who have commented on this journal as well as Dr. Phil.



So, as far as music goes, I plan to do an album review of a Midtown album. I've been going through a lot of different bands, listening to a few songs as a trial period, and then either ditching them or continuing my exploration of their music. Midtown was a band I saw a few times on different sites, so I decided to give them a listen and I've enjoyed the few songs I've heard. Like I said, I've been looking for emo-pop music and Midtown seems to fit the bill nicely. I also want to go back and search for more of The Movielife.

Oh, and I listened to The World is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die's new album. First off, shorten your band name bro. Secondly, I listened to the Whenever, If Ever album while playing video games. I can't think of who they reminds me of, but I feel like it's on the tip of my tongue. I enjoyed the album, and if a loaded Beretta was to my temple and I had to grade it, I'd probably say 8/10.

One band I thought I would like judging by my music tastes and various things I have read here and elsewhere, is Sunny Day Real Estate. I can say, after listening to about 10 songs, that I don't really understand the circlejerk over them. I found the music pretty boring, but I do love this song:

Dr_Rez

I give this a:

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butthead aka 216

Myself and a few other members will occasionally discuss relationship and girl problems in Plug on those lonely winter nights when no feminists/morons are around. I mentioned it in another thread, but I will repeat my Saturday in greater detail here. There's hardly a point to this story, but it's my journal so you can catch my load in your eye if you don't like it.

Basically, my friend started boinking this girl named Justine. She is kind of obsessed with him (I have no clue why: He isn't good-looking and has a dumb personality) and he's not sure about her, so to keep the mood light he invited me and another friend to hang out with her and her 2 friends.

In a comment only Rezz and other Pittsburghians will understand, we pregamed with some drinking games then went to Tiki, and then made our way to Diesel. Diesel is a dance club where you are packed in like sardines. So anyways, I am dancing with my chick, trying to gauge if she's enjoying my package grinding against her ass or if she's too gentle of a person to tell me how repulsed she is. From the corner of my eye, I see Justine dancing with some random Spanish kid with a chinstrap. I look over again and see them playing tonsil hockey, furiously spit-swapping on the Diesel dance floor as my buddy looks on from a distance, eyes glazed in a confused and drunken state, wondering how Mr. Steal Yo Girl made his way through the smog of Axe and sweat to indeed steal his girl.

I focus on the task at hand and slide my hands down into my girl's jeans. The dancing is beginning to feel repetitive: I've exhausted most of my moves and the combination of dehydration, fatigue, and boredom is making my quads cramp with the force of a thousand suns. I put my hands on hers, one of which is clutching one of those super small handbag things that girls carry, and start waving her arms around and whacking random dancers in the head with her handbag. She finds it hilarious and cute in a WTF sort of way. I take her hand and make her smack my ass, then claim sexual assault and get really offended, in hopes I can jokingly turn the event into a blowjob later. "Some girl kept smacking my ass and being really sexual and it was just weird. I mean, she was cute and stuff but she was so gropey and couldn't keep her hands to herself." Those words at 3AM proved to get a good laugh but a blowjob was not to be had.

So focus. We are still at the club, dancing. I turn my head again and see my buddy sword fighting with Justine, using their tongues. Good golly gee whiz, what a little sloot she is. Later my buddy will pretend that he didn't see her making out with Juan Pablo Sanchez Gonzalez Rojas III, but I know he did. We exit the club and Justine starts yacking all over the street while we wait for a cab in the snow. It was never confirmed if it was from too much alcohol or the taste of a million men on her breath, but she left in the cab with her head hanging out the window, drooling slime down the side of the taxi. Eventually I grab a cab and head to my buddies' place, where all the girls were crashing as well.

Skip to the next day. The girls leave on their trek to whereverthefukc and it's just me and my buddy. As what happens when white people drink, we recap and analyze the night simultaneously. He starts telling me how Justine is really into him and blah blah, which is where I mention the casual make out session she had with Mario Lopez right in front of his face. He claims he doesn't remember that, and whips out his phone to show me some texts she sent him while on her drive back home that morning. "Seriously. You are so fukcing perfect." That was the text.



My heart stopped for a second. It was a biological reaction. My brain had sent signals to the rest of my body that this was beyond logical comprehension. Not only is she way out of my friend's league, but she just sent a completely cringe-worthy "you're perfect" text about 10 hours after making out with George Lopez Jr. So as the day went on, and we chowed down on old pizza and stale beers, I began thinking what would happen if the roles were reversed. It was tough because I'd never be big enough of an asswipe to send a "you're perfect" text to anyone, let alone someone I wasn't dating, let alone someone i had sex with once, let alone someone who saw me making out with a younger version of Geraldo. But I tried. I pretended I was lame enough to send that text and couldn't imagine any scenario where a girl would be receptive whatsoever to me even talking to her again.

In recap, this girl pre-arranged to sleep at my friend's house, went out with him, made out with some guy in front of him, came home to his house to sleep, sent him love texts the next day.

I guess it's one of those weird double standards situations that are fine for girls to do but not guys (The kinds that don't exist in the feminist fantasy land). Or maybe my buddy is just a chump. Both, actually. I realize mentioning it could be construed into sounding like I am a whiny mens rights activist, but let it be known to the masses that I also hate those people as much as feminists: Feminists are just more vocal, larger in numbers, and 99% of the time talking 100% out of their asses. Man, I hate feminists. I will save taking a verbal dump on them for another time on another day.

I will be posting some music stuff later today or tomorrow. My updates have been sporadic but I don't think its caused anyone to slide into a crippling depression just yet, so whatever. There's a band called You Blew It! that is supposed to be a good newer emo band that I will be listening to and posting videos of. Stay tuned.

Deviouz

I remember this.

I remember this convo in plug.

I remember you saying she blowed this random dude, then after that, she made out with your mate.

I also remember chundering in my mouth reading it.

Dr_Rez

All I can say is Diesel is where the slootiest sloots go in all of Carson Street so I am not surprised. And I don;t think it was a cringworthy text on her part, I think it was intentionally sent for a particular reason. Girls like that thrive on attention right? What better wy to continually get attention from a dude you barely know than send him a text like that, which for all you now was actually group texted to all her male friends. Il bet after he got that all he did was think about her and tell her how he felt the same way.

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djchameleon

Your friend is a beta male chump. No one should stand for that male or female. This has nothing to do with societal standards.

Is she even a dime? Dimes aren't even worth that though. Plenty of other dimes in the bank. It would explain why he let her fly though.

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Fame, fortune, power, titties. People say these are the most crucial things in life, but you can have a pocket full o' gold and it doesn't mean sh*t if you don't have someone to share that gold with. Seems simple. Yet it's an important lesson to learn. Even lone wolves run in packs sometimes.

butthead aka 216

That was actually another friend with another girl. His pseudo-model buddy got a bunch of girls he works with at Hollister to come over for a party. Some sloot blew the model in the bathroom, which was pretty obvious to anyone paying attention, then made out with my buddy later in the night. Lulz were had by all who were paying attention.

It was weird because he's definitely not the type of guy to fawn over some random sloot. I saw his text conversation, he wasn't really giving her the attention she wanted. Maybe she was just really baiting him for the attention or maybe she is really into him despite being a sloot. She seems pretty desperate but she is pretty fine too, so I don't know what's going on. Wish my buddy would admit he saw her making out with Mario Lopez and call her on it but he's got no sac.