Dear Diary,
Recently my feeling were hurt by a boy… no big deal… but I took the opportunity to listen to some angry music. To be honest I haven’t been directly smote by a boy for some time. The last time it took years for me to get the hint (I’m a little slow on the uptake). This combined with a rebirth of my Chuck Taylors from the back of my closet really riled up some teenage angst inside of me.
Needless to say, I suddenly had the urge to listen to “angry” music. So I searched my extensive (apparently not extensive enough) music collection for something that would personify my mood, and couldn’t find anything! Sure I had a great collection of emo jams… if I felt like letting Rivers Cuomo tell me how sad I was or wanted a little Pet Sounds I was set. But that wasn’t how I was feeling, I wanted to murder something with an air guitar… or even break stuff. That’s when it hit me and I immediately downloaded Limp Bizkit’s Break Stuff. I listened to it for the first time on the car ride home and was surprised that I knew ALL the words… I mean ALL the words.
When I first downloaded the song I didn’t even remember the tune… I just knew that I really wanted to break something. But apparently it all got stuck up there, waiting in the wings for me to get pissed and bust out from my brain!
I’m not too sure why it hit such a cord with me, but it did. Usually I’m a Death Cab or Bob Dylan girl, but there is something about Limp Bizkit’s raunchy violence that this little pink and blond haired girl needed. I no longer wanted to break stuff, but I did want to listen to the song again and again. Even now, days later, I still need a dose of Break Stuff on the way to school to get me through the day.
I now wonder if this is what it is like to be a teenage boy. Suddenly being struck by the urge to break something. Perhaps that’s where violent video games come in. Unfortunately the only video game I have is Paper Boy on the original Nintendo so I can’t try that theory out. Striking a bush down with a paper is not quite gonna do it. That’s probably for the best, most newfangled controllers are too complicated and I’m not coordinated enough to work them…
I’m not too sure what the point of this entry is… I guess I just want to thank Limp Bizkit for being there for me in my time of need. I now know that if I have a rough day and whiskey can’t help me out I always have Limp Bizkit waiting to step in and bust out a motha-fuckin’-chainsaw… WHAT?!!
Hugs and kisses till next time!!!
…no contest.
Dear Diary 