My brother, my sister, and I went record shopping today.  Chris gave us each $50 for graduating (which I think is kind of silly, since I didn't do anything, but whatever, free money). :D
Well, first we went to the Pevely Flea Market, which wasn't that great.  Well, it would have been better if it weren't for direct sun and my mom's idea that it wasn't that hot out so I was wearing my Army jacket, so I was really hot and felt sick the whole time.  There were a whole bunch of records, but I didn't look through them all.  It was mostly like, John Denver (everyone likes John Denver, apparently), and classic rock and stuff that I'm not really into.  But it was pretty cool anyway, I guess. 
Then we went to Euclid Records in Webster Groves.  They had a bunch of records, but nothing I wanted was used and therefore cheap(er).  I did get the Adolescents' first album (it's pink vinyl! It's sexy!) for like, $12.99 or something, and the Dead Kennedys' Plastic Surgery Disasters (which is just too awesome for words) for $9.99.  So that's pretty good, I guess.
Then we went to Vintage Vinyl.  THEY HAVE SO MANY RECORDS.  It's amazing.  And there's actually seperate sections for punk and rock and ska and reggae.  I almost got The Germs' album, but then I saw the Minutemen's Double Nickels on the Dime... But then, I found The Specials' first album.  It was brand new, so it cost $17.99 (God, I'm cheap).  IT'S FUCKING AMAZING.  It was totally worth it.  I mean seriously, who would've thought that I'd like ska this much? 
Then we went next door to Sunshine Daydream Imports, which I'm not interested in at all, and it was all tiny and smelled like incense.  Which was fine, until you actually got to the incense, then it's like, too much and you can't breathe and gah.  Maybe it's just me. The people working there were telling customers about how they can't call bongs bongs and how they have to call them something else (it was something stupid, like "water pipe" or something) to sell them, blah blah blah.  Melina was like "That's awesome." for some reason.  She wishes she was a hippie, but it's not like she'd ever do pot, so I don't see why that's awesome, but whatever.  She thought the store was really cool and had more selection than the South County one even though it was smaller (and didn't), but she didn't buy anything, so we left.
Anyway.  That was my day.  I shall leave you with this picture (That's Terry Hall, that guy with the eyeliner who never smiles.  Melina and I think he's totally awesome and cool):

I was reading about "Gloomy Sunday" on wikipedia (as you should know, I was/am kind of obsessed with that song in a really weird way.  Moreso the "original" Hungarian version than any of the other ones, but that doesn't really matter), and it said that Bukowski (who I'm also obsessed with) mentioned the song in Notes of a Dirty Old Man (which I have yet to read), but he renamed in "Blue Monday."  So, yeah, I'm a little obsessed with that song "Blue Monday" as well (and I just learned that it's the highest-selling 12'' single of all time).  But you know, do you think that's where New Order got the title from?  Not that it really matters.  But am I the only one seeing this connection?  Or am I just the only one who cares, haha?
Oh, and I just remembered that Ian Curtis was obsessed with the colour blue and painted his room (his writing room or something; I don't remember exactly) and everything in the room was blue.
But like I said before, maybe none of this really matters.

My friends suck.  With the exception of two or three.
I realise that most of my recent entries have been me complaining about shit.  I'm sure something good will happen soon.