Your opinion is wrong, I tells ya!

This is going to be a quickie because I have to go to bed early-ish, since I have a track meet in a couple days. I'd be in bed right now, but I have the gosh darn hiccups and they're killing me right now. Seriously, I just hiccuped so strongly that I threw up a little bit. It was so gross. But anyway, let me get started.

Now as many of you who read the blog know, I really like music. A lot. I have a pretty wide range in musical tastes, and I like almost anything, except for most popular music (Ke$ha, Black Eyed Peas, etc.) But the only thing other than Justin Bieber's success that makes me upset is when people criticize my taste in music.

Now, I get it. Not everybody likes Green Day and Paramore (although they should...just kidding). It's okay if you say "They're not my thing" or "I'm not a huge fan of them." Something along those lines, something about how you just don't like them. But when people say "Fill-in-the-blank is awful" or "You like crappy music," that just pisses me off

Who are you to tell me that I like bad music? Musical tastes are based completely off opinions. This is like saying "You're an idiot! McDonalds is better than Burger King! We're not friends anymore." Okay, maybe it's not exactly like that, but you get the point. You don't have to like the bands that I like, but at least respect my opinion and don't insult me for liking the stuff that I do.

Another musically-related problem I have with people is when they absolutely will not give a genre of music a chance. For example, I have a friend who insults all hip hop music, and he's listened to maybe two hip hop songs in his life. Now, I'll admit that hip hop isn't the greatest musical genre ever devised by humans (clearly dance music is the best...or disco) but to be so opposed to all acts of a certain genre just because they fall into that genre is ludacris. (I spelled "ludicrous" wrong on purpose).

For example, I'm not the biggest country fan on the planet, but I like some country stuff. Like that really popular Lady Antebellum song. I don't even know what it's called, something about how it's a quarter after one...but the point is that I still listen to it, and I don't sit there and make fun of it just because it's country music.

So when you're discussing your favorite musical artists with your friends, please just try to remember that it's all based on opinions and nobody's wrong. Unless they like the Black Eyed Peas. I'm kidding, but not really.

And I'd like to extend my apologies to our ever-growing fan base for not writing as beautiful a blog post as my esteemed colleague did. I was actually going to write about how the Mets and Diamondbacks look like real baseball teams right now, but I decided to write on a semi-serious topic, to go with the theme that David started. Now it's time for bed though, because I need to get my rest! Nighty night.

Now playing -- Starlight by Muse

For you, From me.

Earlier tonight I had a normal IMB post almost ready to go that was everything you expected an IMB post to be. It had some new-ish music, an over-exaggerated summary of my weekend, and some stupid advice that would've left you questioning your sanity for sitting through the entire thing.

I'm just not in that kind of mood anymore.

I mean, I'm not in a bad mood at all. I'd say I'm actually doing well right now. Listening to live Dave (weird, I know), and chewing citrus gum. Somehow, it just feels perfect.

To be honest, I'm afraid to start writing, for two reasons: a) I have no idea what I want to say. I want to leave you with something that will leave you thinking. Something that you will either love or hate. And b) I can't take a late night right now, but I've already crossed my '10:30 late night threshold', so I guess this can happen.

I don't think many people read this anymore so I think it's okay to write this. The blog is just an outlet for me tonight so I apologize if this is uninteresting to you and I don't blame you for getting off this page as quickly as you can.

This isn't meant to hurt anyone.

I've put up with a lot more than I thought I could the past year. I can honestly say I've never been hurt so badly by so many people, and contrarily I've never felt so loved by so many others. I have so much hope in my future right now. Partly because I hate the present, but mostly because I've put all of myself into the future. I've gotten so much crap from a lot of people lately because I live too much for the future and not enough for the present. Well, here's my stance on things: I don't have anything right now. My life is currently on pause, just waiting for one more long month. I've shut down for now, and I'm quite okay with that. I can choose the people I want in my life and I've done so a lot recently.

I think me moving away for a year has really connected a lot of dots for me. It's shown me who really cares about me and who my friends really were. I'll admit, I thought I had a lot more real friends. I don't blame you for not being there for me, and quite frankly, I'm not too upset by it. I'm mostly glad you didn't bullshit me through a friendship that you didn't mean. Thanks for not doing that. If you feel your ears burning right now, if you're getting that feeling in your stomach, yeah, I'm talking to you. Thank you.

It's not that I hate everyone who let go of the friendship we had when I left. It just made me realize that I obviously didn't need you in my life. It's not like I don't want you there, you just weren't a necessity, and neither was I.

On a better note, I'm glad to know who actually cares about me. I doubt any of you read the blog, but Brent, Kait, Connor, Josh (okay, you might read the blog once in a while), Ali, Dad and Jake, thanks for being there. God knows where I'd be without all you guys. I mean it. I couldn't have made it this far without you.

I've made some good friends at Oak Hill and that's something I don't regret doing at all. Me leaving has nothing to do with you guys at all. You guys really know how to treat the new kid. I loved school there. I know I never got close with anyone. Yes, there was a point to that. I didn't want to get attached and have to leave again because that would've made everything harder. You're most likely not upset, and I hope you understand.

I don't think this really satisfies what I originally meant for this post to be, but it was a good release for me and that's what this is for, isn't it? If you made it this far, thanks for listening. Text me sometime. I'd like it a lot. I mean it. Or maybe even call me if you're up for it. That'd be awesome. Chances are I miss you anyway.

Now Playing: Mid-American - Fake Homes

Blog Post with a Vengeance

What up gangsta thugs?!?!?!?!! This is my first blog post in like 100,000,000 years, and things haven't really changed a whole lot. One thing that has changed significantly are my hopes and dreams for the Mets this season. At the beginning of the season, I figured that they would probably go 70-92 again, and I would be suicidal at season's end. However, they've actually shown that they can be a pretty good team; I'm not saying they're going to win the World Series, but maybe a Wild Card berth? One can only hope. Oh yeah, and they kicked the Braves' ass tonight. Suck that, David.

While I'm on the topic of baseball, I'm planning on running to Phoenix and kicking every Diamondbacks blowpen (I mean, bullpen) pitcher right in the crotch. Seriously, I just googled "bad bullpens MLB" and the third result was...drumroll...this. It just says Arizona Diamondbacks. This is my life right now, I guess. Hopefully they'll stop having to depend on Aaron Heilwoman and Bad Qualls (see what I did there? I changed Aaron Heilman to Heilwoman and Chad Qualls to Bad Qualls...I'm so hilarious).

But baseball could be a lot worse right now. I could be a Braves fan. HAHAHA LLLOOOLLL.

Another good thing about today: I actually went the whole day without singing or listening to Green Day. Honestly, that's the first time since their last album came out almost a year ago. I can't decide if that means I'm lame or they're really good, since they haven't gotten old to me since then. Maybe it's both.

A few quick thoughts before I go:

School zones, especially the ones in front of Carey Ridge Elementary and Westfield High School, are pointless.

Go Thunder, go Suns, and go Cavs, and the Lakers and Spurs can suck it.

I don't care about the NHL Playoffs, but go Avalanche and Penguins, and the Red Wings can go to hell. No particular reason for that, I just don't really like Detroit. Except that Detroit spawned this beautiful song. And the movie that it's in is really good too.

I've never heard of anybody that the Steelers drafted, but anybody named Maurkice Pouncey is welcome on my team. Maybe he can kick Big Ben's ass after he has anonymous sex in a bathroom again.

Oh, and the title of this particular entry deserves a little explanation. There's a movie called Die Hard with a Vengeance, which is a hilarious name. I say "I'm back...with a vengeance" quite a bit, because I find it funny. I combined the too, added my own personal flair to it, and got the title. I'm so weird, I know.

Well I have a stupid practice in the morning, so I should probably go to bed now. Good night one and all, especially Hayley Williams.

Now playing -- Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance

P.S. my "now playing" for the day is one of my favorite songs, and I've only heard it like three times. It's really, really good. Listen to it.

Cheese and Weezer.

So tonight, I've really been trying to balance my time between watching the Braves' game and listening to The Adventures of Bobby Ray. I gotta say, unfortunately, my night has been focused on B.o.B., but that's nothing to be ashamed of if you ask me. I just finished listening to it all the way through (that link is missing 2 tracks I haven't found yet: 5th Dimension and Yesterday), and I gotta say all the hype surrounding this album was for very good reason. Bobby Ray really delivers here and blew my expectations out of the water.

'The Kids' and 'Satellite' are my two favorites, but either 'Past my Shades' or 'Ghost in the Machine' is the best written. A little super-Cudi-esque, but that's something I can handle right now. Have yourself a listen to the entire(?) album. It won't let you down.



Speaking of Scott, we'll hopefully be seeing a new Cudi album sometime in August. At least that's the plan now. It's to be called Man On the Moon II: Mr. Rager. It was originally supposed to be called Cudder & the Revolution of Evolution to Man. The tracks are (mostly) completed and Chip tha Ripper is on at least two tracks I'm sure of.

But this isn't a hip-hop blog, remember?
Yes, I remember, which is why I'll give you this if you don't appreciate the ethnic side of things. It's a cool listen at first, but I doubt it'll get much play in my iTunes. It's a guilty pleasure right now and a cool treat for a couple minutes.

But this isn't a music blog, remember?
Yes, I remember. This is a blog about the lives of David Keller and Josh Wachtel. Negotiating the proverbial hurdles we face all the time like a regular Josh Barcus, suffering through teenage angst and the everyday struggles today's teenagers are faced with, fighting off our demons per diem, all while saving time to flourish as the state's most average athletes. Well, we've been negotiating and suffering and fighting and flourishing very well and through all that negotiation, suffering, fighting and flourishing, I've forgotten about the Braves' game. Damn. Down 2-0 in the 6th. That's what happens when you attempt to smack a ball graced by the seraphic fingers of Roy Halladay. Nothing. Nothing happens. Maybe next time.

In other news, my legs hurt really really badly and I'm extremely hungry for cheese. Welcome to a David Keller Wednesday night. Angels and Demons is pretty sweet so far, but I'm only 100 pages (1/7) of the way in. It'll be a winner. (Well obviously). ANYWAAAAYYY I've got a pretty girl and a baseball game to attend to so I must depart from you people. I'll leave you with this because I love you.

Now Playing: KiD CuDi - Man on the Moon: The End of the Day

-DK-

Spaghetti, Whelchie and B.o.B.

So I got 2 new leaked tracks from B.o.B.'s upcoming album, B.o.B. Presents: The Adventures of Bobby Ray, which is to be released on Tuesday the 27th. I have 5 tracks from this album and I'm already in love with it. I'll include my 2 favorite at the end of this post for you guys to enjoy, but I'm unfortunately gonna have to make you guys wait for more.

I'm writing this post while simultaneously cooking spaghetti, so I apologize if my thought seem somewhat random and jump around all over the place. We have a triangular meet tomorrow, which sucks, but it's okay because it's against Eastbrook, who I've really been looking forward to running against head-to-head. It should be a fun one. In other news, I took an ice bath an hour ago, and the 'little Kellers' (thanks, Brunner) have never been this small for this long. Maybe if Big Ben had my little problem he wouldn't be suspended next year. I'd give Roethlisberger my stones in a heartbeat if it meant making the playoffs this year. Hey, we can all wish.

I just walked in on my brother watching NASCAR, which is embarrassing enough, but then he tried to hide it like porn or something. The kid worries me sometimes.

I've been digging Asher Roth a lot lately, which is sort of disappointing in a way, but he's got some really catchy rhymes out there. Which takes me to my next point (sort of?): Oak Hill's general taste in music. I've realized I have a surprising amount of Oak Hill readers, which was unexpected. It's still awesome though, don't worry (Justin Whelchel, what up!). I mean Oak Hill's a cool place and the people here are awesome, but when the general favorite is Nickelback, Ke$ha (that's really hard to type), or Impending Doom, you know you've got a problem (SopHOMOre nation, we understand your infatuation with Lil Wayne. We all went through that phase. You'll get over it eventually). I'm really not trying to bash anyone on here (except sophomore nation), I'm just trying to offer a little help. So, for the next month or so, it'll be my goal to improve Oak Hill's listening habits. We can all start off by listening to this, this, this and this.

And no, this isn't a hip-hop blog (it's not even a music blog), there'll be more than hip-hop on here eventually. Don't worry. If you don't like hip-hop, just hold on a little longer.

Well, I've got to finish spaghetti and junk. I'll hopefully be on to post again later or add on to this post, but I won't promise anything. I love all of you people.

Now Playing: Green Day - Insomniac

-DK-

A Quickie

I'm going to find a way to get a giant poster of this on my wall. My God, I love her so much. And does anybody else find it funny that I can post two entries before David can post one? Josh Wachtel ftw. Follow me on twitter at @jweezyindahood, follow David at @DKellerrr, and follow this blog at @indymetroboys.

That is all.

Sunday Evening Takeover

Well, it's a Sunday evening, and I haven't finished my homework yet, which is really nothing new. I'd much rather write a blog than do some stupid powerpoint about me for Speech class. Honestly, I don't even think we Seniors should be required to go to school anymore. If you actually learn anything in these last five or so weeks, you're a loser.

In other news, I really really want to stay home from school on Thursday. Why? Green Day Takeover on Fuse. 19 straight hours of Green Day music videos, performances, and interviews. The very thought of it makes me quiver with excitement.

P.S., the new Robin Hood movie also makes me quiver with excitement. It basically just looks like Gladiator, and it has Russell Crowe in it. It can't get much better than that.

Oh yeah, and Jeff Francoeur has a golden arm. Seriously, I don't think Jesus could have a better arm. And that's not blasphemy; it's a fact.

P.S. A fire burns today, of blasphemy and genocide. The sirens of decay, will infiltrate the faith fanatics. I can honestly plug Green Day into anything.

Oh, look at that. The Diamondbacks' bullpen blew yet another win. What a surprise. I guess that's what you get when (you let your heart win...whoa ooh whoa-oh) your best pitchers are Aaron Heilman and Chad Qualls. Good lord.

I guess today can be considered successful though. I actually did a little work today before 9:00 at night, I went to DQ Grill & Chill (sadly not featuring John Burge anymore, but my cross-country coach was there), and Ben Roethlisberger didn't rape anybody today. So that's good.

And I've come to the conclusion that even though Ke$ha is really gross, I'd still make out with her. I'm gross too, I know, but I also know that David feels the same way.

I'd write more, but I really have to slap out a dookie. No, not the second greatest CD of all time. A turd.

HOLY BALLS! THE METS JUST SCORED 3 RUNS...AT ONCE! And it was before the 20th inning! I guess I'll go now. See ya!

Now playing -- Welcome to the Black Parade, My Chemical Romance.

Speaking of My Chemical Romance, are they still a band? Why haven't they released an album yet? Research, my chillens!

T.G.I.A.A.F. (Thank God I'm Alive After Friday)

I apologize (although I doubt anyone really cares) for not posting last night, but I had a meet from which I got home at 11, and went to dinner at IHOP after that until 2. Needless to say, I was way too exhausted to post. So sorry for that.

I've been listening to this mixtape for a while now, and I could never really decide whether I wanted to post it or not, but I decided I should just to get it out there. His name's Macklemore. He's really funny and pretty talented, which obviously makes a wonderful mixtape. The song 'America' made me literally laugh out loud, so I'd advise all of you to at least listen to that one. I have more stuff to give to you guys, but I think I'll wait til after the weekend (I probably won't post again until Monday, by the way. Sorry for that).

I learned a lot last night. I learned, first of all, that Marion is the last place a bunch of white kids want to be after 11 pm. Between getting stalked during our soccer game outside Culver's (damn you, Culver's, for closing at 11), dodging stray bullets from the traffic stop across the street when we were inside IHOP, and attracting pedo-esque looks from the table of 60-somethings across the restaurant from us, I'm sure all seven of us feared for our lives at one point or another that night.

Okay, none of those things really happened, but this blog is mine so what I say goes. We did play soccer outside of Culver's for about a half hour after it closed, and my good friend Cody Reaves did blast a soccer ball over the bypass, but beyond that, nothing life-threatening occurred. Except when the same Cody Reaves decided to ghost a black man and his hoe driving this, prompting them to stop in the Culver's parking lot for a couple minutes, which gave us quite a fright. We all went on with our night without further confrontation.

Now onto dodging the bullets from across the street. I wasn't fully convinced that that wasn't going to be the abrupt end to a fairly safe and danger-free night. The only reason I was worried was because there was a traffic stop in the parking lot of the gas station across from the IHOP we were eating at (Thanks, Gus for the 20% off, we needed it). This particular traffic stop required 3 different police cars, one of which being a K-9 unit from Marion. I couldn't stop looking back to see what was going on (mostly because I was truly scared for my life). I was at ease with the situation though, because if the bullets from across the street didn't tear through my body and pillage my insides, I knew this 12-ounce country-fried steak would. I'm still alive, but after a weekend with my dad (which means eating out at least 6 times a day), don't expect me to post anytime soon. *Disclaimer: Dad, if you read the blog, which I don't think you do, I love going out to eat and I love our weekends together. I wasn't dissing you, I was dissing our eating habits. Let's hit up Culver's later?*

Now, the table of seniors near us in the restaurant weren't nearly as creepy as I made them out to be, but they were creepy enough for going out to IHOP at 1 in the morning. Seriously though, what what are 60-year-olds supposed to be doing after 7 pm anyway? Exatcly. Playing Scrabble and drinking hot tea. It was beyond me as to why or how this certain group escaped the generally accepted Friday night routine to scare the balls our of a restaurant-full of breakfast lovers.

Highlight of the night? Probably seeing Nick Walker down a gallon of water throughout the night. That, or seeing him down the second half of my country-fried steak in 8 seconds. Seriously though, what a man.

This may be my last post of the weekend, but I'll try to get one down tonight or possibly tomorrow. We'll see. Also, for those of you that follow us on Twitter, RT us sometime to get the interest-ball rolling. We'll love you forever.

Now Playing: KiD CuDi - Dat Kid From Cleveland

-DK-

It's Always Vomity in Philadelphia

I hate the Phillies. I hate Philadelphia. Here is partially why: http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=5098407

I realize that the name of this post suggests that the whole thing will be about that dude making himself throw up on an eleven year old, but it won't. There are no words to describe it. So, I'm just going to talk about other things that piss me off.

I hate the Mets, because they lose all the time. I hate the Pacers, because they always are awful when it counts, and at the end of the season, they get really hot, guaranteeing two things: (1) they still don't make the playoffs (2) they have a terrible draft pick. They always find themselves in the same predicament, which is the worst position to be in: one of the best teams to not make the playoffs. Maybe if they fired Jim O'Brien, they'd be better off.

Okay, I don't really hate those two teams. It's more like a love/hate relationship. Mostly hate, though.

I hate it when two of the most important (ex) players on my favorite football team rape people and get high constantly. I say "ex" because of Santonio Holmes. I think you know the rape story, especially if you read David's earlier blog.

The ironic thing is that the team that I root for that I respect the most is the IU basketball team. Even though they're really bad, they're showing signs of improvement and they're doing it the right way, and God knows that it's hard to not cheat/be a terrible person and be the head IU mens basketball coach.

I hate most Purdue fans. Here's why: many of the Purdue fans that I know spend all their time and energy insulting IU and not rooting for Purdue. For example, the young man (who will remain nameless) who, after Purdue defeated Texas A&M in a thrilling overtime game, updated his facebook status to something derogatory towards IU. VERY uncalled for.

Also, I hate Nickelback, Creed, the Black Eyed Peas, Justin Bieber, the Jonas Brothers, and Voldemort--I mean, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Remember, the name's taboo, so don't say it!

I like puppies though, Especially these puppies.

I wish I could stop being negative, but school sucks so hard that I find it hard to be positive at all--unless, of course, puppies are involved. But anyway, that's about it for now.

Now playing -- Wolves at Night by Manchester Orchestra

Writer's block is a dirty, dirty tramp

Even though I have absolutely nothing to talk about tonight, I'm going to blog anyway. In other news, I really dig using the word "blog" as a verb. Also, I really like saying that I dig things. It's just so rewarding.

I'm watching this movie called The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. It's pretty good, and I've learned a few things from it. Number one being that Casey Affleck is a much better actor than Ben Affleck. And yet, it's Ben that keeps getting in big movies. Funny how that works out. Because women find one of them more attractive, he's the one who is more well-known, even though the other is a significantly better actor.

Another thing I've learned--well, not really learned, this movie just reinforced my previous belief--is that Brad Pitt is actually a really good actor. People always talk about him as if he's just a stuck-up pretty-boy who can't act his way out of a paper bag. However, if you take a gander at his cinematic career, you'll see that he's been in a bunch of awesome movies. For example: Fight Club, Ocean's Eleven, the movie that I'm currently watching, and apparently Babel and 12 Monkeys are both good movies. I guess Troy and Mr. & Mrs. Smith kinda hurt him though.

I feel the same way about Matt Damon.

The End.

P.S. I only did this because I literally could not think of anything else to write about, and since we apparently got over 200 hits these past couple days, some people are actually reading this, so I feel like I'd be letting you all down. Maybe we're just getting that number because I keep refreshing our page, to make us look good, but I doubt it. (I'm not really doing that).

Oh yeah, and for all you Twitter-ers out there, we now have a twitter. Follow us at @IndyMetroBoys. If you don't know what that means, make yourself a twitter and you'll know what I'm talking about.

Also, follow me at @jweezyindahood and David at @DKellerrr. Come on, everybody's doing it!

Aaaaaaaand the Diamondbacks are winning as of right now! WHOOOO!

And I'm really excited for IU basketball next season. Maurice Creek ftw!

That's it for now.

I'm going to steal one of David's ideas to close out this entry.

Now playing -- Homecoming, Kanye West feat. Chris Martin

New music, no school.

First of all, I'd just like to share something with everyone who loves(?) us enough to force themselves to read this god-forsaken blog. This is something I thought I'd send to J-Weezy before I posted it, but decided that JWDK Nation (don't think that works) should be treated to it first. So I will post it on here for all of you people to see. I'm hoping that any one of you who follows the NFL (or any sports in general) will appreciate this, because it really gave my day some sunshine. So, without further adieu, here we go.

Funny, right? Probably not, but it gave me a chuckle.

Moving on, I love new music. I love free music. I love mashups. I love you. Put allll of those together, and I have an excuse to share this with you. And this.

I want to slow down on all this music-giving-out, but I love you for reading this, so here's another one for you. I'm almost against posting it because I cannot stand Ke$ha or Owl City, but this mashup just works. I understand that these two people may be ruining music (and America, for that matter) for everyone, but I'm glad to see that someone that can actually use their songs for good (whether it's the original artist or not doesn't matter to me).

I want you guys to understand that this isn't solely a music blog like it seems, but Joshua and I do love music and we've been getting into hip-hop a lot more lately, so hopefully you're ready for that. Aside from hip hop, we both share an undying love for Paramore, so this is another gift to you from me ( if you're into that stuff (; ).

Enough about music now. I don't have school tomorrow, so I'm trying to figure out a way to spend my Thursday night in good ole' Grant County, Indiana. Today may be the day for the Double Down to rape my intestines, but hopefully (for my own good) I make the decision to keep my intestinal virginity to myself. Maybe I'll spend my night writing you people some stories about my boring life. Maybe I'll spend the night with a mountain of cocaine (no mom, not really), 6 strippers, a chicken limo and 5 of my closest friends. Probably not though, because I have a meet tomorrow.

I'm still trying to make up a sweet tagline to close all of my posts. I wast thinking maybe you guys could help me? You have to pull through for me here, guys.

Now Playing: Chiddy Bang - The Swelly Express

-DK-

Sleeeeeeeeeeep

I started this particular blog entry with the complete intent to write something inspirational, and something that you would remember for the rest of your lives. I wanted it to be something that you would tell your grandchildren about, and that they would tell their grandchildren about.

But, I just came back from a dual track meet at Kokomo, or Joke-amo, as I've hilariously started calling it. P.S., do they know that "cats" is spelled with a "C"? It seems like they think it starts with a "K." Weird.

But anyway, I'm really, really tired, so I'm not really going to say anything valuable. I'm just going to post links to some awesome songs that I really like a lot, so our faithful following gets to know me a little better.

Here we go!

In my opinion, the best song of the last 10 years. I know most of you will say "Oh, they're old and whiny, and they suck!" Well, you know something? YOU SUCK.

While I'm on this band, which will remain a mystery until you click on these links, let me post some other awesome songs by them. This, this, and this. Boy oh boy.

That's enough about Mystery Band for now. But if you know me, you'll know that I talk about Mystery Band soooooooo much. Like, all the time.

Uh, let's see. Paramore, Kid Cudi (like I mentioned before), and Kanye West. And don't tell me I'm gay for listening to Paramore. Seriously.

I'd do this more, but like I said before, I'm really, really tired. And I have a dick-load of homework to do. Oh yeah, homework can go intercourse itself. START USING INTERCOURSE AS A VERB!

Good night now.

New Wale Track

Just a little treat for you guys who cared enough to check out the blog.. You deserve it. Josh and I love you. Now Czech this
out.

We'll try and get a new post or two up tonight. We'll let you guys know what's upppp.

Now playing: Wale - I'm Ill

-DK-

My Tuesday.

Don't you just hate when you go out to eat somewhere, spend a dick-ton of money ($6.18 in my case), and come home to find a brand-new sheet of coupons for the restaurant you just-so-happened to eat at? Yeah. That blows. It also happened to me. Aaaaaand it pissed me off. So to cap off my night, I will proceed to make you people a list of the things that pissed me off today.

1. We're watching a movie called Red Dawn in my history class this week. I'm not sure why, but I think it has something to do with the fact that my history teacher forgot he was a teacher. Maybe he was just having Patrick Swayze withdrawals. Maybe he just doesn't get enough Charlie Sheen on Monday nights. Those are the only explanations I can think of. The reason this pisses me off, for those of you who haven't had the privilege of feasting your eyes and ears on this particular film (so everyone who's not in Mr. Durkes' history class this semester), is that the movie depicts The Soviet Union and Cuban soldiers invading the U.S. in Calumet, Colorado. As the invasion commences, a group of high school students hid in the mountains, defending their homeland from the enemy using Guerrilla tactics, while sadly, only two of them die (so far). Historically accurate? No. Appropriate for an 11th grade U.S. history class? No. You all can hopefully understand my being upset.

2. Dual track meets. Honestly, I think these are some of the most pointless things ever invented. Well, not more pointless than this, this, or this, but you get my idea. I get that dual meets are sometimes the only chances to let the younger kids on the team to run, and I know they're really good practice for everyone on the team, but when you're racing teams like Manchester and Frankton, they get a little old.

3. Living in Sweetser, Indiana. That will get old very quickly for anyone involved in the situation. Never heard of Sweetser? It's okay, I hadn't either a year ago. But I'll lay it all out for you. If you like gas stations, tractors or Garfield, this is the place for you. If you're part of the other 99.9% of the Hoosier population, please steer clear of this place, and all of Grant County for that matter. Believe me, it's for your own good. Unless, of course, you're coming to see Terone Johnson or Courtney Moses ball it up on Sunday. If you are, I'll see you there.

4. This.

5. The fact that it's 11:17 right now and I'm not dreaming about Patrick Sebanc (which, creepily has happened twice recently). Kind of weird, I know. And dude I understand if you don't want to be friends anymore after that. I get it.

I feel like I should point out the positives in my life also, to kind of even out the balance and let you people know that I don't hate my life as much as you think I do. Here we go: Brand New, the lady in my life, party pizzas, KFC's Double Down, Kyle Duvall, not having a meet tomorrow, Billy Madison, and the anticipation of the exact moment my head makes contact with my pillow. I also love writing for all (2) of you people who read the blog. Remember, we're always open to any suggestions, questions, or anything else you want to say to us.

All that said, I love you people and goodnight for now. I'll hopefully write soon again.

Now Playing: Brand New - Deja Entendu

-DK-

Hip hop is saved, but music is doomed. Or something like that.

I've recently started listening to hip hop a lot, mostly thanks to my friends and comrades who presented Kid Cudi to me. My friend Connor Martin let me listen to the song "Soundtrack 2 My Life" at the indoor track state finals this year, and I fell in love immediately. Then I started listening to Kanye West again (what a boss!), B.o.B. and so forth.

Speaking of B.o.B., I haven't really listened to a lot of his stuff before--in fact, I had never even heard of him until recently. But then I was informed that he was doing a song with Hayley Williams (who I love) so I decided to take a listen. Listen to the song, Airplanes, here. I really dig it.

Also, listening to that song helps me drown out American Idol, which my mother is watching right now. This guy sucks. The only reason he's still on is because slutty girls think he's hot. However, this guy, Lee DeWyze, I really like. Don't call me gay (not that there's anything wrong with that), but I think I would actually consider buying a record by him.

That's enough about American STUPID! That's my new name for American Idol.

By the way, you know who I'm really, really tired of? Him. I guess it could be worse though. At least the Bieber Brothers isn't a band yet. I'm not sure if the correct grammar is "aren't a band yet?" or "isn't a band yet." Help?

I guess I should have paid attention in English 11.

I'm going to go back in time now to when I was talking about hip hop. Hip hop is waaaaaaaaay better than rap, specifically Lil Wayne. What a joke. Kid Cudi and B.o.B. actually rap (hip hop?) about things that matter, and their lyrics aren't all about bangin' hoes and getting high as a kite.

I mean, those are the only two important things in the world, but still.

I guess my point is that, with the exception of Green Day, I hate popular music. I just can't figure out how this band is popular, and how Lil Wayne is popular, and how Ke$ha is popular. Seriously, anybody with a $ in their name should be placed in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, surrounded by very, very hungry sharks.

Oh well. Hopefully this will all change by morning.

It's time for me to go now. I have to go practice my Christian Bale-Batman voice for my school's musical version of The Dark Knight. It's gonna be spectacular!

(There is no musical version of The Dark Knight. Although that would be pretty sweet).

Oh yeah, and I fully understand that I still suck at this, but you have to give it time. Insulting me is like insulting Tom Crean, or Barack Obama. That being, insulting somebody who's just getting started.

Okay, that's it for now. Hopefully I can come up with something valid to write about pretty soon. And for all you faithful followers out there, a Twitter account for the Indy Metro Boys is possibly in the works, I just need to discuss with the second hottest guy on the planet first, a.k.a. my partner in crime, a.k.a. the other member of this blog.

In case you were wondering, I'm the hottest guy on the planet. Sorry David!

Number One.

Well, this is my first post on this brand-spankin'-new blog my friend Joshua and I have here. I must admit that I'm in a pretty uncomfortable situation right now because Josh and I didn't really talk about this before it happened. It kinda just happened, kinda like me. There are two people that Josh and I would seriously like to shout-out (Is that a verb? It is now.): Kent Garrett for giving us the idea of starting a blog in the first place, and Mark Titus for inspiring him. For those of you that don't know, Kent had a spectacular blog that talked all about being a small school in a large-school-dominated sport, but sadly, he had to set aside more time to creep on his schoolmates' spring break photo albums, which somehow dictates deleting the best blog in the world. Well, the second-best blog in the world, behind Titus' Club Trillion, which showed the true beauty of NCAA athletics and gave everyone a behind-the-scenes look at Big Ten sports, Ohio State basketball specifically.

So, back to what I was saying, which really was nothing. I'm really not write sure what we'll discuss on this blog, but I'm sure you'll hear me whining about the Braves and the Pacers, as well as both IU basketball and football. We'll be sure to have some guest writers on here too that you may actually be a little bit interested in. We'll do our best. We really don't know what we're doing, so if you have something to say you can comment on the blog, follow me on Twitter or add me on Facebook, which I'm assuming you already do or else you wouldn't know about this blog. I'm sure Josh invites you to do the same.

Well, it's time to give Josh a shot. I think I may go try and get my hands on a Double Down. If I don't write for a couple days, call a cardiologist because I may have gone coronary by then. Wish me luck.

Now Playing: B.o.B. - B.o.B. Presents The Features

-DK-

Oh boy oh boy

Before I say anything, I would like to admit to our loyal readers out there (irony) that I am, in fact, watching Dancing with the Stars right now. Before you judge me, I'm only watching because I find Erin Andrews to be quite beautiful (and no, I'm not one of her many, many stalkers), and because I find Chad Johnson/Ochocinco (I'll never call him Chad Ochocinco outright, aside from this moment).

If you can't tell, I really like parentheses. And I had to use spell-check to find out how to spell parentheses.

Anyway, welcome to our new blog, featuring the dynamic duo of David Keller and Josh Wachtel! I'm Josh, and I'm the really good-looking guy on the left of our little profile picture. Our blog is called "Indy Metro Boys." This sounds like a stupid name, but the anecdote that precedes it is quite comical. My esteemed co-counsel and I were sitting in Newspaper class, shortly after its demise began, and we were reading a story about some boys from the Indianapolis-Metro area that got into some shenanigans. The headline involved the phrase "Indy Metro Boys" and DKellerrr (David) pointed out that that would be a good name for a rap duo.

While the rap duo project has been shelved for a later date, I found this quite comical, as did the rest of the members of our Newspaper staff. Well, not Mrs. Davis, but that's because she's our teacher and we weren't working. Like always.

We were on facebook chat earlier today, trying to come up with some hilarious name for our new blog, and we couldn't think of anything. I suggested Hoosier Hysteria and some others, but none of them were even remotely...good. But then I remembered our rap duo, and I started laughing about this on the chat, and David decided it was good.

So, here we are.

By the way, I hate Kate Gosselin. She can't dance, and she's a meanie-head.

I would also like to reiterate our appreciation for the noble minds of Kent Garrett (aka KG Nation) and Mark Titus (aka Club Trillion). Honestly, without these two guys, we probably wouldn't ever have started this blog. Although we do have some great ideas that we will definitely share in the future. I'll probably complain about IU athletics, Ben Roethlisberger's undyingly powerful libido, and the Mets and Diamondbacks, who will, without a doubt, suck this year.

Well, I guess this is okay for now. Not the greatest first post in the world, but I'm sure I'll learn. At least it wasn't as bad as that hack partner I've been forced to work with. But seriously, don't judge us based on these two posts, because WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED.