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The other afternoon I scrambled to the KLC studio after class, punched in the door code wicked fast, and fell face first on the studio's dilapidated forest green couch. It had been a super long day. I was bone tired, and desperately need to stop, drop, and no I wasn't on fire...just needed to sleep. Thereafter, I decided to browse the CAVE (our gigantic Music Library) while I waited for my time slot to come up for my show (Dear Audio Abby every Thurs 12-2pm). This was a bad idea. With what started out as pulling two maybe three cds for listening rapidly grew into a small mountain of albums piled high in the corner for burning (for FREE!). Once I gathered the music I was going to play for that day's show, I sat reading all the profound hieroglyphics scrawled across the cave walls. One such statement reads, "this is a fucking profound statement ." I went on to play some tunes, answer some questions from an impromptu interview with a passing by Templeton friend, rant about bureaucratic 21+ venues, and answer some advice letters MUSICALLY. After my show was over and it was time to go back into the "world outside KLC," I realized that I was rested, rejuvenated, revitalized, and most importantly, sane again. KLC, my Prozac! What a wonderful place to be a part of.

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-monique halgat

Hey Pretentious Indie Kids of LC!

Here is some bad humor at your expense:

What's the Difference between a puppy and an indie kid?
Eventually, the puppy stops whining.

How many indie kids does it take to change a light bulb?
Oh it's some obscure number; you've probably never heard of it.

How many indie kids does it take to change a light bulb?
2; one to change the light bulb and one to write a crappy song about it.

So an indie girl walks into a bar...
Then she immediately returns home to write in her livejournal about it and post the random ass things she took pictures of along the way onto her facebook.

How can you tell when an indie kid is hitting on you?
He doesn't ask for your number. Instead he asks you for a cigarette and if you like Postwar American Fiction.

Disclaimer: It's good to poke fun at ourselves every once in a while, so if you are actually offended, you can just go suck on your cigarettes and write a really confusing poem about how much I suck that doesn't make any sense to anybody!

Be3p bo0p b0P
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