Essentially: A Whiny, Bitch Song

It's concerning when you finally reach the point where there are things you can't even talk about on your blog. I seem to have dipped my fingers in everyone's business. So many secrets. So many lies. It makes for an interesting day-to-day. But it also leads to a very self-dependent way of being. Which according to my parents is unhealthy, but I seem to be coping just fine. They're always trying to get me to talk about something in particular, but I never say anything because there is something substantially more important that I would like to talk about, but cannot because it's illegal, or makes me a bad friend or a bad person, or whatever. The worst part about it is, is that people come along who you want to tell everything, but you can't because they are the thing I'm not supposed to be talking about. Fuck. Snow days are awful. They give me too much time by myself. The worst thing is, is that even if I wanted to hire a person to listen to me talk, I would only want the person to be someone I grasp some kind of emotional relationship with thereby making them yet another thing I can't talk about. And, now, I seem like a perfect example of people I don't like. I'm going to talk about things people don't like talking about now!!

I don't believe in god, heaven, hell. I don't believe in doing unto others as I would do unto myself. There are way too many assholes for that to even be kind of a good idea. I used to believe in karma. I don't believe in karma anymore because good people die of disease and assholes innocently kill, etc. People don't get what they deserve, they get what they get. But that's not to say that you can't do something about it. If people aren't getting what they deserve, do something about it.

So back to this secrets and lies thing: If you are almost anyone I've hung out with in the past 3 months, I have something to tell you, but I'm not going to.

Both of my parents and their guests were drunk when I got home from thespian conference. The garage smelled, no, scratch that, reeked of marijuana. Sounds lovely, no? No. It was not lovely and quite frankly I was pissed. And I am even more irritated because I never like when people try to rebuild my self-esteem by giving me constant complements, etc. So I especially didn't like being rebuilt by three drunk people. That's all I have to say.

"...Sex..."?

In my AP Psych class I have been constantly interested in almost everything that is being said and taught. This is the first time that I have actually taken the time to read the textbook rather than just looking for important vocabulary. The only problem is, is that questions are constantly being poured into my train of thought that I want answered. Some of them are recurring questions and others are ones that arise from an interesting topic. Keep in mind that I find everything I hear in that class interesting, so, that's a lot of questions. The question recently on my mind, which is what I want to talk about here, is, how did not speaking our minds come about?

Granted, this is a very simple question with a very simple answer. People get offended, so people don't say whatever they want. Answered. I wish I didn't care so much about what other people thought of me. I can't even tell people I really don't like to just shut their whore mouths because no one wants to hear anything they will ever have to say, ever. My (oh so witty) insults are lessened to mere mumbling under my breath. I can't even say my complements out loud. I mean what girl wouldn't want to hear me say, while I'm walking behind them, "I would really like to date and get to know you"*. Though considering my current condition I would, in actuality, really like to date and get to know you, but the true meaning of that sentence also stands.

Complete and total honesty for one whole day would be the ultimate challenge. Just think of the things you would ask your closest friends. There would be a lot of outwardly pissed off inwardly happy as shit girls, if ya know what I mean... Some of the questions that come to mind are "
What do you really think of me" and "Would you want have sex with me?" Because, I mean, who wouldn't want to know which of their friends would or wouldn't want have sex with you. Sure ignorance is bliss for a reason, but I think I would rather have my curiosity satisfied.

*That whole sentence is a euphemism for something very obviously sexual.

Bangs Glorious Bangs

So as I was rereading my favorite things that white people like when I remember my absolute favorite. WARNING: This is going to be about girls. But, not in a I'm unnecessarily emotionally unstable kind of way. More in a "Hey girls, do this, and I will find you attractive." Which I know you are going to do immediately, for I am the highest on your list of hot guys to be noticed by. Don't worry, I know where I stand on that list. But girls seem to find extreme joy from being told what guy think of chicks. So, you're welcome.

My favorite thing that white people like is number 104: Girls with Bangs. The way they described it was from a more societal position, not from a 'person who finds this the most attractive thing' perspective. That's right, I said it. The MOST attractive thing (to me) is a girl with nice bangs or a perfect haircut for their head and self. I'm putting the answer to the ever popular male question of are you an ass or boobs man below this. Girls, get it figured out. I don't care that you are 17. It's like House said, "Where would junior high be without our ability to judge people on aesthetics?" What do you think I'm doing when I you chicks in the hall? Noticing your hair and clothes and your demeanor. I'm not thinking about what I'm going to say. "Am I going to say hi? hey? hello? sup holmes?" no. "Holy shit. Look at her bangs. OH my god. Those are the hottest bangs I have ever fucking seen," and that's before I even look at your face.

This even applies to those girls most guys find really hot or maybe just really easy. Sure they may have a really nice body and face but they are still rolling with the letting it flow separated from the middle down to the sides approach. I have a person in mind and every time I see them I instantly think that they would be much more appealing if they got bangs.

Now, when I said nice bangs earlier I was obviously referring to my even further preference. That being which bangs that you have. whether it be the near-full bangs, the full bangs, the side bangs (I don't know who that is), or finally the cheap, kinda disheveled, gangling bangs. I like all of those minus the cheap ones. Because they're cheap and not appealing. I mean, just look at that picture!

Oh and here's a picture that while search I just couldn't leave out of this post. I love Rashida Jones. If she didn't have such amazing bangs, I might not love her so much....

2 Page Autobiography

I wrote this as an autobiography for my AP Psych at the beginning of the school year.

The only information that need be explained and that is of any entertainment (considering I am not the parent in this situation so I can’t go on and on about my child’s mannerisms and hilarious way of acting) would start around the age I started showing my true colors. Preschool into Kindergarten was when the fun started. I wasn’t very shy. I was pretty outgoing and excited. I liked to make funny faces, make people laugh and be in love with my babysitter. Keep in mind I was in the early stages of life so I had no idea what I was doing. I was simply doing it. Progress for the sake of progress is what I think is what makes a lot of kids so weird. They do one thing odd and then keep doing that thing, follow along that odd path, then inevitable odd life. Anyway, in preschool I remember learning French and Ring Around the Rosie. I also remember when freshman year rolled around I wished they had continued that after my two years of preschool. Elementary school was no big deal for me because that’s when I started growing more reserved and keeping to myself. Only to some extent though, being that I was 8 and referred to the Pacific Ocean and the specific ocean.

Towards the end of elementary school at Jackson I started making more stick-around friends. This was helpful going into 6th grade because I wasn’t one of the more popular 11 year olds. Speeding right along into central middle school was when in my mind I started to become who I am or at least who I consider myself today. I never went to school dances, which I still don’t. I hung out with Spencer and Alex, which I still do. I was one of the acting people, I still am.
Middle school is over. I didn’t dislike it as much as everyone else did. I ask people now I they tell me about how it was such a difficult time for them. I didn’t share that. I maybe didn’t have the best time, or the most fun, but I didn’t not like it. I guess I just don’t register what could have been a hard time in my life as being so. I’ve had barely any negative experiences. When I usually describe something bad that happens to me, it wasn’t even bad so much as it was inconvenient. When I am asked to tell a teacher something bad that happened to me, I have nothing to say, because this is life.

With middle school being over my dad made a decision to move us to New Zealand. His whole side of the family lives there including my 34-year-old half-brother. My other whole brother, by the way, lives in Des Moines and is 24. On that note the ages in my family go as follows: 54, 54, 34, 24, and 17. I have no problems with this in that they are numbers and obviously have no correlation to the circumstances of my life. I lived in New Zealand for 2 years and it was an excellent exposure to a place I didn’t know anything about. Regardless of how I didn’t really have any friends, no joke, I think it really changed my desires of places to live and lifestyle. Over the summer, for example I went to Great Britain, during which, I stayed in London for 2 nights. The idea of no one knowing who I was and being able to live my life trying to get by through life using amazingly crowded streets and the underground is extremely appealing.
In the present day I have no problems. I take life seriously, but, not as to put unrealistic expectations upon myself potentially leading to suicidal depression, which, by the way, makes absolutely no sense to me. I understand the reasoning but in my different mind I can’t comprehend killing myself as a suitable remedy. I am happy. I am reserved. I listen to music that may not seem to fit my personality or how I describe myself, but I listen to, mainly, Electronic, Folk and Noise/post rock. My top 3 bands, excluding the goes without saying greatest, The Beatles, are Daft Punk, Ratatat and Explosions in the Sky. I can burn you a CD.

Apart from the scattered mindedness of this paper, I conclude- myself in a word: Content

Paper Maps? Where We're Going We Don't Need Paper Maps

For all of you tourists, who hate tourists. Now you can be one secretly

http://www.flylyf.com/maptor-because-the-future-dont-need-no-stinkin-maps/

This Needs To Be Said

So I think it's pretty common knowledge by now that I smoke weed and drink from time to time. Oddly enough the group of friends I seem to affiliate myself with is almost wholly against it. Two of them have done it once and really enjoyed it but tell me whenever I bring it up that they will only do it again under certain circumstances. The others on the other hand for whatever issue have some problem with it. Usually it's daddy related or some religious nonsense. I don't really care. Don't do it if you don't want to. But don't dislike me because I do. That's not to say that you can't dislike me. You might even pretend that you like me and actually really dislike me. But, don't dislike me just because I do something that doesn't affect you at all. Or do. There's nothing I can really do about it.

So, how 'bout them drugs, eh? That's what I came here today to talk about. I have only told 2 people this excluding the two people I did it with. I recently did mushrooms. Let me tell you: It was fucking awesome. So here's what went down. I was playing Sims 3 with a couple of my friends when I get a txt from my brother asking if I wanted some umbrellas. It was Sunday night of the 3 day weekend we recently had so I was a little unsure since I would have to do homework when I got back on Monday night. Though when a chance comes up whether to do well in school on Tuesday or get fucked up on mushrooms comes up, the only thing to say is hell yeah (to the mushrooms)! So I got there at noonish and by around one after waiting for the other person to wake up we smoked a bowl and then ate 'em up. They played darts for what seemed like a long time after explaining to me how to keep score which was extremely difficult to learn. By the end of the game we were almost good and ready so after a period in which we did something that I do not remember we went to a cemetery. We walked around for a while on a road through it until we found an empty gravestone deprived spot of grass to sit and eventually lie down on. I thoroughly examined a seemly long blade of grass.
After staring at the grass I laid perfectly flat on the ground looking directly to the left with grass practically surrounding my head. I saw three particularly amazing things for humorous and pure beauty type reasons. The first thing: you know those floaters in your eye fluid? Yeah, well, I got one of those except not in the shape of a not-shape, rather in the shape of Tweety Bird holding an umbrella. It looked of the shape exact texture and demeanor (probably the wrong word...) of the regular floaters, though. Just Tweety Bird with an umbrella. The second thing was extremely surreal and completely sublime. It may seem lame to you but nevertheless it was when I was staring to the left when laying down. I did that thing where you look at one thing closer to your line of vision where the things behind it in the background become blurry. I did this with a different piece of grass that was still in the ground which was prominently longer than the rest. I focused in on it for a while and watched it carefully as the colors around it in the grass and trees and sky because unusually crisp and distinct. After staring at the grass I decided it was time to look beyond it when I could observe the colors in their whole. I then looked directly beyond the grass where I saw two trees a great distance away, beneath which I could see very small gravestones and in the trees' branches created a sort of hole through which only light came through. It was so ridiculously beautiful. The third thing was when we were leaving the cemetery. We saw this wood carving which looked instantly to me and Brian as a native American Indian. Shane stood in multiple different locations away from it before noticing what we were seeing.
Then, we went home, smoked a bowl, listened to some Animal Collective and Dan Deacon's Spiderman of the Rings. Animal Collective's album cover, Merriweather Post Pavilion, by the way, looked absolutely nothing like what it does to the lucid eye. After we were midway into Wham City we decided to go back outside for a relaxing sit down to stare at the sky. It was very fear and loathing in that looking to Shane and Brian in their spots, you could practically see the heat surrounding the area. It was like a movie with the discoloration of everything to make it look hot, is what I'm getting at. In my seat I was staring through the trees at the sky. I could have looked just over to the right because there was clear sky. When I looked through the trees though the spaces in the branches where there was sky turned into angry faces and started a wavy pulsation as if the faces were lunging at me. When I finally really wanted to just look at the sky the angry branches stopped and let me look at the sky change color.
After a while of the that we went back inside and decided that if I wanted to get home. Oh. I forgot to tell you. My dad had called my three times at this point and left a message. On our way back home from the cemetery I listened to it which was hilarious because thinking back it seemed like it was a 5 minute message when it was probably only about a minute. They kept commenting on how long it was going for. When it finished they asked me what was going on and I just said how my dad wanted me home and that he was making spaghetti. I told that to them and they said what else did he say and I said that I forgot already and that I was kinda upset that I didn't get to have spag because I was so damn hungry. Another funny part about that was when I was telling them all of that we were waiting at a cross walk for what felt like 15 minutes while laughing hysterically because all of us kept commenting on how it was like longest light in the world.
Anyway, back to me going home. I was still very clearly fucked up but aware enough that I could drive. For those of you who have done drugs or know common knowledge about the effects of drugs, never, under any circumstances drive. It's a horrible idea. The only thing I regret about that day. I have never focused so hard on something like that in a very long time. My brother called me at one point to try to help me out with my homework that I was going to have to do by reading something to me but I had to tell him that if I did that and listened to him I would likely hit someone and die. The one thing in my mind that I have to thank for this is God. HA. Just kidding. No, but really, I thank my survival on my insanely good luck in potentially detrimental situations.
I got home and by now the effects were wearing off but it was very clear that I was still buzzing. I decided to do no homework. I woke up the following morning, after what I'm sure was a very interesting dream had I remembered it, to a school day. I had the same trouble driving to school that morning that I had had driving home from Des Moines. When I got to school I decided to do some homework which I could not focus on at all so I was forced to flag it. I sat there looking around sure that everyone else knew that something was up. I was getting irritated because as much absolute fun as it had been, I needed it to end. I talked to Spencer in the hallway after zero hour and during his asking me how it was and what was up because I must have looked mad I told him that I was still buzzed. Luckily by 4th hour it was completely over.
Two pieces of advice I can give from this situation to make it better for you. 1) Don't do it if you have obligations that you need to tend to when you think its going to be over. 2) Don't underestimate the length of a mushroom trip and once again 3) Please, do not, under any circumstances, drive.

I really truly hope you enjoyed reading this because I thoroughly enjoyed the experience and I enjoyed telling it, though significantly less than the actual experience itself.

No Thanks

You know what really pisses me right the fuck off? I'll tell you. Being forced to say thank you for things I didn't ask for. Specifically for things I don't want. Especially when I'm forced to enjoy it after being yelled at for being lazy.

Hey I have a fucked up hip and it hurts to walk around. Let's try to recreate our manifested idea of how others should view me in a way that requires me to be continually moving putting myself in more pain. Then(!), lets start doing some of this stupid shit and then blame our lazy 17 year old for not volunteering his time after school where he wants to listen to music that I don't like instead of helping me to do something totally pointless that nobody else cares about, not even my husband, just to give myself the illusion of someone actually giving a flying fuck instead of waiting until I have hip surgery to do all of this stupid shit and having unrealistic expectations for my 17 year old because I know and he has told me that he thinks it's pointless. This child of mine "need[s] an attitude adjustment." I, on the other hand, think completely clear, sensibly and logically.

People: My Least Favorite and Favorite Thing

Saying I don't like all people is unfair. Some people are tolerable. Other people I simply can't stand. One thing specifically that gets on my nerves is flamboyancy in females. Unless its a chick in a band or if they are just straight-up-fucking-awesome, like Karen O. I need to come up with a successful method of making them calm their shit down.

The real problem I seem to have is with my own friends, though. I find flaws in people which is extremely easy when I am with certain people a lot of the time. Some friends I need breaks from others I can't stand a lot of the time others I start to wonder why I don't hang out with them more until one thing, like, a complete disregard for others convenience, makes me think less of them. (Un)fortunately for me, when ever I get around the ones I don't like some of the time I instantly fall right back. Which I can deal with.

This is why College is looking more and more appealing every day. If it were up to me I would go to San Francisco and live out my college years and then find new friends and stay and be moderately happy. I say moderately happy because I would probably end up finding friends who I only like to a certain extent because unfortunately the likelihood of me finding my perfect friend is slim at best. But at the end of the day: I'm in San Francisco, bitch.

Realistically speaking I won't be going to San Francisco until college is over because I don't live there and non-resident prices are basically double. If everything works out, though, I will be going to somewhere in either Chicago, St. Louis, Colorado or Minneapolis.

What I'm really trying to get at is that I need to take in all of the life lessons my parents have to teach me so I can survive on my own, and then do just that. Independence works for me. Codependence wouldn't work out so well because there will always be something that you are doing wrong that gets on my nerves. Unless of course you are my favorite person in the whole world, in which case: Flaw-it-up!

Because It Serves MY Agenda

Once again, people easily irritate me. The thing that never fails to annoy is people's constant need to refuse to understand logic.

Example that caused this post: All people, excluding two of my friends and House, seem to think selfless deeds exist. People don't do things to make other feels better. Sure it makes one feel good to see a friend or person you helped out succeed but that's exactly my point. I don't hold doors for people solely because of the happiness on their face but because it makes me feel good.

There is no such thing as a selfless deed. I don't believe it. It makes no sense. People are selfish. Often times we will do things that make others hate themselves because it serves our agenda.

This is something people don't seem to get. People are going to do what they want to do, how they want to do it whenever they want to do it. It might not be good for you, but hey, we're humans: We're heartless bastards, sometimes.

The Source of Every Cool Persons' Knowledge

I'm speaking of Wikipedia. It's brilliant. I love it. I get joy from hearing one of my friends say "wiki that shit" when curious about something that tickles their interest that they don't know much about. It can even be the smallest most habitual thing that you never really think about until a pointless conversation comes up when you wonder: "Just how do fire hydrants work?" or "What does ATM stand for?" And hopefully after reading the latter you will never say ATM machine for fear of one of your friends knowing what it means or what a tautology is.

The reason I wanted to bring this up was: 1) because I don't know what else to write about but still want to write about something, and 2) I looked up a lot of things on wikipedia today.

I looked at a range of things to better understand my knowledge of them. Because I know you all of you have undying curiosity for my every move the list follows:

Serial Killer
Malapropism
Service of process
Secularity

To keep your interest that's all I will tell. But whenever something comes to mind even if I don't even want to look it up I automatically go to wikipedia and search it. The downside of this is that if I'm watching TV I find that i missed whats been happening for the past 10 minutes. It's like having to reread a page of a book due to loosing your train of thought. It's dangerous, but necessary.

Summer Event: Emotion and Almost Vomit

Summer Event Number Two

I've reached the point that i no longer want to discuss this with anyone. It's been risen up to too high of a pedestal for it to even be regarded as a natural conversation. I've been going through my whole life and rarely do things take a real emotional toll on me. Example: Movies don't really make me cry unless I'm feeling vulnerable. Only truly sad things that happen to me, make me sad. So how can it be that someone without doing anything except existing bring instant emotion.

I haven't seen this person in two months. It's this person's going away party. The second I see this person I want nothing more than to be with them. So much so that I would even want to live out a plot to a romance film. After about an hour of being with them, around them and with people who are talking about what is about to happen, that being their departure to new york, makes me feel sick. Not like sick of the situation but sick like I want to vomit. Fucking vomit. I thought this shit only happened in the movies i mean jesus CHRIST! The thought of me not being able to see this person. this one person, who i rarely see. this girl. is causing some kind of twisted sick joke making me feel like I'm, literally, about to fucking vomit.

It comes time that I can't stand it anymore. I have to get out of this place. I've been standing talking to practically every fucking person here and I'm about to throw up, it's time to leave. I go up to her and tell her that it's about time i head out. She requests to talk to me in order to make me stay but I without thinking said i don't feel good. We hug for a solid 20 seconds, we pull back, tears start to form in her eyes, i go back in for another caressing 15. I pull out look into her eyes and say goodbye, I'll miss you. I leave listening to the chatter of her and her friends behind me. I go to my car, ask myself what the FUCK just happened, turn on my ipod to some a.c. newman, and guess what. Stomach problem: Relieved instantaneously.

I don't think you understand just how much I blindly 'love' this person. I put love in quotations because I don't know everything about her, I haven't lived with her, I haven't shared my deepest secrets with her, etc. Whenever I watch a romantic comedy and the final scene comes where they find out that they actually love each other she is the first thing that comes to my mind. The thought of dating another girl just makes me thing of all the things that would be inferior to a relationship to this person


Foreground of the 'Conclusion':
This is either the most romantic thing ever or the thing that makes me the most saddest piece of shit who has ever liked a girl.

Conclusion:
I feel so much deep and unconditional 'love' for this one person, who I haven't even gotten to 1st base with, that it makes me almost vomit.

P.S. Do not talk to me about this. The purpose of me writing this was to express to whoever will read my feelings on the situation. Not, to give you something to talk to me about. Seriously. I've had enough. Just don't.

P.P.S. On a lighter note: Mark Sanford has stopped talking about his affair.

edit: Andy from weeds explained it perfectly: It's like an obsession. Everytime they come back you fall right back

Part 2: The News

This one makes me significantly less angry.

How can people watch the news and still say that it is reputable. Every single news station, are out of their damned minds. They are, well, silly. What with their holograms, hands on visuals and social networking. Wait. Socail networking? You mean, like, facebook and twitter? YES! That's exactly what I mean, and that's exactly what they're doing/using. I now have a good, solid answer for when some uptight know-it-all adult asks me in a very I-know-the-answer-to-this-question-but-ill-ask-it-anyway-in-a-snobbish-adulty-tone-to-prove-a-point-to-this-useless-teenager way, Do you watch the news? No. No I don't (And quickly start my comment before they can stick their wine in their mouths with accomplishment) and do you want to know why? Because the news stations are filled with idiots. They have all of their heads too far up their own asses to see how stupid they all sound. We have gone far past the point of actually delivering the news that I might as well have the news supplied from MTV because the colloquial difference between the two, is absolutely non-existant.

To me, from now on who tries to look clever and say that oh I watch CNN because they deliver the news in a blah blah blah I think I actually know something about anything blah blah blah blah. Hey, you with the zero knowledge, shut your mouth. You are at the same intelligence level as the anchors who are spoon feeding you the news. You know what CNN is? A perfect example of using social networking in the news.

Oh, and if you actually want to get news, you shouldn't watch it, you should read it.

PS. Troch, The CNN thing wasn't a shot at you. Unless you watch CNN.

Part 1: Prop 8

Ok. These two things make me really angry. One more than the other. First is Prop 8.

Prop 8 makes me angry because I think it is the stupidest thing the government could do (don't tell me something stupider). It makes absolutely no sense. None. None at all. They've taken it way too far. The definition of marriage even makes me mad: A formal union of a man and a woman. Why? What the hell? Why does it have to be only between a man and a woman. Why California, why? You have the third largest amount of homosexual people per capita out of all 50 states. Do you like making your state angry? Honestly, considering the people of this nation, I totally understand why people would be against it happening. But going as far as to make it punishable by law to marry someone who you love? Its RIDICULOUS! I cannot in all of my brain's functioning find a justifiable reason for making this act illegal. Bold. Italicize.

I am not joking. This makes me physically angry.

Just Because I Do, Doesn't Mean You Have To, Too

Psychology is something I am more interested in than most other things. That being said I am interested by a lot of things. Recently I have become extremely interested in why I keep adding things to my list of books I want to read, but NEVER actually reading anything. I am always on my computer though. It wouldn't be impossible for me to turn it off though which I will prove to myself when school gets over with because I will start reading again because I believe in my ability to be one of those people who is always reading a different book. Even If people think that the book is no good, I still want to read it any way to find out what I think about it. Because I could care less what reviewers say. Whenever anyone tells me, "I heard that movie got really good reviews" I just tell them that I don't care because first of all, you HEARD that it got a good review and if I want to know, I'll just go watch the damn movie. Anyway. Reviews->Books->Interests->Psychology->Actual purpose of this post, which is emotion. Did you guess correctly?

It's usually along the lines of "Why don't you show emotion?" Look people. You don't understand. Quote Rene Descartes for this one: I am thinking, therefore I exist.

I'm not emotionless, heartless or not human. As a matter of fact, I am filled with emotion. I have tons of it but what else do I have? Self-control. I'm not the same person I was in 8th grade. If their is something I genuinely don't want to show about myself or tell you, I straight-up (guess) will not tell you. *gasp*

I completely understand why people are afraid of what they don't understand. But you know what I have to say to all of you: Stop complaining and learn how to utilize your resources. If you can manage to dedicate some of your time to researching things like this you might have a better understanding and will stop asking me why I am so difficult to understand.

You are difficult to understand. That is an unfortuante statement that I have come to accept and sometimes tell people who are struggling to grasp the reason for their lack of a grasp.

Just because I don't respond the way people are used to, it's like their whole prior understanding of the world has been blown. Not everyone is going to react the same way that you are used to. Not everyone is you.

Now, as I'm sure you've guessed, I don't want to spend much time on this. Which is why I submitted two or three sentences to each little 'paragraph'.

Conclusion--> Most people are going to have a different emotional grasp on things than you. Deal with it.

Summer Event: Santigold

Summer Event Number One

So last night (Thursday) while walking into Hy-Vee to pick up some mushrooms and peppers for the pizza we were making when I received a response to the text I sent Sepulveda about who was driving. His response wasn’t about who was driving. Apparently he and his parents had something of a falling out and they said that they would decide if he was able to go to the concert that he has been excited about for months. Around 9:30 I get a text from him, apologizing. The thing that gets me about this is that when I was talking to Chloe (our fellow concert goer) on Friday morning that he does this all the time which now makes me wonder if this falling out even happened or if he just straight up didn’t want to go with me. I kind of doubt that though because whenever I talked to him he would always say how excited he was about going. I was a little bit pissed because now I had to find someone to go to this totally last minute.

The first two people I thought about asking were Lars and Spencer. Lars because he said he wants to be my concert buddy though when I invited him to go to Andrew Bird, Ratatat and Girl Talk he regrettably declined due to having parents that are obviously not cool with what goes down at these things. Spencer because he was the first to tell me that if Michael couldn’t go for whatever reason, I should tell him. So, naturally, I didn’t even bother asking Lars because I could already guarantee that his answer would have been no. I asked Spencer. I was a bit worried to text Spencer in the first place, no offence to Spencer, but he isn't really like me and my brother in the sense that he doesn't get into these kinds of things usually. Which in this case won't be such a big deal because the people who want to drink and smoke weed will and those who don't, which I'm finding to be more and more these days, won't. And in relation to the concert itself, won't be a problem at all because if you are going crazy and flat out having a good time no matter how ridiculous you look, no body really gives a shit.

I'm in physics right now writing this so I am just waiting for this day to be over so i can go home and then leave. I will finish this later once it actually happens and I will continue with writing down the play by play of everything that happens.

It is now a week later.

My plan was that we were going to go home, grab all of our shit and hit the road. Apparently Spencer is even more unorganized than I had originally thought. With me, I usually wait until the last possible minute to do things, who doesn’t? That being said I am very organized and aware of how I plan on attacking each scenario. So it was 3:30 when I thought to myself that we should probably leave because that would get us into Des Moines at around 5:45 or 6:00 keeping getting over to Spencer’s in mind. What happened next has escaped me but what I remember next is it being past 5:00 which was as late as a I wanted to leave and we were headed to his cousins grad party which his mom forced him to go to.

It’s now around 5:30 and after a little downtown confusion we managed to find the interstate and we were on our way. Naturally at this point since I wanted so bad to go to this concert and the last person I would’ve expected to want to go was incidentally making me half an hour late to the concert, which started at 7. Unbeknownst to me, the headliner didn’t start until 10. The moment I found this out from my brother’s “calm the ____ down,” my heart rate steadily returned to normal.

When we got there at an apparently reasonable time we were welcomed by some interesting characters. The characters that were a part of my brothers interesting lifestyle in one room talking about something everyone except this one guy knew something about while everyone, except for two, were sipping on some (insert obvious substance here). The only thing that I can (off the top of my head) remember is the conversation of how stores can sell bongs so long as they call them tobacco pipes. Apparently if you call them a bong in the store they get really mad. Maybe they aren’t happy that they are selling them in the first place so that would be like making fun of them.

It then came time for the concert even though it actually started around an hour and a half ago but we are just that awesome, plus it was basically a bar, with a dance floor and a stage so, so long as you had your ticket and your over/under 21 wristband on, its all cool. When we got there Trouble Andrew was playing. I didn’t like him much. Unfortunately I missed Amanda Blank who is featured on Spank Rock’s YoYoYoYoYo and I think she did something with Santi at some point. Amanda Blank is dirty. Not in the make-out-with, jump-all-over-each-other-in-some-sort-of-unfortunate-sexcapade way but the spouting hyper-sexual lyrics and being a babe sort of way.

10:15pm ish finally rolls around and out comes Santigold and her two badass partners who stood perfectly still on the down stage corners until the musics starts and they start dancing their awesomely styled hearts out. Santigold is just rockin’ the shit out of this audience and is wearing sunglasses in the bright stage lights so probably can’t see anything which probably doesn’t matter because she is having as much fun as we are and its awesome! The only thing, as my friends that have been patrons at such an event can already guess, was the drunk guy. He was so annoying, annoyed, irritating and irritated. Which was funny because he got over his problems almost as fast as he discovered them. The only thing about that was that he had frequent problems. We just ignored him and let him do his drunken business.

After the show we got lost walking home with just the two of us which doesn’t need explaining because we got home eventually where we greeted each other with more (substance) with a full serving of (other substance). Let’s just say, we were both pretty happy when we went to bed.

So to conclude:

Santigold,
Since we were so starstruck at how unstoppable you were, we had trouble finding our way home with the lights out.

America's human manifestation

If you haven't noticed I pretty much blog about what you other people blog about but with my own opinion. Don't bother telling me, I am aware that I am copying everyone else's ideas.

I have become proud of myself due to my recent discovery that I don't really like American Idol at all. I've watched since the third season which means that i have been watching it all of 5 years. I realized that I didn't even like the music that the contestants were singing, or rather, the manner in which they were received. For example: At the beginning I liked Anoop. why? not because he was a good singer or because he was popular, since was a basically neither which is unfortunate because being popular with America is the whole reason people vote. I on the other hand voted for him because he was Indian. I don't know why, but it probably is the same reason that Slumdog Millionaire is one of my favorite movies. And no, my saying that is not going to lead into a big long spiel about how i like Indian people besides:

Dear People Who Think I'm Racist Towards Asains,

Indians are Asian. I like Indians which therefore makes me not racist against Asians. Plus, one of my best friends while living in New Zealand was Korean.

Next example is that Jason Mraz, John Mayer wannabe. I just straight up don't like him. The fact that he won just makes me a little bit mad at America and confirms my suspicions of the 1/3 of the nation that watches and votes on that program. He personifies my dislike of the after effects of American idol. The winner become automatically famous, blatantly copies other cooler artists (like Jason Mraz or John Mayer, cough,) followed by a self title album with a portrait photo of them in front of some exuberant yet brooding color that I will forget about completely 2 minutes after I hear of its release. I have little to no respect for these people any more. Daughtry on the other hand I have a little more respect for because he is actually in a band, but the way he became successful brings him right back down.

Finally is Adam Lambert aka the guy all grandmothers are confused about besides their firm belief that he is homosexual. I was 100% sure that he was going to win for the first 6 weeks when they were half way through when I realized, "dude, you are singing every song exactly the same." It may be different, but i don't think people understand that when something so different is flaunted up the fuckin' wazoo then it is no longer interesting and in some cases, such as this, annoying. After those 6 weeks past my sudden zero appreciation for what the show was producing went to wood floor bottom. I was so fed up with it even that i didn't even bother watching the finale. I saw that it was going until 9:07pm so i just thought to myself, well, I guess I'll come downstairs to the TV at 9, because we all know that nothing important to the continuity of the show happens until the last 3 or 4 minutes of the 2 hours.

Apparently they're America's idol, but they aren't mine. Since I brought it up I would like to note that the title is totally ridiculous. So these people can sing, who gives a shit number one and number two, they don't have any qualities that would make them actually be an Idol to anyone over the age of 14. I wish (I'm about to overreact) they would stop turning 300,000,000 diverse people into 1 mindless idiot who is far too easy to entertain. What's even more sad is that people kill themselves if they fail to gain the liking of this idiot. Hey suicidal, superficial cells that make up this 'America' thing: STOP IT.

Now that this has taken a turn, I'm done.

Ironic Suicide

You know what's funny? Depressed people and medicine (drugs). Not a common topic for comedy but it’s what I want to talk about today. It isn’t even a common topic for discussion which is odd because its happening all the time and should be brought up. Maybe not made fun of but that’s the method I’m going at this.

First of all people who take drugs for depression are ridiculous. Unless you are mentally incapable of being happy, stop taking drugs. And come on, if you are going to take drugs, why would you take something insane like Abilify? Try some weed or get wasted and make a bad decision or just straight up be on acid all the time, which probably wouldn’t help your depression, rather put you into such a confused state death would be the only plausible option.

Digression: OH and that’s the other thing! Death, as an option to solving your life problems. Why? Sure if your dead then you won’t have any problems. And maybe in your mind you will be “going to heaven” but imagination can only take you so far because in the end, you’ll still be dead. I just don’t get it. I have taken a keen interest in trying to understand people, granted I haven’t gotten very far but that’s was college professors are for. I cannot fathom thinking that killing myself would be a good idea. Everyone has those fleeting thoughts of death but most people don’t actually do it. For example: I could jump off of this building I am on top of, but I know I won’t. I could jump in front of this speeding train, but I know I won’t. I could jump off of this bridge into the essentially cement (at that height) like water below to my possible death below, but I know I won’t do it.

Continuing with the drug thing, you’re just stupid. In my opinion you can cure your “depression” with no meds at all. How? With that lumpy, thought-processing thingy in your skull that smart people call a ‘brain’. It’s all up there. With your own free will you can literally become…well…not depressed. I have successfully avoided illnesses because whenever I tell myself that I am going to be fine and that I’m not getting sick, guess what, I don’t get sick. Sometimes people who think that they are prone to illness simply create it in their mind because if you tell yourself you are going to be sick, your brain makes you so.

I would also just like to point out that the people involved in Abilify are stupid and possibly geniuses because they try to kill depressed people. They say that 2 out of 3 people being treated for depression still have depression symptoms. So, there pitch is that if your antidepressant isn’t enough, you should talk to you doctor and get you abilify, because everyone knows that taking a bunch of drugs never ends in an unfavorable way. Never. Not once.

Brain Orgasm

All of these sounds created together, seamlessly makes me glad to be alive. If this music were a tangible female being, I would have sex with her. It's probably one of the most brain-melting beautiful sounds, ever.

It's: In B flat

Or lack of...

I've seen a lot of sleep related posts recently so I will do one. Yes, that's right: Because everyone else is doing it. Give into peer (and self!) pressure kids, it's fun.

How are all of you people having such messed up, vivid dreams where you can smell things and remember the touch of things? I haven't had a dream like that for many months. I can't even remember the last time I had an intensely insightful vivid dream.


My nights usually consist of catching up on new TV shows on hulu or watching a movie or essentially doing absolutely nothing until 1 in the morning and then deciding to think about doing my homework.

Homework.

I'm pretty organized. I have my whole homework schedule mapped out for each day when I get in any number of friends' cars to go home for the day. I have fully motivated to do my homework when BAM!! the windows roll down, wind flows through my hair, the sun blinds my eyes and comfortable conversations begin and end with a opening/closing the door joke. I get inside and turn on the oven or make myself something to eat (since I don't eat lunch, obviously) and open up my computer to the beautiful mac turn-on noise and let myself sink into my own self-loathing abyss. Before I know it its dinner time which flies by because I'm never involved in the conversation besides my few two-cents worth sarcastic remark. Back upstairs, onto my bed and back into the show. Once again before I know it It's Late Night With Jimmy Fallon! and then it's 12:30am. Should I do my homework that I wanted (literally) so much to do at 2:46pm? No. I think I'll just watch a quick 21 minute episode of something from the Thursday night lineup on hulu and then go to sleep at sometime between 11 and 1 each night only to wake up at 4:00, 5:00, 5:30 and finally 6:00. I don't just coincidentally wake up at those times, I set alarms for those times because then I am more inclined to actually wake up when 6:00 rolls around after a long(actually short), sweaty (rolling around from strenuous dreams that i don't remember) night. This is actually becoming more and more unnecessary. Not because I am finally realizing a healthier alternative HA don't be silly. no. It's because it's getting brighter earlier and when i see that it is light outside it makes it easier to wake up because when it is dark i just want to fall asleep during those 10 paces to the bathroom.



I do find it interesting that in order to reach that stage of subconscious enlightenment you have to clear your head of all the thoughts you are about to be reminded about in a subtle more interesting way. This is also why i haven't had one of those dreams in a while because my brain doesn't have time to clear itself. Because what usually occurs is merely 10-20 seconds before i fall asleep I turn my computer off, take a deep breath and essentially pass-the fuck-out.

I tap the ho in the daylight

Unstoppable, Immovable, Chicken and Egg

In the Irresistible force paradox it asks the following question:
What happens when an irresistible force meets an immovable object?
This is commonly rephrased with irresistible being replaced with unstoppable.

This question and other paradoxes are really interesting for the things that make them what they are. There cannot be an unstoppable force AND and immovable object. Given the circumstances and condition of said force and said object neither of them can logically exist in the same universe. Semantically speaking those two phrases mean nothing to each other in the same context. It would be like asking god to exist. or for a triangle to have four sides.

This isn't really a paradox, but the 'Chicken or the Egg' scenario of which came first has a few days ago been logically answered by my physics teacher and i truly believe it to be correct. The egg came first because 1) Creationism isn't real so chickens didn't just start existing. or eggs for that matter. 2) Evolution is real. 3) Due to evolution two things that were practically two genes away from being genetically identical to what we now call chickens, had sex and created a chicken egg. Plus you can always say that it doesn't specify which type of egg they are referring to so if it isn't a chicken egg then the question could be which came first: the chicken or the dinosaur egg?

I was going to go on and on about paradoxes but it would be easier, considering my readers, to just go to the list of them. I recommend taking a look at the logic, probability, and physical paradox sections.

Open Letter to the Youth of Our Nation

In a feature article on Hunter S. Thomson, Rolling Stone compiled a series of interviews of friends, peers, colleagues, etc. This is from Rolling Stone November 2007 issue that I've been waiting to look at for months of it sitting in a container over the pacific. Enjoy.

Hunter wrote a third-prize essay for the Athenaeum Spectator called "Open Letter to the Youth of Our Nation", which began, "Young people of America, awake from your slumber of indolence and harken to the call of the future! Do you realise that you are rapidly becoming a doomed generation? ... O ignorant youth, the world is not a joyous place. The time has come for you to dispense with the frivolous pleases of childhood and get down to honest toil until you are sixty-five. Then and only then can you relax and collect your Social Security and live happily until the time of your death." He signed it, "Fearfully and disgustedly yours, John J. Righteous-Hypocrite."

The Mess of the Masses

Have you ever seen 'When Harry Met Sally'? It's amazing and it raises a very important yet often disregarded issue. See, I have an extremely difficult issue being friends with girls because of this movie. Why? Follow along: Men and Women can never be friends because the sex part always gets in the way. If you are female and you think you have male friends who you don't have sexual relationships with, you don't. You only think that you do. To be clear I am not saying that unbeknownst to you, you are having sex with these guys, they just WANT to have sex with you. I know this because, since men are all similar and so easy to generalize in certain areas I am totally comfortable saying that, men cannot be friends with a woman he finds attractive because he will always want to have sex with her. I nothing against unattractive women either because when it comes down to it, we pretty much want to have sex with you too, maybe not a relationship but the point is still there. O and girls, don't think this doesn't apply to the 'friends' YOU don't want to have sex with because we already want to have sex with you and the friendship is ultimately doomed.

Now in relation to me and the reason I started writing this post in the first place may not even correlate but we shall see.

The problem I have with the ladies is a few things, of which i will probably only mention two:

1) I like girls that I know I can't have. Sometimes this means girls that are far more attractive than me and sometimes this means girls who have boyfriends. Beware friends. Sometimes even if I am not even that attracted to your girlfriend, I will still flirt with them and be nice to them when you are being noticeably douchey just to see what happens.

I'm keeping this brief

2) I tend to like girls for a long amount of time. During the long amount of time i will usually like someone else as well but when that doesn't work out I always fall back to the unfortunate. Example: I have liked the same girl on and off for about 6 years. Though keep in mind we met when I was around 10 or 11. Adorable? Sure. Romantic? Doubt it. Pathetic? Shameful? Ridonkulous? Yes.

This doesn't mean that I like every single girl. This also doesn't mean that girls that i have a fleeting thought about I become thereby obsessed with.

Relevant
Irrelevant

B. H. O. II

On an article debating whether or not Obama is the Anti-Christ.

Can Palm Reading Make Less Sense? Yes.

On my way to Hy-Vee after an unnecessarily long Chorus Line rehearsal I had an argument with my Dad. It wasn't so much of an argument because he was doing his typical saying-things-just-to-fuck-with-people-because-he-doesn't-believe-what-he-is-saying-he-just-wants-to-get-them-riled-up shtick. He is very good at making people-I no longer place myself in this category for I have discovered his ways-believe that he is opposed to them just to make them get mad and argue with him for the sole reason of knowing their standpoint on things. A simple "do you believe that..." question would never suffice.

Anywho, I was driving and my Dad said that he had stumbled upon an interesting website explaining the mystics of tarot cards and palm reading along with other such spiritualist conundrums. Upon arriving at this website he found an article explaining palm reading. According to my fuck-with-your-mind father it said that palm reading doesn't tell your future, it tells your past. It serves as a connection to things that happened in your life that you wouldn't otherwise know about if you didn't have a remarkably good memory, or a life.

This little snippet of information was one of the most ridiculous concepts that i have ever heard. It's ridiculous. "Ridiculous," I exclaim! I couldn't even put into words how little sense that makes. Think about it. The lines unlike your fingerprints change as life goes on. This is called growth. Not some weird pre yet somehow not preplanned manipulation of a small portion of my skeleton: number one. Number two: No. Even if number one through a somewhat process of elimination and logic, I refuse to believe that this could even possibly be a thing. Its preposterous. To think that some higher power is hacking into my main frame and telling my body how to grow a certain way so i can find the holy grail of self-discovery is just---------!

A Singular Sensation

I no longer have any problems with saying I thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent working on A Chorus Line for Kennedy this past weekend.

At the beginning I kept telling myself that I wasn't going to audition because I knew I wasn't a very good singer even though everyone kept saying how I was in a musical or two at TCR and I did Follies for 3 years to which I would usually respond with something like "I was 12." or "Do you know what puberty does?" Granted, that probably wasn't a totally justified reason. Though slightly humorous I was just constantly deflecting away from what my truthful response would have been, "I know but the thing is is that I haven't sung since then I wouldn't be up to the Happiness (show choir) quality of singing."

As auditions rolled around I continued to remind myself of how much fun musicals are and how much I end up loving them even though I say I'm sick of it. So I did some research. I found out that I wanted to audition for the "main" roll of Zach (I put quote marks around main because though it is told to be the main roll, there really isn't a main roll.) roll because I wouldn't have to do very much singing except for the audition. I auditioned, called back and cast as.....Chorus Member. I thought I had that director/main/"Zach" in the bag. Nope. Thank you Mr. Yuska. I have been working nonstop for that man since the day I met him. Acting class, perspectives, arsenic, 101 Dalmatians (not for him but I'm proving a point so bare with me) and speech.

I might not have expressed my anger about this since as most people will tell you I'm a pretty calm person but a few things do bug me, I just choose not to show it. Because few things are more annoying than a publicly emotional person. Bitching every now and then to someone is fine but letting everyone else about your problems is just pointless. Why? Nobody cares. Not even your friends. You got that, you 14 year old you.

So I was upset. I didn't let everyone know that i was upset and quit and go have angry sex with my attractive, chesty, tiny girlfriend. cough. But who cares? SK is a really cool dude. But no, I kept my anger to myself to be let out at a later date: Right now. What. The. Fuck. Mr. Yuska, I'm basically your bitch. I pretend to respect you and everything. The person you cast for that part doesn't even listen to you, didn't appreciate the role in any way what so ever and actively does things that piss you off. and you knew this going into the auditions, you douchey gay fuck. I really wanted that role and you go and cast me as chorus member. I mean I know I might not what you think is good but come on. Even I would've been a suitable alternative to Caleb. I may not be black but I know the definition of the word enthusiasm.

I digress. Once cast as a chorus member I became instantly cool with being one. I wasn't over the "Zach" thing but content with a chorus member status. I started becoming closer with these people and eventually as i do, I had to ignore them because the people i end up getting close with are actually really weird and fucking annoying but thats another post all together. The thing I like about being in shows and live in general, I don't NEED to be social to be having fun. I was perfectly happy with being by myself singing along with the big kids.

One of the nights after school before we started the important shows we had a little group bonding session which unfortunately didn't both the group, more of a circle to humor Mr. Yuska. As I do, I took it way to seriously. Afterwards I was half hoping that everyone was going to be talking to each other and being nice and wanting my hot body. That was simply not the case. Everything was exactly the same and I still wasn't over the "Zach" thing.

After the shows was probably the worst part of the whole experience. By that I don't mean after A Chorus Line had concluded, I mean after each individual performance. When I'm not a lead and feeling important, It's a horrible feeling. Like I'm unwanted. Not good enough. It's especially bad when some of the people getting positive recognition are younger than you and, quite honestly, less talented than you. This made be extremely happy after that last performance because it was all over and i would never have to see those people again because a lot of them infuriate me. Which is partially why I left the cast party unusually early and why I was on the edge during strike. Its also possible that i was in one of those, I'm bored and you're irritating so I'll fuck with your mind to show you what its like.

To reconnect and make sense of the first sentence of this post I will say this: The real reason I enjoyed the show was because of the way the music and the melody make me feel and what can I say, I just like musicals. seriously.

P.S. I became instantly over the Zach thing the second the last performance ended. I am also not mad about any of those things regarding friends anymore. Yuska is still a jackass though.


To feel.

Movie Previews

First things first, you should check out these trailers since the majority of the pop-culture-America doesn't even know about them, even people who search for them. For Example: I knew about Slumdog Millionaire upwards of one year before it came out. Not to brag, but seriously, don't play this game with me, you won't win.

Every Little Step - April 17, 2009. Yes I know it's out already. but just watch it. O and shut up.
The Brothers Bloom - May 22, 2009. Looks like fun.
Moon - June 12, 2009. I feel like this is going to be one of those "...what the eff...?" kind of movies
500 Days of Summer - June 24, 2009. Zooey Deschanel.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - July 15, 2009 - (Insert sufficient adjectives)
Adam - July 29, 2009. I'm a Fox Searchlight fan.
Julie & Julia - August 7, 2009. From the writer of When Harry Met Sally
Paper Heart - August 7, 2009. Staring Michael Cera (Superbad, Juno, Year One) and the stoner girl from Knocked Up. Also, Seth Rogen.
The Boat That Rocked - August 28, 2009. Britain. Nick Frost. Rhys Darby. Rock 'n' Roll.
Alice in Wonderland - March 19, 2010. Tim Burton.
Oceans - April 22, 2010. A little far off, but still.

It's kind of a random assortment of trailers, which is mainly because my original plan was to give you this and then talk about something different but ill just make a different post. so. yeah. That's why i said first things first. FYI: There's no second thing.

Late Night

From Studio 60 in Rockefeller Center, the National Broadcasting Company presents: Late Night With Jimmy Fallon. Tonight's guests are: (Guests and Music), and featuring the legendary Roots crew. And here he is, Jimmy Fallon.

Late night television and particularly late night talk shows are some of my favorites because I never go to sleep before midnight and looking up things and people is exactly what I'm doing at that time any way so why not turn on the TV and learn about someone I might not know so I can one-up someone in a conversation. "...Linda Cardellini. What, you don't know who that is?" I enjoy saying to people.

But I don't only like Jimmy Fallon, I'm just bringing it up because his is relatively new on the talk show scene and I have been watching his show religiously.

-The Late Show with David Letterman: It's alright even though I like most people who have seen the show don't like Paul Shaffer. My reason is that he always interjecting but in a way that it interrupts Dave's story which is hyper-annoying.

-The Late Late Show With Craig Ferguson: Just listen to his accent is pretty funny. He's a little bit too ridiculous for me. Plus, I'm not in his mainly 40s and 50s demographic, so, there's that.

-The Tonight Show With Jay Leno: No. No, thank you.

Reasons to Like Late Night With Jimmy Fallon:
1) He isn't Jay Leno
2) He knows when he does something stupid and is capable of laughing at himself.
3) His interviews aren't pre-planned. Except for the games, obviously. I'm not going to say ping pong tables materialize just for the sake favoring Jimmy Fallon over Leno
4) The Roots
5) It's on NBC

To be nocturnal-esque

The humor in the air is palpable

Who doesn't like Judd Apatow films? His humor is perverse and that's why we love him. He's has stated in an interview that in ALL of his upcoming movies, following Forgetting Sarah Marshall, he will show a penis at least once. Why not? What the hell, right? Plus if its for comedy, who gives a shit? If he can get away with showing multiple tits, fake balls and hilarious dick drawings, then why not throw in a surprising penis*.

So if you like films by him, do you think you would like a TV show by him? Can't you just imagine such a thing? Hold up. Wait a minute. Oh yeah! That's right, there is such a thing. Two things in fact: Freaks and Geeks. Undeclared.

Don't get your hopes up though. They aren't running any more. As a matter of fact they concluded after getting pulled off the air before either of their seasons ended in 2000 and in 2002. If you look them up you might not recognize the names but if you watch it and if you've seen Apatow's movies then you will definitely recognize the people because the people he used for his show ten years ago, he still uses in his movies, even as bit parts.

PS. Year One (June 19) and Funny People (July 31) are going to rule.
PPS. If you want to watch them, let me know.

*Note: I am not obsessed with saying penis. It's the thought of his movies incorporation of penises that makes it funny and necessary to say multiple times. Penis.

To Enjoy.

To be individual, one must follow the crowd

First off i will just say that I am being extremely hypocritical by even considering to write in a blog that isn't a class requirement.

Next I suppose since i haven't written on here in a while, to ease you back in i will write about what the others are: Society and how they've changed peoples view of what their goals in life should be. Also about success.

Now so i don't have to repeat what they've said over and over just read theirs first:
number one
number two

No, obviously societies idea of what we should be doesn't agree with what we think it is and i don't expect it to. It's all just a big game of 'monopoly' meshed with a game of 'life'. Except you don't automatically get a great job or $200 every 20 minutes.

But I'm not here to complain because there is no need to complain about things you can't change, it's useless.

It's very true to say that you don't have to do what society wants to get what you consider wealth or success. You simply have to accept that in order to do so you have to follow the rules. And that goes for whatever life you want. For example: If you wanted to be a doctor you're going to have to get a good education and go to college so you can reach that goal, but if that's what you consider success, it shouldn't be an issue. Another example would be is if your goal is to do absolutely nothing. If you want to do nothing and you consider being homeless for the rest of your life part of that then good luck. But in order to do what i believe my friend is thinking of then he is going to have to get a good education, go to college and then you can enjoy the rest of your lonely days living in your parent's basement.

To Accept.

Iron Man vs Bruce Lee

This is just straight up awesome. Short, but awesome.

Animal Collective

It should go without saying that we, as humans, have things that we love more than others. For me, music is one of those things. Over the past year or so I have become more open to different types of music. For example, I never thought that at any point in my life i would be listening to rap in any form, and now Girl Talk exists. The first time i heard Girl Talk I was a little blown away. I was even more blown away when i did a little wikipedia-ing about it and it's just this geeky dude who has rhythm and knows how to use and manipulate music on a computer. And now, many of my friends and even some people i probably don't even know are listening to it because unbeknownst to them i gave it to one of their friends and he spread it around. But I don't really care, because, I know whats up.

What I really started this post for has nothing to do with Girl Talk. I started this one because I want, each Saturday, to suggest a band for you. Of course by you i mean the one or two people who will actually read this blog, but who cares?

Animal Collective, if you didn't figure out already, is this weeks 'Featured Band,' if you will. I like electronic music. A lot. I would probably be beneficial for you if i were to give you some sort of general outline of what you will be hearing. I have nothing. What I recommend that you do now is go onto this website that i prefer to listen to music on and search Animal Collective, then listen to Fireworks, Water Curses and My Girls. If you like it I'll burn you a CD from my recent purchase of 50.

Life

"When I was 5 years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down “happy.” They told me I didn’t understand the assignment and I told them they didn’t understand life."