"If you like what you just saw, if Dan put you in a state of awe..."

Here I am, sitting in from of my computer, aimlessly typing a bunch of nothing. This feels so much more productive then writing a paper on my stance on "Accent Reduction and intelligence". To be blunt, I couldn’t care less. I don’t think your accent tells me anything about you intelligence. Although, it does narrow down where you are possibly from...and that doesn't matter unless I actually care!


WHYAMINOTOUTSIDEENJOYINGTHISBEAUTIFULWEATHER?!

Anyway, I’ve been spending a majority of my time on YouTube. Fuck, yes. YOUTUBE. And no, I’m not talking about typing in “Baby with missing tooth laughing” but VLOGS (for those of you who don’t know, video blogging). I wish I could come up with a reason as to why I’m soooo…uh...fixated with other people’s opinion. People who I know nothing about or people I have never met, or never will meet.


I’ve been on a Dan Brown high. Who is Dan Brown you might ask? A boy, or man, I guess who is very politically aware. He has a cute girlfriend and he lives in Nebraska, I believe. That was my description...

For a more descriptive description (lol) Wikipedia says “Daniel Scott Zahller Brown (born May 15, 1990) is an American internet blogger on YouTube under the alias Pogobat.” YES. Also, he got the name Pogobat from POGO STICKS AND THE AQUABATS...whom I love (even though I sold my tickets to one of there shows to see "The Academy Is..." instead :|[big mistake]).


I prefer his “Dan Brown University” videos.  I wish I could be a YouTuber.


That’s all.




I’m not quite sure why I’m sharing this.

THIS IS WAR.

The two things in life that make me happy are music, and dancing. I’m sure most people my age can say that. It’s one thing we all have in common. Maybe not? It took me countless days and sleepless nights to realize that being a “dancer” isn’t realistic (not to say I will never persue it again).

It hurts.
It sucks.
It fucking sucks.


As I said before, I’m never been one to share my deep feelings over the internet, and so I’m not going to start now. BUT I what I will say, or more so post is this video. A video named Addiction. A piece danced by two contestants on my favorite show (that is going to be hard to watch next season due to my realizations) about how hard it is to get over an addiction when it’s always right there.


It truly brings tears to my eyes, its strong as fuck. The video quality isn’t that great (for some reason they don’t have the original danced piece), but watch it anyway. It’s astounding. I can sit here and think of a million words to describe this dance or I can post this so someone can possibly get something out of it.



Fuck. It’s too good. Great.




As for music being the biggest influence in my life, which again is a bunch of SAPP! No one says it better then the people in 30 Seconds to Mars’ video: Closer To The Edge


I can't embed it so I'm posting the link. Really watch it. I was in the crowd and they're soo incredible live. It's a fucking cult. No, I'm not kidding. They're good. My feelings on Jared Leto are still a bit on the fence but WATCH!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQHv-fhHq9Y&feature=related (4:47)

Wow, never thought I’d relate to Jared Leto in anyway. HAHA. But YES, again, it’s great. I love when I can actually relate to others. It’s kind of strange how someone can feel just the way you do. Obscure world we live in, eh?

Ships With Holes Will Sink

I could NOT be any more frustrated right now. I feel horrible and ignorant saying this but the young lady sitting beside me (possibly reading over my shoulder) has a horrible stench. I'm squirming as I write this. I don't enjoy saying this about someone but I have two hours to kill in this office. I'm so nauseous; it's actually making me angry. I would get up but I'm not THAT rude. I promise. Although I really really REALLY want too.


Other then that waiting for my number to be called is horrible, and lengthy. I kind of want to yell at one of these hags; actually they've been very nice to me...so far. So, I take that back. I’m stoked on getting a "free" iPAD. I better fucking get that #iPAD.


Fisifheisidj

The Drugs Don't Work

HOLY SPELLING ERRORS!


it's harder to type on an iTOUCH then you think. Wish I could say I don't care, but reading my posts make me seem so unstable, all over the place, and quite sloppy. I guess you can say that's who I am. A mess. A teenage…mess.


In bed. In bed. In bed.
Thinking, thinking
Thinking tattoos.
Regrettable tattoos.


"Rather regret doing something then regret not doing it" -Mergime


DATS DA TROOF. Good point Merg.

Better start doing my research.


Lying in bed isn't fun. Clearly. I've got The Verve on repeat. Lurking on Facebook, impressed.


Remember when Twitter was fucking good. Actually remember when it was great. I've had mine sometime since Feb. 2009. I remember the day I signed up so clearly. Waiting in line for Lily Allen and Matt and Kim, listening to people talk ever so loudly about Twatter. I was curious. Made one. Got a bunch of shit for it a few months later. Stood up for why it’s so great…Now it makes me yawn. I'm not saying I won't use it. Twitter is too good of a site. Uh, yeah!...and a bunch of other stuff. So although it’s not as fun as it used to be (circa before #BieberFever [SOOO NOT BASHING The Biebz here, I too am a lover and Belieber]) I encourage you to join Twitter!




OH BOY

And The Hazy Sea.

My mind is running around in fucking circles.


Shit, it's been running everywhere for the past week. Hopefully when I'm done writing nonsense it will take a rest, or even maybe just a 5 minute nap? 5 seconds? I’ll cross my fingers.


Be ready for bad grammar, negativity and boredom.
Lately I can't seem to function correctly, something big is missing and I can't figure out what it isI don't think it's anything I've already had but something HAS to be coming for me, I hope. I have so many random thoughts going on inside this head of horribly bleached hair.


Well, first off: The Youth. I can say I'm sadly part of that category. I can't point the finger exactly but, WHAT THE FUCK? (We) Most of you are twisted, lazy, and unoriginal, try to hard, bored, or just have no god damn substance. Who am I to judge? No one, but this is my blog so, fuck you. I know this is as corny as quotes come, but we are the youth of today, and it saddens me to know that people can really suck. Major. I'll leave it at that before ramble on about how much I don’t understand my generation. Which could possibly just me being crazy because...because. "Stop bitching, start a revolution" Right? I wish I had the balls.


Something that I've been noticing lots of lately is TUMBLR! Blogging at its best, right? All you cunts who just copy and paste. Actually, it might have gotten easier. Am I right? Maybe I'm wrong? Who knows? I don't. Whatever.

I'm bitter. I don't like it, but who says I have to.


One of my best friends, Justin (who lives across the street) went away for school. YES!? Later Justin Bieber, Ashton Kutcher, Nick Jonas, Dev Patel. Miss ya, you fuck.


For the record I don't hate girls. Throwing that out there, since all other girls my age claim they I fuckin’ hate girls, if you’re a girl don’t try being my friend..”


 I-I actually love them.

Just in case you were wondering. I think it’s crazy to hate a whole entire sex. But what I can't stand the few who are just a big ol' lie (y’know the ones who change in front of everyone, say they hate someone, then act like they’re bestiez with the person they JUST said they hated, the ones who are clones, the ones who serve you unnecessary bullshit on a silver platter.). They haunt me. I am their magnet. Those “type” of girls…fucking suck. BUT I'll stick around because you either A) Make me laugh B) Enjoy having a good time, as do I. OR C) I don't think the confrontation (on your bullshit) is worth it.


That's that.


I’m not sure if you can call that fake? Or just saving the drama? Like I said, I’m messy as shit.


On a lighter note, Summer was good to me!


New experiences. Neon Indian, Chromeo, Josh Ritter, a million other bands, hiking, saying goodbye. Well that written down doesn't sound like so much fun. In my head things were amazing, but I probably will never verbally admit it.






I'm ready for you, FALL




Correct my typing errors? It will not mean the world. But it will mean you're time, and that's cool. Later shmucks.