I was just deleted what i was blogging about.. It was stupid.. I was attempting to write something funny.. i just don't feel funny these days... I was making an advertisement for some kind of company that sold heavy metal circle pits. Complete with heavy metal music to excerise Tai Bo or karate to.
I'm retarded. I look forward to getting rid of fake people. Look at yourself in the mirror.. I can see how fake i am, and i'm disgusted by myself. You should be too. What's the point in pretending to be something you not? The friends you have made while being fake really aren't your friends. With some of us it's more obvious than others. You know who you are.
Enough of that.. I had a good idea for a song today.. and i didn't come across it through serendipity, which is usually how i write most of my other shit. I'm almost proud of what i've done today. Grand Theft Auto San Andreas kicks ass.. I love it.. I'm not proud of how much i played that game today.. I work at 7 am tomorrow and then i get to laminate my mom's driveway.. yippy.
it seems so pointless. what's so great about the scenic route when you know it's just pain that lies ahead? doesn't seem so scenic anymore does it?
Wait a second... Suddenly, there is clarity. This world runs on a fist for another. Greedy bastards. Including myself.. i would be proud of myself if i got rid of all my material possessions.. such as my collection of dvd's.. my friends xbox.. my tv.. my computer.. all the things that really don't matter in this world... maybe i could make some money.. pay for the funeral.. someone told me the other day that it costs 20 000 dollars to die. i don't know what that buys.. but it was from an old lady, so i believed her she be dead sooner than i. Maybe the cost of death is so high to guilt people into staying alive... it's really just a life tax... caskets cost something like 1000 dollars. it's just some wood and fancy pillows that are worth more than what you would spend on a pillow when you were alive. does an empty shell really need to be comfortable? you can shit on my face when i'm dead if you want.. i'm sure i won't mind.. so obviously i'm not going to care if i have a nice pillow.
hmm. yeah.. i'm done.. those are some random thoughts for the day... take care everyone
p.s. you won't find true love drawing sticks.
4 comments:
I don't think I've been fake since elementary school. Every smile I've shown is genuine, just like every brooding mood I've shown recently is true too. I still do feel happy once in a while, and it's gradually coming back as I adjust to my new life... it's hard for me to understand how someone can be fake, though. I don't know why. I'm so used to being myself that I've "expected" everyone else to act the same way. Anyway, I'll probably drop by Lavine's today sometime to say hello to everybody.
you should drop by! i will be there this afternoon!
karate, or the charlston, or whatever those guys were doing.... lol (don't get me wrong, i love mosh pits, but what the fuck? in my experience, at bigger shows, those are the guys who get there heads beat in)
as for the scenic route, I prefer to enjoy things while they last, and to be greatful for what I have. It's really hard to do (if not impossible) most of the time, but at least it allows me to smile once and a while....
Man, i miss you guys SOOO much right now!! I don't think i will check any more blogs until i get home:(
Reg's, you should of seen the so called "circle pit" at FFTL's set at Warped. You would of wanted to kick some asses BADLY. I could of taken those guys. It was sooooo sad.
I have vowed to myself to stop being fake, and i will stick to that.
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