I think this will be a different post.
I'm going to write my feelings about my some of the people in my life here... But, not going to put name or a him/her to them.
Should be interesting.
You're one of my best friends. Ever since I moved to AZ in 2005, we've kept in contact. It's been shaky sometimes, and we may not talk all the time, but you'll always be one of my best buds.
I had you doing some random things for me, and you did them. We live a bit a part, but you were one of the most welcoming people I've ever met in my life, and I'd never do anything to betray your trust. Also, my best friend.
Back when I first met you, you were some random stoner. Now, we don't talk much- but I always know your online and bored, and you make a good conversationalist. We've also had some bitchin times.
I'd probably call you my first love. You did some things to me that we're... Unspeakable... But, I got over them because I love you, and your one of the coolest people I've met.
I had a huge crush on you the second I met you. Though- you were dating one of my friends at the time, then you dated another one of my friends and I never told you how I felt. Then when you found out, it fucked up our friendship. I'm glad that we moved on and we're cool now.
You're a cool person, and you're awesome to talk about battles of technology. We can hang whenever you're not doing anything, and often- we do.
You like some bands I despise, and you're racist as all fuck- but you're still a good person deep down.
I just met you. You're awesome. Not that cool though.
You're an awesome person to chill with. We get bored and hang out, and I dig that. We talk about meaningless shit that no one likes, and no one cares about- but we have fun.
I met you two years ago at a party, and we've talked a lot since. First time I met you, I gave you a hug without knowing your name. I'm glad we're friends.
You're a douchebag. You're a dickhead, a fucking asshole- and I guess I'm just as bad because I hang out with you.
You my dear friend do some dumb shit. We've known each other for a bit, and whenever we chill out we yell and get in trouble, but I dig it. We never kn0w where we're going.
You and I have had our rough times, and our arguments. Since I met you at a concert we've cool since. You're up there as one of my best friends.
We fight a lot, we make up a lot. You're one of the most amazing people I've ever met, and I mean it. I may not know what's going on with me all the time; but you're always there for me.
Guess away, bitches.
- Josh.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Come On.
So, there is truthfully not much to report.
I only really write good stuff at night, like 3AM.
So, gonna have to wait if you want something angry from me.
I don't have the mindset for it right now.
I'm a bit hyped up, not over anything in particular, I just am. Anyways.
I only really write good stuff at night, like 3AM.
So, gonna have to wait if you want something angry from me.
I don't have the mindset for it right now.
I'm a bit hyped up, not over anything in particular, I just am. Anyways.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Yep.
So, I wish I could say I had something uber cool and worthy to write about, but I really don't.
I can only write about things that annoy me when stuff is actually going on, but I do have two things to talk about right now.
The first is this.
I dig reading, I dig audiobooks. If you're someone who likes my voice (or interested in hearing what my voice sounds like), then this might interest you, otherwise- wank off.
I want to record and audio book or something.
So, here's what I'm going to do.
I'm giving you the choice, there will be three categories of stuff I'll read from- though you can add your own in.
I'll read three different things: one set of poems, one series of short stories, and one novel or novella.
Here are the choices.
Poems:
Where the sidewalk ends - Shel Silverstein
Raven (and others) - Edgar Allen Poe
One From None - Henry Rollins
Short Stories:
The Tell Tale Heart - Edgar Allen Poe
Get In The Van (excerpts) - Henry Rollins
City Boy - Leonard Michaels (my personal favorite)
Novels:
The Spoon River Anthology - Edgar Lee Masters
The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy (book 1) - Douglas Adams
The Odyssesy - Homer
So, which ever gets the most votes I'll do an audio recording of each separate. If I get no votes or ideas, I'll just read whatever the fuck I want.
Now.
2. A story.
This is a story my grandfather told me, it's in first person, and mind you- he comes from a different generation, so the word nigger was tossed around a lot. PLEASE NOTE; I'm not racist, I don't endorse bigotry, but I feel like the story is all the better if it's explained like he explained it to me. I just wanted to say that as not to offend anyone, if that does I'm seriously sorry. It's just the generation he came from.
I was sitting at the kitchen table. My grandma was on the phone in the computer room. It was around five thirty, though it was dark because it was winter. Across from me sat my grandpa. They recently yelled at me for whatever reason. He started telling me a story of how he never thought about stuff until it was too late. Here's what he said.
"Yeah Josh, you just gotta think about shit before you mess stuff up. Like, this one time alright- I was maybe 18, 19. I was in this gang at the time, we thought we were some bad motherfuckers back then. I was walking down the sidewalk and I saw this group of niggers, so I just kept walking, big deal you know. So I started walking by them and this one looked at me and said 'you think you bad? you think you can fuck with us?' I said 'we'll find out', so they ended up just walking away. They didn't want to fuck with me, I was a bad motherfucker back then. Next day I was in my car the same group of niggers drives up right next to me at a stop light, they look into my car, they see me and they say 'you ready to fuck around?', I said 'bring it the fuck on', they looked at me and said 'There's five of us, only one of you', so I said back 'Hmmm, well let's see'. I pulled out a shotgun and pointed it into their car and said 'alright, which one of you mothefuckers is first?' they drove away and I got out of the car and fuck, I must have shot 5 shots straight into their car as they drove away. Later on the cops come by my house and say 'we got a report of some guy in a blue car shooting down the street, you know anything about it?' I told them no, even though my fucking blue Malibu was sitting there in the driveway, see I could've went to jail for concealed weapons, at the time I didn't give a fuck."
Okay, that's part 1, this second part makes no sense. I mean it's a cool story, but essentially he just wants to tell stories instead of warning me to change my ways, you'll see.
"Man, those times were different. there was this guy the Doctor we called him, he always walked around with a jacket on, under his jacket he had a double shoulder holster and two magnums at all times. Doctor was fucking crazy. He always cruised with this nigger, but not a nigger, just a black guy we called Hollywood. Hollywood was fucking insane too. Anyways, Doctor got into a bar fight one night and got stabbed. He got sent to the hospital and Hollywood came the next day to visit him. Doctor ended up dying in the hospital of complications or something, so Hollywood grabbed Doctor's guns and went out and hunted that motherfucker who stabbed him."
I did a bit of improvisation with the second, because I couldn't completely remember the story, thereby it being shittier.
I really wish I could tell stories like my grandpa.
That's just one gift I don't have at all.
That's it, that's all, that's all there is.
- Josh.
Don't forget to vote on the audiobook, just leave a comment!!!
I can only write about things that annoy me when stuff is actually going on, but I do have two things to talk about right now.
The first is this.
I dig reading, I dig audiobooks. If you're someone who likes my voice (or interested in hearing what my voice sounds like), then this might interest you, otherwise- wank off.
I want to record and audio book or something.
So, here's what I'm going to do.
I'm giving you the choice, there will be three categories of stuff I'll read from- though you can add your own in.
I'll read three different things: one set of poems, one series of short stories, and one novel or novella.
Here are the choices.
Poems:
Where the sidewalk ends - Shel Silverstein
Raven (and others) - Edgar Allen Poe
One From None - Henry Rollins
Short Stories:
The Tell Tale Heart - Edgar Allen Poe
Get In The Van (excerpts) - Henry Rollins
City Boy - Leonard Michaels (my personal favorite)
Novels:
The Spoon River Anthology - Edgar Lee Masters
The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy (book 1) - Douglas Adams
The Odyssesy - Homer
So, which ever gets the most votes I'll do an audio recording of each separate. If I get no votes or ideas, I'll just read whatever the fuck I want.
Now.
2. A story.
This is a story my grandfather told me, it's in first person, and mind you- he comes from a different generation, so the word nigger was tossed around a lot. PLEASE NOTE; I'm not racist, I don't endorse bigotry, but I feel like the story is all the better if it's explained like he explained it to me. I just wanted to say that as not to offend anyone, if that does I'm seriously sorry. It's just the generation he came from.
I was sitting at the kitchen table. My grandma was on the phone in the computer room. It was around five thirty, though it was dark because it was winter. Across from me sat my grandpa. They recently yelled at me for whatever reason. He started telling me a story of how he never thought about stuff until it was too late. Here's what he said.
"Yeah Josh, you just gotta think about shit before you mess stuff up. Like, this one time alright- I was maybe 18, 19. I was in this gang at the time, we thought we were some bad motherfuckers back then. I was walking down the sidewalk and I saw this group of niggers, so I just kept walking, big deal you know. So I started walking by them and this one looked at me and said 'you think you bad? you think you can fuck with us?' I said 'we'll find out', so they ended up just walking away. They didn't want to fuck with me, I was a bad motherfucker back then. Next day I was in my car the same group of niggers drives up right next to me at a stop light, they look into my car, they see me and they say 'you ready to fuck around?', I said 'bring it the fuck on', they looked at me and said 'There's five of us, only one of you', so I said back 'Hmmm, well let's see'. I pulled out a shotgun and pointed it into their car and said 'alright, which one of you mothefuckers is first?' they drove away and I got out of the car and fuck, I must have shot 5 shots straight into their car as they drove away. Later on the cops come by my house and say 'we got a report of some guy in a blue car shooting down the street, you know anything about it?' I told them no, even though my fucking blue Malibu was sitting there in the driveway, see I could've went to jail for concealed weapons, at the time I didn't give a fuck."
Okay, that's part 1, this second part makes no sense. I mean it's a cool story, but essentially he just wants to tell stories instead of warning me to change my ways, you'll see.
"Man, those times were different. there was this guy the Doctor we called him, he always walked around with a jacket on, under his jacket he had a double shoulder holster and two magnums at all times. Doctor was fucking crazy. He always cruised with this nigger, but not a nigger, just a black guy we called Hollywood. Hollywood was fucking insane too. Anyways, Doctor got into a bar fight one night and got stabbed. He got sent to the hospital and Hollywood came the next day to visit him. Doctor ended up dying in the hospital of complications or something, so Hollywood grabbed Doctor's guns and went out and hunted that motherfucker who stabbed him."
I did a bit of improvisation with the second, because I couldn't completely remember the story, thereby it being shittier.
I really wish I could tell stories like my grandpa.
That's just one gift I don't have at all.
That's it, that's all, that's all there is.
- Josh.
Don't forget to vote on the audiobook, just leave a comment!!!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Sup?
Hi there.
Not much to REALLY report.
If you're one of those who noticed that the previous blog was removed for uh... Personal reasons, I apologize.
I'll make up for my inadequate blog posting over the weekend.
- Josh.
Not much to REALLY report.
If you're one of those who noticed that the previous blog was removed for uh... Personal reasons, I apologize.
I'll make up for my inadequate blog posting over the weekend.
- Josh.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Warning Signs.
Good evening silencenauts (a phrase I will fucking coin!) I just got into a short (but heated) discussion with someone about cars.
Here it is, mind you I've removed the name of the other person.
[19:47] itsjoshbennett: XXX
[19:47] XXX: hey
[19:48] itsjoshbennett: sup?
[19:48] XXX: just got home..you?
[19:48] itsjoshbennett: chillin
[19:48] XXX: thats coool
[19:49] itsjoshbennett: mos def.
[19:49] XXX: haha
[19:50] XXX: I want the new ford fusion.
[19:50] XXX: its cuteee
[19:51] itsjoshbennett: pff
[19:52] XXX: what it is
[19:52] XXX: wanna buy me one
[19:52] itsjoshbennett: nahhhh
[19:52] XXX: http://cache.jalopnik.com/cars/assets/resources/2006/10/Ford%20Fusion%203dCarbon%20TOP.jpg
[19:52] itsjoshbennett: I don't like vehicles.
[19:52] XXX: look at that
[19:53] XXX: i want a white one with tinted windows
[19:53] itsjoshbennett: http://davidkearns.com/content/binary/2006_Volkswagen_Jetta_1_ext.gif
[19:54] XXX: nah
[19:54] itsjoshbennett: soooo much better for the environment.
[19:54] XXX: well i don't have an uncle that can give me one of those cheap.
[19:55] itsjoshbennett: just because you can get a discount doesn't exactly mean it's the beast car.
[19:55] itsjoshbennett: best*
[19:55] XXX: no
[19:55] XXX: I can get any ford I want.
[19:55] XXX: for cheaper
[19:56] XXX: i hope haha
[19:56] itsjoshbennett: VW > Ford
Volvo > Ford
Piece Of Shit > Ford, GM, Toyota
[19:56] XXX: not really
[19:56] itsjoshbennett: How so?
[19:57] XXX: why is volvo better?
[19:57] itsjoshbennett: Rally cars forever.
[19:57] XXX: nah
[19:58] itsjoshbennett: better mileage, better effiency, amazing crash test ratings. Fuck yeah.
[19:58] XXX: haha
[19:59] XXX: oh well
[19:59] itsjoshbennett: apathy kills, tard.
[19:59] XXX: idk what apathy is. but yeah
[19:59] itsjoshbennett: the lack of caring towards things that geniunely matter.
[20:00] XXX: oh
[20:00] XXX: I plan to be a careful driver.
[20:00] itsjoshbennett: that doesn't matter
[20:00] itsjoshbennett: not on a global scale
[20:00] itsjoshbennett: planning isn't doing
[20:00] XXX: idc
[20:00] XXX: i'm not getting into it.
[20:01] itsjoshbennett: then don't start.
[20:01] XXX: i'm not
[20:01] XXX: i'm not allowed to have my own opinion?
[20:01] itsjoshbennett: Don't recall saying that.
[20:01] XXX: kbye
[20:01] itsjoshbennett: Uh... Alright.
So, that was it.
Now, I'm not posting it to make anyone feel dumb or anything- I'm posting it to fill space, and to prove what I've said.
I said that I will post about people unless they tell me not to.
so, I did talk to Joe Rogan.
I went to his live webcam feed and he asked my question.
I asked:
So, you have a pretty big opinion over Carlos Mencia, what about comedians like Patton Oswalt, Brian Poeshn, Eugene Mirman, Mike B., Louis C.K.?
He replied:
Funny is funny. Those guys you mentioned- they're all funny. Its' the fucking idiots like Dane Cook and Mencia who are ruining the career.
Fuck I love that guy, haha.
Maybe I'll have something interesting to post later.
- Josh.
Here it is, mind you I've removed the name of the other person.
[19:47] itsjoshbennett: XXX
[19:47] XXX: hey
[19:48] itsjoshbennett: sup?
[19:48] XXX: just got home..you?
[19:48] itsjoshbennett: chillin
[19:48] XXX: thats coool
[19:49] itsjoshbennett: mos def.
[19:49] XXX: haha
[19:50] XXX: I want the new ford fusion.
[19:50] XXX: its cuteee
[19:51] itsjoshbennett: pff
[19:52] XXX: what it is
[19:52] XXX: wanna buy me one
[19:52] itsjoshbennett: nahhhh
[19:52] XXX: http://
[19:52] itsjoshbennett: I don't like vehicles.
[19:52] XXX: look at that
[19:53] XXX: i want a white one with tinted windows
[19:53] itsjoshbennett: http://
[19:54] XXX: nah
[19:54] itsjoshbennett: soooo much better for the environment.
[19:54] XXX: well i don't have an uncle that can give me one of those cheap.
[19:55] itsjoshbennett: just because you can get a discount doesn't exactly mean it's the beast car.
[19:55] itsjoshbennett: best*
[19:55] XXX: no
[19:55] XXX: I can get any ford I want.
[19:55] XXX: for cheaper
[19:56] XXX: i hope haha
[19:56] itsjoshbennett: VW > Ford
Volvo > Ford
Piece Of Shit > Ford, GM, Toyota
[19:56] XXX: not really
[19:56] itsjoshbennett: How so?
[19:57] XXX: why is volvo better?
[19:57] itsjoshbennett: Rally cars forever.
[19:57] XXX: nah
[19:58] itsjoshbennett: better mileage, better effiency, amazing crash test ratings. Fuck yeah.
[19:58] XXX: haha
[19:59] XXX: oh well
[19:59] itsjoshbennett: apathy kills, tard.
[19:59] XXX: idk what apathy is. but yeah
[19:59] itsjoshbennett: the lack of caring towards things that geniunely matter.
[20:00] XXX: oh
[20:00] XXX: I plan to be a careful driver.
[20:00] itsjoshbennett: that doesn't matter
[20:00] itsjoshbennett: not on a global scale
[20:00] itsjoshbennett: planning isn't doing
[20:00] XXX: idc
[20:00] XXX: i'm not getting into it.
[20:01] itsjoshbennett: then don't start.
[20:01] XXX: i'm not
[20:01] XXX: i'm not allowed to have my own opinion?
[20:01] itsjoshbennett: Don't recall saying that.
[20:01] XXX: kbye
[20:01] itsjoshbennett: Uh... Alright.
So, that was it.
Now, I'm not posting it to make anyone feel dumb or anything- I'm posting it to fill space, and to prove what I've said.
I said that I will post about people unless they tell me not to.
so, I did talk to Joe Rogan.
I went to his live webcam feed and he asked my question.
I asked:
So, you have a pretty big opinion over Carlos Mencia, what about comedians like Patton Oswalt, Brian Poeshn, Eugene Mirman, Mike B., Louis C.K.?
He replied:
Funny is funny. Those guys you mentioned- they're all funny. Its' the fucking idiots like Dane Cook and Mencia who are ruining the career.
Fuck I love that guy, haha.
Maybe I'll have something interesting to post later.
- Josh.
Friday, January 18, 2008
A Monologue.
So, this is an excerpt from this new thing I'm working on called Morty's this isn't my real blog for the day, just something I found interesting.
I'm not gonna talk about Morty's though, because it's... well, too complicated to explain.
I'll give you this much; it's four short stories, all revolving around one thing.
That's it!
Here's the monologue:
I sat there... in the dark staring at the wall. There was light shining in through the window above my desk. Why was I sitting in the dark, why the fuck was I sitting in the dark. My clock read 2:45 AM; I shouldn't be here, I should be out there- looking for the fucking prick. The prick who is married to the woman I love. I should fucking kill him... I might. It's wrong to do, and truthfully... She's his wife. I don't even know if she loves me, if she likes me, if she fucking cares about me... Is that really a risk I'm willing to take? To kill some guy who never harmed me for a woman I hardly know? I might. I will. When though? I follow him every night, following orders. Why did she hire me to trail him? I know there are tons of other PI's in this town, let alone this state. Why me? I love her, and I don't know her. I know she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, that's all I need to know. I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill her fucking husband.
I'm not gonna talk about Morty's though, because it's... well, too complicated to explain.
I'll give you this much; it's four short stories, all revolving around one thing.
That's it!
Here's the monologue:
I sat there... in the dark staring at the wall. There was light shining in through the window above my desk. Why was I sitting in the dark, why the fuck was I sitting in the dark. My clock read 2:45 AM; I shouldn't be here, I should be out there- looking for the fucking prick. The prick who is married to the woman I love. I should fucking kill him... I might. It's wrong to do, and truthfully... She's his wife. I don't even know if she loves me, if she likes me, if she fucking cares about me... Is that really a risk I'm willing to take? To kill some guy who never harmed me for a woman I hardly know? I might. I will. When though? I follow him every night, following orders. Why did she hire me to trail him? I know there are tons of other PI's in this town, let alone this state. Why me? I love her, and I don't know her. I know she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, that's all I need to know. I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill her fucking husband.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Heart attacks and Hurricanes.
Good (late) evening.
So, I went through... Two traumatic experiences today, we'll go in order of how they affected me.
3. I quit posting on rarmy.net
I love the site, and I dig (most of) the people there. It's a cool site for anyone bored. It's kind of like a small family over there, but they're always looking for new members so head over.
My reasoning behind this is simple. I've changed, changed to a worse person than I ever was. I feel shitty about everything I do, and that site wasn't helping. I had a bad tendency to not shut up and get bitched at constantly, so I'd bring that out here because I'm a puss. I figured, if I want to be a better person, I should try to keep bad things out of my life. I hope one day I get the self-esteem to visit the site again.
2. I was called a narcissist.
That's a first actually. I didn't REALLY mind, but I was kind of happy someone called me out. Of course it was via myspace and it was one of my friends, but I was still pretty happy someone called me out on you.
I never knew I was a narcissist, I mean I'm not saying I'm not- but I'm just saying I've been unaware.
1. My girlfriends mom saw my penis.
Yep.
Okay, in this post
I said that I put Christina's (my girlfriend) phone down my pants, took a picture (without looking) and sent it to her e-mail (once again, one handed texting, not looking. I'd say that's a win).
WELL, apparently her mother was looking through her phone... And I actually sent a picture of my penis.
Yes, that's right, a picture of my penis was seen by her mother.
Now, mind you- I was wearing boxers, and if you're a guy- you know the hanes boxers hole-thingy doesn't conceal shit!
So, don't be too surprised.
Now,
A. It's embarrassing as ALL HELL.
B. Can you say "fucked"?
Well, I get on Yahoo and Christina says her mom saw a picture of my penis on her phone.
So, I immediately went to my pillow and screamed "FUCK" for at least five minutes.
I end up going to bed shortly thereafter.
I wake up, expecting a phone call.
None.
So, I sit around- mind you I'm having mini-heart attacks the entire day everytime the phone rings, because I AM SCARED SHITLESS.
HER MOTHER IS A NINJA.
I AM NOT KIDDING.
Anyways.
The day goes by all too slowly- I go for a walk with Matt, and I get back around 7:45PM...
I walk into the living room and my grandma tells me Christina called.
So, I grab the phone and sit there staring at it for at least 20 minutes.
... Then it wrang, it was Christina.
Christina: Josh?
Me: Yeah.
Christina: Hey uh... My mom wants to talk to you.
So as you can imagine it was awkward as hell, and scary.
In the end her mother said I'm forbidden to see her for three weeks, and then after that I have to spend another few weeks hanging with her parents getting to know them.
Yeah, yeah...
- Josh.
So, I went through... Two traumatic experiences today, we'll go in order of how they affected me.
3. I quit posting on rarmy.net
I love the site, and I dig (most of) the people there. It's a cool site for anyone bored. It's kind of like a small family over there, but they're always looking for new members so head over.
My reasoning behind this is simple. I've changed, changed to a worse person than I ever was. I feel shitty about everything I do, and that site wasn't helping. I had a bad tendency to not shut up and get bitched at constantly, so I'd bring that out here because I'm a puss. I figured, if I want to be a better person, I should try to keep bad things out of my life. I hope one day I get the self-esteem to visit the site again.
2. I was called a narcissist.
That's a first actually. I didn't REALLY mind, but I was kind of happy someone called me out. Of course it was via myspace and it was one of my friends, but I was still pretty happy someone called me out on you.
I never knew I was a narcissist, I mean I'm not saying I'm not- but I'm just saying I've been unaware.
1. My girlfriends mom saw my penis.
Yep.
Okay, in this post
I said that I put Christina's (my girlfriend) phone down my pants, took a picture (without looking) and sent it to her e-mail (once again, one handed texting, not looking. I'd say that's a win).
WELL, apparently her mother was looking through her phone... And I actually sent a picture of my penis.
Yes, that's right, a picture of my penis was seen by her mother.
Now, mind you- I was wearing boxers, and if you're a guy- you know the hanes boxers hole-thingy doesn't conceal shit!
So, don't be too surprised.
Now,
A. It's embarrassing as ALL HELL.
B. Can you say "fucked"?
Well, I get on Yahoo and Christina says her mom saw a picture of my penis on her phone.
So, I immediately went to my pillow and screamed "FUCK" for at least five minutes.
I end up going to bed shortly thereafter.
I wake up, expecting a phone call.
None.
So, I sit around- mind you I'm having mini-heart attacks the entire day everytime the phone rings, because I AM SCARED SHITLESS.
HER MOTHER IS A NINJA.
I AM NOT KIDDING.
Anyways.
The day goes by all too slowly- I go for a walk with Matt, and I get back around 7:45PM...
I walk into the living room and my grandma tells me Christina called.
So, I grab the phone and sit there staring at it for at least 20 minutes.
... Then it wrang, it was Christina.
Christina: Josh?
Me: Yeah.
Christina: Hey uh... My mom wants to talk to you.
So as you can imagine it was awkward as hell, and scary.
In the end her mother said I'm forbidden to see her for three weeks, and then after that I have to spend another few weeks hanging with her parents getting to know them.
Yeah, yeah...
- Josh.
Xenu got to youtube!
It would seem that the popular Tom Cruise Scientology video has been removed from most websites.
Here's what happened when I tried watching the video on youtube.
(click the image to see larger)
Also- not taken on my computer, the screenshot was taken on the other computer.
Because, well fuck AOL.
Here's what happened when I tried watching the video on youtube.
(click the image to see larger)
Also- not taken on my computer, the screenshot was taken on the other computer.
Because, well fuck AOL.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Let's try.
So, this is what I shall (in the future) refer to as the experimental blog.
First in business:
The since forgotten audio-blog.
I've done it.
BUT.
I thought I did it in .mp3 format, but I turned out doing it in .wav, so sorry.
ALSO: It's very brushy, you can often hear me stutter and breathe into the mic. and stuff, which I did because I was on my other computer (that's closer to familia) and I had the mic closer to my face so and talked lower.
I also sound very nasally.
But, here it is.
Lemme know what you think.
On the next one, I want to try and be more detailed with my writing and learn to segway into other topics, it's something I really think I need to work on. For the most part it's pretty monosyllabic to read, and understand. So, here is my stab at segways and details.
I was woken up at 9:30 this morning by my grandma, she comes in saying her casual "Josh, wake up" which I've because used to. I get up, turn on the computer (which makes a very loud sound when I first turn it on), and sat at the computer until I was given my log-in screen.
I logged in, and waited anxiously for the start up to end so I could get on with my day.
After about 10 minutes of staring at the ECOT background, I logged on for some work.
I got hard at work doing a few different essays for a few different classes, it's been my casual work lately, long, boring essays.
I went on break at around eleven, I ate some spaghetti and drank tea while watching the previous nights' Conan.
Around eleven-forty five or so, I headed back to the computer class.
I finished up around one.
I went downstairs and sat around for a while listening to Dr. Drew Live that I had put on the iPod before getting in the shower.
Eventually I showered and shaved. Soon after, I went upstairs, and got on AIM.
I talked to a few people (notably: Matt, Daan, and Katlin) before going downstairs.
I was watching the special features on Superbad when Christina showed up.
She walks downstairs and we finish watching this little doc about the music of Superbad, it was cool, it had some funk legends (namely Bootsy Collins).
We sit around and she helps me with my little project: the DvD player downstairs is kind of gay, it's play some DvD's fine- but others it'll just play a blue screen.
So, we did that for a while.
It was long and boring.
Too many movies that didn't work (including some of my favorites; Pulp Fiction, American Splendor, Dazed and Confused) and we sat around and watched some TV afterwards.
She gets up to go to the bathroom- when I notice her phone sitting on this dark tray thing next to the love seat.
So, I grab the phone, stick it down my pants- take a picture without looking and send it to her e-mail (without telling her, I think it's funny, whatever).
We get bored and go upstairs.
We watch 3/5 of Pulp Fiction before her father comes around.
She kisses me and she leaves.
I grab some eats (turkey, mashed potatoes, corn) and listen to Dr. Drew Live in which he mentions a medication my Grandma is on (so she becomes interested and listens in).
I talk to Matt, and Katlin before bailing.
I watch Reno 911, and basically sit around pondering my blog for a bit. I eventually record the audio (and realize how under-detailed my postings are) and decide to post.
Hmm.
That was fun, but I wanna know what you think about the detailed version.
Here are two little things I want to talk about.
1. Public nudity
2. my blog.
1. Public nudity, I have no problem with it. I'm sure 3/4 of the people in my life have seen my ass or penis at some point. It's not a big deal to me, we've all seen them, why is it such a big deal?
Now, I mean whipping your junk out in front of kids is completely different, but whatever, I'm sure EVERY person who reads my blog has seen a penis or breasts at some point in their life!
2.
My blog, I'm pretty sure I'd go insane without my blog. If for some reason my grandparents read it and made me stop, I'd kill someone.
I would.
I'd hate god.
I'd probably cut myself, I'm not even kidding.
This blog is such therapy to me it's not even funny.
I may say how boring it is, but I need this blog.
It keeps me above water.
I feel better about myself, and I have no inclination to be angry at ANYONE when I write in it.
Without out I'm pretty sure I'd go into withdrawl.
Yeah, not much on that second one.
- Josh.
First in business:
The since forgotten audio-blog.
I've done it.
BUT.
I thought I did it in .mp3 format, but I turned out doing it in .wav, so sorry.
ALSO: It's very brushy, you can often hear me stutter and breathe into the mic. and stuff, which I did because I was on my other computer (that's closer to familia) and I had the mic closer to my face so and talked lower.
I also sound very nasally.
But, here it is.
Lemme know what you think.
On the next one, I want to try and be more detailed with my writing and learn to segway into other topics, it's something I really think I need to work on. For the most part it's pretty monosyllabic to read, and understand. So, here is my stab at segways and details.
I was woken up at 9:30 this morning by my grandma, she comes in saying her casual "Josh, wake up" which I've because used to. I get up, turn on the computer (which makes a very loud sound when I first turn it on), and sat at the computer until I was given my log-in screen.
I logged in, and waited anxiously for the start up to end so I could get on with my day.
After about 10 minutes of staring at the ECOT background, I logged on for some work.
I got hard at work doing a few different essays for a few different classes, it's been my casual work lately, long, boring essays.
I went on break at around eleven, I ate some spaghetti and drank tea while watching the previous nights' Conan.
Around eleven-forty five or so, I headed back to the computer class.
I finished up around one.
I went downstairs and sat around for a while listening to Dr. Drew Live that I had put on the iPod before getting in the shower.
Eventually I showered and shaved. Soon after, I went upstairs, and got on AIM.
I talked to a few people (notably: Matt, Daan, and Katlin) before going downstairs.
I was watching the special features on Superbad when Christina showed up.
She walks downstairs and we finish watching this little doc about the music of Superbad, it was cool, it had some funk legends (namely Bootsy Collins).
We sit around and she helps me with my little project: the DvD player downstairs is kind of gay, it's play some DvD's fine- but others it'll just play a blue screen.
So, we did that for a while.
It was long and boring.
Too many movies that didn't work (including some of my favorites; Pulp Fiction, American Splendor, Dazed and Confused) and we sat around and watched some TV afterwards.
She gets up to go to the bathroom- when I notice her phone sitting on this dark tray thing next to the love seat.
So, I grab the phone, stick it down my pants- take a picture without looking and send it to her e-mail (without telling her, I think it's funny, whatever).
We get bored and go upstairs.
We watch 3/5 of Pulp Fiction before her father comes around.
She kisses me and she leaves.
I grab some eats (turkey, mashed potatoes, corn) and listen to Dr. Drew Live in which he mentions a medication my Grandma is on (so she becomes interested and listens in).
I talk to Matt, and Katlin before bailing.
I watch Reno 911, and basically sit around pondering my blog for a bit. I eventually record the audio (and realize how under-detailed my postings are) and decide to post.
Hmm.
That was fun, but I wanna know what you think about the detailed version.
Here are two little things I want to talk about.
1. Public nudity
2. my blog.
1. Public nudity, I have no problem with it. I'm sure 3/4 of the people in my life have seen my ass or penis at some point. It's not a big deal to me, we've all seen them, why is it such a big deal?
Now, I mean whipping your junk out in front of kids is completely different, but whatever, I'm sure EVERY person who reads my blog has seen a penis or breasts at some point in their life!
2.
My blog, I'm pretty sure I'd go insane without my blog. If for some reason my grandparents read it and made me stop, I'd kill someone.
I would.
I'd hate god.
I'd probably cut myself, I'm not even kidding.
This blog is such therapy to me it's not even funny.
I may say how boring it is, but I need this blog.
It keeps me above water.
I feel better about myself, and I have no inclination to be angry at ANYONE when I write in it.
Without out I'm pretty sure I'd go into withdrawl.
Yeah, not much on that second one.
- Josh.
Alive and Well.
Evening my cohorts.
It's 10:16PM here on the east coast, and I'm reporting to you naked.
Anyways
Not much over the past two days, pretty boring.
Cramming before this semester ends, so it's pretty much lame.
Other than that- nothing.
It's 10:16PM here on the east coast, and I'm reporting to you naked.
Anyways
Not much over the past two days, pretty boring.
Cramming before this semester ends, so it's pretty much lame.
Other than that- nothing.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Too Early!
Horrah for terrible posting habits!
I do have a very fucked up posting habit, some days I'll post three or four times, another day I'll post once or not at all.
Pretty sad.
Anyways, nothing big happened on Sunday (that I recall), Monday however-
I sat around most of the day.
Mike and I went to McDonalds around 5 or so.
Saw Dom, Matt Wright, and some other cat up there.
Dom kept throwing shit at me, so we ended up getting into a semi-fist fight, in which I got punched in the balls and succumbed to pain like an 8 year old girl.
Afterwards we left, and I came home and sat around till ten, then crashed.
- Josh.
I do have a very fucked up posting habit, some days I'll post three or four times, another day I'll post once or not at all.
Pretty sad.
Anyways, nothing big happened on Sunday (that I recall), Monday however-
I sat around most of the day.
Mike and I went to McDonalds around 5 or so.
Saw Dom, Matt Wright, and some other cat up there.
Dom kept throwing shit at me, so we ended up getting into a semi-fist fight, in which I got punched in the balls and succumbed to pain like an 8 year old girl.
Afterwards we left, and I came home and sat around till ten, then crashed.
- Josh.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Mario.
Well, it's 6:40 here on sunday.
Not much happened so far today.
Probably nothing will.
Last night I went and saw Juno with Christina.
I liked seeing it again, and singing the entire soundtrack, which bothered people.
Not much to really write about, figured I'd throw a little something up though.
Now, off to watch Firefly.
- Josh.
Not much happened so far today.
Probably nothing will.
Last night I went and saw Juno with Christina.
I liked seeing it again, and singing the entire soundtrack, which bothered people.
Not much to really write about, figured I'd throw a little something up though.
Now, off to watch Firefly.
- Josh.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Rolling!
Good evening, I just woke up. I'm a tad cranky- so I figured I'd be good to post about something that angers me.
People who drive gas guzzlers purposely.
Now, I'll allow your destruction of our environment if you have no other mode of transportation, and no other way to travel. I understand that, times are rough, but I wish to attack the people who drive Hummers, and those giant fucking trucks for no real need.
Now, my uncle works for GM, and I chastise him because of their low gas-efficiency, all his (and my aunts) vehicles are those fucking massive mini monster trucks that get like 8 to the gallon.
Now, I have no respect at all for GM, their most notable environment destroyer is the Hummer.
The ugly fucking giant beast that it is.
It reflects all that's bad with this country; consumerism, materialism, and apathy.
I see people driving around this small little town driving those massive fucking vehicles and I just feel like throwing a fucking brick at it.
As far as I'm concerned those fucking Hummers should be melted down and we could use those metals for things we actually need. Not to mention the pure gasoline we could save.
I have a theory.
Every man, and woman who drives a gas guzzler (we're just gonna keep using the Hummer for reference) should essentially have to go to give up a pint of their blood for a gallon of gas.
You want to fill up the truck? Well, we've gotta take your blood.
I don't care what they do with the blood, but I think them being nauseated and unable to drive would be perfect punishment for driving that vehicle.
It bothers me that people are getting so apathetic to the environment, and I'm sure theres more that I could do- but I'm trying.
We can't do shit to help our environment while vehicles like that exist.
BLOOD FOR HUMMERS!
- Josh.
People who drive gas guzzlers purposely.
Now, I'll allow your destruction of our environment if you have no other mode of transportation, and no other way to travel. I understand that, times are rough, but I wish to attack the people who drive Hummers, and those giant fucking trucks for no real need.
Now, my uncle works for GM, and I chastise him because of their low gas-efficiency, all his (and my aunts) vehicles are those fucking massive mini monster trucks that get like 8 to the gallon.
Now, I have no respect at all for GM, their most notable environment destroyer is the Hummer.
The ugly fucking giant beast that it is.
It reflects all that's bad with this country; consumerism, materialism, and apathy.
I see people driving around this small little town driving those massive fucking vehicles and I just feel like throwing a fucking brick at it.
As far as I'm concerned those fucking Hummers should be melted down and we could use those metals for things we actually need. Not to mention the pure gasoline we could save.
I have a theory.
Every man, and woman who drives a gas guzzler (we're just gonna keep using the Hummer for reference) should essentially have to go to give up a pint of their blood for a gallon of gas.
You want to fill up the truck? Well, we've gotta take your blood.
I don't care what they do with the blood, but I think them being nauseated and unable to drive would be perfect punishment for driving that vehicle.
It bothers me that people are getting so apathetic to the environment, and I'm sure theres more that I could do- but I'm trying.
We can't do shit to help our environment while vehicles like that exist.
BLOOD FOR HUMMERS!
- Josh.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Strict.
Well, it's 12:04 AM right now.
Just finished watching Celebrity Rehab With Dr. Drew, fucking amazing.
I hate reality shows, but seeing as it's being hosted by one of my hero's- I gave it a shot.
Glad I did, it's pretty good.
Sad of course, but good nonetheless.
My past blog reviewed how people are getting a tad angry at my blog.
Well, this one- I'm going to say this- as a final word to it.
I'm done referencing people.
From now on any persons that are included with my "points" will be directed in the fashion of "X" or some other character.
They'll still know who they are, but I guess it's better than everyone else knowing.
- Josh.
Just finished watching Celebrity Rehab With Dr. Drew, fucking amazing.
I hate reality shows, but seeing as it's being hosted by one of my hero's- I gave it a shot.
Glad I did, it's pretty good.
Sad of course, but good nonetheless.
My past blog reviewed how people are getting a tad angry at my blog.
Well, this one- I'm going to say this- as a final word to it.
I'm done referencing people.
From now on any persons that are included with my "points" will be directed in the fashion of "X" or some other character.
They'll still know who they are, but I guess it's better than everyone else knowing.
- Josh.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Apologies, I guess.
So, I got backlash for my post yesterday.
I checked my Myspace (fuck you) and I got a comment from XXX (as she will be renamed) and it read:
"thanks for making me sound like a bitch and stupid.
but yet in person you're completely different?
riiiight."
Okay, now I must piece this apart, because it truly makes little sense to me, other than her being angry.
"thanks for making me sound like a bitch and stupid."
I didn't report anything other than how I heard it. I cut some pieces out, but they were extensions and would have only make the blog even longer. If she truly wants to debate this, then she can write to me and I'll post it completely unedited on the blog, I have no problem admitting to my faults.
"but yet in person you're completely different?"
Umm, this makes little sense to me.
Is she saying that I'm different in person, or she's different in person?
Fuck that one is confusing.
Maybe I should pick that apart even farther.
It may sound on the previous that she is some retard, but far from it in person. She is, and will always be one of my best friends. So, if my blog reflected here in less than amiable light, then I apologize if that's how it came across.
Now, am I different in person? I don't really believe so, I might curse more and be funnier, but for the most part I believe I'm the same person.
"riiiight"
Woo!
Now, I feel I should I speak on something.
If you're a part of my life, you'll be on this blog, one time or another.
If you say something that strikes me, or catches me, you'll be a part of this blog.
I CANNOT HELP IT.
I WRITE WHAT I KNOW, I DO NOT WRITE FICTION, NOR WILL I EVER.
I'm also NOT looking to lose friends, and that's one fear about my blog.
So, this is a chance. Anyone who knows me, if you never want to be mentioned, leave me a comment (I'll even delete the comment with your name in it) and your name will NEVER be mentioned.
Otherwise- SUCK IT UP.
- Josh.
I checked my Myspace (fuck you) and I got a comment from XXX (as she will be renamed) and it read:
"thanks for making me sound like a bitch and stupid.
but yet in person you're completely different?
riiiight."
Okay, now I must piece this apart, because it truly makes little sense to me, other than her being angry.
"thanks for making me sound like a bitch and stupid."
I didn't report anything other than how I heard it. I cut some pieces out, but they were extensions and would have only make the blog even longer. If she truly wants to debate this, then she can write to me and I'll post it completely unedited on the blog, I have no problem admitting to my faults.
"but yet in person you're completely different?"
Umm, this makes little sense to me.
Is she saying that I'm different in person, or she's different in person?
Fuck that one is confusing.
Maybe I should pick that apart even farther.
It may sound on the previous that she is some retard, but far from it in person. She is, and will always be one of my best friends. So, if my blog reflected here in less than amiable light, then I apologize if that's how it came across.
Now, am I different in person? I don't really believe so, I might curse more and be funnier, but for the most part I believe I'm the same person.
"riiiight"
Woo!
Now, I feel I should I speak on something.
If you're a part of my life, you'll be on this blog, one time or another.
If you say something that strikes me, or catches me, you'll be a part of this blog.
I CANNOT HELP IT.
I WRITE WHAT I KNOW, I DO NOT WRITE FICTION, NOR WILL I EVER.
I'm also NOT looking to lose friends, and that's one fear about my blog.
So, this is a chance. Anyone who knows me, if you never want to be mentioned, leave me a comment (I'll even delete the comment with your name in it) and your name will NEVER be mentioned.
Otherwise- SUCK IT UP.
- Josh.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
She called me a baby killer.
So, I just got called a baby killer by my ex-girlfriend.
I was walking home with my ex-girlfriend (XXX), and her friend (Baily). We walked past a bush and Baily said something about President Bush (I don't even know), and XXX said
"I'm a conservative"
I said
"I'm a liberal"
XXX
"Gross"
Baily
"God yes!" and she gave me a high five.
XXX
"Well, my brother is super conservative, and so I am"
Me
"That's a great way to look at the universe"
XXX
"Well, he told me a bunch of stuff that I agree with, so I become conservative"
Me
"That's... cool."
I began to walk away...
Then XXX "You're a baby killer!"
To which I reply
"Yeah, I'm gonna go to my house slash abortion clinic and do some work on Jamie-Lynn"
I walked away.
Now, here's what I want to make a point to.
Just because I'm a Liberal, does that mean I like killing babies? no.
I think it's complete and utter bullshit like that which is why there is such a divide in this country.
I'm a Liberal, but I don't think every Conservative issue is completely idiotic.
Every group has it's ups and downs, just like anything else.
I'll always think that's the truth. I just happened to identify with more of the beliefs of Liberalism than those of Conservatism.
The fact that she took what her brother said for gospel makes me question it.
If I had gotten to her first and been like:
"Well Conservatives wish that everyone would wear tinfoil hats and believe in Scientology"
Then she could've very well believed me if she thinks that Liberalism stands for killing babies.
I mean, find out on your own for fucks sake.
Don't be an easily led automaton in this day and age, shit won't cut it.
I really don't want to talk about politics to be completely honest, but I felt some odd need to write about this.
No clue.
I write about what happens. Who knows, maybe by the end of the night I'll have something new for you, something better.
- Josh.
I was walking home with my ex-girlfriend (XXX), and her friend (Baily). We walked past a bush and Baily said something about President Bush (I don't even know), and XXX said
"I'm a conservative"
I said
"I'm a liberal"
XXX
"Gross"
Baily
"God yes!" and she gave me a high five.
XXX
"Well, my brother is super conservative, and so I am"
Me
"That's a great way to look at the universe"
XXX
"Well, he told me a bunch of stuff that I agree with, so I become conservative"
Me
"That's... cool."
I began to walk away...
Then XXX "You're a baby killer!"
To which I reply
"Yeah, I'm gonna go to my house slash abortion clinic and do some work on Jamie-Lynn"
I walked away.
Now, here's what I want to make a point to.
Just because I'm a Liberal, does that mean I like killing babies? no.
I think it's complete and utter bullshit like that which is why there is such a divide in this country.
I'm a Liberal, but I don't think every Conservative issue is completely idiotic.
Every group has it's ups and downs, just like anything else.
I'll always think that's the truth. I just happened to identify with more of the beliefs of Liberalism than those of Conservatism.
The fact that she took what her brother said for gospel makes me question it.
If I had gotten to her first and been like:
"Well Conservatives wish that everyone would wear tinfoil hats and believe in Scientology"
Then she could've very well believed me if she thinks that Liberalism stands for killing babies.
I mean, find out on your own for fucks sake.
Don't be an easily led automaton in this day and age, shit won't cut it.
I really don't want to talk about politics to be completely honest, but I felt some odd need to write about this.
No clue.
I write about what happens. Who knows, maybe by the end of the night I'll have something new for you, something better.
- Josh.
Tuesday, the 8th.
Good afternoon Silencenauts (I've decided to call my readers Silencenauts, kidding).
Listening to the Little Miss Sunshine soundtrack.
Not much went on yesterday.
Actually, there was a bit.
Did schoolwork and talked to the girlfriend.
Afterwards- Sam, and her sister Becky asked if I wanted to go on a walk with them. It was fun getting out of the house for once in a great while.
It was also really nice yesterday, and today as well.
Well, after the walk I came home, and called Cameron back.
He and I went walking for a few hours, met with Cody, Cody left to munch cock (natch). He left, Cameron and I kept walking.
Saw my cousin.
Yeah, boring days.
Well, I think I should apologize.
I mentioned I had a friend who annoyed me, and I really shouldn't point people out.
As true as I believe my sentiment was- I still shouldn't have pointed anyone out.
It's kinda mean.
I'm usually not mean enough to point out people genuinely in my life- and so I regret saying that, and sorry to the person.
See, I can be a sweetheart when I want to be.
- Josh
Listening to the Little Miss Sunshine soundtrack.
Not much went on yesterday.
Actually, there was a bit.
Did schoolwork and talked to the girlfriend.
Afterwards- Sam, and her sister Becky asked if I wanted to go on a walk with them. It was fun getting out of the house for once in a great while.
It was also really nice yesterday, and today as well.
Well, after the walk I came home, and called Cameron back.
He and I went walking for a few hours, met with Cody, Cody left to munch cock (natch). He left, Cameron and I kept walking.
Saw my cousin.
Yeah, boring days.
Well, I think I should apologize.
I mentioned I had a friend who annoyed me, and I really shouldn't point people out.
As true as I believe my sentiment was- I still shouldn't have pointed anyone out.
It's kinda mean.
I'm usually not mean enough to point out people genuinely in my life- and so I regret saying that, and sorry to the person.
See, I can be a sweetheart when I want to be.
- Josh
Sunday, January 6, 2008
ANOTHER
Well, this is making this previous post seem useless- I found something to bitch about.
The classification of an artist.
fuck the word artist.
I hate that word.
Everyone calls themselves an artist now, or they're interested in pursuing a career in "The Fine Arts".
Fuck you.
No one should ever call themselves or ever intend to pursue anything.
It's fucking ridiculous.
If I said
"I intend on fucking a donkey later tonight with cold spaghetti rubbed all over my chest", I'm sure you'd feel a little emotionally violated, and probably creeped out.
That's how I feel when I hear/read someone I know say "I have an interest in pursuing the fine arts"
FUCK YOU!
That shit is fucking pointless!
Just because some fucking dumb blonde moves to Hollywood doesn't mean she's gonna be an actress!
It mostly means she'll work at Starbucks, or get a bucket of semen poured on her face to get "into the industry".
No amount of classes in this universe can make you what you want to be in life.
You can take the classes and learn, or get better knowledge of- but unless you're actually good, you'll end up fucking nowhere.
This is just logical!
How the fuck do people ignore this logic?!
Somebody had shitty parents!
"Okay, so you may not be good at football Timmy, but fuck it! instead of looking for something you're good at and pursuing it, we'll just throw you into the game with no padding. Learn the hard way Timmy!"
I have a friend, a male friend. No names on this one.
Well, he's a complete dunce when it comes to certain things.
sharp as a tack, but dull as all fuck.
I love the guy, but he has no imagination.
He lives in a world of pure reality, no sense of imagination.
I can't do that, I have an entire fucking village of people who are in my head at all times, fucking, eating corn, whatever else.
And because of this- he is extremely unwitty, and pretty dull when it comes to things like being funny at the right instant.
(he also reads this blog)
Because of that, I think his options are limited in life.
He could probably be an amazing guitarist... Just not when writing his own stuff. Because he'd think too much about what made sense, other than what would sound the best, but he could probably play someone else's music to no fucking end, and amazingly- because he doesn't have the imagination and the mind to make something that sounded good.
I also think he'd suck if he went out for acting.
Because of his lack of imagination he couldn't be a method actor, he'd try WAY too fucking hard and ruin it.
Fuck it, let him be an engineer.
I might be blabbering nonsense, but...
FIND SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT AND PURSUE IT. DO NOT CHASE PIPE-DREAMS, YOU FUCK!
Also, if any of you wealthy white people have any money, I know someone who could use it more than you.
http://hourevolution.org/helpeter/
- Josh
The classification of an artist.
fuck the word artist.
I hate that word.
Everyone calls themselves an artist now, or they're interested in pursuing a career in "The Fine Arts".
Fuck you.
No one should ever call themselves or ever intend to pursue anything.
It's fucking ridiculous.
If I said
"I intend on fucking a donkey later tonight with cold spaghetti rubbed all over my chest", I'm sure you'd feel a little emotionally violated, and probably creeped out.
That's how I feel when I hear/read someone I know say "I have an interest in pursuing the fine arts"
FUCK YOU!
That shit is fucking pointless!
Just because some fucking dumb blonde moves to Hollywood doesn't mean she's gonna be an actress!
It mostly means she'll work at Starbucks, or get a bucket of semen poured on her face to get "into the industry".
No amount of classes in this universe can make you what you want to be in life.
You can take the classes and learn, or get better knowledge of- but unless you're actually good, you'll end up fucking nowhere.
This is just logical!
How the fuck do people ignore this logic?!
Somebody had shitty parents!
"Okay, so you may not be good at football Timmy, but fuck it! instead of looking for something you're good at and pursuing it, we'll just throw you into the game with no padding. Learn the hard way Timmy!"
I have a friend, a male friend. No names on this one.
Well, he's a complete dunce when it comes to certain things.
sharp as a tack, but dull as all fuck.
I love the guy, but he has no imagination.
He lives in a world of pure reality, no sense of imagination.
I can't do that, I have an entire fucking village of people who are in my head at all times, fucking, eating corn, whatever else.
And because of this- he is extremely unwitty, and pretty dull when it comes to things like being funny at the right instant.
(he also reads this blog)
Because of that, I think his options are limited in life.
He could probably be an amazing guitarist... Just not when writing his own stuff. Because he'd think too much about what made sense, other than what would sound the best, but he could probably play someone else's music to no fucking end, and amazingly- because he doesn't have the imagination and the mind to make something that sounded good.
I also think he'd suck if he went out for acting.
Because of his lack of imagination he couldn't be a method actor, he'd try WAY too fucking hard and ruin it.
Fuck it, let him be an engineer.
I might be blabbering nonsense, but...
FIND SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT AND PURSUE IT. DO NOT CHASE PIPE-DREAMS, YOU FUCK!
Also, if any of you wealthy white people have any money, I know someone who could use it more than you.
http://hourevolution.org/helpeter/
- Josh
Winner Circle.
Time- 12:24 AM.
Not much going on, listening to Explosions In The Sky.
I don't have much to bitch about tonight, it was a pretty good day.
I think my blog is starting to become Anger Management for me. I've been told I have a lot of built up anger, so I guess getting all of my frustration on here is a good thing- instead of taking it out on someone who doesn't deserve it.
I'm noticing it to take an effect on my life too, I have a better temper now, I don't get as angry- as easily.
It's a good thing.
I dig writing and getting my frustration out.
... Except when I don't have anything to get out.
In other news- I got a major headache.
So- I think that's all for now, hopefully I've have something to complain about tomorrow.
Not much going on, listening to Explosions In The Sky.
I don't have much to bitch about tonight, it was a pretty good day.
I think my blog is starting to become Anger Management for me. I've been told I have a lot of built up anger, so I guess getting all of my frustration on here is a good thing- instead of taking it out on someone who doesn't deserve it.
I'm noticing it to take an effect on my life too, I have a better temper now, I don't get as angry- as easily.
It's a good thing.
I dig writing and getting my frustration out.
... Except when I don't have anything to get out.
In other news- I got a major headache.
So- I think that's all for now, hopefully I've have something to complain about tomorrow.
Sunday- January 6th.
Right now, it's 1:46PM. I'm listening to the Juno soundtrack (which I pretty much already knew the words to).
Probably my favorite soundtrack ever, just ever.
It's mostly all indie, and children's songs, with the exception of Velvet Underground, and Sonic Youth.
I woke up a while ago, I slept amazingly.
Still tired really.
So, I planned on submitting one of my short stories to this short story contest I saw- but the contest ends tomorrow. So, next time.
I have a bunch of short stories just sitting around on the computer.
Some of them incredibly shitty, some of them pretty good. Mostly because I always write, and I don't mean that in an egocentric way, I just mean I always write. So obviously some are gonna be pretty shitty, and some might be good.
Oh well.
Well, there isn't much to talk about right now, hopefully go up and see Juno with Christina soon- or ever.
That'd be nice.
God I'm bored.
- Josh.
Probably my favorite soundtrack ever, just ever.
It's mostly all indie, and children's songs, with the exception of Velvet Underground, and Sonic Youth.
I woke up a while ago, I slept amazingly.
Still tired really.
So, I planned on submitting one of my short stories to this short story contest I saw- but the contest ends tomorrow. So, next time.
I have a bunch of short stories just sitting around on the computer.
Some of them incredibly shitty, some of them pretty good. Mostly because I always write, and I don't mean that in an egocentric way, I just mean I always write. So obviously some are gonna be pretty shitty, and some might be good.
Oh well.
Well, there isn't much to talk about right now, hopefully go up and see Juno with Christina soon- or ever.
That'd be nice.
God I'm bored.
- Josh.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Alright!
Right now, it's 1:20 AM.
Talking to MATT, and Anna.
I got some wicked gas. Smells month old bacon rolled around in year old eggs.
ANYWAYS
I promised in my previous blog I'd have something to bitch about- well I do.
I was talking to a friend earlier- she noted that she saw me at the movies the other night, which was fine- not unlikely to see someone I know at the movies on a Friday night.
She asked what I saw, I said Juno.
To which her reply was "fag", I asked what she saw... One Missed Call.
WHAT THE FUCK!
She said Juno looked fucking dumb.
Oh, okay- so people getting phone calls from their future selves is a much more plausible concept. Now, if she went and saw maybe I Am Legend, or Bucket List, something else other than One Missed Call... Then I wouldn't think she's fucking retarded.
Okay, my idea of how we should treat people who go see movies has changed. Now I think we should just take all of those people who go to see cunt rag movies like One Missed Call and just fucking throw them off bridges.
They aren't contributing to society!
The movie is a fucking remake of some Japanese film (though you could argue the connections in Juno between Jeni, Juno), and you know what? The original probably wasn't much better.
I just fucking hate people who actually fall into thinking these movies are actually good, and interesting.
You may go "Well, we're all different, why are you such a dick?!", I'm a dick because I hate people who have no respect for movies!
I know people who have given white chicks a 10/10 on their list! I will shit on that movie, then bake it in the oven, the take it out and shove it down those fucking idiot's throats!
THEY DESERVE IT!
- Josh.
Talking to MATT, and Anna.
I got some wicked gas. Smells month old bacon rolled around in year old eggs.
ANYWAYS
I promised in my previous blog I'd have something to bitch about- well I do.
I was talking to a friend earlier- she noted that she saw me at the movies the other night, which was fine- not unlikely to see someone I know at the movies on a Friday night.
She asked what I saw, I said Juno.
To which her reply was "fag", I asked what she saw... One Missed Call.
WHAT THE FUCK!
She said Juno looked fucking dumb.
Oh, okay- so people getting phone calls from their future selves is a much more plausible concept. Now, if she went and saw maybe I Am Legend, or Bucket List, something else other than One Missed Call... Then I wouldn't think she's fucking retarded.
Okay, my idea of how we should treat people who go see movies has changed. Now I think we should just take all of those people who go to see cunt rag movies like One Missed Call and just fucking throw them off bridges.
They aren't contributing to society!
The movie is a fucking remake of some Japanese film (though you could argue the connections in Juno between Jeni, Juno), and you know what? The original probably wasn't much better.
I just fucking hate people who actually fall into thinking these movies are actually good, and interesting.
You may go "Well, we're all different, why are you such a dick?!", I'm a dick because I hate people who have no respect for movies!
I know people who have given white chicks a 10/10 on their list! I will shit on that movie, then bake it in the oven, the take it out and shove it down those fucking idiot's throats!
THEY DESERVE IT!
- Josh.
Today.
Right now the time is 9:56, and I'm listening to Antsy Pants.
Some great lo-fi.
my day was kinda boring.
I sat around after I woke up.
My hardcore Christian family came in for whatever reason and we ordered up some pizza. Fun times I guess.
After that I went on a walk with Mike, we talked for a while until parting ways for the night.
Shortly after- Clay called and asked if I wanted to come over and play Rock Band, I told him no and he got pissy. I just don't really feel like sitting around playing video games with (possibly) his girlfriend, and Greg. Mind you- I have no idea if those two are over or not, I'm just guessing.
Not a big deal to me, I'm trudging into a fuck everybody mode.
I just get tired of people's shit.
Whenever I go hang with Clay, he and I are cool and he's usually pretty nice (I've said ALL of this many times), but the second someone else joins, he goes into "Let's poke fun at Josh", I don't support that shit. I'm the same around all people, and if I'm not- I just never realized. I'm just as much as a dick with three people around when there are 20 people around. I hate people who change around others.
I take a lot of shit from people, everybody- and like a coward- I never do shit about it.
Fucking weakness, I swear.
Jesus Christ I'm an attention whore, it's not on purpose, believe me; if I could knowingly stop- I really fucking would. This is my fucking blog though, I'll whore myself all I want.
OH- anyone who has been on the forums (all five of you), it MIGHT end up getting shut down and revamped for a new one. Still gotta talk with the Mike about it.
I don't have much to bitch about right now, but believe me- by the end of the night I will.
- Josh.
Some great lo-fi.
my day was kinda boring.
I sat around after I woke up.
My hardcore Christian family came in for whatever reason and we ordered up some pizza. Fun times I guess.
After that I went on a walk with Mike, we talked for a while until parting ways for the night.
Shortly after- Clay called and asked if I wanted to come over and play Rock Band, I told him no and he got pissy. I just don't really feel like sitting around playing video games with (possibly) his girlfriend, and Greg. Mind you- I have no idea if those two are over or not, I'm just guessing.
Not a big deal to me, I'm trudging into a fuck everybody mode.
I just get tired of people's shit.
Whenever I go hang with Clay, he and I are cool and he's usually pretty nice (I've said ALL of this many times), but the second someone else joins, he goes into "Let's poke fun at Josh", I don't support that shit. I'm the same around all people, and if I'm not- I just never realized. I'm just as much as a dick with three people around when there are 20 people around. I hate people who change around others.
I take a lot of shit from people, everybody- and like a coward- I never do shit about it.
Fucking weakness, I swear.
Jesus Christ I'm an attention whore, it's not on purpose, believe me; if I could knowingly stop- I really fucking would. This is my fucking blog though, I'll whore myself all I want.
OH- anyone who has been on the forums (all five of you), it MIGHT end up getting shut down and revamped for a new one. Still gotta talk with the Mike about it.
I don't have much to bitch about right now, but believe me- by the end of the night I will.
- Josh.
Nausea.
Hello there friends,
It's 3:56 PM, on this rainy, rainy, dreadful Saturday.
So, how about I had an emotional breakdown last night.
I finished my post about masturbating and sleep, to which I became extremely tired.
I laid in bed, and just thought about how I was a major fuck up, a failure, and a truly shitty boyfriend.
Been a long time since the failure cry.
Never happens to me that much, I usually just live in denial.
So, I laid there crying and thinking about my girlfriend, to which I stand up. Open my window... And scream "Fuck" For about two minutes.
I sat back down, then I laid against my wall and cried pretty heavily for a while. It was kind of depressing.
After that, I sat up- walked into the bathroom and blew my nose.
I called Christina and left her a message, then went to bed.
Oh well, shit happens.
Today, I woke up and just sat around. Sometime soon I'm probably gonna go on a walk with Mike, or something else.
- Josh.
It's 3:56 PM, on this rainy, rainy, dreadful Saturday.
So, how about I had an emotional breakdown last night.
I finished my post about masturbating and sleep, to which I became extremely tired.
I laid in bed, and just thought about how I was a major fuck up, a failure, and a truly shitty boyfriend.
Been a long time since the failure cry.
Never happens to me that much, I usually just live in denial.
So, I laid there crying and thinking about my girlfriend, to which I stand up. Open my window... And scream "Fuck" For about two minutes.
I sat back down, then I laid against my wall and cried pretty heavily for a while. It was kind of depressing.
After that, I sat up- walked into the bathroom and blew my nose.
I called Christina and left her a message, then went to bed.
Oh well, shit happens.
Today, I woke up and just sat around. Sometime soon I'm probably gonna go on a walk with Mike, or something else.
- Josh.
Why Am I Still Awake?
It's 4:25 AM, I'm sitting here downloading the new 1UP.com podcasts, listening to Streetlight Manifesto, and wondering why I'm still awake.
Not much going on, I'm tired.
Anyways.
I've been posting these blogs up on IMDB.com's Soapbox message board in hope of attracting some attention, I guess I'm a whore, or so they call me that there. I'm fine with it, I just want to get my writing out there, maybe it never will. That's fine by me, I mean I'd love it- but I'm not gonna push it.
I really don't have much to bitch about, my legs are feeling cramped as all hell. Otherwise I'm feeling alright.
I've came to a decision on the best type of sleep. Yes, there is more than one.
Ever been super, super, super tired. Like 3 days up tired? Where your bed feels 1,000,000 times more amazing than it casually would?
One thing can top that in my 17 year old book.
That 3 day tired, and then masturbating right before you sleep.
It feels like Jesus giving your penis (or vagina) a nice warm towel.
Fuck it's amazing!
I'm tempted to stay up another day or so just for that feeling!!!
I'm not really trying to be funny if it sounds like I'm struggling. I honestly think that is the most amazing sleep ever.
I'm searching my mind- and I don't think there is anything else that feels that amazing before sleep (maybe sex), other than a dangerous combo:
Nyquil + 3 Days Up + 3 days of built up ejaculate (I had to appeal to everyone) + pre-sleep masturbation = God nestling you in his strong arms.
- Josh.
Not much going on, I'm tired.
Anyways.
I've been posting these blogs up on IMDB.com's Soapbox message board in hope of attracting some attention, I guess I'm a whore, or so they call me that there. I'm fine with it, I just want to get my writing out there, maybe it never will. That's fine by me, I mean I'd love it- but I'm not gonna push it.
I really don't have much to bitch about, my legs are feeling cramped as all hell. Otherwise I'm feeling alright.
I've came to a decision on the best type of sleep. Yes, there is more than one.
Ever been super, super, super tired. Like 3 days up tired? Where your bed feels 1,000,000 times more amazing than it casually would?
One thing can top that in my 17 year old book.
That 3 day tired, and then masturbating right before you sleep.
It feels like Jesus giving your penis (or vagina) a nice warm towel.
Fuck it's amazing!
I'm tempted to stay up another day or so just for that feeling!!!
I'm not really trying to be funny if it sounds like I'm struggling. I honestly think that is the most amazing sleep ever.
I'm searching my mind- and I don't think there is anything else that feels that amazing before sleep (maybe sex), other than a dangerous combo:
Nyquil + 3 Days Up + 3 days of built up ejaculate (I had to appeal to everyone) + pre-sleep masturbation = God nestling you in his strong arms.
- Josh.
Friday, January 4, 2008
"Shenanigans"
Time right now 9:47- sitting around.
Just got home, went and saw Juno with a few cats.
GOOD fucking movie.
I really dug it, but I'm also a Michael Cera whore, so I really dug it.
I thought it was pretty good, but we had an incredibly fucktard crowd.
The entire crowd behind us was just retards.
It was like whiggers who were dragged there by their girlfriends thinking it was White Chicks 2: Prego Undacova
It was fucking idiotic.
There were these three guys in the row in front of us just poking fun at the movie the entire time, the one kept opening up his phone- like he was missing something important.
And the people behind us- there were these two girls who just laughed the entire time, not even at the funny parts- THE ENTIRE FUCKING MOVIE.
And we heard these guys behind us who were speculating the entire time what was happening in the movie- like they can't watch and find out themselves.
Also, there was guy with a booming voice who would just talk, but he didn't really bother me, he'd say like one word and then stop he'd be like "HEY", or "WHAT", or "YEAH!", and then just be silent- it was kind of funny.
I also happened to know the entire soundtrack and lip synced it to myself the entire time, partly bothering the girl sitting next to me.
I have an idea, we need another little plexiglass room in the theater, and it's sound proofed, there's maybe 20 seats in it altogether, there is a separate speaker hookup so they can hear in there, and so all of those people who never shut the fuck up can go in that room and let people who are genuine interested in the film can sit in the silence and bliss with the other respectable people.
That's just me.
- Josh.
Just got home, went and saw Juno with a few cats.
GOOD fucking movie.
I really dug it, but I'm also a Michael Cera whore, so I really dug it.
I thought it was pretty good, but we had an incredibly fucktard crowd.
The entire crowd behind us was just retards.
It was like whiggers who were dragged there by their girlfriends thinking it was White Chicks 2: Prego Undacova
It was fucking idiotic.
There were these three guys in the row in front of us just poking fun at the movie the entire time, the one kept opening up his phone- like he was missing something important.
And the people behind us- there were these two girls who just laughed the entire time, not even at the funny parts- THE ENTIRE FUCKING MOVIE.
And we heard these guys behind us who were speculating the entire time what was happening in the movie- like they can't watch and find out themselves.
Also, there was guy with a booming voice who would just talk, but he didn't really bother me, he'd say like one word and then stop he'd be like "HEY", or "WHAT", or "YEAH!", and then just be silent- it was kind of funny.
I also happened to know the entire soundtrack and lip synced it to myself the entire time, partly bothering the girl sitting next to me.
I have an idea, we need another little plexiglass room in the theater, and it's sound proofed, there's maybe 20 seats in it altogether, there is a separate speaker hookup so they can hear in there, and so all of those people who never shut the fuck up can go in that room and let people who are genuine interested in the film can sit in the silence and bliss with the other respectable people.
That's just me.
- Josh.
Don't make yourself an enigma.
It's 3:45, just woke up with some stomach ache, not fun.
None at all.
Well if you've noticed- I don't post EVERY SINGLE DAY anymore, mostly because- it was getting boring, right?
I got a few people telling me they dug the previous blog, and my hatred of hair extentions, so that was cool.
Past two days: Hung with Christina, hung with Clay, got my Hot Topic stuff in the mail, and started back on school.
Now.
Myspace is pretty much for attention whores, and attention seekers, right?
I've noticed something over the past week or so, I've been looking at people's profiles, and I notice a common thing in some profiles- which (while mind you this is an overall outline, not detailed) boils down to making themselves an enigma.
I saw stuff on their profile like "And you should try walking a day in my shoes!"
WHAT THE FUCK!
NO ONE FUCKING CARES.
I hate that shit, "I feel so sorry for my own problems- how about I bitch about them and try to sound like a hard ass"
It would be one thing if I'd never know this person, and they weren't an actual part of this life- but most of these people (one in particular) live in the same town as me, and the person just bitches all the time about how rap sucks (I'll touch on that in a little bit).
Fuck that.
Make fun of yourself, that's the only way I will ever respect that person again.
Mind you, I will never hurt another human, I'm a strict pacifist. BUT, I have no problem telling a person how I see or view something.
And as discombobulated as my logic may be at times, I still have the integrity to not give myself an internet messiah complex.
I fucking hate attention seekers, I can't see why anyone in this world craves the care of another person so dearly, those people don't know what it's like to be alone.
Just wait man, wait until you actually are alone, and you're friends are there to go
"Awwww just forget about them dumping you!"
THERE ARE BIGGER FUCKING WORRIES IN THIS UNIVERSE, YOU'RE PROBLEMS ARE MODEST AND INSIGNIFICANT.
Sorry for the all caps, it's the easiest way to imitate my scream though the internet.
Well, I'm done for the day.
- Josh.
None at all.
Well if you've noticed- I don't post EVERY SINGLE DAY anymore, mostly because- it was getting boring, right?
I got a few people telling me they dug the previous blog, and my hatred of hair extentions, so that was cool.
Past two days: Hung with Christina, hung with Clay, got my Hot Topic stuff in the mail, and started back on school.
Now.
Myspace is pretty much for attention whores, and attention seekers, right?
I've noticed something over the past week or so, I've been looking at people's profiles, and I notice a common thing in some profiles- which (while mind you this is an overall outline, not detailed) boils down to making themselves an enigma.
I saw stuff on their profile like "And you should try walking a day in my shoes!"
WHAT THE FUCK!
NO ONE FUCKING CARES.
I hate that shit, "I feel so sorry for my own problems- how about I bitch about them and try to sound like a hard ass"
It would be one thing if I'd never know this person, and they weren't an actual part of this life- but most of these people (one in particular) live in the same town as me, and the person just bitches all the time about how rap sucks (I'll touch on that in a little bit).
Fuck that.
Make fun of yourself, that's the only way I will ever respect that person again.
Mind you, I will never hurt another human, I'm a strict pacifist. BUT, I have no problem telling a person how I see or view something.
And as discombobulated as my logic may be at times, I still have the integrity to not give myself an internet messiah complex.
I fucking hate attention seekers, I can't see why anyone in this world craves the care of another person so dearly, those people don't know what it's like to be alone.
Just wait man, wait until you actually are alone, and you're friends are there to go
"Awwww just forget about them dumping you!"
THERE ARE BIGGER FUCKING WORRIES IN THIS UNIVERSE, YOU'RE PROBLEMS ARE MODEST AND INSIGNIFICANT.
Sorry for the all caps, it's the easiest way to imitate my scream though the internet.
Well, I'm done for the day.
- Josh.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
January 1st (number 2)
So, I'm sitting here talking to Matt, and another person who will not be named.
She's telling me about her horrific night.
She made out with a bunch of guys, then gave oral sex to like two of them, and she's feeling pretty low, and so I've kinda just been talking to her for a while, trying to make her feel a tad better, though I'm not very good at making people feel better about themselves.
Anyways.
So, Matt and I have a little project in the work.
I'm not really talking about it right now, for two reasons:
1. No one probably fucking cares (admit it).
2. It's in the early stages of development, I mean EARLY.
I, like many people have made New Year resolutions, and I'm not going to share all of them, fuck that. I'll share two of them:
1. Be a better person.
2. Get some blog attention.
Hm, am I conceited?
Fuck it, I don't care.
I'm not angry right now, I'm just full of it.
I get into these moods where I get like super-witty and arrogant and it pisses everyone off, but Jesus it makes amazing writing material.
You know, I think I know why my blog isn't read that often, and it's not your (the little audience) fault, it's the content.
This is a seriously fucking boring blog!
It's essentially the most conceited cunt nozzle blog on blogspot.
I just bitch about my life and tell people to read it, fuck that's lame.
See- I'm doing it right now!
I really don't mind it THAT much though, I never claimed my blog was the most interesting or amusing out there. I think it speaks to a select few people, those close to me in my life.
I'd like to speak to a wider audience, but my blog relates to me and my life, and often the things that annoy me.
I really want to touch on those things that annoy me endlessly, but that would mean I'd have to take my time writing, and edit stuff and eh, I don't really edit my writing. I just hope it doesn't sound completely stupid when I throw it out there.
Maybe I will one day.
How about a small example one- of something that bothers me?
Hair, not like a regular haircut, I'm talking about the fucking extentions.
That shit is weak.
Who the fuck would rather put fake horse hair into their head instead of just sitting through a few months to grow some of your own. That's stealing on a whole new basis!
Horses don't even have possessions!
YOU'RE STEALING THEIR HAIR!
YOU BASTARD!
WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?!
GROW YOUR OWN FUCKING HAIR!
I might believe in karma, but I also believe in dishing out karma, occasionally.
If a girl I personally know claims to have extentions- I will rip them the fuck out. I'm not even kidding.
I've done it once before, on accident- and felt good about myself afterwards.
Okay, well I'm kidding- I wouldn't ever rip out anyones hair, that shits wrong.
But- I just don't see why you don't grow your own hair?
The world is becoming so superficial and idiotic to the point where we don't even grow our own hair.
I'd be delighted to find out that hair extentions carried AIDS.
Fucking honestly.
See? I'm not good at just getting bitchy.
- Josh
She's telling me about her horrific night.
She made out with a bunch of guys, then gave oral sex to like two of them, and she's feeling pretty low, and so I've kinda just been talking to her for a while, trying to make her feel a tad better, though I'm not very good at making people feel better about themselves.
Anyways.
So, Matt and I have a little project in the work.
I'm not really talking about it right now, for two reasons:
1. No one probably fucking cares (admit it).
2. It's in the early stages of development, I mean EARLY.
I, like many people have made New Year resolutions, and I'm not going to share all of them, fuck that. I'll share two of them:
1. Be a better person.
2. Get some blog attention.
Hm, am I conceited?
Fuck it, I don't care.
I'm not angry right now, I'm just full of it.
I get into these moods where I get like super-witty and arrogant and it pisses everyone off, but Jesus it makes amazing writing material.
You know, I think I know why my blog isn't read that often, and it's not your (the little audience) fault, it's the content.
This is a seriously fucking boring blog!
It's essentially the most conceited cunt nozzle blog on blogspot.
I just bitch about my life and tell people to read it, fuck that's lame.
See- I'm doing it right now!
I really don't mind it THAT much though, I never claimed my blog was the most interesting or amusing out there. I think it speaks to a select few people, those close to me in my life.
I'd like to speak to a wider audience, but my blog relates to me and my life, and often the things that annoy me.
I really want to touch on those things that annoy me endlessly, but that would mean I'd have to take my time writing, and edit stuff and eh, I don't really edit my writing. I just hope it doesn't sound completely stupid when I throw it out there.
Maybe I will one day.
How about a small example one- of something that bothers me?
Hair, not like a regular haircut, I'm talking about the fucking extentions.
That shit is weak.
Who the fuck would rather put fake horse hair into their head instead of just sitting through a few months to grow some of your own. That's stealing on a whole new basis!
Horses don't even have possessions!
YOU'RE STEALING THEIR HAIR!
YOU BASTARD!
WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?!
GROW YOUR OWN FUCKING HAIR!
I might believe in karma, but I also believe in dishing out karma, occasionally.
If a girl I personally know claims to have extentions- I will rip them the fuck out. I'm not even kidding.
I've done it once before, on accident- and felt good about myself afterwards.
Okay, well I'm kidding- I wouldn't ever rip out anyones hair, that shits wrong.
But- I just don't see why you don't grow your own hair?
The world is becoming so superficial and idiotic to the point where we don't even grow our own hair.
I'd be delighted to find out that hair extentions carried AIDS.
Fucking honestly.
See? I'm not good at just getting bitchy.
- Josh
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