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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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