Ahhh, good ol' LJ, the slate cleaner.
It appears nobody comes here anymore, so that's actually kind of a bonus for me. I want to release my stream of consciousness style of writing someplace where the embarrassment is least likely. If someone happens across this out of complete randomness, then that's what you'll get, and from reading this you should understand that that's what to expect. Feel free to comment, oh invisible and likely nonexistent reader. But understand that this is me just venting my frustrations, at almost 5 in the morning, wondering what the Hell it's going to take for me to get in shape, get a girl, and get the Hell into this thing called "life". It's an electric word, "life", according to Prince. Of course, Prince was an electric man, if I ever saw one. That brother wore fucking bright purple pirate outfits and could play almost any instrument, and could still manage to get almost any pussy he wanted. I like pirates, enough to get myself a colorful tat on my back, and yet it's managed to turn on more guys than girls. Some girls suddenly think pirates are dorky because I find them cool. FUCK those bitches. The kind of girls that get pregnant 10 years too early to guys that probably won't ever be as successful in life I they are getting girls pregnant (and that's not a compliment to thier sexual abilities... after all, my dad made six babies through two women, so I know it can't be that hard to do). So yeah, I have some dorky tendencies, but I also have some ghetto tendencies, some nerdy tendencies, some jockish tendencies, some preppy tendencies, and even some foreign exchange student tendencies (I want to hit all the cliques, here). Who doesn't? Who seriously wants to be in one category their entire life? Isn't it human nature to expand our boundaries? To grow as a species and as individuals? FUCK some shallow bitches that try to label me. I'll always be better than them, so long as they sit in their comfortable place of trying to act like they have something to say about the world they know little about. Then again, I can't be too harsh towards them... after all, what kind of person would I be if I showed no mercy or compassion? I'd probably be like Jake. Jake, who's philosophy is to deliver retribution times two to whoever wronged him. Normally, I'd go along with such a thing. Somebody hits my friend, I hit them twice. Somebody stabs me, I kill them. It works out okay. But the problem isn't the philosophy itself, it's that it's JAKE with that philosophy. Jake, who's mind has been physically and chemically altered by severe usage of drugs, especially meth. Jake, who's constantly on the verge of alcoholism. Jake, who loves to piss people off. Jake has gained the personality of every enemy I've ever had. And he wonders why I hate him... that's funny. But anyway, enough about him (yet again... God, someone take me out of here). I'd like to end this thing on a more updeat note. I'm really looking forward to this Halloween party. Except not so much, because girls are dropping like flies in my world, and none are being replaced. Damn, that's not a light note. Okay, ummm... I'm not failing classes. So that means I'm likely to graduate in a year. Hoorah!!!