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This is my livejournal. I'm going to write my actual every-day thoughts.
Burn Your Books, Fuck The Future
Earlier today, Stephanie told me that she watched a story on the news about how book companies are going to stop publishing books in hard copy form and converting all of their shelves into e-books. What the fuck? It's seriously like Fahrenheit 451 coming to life. What next? Are we going to all going to have to take pills to stop our dreams and only have black and white vision like in the Giver? This is seriously crazy. Once that happens, our only source of information AT ALL will be through electronic communications. It makes me sick.
New Hair Workout
Earlier today, Harris, Louis and I stopped by Best Buy. What I thought would be a quick in-and-out sesh ended up being a 30 minute stay. Everyone was off doing their own thing, more or less, and it all came to this climactic end when the kinda-cute girl working the register owned the fuck out of Harris. He walks right up with his select products (no joke), a bag of Sour Patch Kids and that doorwayeasygympullupworkout kit. Louis and I are laughing because it's such an uncommon Best Buy moment when the girl looks at him and says, "Do you want a bag for this or do you just want to lift it out?" Hahah we all started busting up.
Fist Pump, SHUT THE FUCK UP
I'm kinda tired of these masculine personas that all of the fist pump crowd are so easily projecting. Like seriously... they're all soooooo into themselves that they just think they're the shit. Flat out. I kicked it with a few of them a few nights ago and it was SOOOOOOO obvious that they didn't want to go to the party with me... they thought they were being all slick so I just left. I was right when Alena texted me later and asked me to make sure that Sean got home safe... and when I told her I left them, she told me that they DID end up going to the party. So shitty. At least I know what friendship is. The funny thing is that I don't think that I ever had a friendship with any of those guys. It was always so artificial... so... degrading. To everyone involved. The cool kids only hang out with each other for the status that it brings. They don't really like or respect each other. It's so obvious. I've gotten into situations with those douches that I had NEVER gotten into with my real-er friends. It was so fucking stupid.
I think The Wonder Years said it best...
Say, say you'll stay in with me today.
Say, say you'll stay.
'Cause you won't find me on the north Jersey club scene
With the Girls Gone Wild B-team.
I don't need to pump my fist to look sweet.
Randomness
I had a few ideas for books today. Or movie scenes. Well, one of them is definitely a movie scene and the more dynamic, intricate one is a book... because there's no way in hell that I'd ever be able to afford making a movie like this. I only hope that I can get big enough to where it will be my life's fucking masterpiece. It's fucking brilliant. I'll probably describe it on here when I get the entire basis for the story formulated. Um... work's been good. Everyone loves me lately.. Um.. OH YEAH. Nah. Nevermind. I don't really feel like telling that story. Um... Is there anything else I want to forever etch into the memory of the internet?
No.
Burn Your Books, Fuck The Future
Earlier today, Stephanie told me that she watched a story on the news about how book companies are going to stop publishing books in hard copy form and converting all of their shelves into e-books. What the fuck? It's seriously like Fahrenheit 451 coming to life. What next? Are we going to all going to have to take pills to stop our dreams and only have black and white vision like in the Giver? This is seriously crazy. Once that happens, our only source of information AT ALL will be through electronic communications. It makes me sick.
New Hair Workout
Earlier today, Harris, Louis and I stopped by Best Buy. What I thought would be a quick in-and-out sesh ended up being a 30 minute stay. Everyone was off doing their own thing, more or less, and it all came to this climactic end when the kinda-cute girl working the register owned the fuck out of Harris. He walks right up with his select products (no joke), a bag of Sour Patch Kids and that doorwayeasygympullupworkout kit. Louis and I are laughing because it's such an uncommon Best Buy moment when the girl looks at him and says, "Do you want a bag for this or do you just want to lift it out?" Hahah we all started busting up.
Fist Pump, SHUT THE FUCK UP
I'm kinda tired of these masculine personas that all of the fist pump crowd are so easily projecting. Like seriously... they're all soooooo into themselves that they just think they're the shit. Flat out. I kicked it with a few of them a few nights ago and it was SOOOOOOO obvious that they didn't want to go to the party with me... they thought they were being all slick so I just left. I was right when Alena texted me later and asked me to make sure that Sean got home safe... and when I told her I left them, she told me that they DID end up going to the party. So shitty. At least I know what friendship is. The funny thing is that I don't think that I ever had a friendship with any of those guys. It was always so artificial... so... degrading. To everyone involved. The cool kids only hang out with each other for the status that it brings. They don't really like or respect each other. It's so obvious. I've gotten into situations with those douches that I had NEVER gotten into with my real-er friends. It was so fucking stupid.
I think The Wonder Years said it best...
Say, say you'll stay in with me today.
Say, say you'll stay.
'Cause you won't find me on the north Jersey club scene
With the Girls Gone Wild B-team.
I don't need to pump my fist to look sweet.
Randomness
I had a few ideas for books today. Or movie scenes. Well, one of them is definitely a movie scene and the more dynamic, intricate one is a book... because there's no way in hell that I'd ever be able to afford making a movie like this. I only hope that I can get big enough to where it will be my life's fucking masterpiece. It's fucking brilliant. I'll probably describe it on here when I get the entire basis for the story formulated. Um... work's been good. Everyone loves me lately.. Um.. OH YEAH. Nah. Nevermind. I don't really feel like telling that story. Um... Is there anything else I want to forever etch into the memory of the internet?
No.