My free-flowing thoughts
Ok. I have a lot to say, and the thoughts of what else I want to say keep interrupting what I'm saying. So I'm about to type my thoughts, in all of their fluidity.
Alright. Excuse my writing technique in this entry, but I think it will really show how I am feeling and how I have been feeling, and that's pretty much all I want to convey in this entry.
Here we go.
I was going to start my entry with lyrics to a song, but I choose not to be like the people that motivated me to post this entry, the people who can't express any bit of what they feel unless they're doing it through a song, through some "forward" that shows that they love someone, through someone else's feelings.
This new trend of using Livejournal as some means to pass along these fake, retarded stories whose sole purpose is to convey the fact that the sender loves someone, this trend is beginning to really irk me. This story about the two people on the motorcycle, the story I've seen in more than 5 people's livejournals, is absolutely ridiculous. The story completely loses it's effect after you read it once and realize it's a forward. Keep it to e-mails you idiots.
Don't forget the cool little "98% of teens today have smoked marijuana, if you're one of the 2% who haven't, copy and paste this in every single online outlet you can think of." Ok, everyone reading this entry get real close to your monitor and pay close attention to this next sentence, I really want you to take it in for what it is worth. (p.s. pretend I'm shouting this, because I don't want to type it in all caps.) The goddamn quote is false!! Did you know that 67% of statistics are made up on the spot? If you're a part of the 14.7% of the population that didn't know this to be true, copy/paste this into your AIM profile, your livejournal, your xanga and your myspace page.
If anyone who read the marijuana quote had a brain, they would realize that there is NO possible way for that percentage to be accurate. Did someone poll every teenager on the face of the planet? If so, I do not remember taking that poll. Oh. That reminds me of something I've been wanting to write about for a long time! Livejournal quizzes.
I was bored one night, and after sitting here for hours, I decided to look at livejournals, and surprise, the only thing on my friends page were these quizzes, quizzes whose only purpose are to make the participant feel good about themself (what livejournal users need more than anything.) So, after looking at a particularly retarded quiz, brought to me shamefully by www.quizilla.com, I decided to go to their website. At that website, I made a shocking realization. All of their quizzes are user-made. That may not sound so bad until you look at the users Pre-pubescent girls, teenage girls, retarded cheer leaders whose social status is based around how cool their profiles and websites are (exaggeration), nothing but young idiots whose literary backgrounds (if any) don't reach as far as their livejournal background. What is bad about this? What do I find so bad about this? These idiots make quizzes, and people take them and actually look at the results of said quizzes at face value. Are my peers really so stupid? I told Angelica once that I was going to make a quiz and put it in my livejournal so people would take it too and post their results on their livejournals. The results would have NO correlation to the participant's input, it would be mean, it would offer little facts like "Up the road, not across the street". "What kind of kitchen appliance are you?" That's how easy it is, all you have to do is make a quiz, and people take these quizzes, as if they offer any insight as to what the participant is like, what they'll do in life, etc. Some people really don't think. If you want to find out who you are by means of taking a quiz, atleast take a quiz that was written by some kind of world-reknowned psychologist, Freud, Jung, someone, anyone but "xXkisSez4u69Xx".
Well. It's summer. School is out, but that's all that has changed. I still find myself looking forward to the future, I spent a year looking forward to this moment and I'm sitting here and it's nothing different, it's not even note-worthy. Is that all life is, looking to the future in hopes of finding happiness there? I really am losing motivation, motivation that I didn't even know was present until now that I'm losing it. Motivation that gives someone the will to continue living, motivation that allows someone to look at a regular day and find some reason to be happy with it, motivation that would allow someone to want to do something, anything with their life. I'm losing it.
Summer has been nothing special, it has become a routine. Wake up, hang out with Jake and/or Tim, and watch as school slowly creeps back into my thoughts, and soon, my days. School will be absolutely dreadful this year. I've pretty much decided I don't want to go to college. I honestly couldn't take 4 more years of institutionalized learning. School doesn't teach anything that I need to know. In 12 years, I haven't learned anything from school that I should retain, aside from basic math and parts of speech and sentence structure. Science, algebra, chemistry, band, english. What a complete waste of time. I can read in my free time. I can pick up an instrument and teach myself how to play, and then I can play music that I want to play in order to pique my interest. Chemistry, by far, was the biggest waste of time I have ever experienced. I have already forgotten everything I learned in that class, none of it was fundamental and nothing will ever be used from that course.
(See how I'm switching subjects so often, and they all have little to nothing to do with each other?)
Well. The concert brought about a momentary, material happiness, which was followed by the same sadness as proceeded it, the saddness lead back to Tim, to Angelica, to Mollie, to myself, it lead back to all of us, but it was caused by me. Somehow, that reminds me of The Butterfly Effect. So many things lead up to me attending this concert. Getting to know Eman, her introducing me to Dashboard, getting Tim and Jake "into" Dashboard, going to Mollie's, therefore causing Tim to tell me to take Jake, so many things led to Me and Jake standing in the House of Blues watching Chris Carabba play the guitar, so much struggle and complication for a bit of happiness on my part, happiness that wasn't even true, that didn't last. I can't imagine what it will take for true happiness.
Alright. Excuse my writing technique in this entry, but I think it will really show how I am feeling and how I have been feeling, and that's pretty much all I want to convey in this entry.
Here we go.
I was going to start my entry with lyrics to a song, but I choose not to be like the people that motivated me to post this entry, the people who can't express any bit of what they feel unless they're doing it through a song, through some "forward" that shows that they love someone, through someone else's feelings.
This new trend of using Livejournal as some means to pass along these fake, retarded stories whose sole purpose is to convey the fact that the sender loves someone, this trend is beginning to really irk me. This story about the two people on the motorcycle, the story I've seen in more than 5 people's livejournals, is absolutely ridiculous. The story completely loses it's effect after you read it once and realize it's a forward. Keep it to e-mails you idiots.
Don't forget the cool little "98% of teens today have smoked marijuana, if you're one of the 2% who haven't, copy and paste this in every single online outlet you can think of." Ok, everyone reading this entry get real close to your monitor and pay close attention to this next sentence, I really want you to take it in for what it is worth. (p.s. pretend I'm shouting this, because I don't want to type it in all caps.) The goddamn quote is false!! Did you know that 67% of statistics are made up on the spot? If you're a part of the 14.7% of the population that didn't know this to be true, copy/paste this into your AIM profile, your livejournal, your xanga and your myspace page.
If anyone who read the marijuana quote had a brain, they would realize that there is NO possible way for that percentage to be accurate. Did someone poll every teenager on the face of the planet? If so, I do not remember taking that poll. Oh. That reminds me of something I've been wanting to write about for a long time! Livejournal quizzes.
I was bored one night, and after sitting here for hours, I decided to look at livejournals, and surprise, the only thing on my friends page were these quizzes, quizzes whose only purpose are to make the participant feel good about themself (what livejournal users need more than anything.) So, after looking at a particularly retarded quiz, brought to me shamefully by www.quizilla.com, I decided to go to their website. At that website, I made a shocking realization. All of their quizzes are user-made. That may not sound so bad until you look at the users Pre-pubescent girls, teenage girls, retarded cheer leaders whose social status is based around how cool their profiles and websites are (exaggeration), nothing but young idiots whose literary backgrounds (if any) don't reach as far as their livejournal background. What is bad about this? What do I find so bad about this? These idiots make quizzes, and people take them and actually look at the results of said quizzes at face value. Are my peers really so stupid? I told Angelica once that I was going to make a quiz and put it in my livejournal so people would take it too and post their results on their livejournals. The results would have NO correlation to the participant's input, it would be mean, it would offer little facts like "Up the road, not across the street". "What kind of kitchen appliance are you?" That's how easy it is, all you have to do is make a quiz, and people take these quizzes, as if they offer any insight as to what the participant is like, what they'll do in life, etc. Some people really don't think. If you want to find out who you are by means of taking a quiz, atleast take a quiz that was written by some kind of world-reknowned psychologist, Freud, Jung, someone, anyone but "xXkisSez4u69Xx".
Well. It's summer. School is out, but that's all that has changed. I still find myself looking forward to the future, I spent a year looking forward to this moment and I'm sitting here and it's nothing different, it's not even note-worthy. Is that all life is, looking to the future in hopes of finding happiness there? I really am losing motivation, motivation that I didn't even know was present until now that I'm losing it. Motivation that gives someone the will to continue living, motivation that allows someone to look at a regular day and find some reason to be happy with it, motivation that would allow someone to want to do something, anything with their life. I'm losing it.
Summer has been nothing special, it has become a routine. Wake up, hang out with Jake and/or Tim, and watch as school slowly creeps back into my thoughts, and soon, my days. School will be absolutely dreadful this year. I've pretty much decided I don't want to go to college. I honestly couldn't take 4 more years of institutionalized learning. School doesn't teach anything that I need to know. In 12 years, I haven't learned anything from school that I should retain, aside from basic math and parts of speech and sentence structure. Science, algebra, chemistry, band, english. What a complete waste of time. I can read in my free time. I can pick up an instrument and teach myself how to play, and then I can play music that I want to play in order to pique my interest. Chemistry, by far, was the biggest waste of time I have ever experienced. I have already forgotten everything I learned in that class, none of it was fundamental and nothing will ever be used from that course.
(See how I'm switching subjects so often, and they all have little to nothing to do with each other?)
Well. The concert brought about a momentary, material happiness, which was followed by the same sadness as proceeded it, the saddness lead back to Tim, to Angelica, to Mollie, to myself, it lead back to all of us, but it was caused by me. Somehow, that reminds me of The Butterfly Effect. So many things lead up to me attending this concert. Getting to know Eman, her introducing me to Dashboard, getting Tim and Jake "into" Dashboard, going to Mollie's, therefore causing Tim to tell me to take Jake, so many things led to Me and Jake standing in the House of Blues watching Chris Carabba play the guitar, so much struggle and complication for a bit of happiness on my part, happiness that wasn't even true, that didn't last. I can't imagine what it will take for true happiness.