Types of People I Hate:

1. Helpless People. Prime example; people who go to the service desk/nearest employee every time they need to find something, when they can easily look for it themselves. The Dewey Decimal System was invented for a reason, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't for morons who didn't graduate high school to bother the librarians by asking to find a book that's right in their face. But then again, someone who didn't pass high school isn't likely to be in a library. They go to grocery stores though, and just ask the guy stocking green beans where the bread aisle is, when there's a huge fucking sign hanging from the ceiling that says BREAD right over the aisle. Companies invest money in these things so that idiots like you can at least have a fighting chance, trying to find your thigh-fattening WonderBread. I'm not sure if it's just being lazy, or if you're really that stupid; as you have to ask where the damn checkout lines are. Yes, I have heard someone ask that.
2. People Who Make Way Bigger Deals Out of Things Than Neccessary. Kind of a broad description, so allow me to provide an example:

   Billy: "Mommy, where are the Band-Aids? I scratched my knee playing outside."

   
   

   Idiot Mother: "YOU SCRATCHED YOUR KNEE?!?! WTF BILLY?? WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUTSIDE?!?! QUICK! GET THE ANTISEPTIC BEFORE IT GETS FUCKING INFECTED!!!!!!"

   There are people roaming this planet that have no concept of importance. Especially teenagers. Your boyfriend dumped you. Move on. I don't even want to see what you'd do if you ever got layed off a job. The fact is, some events in this life are inevitable. Period. So instead of moping about it, continue. Granted, there are times to get emotional over things. My parents divorced when I was very small, and my father lived with another wife in South Carolina when he died. Sure, I cried. Sure, I greived. but I did not dwell on it, and spiral into an uncurable depression because over it. As cliched as it is, life goes on. When you get beat up at school, don't feel sorry for yourself about it. Just go kick that guy's ass. Or, just accept it as life and continue living. Now, I am in no way saying that you should just put up with people's bullshit and call it fate. But there has to be a balance. Living life emotionally frail and weak will only cause more heartbreak, which leads into my next peeve.
3. People Who Get Heartbroken ALL THE TIME: So I know this girl. Her name is _______. She has had many, many boyfriends over the years. She has been depressed many, many times over the years. She has been hurt many, many, MANY times over the years. This girl is stupid. For one; there's no way every guy you "fall in love" with is such a douche, that he takes your heart and snaps it in half. You need to look at yourself. A woman a know has been divorced twice over the years. She is also stupid, but for other reasons as well. She thinks she is the best person she can be, and that there are just "no good men left in the world". She is so wrong, it's sad. Not meaning to boast, but my girlfreind would say I am a very good boyfriend; with which I would happily agree. We are both very good, very loving people to each other, and others. We are sensible enough not to just date any guy/girl who makes a pass at us, ergo, we are not constant victims of the opposite sex, like aforementioned ______.  Whether you believe in the bible or not doesn't matter concerning this, but Provers 18:24 says "A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother [reffering to God]". If you're constantly becoming deeply emotionally involved with various people, (even just statistically speaking) you are going to get hurt more. Though it is my opinion, it's more than that. It's fact. If you haven't been single for more than two months ever in your life, then you're just an emotionally damaged person who craves love and will take it from anyone, even though it'll bite you in the ass in the long run. That's all I got to say bout that.

Song of the Day: Alien Ant Farm cover of Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal"

Signs of the Times

Signs of a new world emerging
Your thoughts and moods deterring
My visible, risible joy
All the little girls and boys
See evidence of the times
Why can't we all open our eyes?
Your tiny brains are clouded over
All you want is more of her
More sex, more greed, more decadence
Ingulge in your own arrogance
Swallow up her open lust
Her life, your pain disguised as trust
Your intentions, bad as his
Our only future's more of this?

Forgive Me, I'm Just A Man.

First off, I apologize. I know all you loyal followers have been in tears, not being able to partake in my words of wisdom. But I have an excuse. The little area in which the note is constructed was just loading, and loading, and loading, and loading, and loading, and it kinda pissed me off, so I punched straight through my monitor with my Herculean strength. Quite enjoyable. Excuse number two; spring break. I was too busy failing at hurdling fences and fire hydrants to blog. But maybe you'll feel less blind rage when I tell you how while attempting to hurdle the fence at a local park, my leg was caught in it at the same time my hand was completely missing the pole I was trying to grab and use to hurl myself over. I now have bruises. On my soul. (Speaking of the soul, I'm curious; how do you think it works? In body, out of body, what's it made of, etc. TELL MEH.) Excuse number three; poetry. While in the "teens" section of a local library, I discovered a room. With magnetic walls. Needless to say, I was in ectasy. The wall was covered with words on refrigerator magnets, so I pulled a bunch and wrote a poem about a girl addicted to drugs. Due to my limited avaliable vocabulary, it was a lot more direct than my usual poetry, but it was as cryptic as I could make it. I'd post it, but I can only remember the first stanza. The look was awesome though, with the individual words and different fonts and crap. Wish I would've made a copy of it, but oh well.

All I can remember:

In a place by the present day
Is a woman in costume
Remember when she smiled?
We remember who you were.

Song of the Day: Tractor Pull by Within the Ruins

Fancy Eatin'

So I told myself I wasn't going to start with "so", but oh well. Saturday, I attended a celebratory banquet at the Galt House hotel, here in Louisville. Anyone who lives here knows it a one of the fancier hotels, and I do say, it was quite fancy. Especially the food. First, we were served this salad, on weird shaped plates. But besides the fact that it came with dressing on it, I got the idea that the cooks were trying to please everyone. In the top right corner, there were these sweet and salty almonds; in the bottom left, there lied a portion of crumbled bleu cheese; and in the other corners there were two red rasberries. I wasn't really sure what to do with them though; should I just eat them, roll them into my salad, squeeze the juice over the salad, or what. They ended up just sitting on the plate. I was also unsure of what fork to use, as there were three set up around the plate. Apparently rich people can't enjoy their food unless it's set up just right. Then the entree was some kind of chicken, encrusted with something sweet; greean beans; rice; and some kind of red pepper, that I was also unsure of what to do with. As you can imagine, being a po' boy, I was very confused by the whole business. Then the desert was chesecake. Needless to say, only about two women ate the whole slice (I assume for fear of being called fat. Trust me woman, you are fat). But besides cutting part of my suit while attemoting to remove that tags, it was a pretty decent evening. At least I didn't throw up the food.

My rendition of what the setup was like. Drawn in msPaint with the mouse. Forgive me, God.

Song of the Day: Daydreams by (hed) p.e.

Fantastic Four Followers; Poem

First off, I congratulate Mister Collin Farmer for creating an account just to follow me. I feel special. Secondly, today is Kristen and I's one month anniversary. (If I used emoticons, one would be right here. Smiling. Huge.) It's truly amazing, how close two people can get after only one month. Feels a lot shorter though. Thirdly, you all reading should feel horrible, because after ferociously playing the drums for about two hours yesterday evening, I GOT BLISTERS ON ME FINGAS, and it hurts like crazy just to type this. But I'll pardon you this one time. Maybe I'll make a recording of a my practice sometime, and post it. Consider it a treat from me. Besides the treat of my words, which you all have the privelage of consuming on a semi-regular basis. And with that being said, I'm probably gonna post this on a Monday-through-Friday schedule, excluding most weekends. Unless something special happens to me, which I doubt it will. POEM TIME:


Untitled (reccomend for a title, if you want)

As I sit and wait
Drowning in myself
Considering my help misplaced
Or simply lost
But not much good does a lost calvary do
When I stare my enemy in the eyes
Reaching out towards the mirror
I swear my reflection smiled
Just when I felt like crying
But real men shed no tears
This I've learned
Through the painful,
iconoclastic indoctrination
Swimming through this curvilinear,
gyrating space
I'm losing myself
Lost alognside the army sent to rescue me
Strane days
Running through the maze
Shake off the haze
Find yourself



Song of the Day: One Day by Matisyahu

Why So Cynical?

I'm not a mean person. Just a realist. Fine line sometimes, but my thick skin allows me to be mean to people and still follow the Golden Rule (I always wondered why we don't learn that Jesus first gave us the Golden Rule in elementary). I simply take a realistic approach to life. If you're a teenager, then you're probably stupid. But just because I'm also a teenager doesn't mean I'm a hypocrite, it simply means I'm smarter and more mature than the other teenagers and I'm able to realize and see teen folly at it's finest. Also known as high school. It's kind of sad, really, that most of us young adults don't even realize how foolish we are sometimes. Especially the girls. Now I'm not into masogyny-most of my friends are female, in fact-but I find it hard to believe that they don't realize how silly, overly-emotional, and just plain dumb they are. Sorry women. Please, no angry letters. Or maybe you should send me a few letters. At least then I'd know people are reading this (thanks to the man who does read and comment though, it means a lot). But for now I suppose I'll stick to being all indie and having three followers. Congratulations you three, you are now exclusive.





Song of the Day: Mascara by Deftones

(A Few Of) The Things I Hate

1. Teenage girls. They're all emotional and over-sensitive, to the point of just being a burden on society. Every little thing gets them all worked up and suicidal. Sorry little girl, but your boyfriend was a douche anyway, who cares if he dumped you? Learn what real problems are, and stop whining about how much your life sucks every time you break a nail. Plus they prop up all this stupid stuff, like Justin Beiber, Mean Girls 2, or some other equally talentless production. I wish I could tie them down and play all 1227 songs on my iPod to them. Nonstop for three months. Maybe then they'd have a good sense of culture. Or at least common sense. Not to mention thay dress all slutty, but society has this unwritten rule that you're not supposed to look at them, even if you don't touch them. Why don't we have rules that prohibit twelve year old girls from having D cup boobs, then cramming them into skimpy t-shirts? That's cut down the pedophile rates extremely. I know my thoughts would be a lot cleaner.
2. Mornings. Every morning, I look at my blaring alarm clock, reading 5:45 in those green, souless letters and moan. I then proceed to pick up the book I fell asleep reading the night before and smash it to pieces. As you can imagine, I spend a lot of money at Best Buy buying replacements. But without that evil piece of machinery dictating my life scedule, I sleep like the baby I never was. Then end up walking to school because the bus driver isn't courteous enough to come to my house, knock on my bedroom door, and make sure I'm ready to board in time. Jerk.
3. Public School. One thing I remember from the years I was starting school is the feeling of misplacement. I couldn't help but think that I was the only one who felt weird about giving my entire life over to a piece of cloth through verbal contract. But that feeling far from went away. Especially when I entered high school. The ideaology that good "grades=smart child"and "bad grades=dumb child" was so prominent that to this day it makes me sick. My grades were horrible. But I am far from unintelligent, as anyone who truly knows me will tell you. The way public school is run is really not far from the early American days, when simple memorization was considered learning. I consider learning to be when one has grasped the concept enough to be able to efficiently teach others. How many high school graduates do you know that could understand their old textbooks nowadays? If I was in control of molding public school into my own design, first thing I'd do is fire nearly every teacher. I'd then replace the staff wth people who not only love kids, but are loved back by them. School would be a place where students can come to enjoy learning, and learn a lot. Assignments are only given when they are necessary, not to fill up gradebooks. Now, it'd be no perfect utopia, but you can bet your arse you'd wanna come. 
4. American Prison/Disciplinary System. So, imagine some guy breaks into a co-ed's apartment, rapes her, and steals all her valuables. Goes to jail, right? Ten years or so, then released back into society on probation. Wrong. In my world, the criminal would be flogged severly; one lash for every thrust he had in her, and for every dollar worth of material he stole. That'd teach him a lesson, not hanging around with a bunch of guys and smoking home-made ciggarettes in the exercise yard. I don't understand why America has such a passion for the criminal's rights. Granted, he's still human, and petty crimes can be forgiven. But to me, rape and murder are two nearly inexcusable crimes. That's why I don't believe in the death penalty. But I'd have a man flogged to the point of passing out and feel no remorse.

That's all for now folks, I'll finish it later probably.