Friday, March 6, 2009

Women hate beards. That's why I'm growing one.

I've noticed something about myself. I really am way too cynical for my age.

Fine, I've been saying that for years. But I think I was kind of proud of it, and saw it as being more perceptive than most people, especially those "god damned optimists." The only problem is, I think I was actually limiting myself, by focusing intentionally on the more "intellectual" side of things. Fuck that, I was being Debbie Downer. The dark lining in a silver cloud . (Ok, a bit of a modified version of the real expression, but you get my point.) I really just thought I was better than everyone else. Turns out I'm just being a jerk. 

Now, I'm a pretty smart guy. Not a genius by any means, but I get by. Now I just need to figure out what to do with that. All through high school I barely passed, thinking I was smarter than a lot of the teachers, so why should I have to do homework? I knew better than them. If I met myself back then, I would punch myself in the jaw. And this was only two years ago. I don't even know what's wrong with me. All I know now is that I have a future that's brimming with potential, and I can start over, in a sense. 

There will always be a part of me that is cynical, but I hope to suppress it when necessary, and enjoy things more. And if this isn't how you saw me, I can use the encouragement. 

I love you all.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Conscientious Objector?

Does the term apply here? Oh well, I'm using it anyway. 

Due to a combination of procrastination and indignation, I'm not voting this year. Obama's platforms sound a whole lot like socialism to me. And socialism, people, is what began World War II and the Holocaust. Hitler's socialistic ideals were what drove him to determine that humanity was not prepared for equality. This did not stop him, however, from using his natural charisma and talent of speaking to gain the trust and control of an entire nation, and claiming power over all of Nazi Germany. And, as we all know, brought on the destruction of a myriad of nations, and the near genocide that followed. My first point.

My second point is Canada. Now, Canada sucks. You're not allowed to smoke in your own home, as you cannot truly own your home. You are limited to a certain amount of money you can make per year. And the Federal government issues free drugs to rehabs, to keep addicts off the streets. 

What?

And don't get me started about the health care. You'll be lucky if the doctors are more qualified than your mother. Just ask Ian Mofo Kelly. He'll tell you: "Don't fuck up. Ever." The sight of his horribly stitched thumb has scarred me from ever wanting to live too far north, with the goal of being as far away from Canada as is possible. And Obama wants to make healthcare free. To what end? To cause the deterioration of our entire medical nation? Competition breeds skill and diligence. To eliminate competition is to eliminate what makes our healthcare so great. This nonsensical anti-logic is becoming more and more like communism. So close in likeness, in fact, that the phrase uttered during the cold war, "Fear the red death!" should be updated to a more appropriate phrase for this nation's circumstances. "Fear the Blue Death!", our nation shall cry, and in a small and insignificant voice, I shall whisper. 

"I told you so."

McCain is better, but why should we trust him? He is a chameleon, ever shaped by those around him, adapting himself to fit whatever guise is necessary to gain office. McCain has voted with some very liberal-oriented bills and policies, and it has become clear to me what most republicans will deny, deny, deny until they are blue in the face (no pun intended): McCain is not a conservative. No, in fact, McCain has previously (and recently) supported abortion, and only until he had decided to run on the republican ticket did he declare otherwise. This is not McCain's plan, to instill in the executive branch of the government the morals and the stances I know to be right as a conservative. His goal is to appease whoever necessary to gain the approval of the majority of the country. I cannot trust McCain, and so I will not vote for him.

So who, you ask, am I voting for? Nobody. I refuse. Bitter arguments between brothers and sisters are not what's best for this country. They are, in fact, what the great George Washington, the first and greatest president of the United States, warned us about. "Stay away from political parties," he warned, and we did not listen, to my eternal shame and embarrassment as an American. What place does our current national struggle have for love? 

Love is the answer. My friend Landon has been proclaiming it for weeks, and I agree with him. The national problems would be nothing, nonexistent, if feelings of bitterness and resentment were replaced with love. So I challenge you, as a man, as a Christian, as an American: love your brother. Don't hold grudges. Forgive and forget. Listen. Understand. Your eyes will be opened. Don't let this presidency destroy our nation.

P.S. I voted for Mitt Romney.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

MIDI Sucks, Man: Pt. 2.

I didn't pass.

And now I have to sit through this lame ass class, a second time, because I couldn't pay attention to the teacher. Awesome. At least I get to hang out with people I wouldn't have normally been able to see otherwise. So that's cool. I guess.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

iChat

Rules. Seriously, it's freaking awesome. And I have a webcam. Which doubles the coolness level. 

Anyone want to video chat?

Ugh.

Don't you just love double standards?

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Romeo's Dead, Sweetheart.

Nestled away
In foreign arms
Counting the sins
When he is gone.
Drinking away your God's law
Not even He can forgive anymore

And I can taste the world on your lips
I can feel the sweat sink into your skin
You are like a church, anyone can come in
Oh, baby, you make it too easy to sin.

You're looking out for some new flesh
To spread your curse until there's nothing left
So here's to you in your short dress
Buy everyone a drink until they're impressed.

And I can taste the world on your lips
I can feel the sweat sink into your skin
You are like a church, anyone can come in
Oh, baby, you make it too easy to sin.

You'll see me Sunday, coming from the shadows
By the time it's over, you'll be hanging from the gallows
Who would've thought you could ever make me hurt less?
You look so pretty in your brand new necklace.

You'll see me Sunday, coming from the shadows
By the time it's over, you'll be hanging from the gallows
Who would've thought you could ever make me hurt less?
You look so pretty in your brand new necklace.

In your necklace.

MIDI sucks, man.

How am I gonna pass this class?

I am, at this very moment, not paying attention to the quiz review in MIDI lecture. It's so dry. At least there's not much information for the whole class, so the teacher, who is living in the feel-good era of the 70s, lets us go home after we take the quizzes. As a matter of fact, I could probably go home right now and study the textbook to learn everything thus far in about thirty five minutes. Which I'm gonna need to do. Because I find it near impossible to pay any attention to this lecture.

There goes my 3.5.