1.18 July 21

OH MY GOD THE NEW FFXIV PATCH COMES OUT JULY 21.
I hope it's all rank 50 shit so the whining babies cannot partake AHAHAHAHA.
Oh right, blogs.
Today's blogger likes going to furry conventions.
He also likes other men.
He also likes being totally unsurprising.
So I'll pull the curtain back a bit here and say when I try to find a good blog to review (or "review" since it's really just drive by hostility) I try to write a couple jokes in my head before I set off.
The "totally unsurprising" punchline is literally the only thing I had prepared before setting off.
So am I headed for disaster?
What could possibly go wrong?
Today's writer's block (blah blah):

Who was the worst boss you’ve ever had? Did you ever get your revenge?

Well my first and only boss was that shitty high school I worked for.
I exacted petty, childish revenge by teaching everyone how to get free copies.
That'll learn you, shitty high school.

Revenge is overrated.

PUSSY.
PUUUUUSSY.
One of the enduring themes in The Count of Monte Cristo was at the end Edmund Dantes kind of realize he had wasted so much of his life plotting his revenge (he didn't feel sympathy for the people he venged himself on, though) but I would argue specifically because of his intensely burning focus for revenge he ended up living a fuller life than he would have.
What would he have done if he'd been boring ol' Edmund Dantes, captain of the Pharaon?
He'd have married that bitch, she'd have become icy and distant and he'd have died alone of prostate cancer at 40.
What'd he do after he had been so horrifically wronged?
He became fabulously wealthy, he adventured around the world, he literally owned delicious brown girls, he bought banks and gambling halls--
getting wrongfully accused of treason is the best thing that ever happened to the guy.
And I'm sure some litfag scholar could (and probably has) readily argued he might have done those things anyway but fuck no, no he wouldn't have.
Even if he happened into the Spada treasure incidentally (which he wouldn't have) he wouldn't have done anything half as cool as what he did with it.
Oh right, blogs.

As far as the con, well, I didn't enjoy it as much as I should have. See, I stopped going a few years back because I knew so few people there, and it's really, really, really hard for me to meet new people from scratch. I only started going again because a good friend decided to start going, and when he decided not to go this year, I figured I'd be able to handle it. Unfortunately, I STILL don't know that many people, and poor Orzel had to deal with me following him around and stepping on his tailfeathers. Luckily, he didn't seem to mind.

You're at a furry convention.
Don't worry about it. You've already hit rock-fucking-bottom.
Literally no matter what happens in your life the least you can say is "at least I'm not a furry."
Hopeless, homeless and have a crushing gambling and heroin addiction?
Hey at least you're not cutting a dickhole in your fursuit.
Dateless virgin at 39?
At least you've preserved your dignity and haven't once cut a dickhole in your fursuit.

Thanks to my lack of sleep (fucking last minute fursuit) and some bad nutritional choices ( the SuperSponsor lunch had no vegetable protein. C'mon, really? Not even a stack of bread or some rice? :P ) I ended in a severe depression on Saturday after the parade that I never really shook off.

So speaking of recently I viewed a documentary on bestiality with a friend (no way I was braving that shit alone) and the part I found most... Disturbing I guess (outside of the obvious) was none of them were vegetarians. You'd really think if you "viewed animals as your spiritual equal" you wouldn't be frying them up for a nice Saturday dinner.
Of course all that shit is just a front to excuse fucking animals as a human but whatever.

Of course, there were lots of good times! It was nice to see the people I DID know, though most of them were busy behind tables or running off to some meet or going out to eat with people or running around in suit, etc, etc.

Running off to "meat" someone, more like.

The Yuengling, GODDAMN the Yuengling. The suiting was fun, though as usual no one cared about a new non-dog suit, though there was some amusement from the few people who noticed Gryffindor's name. I got to meet a bunch of birds, which was neat.

Yuengling is a type of beer and when he says "birds" he doesn't mean 60s British slang for women.
Worry not, gentle readers: I will translate from twat to English for you.

In any case, I don't know if I'll go back next year. If my friend goes back, yeah, probably. If not, probably not. Also, there's a possibility of me going to China next year for Kung Fu during the same time period, though with the sad state of my knees, that may not be a good idea.

When I imagine someone going to China to learn Kung Fu I imagine-- I don't know someone like Bruce Willis or something.
Not furry fucking pussy "I can't socialize or interact normally so I have to fuck men in a puppy dog suit and I have bad knees" going.

So, I'm going to AC, and given that AC's theme is "School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" or somesuch,

I'd have gone as a Space Marine if I knew that was the theme.
Mutants, heresy and sorcery all in one place.
I can think of no easier way to scourge the foes of the Emperor from Holy Terra than attending.
Also what's AC?
Air Conditioning?
Assassin's Creed?
Armor Class?
These are the only things I know of that have the acronym "AC".
Google offers that it might also be Asheron's Call (old MMORPG), "Alternating Current" (as in "AC/DC" and I'm putting Hells Bells on as we speak) so no idea.
Oh and here's a picture of him and his, err, boyfriend (he calls him "his dragon" but for once I understand this relationship so I'll just keep it in simple terminology).

Taken at home, after a nice dinner at Sent Sovi in Saratoga. I love my dragon.

So speaking of there's a place that sells dragon dildos.
Just thought I'd mention there's a business dedicated to selling fake mythological beast genitals.
Some people say our society is too decadent. I wonder where they get such silly notions?

There are days when I exist as an impostor in my own flesh.

Also speaking of being a mutant I've been playing Fallout: New Vegas lately and I've found the easiest way to complete the game is to make your character like Clint Eastwood and then play as a Space Marine.
Here's how one quest is supposed to go:
gotta clear out ghouls from a rocket factory but you find out they're really just a religious cult and will leave the planet shortly if you can clear out the Nightkin from the basement but the Nightkin are just there for the Stealth Boys hidden somewhere in the basement but they can't get to them because one ghoul is holding ground in the basement but he won't clear out until he's confirmed his girlfriend's condition when she got cut off during the first Nightkin raid but he can't get to his girlfriend because a particularly nasty Nightkin called "The Jailer" is guarding the room she's in--
here's how I handled it:
TO THE LAST, KILL THEM ALL.
VICTORY.
All kinds of cash and loot from those heathens.

It is a day almost like any other day. I wake up, I prepare, I arrive, I work. Yet there are moments where the world seems to clench, as if the veins of reality were experiencing an arrest. I am heading somewhere irrelevant, with a purpose non-specific. I see many people on my path: some smile, some politely nod, others glance, and the remainder ignore.

I mean the game itself kind of encourages this behavior. It gives me a gun called "the incinerator" that shoots fireballs and expects me not to burn a bunch of radioactive zombies to ash with it?
Oh it's one of those rare days where he's updated since I started typing this up.
Let's take a gander before I'm off to do something not this:
Oh. No he hasn't.
What's going on? All the entries are in a slightly different order now--
UUUUUUUH forget it.

LET'S DUEL

Today we have some sort of wannabe internet troll I think idk~
Certainly has the lingo down, but how can you be so versed in the words of a troll but still write fanfiction?
idk bro-- let's find out.
First thing off I can't figure out how to get to the "recent posts" section which is a big problem. That means I have to click back to read each individual entry.

Oh, to answer a question someone asked me before, yes, I do play PERSONA 4 with my sister, no, I do not play it with voice acting and no, I do not watch cut scenes if they have questionable content.

>I do not watch cut scenes if they have questionable content.
>I did not pay attention to the story of Persona 4
Also I have no fucking idea what "play it with voice acting" means. I wasn't even aware you could turn voice acting off. Why would you want to? These aren't games that are exactly big on game play. It's pretty much a classic dungeon crawl setup with brilliant story elements (for once in an RPG) so if you're skipping the story you might as well be playing any other game.
Also correct me if I'm wrong but aren't Persona 3 and 4 rated M for something like language and that ever-nebulous "mature themes"? Why the dick would you buy a game that has on the box in two places bywords for "explicit content" if you were just going to be offended and skip it?
Man I don't get people.
In fact, no, I blame you and your kind for why the second part of Persona 2 never came out in America. Fuck you this is YOUR FAULT.

What I do, if a game is above an E rating, is either shut off voice acting or the audio if the option isn't available, and read the dialogue out loud to her in different voices to match the characters and edit out bad and/or offensive/suggestive language.

Gee thanks for editing out everything cool in the world. You will miss everything cool and die angry.

That's how we played FFVII too. ◔ヮ◔

>FF7
>voice acting
>suggestive content/language
k
(it didn't have either of those things except for an extremely homoerotic cross dressing section that I frankly didn't understand when I was a kid)

OK I MAKE A 4KIDS VERSION OF THE GAMES SHUT YOUR MOUTH I DON'T CARE IF MY

What-fucking-ever. I'd like to point out at least... Two (three?) people were graphically shot on screen in Persona 3, one man commits suicide by holding onto primed grenade oh and there is that hilarious scene at the end where the entire world is almost destroyed by a giant demon.
Yeah, no, I think it's important to edit this game for language.

My P4 Normal 100% True BRO end is complete, now it's time for Expert 100% True PIMP end.

You know nothing of being a bro. YOUR KUNG FU IS WEAK.
Shit now she has pictures of Gundam models her friends gave her. You are not cool enough to have friends like that.

SO HOW CUTE WAS IT WHEN CNN THOUGHT MICHAEL JACKSON DYING WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN A BRITISH HOSTAGE SITUATION?

It is. Didn't you get the memo? Americans are way more important than British people. Sorry.
Now she's raging and I don't really get it because as big as a weeaboo as I am (Japanese 201 baby) I don't even get what she's blabbering about. Whatever, white people.

Commission prices are as follows:

Sketch: $5
Super-Deformed (Black & White OR Colored): $10
Pencils: $15
Black & White (Inked): $20
CG Color: $40
Traditional Color: $40

Comic (Black & White): $50/page
Comic (Colored): $75/page

What.
Now there's a link to a news post that an Iowa man was sent to jail for possession of child pornography because he had animu that depicts underage girls in sexual or compromising poses.
Further proof anime is for pedophiles in training.

combo of having to deal with pissant CompUSA employees, having to redo my project, not having a job and other Real Life dramu doesn't bother me too much.

Wouldn't have to deal with pissant CompUSA employees if you knew how to fix your own fucking computer, now would you?

Why do people assume other people don't have filters?

Oh we're talking about filtering speech, aren't we? This should be some nice hypocrisy.

For example, and I don't know if anyone reading this journal can tell, I might not have the cleanest mouth when I'm talking in an informal setting or with people I feel comfortable talking to (like loljournal, with friends, et cetera), but if I hear anyone say anything bad around my little sister or any other younger kid, I will have a problem with them and they will know it.

Yeah get bent.

"Oh, yeah, I totally remember watching/reading this as a kid, it was totally cool amirite I mean check out this shirt I got of it so everyone can see how much I like it" NO YOU MADE FUN OF ME FOR LIKING NERDY THINGS AS A KID YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH

>implying manga is cool
Also yeah times change. What you were made fun of for in high school (try being interested in it in elementary school when no one even knew what the fuck) is now acceptable discourse. Same way people are getting major chubbies over Batman shit. Imagine how angry those comic book nerds must be for being branded a nerd for 30 years and are still branded nerds despite the collective erection everyone has for the Joker now.
World's longest paragraph.

GUESS WHO GOT STRAIGHT A'S ON ALL HER FINAL EXAMS and would have gotten straight A's in her classes

Yeah well guess who aced everything that semester? Me.
Now here's her Japanese final (cool comic, broess, I just have to write papers :3) which I guess is fine grammatically but I can't fucking read it. Christ your handwriting is poor.
What is that a triangle? Atashi (wrong script, cunt) wa... Hontora? Oh a u! That's what that is! Okay. Atashi wa hontou ni shukudai o shitade... Ok whatever stopped caring.
0/10

IT'S FUNNY BECAUSE MACROSS ISN'T GUNDAM DO HO HO HO HO

:|
Also Japanese language brotip: it's called "yonkoma" for a reason. "Four panel" comics shouldn't be twelve panels.

EVERYONE ON THE INTERNET, CHILL THE FUCK OUT.

Seriously, die shittingly.
I can't take this shit anymore, goddamn. It just goes from one embarrassing reference to another. You can have an original thought without throwing out "EPIC" or "FOR THE LULZ xD!"
At first I thought you might be a wannabe troll but no, you're just a fagort.
Go away, you sicken me.

Ugh

If there's one thing I love more than Japanese in my blog titles it's Latin. People with Japanese in their titles are douches, people with Latin in their titles are pretentious douches.
Here we are: Veritas: Exposed.
What does that mean? "Truth: Exposed" Veritas is the Roman goddess of truth, borrowed (kind of) from the Greek personification of truth Aletheia.
First entry "My life has done a total 180" which has always been kind of an odd turn of phrase to me. "Total 180"? As opposed to what, a partial 180? Wouldn't that be a range of degrees from 1-179? Well, whatever.

Within the last week, my life has completely turned around. I went from hardly speaking to my friends to having dinner and movie dates out the ass. I went from hating myself to being... well, okay.

So there you have it. The "total 180" of "hate" is "okay".

I went from thinking no one liked me, that no one could ever think about me romantically, to hearing (FROM A BOY) that I am lovely, that my conversation is much enjoyed and that someone looks forward to talking to me.

Ha, ha seeking validation through the approval of others. Methought I espied a fragile spirit in yon thicket of ye Internete.

I hope lovely's not too far a cry from "wonderful" or "beautiful".

"Lovely" means, of course, "lovable" whereas wonderful is quite literal: full of wonder, and beautiful is likewise self-explanatory. You don't need any of these things to be lovable, so I wouldn't press your luck.

I feel like writing about all the people I'm jealous of and why.

Oh boy I love envy. It's such an ugly emotion.

Nobody seems interested in actually listening to me when I want to talk about this (and for good reason) so I have to settle for writing it down here.

Ah, I see. Sort of a "hiding it in plain sight" tactic.

Aubrey Galusha - she has a boyfriend who deeply cares for her and who lets her be her own person; she works as a scientist for Corning Incorporated and makes more money per year than my mother; she has the ability to budget; she has expertly managed her time between school, work and all else; she succeeds at everything she does;

Covetous and envious. I'll just break this down into two categories: she coverts peoples' relationships and wealth and she is envious of any skill they have that she doesn't have.
I'd have a suggestion here but frankly this entire entry is so stupid I can't even think of what to say outside of "don't be a cunt".

I guess it comes from that long line of Americans I am descended from... you know, the ones in the 17th century who were slaves to the motherland England.

What? I'm going to assume you're talking about the Puritans (who were English). They weren't slaves. They just weren't welcome in England because of the touchy political climate and them being zealous, unlikable douche bags.

I love England and I really love America but damn it, I don't want to be engineered for servitude.

Ha, ha, what? What, did the English send their specially engineered slaves to be slaves to the Native Americans? Yeah, I seem to recall that chapter in American history. Worked out for the Indians to be sure.

No matter how shitty a day/night I seem to have, work always fixes it. Bizarre. I hate servitude and yet it makes me happy.

"The loyal slave learns to love the lash" as they say.

Is this just more proof that I hate being happy and therefore, by implication, love being miserable?

Logical fallacy. Hatred of happiness is not implicit desire for misery.

(I should say manfriend as I don't think a quintegenarian qualifies for the term 'boy' and hasn't for at least three decades).

>Quintegenarian
The word you were looking for is "quinquagenarian" you pretentious prick.
A person between the ages of 50 and 59. Personally I'd just say "someone in their fifties" but then again I don't like to show off my ENORMOUS VOCAB (that's no existent in your case, way to be pretentious and wrong in the same sentence).

but I'm still so incredibly worried that I am going to essentially wander around alone... if not in physical person than in mind and spirit, perhaps even heart.

Well I guess an outing of friends is all about you, huh?

Oh, and I have a heathenistic desire to talk and dance around an obscenely large fire...

Hedonistic, you mean? The idea you seem to be trying to describe (trying being the operative word) is, indeed, "heathen" in which case... The word is heathen.

I'm restless and an idiot. My best friend just told me she's going to Massachusetts next weekend to see Plymouth Rock and Salem and other stuff with her boyfriend. And I'm jealous. Really jealous. Extremely jealous.

No, stop! You, jealous?

Am I damaged? Am I inherently evil? Or am I just plain stupid?

Since we seem to be referencing the Puritans a lot I'll use them as a point of reference: they'd argue all people are inherently evil, but personally I think you're just extremely selfish and stupid. Worse, in many ways, than plain evil.

I find it ridiculous that I'm only 20 and I'm trying to make myself be an adult. I am barely out of my teens! I should be running off with my friends to God-knows-where in the middle of the night and drinking myself silly around a bonfire all summer! I shouldn't have to commit myself to a job, a rent payment, a phone bill, an electric deposit, an adult life just yet.

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

I should get a few more years to raise hell and do what I want. Instead... I'm offering myself up to the Gods of Adulthood.

Gods of Adulthood, hrm. Who might they be?

I shouldn't be sitting around like an old spinster, relying solely on work and school to give me some semblance of a life.

So, what, you get trashed every weekend and suck some dicks in the back seat of some Honda Civic and those are the good memories?

I should be young and fast and hot and heavy and random and adventurous.

The transgressions of youth become the regrets of adulthood or something.

I should be partying in Dublin or dining in London, like I was three months ago.

Uh-huh.

People fucking suck. They're arrogant and ignorant and they never once bother to stop and ask how I am today, if I'm feeling all right, if I want to talk, if I'm sure.

Ohhhh maybe they're thinking the same thing about you. Ever think of that?
Also I'm getting the creeps now, I'm sure I've read this exact sentence before in another blog. Am I somehow reviewing the same blog again?

I just want to say that I would rather die of gangrene than get one of my limbs amputated.

'kay.

It really bothers me that I've so broken the mold as to what a girl, a woman, should be that no one would have the slightest interest in getting to know me, or eventually daring to love me.

Oh boy, so many things wrong with this thinking. Where to begin? First, just because you perceive yourself as being different does not mean you actually are. Second, just because you're different from the "woman" mold (not even getting into that logical mess) what makes you a likable person? From what I've seen you're wholly unlikable, and any alterations you've made to the stereotypical "woman" pattern (pretending something like this exists, or even makes sense) are generally for the worse.
In fact, if I had on my cynical face (and I do, as it never comes off) I'd say anything stereotypically bad about women is, in fact, exactly what you embody: you're petty, covetous, emotionally clingy and prone to hysteria.
Further, just because you're special doesn't mean you're useful.

I put myself in the friend zone and I don't know how to stop doing that.

Fuck isn't that what loser guys whine about all the time? Getting friend zoned? Guys don't have a friend zone, honey. And yeah I just called you honey because it's demeaning go get fucked.

They expect us to keep our heads down, our mouths shut and to not complain... ever.

Sounds like sensible management to me. You're being paid to work, not to fraternize.

I don't know... maybe I should feel bad about myself.

Finally something sensible from this blog. On this victorious note I'm going to do something else.

Dark Times

Off the coat tails of Halloween comes Election Day.
I can do this, I can do this-- okay.
Right away I'm already making an angry face at this blog. What is that in the upper right corner I spy?

Despite it's difficulty, I'm glad I've got the thumbs up to perform it.

"It's" doesn't impl-- fuck it.

When the lesson was over, I took the bus back to the dorms and played for another hour (bringing the grand total to about four hours for those who are counting) before heading to the union for lunch, which I'm eating now. Yay food.

I bet the people that live around you fucking despise you for this. Fuck you shut that claptrap up.

I've got to go to Japanese in twenty minutes, and then I've got to study for the midterm, which I suppose won't be too hard, as it's just memorization.

No, stop! Learning a language involves memorization? Jesus Christ a regular phenom at this, you.

I should really practice my kanji, but who knows how the fuck I'll feel after all this is said and done...

I like how she(?) structures this like "ehh maybe I should practice that I don't know" it's only one of the most difficult parts of Japanese. No big deal shouldn't have to keep up with that.

I think the trick to staying on top of things is going to be forgetting any ideas I might have had about keeping a social life... which is fine, really.

Fuck you what are you doing right now? Cut this shit out and get back to practice and maybe you wouldn't be so goddamn busy. I bet most of your day is filled with frivolous nonsense. I bet if you broke down how many hours you actually spent on kanji it'd be less than, say, ten.

I'm not here too make friends, or play Final Fantasy XI, I'm here to play the shit out of my guitar, and I'm determined not to keep looking like a total fuck-up in front of the whole guitar department.

You could stop playing Final Fantasy XI all together. It's just a second job you have to pay for. That'd be many hours a day freed up.
Also nice use of "too" there. You may not be an embarrassment to the guitar department but you're the laughing stock of the English department.

This may not look like a HUGE classload,

Because it's not. End of thought.

but do keep in mind that I'm trying to practice guitar for 2-3 hours a day and learn piano and another language XD Okay, I'm done.

Oh it does keep going. Nice "XD" there, weeaboo.
Further, you don't have to justify your class choices to me. Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself you're that busy, because if you aren't you really don't have an excuse for being such a huge twat.
Here's what I'd say in my situation: "yeah what little work I do have is mitigated by my immense genius. It's pretty fucking great to be me, actually."
Her next entry is entitled:

some weabooisms are absolutely unforgivable.

Which is really funny because I was thinking of titling this entry that.

Piano fundimentals was fun.

Fundamentals.

Japanese was... well, a bit tough XD You know when your teacher makes you do that super awkward "Getting to know you" bullshit that nobody likes, and it really couldn't get any worse? Now try doing it in a language you don't know XD Frustration ensues. I do have an EXTREMELY amusing anicdote, however.

Anicdotes, huh? Is that any relation to anecdotes? This is what gets me at every language class I've ever taken (which has been a few). How can people who don't even speak English properly possibly learn another lanuage? In this case it's one that doesn't even use the Roman alphabet.
Well maybe that would be to her benefit, but my point stands.
Here's the thing, though. If this was Japanese she'd have exacted this shit. I wouldn't be pointing out "it's actually fundamental and anecdote" because she'd have nailed it.
Goddamn weeaboos.

College is so hard. Somebody, anyone, please come to Milwaukee and put a bullet or two inside of me right the fuck now. I'll pay.

Yeah being a music major must be real fucking difficult. I drive past your ilk on a daily basis to my bombed out English building that doesn't even have proper lighting. Right past the domed edifice of Collegic Gothic construction that is the music department, past all the bescarved bards, and I think "wow those are people who lead difficult lives." Fuck you, music majors. You're privileged, spoiled fuckwits.
I wouldn't bear a grudge if you people didn't get two new buildings last year. My department can't even claim lightbulbs and you get a concert hall and a practice hall? No, fuck you.

How am I supposed to know which of these circles is the lower note!? I'm not ms. fucking Cleo over here.

Okay I know this one. I've done this before, let me try and remember. What do I do when I don't know something for a class?
I seem to recall there was a series of pages arranged in a linear fashion and bound with a binding-- oh that's right. I READ THE FUCKING TEXTBOOK YOU IDIOT.

dumb post? pretty much.

No, not from you.

all of this semester's tuition is do immedietly.

I haven't been to the University of Milwaukee's webpage, but I have to assume they have 090-level English classes that could get you up to speed.

Crazy eighty page packet thing - about affirmative action. I swear, I'm going to finish reading more undecided than when I started...

Shit you actually do that shit? I just said I lost it the day it was due and no one said anything because I was a senior.

And so once again I'm torn between two polar opposites. What's a romantic such as myself to do? *sigh*

Join the Baroque movement because it's for tough internet space marines such as myself.

So I kinda feel like shit, and I figure, rather than talking directly to a real person, I'd BLOG all my troubles away.

Logic would dictate I should end the entry here to stop a headache, but I won't because I'm fucking stupid.

This morning I was feeling sick when I woke up, but I hate taking time off from school, so I decided to tough it out.

Oh yeah, you, the scholar who not... Five hours later was complaining that she actually had to do homework? Yeah you'd be remiss to actually take a day off.

The day went pretty okay, physically, except every time I eat, it feels like I get hungrier. It's weird, the food I'm eating never seems like the food I need, and ends up looking really disgusting to me, and I feel like I need more and more of something else... (I also spent like a half hour in the bathroom, but I'll spare the details...)

Well I'd say you're pregnant but that can't possibly be unless this is the second coming of Jesus Christ. (Virgin birth joke I think I was going for here sorry I'm annotating this after I finished writing the entry)

My acoustic guitar has broken strings, so I brought along my electric today.

Play Money For Nothing. If you can make it through the entire opening solo with no fuck ups you'd officially be off my shit list.

Let alone how to go about decoding the crazy theory jumble, write it down, and actually play it.

Shit who knew they'd actually expect you to know music in music class?
Besides people who are actually good at instruments don't bother with any of this shit, do they? They just crank out badass guitar riffs and make millions.
Of course then there's the classically trained who appreciate this kind of shit and eventually join symphonies, but I imagine they thrive on just what you're bitching about.
Face it kid, you're not cut out for either life.

I'm actually to the point where I'm sick of listening to music. What the SHIT. I flicked through my iTunes going "lame, lame, lame, lame, lame" like nine times today.

Maybe you should download quality music because I never seem to have this problem.

Margret Cho kicked ASS.

Ha, ha really? That's surprising.

She called Anne Coulter "Kuntakinte" and I was laughing too hard to be offended.

Oh ha, ha. That's cute. No, really. That's... That's a cute joke.

So I've got a shitload of homework. Am I going to do it? Fuck no. Why? Because it's the last semester of my senior year and FUCK SCHOOL ANYWAY, that's why.

Yeah now you get it. Cutting out at noon to watch soap operas and go to the mall.
Well that's it. I'm tired of writing this.