Special K

If I had to describe you, what would I say?

Awesome

Intelligent

Gorgeous

Pretty damn great.

Is it offensive when the first thing that people point out is your beauty? Like that's the only thing they see? But then again, our physical appearances are what attract others initially. Like if I had to be honest, if the most perfect girl ever was sitting across from me ready to be engaged in conversation but she was fugly, there's no way I'd talk to her.

Anyways, back to you! I thoroughly enjoy talking to you, and being around you like I could talk to you for hours. Have you ever taken the time to ask yourself if you could spend six hours in a closet with someone and not be bored to death? I've asked myself that about you and I've come to the conclusion that, yeah I could spend six hours in a closet with you, there's a lot we would talk about. Just fyi, there aren't many people I can say that about, sooooo you know "special" ;)

You know what? I think we need to be locked in a closet for six hours, cause there's just a lot I wanna talk to you about. I mean like you. I want to get to know you, and I want to tell you about me (SOUNDS REEEEALLY CHEESY AND KINDA WEIRD, I REALIZE THIS) 

Is it presumptuous to think that you would accept to talk to me for six hours? Like maybe whenever I talk to you all you want to do is tell me to shut up and go away...that would suck...well I really hope you legitimately enjoy talking to me, I enjoy talking to you.

Remember that one time at lunch when you were all like "What if I ate like this?" and then ate all weird? Yeah that was really cute. 

OH! and i'm totally not a Beatles guy, cause that's laaaaaame! 

You know what I wanna do? I want to listen to the Antlers with you (god I sound like a creep right about now...) The Antlers are like this amazing band that makes music that's just so beautiful it's ridiculous.

But yeah we should do that sometime. You know what else we should do? We should play the guitar together and sing a song together, that'd be pretty cool. Did you know that I love to sing now? Like if you had asked me to sing a song like a couple of months ago I would've been all like "naaaah" but now, I just wanna walk around with a guitar and sing about things I see, like I'd narrate my own day through song...actually that sounds like a good idea. 

Umm what was I going to say, oh yeah! My life is embarrassing! Maybe a couple months ago I'd be really embarrassed by my life, but now...well yeah it's embarrassing, but y'kow...it's my life!

I don't know if this is what you expected when you told me to write about you, but if it isn't, well I'll just try again another time. I mean after all you are the only person reading this blog! 

Get over yourself...only then can you be a lunatic

It's not hard to talk to yourself. Once you get past the stigma of course.
Who talks to themselves? Crazy loners right? WRONG!
Everyone does and they should do it more often. Why? Cause you're a great listener that's why. Because you won't have to worry about judging yourself cause you know you are if you are judging, and you know that you aren't when you're not judging. You won't have to worry about losing things that are interesting to talk about, because who knows you better than you?

My first experience talking to myself was a few years back. I had a raging fever and I awoke in the middle of the night...I'm pretty sure I was going crazy then but whatever. I woke up and lay in bed for a while...then I started to talk. What I said was extremely interesting, I was telling my life story...but the "I" was a man in the Civil War who had lost his legs in battle....HOW FUCKING WEIRD IS THAT? I was telling my story and to me it all sounded straight up legit...like the detail in my stories was ridiculous. To begin with I knew next to nothing about the Civil War at the time. I would have had to be a historian to be able to recount this man's story, which I am not...well that same night I got tired of being that soldier and then I just got up and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water...like nothing had just happened. On the way back I stopped by the bathroom and used the thermometer to check my temperature...103 point something, yeah that wasn't good...but I just stood at the sink staring at myself for a while, and by a while I meant like ten minutes...well one thing I can say is that it was a weird night, and i'm sure I was close to losing my mind...it's kind of scary.

BUT ANYHOO...Like I was saying talking to yourself is fun, try it sometime...just be sure to keep it about real things, when you cross that line between reality and fiction...it's time to get the fuck outta there.

I'll post something about talking to yourself about real life and stuff like that later, for now I'm gonna finish up this post and go to bed. Okay? Okay, awesome.

Oh yeah, I forgot to put a title on this one

bleh...I don't feel too inspired right now :/ I've been sitting around for the last couple hours trying to find something to do, well actually to be honest I do have things to do...I could go outside or something, or I could like read a book, or maybe I could do some homework...somethin like that...yeah I'll do that later.

Right now I want to write about something. Maybe I'll tell you that I started writing my own manifesto a couple of days ago and I'm a couple of pages in, but it all seems redundant and unnecessary...kinda like these blog posts..ohhhhh ice burn on myself! -__-

But yeah I started one night when I was alone, bored, and totally inspired. I don't know by what though. And it's sitting underneath my bed right now waiting for me to pick it up and continue letting my brain vomit all over the pages (lovely mental image there, I know). Well it shouldn't (and can't) hold it's breath cause the truth is that this blog is pretty much my canvas now...well not canvas, more like ummm "place to write about random crap"

Maybe one day when robots take over the world I'll use the notebook rather than this keyboard. But then again, in the case of a robot apocalypse I doubt I'd have time to write about anything but you never know! I could be the journalist that the people of america choose to write about the Robo-pocalypse...I can dream can't I?

Speaking of dreams! I swear my subconscious got a hold of some steroids or somethin! Cause I've been having some craaaaazy dreams lately. But they aren't necessarily bad dreams either they're dreams that don't really feel like dreams at all. They feel like the rest of my existence...it feels kinda cool...but kinda weird...but whatever.

I kinda wanna go to bed

So It's 9:57 right now according to my computer's clock. I just had two bowls of Cheerios, the plain boring kind not the honey nut ones -__- I would kill for some honey nut cheerios, and I would kill harder for some Golden Grahams <3. But anyways, the fact of the matter is that it's almost 10 o' clock and in an hour or so, I'll be off on my way to see the premiere of The Hangover 2, pretty awesome no?
Right now I kinda wanna listen to that new-ish Washed Out joint...it's a pretty awesome tune, well I like it.
And yep, right now I'm also thinking about a girl, well to be honest, I pretty much think about girls all the time. But it's usually only about one, see that? I'm faithful even in my imagination, gentleman points???? Well as I was saying, yeah I'm thinking about this girl. She's so pretty...and yeaaaaaaaahhh I'm reaaaally into her, maybe she might be the one person I give a link to this blog to, who knows??
What's the use of having a blog if you're not going to whore it out and post links all over your Facebook or something? It's just a waste! No one's gonna read it pretty much, I know for a fact no one's read my posts on here but me...and i'm totally fine with that!
I mean it would be nice to get a few people to read this and maybe not tell me it's garbage, hopefully it isn't! I would like to think that my writing isn't that bad...

I played the piano for about an hour today, it was amazing. Given that I don't own any sort of piano/keyboard any time I have with one is just awesome, you see I'm totes teaching myself how to play. Wanna hear my goal? Of course you do! I just wanna be able to play this...oh man that's just the most beautiful sounding thing like ever. I'm a sucker for the piano because it sounds just gorgeous *sigh* I even had a moment while playing today, where I just stopped and realized how amazing pianos are.
awwww...I want one....
I guess i'll just have to be satisfied with the guitar for now...meh everyone plays guitar though! I mean it's totally uninspired! "Oh look, another teenage boy who plays guitar"
But don't get me wrong, I love the guitar, it was my first love!

Well anyways, I've still got like half an hour to kill. I'm gonna go play guitar or something...

Umm yeah double post

So I feel like I could write about anything, just don't expect to get any life changing ideas out of any of this writing...I'm doing this cause I feel comfortable typing stuff out rather than writing it out.

And maybe years from now when i'm super famous and have sexy models all over my business (read: dick) sure no one'll find a worn old journal filled with my writing...nope! They'll have this blog! Shiny and the only way they'll know it's old is because of the date, yep, can't tear a blog post nor can you accidentally spill coffee on it! Well actually you can spill it on your computer and well that would pretty much suck...but! I digress!

What I was saying is that this is sort of a description of why I decided to go on the internet and write these rambling "things" (yeah please forgive me, but I can't find the word for it, i'd use "post" but I feel like I've used that word at least a million times in this post...ugh -__-)

Ahhh, the internet <3 how did I live my life before you?

<3

I remember that young boy, who would buy CD's because he heard a song on the radio...the same boy who loved his television. Although it wasn't ever his television, it was either his mother's or the one that the family shared...that boy dreamed of having a television in his room where he could stay up until the wee hours of the morning just burning through some brain cells, filling his mind with whatever was on the few local channels. Pretty much the only thing that stood above television for this child was this bad boy ------->

I actually had this color and you can't see it in this picture but the back is...(are you ready for this??)...BLUE! I KNOW! SO BAD ASSED IT HURTS...it was legendary...my first love? I think sooooooo!

But it legitimately pains me to say that I no longer own it...

Did everyone grow up on Pokemon? Maybe, but I just remember being ridiculed in my 4-6th grade classes for playing it...No, fuck you guys I don't want to play soccer...well then, quite a bit of unresolved anger there!

I'm rambling way too much for today. I'll just try and write something meaningful tomorrow...

So a Blog, huh?

So Mr. Ratburn's former teacher...turns out he's streets ahead of him in every aspect.

What the fuck?

I just always felt that Mr. Ratburn epitomized the tough teacher, no one else gave more homework or made the kids do as much work. I always figured that Ratburn's permanent fourth grade class were the ones who had it the worst...and those pansies in the classroom across from them had it sooooo easy..."Oh hey class! Today we're gonna SING A SONG!!" ...wow, I always hated those kids, seemed to me that they were the kids who had everything growing up, that teacher was waaay too easy on them...

But as I was saying, who ever thought bringing in a character that's worse (or better) than Mr. Ratburn. It's like finding out that there's a whole other part of this Arthur universe, but everything's just...better. It makes you wonder what else is out there that the writers haven't told us about.

Is there a girl who's even more stuck-up and rich than Muffy?

Is there a guy who's even smarter than the Brain?

Someone goofier than Buster?

Someone more well-suited to be the star of a show than Arthur?

Maybe it's better that we don't see that part of the Arthur universe, because it brings up the question, "Why weren't we treated to this far superior cast of characters?"

It just feels bad, think of it like this, I'm sure everyone has a person or group of friends that they see as pretty much amazing, imagine how you'd feel if you happened upon another person that's just all of your idols, heroes combined, and then some more! And the kicker is that they don't seem to break a sweat over it.

I guess it all just comes down to the fact that there's always another challenge to be faced, and no matter how hard we try, we'll never EVER be what it is we aim to be...but we'll die trying to get there.

Oh and by the way: I'll try not to make a habit out of making posts with such a heavy "Arthur" influence...