Hate Me In Ways, Yeah Ways Hard To Swallow

Song: Hate Me...Blue October

I find life to be really suckish sometimes. Especially when you have everything but a reason to be so sad, and still all you can do is sit there and be...sad. And mad, and all the other things you don't ever want to be.

I'm starting to feel the pre-pressure of the adult world coming on, and let me tell you, I do not like it. I don't want a job, I don't want to go to college, I don't WANT to grow up. I can't help wondering what the point is if you're constantly doing things that you don't want to do. You're here for about four score years, and a lot of people spend the vast majority of that time just trying to make it through. That's pretty jacked up if you ask me. I look at all this stuff in my room and think about how in a couple years or so it's not going to be acceptable anymore. I want to keep the YA books on my shelf forever, and I never want to take down my band posters. I want to be able to wear these clothes for the rest of my life without being too old for them.

But I guess life isn't about what you want, right? It's about whatever you have to do to survive it.

Let me tell you what I want, more than anything. Although, the list of things YOU want almost definitely doesn't include hearing mine...

I want to be a tattoo artist.
I want to have a better connection with people.
I want to be myself, but more than anything else...

I want to like that person.

And I'm Thinking, What's The Harm In A Bit Of Rhetoric And Charm?

You're not! Getting any sleep tonight. You're not! Getting any sleep tonight.

Song: No Sleep Tonight...Enter Shikari

Talk about dramer. Personal dramer. I hate this kind of dramer that makes you constantly think about it, which means constantly thinking about yourself, which makes you really annoying and conceited...to yourself. More self centeredness!!! IT'S A NEVER-ENDING CYCLE OF SELFNESS. And I hate it. I really do.

Today's topic, compliments of Random Word Generator Plus, is...

Arrangements.

Now, flower children, there can be many kinds of arrangements. There can be custody arrangements, tutoring arrangements, floral arrangements, faunal arrangements, et cetera. You can arrange your pillows, arrange your legs, or arrange the probably post expiration date items in your refrigerator. You can have arranged marriages, arranged murders (which lead to arranged funerals), and arranged births. At least I'm hoping for the sake of the birthER that the birthEE's birth was, in all honesty, arranged. Now, doesn't the word "arrange" sound kind of weird?

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm begging of you, please don't take my man...please don't take him even though you can...I cannot compete with you, Jolene. <---What a good song. Well. I can't think of anything else that you need to know for your general well-being. So...off to the writing blog. By the way. I hate to admit that I love this song...but listen to Billionaire by Travie McCoy

...Because I thought you might get a kick.