backup.

it's funny how people say things that they can't back up.
it's like they just want an input.
it's like they just want to be in the discussion just for the sake of being there.
all i'm saying is... if you just have a vague idea of the topic at hand, don't get into the conversation.
nobody wants to look like an idiot.
just save yourself from looking like the moron you probably are.
i'm not being mean, and i don't think i'm smarter or better than anybody else.
i admit, i'm a dumbass.
i'm just sick and tired of seeing and hearing people speak nonsense.

speaking of backup... bros before hoes.

unblalance me.

woo... i dunno how i'm feeling right now.
i don't feel happy, but i don't feel sad either.
if there was a middle stage inbetween happy and sad that's where i would be right now.
maybe, i've reached the balance i've longed for.
and i'm still not satisfied.
i can't stay at a state of peace and freedom for a long time.
i need something to work for.
i crave a build-up.
i can't live a life of resolution.
something has to be broken for me to keep working.
i need imperfection.

expansion.

expansion of the mind, recession of the brain.

idk, where that came from. it just came to my head as i was opening up my facebook. weird, huh.
anywho, i love oxymorons.
one, it contains the word: moron
and two, if used properly, it can end up something very beautiful.
my respect for poetry, arts, and humor have doubled, tripled, or even squared itself.
i appreciate everything truly amazing that has been placed before me that can either be inspiration or another work of art for my pleasure.
because art in its essence is pleasure.

more poetry for ya.

enlightenment.

i am in a state of happiness that only Smashing Pumkpins have captured the essense of.
it's a calm, care-free kind of happiness.
akuna matata is the closest thing i can think of to describe the kind of feeling i'm getting.
it feels great. in fact, it's overwhelming.
my only wish is that i can stay this way.
but, i know it's going to end eventually and i'm going to fall back to earth and hit my head really hard.
until then, i'm going to enjoy this and bask in it's glory.

life... please stop.

is it good that i'm trying to stay in a good mood? yes.
is it bad if i'm in not feeling too good? yes.
is it good that i'm constantly in a bad mood and life doesn't stop disappointing me? no.
my parents don't ever listen to me because they're too stubborn, i can't tell my friends about what's making me sad because i don't know why and i'm afriad they might take it too far.
i can't stop complaining and bitching about how bad my life is. my life is too easy. it's too boring.
i should be content with how simple and good my life is. but i'm not.
please god, give me something that will keep me happy forever without completely fucking up who i am.
i don't want to have to rely on something or somebody for my happiness.
everything is just temporary for me.

nerds collide.

i really wonder what goombas think of mario.
like, if they've ever had a conversation about how mario stomps on them. i mean, they're just passing by, and they aren't really doing anything. yes, their facial expressions look like they would beat the shit out of mario, but, come on, they're harmless! well, they will kill mario if he touches them
they don't even have arms for christ's sake.
the next time you play a mario game, just avoid the little guys.
their lives are important too.... i guess.

i don't understand dungeons and dragons. and i dont plan on understanding it. lol
napoleon dynamite isn't a nerd, he's just insane.

just saying.

*scream.

woo, it's holiday season, and i'm gonna gain some weight. NO GOOD!
i'm back to being in a good mood. GOOD!
i really hate some people and can care less about them. GOO-NO GOOD? IDK.
i'm going to enjoy myself until 2012.
and if the world doesn't end by then, i'm still going to enjoy myself.
my mind changing experiences changed my mind.
um... i feel like i'm forgetting to say something...
whatever. i'll let it bug me, 'til i actually remember.

idc.

there's something wrong with me. but i don't know what it is.
maybe it's just my attitude. maybe, mentally, i need to calm the fuck down.
my mind is in a mess right now. i'm probably going to end up doing something that will end my life.
i meant that literally and figuratively.
i've come to terms with my insecurity and self-esteem a long time ago.
it seems like something new is bugging the fuck out of me.
whatever the hell it is... it needs to leave me alone.
"walk with me, suzy lee"

so chill.

people would probably describe me as either:
.chill
.quiet
.funny
or...weird.
and frankly, i don't care. if that's how they see me, okay then. i'm completely fine with that.
i just love how my friends are so awesome. i just wanna spend my time with them. i always have a fanfuckingtastic time with them.
and i realized that all i need are my friends.
and my family... i guess. wouldn't that be fucked up if i didn't care about them?
as long as i have my friends, i know i'll be happy.
this is probably the highlight of my life.
and i wanna spend it with the people that matter to me the most.
even though they might think i don't care, but, i really do.
i'm feeling really fucking sentimental right now.
I FUCKING LOVE YOU GUYS

i'm here.

they're coming to destroy me and i'm not leaving.
you can go save yourself, i'm taking all they've got and i'm pretty sure i won't survive.
so, go. i'm still going to be here after all this is over.
make sure everything you do is for the best.
as long as you're happy, i'm happy.
if you ever need me, i'll be here... waiting.

nothing ever goes according to plan for me.
i get my hopes up just so they can come crashing down to the ground.
if something does go perfectly for me, i'd probably think i'm dreaming.
because i probably am.

idgaf.

if i went out in public with just my underwear and a shirt on, i really wouldn't care. i can care less about whatever the fuck is cool right now or if people think i'm weird. i don't really give a fuck about what the norm is or whether what i'm doing is okay or not. i really don't care about the majority of the population. i stopped caring a long time ago. and most of my emotions froze into a large block of ice way before i stopped caring.
at least i'm not a complete loser.
but i will admit that i am a dork.

what if.

if i suddenly gained a superhuman ability, like superstrength or incredibly fast reflexes, i would be really happy with myself. well... maybe not superstrength (it's kinda over used).
if i gained some sort of power or ability, i can do something really fun with my life.
instead of writing this, i can kick some ass and make some sort of costume so i can be a superhero.
i won't wear any tights or make it flamboyant.
why?
because it's gay... obviously.
also, so i can become a symbol this city needs.

bittersweet.

happiness is only how you see it.
i don't know where that came from. i thought of that on a sunday morning after i woke up. weird huh.

anywho, there must be something wrong with me. i've been laughing at pretty much everything. did somebody exhale an everlasting hit of marijuana into my mouth when i was asleep? whether it be funny, or if something bad happens to somebody (even if it's me), i'd laugh at it. even when nobody else is laughing or if it's not supposed to be funny, i'd laugh at it. if something truly unfortunate happens to me in the time span in which this grim laughter is occuring, i really wouldn't care. i might just laugh at how sad or fucked up it is. LMAO.

repression.

why am i trying to get rid of my emotions?
i dont know.
there must be something wrong with me.
i digress, i think im better without them.
nevermind, i dunno what to do.
i wish things aren't complicated.

holy hell.

my body is out of fucking whack right now.
i'm not hungry, i get tired at the most random times, and i feel happy when i actually don't feel too well.
i think i'm dying.
or it just might be puberty.
either way, i hope it ends soon.

robots.

i wonder how the world would be without emotions.
music and a lot of creative artforms wouldn't exist because they're inspired by emotion.
not to mention we would be boring lumps of crap who don't give a shit.
but we won't feel the bad feelings that we get that sometimes leads to suicide.
those types of emotions actually led to horrible outcomes. such as school shootings, terrorism, and the holocaust.
and we won't feel the wonderful things like pleasure, joy, and love.
maybe we would have all of that futuristic bullshit that we all dream about, but don't have a fucking clue how to make because we spend our time dealing with stress, insecurity, and the joys of life.
i actually have an idea of how things might turn out without emotions:
a futuristic wasteland.

wow.

all i can say is:
i don't know what to feel right now...
is it bad? i don't know.
is it good? who knows.
i hope that i don't end up regretting everything i've done.
because i don't know how things are going to end up.
i just want to stay happy.

"drew, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"who's talking to me?"
"your concience."
"ooh! what's going to happen tomorrow?"
"i'm your concience, not a fortune teller. you fucking idiot."

ugh.

boredom is really getting to me.
i wish i could drive.
then i would go where ever the hell the wind takes me.
that was corny.
whatever...

happy holloween.

it's not my favorite holiday. but, watever.
i can safely say that i'm a moody ass sonuvabitch.
"WHAT?!"
"...mhm...."
"NO WAY!!"
"...way..."

i made this in zach and jake's house.

i'm such a badass for this. lol.
i love the fact that i have good friends.
oh well....
PEACE.

my christmas list.

-my own laptop.
-a good time.
-a car.

why do i want a good time for christmas?
well, why the hell does Billy Mays have to be so awesome?

anyways, most people will probably just wonder why i'm making my christmas list in October.

ooh, a peice of candy.

"there's a leech on your leg."
"huh?"
"nothing. don't worry about it."

what is it about people as a whole that confuses me?
is it how diverse everyone and everything is?
or is there something that i don't understand?
i don't know. but, there's something i do know....
trying to learn everything isn't as cracked up to be as it sounds.
what i'm trying to say is: "scientists should stop trying to learn everything for once."
they should take a break, get drunk, or get high. why not?
let yourself have a life for once.

still on a wave of satisfaction.

The Pixies made their headquarters in my mind. and they won't stop playing Wave of Mutilation.

yay me. at the moment, i'm happy with... pretty much, everything.
maybe not everything, but i'm happy with most of everything right now.
doodeeleedoo.... dada.... dee.... doodeeleedum

well, PEACE OUTS muddapuckas.

leave me.

i'm so sick of seeing and hearing bullshit everyday.
one of these days.... straight to the moon....
i can't go to school without feeling like i'm defeated.
don't worry, i'm not going to commit suicide.
there's so much to live for.
then again....
no, there's a reason i'm here. almost everybody has a reason to be alive.
for the rest of you that don't have a purpose, do something with yourselves.

i'm just glad i still have whatever dignity my parents didn't strip me of already.

wave of satisfaction.

i freaking love The Pixies now.
um... i'm drawn at a blank here..... hmm.... forgot what i was going to say.
.
.
.

oh yeah, FLCL is awesome too.
i don't know how you could sleep at night if you don't know what FLCL is.

Well... i love the fact that i'm getting really fawking creative art wise.
but, i'm hating that i'm not at the same level of happiness with life right now as i am with my muses.

i'm just going to have to do something about that.

dissapointing miracles.

my imagination is growing and evolving every single day.
so is my knowledge of the world.
so i decided to write a story about a great adventure. lolz.

Drew and Cody's Bogus Adventure

     Two adolescents end their school day in hopes the rest of their day goes great.  They leave school to get some money for their plans later.  Once their first 'quest' is accomplished, they walk to the nearest area of resfreshment to quench their thirst.  It turns out Cody, one of the teens is hungry as well.  Drew on the other hand, is not. lol
Once they are refilled with liquids that will give them the energy to venture to the familiar land of Cordeliand.
     They tried to chillax at their companion, Sach's, house. but he was being a douche and told us he was going to a football game. As they tried to find a place where they could find food and shelter (because they were being hobos), they try to hit up their fellow teens to see if they were down to hang out with us.  To their dismay, most of them were going to the football game and the two were greatly disappointed.
      But, a very kind and somewhat badass friend of theirs obliged to join our journey.  even though they weren't so sure about chillin' wit their bud.  So they go to the Brook of Oak and meet up with the vibrant couple whom they didn't mind being with.  It turns out their friend was there too. So, they relax at the Oak with him after they have a conversation with Cody and Hailey (the couple). 
      He tried to offer them some "fun plants", but they refused.  Instead, they converse about Tony, the T-Birds, cheese, and a knife.  After their encounter with him, they try to find another place of fortitude.
      They called and walked for a long while.  Minutes became thirty minutes, and thirty minutes became sixty, and so on and so forth.  Eventually, they ended up and Hailey's house and finally had a place to chill.  They had a very relaxing and good time at her home.  Cody even played finger fooz.
       When time came that they leave, Drew and Cody choose to walk to the football game to meet up with the rest of the gang, alliance, whatever the hell you want to call it.  to make a long story short, they froze their asses off waiting.
       Suddenly, the terrible lords that own Drew forced him to return to his home even though he wasn't finished with his valiant quest of fun, food, and go karts.  he could have even played laser tag.  Drew was very angry, so angry in fact, his penis punched his pants and receded from the pain.
       Drew had to leave Cody to freeze all because his overlords were being pricks.  Thankfully, the rest of the horde left the football game and proceeded to the palace which is known as Scandia and had a blast whilst Drew was hella pissed at home.
      Well, at least Drew had time to to what he does best, draw and write retarded stories of what happened to him.

  "... and that was my bogus adventure with one of my good friends cody."
  "grandpa drew, you're so lame."
   "i know, i know."

gawd.

frustration and stress have been gettin to me...
i really want to beat the living hell out of somebody.
i socked my brother cuz he was fuckin around. but that's not important.
i feel like my emotions are chained to a wall...
and the only ones getting out are the bad ones.
for some reason, they persevere...

nothing's helping out.
thanks nothing.

why even try.

if i know that i don't have a big chance at succeeding, why whould i even try so hard?
i'm most likely going to fail. it's like i'm trying for the sake of trying.
i don't know if should continue to try...   it seems so pointless...
i don't even know if it's worth trying. 
if i fail, i knew it was going to happen.
where is my mind?

yessir.

i feel great. i don't know why. it's probably because i've been having a good time.
yeah, i think that's why. don't really want to write anything long.

so.... that's it.

wassup mah nig.

yo, i gots some mad flow
go fuck yahself you manbitchhoe
rape ya on dis 3 demension
as a matter of fact, i should mention
the way you make me laugh
when you fail all the time, times a half
i'm tha man, im gonna epic win
at bowlin, i ain't finna miss a pin
comin up with dis shit off da top of mah head
keepin on readin dis u gonna be dead
cuz a clowns
gonna take you down
to the bottom of the land and set you free
so you can see the true side of me
everyday i sit and stare
when you look all i do is glare
you think this is about love?
your mindset's below, i'm above
im jking
i dont know what i'm saying
thought of this shit while i was playing
legend of zelda. XD

i was listening to way too much MF Doom.

glad.

i'm so glad that i live in a place where nothing really tragic ever happens. i mean that nothing of epic proportions ever goes down, here, where i am settled. in other places around the world, bad things happen everyday, whether it be famine, war, natural disasters, and so forth. whenever i think about what goes on in those places, i feel sad that they have to go through that and they have no way of getting out of their situation. and, i feel spoiled to have such a good life. i want to be able to help them out, but i don't have a way to help them out. i can find one, but laziness and lack of perseverance prevents me from doing so.
plus, there are some places where people can't express themselves. cough* north korea. 
i feel so fortunate to be able to live in a place where self-expression is encouraged.

i sleep with one eye open.

 i like to think that nothing's ever going to happen to me. when i say that, i mean nothing of great significance is ever going to happen to me. i'm going to go through the same thing other people will go through. i'll do everything that i have to do. i won't go beyond of whatever the standard is. i kno that i can, but i won't.

i'm too lazy to do anything. i think of doing something and tell myself to do that when i get the chance. but when the time i have to commit comes around, i don't commit. even when i used to skate i didnt really skate, but i tried. I kept on telling myself to commit to it, and i'll do it. i should probably do the same thing and apply it to my life. maybe i'll make something out of myself.

sense of home.

alright, so... i was just walking around my house. i was going back and forth 'cause my mom wanted me to do stuff for her. i don't just walk around my house for no reason. i'm not that weird.
and... as i was walking around, a strange feeling sort of, engulfed me? i felt like home.
it doesn't make sense at first, but keep on thinking it if you don't get it immediately.
i felt like this was my home. instead of feeling like this is just my house, i felt like home.
home and house are two different things.  i get that feeling every once and awhile, but, this one really hit me. i actually sat on my bed for half a minute to really take in the feeling i was getting.
so.... yeah. that happened.

huh.

it seems that people are too shy or afraid to post a comment or rate my stuff.
don't worry. i don't bite... at least, not that hard.
having that said, i hope that people actually post their thoughts. instead of telling me in person what you thought. which is pretty annoying. come on, we have technology!
i'm glad i got that off my chest.

okay, i just realized how difficult it is to work on the computer without feeling the urge to goof off.  maybe that's just me. i probably have a slightly low attention span. but, high enough so that i don't have a.d.d. i have a hard time listening to my teacher when i'm getting lectured as is. and i still don't know how i have good grades...
oh yeah, i'm asian. THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING.

repetetive.

is how i would describe my life as of right now. i'm getting sick and tired of the same daily routine, day in and day out. i wish it could end. i wish school could be optional after middle school. 
or... maybe, everything would spontaneously turn opposite. i wish i slept during the day and had my fun at night.  perhaps i can just forget the rules and do everything my way for once.  i wish i could end the daily grind just for a while.
too bad i can't...

hmm.

i'm drawn at a blank here. i don't know what to write...
oh no! writer's block!!
i'm just kidding. i actually want to tell you, the wonderful person you are because you're really reading this, how i got into writing. or... at least try to sexplain- explain how i got the "writing bug". it's more like a writing parasite.

okay, so... i was listening to really good music a while back, and i listened to the lyrics and my brain had an orgasm.i'm speaking figuratively, of course. and i loved it. i read some really good shizz... one thing led to another, and the writing parasite found the perfect place on me to attach itself on to, my peni- my brain.
and, that's how i recall it began.

weather.

i'm gonna start this off by saying that i favor cold weather over warm weather.
you might be saying to yourself: "why?"
well.... to answer your question, i like cold weather because you don't get smelly if you stay outside for an extended period of time. and for me, that's the case when it comes to my P.E class. i have it at the worst time possible: the middle of the day. i don't have it in the morning to wake me up, and i smell like poopoo- well, not poopoo, i'd say i smell like the boys' locker room. which, isn't something you'd want to smell like.
added, i smell like that for lunch, tutorial (study hall) and my last period.
'Drew, isn't having it first worse?'.... well, no. it's not. i should know. i used to have it first thing in the morning. i would say that i enjoyed having it in the morning... woah, i'm talking about P.E....
the main reason i like cold weather is: i'm a vampire!
no, i'm joking, i'm not a vampire, i'm a ghost. :/
well, i like cold weather because, for some reason, i feel more relaxed? no, it's because cold weather is something i don't get a lot because i live in california. so, its special to me.
'but the weather's nice in cali?'... yeah, too nice. don't get me wrong, i like nice weather as much as the next guy, but i like it when it's a little colder. and because i like the feeling of being warm under a blanket when it's cold. yes, i'm strange.

oh me.

i never seem to be happy. even though i'm in a good mood, i'm not happy for some reason.
i still don't know why that is. is there something wrong with me?
or am i just not content with anything anymore? i dont know.
satisfaction seems to elude me...
but, i'm trying to get to the point where i'm actually happy or content.
i'm trying as hard as i can to get there.
and if i do... i might just die getting there.

oh shizz.

i really hope i get into the industry that i really want to get into. comics.... acting.... comedy....
because, i'm getting better at "my craft". and i'm seeing positive stuff when in comes to school and where i'm headed in the future.
maybe i'm being way too optimistic.
maybe, i'm just in a good mood.
if everything turns out the way i hope them to be, 2012 doesnt happen and i get into a good college
there might be a chance that my goals and dreams can be fulfilled in the near yet, frightening future.

oh crap.

WHAAAAAAAAT is this place? LMAO

that was a line from one of my favorite flash videos. NO, not flash as in women showing off their breasts. I meant flash as in flash animation. perverts.
any who, I've been trying to think of something to draw so I can get my mind off of stressful matters in my life. don't want to get into that. Added that I don't really have that much to do and I have a lot of free time on my hands, I should be able to think of something.
Sadly, I cannot. for one reason, I keep on eating.... because I'm a fatass. secondly, i have homework. I dont know why i still have homework, i should be done with that by now, but who gives a fuck, right?
I've been swimming in the amazing ocean which is Deviantart.com, to find something that would get my mind car going. I found something.... one thing led to another....
and i threw away a lot of drawings. not to mention a whole tree worth of paper.
so... I might swim a little bit more and find something else to dazzle me. PEACE OUT.

feelin' good.

so, recently, i've been pretty optimistic and i've had a better attitude towards things. luckily, i haven't had a bad day since i changed my way of thinking.

previously, i've had pretty low expectations for everything so that i don't get disappointed if whatever it is turns out shitty. and i have had a "pissed all the time" expression. one day, i've got tired of thinking negatively about everything and decided to change my ways.
so... here i am, a happier person. and, yes, "bad" things have happened to me, but, i just ignore them and don't let them get to me.
listening to some feel-good, and quite relaxing music doesn't hurt either.

mind rape.

is what boxxy did to me. if you don't know what boxxy is (which you probably do), just google her. what happened with her and all the stuff other people did is actually pretty interesting. i actually want to congratulate her for all the shit she caused.
anywho... i finally got boxxy out of my head. meaning, she was dancin around in my head(not literally. but, you know what i mean. i hope) for almost a week. and i just got her out of my head. at one point, i thought i was in love with her. which is sorta creepy. nevertheless, she's out. HOORAY!
but if you're like me(a comic geek... what a shame.) don't watch her videos. go ahead. but, i'm warning you.
So... that happened.

talent rape.

i dont kno if thats the proper way to say that somebody is getting used just for their talent in less than three words. but, yeah. have you ever seen or known anybody who was getting used for their abilities/skills/talents/ for somebody else? maybe you've seen that kind of thing on tv or somewhere else. but, lately, i've been feeling that way. being that people are requesting that i draw them. i can say no, bet, that would be rude. and i like drawing, so... idont know what the problem is. i'm just worried that i might disappoint them.
maybe that's hows it's gonna be like when somebody's working for a comic publisher.

feelin' creative.

Recently, I've been listening to stuff that get my creavtive gland active. I'm really conflicted about either writing something, drawing stuff, or reading a really good book. I know I'm going to end up drawing something. But, I'm still going to think of reading or writing. Sadly, I draw my best at night, so I'm going to have to wait til' then to get something good. I know, it's weird. Nevertheless, I'm going to get something done eventually.

the more the merrier.

the sad truth is, a massive amount of people die everyday. but. you're going to have to accept it. it's a fact. and even though people are dying, the Earth's population is over six billion. and counting. yeah, you know the old saying the more the merrier? well... it's gone to the point that there's so much people the party stopped becoming merry and is turning into this giant orgy of famine, war, and other bad things.there's so much people, CO2 emmision is extremely hard to lower. I'm not trying to be a hippie, but global warming exists. and people need to stop having sex so much! it's really hard to grasp that the world isn't going to end soon. and i'm scared.

estrogen and expression.

estrogen has nothing to do with this post. i just wanted a title that had a little zing to it. thats said, i draw/sketch stuff. and i plan on making a career out of it. (wow, i'm telling way too much stuff about myself on this blog, but wateva) it's my way of expressing myself. everybody has their own way of expression. whether it be dancing, music, making videos, writing, pissing people off, ect. i feel bad for the people that have no "talents" per say. and all they do is socialize. wait a minute, maybe socializing is their way of... nm. everybody has a way to express themselves. but, bear with me on this.... there are actually people that have virtually zero ways to express themselves. i know, its sort of depressing, but, they exist.
so... yeah, that's it. just wanted to post this before i go to school. and teachers completely ruined their careers by becoming teachers.

i feel weird.

for one thing, i'm relaxed right now. and i'm nrevous about school and i' m somewhat excited about school? and i feel happy right now. and that's rare for me. i usually never feel as calm and happy and good as i am right now. it's weird. i should probably go and get some in-n-out right now.

stressing bout school.

stress has been a big part of my life. especially when i was a freshman. High school hit me life a Ford F150 being driven by a dumb ass. first of all, middle school was pretty easy. and me being an all powerful eighth grader, I didn't have much to worry about. but when high school came around, i was a puny little freshman. not to mention i took physics my first year of high school (which i do not recommend). and i wasn't doing too well. i barely passed first semester. by that point, i didn't care. and then, my physics teacher kept on talking about how i can't get anywhere if i didn't do "perfect" in high school. but, that's all in the past. because i passed all of my classes.
and now, i'm stressing out about going back to school. i shouldn't be, but i am. i'm not even a freshman anymore!
hopefully, being a sophmore isn't as hard as being a freshman.
cuz i'm sure as hell that my classes are.

school.

blows

there's not much to say about school. I hate it.

parents.

my parents are really getting on my nerves. they won't let me do anything that i want to do. they won't even let me spend the night at somebody's house because they think that i might do something bad. i can't even enjoy being a teenager? wtf. its not like i ever got arrested or in trouble for doing anything. which i have not.
yeah, i would be afraid of my child doing something bad or stupid, or being in harms way. but that doesn't mean i'll shelter them until they move out. i'll let them make mistakes and learn from them. then, they'll know what to do in the future if that ever happens to them, again. and not: prevent them from experiencing anything bad. when that certain problem reaches them in the future, they won't have a clue on what to do. let your kids enjoy life while they can... today. fuck. maybe there won't be a tomorrow.

maybe one day i'll appreciate everything that my parents have done for me. maybe what they're doing is for the best... maybe.

spur of the moment.

it's pretty fucking annoying when my friends call me to do shit. they're always changing shit.
here's how it goes down most of the time: they call me and tell me they're going to do something. alrite, i'll go.& as i'm leaving, they call me, again. and tell me that they're somewhere else, or something changed. and as i'm going to where ever the fuck they told me they were, they call me again and again to tell me that "dude, were over at this place now," or, "oh, there's a problem with so and so." and i end up fucking chasing them.
I admit that i'm over exaggerating, that's pretty much what happens.

superpowers.

what if, people had superpowers? you know like x-men, or heroes. in my opinion, it would be awesome, but there would be so much chaos and shit in the world and most people will probably abuse their abilities. that's why we don't have superpowers.

pros: for one thing, powers will be... fun? who knows, maybe everyone will be responsible with their abilities and use it for practical and helpful ways. for instance, somebody with super strength can aid those who might be in a car accident, or if some one's house collapsed during an earthquake leaving the residents trapped under all of that debris. or, some brave soul(s) will help take down an evil dictator with their superhuman abilities. and it gives bums and the homeless something to do.

cons: on the other hand, i know a variety of people who would rather use powers for their own gain. whether it be to mess around with other people, to make where they are an even worse place than it already is, or to get whatever it is they want(most probably drugs and alcohol). the goverment would use whomever has a potentially dangerous power as a weapon, stripping them from their freedom of wanting to be a normal person(if that's what that person wants). but, a lot of the people in the world may become corrupt and evil and use their powers for destruction, lust and greed. only leaving a handful of people that actually want to do good with their abilities.
too bad, most people these days gave up their morals just to be "normal people".

vacation.

the best part of being on vacation is: being on vacation and not having any responsibilities. relaxing is probably the first thing everybody wants to do when they get on vaca. whether you're a student, an adult that has a demanding job, or a prostitute, the very first day you don't have to work or go to school, you're going to sleep in. those are the facts people. I'm not making that shit up.
but, over time, if you have a really long vacation (summer vacation) or, if you don't have a job(i suggest you get one), doing nothing gets old, and you just can't help but want to do something else besides nothing.
in fact, vacation sucks at that point. and especially if you're me, when everybody else you know is busy doing something else and the only people that want to hang out with you are people that you're not trying to hang out with.(what a fucking long ass sentence)
but that's just me. I'm a really lazy person (if you knew me.) and i don't really want to do anything.... ever. besides draw.

music.

i don't know what it is about music that makes me feel... different. whenever i listen to good music, i feel more... indescribable. the way that a certain song flows or feels makes me want to be creative. it sound weird, but that's how i feel. or the best way i can describe how i feel when i listen to the right songs.

bad music, on the other hand, throws me off. i like alternative, some rap(i guess), and r&b, but some of the songs that i here from time to time just makes me angry for some reason. some songs make me feel angry that a song that horrible just happened to be "good" enough to be aired for the world to hear. its like that person just threw in a plethora of random noises and slapped a name onto the song. and sometimes, i just here the same beat over and over and over again, and the person singing, isn't really even singing, they're just talking. or saying the same things over and over and over again. it really makes me sad that there are people like that making a living off of awful songs that the majority of teenagers(who apparently are tone deaf, or actually deaf) happen to enjoy? i don't know about you, but that is unacceptable.
nevertheless, i can't say anything about the millions of dollars those "musicians" are making. in fact, i applaud them for making so much money. so, watever. i'm just a kid.

comic-con.

this being my first blog, I have a lot to say. because there are a lot of things on my mind. one of them is wanting to be at comic-con. i know, i'm a comic geek. but i don't care. am i going to get laid because i'm a comic geek? i dont think so. am i going to meet intresting people? maybe. back to comic-con. just incase you don't know what it is, it's a comic convention. hence the name: comic-con. my favorite channel: G4tv, covered some of the important things in comic-con that i wanted to see. but not all of it. i've never been there, but i have a clear image of how it's going to be like when i go there.
let me visualize how i think it might go: i'll arrive with friends to san diego, where it is held. we'll drive down to the con and wait in line for a couple hours or so. when we get inside, we'll stop using our noses to breathe because of all the sweat, pits, and sweaty pits we'll be inhaling. i'll ditch them to get to artist alley to get a lot of things signed by my favorite artists. i'll take 45 to an hour and a half to get all of that into the artsy jansport backpack that i bought for comic-con. then, i push through crowds of people to get to the image, darkhorse, and dc booths (sorry marvel) to check out what's new with them. after i'm done with that, i'll call my friends to meet me at the the previews of all the new, exclusive movies that will come out later in the year. finally, i'll take pictures with the sexiest booth babes in comic-con and possibly have a conversation with one of them. why talk to them? so i can get a good long look at them.(i'm a perv.)
and that's how i think my comic-con experience will go down.