Hipsters

I find the whole hipster trend to be rather annoying. I’m not talking about minor things like being into indie bands or enjoying other things like that. I’m talking about full-on hipster, people who usually have very narrow-minded views, wear vintage clothing with new brightly-colored clothing for the whole purpose of attempting to be unique, or acting like artists when they have no clue what they are actually doing (not bashing actual artists and photographers, I’m more of refering people who will use an old film camera and take 5000 pictures of the same thing at slightly different angles and call it photography. Or people who will paint or draw obscure images and call in surrealism or something). The trend is just annoying, people don’t have to try their hardest to be different than mainstream and shove it people’s faces. Besides, if they want to be unique, how can they achieve it by acting like other people? People should be themselves.

YES

So, Jonathan Coulton just happens to be my favorite musician with his witty nerd humor and happily depressing style of song writing. Some of his original fans came from his Thing a Week series, where he wrote a song every week for a year. Most of his fans came from he wrote the ending song for the game Portal, “Still Alive.” The game was about you being a test subject given a gun that makes portals, which you use to solve puzzles. Well the facility also happened to be run by a sadistic computer named GLaDOS, who promises you cake, but tries to kill you. Portal 2 just released, which means the game has a new catchy end song, which also means I will be a very happy man. I’ve listened to it about 400 times in the last 48 hours, and it’s a wonderful addiction.

On my wall…

There you sit, you little monster of life. You sit in your corner, and you stare. You stare constantly, and you never cease. I stare back with a mix of defiance and utter terror, returning your never ending gaze. I reach my breaking point, and it’s time to close those eyes, those terrifying eyes that seem to look into the darkest depths of my soul. I reach for the nearest blunt object, while preparing myself to make an act of revolt against your horrific reign of dominance in your little corner that you have claimed in my room. I look up, and rock the selected object in my hand, ready to launch it. As I prepare to toss, my target is gone. Gone, probably back from the dark depths of the Nether Realm from whence he came. No doubt, as soon as I feel safe and secure, he will return. He always returns. I hate spiders.

Two Worlds

College can’t get here quick enough, but a part of me isn’t wanting it to come. As much as I’m tired of having to deal with fire and ice-type differences between my families, I also kind of don’t want to leave high school. I believe teenage angst is reaching its maximum level, as I’m getting increasing irritated with family members. Having to stay at my moms and deal with complete one-sided political beliefs and that big ominous black cloud that seems to always make people believe that some big financial disaster is always about to commence and take everything down with it even though nothing has happened to believe that it would, as well as staying at my fathers to be over-protected and treated like a 12 year old consistently. I just want an opportunity to go off to college and prove that I can be my own person and not have decisions made for me. Than again, that means I have to pay for stuff, that part isn’t too appealing.

Hey, you.

Yes, you, citizen of my city. I provide for you with vast amounts of capital, control your crime, and even eliminate taxes for you. I build police stations on every corner, you have no crime rate. I give you amusement parks, zoos, libraries, banks, parks, and everything else you could ask for. I even trusted you so much that I built my house in your districts to attract commerce. I fix your buildings after fires, floods, earthquakes, plane crashes, and even a godforsaken monster attack. Yet, still, you hate me. I give you a metropolis with everything you can ask for, and yet you want me to leave. Fine, I’ll take my leave, we’ll see how your next mayor does his job.

I despise you, SimCity.

Senioritis

Yes, I’m talking to you, you accursed plague. You have caused me to do nothing except play Angry Birds in math class. You have caused me to do nothing in first and fourth period except browse the internet. You have caused me to wait until one day before it is due to even write this blog. I no longer wake up at 6:00 in the morning, because the fatigue and apathy you have infected me with requires at least another 45 minutes of sleep. I no longer care to provide assistance in clubs or activities. You have made me do nothing except think of my graduation, and look forward to be a snooty college kid. I hate you, senioritis.

Spring Break blog

So spring break was pretty good to me. Trips to the movies, to restaurants, and even to the bowling alley that I haven’t been to in years. We met up with our TSA group, went on a double date for the first time, and even took a shopping trip. I saw the movie Sucker Punch with a few friends of mine, the first 40 minutes were atrocious, the middle hour was amazing, and the end was one of those endings that made you go “Oh, so that’s what happened.” All in all, this was probably one of my better breaks, right in time for the end of senior year.

St. Patrick’s Day

So, it’s St. Patrick’s day, which means the fighting Irish inside of me is excited. Or not really, because I’m a bit of a pacifist. Irish aren’t pacifists, but I’m significantly Irish, which makes it a paradox. Anyways, today is the day that everyone feels the need to don their green clothes and take a paintbrush to everything that exists to swap it’s colors to green, temporarily at least. Yes, nothing is safe from the torrent of sage that will wash over the world today. Rivers will be dyed, and will probably cause some kind of anomaly over the next few days in the creatures that inhabit them. Beer will be colored, which will probably cause interesting effects opon it’s exit from the body. Leprechauns will be running amok, and every person will have the strange desire to stuff themselves with corned beef and cabbage. Don’t get me wrong, I like St. Patrick’s day. Nothing thrills me more than to watch people intoxicate themselves and argue over sports and culture (which normally happens to me on a fairly often basis, and it really is fun to watch, that wasn’t sarcasm). The only thing is that I believe people try to push the stereotype a tad too hard, and probably don’t even know the actual story behind the holiday. Still though, I look forward to the holiday yearly, though I still can’t possibly imagine where the pinching comes from. Perhaps people are just looking for an excuse to grope each other?

Honesty Poem

I think

that if I would have to be honest

I would say that I do not consider myself a poet

nor much of a writer, but I try.

I think

that writing on topics

sometimes forces sarcasm

which could potentially be used in a poem

much like the one I am writing now

so even angsty teenagers can make poetry

they just need to use what they have

in my case, wit.

Poetry

Inspiration

A light shines inside

Ideas flow freely through you

Creation ensues

Hyper Beam

A trail of light shines

All it passes is erased

You can move no more