Pseudo-Intellectuals...

... like to use big words like "pseudo-intellectual" to make themselves sound smarter than you.  I'm onto you, motherfuckers!

Anyway, I came to a couple important conclusions today.  The first of these is that "no one" pisses me off.  It sounds like it should be one word, like "someone" or "anyone," but no, it's got to be two separate fucking words.  The only thing I hate more than that word-pairing is people who make it into one goddamn word.  The word "noone" is OBVIOUSLY spelled wrong.  Even if you don't have the handy dandy dotted red line underneath it to tell you that you suck at the english language, you really should be able to tell if the word is spelled wrong or not.  It just looks weird.

The other conclusion I reached today is that I hate "artistes".  As a musician at an arts school, I run into a lot of these.  These are people that honestly think that their random waving of arms, random notes blown into a horn, or shitty one-man plays don't need to look good, sound good, or even make sense because they are an artiste and there artistic expression of their inner soul is all the beauty they will ever need.  I'm all for pushing the envelope of what's tasteful, hell, I listen to metal on a semi-regular basis, but there comes a point where things just straight up sound like shit.  People like this will always say "oh you just don't understand my art," to which I reply "no, I don't, because there really isn't anything to understand: you string random notes and words together and attribute meaning to them after the fact.  I know how you work because I am smarter than you, and I can see through your bullshit."

I'm only cocky because I can be.

Peace out bitches.

I'm Back

Title says it all.  Buncha shit's happened since my random hiatus.  I'm in a country/southern rock cover band, I'm vegan, and I've discovered that everything you do sounds SO MUCH MORE BADASS when you're listening to Parliament.  It's been quite the month, to say the least, and that's not even including the personal drama that I refuse to blog about because frankly, I know you straight up don't want to hear about it.

I guess it is a little ironic that I refuse to blog about my personal life on a blog called "The Place Where I Complain About My Life and Stuff," but I'd be lying if I said I never contradicted myself.  My main issue is that while I have no problem spouting my opinions on any number of issues, I don't feel the need to turn this into yet another "teen blog."  Anyone who'd read this either a) is in high school, and thus has their own shitty teenage drama to deal with or b) already graduated high school, and thus has dealt with their fair share of shitty teenage drama in their lifetime.  Middle schoolers aren't allowed to read my blog.  Go away.  Now.

Anyway, you guys can take this as some kind of attempt to return to regular writings.  Believe it or not, writing is something I enjoy, and something I've been thinking about as an alternative to the whole "musician" thing.  I'm terrible at planing for the future; my previous career plans have included paleontologist, genetic engineer, ornithologist, and professional wrestler.  Having realized that I hate doing things that feel like work, I've ruled out all of those previous career choices, since the first three require too much education and the last one's just fucking dumb.  Now I've managed to narrow down my options to music, writing, and journalism.  I've got a bad habit of picking careers in dying industries.

With that in mind, I'm going to go do something else now.  Expect another post tomorrow.

Peace out bitches.

(Before I forget: You should all listen to the Soulwax Remix of the Muse song Muscle Museum.  It's pretty badass)