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)
Finally you're back!!
ReplyDeleteI was about you beat you up for real.
You made me laugh out loud with this post, even though our new cat is having seizures and I have two exams tomorrow.
Thank goodness!
ReplyDeleteCountry? Good if its the right kind. I prefer blue grass.
Vegan = someday, everyone will be.
Dude I missed reading your blog so much.
Jim, being Vegan is an attribute reserved for emo/indie bands. Being in a southern rock band means eating 24 ounce porterhouses. Note the pluralization; at least one is expected at each meal. Along with your beer and whisky. These are just the rules. Liking them is optional, following them is mandatory. Go kill something with a face and eat it. Immediately.
ReplyDeleteHaha good to know I was missed.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad Carrie didn't beat me up, I could've ended up in the hospital :p
I hate hospitals.
As for the whole country thing, I mainly like Johnny Cash. He's a fucking badass. And I'm man enough to admit to liking that one Big & Rich song "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" a little more than I should.
Anon, a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds. Yeah, I just quoted Emerson, bitch.
I was wondering where the fuck you were!
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