Must you be a hipster?

Hello. It is very late tonight, but I'm still typing. I know, it's surprising. Any who, I was out in Beavercreek tonight with my family, just going around to some shops and getting somethings. One of which was a novel called 1984, which you need to read for it is fantastic. Anyways, we decided to go to Chick-fil-a (or however you spell that) to get some dinner. We ordered, we sat down, we ate, and then we got our free refills. As we were getting our refills, it happened. My heart dropped, and everyone began to stare. Walking through the door into the restaurant was someone no other than a ... hipster. Yes, the agony. If you aren't aware of what hipsters are then let me explain. Hipsters are basically people who follow the hipster subculture of urban clothing mixed with bohemian style. Not that this is bad or anything, because it isn't, but it is the personality that most have that tends to get on people's nerves. Most have this arrogant, stuck-up way that they walk, how they talk, how they simply do everything. And if you heard anything about hipsters, they are known for saying things such as, "You probably never heard of that," or, "That's too mainstream," only to further that arrogance that comes off from them. It's a foul stench, I must say.

Anyways, this hipster comes into the restaurant and my family begins to stare. They all know my feelings toward hipsters, and knew I was bound to say something. And thus, I did. I whispered to my father, "HIPSTER," and he smiled. Yes, even he knew that this person was a hipster, more of a hipster wannabe actually. They were wearing those glasses with metallic circles on the corners, they looked as though they hadn't shaved in months, looked awfully dirty, yet still had this persona as though they were better than every single person in the room. Yes, I know that I'm not one to talk, but when someone like a hipster enters my life, I have to do something. It's only fair for all the work they do to people all the time. So instead of going up to them and telling them how hipster they are, I decided to write about it now. And I am at this moment. So I guess that idea is becoming true.

Overall, this post is displaying my annoyance with hipsters. I don't hate them, but I have a large dislike against them. And not because how they dress, but of how they act. It isn't funny, so stop. Be you, for once. Everyone knows that people are not simply identical, we are all different. So we can't make a culture of our own that A LOT of people can follow. Instead, we need to do what we want to do, act how we want to act, instead of following what we think is popular. Because in all seriousness, not that many like hipsters. So it isn't much too popular. Well, only popular in the negative sense. DARN YOU HIPSTERS!

UNNECESSARY POST (#3)

I just noticed that this blog is pretty much turning into unnecessary posts and updates. And not that that's bad or anything but I'm losing my style. So what's to do? Well, it surprisingly is quite obvious. I need to go back to that style I used to have where I was informed and ready to debate. The only problem with that is that I really have no idea where to get any inspiration from. I mean seriously, I have been dimmed to such a level that I really have no clue where to start. But something came by me today that just struck me like a brick. And now I have a bruise on my arm because of it, but that's beside the point. Anyways, I've been watching John Green's videos lately and I'm starting to realize that we have A LOT in common. We both share similar political views, and are not afraid to express them to the public. We both share a interest in literature and I'm guessing he loves to write like I do (he's written a few novels, so I'm only basing it off of that). He often refers to himself as a nerd, which in turn is what I usually do. We both like to talk about fun facts and like to talk about interesting things (what Lady Gaga said on twitter is not an interesting thing). I'm talking about straight-up mind blowing things, (perhaps not mind blowing, but extremely interesting). Like Russian Tsars or Archdukes of Austria. Well, at least WE both find those things interesting. You might not, but no matter.

Anyhow, for the past four (maybe five) months, I've been wanting to make vlogs on Youtube. The only problem is ... well, my voice is awful. I just don't like it on camera. I'm fine with it when I hear it myself (through my skull which is frankly just the vibrations it causes on my brain that is what I hear) but when I hear it on recording I just freak the freak out. But people don't seem to feel that way, which is weird because people are quite opinionated naturally. To have no complaints about my voice when little things always deserve critique from people seems like a counter-paradox (that term is completely being used incorrectly, isn't it?). Anyways, I might go back to thinking about vloging and I'm hoping to get some viewers soon. Thus, we return to what this blog has to do with anything. If I'm making vlogs, what does that leave for this blog? Well, not much. That's what I'm concerned about and I keep thinking over this decision. So, for now, I have no idea what's going to happen. I just know that I'm changing my style to something I like (I FINALLY FOUND A STYLE, YAY!) and I'm going to make a few things much more interesting. Thanks to John Green I believe that I have found a correct path and I'm going to try to stick to it.

UPDATE (#3)

I've gotten A LOT of criticism about this blog recently and it's really been hitting me hard. You know that feeling when people bully you and yet you cannot do a thing about it. So it's this feeling of confusion and anger with sadness and self-pity. Have you ever felt that? Well, that's what I've been feeling recently and I really don't like it at all. So I feel like I have to explain things much better.

For starters, this blog is changing. At first I started writing about things that got on my nerves and of all the contradictions I found in life. I usually used an egotistic alter-ego for these and when I reread them I am shocked that that was actually me who wrote it. Basically, if I can get any idea across, it would be that on the other side of your computer screen, I am actually a really nice person that likes to help and can always be there as a shoulder for someone to lean on. Just because I know things and like to express my knowledge doesn't make me rude, and I want people to understand that. When I say something that seems "smart" as people might say, I don't mean for it to be as though I'm superior. I have no negative intentions when I say them. I'm merely just sharing knowledge but people take it the wrong way, and I apologize for that.

Second, if you have ever been offended by the entries on this blog, I must apologize for that is not what I wanted to do. I want to make people laugh and I want to make people smile. I'm only now learning how to do that, so please give me some time and practice before you critique me as though I've been doing this my whole life. In relation to this statement, I am deleting my 20 Things I Hate entry because in all honesty, number 21 is that entry (lol). I usually contradict that list all the time, and I actually did just now by saying lol. Anyways, that entry is going to be GONE ... FOREVER! I'm going to delete a few entries that have been rude or offensive and change somethings about certain entries so I can make a new slate for myself. I want people to start seeing this blog in a new light and wanting to actually come to it ever-so-often for a laugh or two. Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to stick to some of my roots that gave me viewers, but I'm not going to stick with the ones that made me infamous.

And third, I want all to understand that this blog is not amazing or marvelous, but it's not the worst thing ever seen. And I say that because certain critiques that I got were saying things about how it was the worst blog they had ever seen. I understand that some entries are just awful, but in all modesty I must say I have written a few blogs that have made my friends laugh. That's all I'm here for, so that's an accomplishment in my books. I'm changing this blog into something more agreeable and I want people to actually enjoy it. So I hope you like the new changes and can hopefully see my true side soon.

UNNECESSARY POST (#2)

Apparently now it is a musical law that if you slow down even the worst songs to such a degree that they will sound so beautiful that the mind cannot comprehend. I know, I'm surprised too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1M5Q3onsX4

It's Saturday, Saturday, gotta get down on Saturday!

Am I The Lorax Of Your Eye?

So ... how are you? It's currently raining cats and dogs as well as their toys out here where I live and I ... I love it. Yes, I am a devouted fan of rain and would much rather have it rain all winter than snow. You know, snow is somewhat boring. It's all white and stuff ... while rain is completely clear and such an empty canvas. I also love the sound it makes. Ever hear snow make a sound when it touches the ground? I didn't think so. But you can hear rain from a mile away. Maybe not a mile away, but you understand my point. You do understand it, right? Needless to say, rain is a fantastic attribute to our lives and I would like to express this love through a picture:

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H'm? You don't see a link to a picture? That's the point. I want you all to look outside whenever it rains and just take a picture in your mind. Paint the picture until it looks fantastic, upload it to your computer then to some type of picture downloading website (flickr, photobucket, twitpic, whatever), then send me a link in the comments section. Do whatever you want, I just want to see a picture of the rain. I'm going to keep these pictures during the summer when I'm drowning in my own sweat. I want to remember the times when life was easier, and Mother Nature gave you water and air conditioning for free. Anyways, this entry is pretty much useless but you know ... I do that a lot. I don't really like to make full pointed stories in my blogs. I already did that yesterday with Paul the pig at a Christmas dinner. Remember that? I surely hope you did.

Is This The Real Life?

I'm pretty sure it isn't. But what's to do? Absolutely nothing. Unless we can somehow intervene with a Higgs Boson particle and disrupt the fabric of space time like the thin silk it is. But I am rambling. Always rambling. Like a pig on Christmas. How is this like a pig on Christmas? I have no idea. But let us look at a situation similar to this:

This pig's name is Paul. No specific reason why, I just like the name Paul. Anyways, this pig is sitting at the family table with a few humans. Because you know, humans eat their Christmas dinner with their pet pigs. They do it all the time. Nevertheless, Paul speaks like a human which is a feat in itself. So he can express his opinions on things with ease, like us humans naturally can. Which isn't that good, but you know, we must SUFFER!

Anyways, as they are sitting at the table, Paul picks up his fork. Because his pig-hands can do that, duh. His owners are eating some broccoli casserole, which they spent four days making. Why exactly it took four days to make is beyond me. So when they pass the bowl of broccoli casserole over to Paul, he tries to pick it up but it falls on the ground and shatters all over the floor. In agony, he cleans it up and apologizes. They give him a weird look of, "Well, okay ... it's not a big deal," but no, it IS a big deal. He spends most of the dinner grunting as he cleans up his mess. And frankly, this part is somewhat unnecessary since it has nothing to do with the fact this is is the real life, (well, pigs can talk, so I guess that's the purpose that this is fictional ... or is it?), but what can I say?

As Paul rambles to himself about his mistake (HA! THAT WAS WHERE I CONNECT THIS STORY TO RAMBLING) he notices that he is merely cleaning the already spotless floor. The mess was all cleaned up and they were almost done eating. In fear, he sits back at the table and begins to eat some potatoes. And it happens. A drum begins to slowly play as the suspense becomes unbearable. The wife of the owner comes in with a plate of ... ham. Yes, ham. Paul freaks the freak out and runs away. Nice going wife! But Paul comes back so don't worry.


That was pretty much the whole purpose of this post. I was thinking about this at school and wanted to write about it. Well, how scared would you be if a family of pigs were serving human meat? Pretty darn scared, am I right? Anyways, thanks for reading and be expecting a few more posts in this next week. I'm pretty bored and have A LOT of ideas to talk about. Oh, and if you could follow this blog so you don't have to actually check it all the time and could just get messages if I make a new entry, that would be fantastic for both of us. I like seeing a few new followers in my followers box. It could be from my OCD, which is minor, but still ... I like seeing that. But doesn't everybody?

UNNECESSARY POST (#1)

Like the new background? Yeah. That's Frank Sinatra. It's a mugshot. So I'm excited about this art craze I'm doing with http://www.picnik.com/ with defying famous pictures into different forms that bring about this shocked feeling. I'm going for that Andy Warhol look and I hope everyone that actually reads this blog likes it a lot. Well, hope you like it. It's a present.

UPDATE (#2)

Woah! I just realized that no one reads this blog. Who have I been apologizing to all these times? No one? That's weird, I know. But what's to do? What's to be done? Nothing, apparently. I have no idea what else to say right now. It's been like another two months since the last post, which is unfortunately probably really strenuous for you guys. Or guy. Or no one. You know, I just got an idea. My friends are leaving next year during the summer, so what if they spread the news? Yes, to all of those at their new schools. Oh, I'm excited. New people to comment! ATTENTION! This is obviously just a joke of course, but what else can I say? I'm excited now.

Anyways, I have finally finished Atlas Shrugged, which I must say is one of the best novels I have ever read. I'm excited to read The Fountainhead, which is somewhat of a prequel to Atlas Shrugged. Actually, I got The Fountainhead today (I was originally going to get The Feminine Mystique, but the library at my school didn't have it because women's rights activism is apparently not a good public ideal here). So overall, I am on an Ayn Rand rush and I can't get enough. Ever heard of Bioshock? Yeah, that game was based off her novels. So if you are a fan of Bioshock, you MUST read Ayn Rand. Of course, it isn't as exciting, but I love books with a good political philosophy. Like a modern-day Socrates, as I would say she is.

So ... I've been done with gym for some time now and I am having a blast with all the freedom. No one understands how lenient life is without gym class. NO ONE. Well, except for those that hate gym as myself, which is probably a lot. Fortunately, I have been able to write in the time I have away from physical activity and I created a few new ideas. If you have any wonderment about these, just write about it in the comments section and I might give you a few answers via email address. Magical things happen with email addresses.

Thus, I must end this update with the idea that drama is a pain and no one likes it. So stop. I know this is off-topic, but I have dealt TOO much with this in the past time. SO MUCH DRAMA SURROUNDS ME AND I MUST SCREAM! I'm sorry, but drama is unnecessary and it needs to stop in public schools. I'm so random. And I must lol my butt off. That's all for now. I might update later on in a few days or weeks, but know that if you find this blog, spread the news. I want to blog, and I need people to blog to. So come back and I will blog. Thank you.

Have You Ever ...? (#2)

For all you males out here, this one is for you! Just kidding. I don't deliver messages like that. I'm not a ... Stephen Colbert, I don't do things like him. Am I admiring Mr. Colbert right now? Maybe. But I'll never tell.

Have you ever been in a restroom, and it's all empty? So it's like, "F*ck yeah! Empty restroom! All to myself!" Then, as you're using the urinal, a really tall guy walks in and uses the urinal RIGHT NEXT TO YOU! It's like, "Hello? There's multiple urinals over there. Why we have to be right next to each other in order for you to urinate?" Then you suddenly stop peeing for some reason and you keep trying to but nothing comes out. But there's still that feeling that you do. So you have to wait until the guy leaves (and there is always that awkward silence while he's using the restroom). And for some reason, most of them wash their hands really slowly. So it's like five minutes until they're done. Finally, they leave. Then you're like, "OMG! That took forever." Right as some urine starts to flow, another man walks in and repeats the process. You give up and hold in your pee because of some butt-wipes.

Has this ever happened to you? Post a comment with your story.

UPDATE (#1)

So, what's up with y'all? I have not made a blog entry in like two months, and I apologize. I've had to deal with ... GYM. Yes, I know, it was torturous. But I finished it and I'm so glad. During my experiences, I made a few novel ideas that I'm very proud of. I'm currently reading Ayn Rand's novel, Atlas Shrugged, which is good so far. I've made a few viable claims politically for my belief because people keep getting mad at me for not being fully informed with EVERYTHING they believe. And to that, I just smack thee! Excuse me sir for not knowing everything single thing of your political belief. But I'm pretty sure you don't either. And at least I get my information from liable sources; you just get it from whatever the English teacher tells you (this will be explained in an entry I'm dying to write). Anyways, I've been sick lately with a cold, I learned most of my friends are moving far across the state during the summer break, Ayn Rand is a fantastic author no matter her political belief, and Bioshock is the greatest video game ever created. That's all for those two months. Nothing too much. Black Swan!