well well well. im four days away from four complete months of being away from Blogger! i'm not sure why i left, but judging from my last entry, the one before this one, i must've been going through some shit or something. i don't even remember why i was upset. which means it didn't really matter. haha. stupid melodramatic fool.
problems are so trivial, i wonder why we freak out over the littlest things. (i'm guilty.)
wow four months! i'd never gone this long not blogging! i think if i really had to pinpoint something and accuse it of being a reason for killing lionlionwiselion, it'd be Twitter. not Tumblr! Twitter. definitely Twitter.
i sold my soul to Twitter, very much like how two-thirds of my friends sold their soul to Cookie Dozer (or Coin Dozer. whichever you find more appealing. they're the same game anyway!) and how three-quarters of my friends sold their soul to Angry Birds. i've yet to try Angry Birds. wait, i'm forgetting Robot Unicorn Attack. and freaking Farmville! don't get me started on freaking Farmville!
if you haven't tried Robot Unicorn Attack, you totally should! like, right now! i took the liberty to copy and paste the embed code! here you go! this darn thing changed my life! within the first two seconds of playing it i knew - there's no going back. i am their slave... and you're very welcome! try it NOW!
OH i'd also blame it on Imageshack and Photobucket! freaking Imageshack and Photobucket. "bandwidth exceeded", my nonexistent Aunt Fanny.
so so so so so so so so so four months it's been. (haha, i've lost count of how many times i've emphasized this) and within that four months i went through quite a few major changes. but i still feel the same.
it's strange isn't it! how you look back and WOWZAH! everything has changed, but you're still the same damn person with the same ideologies - then you realize, you haven't changed one bit. oh when i re-opened (?) the blog i realized that my profile on the template code said "sixteen and learning"! and i'm frigging eighteen now! omg what even!
im still the same kid who gets excited at the mention of Peter Pan and Albus Dumbledore and his maginificently embroidered purple dressing gown, and all that jazz people deem childish because they're oh-so-mature. face it, when we are/were young, we believed in the most fantastic things.
oh when i first started blogging i was in primary five!!! i was pre-pubescent and getting my first pimple!
and then my first pimple went away, out from my life, and so did the other zillion pimples that came after it, ... they're no different from people, honestly. people come and go and come and go and come and go and don't even have the decency to say goodbye.
oh well. life ah life. i don't like my life as much i used to, honestly. man. this blows.
anyway! if you didn't already know! i got a job! =D it's been almost four months now. i'm working at Borders, Wheelock Place.
come say hi and watch me get all awkward and shy. or you can just come and watch me, like the stalker that you are. why are you even in my blog anyway? you stalker.
i've learnt a lot more about people since i started working there. and the one thing i can conclude is: people are downright assholes, no arguments.
okay fine, not all of them are, but all of them can be. and if someone has the potential to be an asshole, they ARE an asshole! okay someone stop me here, i have no idea what i'm talking about haha. actually i do, but i think i'm putting it across wrongly hahahaha.
it's like people annoy me without even trying to annoy me. they just annoy me and im just like shut the fuck up please thanks.
don't get me wrong. i love people! i love people to bits and pieces but... but. you know me. i've always believed in the good in people, i've always believed that despite any shit that people've done or said, deep inside, every one has a good heart, and yes i still believe it. but key word: deep inside.
on the surface people are still assholes. you can't deny that. well i suppose you CAN deny, but that doesn't make you right... and that doesn't make your opinion matter to me. ... see what i mean? asshole. *points to self*
and if you didn't already know, my band is still dead. more than a year, it's been. don't get me wrong, i'm not bitter! ok i lied, of course i am.
Scotch Tape Mayhem was the best bunch of goofs i've ever made music with. and i've tried shamelessly promoting myself on Twitter asking if anyone wants to form a band with me and i shamelessly admit that people really want to, and i say okay, but nothing ever pulls through because
1. i can't be bothered to jam if i can't do it for free at Kenneth's (drummer) house. i mean come on, the system there's awesome and there's a PS3 and DVDs and a hugeass leather sofa. and a mini fridge. i'm a sucker for mini fridges!
2. i can't be bothered. period.
i can't be bothered to go through the whole hi im zany and you are? and then what's with the whole ordeal of deciding a band name? as if any of that matters. God knows the world doesn't need another band, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh. and then deciding the genre we're gonna do. and arguing. oh, the arguing! and the jamming sessions and people rolling in half an hour past the time we booked the studio for, and acting like nothing's wrong. YES the late-coming! oh, the late-coming!
remember when i told you people are assholes? case in point!
and yes i am an asshole too because im guilty of all the things i mentioned two paragraphs earlier. i am a terrible person.
you're probably getting bored of reading my rants, it's like 2010 on repeat. whiny whiny whiny zany fine be that way i have stuff i need to do anyway. like, eat some medication cause i've been really loopy lately. it's like, i can't even breathe without choking, and when i finally CAN breathe without choking, you can hear this totally creepy breathing sound like one of them serial killers on the phone when they're calling to make sure you're at home so they can scare the shit out of you and play hide-and-seek with you before the actual killing takes place. y'know?
i get really freaked out when i answer calls at Borders and the person on the other line breathes heavily. i'm like, OH MY GOD, for goodness sake, can you stop breathing like that, potential serial killer!!!!!111
anyway, a certain thing someone said to me earlier this week made me wonder if i have a mild bipolar disorder or something hahahahaha. ok it's not something to laugh about but i'm serious!
i used to watch 90210 and that Silver girl was bipolar even though she seemed completely normal. she had breakdowns and she gets panic attacks often. but whatever, y'know? hahaha. SO WHAT IF IM BIPOLARRrrrRrrRrr
okay i've decided that i really really like blogging. i'm going to blog a lot from now on. but tata for now!
oh anyway. i made a cover last week!
it'd be frigging sweet if you didn't laugh at me. it takes courage to post covers!
and check out this new indie pop band called Cults. i got their cd last week and they're pretty solid. a little too much reverb for the vocals though. gets a tad annoying. and they're not very good live either. why did i say they're pretty solid again?
never mind. check them out anyway. i like "Abducted" and "Never Heal Myself" and "Rave On" the best.
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