Bringing Back the Dead As My Witness

Hello,old friend.

Out of sheer irony I have discovered that it's amazing what two years won't do to you, even if you're busy telling everyone about your last 15 life changing experiences.

And shit, who knows? You might just end up enjoying yourself acting like it's 2009.

Isn't it fascinating how it is not the people we see most, but those we care about most who bring out the best in us? It's like that first thick-as-a-brick Gameboy you're holding on to. Sure, you lose it every once in a while, but when you find it again and wipe the dust off it doesn't take you back: That breath of fresh nostalgia becomes your be all and end all, you're here and now. It's like nothing ever went away. And all of sudden, you remember who you are.

Thank you, old friend. Today, I caught a glimpse of me. Just that. But it was enough.

Keep your head up.

It can't rain all the time.

If it is raining, I'll see you at a pizza joint.

Birthday

Oh woah, this place has existed for more than a year.

Happy birthday blog.

You still don't have a single comment.

It is like a magazine that has become a diary because no one really cares.

Hm. Well that is an accomplishment of sorts.

Hello there, 2011.

Hey.

Here is what I have learned since 2011 has begun.

Don't go to university.

Depression sucks.

Holy poopers, this place still exists.

Hello, deserted blog where only I ever write.
I seem to have stumbled upon you during my daily internet travels.
It has been a while. I walked across two countries since the last time I wrote. That was a good time. Spain is a crazy crazy place. Loco, as they would say.
Speaking of loco, some crazy ass shit has been happening lately.

What is up with people and skin color and their religions and their traditions and honor and all that jazz?
Why should someone tell me that my white skin and my beliefs are the reason I can't love who I want to love? Fuck that.
Fuck color, and religion and all that bullshit.
Be a real person. Look at people, not their ridiculous labels that they use to hide themselves.
Most of all, don't let hate get in the way of love. It's not worth it.
So please, hate, stop wasting everybody's time.

My life has been loco these days.

I love a Brown Bear.

So what if I am a Polar Bear? Our kids will just be fucked up.

Saturday and Sunday being Revised

So here's the deal. These days, all the greatness of my weekends happens between 3:30 and 7 on Fridays. So really, I feel that the rest of the weekend should be told it feels like a long wait for Monday. I owe that to my favorite hoarder.

The Mail Man

I love sending messages the vintage way. You know, the whole, "I'll write a letter and put it in an envelope and send it by truck/plane to you and you can read my smudged writing" business. Also, the Postal Service are quite the cool bunch of people.
That being said, the Mail Man must die. You see, thanks to him and his inability to properly do his job, I have been robbed of a 5000$ scholarship at the University I plan on attending year next. Who knows, maybe I can still get it, despite the fact that my confirmation was sent in more than two weeks after the due date. If not, I am going to start a revolt where we all kill mail man with spam e-mail. The details need to be worked out.


Look at that smile. It is the smile of theft and distrust.

My Week In Fifteen Words

Flask is drunken idiot.
A Bear has made my life a much much happier place.