Learn

Well since I am not really posting much anything else, you might as well learn a bit about me. Thus I present you with my top ten all-time favorite albums. I (for obvious reasons) highly recommend you give any of them a listen.

1. Circle Takes the Square - As the Roots Undo

2. Andrew Morgan - Misadventures in Radiology

3. Cursive - The Ugly Organ

4. Dillinger Escape Plan - Irony is a Dead Scene

5. Hot Cross - Cryonics

6. Murder By Death - Like the Excorcist But With More Breakdancing

7. The Number 12 Looks Like You - Put On Your Rosy Red Glasses

8. The Shins - Chutes Too Narrow

9. Trophy Scars - Hospital Music For The Aesthetics Of Language

10. Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation


Enjoy

Joanne, you'll be happy soon

I am really sorry. You probably think I lied to you when I said I would start updating this thing again, yet, as usual, my posts have been few and far between. Honestly, I would truly love it if I could post every day and charm my readers with stimulating material on a regular basis which was my whole intention in starting this blog in the first place. Unfortunately, this is not happening for a couple of reasons.

1. I am afraid of posting bad content
   

This reason has a bit of irony imbued in it because that is exactly what I am doing now. Frankly, I know you do not care why this blog sucks; you just want me to fix it. I just feel that I must offer an explanation.


2. I have absolutely no inspiration

This is no one's fault but my own. I do nothing daily, and I rarely leave the house. It is quite sad, but I am too awkward and self-conscious to actively engage in society. So I watch from the sidelines, and end up having little to say. I think a lot. I think of all sorts of things. But, posting about my being bored all day interests no one, especially not me, and it gets old fast.

I have thought about making a goal for myself which would require that I post at least once a day, but I worry that greatly devalues any single post and my blog would be riddled with nonsense. Anyways, the gist of this post is, "don't worry, it'll get better".

I promise you, this time I really mean it....

A Candy Colored Clown They Call the Sandman...

I am thinking of starting this thing back up. (Actually, I am no longer thinking about it, I am doing it.) I know that no one actually reads this anymore, but I feel like I need something to show that I was actually alive during this incredibly boring summer. You see, since my job doesn't give as many daytime hours as I would like, I have resorted to reading every article ever published on the internet. Yep, every single one. I have basically completed the entire internet. There is nothing left for me to see.

Sleep is not an option either. It is far too boring and unproductive. Yes, my waking life isn't that productive either, but at least I always have the option to shoot myself in the foot to liven my day a bit. Sleep doesn't really allow for that.

Music isn't fulfilling me either. I guess 25 gigs of it just cannot quench my thirst. Oh well

Man, now that everyone I hang with is leaving for college, I really should start getting some friends that are my own age. On second thought, fuck that. Instead, I will keep urging myself to do it, but never actually will. You see, I prefer to think about doing things, rather than doing them. It conserves energy. Not that I am opposed to expending energy, but you know, with gas prices so high and everything... (I use too much punctuation. Don't think that I didn't notice that.)

I am rambling.

But that's how I roll.

University of Chicago's uncommon application came out today. I'm going to nail that bitch.

I'm so sick of this town.

What if on one, designated day every person in the world, or at least in the United States, was required to think... For twenty-four hours, you, your friends, your family, your neighbors, and even your president are only allowed to think in complete solitude. No interruptions. No people. No TV. No music. No books. Not even the bible. No sleeping. No praying. No talking or singing. Just thinking. You can think about yourself, life, politics, international affairs, or even about the girl that lives next door - as long as it is genuine thought.

It seems so incredibly easy. Yet, I don't think the world would ever be the same after that day. Too many people underestimate the power of pure and simple thought. Too many people have eliminated thinking from their everyday life. Too many people have forgotten what it is like to think. This is quite disheartening.

I am not saying that people will become reformed individuals over night, or that the world will fix its problems. Maybe chaos will ensue. Who knows? I simply believe that people will rediscover the amazing process of thought, and that people's passion for it somehow might be rekindled. People will change. It truly amazes me just to imagine what the world might be like if this were to happen. Some would find God, others would leave him behind. Relationships would be destroyed, new ones forged. People would end up killing others, but more often themselves.

Maybe I'm exaggerating the outcome, and absolutely nothing came of it. The world would continue in its ways just as it had the day before. No one acted any differently. The "day of thought" failed.

But I'm telling you, it won't.

Shaper, stop the music.

As you have probably figured out by now, I am quite critical of societal practices and interests. They generally prove to be mindless and illogical. For example, I have a great disdain for small-talk. I will see a certain acquaintance, and the conversation will consist of:

"Hello"
"Hey man"
"Whats going on?"
"Not a whole lot. How about you?"
"You know. The usual."
"Awesome."
"Well, I'm gonna go."
"Later man."

Now, was that little exchange necessary? Did it accomplish anything? No. It just went like that because that is how the rest of the world does it. Instead, why not say something meaningful enough to merit an actual conversation.

Anyways, I wanted to congratulate society on something even more embarrassing - complete lack of musical taste. Yes, it seems fairly stereotypical for a misanthropic teenager to complain about such a trite topic, but it is sadly true. The Grammy's (which I wouldn't dare watch) proved it yet again last night. Top winners this year included Kelly Clarkson, and U2. Please don't make me elaborate on why their music blows; I might accidentally vomit all over you while doing so.

Somehow, society's shitty musical affections extend throughout all genres of music. Listen to the radio. With the exception of some classical music and oldies, song after song on the radio makes me want to kill myself. There is no excuse for this either with so much music out there nowadays. How did our world just happen to choose the worst of every type. Although, I don't listen to rap, I am sure there is some genuinely worthy rap. But no, we have to listen to the disgustingly bad songs about drugs/guns/hos/their rim size. Good folk/country music exists too. Instead, we turn to Garth Brooks, Kenney Chesney, Shania Twain, etc. Same thing with metal, pop-punk, alternative, and plain old rock. Yet, pop-culture manages to keep their standards low, and the MTV ratings high. People search for music that means nothing, and keeps them from thinking. Because god knows, we wouldn't want to think about anything once in a while. People really need to pull their head out of their ass, and stop wasting my time, money, and life just because they are lazy. The music of today completely reflects the condition our society is in, and we should be embarrassed of that.

I really hate how society ruins all the good things in this world.