Literature.

I just got back from a nice night with my family.

We saw "Adventureland".

Not really family-appropriate, but it was a good night out.

It was a good movie, good acting, laughs.

I got a book after, at McNally Robinson.

I'm going to read more, it just seems like something I should do.

I got "The Lie" by Chad Kultgen.

It looks good.

I don't really have a lot to say,

But I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those things.

I was completely out of line.

Wish you the best...

In everything, I guess.

Music.

I tried giving Spaceman a chance... But I'm sorry, I really do not like the Killers. They don't make good music.

Their lyrics rarely make sence.

...oh fine, Spaceman at least has to do with a common theme, I'll give it that.

But let's use my favourite example, shall we?

When You Were Young.

Seriously, this song makes ABSOLUTELY NO SENCE WHATSOEVER.

Also, I don't like it that much musically, but that's beside the point.

"The Devil's water, it ain't so sweet, you don't have to drink right now. But you can dip your feet every once in a little while."

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

If you're allowed to dip your feet in it, why the fuck would you want to drink it?

Another one:

"He doesn't look a thing like Jesus,"

What the fuck.

If you were at a crime scene, and the police asked you if you saw the robber/murderer/rapist, and you said yes, they'd ask you to describe them.

If you said "Well, he doesn't look a think like Jesus,"

They'd probably beat you for being an idiot.

They don't care what he DOESN'T look like.

Why would you ever tell someone what someone DOESN'T look like?

"Oh, he doesn't look like a cantaloupe."

Thanks. That helps a lot.

OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT ME HATING THE KILLERS AND BRANDON FLOWERS.

I actually do like music, to be honest.

My song of the week, "Creepin' up the Backstairs" by the Fratellis.

Fuck I love the Fratellis.

Flathead? The best dance song ever made.

But seriously. Creepin' up the Backstairs is awesome.

And, unlike When You Were Young, it makes sense.

...lol.

"Creepin' up the backstairs, mother's nightmares. Fallin' in the front door, my my. Crawlin' in the window, get dressed, let's go. Take your brother's car keys, bye bye!"

It's about sneaking out of the house, durrhuur.

But fuck I love that song.

Now, to answer a question put forth by someone.

I'm doing fine, I guess.

I've been trying to keep my mind off of you, to make this easier.

Not working.

I couldn't fall asleep 'till two last night because I missed you so much.

I went to bed at 11.

I miss everything about you.

Most of all, I miss talking to you.

Do you even miss anything about me at all?

I know you miss ME, but what about things ABOUT me?

I'm not a very... 

Okay, how about: I'm a jackass.

I constantly made fun of you, I burned you on a regular basis, and laughed at you...

And I'm sorry. It was all in good humour...

I still love you, I really miss you.

I hope you're doing well.

Talk to you in a month, I guess...

Wow.

I had a lot to say today.

Money.

I've always had this one theory.

It was kinda like communism,

Except not.

Communism is all about people recieving the amount of pay equal to what they need.

Example,

A heart surgeon who lives by himself recieves X amount of money per year.

A garbage man with 5 children recieves 5X amount of money.

Because he simply needs more to survive.

But what's wrong with this is then the surgeon realizes:

"What? I get a fifth of what a garbage man makes? But I do more work! I guess if that's how it is, then I'll just do 1/5 of the work I usually do. Fair's fair, right?"

And then there are people with surgical tools sticking out of their chests because there's a pissed off doctor.

Now for my idea.

I say, get rid of money altogether.

Make everything free, so to speak.

People are allowed to take what they need, and some of what they want.

People obviously still work, just not for money.

They work for the welfare of everyone.

If everyone is curteous (sp?), then everyone will be happy to work.

Because then the thoughts are

"Well, if I stop working, then someone may suffer for it. What if that someone happens to be me? I like to live like this! I won't stop working! I must let people live a happy life!"

I know that sounds really corny and unrealistic, but that's what I think people should be like.

Anyway.

If people can take what they want and need, then people won't have a need to be jealous for others.

If someone says

"Man, that's a nice watch. I wish I had one like that."

He could go out and get one.

Also, there would be no poverty, because people would have what they need.

People would work, make the stuff, which other people would get, which would make them happy, they'd go to work and make stuff, make other people happy, work, get stuff, work, get stuff.

So on and so forth.

There are obvious flaws, like with human nature.

Someone would obviously go out and say

"That's nice, I want that."

Then someone would say

"Ooh, that's nice. I want something nicer, though."

And there'd be this chain of greed that just recedes into infinity.

Sure there are flaws,

but what makes us so perfect?

Enough.

There's never enough.

Everyone strives for something.

Money, power, women, those are the top three.

But when someone has it all,

They still want more.

They keep going and going and going and going until they die.

And what's left?

A huge stack of cash, or real estate, or a veritable Playboy's Mansion worth of women passed on to someone who did nothing to earn it.

That's what I don't get.

If someone knows they're about to die, if they're old or have been diagnosed with some uncurable cancer or what have you,

They keep the stuff.

No less, they strive for more stuff, to feel accomplished.

Congratulations, sir. You now have 7.3 Trillion dollars.

But you're too dead to spend it.

Sad for you.

How about we give it to your lazy-ass son who did absolutely nothing his entire life?

He deserves it more than the working man, right?

At least have the decency to spend it on something worthwhile.

Like, if you're about to die.

Spend your money on stuff.

Charities, or even personal items.

I don't care, fat stacks of cash do absolutely nothing to help people along.

Yet personal items do... somehow...

BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.

I don't understand why people do this.

Sure, it's to make life more comfortable, and whatnot.

But how do people get this power?

Simple.

Born into families that did nothing to deserve it either.

Take the Rockefellers.

They invested their money into stocks during the great depression.

How retarded can you get, right?

Wrong.

The stocks bounce back up, they sell it and become billionares.

What did they do to deserve this money?

Nothing, they just decided that "DUR HUR I'LL PUT MY MONEY INTO A FAILING COMPANY!"

And they got power and wealth out of it.

Their descendants get a portion of this power and stuff,

Just for being bloodrelated.

Fair?

Nuh uh.

What about the people that work their asses off every fucking day of the year for minimal pay?

What do they get?

Hopes of a turkey dinner at Thanksgiving.

Thoughts of a Christmas that may or may not be coming.

Wondering if they'll have enough heat to survive the winter.

I say:

If people are so crazy about power and stuff,

Then spread it.

Overall, it can't do much bad.

If there's more worker morale-

If the worker that makes... let's say... carpets.

If they feel better because they have a comfier bed, or a warmer house,

Then they'll put more work into making their carpets.

There'll be an increase in carpet quality, so sales might go up-

If there's more worker morale, there's better quality stuff.

Which makes the bigwigs happier.

So, if there was more power to the working man, or at least more comfort,

Wouldn't the world be happier?

There would also be less poverty and dying people.

Because now they have money, and the necessities of life.

Doesn't that seem good enough?

Hyper.

holyshitwhatthefuckishappening.

I'm really hyper for no discernable reason.

I'm watching CSI.

oh shit son.

that bitch got STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBED.

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I have a Fuze.

Natural drink, with a clusterfuck of fruit.

SO FUCKING GOOD.

Watermelon-Strawberry.

Two of my favourite things EVER.

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I wish I had people to talk to.

Like, on the phone.

I'm usually very entertaining when I'm like this.

Especially on the phone.

I usually make people laugh.

I like to make people laugh.

With me, not at me.

I guess that's always been a fear of mine, to be laughed AT, and not WITH.

Fuck I love watermelons.

RAAAAAAAMPAGING CANTALOUUUUUUUUUPES

shitshit

I wish I had more to do.

I have Rock Band, iMob, and now iVampire.

Oh, and drum lessons.

I need to practice that fucking latin beat.

It's so fucking weird.

I'll get it though.

Because I fucking love watermelons.

Dude, Horatio just took off his sunglasses.

Shit just got real.

EDIT: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD IT ACTUALLY HAS CANTALOUPES.

Sex.

THIS PICTURE WILL BE EXPLAINED LATER.

Sex is such a huge thing, and always has been.

It obviously didn't start that way, because cavemen wouldn't have been like "oh man, check out her ass. I'd tap that."

No.

They were primitive, and obviously had more than one person they had relations with.

But their lives did not revolve around it, as is done these days.

Sex is everywhere.

It dominates the media, in commercials, advertisements, so forth.

Everything is sold with half-naked men or women slapped on the cover.

It sells like hotcakes if it has beautiful people on it.

It makes people think that "if they have this, they'll be beautiful too."

Many, if not all, people strive for good looks, both with themselves, or their partner.

I, personally, don't care *that* much about looks. It's nice to have someone that's pleasing to the eye, but if someone's smoking hot and I can't stand their personality, they're not even a candidate.

I was reading about "The Five Most Badass Presidents of All Time" and JFK is one of them.

JFK had many women he slept with.

Marilyn Monroe (picture at the top. Yeah, wow.), Jane Mansfield, Angie Dickenson, and many famous porn stars, strippers, and Brazilian actresses and models.

And Audrey Hepburn.

Oh, and sometimes he had sex with his amazingly hot wife.

This was just all about me trying to figure out why sex is hugely important.

Sure, it's important for the human race to evolve,

but I don't know why everyone goes crazy for it.

Not anymore, at least.

Reset.

Alright then, folks.

Time to hit the ol' reset button.

I'm going to take Alex's advice, and stop thinking about you.

Maybe then I can finally stop being so...

Everything.

Sad, mopey, completely torn apart.

I'll just keep you off my mind.

SO I'M GONNA TAKE DRUM LESSONS.

AND MAYBE LEARN JAPANESE AS A SECOND LANGUAGE.

That'd be cool, actually.

I'm taking a drum lesson today, and another one on Thursday.

Japanese classes haven't even been discussed with my parents.

But they'll probably let me.

...relapse.

Sure this month'll be hard.

For the both of us.

Believe me, I care about you and love you.

But we both have people who love us and are here for us.

You have your friends, I have mine.

We'll get through it.

I love you.

Goodbye.

Wait up.

No matter what you think right now.

If you think I don't care, I do.

If you think I've moved on, I haven't.

If you think it didn't matter to me, it mattered more in the whole world.

No matter what you think, I'm not going to give up.

You mean more to me than anyone ever has, or will.

I will always love you.

Please talk to me.

wtf.

So you really think I've moved on? That after things like this I can suddenly be happy?

Some nerve you got there.

You're basically saying that I never loved or cared about you.

What the fuck.

Obviously nothing I ever did or said matters.

Maybe I should just give up on this.

On you.

Everything.

If nothing really matters, then what are we doing?

We're prolonging the already hard journey of life.

I won't fucking move on.

But I sure can force myself to look away.

Japanese.

I should totally learn Japanese as a second language.

That's what I'm going to set myself to do, to prove I have dedication.

Learn Japanese.

I already know some simple words and phrases.

"Domo" means "Thanks", "Moshi Moshi" means "Hello (only if you're on the phone)", "Hai" means "Okay", "Suki Desu" means "I love you", "O genki desu ka" means "How are you", random stuff like that.

It's a beautiful language, really.

That's going to be my active quest, to learn it.

Then become fluent.

Then act like a crazy Japanese tourist all the time.

Funfunfun.