Musician.Artist.Casual-know-it-all.
I'll be the diamond in the rough...
When all the stars are done shining.
I'll be the diamond in the rough...
When all the stars are done shining.
The fact people actually like my blog baffles me
find me at infiniteIllusions c:
My boyfriend just called and told me hearing my voice confused him.
He didn’t mean to call me.
So, what happened to not falling for the influence of peers and satisfying ones own self by being who they are, rather then what people want them to be?
I am seeing this happen to way to many people and to be honest, it’s starting to really piss me off. You tell me that you are an original, that you are your own person and you are perfectly capable of not falling into the pressure of those pot-headed “popular”. But tell me how can you possibly be an original if you dress, walk, talk, act and do exactly what they to or how they do or what ever.
I’m sick of seeing people that i consider my friends destroy themselves with such petty nonsense.
Not to mention the fact that with the minimal amount of brain cells you have you cannot afford to lose anymore. And yes. I am calling you stupid, and yes i am implying if you keep that up you are only going to get stupider.
You and the entire world is starting to piss me off. What happened to holding on to your innocence long enough to enjoy it? What happened to the sensibility that everyone used to have over matters like this?
Next thing you know i’ll see you popping out baby’s on MTV…
Ohh dear. I really miss drum corp. I miss the summer, i miss my sexy drum corps tan, i miss seeing the people that helped me believe that i got this and i can do this. There were so many things that inspired me to just move forward. I remember watching the opener for Dada last year. I remember seen how every one looked, how everyone put everything they had into that one rehearsal out of the many they were going to have that summer, and them coming back just to do it again bright and early tomorrow morning. I remember on family day watching “A” corp’s show and being totally blown away, and being absolutely speechless, and remember thinking to myself. “One day that will be me. I’m going to get there.” and i remember from that day froward i decided i want to be in all of the BD corps. I’m sad i will not to be able to do C corps for the last time before i get to old for it, but i’m definitely preping myself for B corps in 2014.
I hope every teen that is in the John Swett Unified school district has fun on their last night of summer, and then they hit the realization that you have to get shit done in about 31 hours and you pretty much lost like 5 years of education in the span of 3 months. And really, you only know how to count to 100 at this point. While I sit in my room with a cup of tea trying desperately to stay awake and make up 3 months of procrastination and 2 hours worth of lost work. Have a fun with your unproductive all nighters that aren’t even considered all nighters because only are only fucking awake until 1 o’clock am and god knows that you fall asleep at 1 and wake up at like 10 or something and then you way “oh yeah man all nighter tonight!” then presume to falling asleep at 1 am again. Fuck you were only awake for 15 hours. fuck life. i hope you all fail the first semester. BI’m just a grumpy little fuck because i have been tying for 4 hours straight now.
making new friends and talking to someone who means a lot to you even if he’s totally grumpy and upset.
As much as i love my brother he drives me insane. I understand if you think the Blue Devils are shit, but telling your sister that is a blue devil that loves the drum corp to death that is just down right rude. You don’t see me going up to him and saying “Oh that league of legends team you like is shit and are terrible at playing” I don’t do that because i respect him enough to keep my opinions like that to myself. I know he does it because he’s jealous of all my accomplishments and all the things i am capable of. He’s just jealous of everything i can do because he can’t do anything. All i’ve ever wanted was for my brother to go to one of my blue devils shows, or go to one of my competitions to watch me do something i’m passionate about, but no he just doesn’t fucking care enough.
She is the most insensitive family member i have and she can’t fucking leave me alone. I’m sorry i’m not perfect and i’m bipolar. I’m sorry i have paranoia. You know what i don’t need you treating me like a freak of nature because i’m not the same as everyone else. People all over the world are bipolar, so what makes me any different then them? Because i’m family? Well i’m fucking sorry that you have to be related to a freak like me. You are the exact reason i can NEVER be myself, because people treat me like a freak when they see the real me!
