I don't know, maybe it's the heat.

Is it weird that my favorite songs take me on mini emotional roller coaster rides? I feel like my favorite songs are supposed to make me feel happy and energetic and feel like partying/making a difference/dancing. But every time I listen to a band/artist I like, I end up feeling good, then mediocre, then euphoric, then so dog gone miserable. So much so that I even contemplated writing that last sentence because I'M CURRENTLY LISTENING TO SOME OF MY FAVORITE MUSIC. And it isn't necessarily sad music, it's pretty upbeat (the melody) and what not. The lyrics are rather introspective and sarcastic at times, but it's not like I'm listening to Elliot Smith here. (No offense to those who listen to Elliot Smith. I'm only using his name to prove a point. NOW GET OFF MUH JOCK.) But still, I think I'd flatline without my favorite music. So basically what I'm saying is: fuck you, me!

I'm fairly sure no one reads this, but just in case... I've written some things. Not exactly poems, not exactly songs. I call them 'writings'. Original, yes? Yes. Yeah, so if you would like to read what my mind has ever thought, let me know and I'll post something.

My thoughts, let me show you them.

Brazilian Politics

I have taken a sudden interest in Brazilian politics. I plan on educating myself and asking questions only when needed. It'll help keep biased opinions out of the way. 

Actually, every opinion is biased in one way or another. Back to square one.

Happy Birthday To Me!

OMG I'm 22.

Today is my birthday and I don't feel any different. Life, I want a refund.

Bring on the cake and and presents. 

Child of the monotonous corn

I am simultaneously excited and fearful of the future. I am also ready to let life begin, but unmotivated. Why? You tell me. 

I want a new pair of sneakers. The First Round Chinese New Year Puma ones. I am really feeling that red and gold. 

Being unemployed is worse than having a job you dislike. Because when you're working at your miserable job, you're busy and getting paid. I am going crazy and sleeping the craziest hours. I am now falling asleep around 7:00 am and getting up at around 2:30-3:00 pm. It is ridiculous. I have no excuse and am embarrassed. I'm thinking about volunteering. I'll let you know how that turns out. 

While there is some sort of comfort of living in the same town for fifteen years, the fact has become excruciatingly painful lately. Like repeating the fifth grade fifteen times. You know everything there is to know and you don't even try anymore, you just become this machine that no longer thinks, just does things mechanically and is numb. 

Why am I complaining? My Tuesday was great. Believers Never Die part Deux. 

But who knows how long that high will last me?

I have a blog.

Why in the wide open spaces do I have a blog?