The World Through The Eyes Of An Angry Young Man..

Reykjavík, Iceland

2009-07-04T11:18:00.000-07:00

So many hot girls.

So little confidence.

When it’s a beautiful day, I get scared of the light.

2009-04-19T05:10:00.000-07:00

I think we underestimate the Sun.

It give us strength, power, warmth, life.

But have you ever thought that this power can strike us down when it wishes? And one day it will.

It’s like watching the Devil rise and fall day by day. A sigh of relief when it turns dark. Safe for another day.

No more sun dances, no more deities.

Oh well.

Wear your shorts, wear your flip-flops, wear your Ray-Bans.

We’re all fucked anyway.

I said to myself that...

2009-04-06T16:20:00.000-07:00

...I'd be active at writing, on here. Say a post every other day, but three weeks later...

...nothing.

Many things to talk about, but like a morning glory, the moment passes and turns rather small and flaccid.

Just like missing a blog.

Does it really matter when the timing of words becomes irrelevant?

It shouldn't do. It just depends on the material, whether your writing is captivating enough or ideally a combination of the two.

Good subjects have run away into the haze.

My birthday, physical problems, psychological problems, physical problems causing psychological problems and the general ordeal of being in a place and skin that you feel isn't making any sense.

Cheer up you bastard.

Enough Time Is Never Enough.

2009-03-07T10:43:00.000-08:00

The past few days I've had a flaccid pen.

These words just don't want to come out and play.

Lots to say, lots of time, lots of hindrance, lots of hangovers.

Starbucks is never the best place to jot down the notions and squalors of the times. Distractions' galore!!!

Luke-warm latte's, hot girls and elderly conversation discussing the benefits of ScotchGuard does not help me out one bit.

However.

The lack of thought is always the best muse.

These vacant words just seem to fall into place.

The Most Beautiful Shoes In The World.

2009-03-07T10:28:00.000-08:00

Reasons why I hate the use of ‘lol’ (an ongoing process):

2009-02-27T15:01:00.000-08:00

1. To abbreviate a phrase due to impatience shows a lack of respect to the English language. The same can be said about ‘BTW’, ‘FYI’ and ‘BRB’.

An even more ill-mannered representation of abbreviation is the commonly used ‘luv’, which apparently is what social networking communities call ‘love’. How can a word so passionate and emotive be disregarded and drained of its original meaning in order to save time?! Personally, if I ever receive ‘luv’ instead of ‘love’ then you have lost something more than time. Understand?

2. Ok, so I guess you shouldn’t judge another human on first impressions.
But to me, it shows a lack of maturity, especially if it is wildly overused. I have no qualms judging someone if this is the case!!
However, I do admit that I did use the phrase when I was about 18, way before I ever discovered absurdism and the power of the WORD.

3. I believe the use of ‘lol’ after a comical sentence shows a lack of confidence within ones charm and humour…to cover ones back.
If the correspondent doesn’t take the sentence as a joke then you have either failed or the receiver is extremely dull-witted. Thus resulting in his or her own problem, not yours!

4. Most importantly, the use of ‘lol’ in most cases in a LIE. Are you actually ‘laughing out loud’?
A true example is the incredibly bizarre phrase ‘lmao’.
Do you actually expect me to believe that you are in fact ‘laughing your ass off'? How is that even possible? So a throw away comment via an electronic medium has had such an effect on your physical state that the lower part of your body has literally dropped off?
I may be extremely funny, but I’m not bloody Jesus Christ.

………………………….Disclaimer…………………………

I understand that I swear and use ‘slang’ terms but that is only due to the informal environment that I choose to be in, with friends and such. Or to express emotional emphasis (e.g. Anger, Despair or Joy).
So go fuck yourself…lol.

Looking Forward To These Months Of Sadness.

2009-02-23T09:25:00.000-08:00

The only thing worse than losing a job is the torment of visiting agencies trying to look for the bastard.

After spending a good hour and a half taking those tests and filling out forms (where you have to type in Welsh names to little boxes to decide whether you're capable of setting at a desk) I left still jobless.

As I walked home feeling empty, I pondered Kelly's commitment and genuine enthusiasm to my lost cause.

Nearly every situation I find myself in, I wish I was somewhere else.

She is truly a greater human-being than I ever will be.

Generic First Post...First Post.

2009-02-22T08:47:00.000-08:00

So I've been told you shouldn't really start a sentence with the word 'so', but the English language is being destroyed by the day SO fuck it.

I've had this blogger site for almost goddamn six months and never used it...Jesus, that's terrible. I keep thinking of things to write about but I never jot them down on here, just in my notebook or my head, which believe me isn't the best place for these words when it's 2am in a shitty middle-class nightclub.

I guess it all boils down to having no direction, fatigue and numerous acts of daily masturbation.

We'll see how it all goes...I may just delete this piece of shit, but I'd rather be here than on Facebook. I'm also writing another Blogger site, well I say writing, more like one is registered and I'll see if it takes longer than six months to write.

Sometimes I'm good with words. Sometimes I'm not, it depends on how well the Scotch goes down.

Every two weeks I burn a dictionary for the hell of it.