It’s so hard figuring out what you want to do with your life. So many options. So fucking many options. I like technology… but it isn’t fulfilling enough. I feel like there is something else out there that could make me truly happy. Well… probably not. I am lazy and, therefor, will probably never truly love my job. But I should at least feel fulfilled, right? Yeah. I should. I deserve it. I’m a good guy. I make mistakes and I’m pretty damn irresponsible, but when it comes to the important parts… I’m pretty rad. Self-affirmation’d FTW!
Anyway. I want to work with my hands. This may not be the right thing to do in the end, but it’s what I want to pursue right now… so I will. Team Willis has a rich history of not knowing what the fuck to do with their life, and I intend to keep that confusion going! Look. This is probably going to suck a bit. But I completely agree with that overused cliché: Life’s a journey, not a destination. I do not give a flying fuck where I end up as long as I had fun getting there.
Okay, okay. I know. I use ellipses the wrong way. I’m sure I use commas incorrectly as well. I’m sorry. Technically… I didn’t pass senior English. The teacher felt bad for me and let me graduate. THANK YOU MR. STATION! I am going to continue to use grammar the way I please because this is my blog and I feel that it helps me say what I want to say in the way I want to say it.
When I was a kid, I loved building couch cushion forts. Well, I loved when my dad made them. And I guess I’ve made a few recently… sooo… okay. Yes. They’re fun. You should do it. So yeah, this bloggy website thing made this awesome list and rated a bunch of couch forts. This one was my favorite:
Pretty sweet, huh? I liked the forts that were like a little building and only had an entrance big enough for the kids. Fun times.
Oh! I just thought of an awesome segue! Watch this:
So I am a bit drunk. Hey! You know what you shouldn’t do? Drive drunk. Hey! Drunk drivers are bad drivers. Don’t you wish there was someone who would punish all of those jerk drivers better than the cops? I do. And guess what. I want to be that person. Yes. If I could be a superhero… I would be the one who punishes mean and/or shitty drivers. Cutting people off in an aggressive fashion would piss me off and I would lift up your car (because I can fly and have wicked awesome strength) and set it back down in traffic in a place where you would definitely be late to wherever you were trying to get to so quickly. Or maybe I would be able to change your pimped out H2 into a Pinto with faded paint and rust spots… and an 8 track! I just wish people were more civil on the road. People are always in a rush and they get so angry and stupid. It really makes me sad. The majority of Americans are assholes. Plain and simple. They suck. I need a name for this dude. If I could draw, I would totally make a comic of this! Oh man… punishing bad drivers… such good reading material!
I am working on DJ Adam’s Muzak Pix Volume Thirty. Yes… I have made around thirty of these things. The first ones were mostly ska. From then until now, they have been pretty damn random. I don’t have any of them anymore. Maybe one or two. 30 is going to be epic. I don’t know why I am making a new one… I don’t use CDs. I ride my bike to work and I don’t own a car. I also don’t own one of those crazy portable CD players that were all the rage when I was in elementary school. I really can’t think. Alcohol and blogging are like… Adam and Arizona… or Disneyland and hate… or soda and milk. It’s hard to do. Not fun. But it is. So I think it’s okay. The only thing is that when I read this tomorrow, I might be mad at myself. Probably not. But maybe.
Look… if you read all the way down here… I owe you a terrorist fist jab or a hug or a big wet kiss or somethin. This was a long and pretty pointless, drunken post. I wasn’t drunk at first, but now I am. So there.
“Well… Here I am.”