Mind Games.

High school. Its a rampant insane asylum for the crippled depressed called teenagers. There is no end to the constant backstabbing and the irrepressible tears and the unbelievably petty people that use you.

I have risen above this cesspool called public school and will be attending college classes this fall. Yay for me, right?

Well, not so much. One of my best friends now considers me to be a flake because I won't work with the theater director at my school.

Let me just play this out for you. The directors name is Jeff. He is a disgusting, untalented, worthless, pervey, egotistical middle aged man who knows nothing about teenagers. The best part? I pissed him off pretty bad by saying about that much on Facebook. [Insert gasp of indignation here.] The thing is, he has no credentials for teaching or directing if you ask me. If this is what I have to deal with for my last year of high school, excuse my French, but fuck no.

When I was a sophomore I was so excited to be a senior. So I could be a Senior Leader in the theater club we have. But that dream has been dashed by the insecuties of an old man and an insensitive childhood friend.

I will find my own way though. There are other theaters. Just watch me. I will kick the crap out of the parts I get. And I know I'm better at acting then my friend and my director put together. They'll see. And I will be backstage laughing at their doom.

I actually am a happy person. I swear.

Who's laughing now?

You know that silly question people ask: "What is the meaning of life?"

And the equally silly answer: "42."?

I'm assuming that if you are still following me that you have seen or read The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Or you have an overtly nerdy brother who quotes everything from Game of Thrones to Shakespeare. Actually that might just be me.

I have tabbled in this blogging stuff. I have a couple of fashion blogs. But you know the funny part about the fashion industry? Everyone does the exact same stuff. Its as if they're following trends! [Please follow my sarcasm here] Don't get me wrong here. I love my fashion blogs . And you should too.

But this blog is for me. This is what life is about according to me. This is what love is according to me. This is what drugs, sex, school, religion, books, fashion, media, music, college, boys, girls, ART is according to me.

A lot to handle? You have no idea. I consider the internet to be to packed with mindless chatter about nothing in general. Too many people just shopping with their credit cards and watching YouTube videos and scrolling their Tumblr. Its a waste of my time but I want to write these magnetic thoughts down for all of you. Because I will be famous or at least someone who everyone will want to know. And these thoughts will be worth millions, just wait.

I'm actually a warm fuzzy person, it just doesn't seem like it.