the beautiful and the privileged

if i am not able to convey how i feel correctly, this blog may turn into a rant about rich people. all i mean to do is point out some of the social tendancys that come from the offspring of hard working people.




i spent most of tonight hanging out with my friend brook. she had been posting really depressing status updates on the all mighty facebook so i decided to give her a call and see if she wanted to do something to get this guy off her mind. as she is talking about him and how he treats her, it made me wonder if he had been brought up in a well-to-do family(a lot of the human garbage ive run into have grown up in wealthy families). she confirmed my suspicisons. the part that gets me is that his finantial status was the first thing that i thought about. it seems that, if not raised properly, children with lots of money treat other human beings like dirt. in my opinion they have a lack of good life experance which leads them to kind of create their own world where they are king because they have the good looks and money and everything. they think the only thing that matters is what is going on in their life and nothing else.
"Eff everyone else! My petty high school problems are more important than world hunger!"
then when they move out and get slaped in the face with the real world then they do one of three things right off the bat. 1) they realize what an ass they have been and shape up 2) it depresses them and they start to drink/do drugs ect. 3) they try to force their own small little world on everyone else.
this last one is the one that bothers me the most because this is the person that makes other people crap. their small relationship problems out weigh the death of gretchins mother last week. then gretchin feels like she has to deal with 2 peoples problems rather than just her own.

now there are always, ALWAYS, exceptions to what i just wrote and i dont feel like i have accuratly put what i feel into words. in fact i feel as though i have just written a whole load crap dumped from the bowls of bad wrighting. but it helped me blow of some steam that had been building up from 5 hours of listning. anyway...take what you will from this...or not...

REBELLION!!!!

So today my rebellious side stirred in my head. it hasnt for a while so thats why i though i should wright about it. at fhe tonight ben, nate, and i decided to have a little jam session at my apartment. we played around for a while (kind of badly at that) and at about 9:15 the people below us came and knocked on our door(assuming to tell us to be quiet but she never actually said anything). now she had her right to tell us to shut up and im not denying that but when she knocked on our door, i got the sudden urge to say "to hell with you! you can put up with it till 10:00!" but alas i didnt because the people that live below us also happen to be the apartment managers. so that could have ended up very badly for us. but it doesnt stop me from fantasizing about what i would have said and would have done! and boy would she have gotten it if this world was my imagination and i would never ever get in trouble. though if this world was my imagination i would also be the greatest skateboarder of all time. AND i would be the biggest rock star of all time...and the ladies would love me...and it would be perfect...and cats could also be purple just for kicks....yes...

being sick

is the worst. the only thing you can do is wait it out and hope that it isnt going to be as bad as you think its going to be. i am as you might have figured am sick. i went to the doctor and they gave me medication but the only thing to do is now is wait...and wait...and wait some more.

Hardcore music

so this last week i took a trip down to tucson. when ever i go home to tucson my time is usually taken up by skateboarding and hardcore music at the the local anarcist collective. while i was down there this last time i came to a realization. i am not cut out for hardcore music. though i love it dearly and its helped me get through a lot of emotional times, i just cant do that it all the time like a lot of my friends can. last thursday i went to smilie fest at the dry river. it was 16 bands and they had a skate ramp and everything. everyone was in a super good mood and all the music was super good. then the last band was up. their name was Slow Thought. i had seem them before and i knew that their sets were particularly violent, so i elected to stand very far a way from the pit. as their set progressed the people got more and more adjitated. by the end of it all 4 people were bleeding and almoste everyone that was in/standing around the pit had someones blood on them. it was insane! and thats when i realized that to do the hardcore thing, you need to eather have deep seeded anger issues or you just need to do coke way too much.

so to sum it all up hardcore is fun in small doces but as a life style its not for me. too crazy and too much bull shit(sorry for the strong language) to deal with.