State your screen name and where you’re from. Now repeat the following words:

Knish
Hot dog
Pidgeon
Montauk
Talk
Madison Square Garden
Rockettes
Nathan’s
Canal Street
New York Yankees
F.A.O. Schwarz
Pretzel
Chocolate Cupcake
Houston Street
Bodega
Brooklyn
Verrazano Bridge
Bronx
Massapequa
Zeppoli
Moma
Cannoli
Cakalusa is one sexy beast
Long Island
Awning
Hookers
Halal food
Dr. Zizmore
Union Square
Mike Piazza
Albany

Back in my sophomore year in high school I was absolutely obsessed with this Christian southern metal band called Divide the Sea. It’s been awhile since I’ve heard a song from them, and my goodness. That’s a pretty intense sound. Anyways, throughout the years, my music taste has developed and expanded.

And right now, I’m enjoying LIGHTS, she’s absolutely amazing.

As I’m writing this, my eyes are closed while having Let Me Take You Out on repeat. I spend so much time trying to write a blog, and it comes out bland and emotionless. I think I’m going to let my soul do all the writing this time.

I feel as if ocean waves are crashing into my heart and cleansing my soul. Life today just feels beautiful, and today is going to be a good day. I sense that somewhere out there, an adventure awaits me. The origin of where it lies is unknown, but there’s a certain beauty to the thought of the journey to get there.

Listening to this song with my eyes closed makes me envision a road trip with no particular area in mind. Just where the road takes me, whichever turn feels right. The windows are down, and the wind is blowing through my hair. The scent of the fresh country air is filling my lungs and the scenery is looking very breathtaking. There are many green rolling hills, with the bright sky and clouds accenting the many shades of green, and the wildflowers smelling so sweetly. My arm is extended out the window with my hand surfing against the wind that blows. Ahead, two paths will await me. To the left there is a mountainous road leading towards the ocean, to the right a quiet highway leading towards beautiful lights and people. The deserted mountain road I know will eventually lead to people, but the secluded road seems to hold more beauty. In the distance, you can hear the ocean waves hitting cliffs. Seagulls singing songs of freedom (and maybe hunger too). Looking behind me, the sight of the rolling hills starts to diminish, but a new view slowly appears. Climbing higher and higher up these steep roads, ascending higher and higher up the mountain the view becomes so clear. I see….well, I guess I’ll just have to find out.

Lately I can’t help but be bothered by the majority of women I come across. I can’t help but to overhear their conversations about their boyfriends, and really? I’m astonished by how hypocritical a lot of the female population is. Most women want to make their boyfriends jealous, yet they throw a shit fit when their boyfriend does the same thing. Hell, sometimes their boyfriend isn’t even trying to make them jealous. It’s an object or friend that they’re not okay with them being around.

For instance, I know a guy who’s girlfriend made him delete all of the females off of his facebook. If you can’t handle the fact that your boyfriend has friends that just happen to have vaginas and breasts then you really need to get over yourself. Nobody wants to date an over controlling she-bitch. If you can have friends that are males, then why not give your boyfriend the same freedom? If the answer is because you don’t trust him, then why are you even with him in the first place?

Also, I know a popular topic is porn. A lot of women feel that it’s wrong for their boyfriends to watch it for masturbating purposes. That’s just annoying all in itself. If you can masturbate then why can’t he? (assuming you do so) I’m sure a lot of you have vibrators and etc, so why not let your boyfriend watch porn? It’s not like he’s having sex with these women. He’s basically looking at these women as sex objects, which is a porn actress’ job in the first place. If you’re thinking, “looking at people solely for sexual attraction is wrong.” that’s already a hypocritical statement. We all look at people in some form because of attractive features, whether it’s attracting us sexually or not. The fact of the matter is he likes you for you, not a sex object, so why even get jealous over something so trivial? If your boyfriend wants to masturbate let him do so, if you’re so upset about it maybe you should loosen up and do it too..because if you’re upset over something so minute you need to let out some frustrations.

Back to the topic over women making their boyfriends jealous. Do you really want to be that immature? Exactly what is this going to accomplish except maybe a fight? There are some girls I know that will flirt with other guys, or talk about how good looking a guy is to make their man jealous. Why spend so much time and effort trying to make him jealous when you could be using that time to have a genuinely fun time? I just don’t understand. I bet if your boyfriends would do that you would be having an argument with him or calling him out.

I just really don’t understand girls like this. Could someone explain the appeal in this?

I just found stumbled upon these videos of old high school times, and I can’t help having slight feelings of sadness. Things were less stressful, and all of the old friends I had…well…we just had so much fun. I kind of miss being able to see everyone during lunch hours (and being the loudest table in the cafeteria.) I miss going to pep assemblies and seeing teachers do extremely stupid things. I miss the immaturity and the carefree lifestyle everyone seemed to have, now immaturity is unacceptable.

I remember my freshman year of high school I used to hangout with the stoners. They were such a bad influence, and thankfully I never got into any of the things they got in to. I remember one day, there was this girl that we didn’t like and she kept bothering us in the cafeteria. My (at the time friend) Michael, ended up putting a laxative in her milk. She ended up drinking it, and we just sat there giggling and laughing…and waiting…and waiting…and waiting. Then we realized laxatives take six to twelve hours. What a hilarious day. Now, I feel bad about giving that girl the shits.

I haven’t really had time to write much of anything lately. Blast this midterm and exam week! Anyways, I thought I’d leave a video I’ve been watching in between homework assignments and studying. It’s really amazing with all the visuals and the awesome sound.

So I bought my first bikini ever, and to my surprise it fits quite nicely. I’m so used to wearing basketball shorts, and baggy t-shirts when going swimming..and quite frankly I’m sick of it. Anyways, I decided to step outside of my comfort and buy a bikini. I feel better in it than I suspected, still not quite confident in it, but I’m getting there. All I need to do now is workout more so I can flatten my squish. I’m halfway there.

One of these days I’m going to comicon in a super BA costume like this. I just don’t know who I could pull off. Any suggestions?

Yeah, I didn’t like it. Looks pretty though

With lissome figures and fetching smiles, the women of the 1960s have always seemed to grasp my attention. Their photographs seem to hold so much mystery. Their smiles always so charming, and their eyes very surreptitious. If I could be as alluring (so not to be mistaken, alluring as in intriguing, not in the philandering sense.) as them, well..let’s just say my life would contain a little more contentment. They carried themselves with such elegance and confidence; basically, they could handle themselves. I mean, that is after all when the Women’s Liberation came to be.

It just seems as if the women of the 60s knew what they wanted to do. They had so much drive to be the best. They even took many job roles that were solely for men. For instance, many women joined the armed forces or became scientists. Hell, some women even became the head of major corporations. Women like these make me want to strive to be even better than the potential I have now. Yet here I am, so unsure of what my next step in life will be. Sadly, I know I am not the only one. Just looking at many females today, they seem to be content with being looked at as an ingénue. Instead of just accepting our lives now, shouldn’t we want to be more expressionistic if not impressionistic towards the future generations?