I have no clue why, but my skin has been going insane for the past week.

At first I thought maybe, just maybe they were mosquito bites. They seemed like it at first anyways. Just a few mosquito bite like dots here and there, but then there seemed to be more and more. Sometimes there’s some strange pain that happens when I scratch them. It’s like having chicken pox all over again…which I swear it better not be chicken pox or I will be one unhappy camper.

Anyways, the itching seems to be spreading to my sides in tiny dot forms. Great.

Before:

After:

For every single person out there who isn’t happy with who I am, screw you. I will never surrender my goals, dreams, and thoughts to you. You may not agree with anything that I think, but I don’t care anymore. Maybe you don’t like the fact that I don’t think small, but that I think big. Maybe you don’t like the fact that I can think globally and act locally. God forbid I think outside the box.

You are not my puppet master, and even if hell freezes over I will never be your marionette. I’m leaving your fantasy world of having control over my life. I will not be stuck in your 1950s world. Look around, the world is constantly changing. You don’t like the fact that I want to travel? Get over it, I’ll travel. Farther than you have ever hoped to never go.

You think America needs saving? Save it yourself then. What everyone’s problem is, is the simple fact that they leave problems and issues for someone else to fix. News flash, nothing ever gets fixed this way. It’s called action, why not take it? I already have the mindset of helping the world. I’m already starting to take small steps gradually making my way to the biggest steps I will ever take in life. The difference between my mindset and yours is the fact that I plan on accomplishing things, not just hating the world for my life’s issues. Maybe if you opened not only your mind but your eyes, you would notice that the world is actually quite beautiful.

And for the other “yous”….

You may not like the way I dress, well too bad. If I want to wear tanktops let me wear my tanktops. Tanktops aren’t just for whor*s, but they can be worn decently too. Also, I have no wrinkles. I’m only nineteen, wrinkles aren’t even possible this early in my life, so shove your negativity up your as* because I am not having it. Face it, my style is always changing. I like mixing it up in my life. One day, I might want to dress as sweet as a cupcake, the next I might want to dress in knee high boots and a little black dress and rock the night away in my imaginary concert. Deal with it, I’m not perfect, I’m just a little eclectic.

You might not like my friends, but I don’t like yours either. In fact, I don’t think I’ve met any of them, possibly because you don’t have any that stick around for too long. Don’t judge my friends, they’re better than you have been for a long time. You went on a date with my friend, and yeah he comes from a well off family..doesn’t mean he’s a rich snob. He likes brand new cars, in fact he owns one. That doesn’t mean he hates everything used, so don’t judge him. You don’t know him. My friends are the nicest people you could ever meet, that doesn’t mean they’re fake, doesn’t even mean they’ll judge you. They’re being genuine, something you don’t know how to do because all you do is judge people. You don’t even try to know them. I ignore your calls and texts because you are redundant. I don’t care about the new clothes you have, the apartment you want to buy, how much is in your paycheck. Stop trying to make yourself seem better than me, you’re not. I don’t seem jealous, because I’m not. So quit trying, because it’s not going to happen.

You, yeah you. Quit trying to shove your opinions down my throat. I appreciate hearing your thoughts, in fact I like hearing them. Just don’t ridicule mine, because I have the common decency to respect yours.

You, back off my indie music. I don’t care if you like it. Your mainstream s*it sucks in my opinion. Eminem and Lil Wayne can suck my pianist. Quit trying to force me to enjoy your music, it will never happen. Just like I’ve given up trying to get you to like my music.

I’m not going to try to please any of you anymore. It’s a miserable life. None of you will ever be happy with the way I am, and I’m okay with that. I’m just going to live, not think twice because it’s alright. Maybe if I sent vibrations in your direction, you’ll get the message.

There are times where I feel a little disgruntled towards people who feel the need to act like victims. I’m sure some of you may know a few people who are like this. You know, those disheartening people whose lives are so bad that everyone else is to blame but themselves.

Don’t get me wrong, their lives might have been dreadful and miserable starting from a young age, and at a young age there’s nothing they could have really done about it. Especially because they have not yet gained the independence they have always longed for. On the other hand, as these people start to grow up they start having more responsibility for themselves. In other words, they get thrown into the real world where the only person to help them is them.

What bothers me about this, is that they don’t realize any of this. They think it’s other people’s “responsibility” to take care of their needs and wants. It’s almost as if they expect others to catch themselves each and every time they fall. What contributes to their misery is their lack of independence, and their very present dependency towards people. Exactly what would these individuals do if there was no one to help them?

It’s their lack of motivation and self-esteem that’s the most bothersome part. It saddens me to see that they don’t see how much value on this earth they have.

Not your typical love story, Scott Pilgrim vs the World adds a new twist to the genre of romantic comedies. With a video game/ comic book spin off, it brings a whole new light to indieesque films. Not only was the way the film was captured nice, but the music definitely gives meaning to the term “music to my ears”. Although these songs were covers of already awesomely existing songs, they put a unique touch to each and every one.

While watching this film, I couldn’t help but find all of the characters quirky and unique. It was hard not to fall in love with each and every one of them, including all of the villains. Getting into the movie, it seems as if each scene grasped my attention quite easily. Although a tad bit confused in some parts of the film, I enjoyed watching it from start to finish. In almost every scene there was a witty and very comical line being thrown at me. Here and there, there were some cheesy lines I wanted to facepalm myself to, but found myself giggling from the bland humor.

The story line kept my interest throughout the film, but unless you like humor similar to Hangover then I would suggest another movie for you. The way the humor was laid out was perfect, It wasn’t oblivious or tasteless. Just the way I like it. If you’re into video game themed movies you will enjoy this one. There are so many references to the classic video games such as Zelda.

The story starts out as your typical movie, boy gets a 17 year old girlfriend at the age of 22. His band mates give him some trouble, not like he cares. Then all of a sudden, he spots his love at first sight and must have her, forgetting about his already existing girlfriend. His mind soon becomes engulfed with thoughts that includes nothing but his mystery woman. With his mind being overwhelmed with thoughts of this mystery woman, he forgets the seriousness of his band practices and their upcoming shows and record deal opportunities. Not to mention some very unexpected battles with the seven deadly exes.

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SERIOUSLY -____- no really…..I could’ve sworn I would have been the only one to write about this.

This is discouraging.

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Each one of their white girls are carefully picked. Each must be from a very socially elite family, and in absolute perfect health.

Getting to the most important part, the milk is stored in the upper east side of Manhattan. Then the girl is lead to the milk, but before she starts to gargle the milk she does a mouth rinsing regimen. Not that it matters because their girls have superb mouth health.

After the mouth rinsing regimen, she gets sent into the gargling room. The longer she gargles the milk, the less contaminated it becomes. When the gargling is completed, it immediately gets put into a glass bottle, and put into a cooler.

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Centralia was once a lively little town that consisted of only around 2,700 people. The people that made up this town were mainly blue collared workers, many of which worked in the coal mines. Since Centralia had an abundance of coal in the mines, the town itself was quite industrial and it thrived off of the coal it produced. The coal that was discovered in the mine was quite powerful, in fact it was one of the purest types. This type of coal is known as Anthracite. Once lit, it it was quite laborious to put out. With a coal this powerful (and with so much of it), they could have been on top of the world. However, since it was so difficult to extinguish it also posed as a threat.

In the spring of 1962 the fire department did their annual burning of excess garbage in their landfill. What they didn’t know was that the area where they were burning their garbage was near exposed Anthracite, eventually leading the coal to ignite. The firemen struggled to put out the fire on the surface, but it was too late. The ignited coal had already spread one hundred meters underground. Eventually, the fire spread throughout the mines throughout the entire town.

To figure out how severe the fire had become, the Pennsylvania Department of Environmental Resources began to drill holes in the ground. This only made matters worse. The holes led to a natural draft to the surface which contributed to spontaneous combustion. Because of these natural drafts, carbon monoxide entered many homes of the residences in Centralia causing many health issues.

Throughout the years in the 1960s, many efforts were made to stop the underground fire. Sadly these efforts failed. As years went by, the fire became bigger and bigger. Eventually in 1979 the temperature of the fire was taken. The temperature was measured to be 172 degrees Fahrenheit.

After burning for almost 20 years, an event happened that showed just how dangerous the little town of Centralia had become. A twelve year old boy fell into a sink hole that was four feet wide and 150 feet deep. By some miracle he was pulled out to safety before he plummeted to his death into the fiery pits of the unknown. By this time, almost seven million dollars had been spent trying to extinguish the great underground fire, but all of the efforts had failed. This resulted in a town evacuation.

Majority of the town had evacuated, but some still chose to stay aside from the many dangers that lied within the town such as: hydrogen explosions, carbon-monoxide, and cave-ins. Around ten or eleven people still reside in the town today, even though in 2002 the zip code had been revoked. The fire is also estimated to burn for another 250 years.

Remember, once you enter Silent Hill, there is no turning back.

I just woke up from the most bizarre dream ever.

There was a futuristic radioactive war going on, and the entire world was wreaking havoc. There were few good people left in the world, mainly because majority of the population had died (or of course were turned into zombies or psychopaths). It was a dangerous place, and aside from the mutated lifeforms that were wandering across the world, there were also the people in hiding. Imagine it to be like I Am Legend, nobody insight, but unlike I Am Legend where there were no survivors other than Will Smith, there were a few small groups of people scattered across the city. Among the groups there were your good people that went out to search for survivors, and then there were the bad. The bad people were greedy, they would kill anybody to stay alive. Even if you were a part of their group, if you did as much as held them them back or get in their way they would kill you with no hesitation. It was a battle between the good and evil, the helpful and greedy. It was a battle for survival.

My dream was not in third person, I was a main character I suppose you could say. I was quite similar to an a*s kicking Milla Jovovich. I was decked out in a leather jacket, tight leather pants, a ripped t-shirt (probably from previous combat), and a gun holster that contained quite a few weapons. The weapons I had in my possession were: a combat knife, a magnum revolver, a handgun, STI Eagle, and a XM-25 grenade launcher strapped to my back. I’m not sure as to why, but I chose to travel alone, I’m not even positive if I had any affiliation with the “good” survivors. Just like in many movies though, many of the “heroes” choose to travel alone.

I don’t remember much of my dream, but I do remember a particular event.

For some reason I was on a boat heading towards some safe haven island. There were many people with me, I can take a wild guess and assume these were people I had saved. Anyways, during this long boat journey towards this place of importance we were under attack by mutated sharks. (They looked like a cross between Jaws and the giant mutated fish in Resident Evil 4.) We were under attack, and there was no use in trying to outrun them, they were way too fast. My only option was to try and slay each one of them (there were two). They kept ramming themselves into the boat, trying to tip it over for a quick meal. Of course, with my wide variety in weaponry I decided to have some fun. I pulled out my XM-25 grenade launcher and aimed as accurately as I could. The sharks were swimming towards the boat and my fellow crewmen were terrified, and had lost hope. I yelled out orders, and then with a smirk on my face I said “I’m going to hand feed these motherf*ckers” and blew several grenade rounds into each one.

And then I woke up. So who knows if we survived