Friday The 13th/Single Appreciation Day/President's Day Weekend

This weekend, DOMINATED.

So Friday was Friday the 13th. And all day I was like sweet no bad luck, pretty kick ass day. But then, just as I thought I got off scotch free, oh no, the worst possible thing in the world that could ever have happened to me happened. get ready, this might scare you and maek small children cry. THERE WAS A FUCKING 25cent INCREASE ON TOBACCO TAX. WTFFFFFF. $5.25 is WAY too much. But whatever, I guess i'll just start doing crack instead, it's cheaper.

Then came Saturday, Valentinne's Day, or as I like to call it: Single Appreciation Day. Which was pretty much a downer but whatever because the evening made it better. Hooray for super dank Valentine's Day party. Getting intoxicated always solves my problems and feelings of loneliness. I'm gonna start to bottle it and sell it.

Then it was Sunday. Sundays sucks. Especially when you have to go to work at 6 IN THE FUCKING A.M. That was not fun. So after that happened I thoguht my day was totally going to suck. But then, however, a certain associate of mine texted me and proposed that we drive to San Antonio just for shits and giggles. SO WE DID. Now i don't know if you've ever gone on a completely unnecessary road trip entirely based on impulse, but i highly recommend you do. It's the bomb.com. And of course there was a piss break taken at Buccee's which of course included the always delicious Beaver Nuggets. And then when we got to our final destination of a city 2 and a half hours away we met up with an old friend and chilllllllllllllled. Then we drove back and almost died due to a fuckin HEB 18-wheeler. And if that didn't get us then the insanely ridiculous, completely unnecessary, yet again ridiculous speed traps would. It was like being a deer on the first day of hunting season. One by one the cars slowly were being picked off the road. But there was much raving to techno at 12:30 in the morning somewhere in between Sealy and Schoolenburg so it alrite.

Monday. I slept. ALL DAY.


good times, good times.

Friday Nights

You know, I have to come to realize something. That the Friday night just isn't what it used to be anymore. It used to be non-stop partying until Saturday morning. Not sleeping. Not remembering who you did what with. Not worrying about life. Forgetting about bullshit.
Now the Friday is just a constant reminder of bullshit for me.
It just reminds of how exactly nothing really matters. For the 4th week in a row I have sat outside of a Starbucks after my band has practiced and smoked cigarettes until midnight then I go home.
But by doing this I have also come to realize.
We all bitch about how much our life sucsk when we don't go out on friday night.
However,
there are children,
young children,
hungry,
lonely,
children,
who have never even dreamed of a friday night.
The thought has never even crossed their mind. They live their lives in poverty with their only priority to survive. To keep their family alive. These are children. Just children. And then us, the general American public sit around and mope and bitch because we didn't go out on a friday night.
And here's the really pathetic part.
I know these truths.
I understand them.
Yet I still sit around and smoke and mope because I didn't do anything on a Friday night.
Such is life.
But why?




and oh yeah, speaking of the band,
go ahead and check it out: The Tallest Mountains Are Islands

Symphony

Tonight there is a bed whithout it's owner
Tomorrow there is a desk without an occupant
A friend without a friendship
A body without a soul
And he will be missed
But the soul lives on,
It is eternal,
He is eternal
He will never leave, not really
His body was a just an istrument
An instrument to orchestrate the symphony of his soul
Now it is complete
And it is beautiful
The most beautiful sound ever heard
And this sound will never be forgotten
Nor will it's orchestrator
For he is eternal
He is beautiful
He is not gone
Just moved on



Jacob Leen RIP
We all loved you man

masterbate.

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A Poem With No Titles Written AS I Continue Down The Page With No Prior Planning

It is Friday night. It is 2009. I am 17.
I spend my evening with friends but really alone smoking cigarettes outside of a starbucks which closed 2 hours ago.
It is Saturday night. It is 2007. I am 15.
I spend my evening at a girl's home hoping for a kiss. Because a simple kiss is all I desire.
It is Sunday night. It is 2001. I am 10.
I go to church with my family then spend my evening at home watching TV. But I was content with this.
It is Friday night. It is 2009. I am 17.
I am alone. Outside the same empty starbucks. Trading answerless phone calls with girls who seem to just not care. I spend the night trying to get in between legs of a woman.
It is Wednesay night. It is 1991. I am 2 minutes ago.
I spend my night leaving from between the legs of woman.
It is Saturday night. I am 15.
Kisses are now a regular thing. I am content.
It is Sunday night. I am 10.
I watch TV and do homework. I am content.
It is again Friday night. I am still 17.
I smoke cigarettes for comfort. I have lost my content with the world.
Time changes thing.
Time contorts things.
I used to be content.
I used to be so bright,
so naive,
such a joy to my mother.
It is 2009.
I am 17.
What happened?

I'm Back, from the fuckin grave

Alrite so yeah I know, its been awhile. Which is ironic because when I made this blog I was thinking "I swear to god i will not be one of those faggots who has a blog and updates it like a once a month and says 'It's been awhile'".

Well that's besides the point, the point is because of certain events which may have transpired over the past couple of days which society does not happen to look fondly upon, my computer privileges on the weekdays have been taken away. Yeah, pathetic. I know. I feel like I'm freakin 14 getting grounded from the computer. What the hell.

But anyways, I have acquired a computer and here I am.
So we should review whats been happening in my life:
My school BLOWS
My job BLOWS
My home life BLOWS
My girlfriend doesn't BLOW me
(just kidding there is no lady friend in mr.feelnothin's life, so the job's open)
But I think yall get the picture, I haven't been doin so hot. But whatever, shit happens.

On the up side though, my band has recently purchased a four track so the party is really startin now. (Recordings will be here shortly) So try not to pre-jac about that while you're waiting.

And my man Ben has decided that he is going to make a 52-part video series about each week of his life for a year. They dominate.
Here's Week One.
click it.
It's worth it. I promise.

and here's Week Two.
It's fun-tastic.
If you enjoy them.
Then keep up with 'em.
and then send him some love.

Well, this was just a brief little update, so that's all for now.
Expect something amazing tomorrow to make up for it.
So get excited.