Just a Thought

I've honestly never listened to Sex Pistols, but I keep getting told that I should. I'm about to go on a road trip soon, so I'll probably start listening then since I'll have the time.

There’s nothing better than being in a group chat on Skype and never replying. I can’t figure out how to mute it either, so I constantly get the notifications but am too lazy to actually leave it. So I just suffer in silence and marvel at the confusing amount of shit that happens in there. 

Does anyone else ever get the sudden and overwhelming need to listen to Eminem for an unknown amount of time? There’s something oddly visceral about giving into this need. 

The best thing about coming into a fandom late is starting out confused by the old memes that still go around and then suddenly getting them. Like, to name one, Cheese Whiz in the early days of the P!atD fandom. And the Milk Fic. @crankthatfrank is probably part of the reason some of these are still so relevant.

You don’t know true disappointment until you’ve been waiting for a supposed dessert bar to open up and when you finally go it’s a place that just sells bubble tea and snow cones.

It’s a very weird mix of mostly early 2000s punk, some current punk, letting my Spotify play whatever it wants, and the occasional pop song. 

My fan only has two settings. Louder than a fucking plane flying directly over my house and moving but giving off no air so there’s no point. What the hell, fan. Just quietly keep me cool. Goddamn.

I think Green Day is like the marijuana of punk. It’s the gateway band to punk music. We’ve all heard Boulevard of Broken Dreams and Wake Me Up When September Ends. Some of us keep listening and then start exploring other punk bands to find the same kind of sound. Some of us listen to one or two songs and decide it’s not for us and just move on. 

I don’t like talking about myself. I worry that I’m annoying people with my problems and interests. It makes me want to curl into a ball with a sign that says “Do Not Listen” placed next to me so people know they don’t have to stand there and endure my chatter. And yet, I create a whole blog where I talk about my life and feelings. It seems paradoxical now that I think about it. 

I recently went to get my license renewed. Three times I had to retake the picture for it. By the time we finally got a clear enough one, I was ready to go. Looking at it later, I realized something. It looks like the camera sucked the soul out of me, but couldn’t quite get it all. Instead, it just left the parts of me that are tired and feeling dead anyway. I asked my parents about it later. They said it was normal.

It’s amazing how much you’ll do to avoid one specific thing. I’m avoiding writing a paper, so I started a brand new blog instead. I’m scrolling through Tumblr until my optometrist appointment to continue avoiding that paper. It isn’t even due until August 31st. I don’t need to think of this as procrastination. And yet, it is, because I have the paper’s word document open on half my screen. It’s staring at me, waiting for me to write more words I’ll inevitably hate. Procrastination is a blessing and a curse.

I’ve debated this blog for a while. Turns out, an impulse and procrastinating homework was all I needed to start it. I can’t really say what this blog will become quite yet. Hopefully it will fulfill whatever it’s supposed to. Maybe you’ll get a laugh. Maybe it’s just my version of screaming into the void and waiting for somebody to hear me. But, for now, it’s just beginning.