Woah nelly! I wanna be a friggin ROCKSTAR!

I’m sure that 5 people, in this whole universe, know this fact about me, something not everyone could possibly see (since I'm all shy and shit) – I am SUPER awesome.

    You see, this whole awesomeness roots from the fact that I am a superfluous poser of an indie hipster. I mean, come on people!! I wear dark rimmed glasses (which I actually need and that makes things a little less awesome though), imitation Chucks and muddy checkered Vans slip-ons. I shop in thrift stores and over accessorize myself and my stuff  (Hot Topic is teh shiznit, yo!) and I like drinking with my friends and whine about how this tangenang-sorry-excuse of a guy left me for, I dunno, sex with this rich ass ho’ who’d pay for their motel room. I'm also always broke and I mope, I make poetry and I blog. For what its worth, I have mp3s of bands I don't listen to, just so that I could name drop and make fun of people who don't know said bands. So, if you are not as hooked on the internet as me and if you don’t know all the hot shit in the indie and punk rock scene, like Avril Lavigne’s spankin new album, then you’re a loser, I'm sorry and I fucking rock.

            My ego is sort of bloated right now, actually, so yeah, here I am, gloating, bragging, dancing my victory dance of “coolness” because yesterday, this kick ass good looking guy (who, unfortunately looks Chinese. Blurgh) messages me, and asks me if I could try out for this side band project he’s planning. My heart goes into overdrive and well, I falter and almost, instantly, gave in. After all, being in a band seems like fun and as all of my dear friends know, I could use some fun. It just slightly bothers me that he sizes my vocal prowess (which is horribly mediocre — a little bit similar, but much much worse like Maria Mena on a diet) with the way I look – all fucking grunge and messed up. But hey, now I know that looks could bring you so far. Fuck it, I’m taking advantage of the situation. Rock n roll baby!

            Anyway, today is so boring I actually got the time to bloghop and shit. I’m currently reading Questionable Content and it’s frigging hilarious although the wit is killing me, mainly because I’m too stupid for this shit. You see, because of some defense mechanism of sorts, I act stupid to be funny and I act intelligent to be liked. When you do that shiznit for, like, all your life, it kind of catches up on you – the stupidity I mean. And all the fucking pretension. Now, I’m just not sure if I’m stupid enough or I’m smart enough and so, it’s not, ever, funny enough and consequently, no one likes me enough to think that I am fucking awesome, which leads to the validity of my first sentence. Yeah. Confusing, isn't it? Go figure.