I'm ripping you a new one. Hope you like it.

Why

Why is it that, as teenage boy and girls, we have to like someone?

Why is it that we have to tell people who, why, when, what, how, and all those other question words?

Why is it that people you don't even know well will bring it up in conversation, like you're best friends and expect you to shout to the heavens I LOVE [insert name here]!

Why is it that we can't be happy with us, our guitars, and our videogames?

Why is that if a guy and a girl are friends someone is going to assume they like each other?

Why is it that we sit on things until they're gone, then our only reaction is "Shit...I should have done something..."

Why is it that I don't know you as well as I want to?

Why is it that Ms Nault is so crazy?

Why is it that I've been 16 for a month and still can't drive?

Why is it that I'm asking all these questions on my blog, where no one can or will answer?

Why is it that I'm typing this?

Why do the bad guys in movies always put a self destruct button on their Doomsday machines?

Wouldn't it be like "Well, at some point someone's going to want to destroy this, let's make it as difficult as possible! Yeah! Just like 'Eff you! Now you have to work to destroy my machine!'" but instead it's like "Well, I'm going to put this giant button, clearly mark it SELF DESTRUCT and put the timer just long enough for the good guy to get to a safe distance."

Now, a real question, why do people make their own self destruct buttons?

My pseudo-aunt makes fun of me, calls me a "heartbreaker" because I tell her stuff. And this stuff usually has to do with girls. That like me. But I don't like them back, so instead of being like "Yeah, ok I'll move on" when I say "I like you as a friend, but not like that" or "You like me way more than I like you," or "No, I won't be your boyfriend" they keep trying, or they go crazy, or they unfriend me on facebook (still laughing at that), which doesn't help either of us. But, I mean, I can't blame them all that much. There's a certain female that I've liked since the 7th grade, which is weird because I usually get over people in a snap. I've given up, sure, but it's still kind of there. Like that little nagging in the back of your head, like "She's so nice to look at."

I'm just now realizing how creepy that phrase is...

But like I said, I've given up, I've accepted it, I know it'll never go farther. Which apparently isn't a factor to one certain girl that apparently really likes me.

I dunno.

And then there are the times you push the self destruct button yourself. Like not saying things you wish you had, but instead ignoring it when every synapse in your body is screaming DON'T DO THIS. YOU CAN STOP THIS.

We all have self destruct buttons. Some are just better guarded than others. Is your's the kind that have several armed guards, or the kind with just a wimpy little glass box?

"I live for the nights I can't remember. I'll die for the friends I will never forget." isn't really that great of a quote.

The second part sure.

But the "I live for the nights I can't remember" implies that you use, and enjoy the use of, some kind of...object...that would cause you to lose memory. The first thing that comes to mind would be a narcotic or alcohol of some kind. It sounds good sure, but if you have to poison yourself to have a good time, well, that's not something I'd be bragging about.

Why Modify Yourself?

I want to get this pierced.
I want to get this tattooed
I want to dye my hair this color.

I don't know about you, but I like the way I was born.

I don't plan on getting any tattoos, or piercings, and even if I had hair to dye I wouldn't do it.

I like myself.

My nerdy, stuttering, left handed, awkward, self.

And guess what.

I like you too.

And chances are, if you're reading this you're a good friend of mine, and I don't like you for your piercing. I don't like you for your fancy hair color. I like you for you.

I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like
I'm fine and dandy with the me inside,
One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink,
I don't give a hoot about what you think.

I like Weezer.

But not as much as I like myself.
And no where near as I much as I like all of you.

733 Mammoth Road

I would have posted this a week ago.
But I couldn't.
Because we moved.
But now I have internet.
And I guess that's cool.
This house is fucking gigantic.
I've lived in second story apartments since the 3rd grade. Now I live in a two story house, with a finished basement. So basically, we have the stuff and furniture for an apartment in a full house. So it's not that bad, I guess. Could be better. Could be worse.
I amm wearing a dinosaur hat.
So moving.
I have to take the bus now. That's not fun. This girl I liked in 4th grade is on the bus. "Dated", if you care to use that word at the age of 10. And according to a certain informant of mine she's a "major druggie" now. I wouldn't know, we haven't really talked. A few awkward glances and waves. I explained why I had a pikachu to her.
But that's not what I'm talking about here.
Here,
I'm complaining about moving.
But I can't really complain that much.
It's not that bad once the moving is over.
But the worst part, and only real part I can complain about is the fact that nothing really changed.Every other time I've moved it was to a new school, so there was the excitement and fear of making new friends, and all that good stuff. I sat down in Geometry class Monday and thought to myself
"And nothing changes"
So maybe I was right.