I'm sick of not having money.

(Sorry for the hiatus, tumblr has stolen me)

So a few minutes I was told that I can't do driver's ed.
For the 3rd time.
Because my family has no money. My mom's car is fucked up, and she needs to pay the mortgage, my sister owes her school like 1000 dollars, and my dad...he's being David fucking Walker that's what he's doing. So, of course, Garrett gets the short end of the stick. As always. I should probably just accept that my family will always be in debt, and that we will never be able to afford anything ever.
I'm not going to learn to drive until I'm 18 when I don't even need to take Driver's Ed.
I'm going to go to community college.
I'm going to have to find a job within walking distance of my mom's house, because I'm going to end up living with her for the rest of my life.
The list goes on.

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.

747 Union Street, Apartment Two

I just spent my day packing
My entire room except my bedding has been locked in way in cardboard boxes.
And now what?
I get to move in a house.
Whoopee.
I'm sure you've told yourself "The recession doesn't effect me, the worst is far away."
If you know me, then it's close.
So, my landlord couldn't afford to pay their mortgage, which means we get kicked out because they're idiots. And now we're moving.
Somewhere that's not in the exact center of Manchester.
Somewhere that's not convenient for any form of walking.
Somewhere that's not enough of a change for it be exciting.
Just somewhere that keeps me from walking home, or to a friend's house, or anything else.

Well.

See ya later buddy.

Fashion

I went to Kohl's last night for long sleeved shirt, because I haven't bought any since eight grade. I walked in and was like "Is this what it's like when I make my sister come into gamestop with me?". I expected a decent variety in the kind of shirts, as in the patterns and the like. But no. You can choose from poser plaid, emo-wannabe skullz, or boring plain. And this one shirt that reminded me of Kenneth Fox. I'm not sure why, but I feel like I've seen him where the shirt before.

ANY WHO

I was honestly shocked. I just thought everyone wore plaid because it was cool, but apparently it's because you have no other choice. Which is weird, that something as simple as a plaid shirt can infect a store like Kohl's. Kohl's is not a store people go to be fashionable, it's a store people go to because you can get a week and a half worth of outfits for under $100 dollars.

So today, I walked into school expecting to berated "YOU CONFORMED!" "Why is Garrett wearing plaid?" "I'm judging you." But no, I got a few compliments, mostly from my fashion advisors, (briana wong and mary kate lang). Cam Boucher seemed to judge me a bit, but it's ok, because that's what hipsters do according to the internet.

So that's my day in fashion. I'm shocked I made no mention of Elections.

There's this one kid in my geometry class.

And he's kind of weird.

He's one of those people who you just kinda give that "ok..." look to, and continue your life, but it wasn't until yesterday that I realized how awesome this kid is. He brought a bottle of super glue to school, and after gluing his fingers together we had this conversation.

"Are you gluing a paperclip to your finger?"
"Not to my finger."
He puts the paper clip on a pencil.
"You're going to rule the world one day. You're going to be one of those people who we make fun of and laugh at, but in 20 years, you're going to rule the world. And it's going to be an awesome world."

The day before that he was battling himself in Magic The Gathering. He even explained to me how to play, and gave me a funny look when I mentioned Yu-Gi-Oh cards in 5th grade. I felt like it was the same look I give to people when they compare not crappy videogames to Call of Duty Modern Warfare. That, "You don't know enough about my hobby to pass judgement" look.

So this kid, whose name will be retained for privacy is a rather cool person. I feel like this kid is one of those people who lots of people call him weird, and let him pass, but really he's not a bad guy. I've had some nice conversations with the kid. And truthfully, he's a lot cooler than anyone who's judged him negatively.

So basically, what I'm saying here is that you shouldn't judge people by their cover. Get to know a person first.

I just wrote the worst Response Paper ever.

I'm not even posting it here.

It will sit on my computer and on Ms Sears desk for the rest of it's unnatural life.

And I listen to Justin Bieber as a reference for this paper.

I didn't enjoy that.

I'm going to bed now.

[EXPLETIVE]!

I forgot to make a cheat sheet for the World History essay tomorrow. [expletive].

I think my blog just jumped the shark.

Google it, it'll make more sense.

So I've made the observation that my blog posts are getting less deep, and more like everyone else's just random strings of thought. The PSAT booklet taught me how to use a colon, at least I think I used that right. I feel like a semicolon should have taken the place of that coma.

Where was I?

Oh.

Jumping the shark. Again, google it, I don't know if I'm going to use it in good context.

But yeah

I jumped the shark, so I feel like I should unjump it, get back to my deep and ranty roots. Or maybe that's what my new blog is for? I'll post a link in a second. I can't even keep my mind in this mood, in order to blog about my blog. I dunno. I'll try this one again later. Here's the link.



http://soapboxmetaphor.blogspot.com/

i just got called a hipster.

I frequent this videogame site, for reviews and the like, and every now and then I find my on to the forum section. In a topic asking you to describe your "scene" I described myself, only to be called a hipster. Complete with a link to "The Hipster Song" (I commented on it, so it should be on my facebook wall. That or google it, it'll probably come up). After watching the video I realized, technically speaking, that my ideal "cool" is a hipster, with only a few exceptions. It was actually pretty funny.

What else can I ramble about?

I'm wearing my snuggie again, I think it's grown on me (read the next post if you haven't already for more on that subject). It's weird how the posts are in reverse order, but it also makes sense, if I already read the rest of your blog I don't want to sift through it to get to the end, but if I'm new to it I'd probably want to read it from the beginning, or at least read sections in order.

I'm watching the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. I thought that show was canceled.

My birthday is in ten days.

Fallout: New Vegas in thirteen.

Is it sad that I'm more excited for my a videogame than my sixteenth birthday? I mean, this game is going to be great, but nothing fancy is going to happen on my birthday. The day after I'm going homecoming with someone who likes someone else...

Why do girls come to me with their venting?

Usually I don't care, but every now and then it bugs me. Then I get to pretend to not be effected by whatever they told me. I've had quite a few very interesting conversations...

I should probably stop now, or change the subject.

Blogging in a Snuggie

So, for Christmas Joey Cote's mom gave my family a snuggie, and I haven't really used it. But today I left my sweater at school, so in my coldness I was forced to dawn the snuggie. I must say it's actually comfy. It looked thin, and not warm, but it actually is.
And it's Zebra print.

Now I'm having a conversation with one Gen Santiago about taking a break from life. Which brings up the question, what would we do if we did take a break from life? She says life would just go on pause, but then that would either be really boring or you wouldn't recognize that there was a pause. I like the thought that you would leave your body, and go to a place of perfection. Mine would probably be filled with calming music, and a guitar for me to play along. And of course I would know how to play every song. The playlist would probably consist of Jack Johnson, Jeremy Messersmith,(who I just discovered, he's pretty awesome) and with a bit of the more soothing Black Keys and Weezer. If for any reason you don't know any of those musicians you need to go search them. Like. Now. Don't even keep reading. Well, read for suggestions on what to look for.

Breakdown- Jack Johnson
A Boy, a Girl, and a Graveyard- Jeremy Messersmith
These Days- The Black Keys
Butterfly-Weezer.

Actually, on second though, I've liked every Jeremy Messersmith song I've heard so far. And it's really hard to find a jack johnson song I don't like (I'm looking at you, Mediocre Bad Guys). The same goes with the Black Keys (You disappoint me, Black Mud). As for Weezer, that's a completely different story. Rivers Cuomo isn't the greatest of singers, so I have to find ones that the music and lyrics are good enough to overcome that. They're still a pretty awesome band.

GOD DAMN YOU HALF JAPANESE GIRLS.

Tracey Crain introduced me to the White Stripes. They're pretty cool. The above was not a White Stripes song, that's a Weezer song. El Scorcho. AI CARUMBA! That's probably not how it's spelled but oh well.

Uhm.

Am I done rambling?

Jeremy Messersmith likes capo in the third fret.

I think I'm done rambling now.

I'll meet you in virginia.
The only place for broken hearted lovers.
I'll meet you in virginia
The only place made for starting over.

I need to go and buy this album.

My minority complex is dropping by. I wonder if it can stay for dinner.

I'm listening to Zane McNois/McDanielle on the radio.
I know this person.
And his music is good enough to be on the radio.
And Cam Boucher is recording something.
And Kenneth Fox has his thing on Band Camp.
And I've got a guitar.
And a trombone (kind of...)
And a harmonica.
And not enough talent to do anything with any of it.

I'm decent at the guitar, and I'm shit at the trombone, and I can play when the saints come marching in on the harmonica. I'm a musical genius aren't I?

I guess I'm being a bit hypocritical, I just comment on Mary Kate Lang's blog post saying she should be less negative, now as I listen to Zane's awesomeness take form I'm thinking "Why can't I be like that? Why can't I find the effort to apply myself?" these thoughts are always followed by thoughts of "If I'm not particularly good at anything how am I going to get into a good college?" I not even all that great at video games. That's my talent, playing videogames, and I'm not even to great at that. I get mopped on the scoreboards. I'm decent at the guitar, I can play it with fair decency, but I'm not GREAT. And I can't sing, so I can' just sit down and record stuff. I've written songs, with different parts, all guitar parts, but when I try to record it it just sounds bad...like...discouragingly bad. Then I put my guitar away, and crawl back to get my ass handed to me by some drugged up 13 year old with a potty mouth from Chicago with a voice higher than the sun. Their gamertag is probably something along the lines of Bx0x0xMxHx3xAxDxSxHx0xTx because they think it's cool. Oh, and apparently my mother gets around a lot, (that was sarcasm mom, I meant the people on xbox live insult my mom a lot).

I have nothing else going for me, I get decent grades. MY MOM SIGNED A PAPER SAYING I COULD TAKE LEVEL 4 ENGLISH. Ms Sears speech about how she read all of our stuff and we're "level 4 material".

Yep.

Doesn't apply to me.

At all.

Zane is currently screaming something at me.

It's rather intimidating.

At least my mom thinks I'm cool.

...

I hope.

Response Papers

They're really fun to write.
i just wrote one, and it's pretty awesome. I want her to read it, but in case she doesn't I posted it on my tumblr. Anonymity is for the weak.

woatb.tumblr.com

You should click that.

http://action.theeca.com/t/2858/tellafriend.jsp?tell_a_friend_KEY=2999

http://action.theeca.com/t/2858/tellafriend.jsp?tell_a_friend_KEY=2999

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I am so fucking conceited

I don't know where it came from.

Where it started.

Or how it started.

But I'm pretty fucking conceited, if you didn't already notice.

So I've devoted the next 10-20 minutes to figuring out why this is so, using what Ms Nault would call "mental diarrhea," or whatever she calls it.

I have a pretty huge minority complex.

Maybe I cover it up with a shit ton of sarcasm and narcissism?

Maybe not.

I don't know.

But not I'm watching Chuck, and I really don't feel like looking too deeply into this.

Leave it to be said that I am really fucking conceited, and feel like using bad words.

(Thank to one Miss Mary Kate Lang for pointing out my spelling mistake)

You know those people who shouldn't exist?

If you don't, you can find one at school tomorrow.

They generally wear skinny jeans around their knees.
Most often they they're hair is jelled into some sort of spikes or similar formation.
They may or may not be wearing a flannel shirt.
They are probably a minority.
If they are not they wish they were.
If they are, they're a painful stereotype, and their fellow minorities hate them.

Oh.
Guess what.
I hate them.

They're usually not even really mean. Just...annoying. And serve no purpose in life but to push how cool they think they think they are.

But you're not, and it's funny how you think you are.

I'd actually almost wish they were mean. At least at then you could tell a teacher or something, but technically they're just LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS. AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, BECAUSE THEY LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE FRIENDS WHO'LL HURT YOU.

But that's prejudice.

That's enough for tonight.

Opinions

Today was the third day in a row someone told me my opinion were wrong, excessive, or unamerican.

If it has answers it's not a survey, we call those tests, whether they're graded of not.
Just because I don't like something you like doesn't mean we need to raise our voices and use bad words.
Just because I think commemorating Nine Eleven isn't necessary anymore doesn't mean I'm not american, (read my tumblr for more info on that one, it explains it)

So what have we learned? Friendly debates are fun, going back and forth on usually unimportant things. That's fine.
Calling my opinions excessive, because I life different videogames than you, I'm pretty sure you're the excessive ones.
Believing that letting the family members of Nine Eleven casualties to live in peace, that's about as american as it gets-Privacy.

I'm done now.