A story idea!

The future:
!Fluorescent paint and see-through clothing are in!
Parties are life! Pink is the new black!, Ecstasy is the new pot! Don't be caught dead without your scooter modded, and shinto has washed the masses with incense and mock-shrines. Hip-hop and electronica make love to reggae and industrial music in a godly, bizarre sort of somethingorother. Radiohead and Nine Inch Nails are the gods of today.

The story:
The travels and times of a band !THE WAR ON DRUGS!, as narrated by an immortal robot Bren who is quite glad he's not human...

The characters:

A boy,
with pink hair and a scooter doodled over in sharpie, eternally bubbling over with enthusiasm, rebellion, never-seriousness! Accepting, warm, softspoken, narcissistic, impulsive; decides to tour the country with a guitar and his best friend after he gets out of high school. ENFP.

His best friend,
a girl who wears fluorescent devil horns, rides a pink scooter with Marilyn Monroe's face on it, plays a red devil sort of guitar. The world is beautiful, everyone! And she secretly likes him, but, of course, he has a girlfriend... ISFP.

The girl's childhood friend,
whom the guy invites on the trip, despite never getting along with him. Bold, raucious, chill. He drums, with a kabuki mask. Rarely, if ever, serious. Just here for the good time. ESTP.

A robot they meet in a restaurant,
who has a passion for 7/4 and 5/4 timing and synthesizers. Plays the bass, wears a nail-studded Mickey Mouse hat and WAR glasses. Silent, blunt, chill. The band's music turns into something a bit odd under his direction. Smokes when upset. Thinks the band completely blows without his own ideas. Usually right. Fragile, INTP.

A pet street guitarist they adopt,
a sort of mother-figure, counselor, amazing cook to whom the ESTP gets quite attached... They leave him in Seattle with some money college for one night. He writes great lyrics, and he cringes at the band's love for vulgarity and shock theatre. Wishes he was a ghost sometimes. A saintly sort of INFJ.

An idea is born!,
Fight for air!
Don't die so soon!

And also my writing sucks these days.
I wonder....
Terminal Man.

"BUT INSIDE YOUR HEART IT IS BLACK AND IT'S HOLLOW AND IT'S COLD!"

I love that line. It feels like a Godamount of emptiness and angriness, all built up in a mess of tangled wires and confusion and screaming.

"But inside your heart it is BLACK AND IT'S HOLLOW AND IT'S COLD!" See, I can't even write it in lowercase letters. It's angry, and it wants something to fill it all up again. I want something amazing to appear.

It's dinnertime, or close, anyway.
A Nine Inch Nails cover band, a comic, and something else, I think... The Floor is Lava is a great game. Seesaws are godly. The people here are all so amazing, and sometimes I'm more amazing, and other times I'm just a little lower than them all, but they're all very amazing.

"BUT INSIDE YOUR HEART IT IS DARK AND IT'S HOLLOW AND IT'S COLD!"
"BUT INSIDE YOUR HEART IT IS DARK AND IT'S HOLLOW AND IT'S COLD!"
"BUT INSIDE YOUR HEART IT IS DARK AND IT'S HOLLOW AND IT'S COLD!"
"BUT INSIDE YOUR HEART IT IS DARK AND IT'S HOLLOW AND IT'S COLD!"
"BUT INSIDE YOUR HEART IT IS DARK AND IT'S HOLLOW AND IT'S COLD!"
Like, there's not much love.
It's like some sort of empty beehive, waxy and gross.

The Downward Spiral

I love that album.
This might be the only unique thing to come out of the 80's. Alright, I'm kidding. There's stuff like Front 242 and then there's stuff like Appetite for Destruction that I really can't say is bad,

But this album,
Wow.
No, seriously, it's up there with Dark Side.
It's up there with The Little Prince, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Catcher in the Rye, and I have horrible taste in books.







I was reading Night the other night.
I thought, this book doesn't move me at all, and it should. Alright, that violin scene had me shed a few tears, but apart from that...
Music doesn't move me the way it should.
My love life, my friends, it's all so much better in my head. Reality never quite measures up.
Everything is in my head these days. "Life is but a dream," from an Aria ad.
Hmmmmm? Maybe I'm just a narcissist. Maybe that's why I'm here, blogging about it, right?
Lalalalalaaaaa....

But the world really is beautiful.
Remember that.
When people are mean to you, or maybe when you're mean to yourself, you can look up to the sky and see a contrail just drifting and perhaps that's how you feel. I have no idea. It never quite works for me, and I go home and play grunge, which never quite works either.
So then I just sleep for hours and maybe dream about what could have been.

But on a side note, grunge is amazing.
It's music that speaks to me. Like that other stuff, psychedelia, industrial, hip-hop, dance, whatever music I'm in love with, it's so fake... it takes tons of money and production and time...
I mean, I'm satisfied wiht the results, yeah, just...
Grunge is raw. You site down after a stressful day, put the amp all the way up, play your fucking brains out,

"TO HELL WITH THIS WORLD! TO HELL WITH EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING! I WISH I COULD DISAPPEAR! WHY CAN'T IT ALL WORK OUT?"

and you mean it, and you lose yourself until the moment you decide to open your eyes again.

Speaking of which, read Solanin.
I mean that.
Read it. Finish it.
It's one of the few good things I've found...
The girl, the guys, I just think they're such real characters, and the stuff they do is so cute sometimes, like the mailbox guy and the frog thing... Yaaaaaay!

Why am I bolding the first sentence of every paragraph? :P

Hey, I had this big project today. Actually 5. It's that time of the month again... I never start my projects until the day before they're due. God, I'm stressed like you have no idea what.

But back to manga. We lolicons have this negative association with us these days, like we're pedophiles or something. Even if that's what we are, most of us are too introverted, closety, munching on Pocky (which really is overrated) kinda guys to really do much.
>.< <---aaaaaaaa cute! But hey, I haven't touched it in a while, actually. I don't want to be arrested like that Handley guy.

That loli clock that this girl reviewed that I originally found on Sankaku (godly site :o) really is quite cute...
^ - ^

Yaaaay! I'm in love with cute stuffs! I drew eyes on a balloon yesterday and made him into a seal (or maybe a neon-colored boob if you squeeze all the water to this one side...). He was kinda leaking at first, out of his nose, so I went around giving these seal kisses to everyone! He's alright now, for some reason. I left him in a cup overnight, so I guess he recovered!

Hey, I'll post a pic if I ever remember, alright?

What was I on about originally? TDS... Riiiight.
Hey, Trent's so hot, you have no idea... like those other guys, Pete Wentz, Matt Bellamy, whateverrrr... Trent, he's got that serious, sad look in his eyes, that tall face, that seriously sweet hair that he HAD TO CUT. (see the pics?)
And alas, he has lost his awesomeness.


Unlike Kurt, who remains amazing and godly.

His early stuff was great. What happened to stuff like TDS and Pretty Hate Machine? It's like his ideas went away with his hair... so sad... T-T <---see, those sad smileys don't work with this font... Hey, whatever, I'm about done ranting. It's almost 12, and i haven't touched my chem in a while... Oh, one last thing. I wish I was a girl.......................... Even more, I wish everyone was all equally nice and loving................... I'm so jealous of everyone all the time SO JEALOUS AAAAAAAA........ Hmmmm, whatever, back to chem, la di laaaa.

And one other last thing:
That black guy has some amazing wall-flipping skills ;P