To be honest, I’m not really sure what the hell I am doing right now. Seriously, I’m not. There’s a thousand – or not – other things I could be doing right now. I could be writing the script for my film, I could be writing that Jeff the Killer fan novel (because almost all of my fanfictions end up being over 20 chapters), or I could be drawing right now. Hell, I could even be watching My Little Pony right now.
And yet, even though I have that “fabulous” list of things I could be doing, I still lack the inspiration to do any of them.
Generally, in these downtimes of “omfg what the flying frack am I doing with my life”, I get on Tumblr, stalk various people, reblog crap like crazy, or just sit there and laugh. However, I have reached the hourly/daily/weekly reblog limit.
WHAT THE HELL AM I EXPECTED DO WITH MY LIFE NOW?!?!
I am having a mental breakdown. I don’t know what the hell to do with myself. How will I ever live on? I can’t look at my iPod without immediately touching the Tumblr icon
or playing some Japanese dating sim, what am I expected to do? Just sit there and listen to music?! Go watch something on Netflix? Surf the internet? Look at Goth clothes and My Little Pony gear? Read creepypasta? What. Do. You. Expect. Me. To. Do?
Go outside? I do that a lot, actually. To tell the truth, I could probably outrun every member of my family and then some.
Make friends? The last friend I made treated me like crap when I was worried about him and then never talked to me again. I am done with friendships.
Read? All my books are packed with the rest of my belongings, prepared for the move, and my iPod is filled with
dating sims apps and music, thus, I can’t – nor do I feel like – downloading the Kindle app.
So, smart guy, what other suggestions have you for me? None?
Anyway, there really is no point for this blog post. It is random and pointless; it is just me looking for something to talk about in the midst of having nothing to talk about. It’s like a double-edged sword of stupidity, a Wii without a remote, A Playstation without a TV pluggy-inny-thingy, A doll without a body, a pencil without led (which is basically a really sharp, splintering stake, when you think about it), or a bra without breasts. It serves no purpose and gives no fulfillment or pleasure to it’s user. It’s nothing.
Did I lose you yet?
Good, very, very good…
But, even then, everything has a purpose.Whether you want to kill yourself and buddy with that double-edged sword of stupidity, follow the dancers on the screen in Just Dance but not earn any points (or just bang the Wii over your head like a caveman looking for fire, yelling “GIMME DAT REMOTE, WII! Y U NO GIVE ME DAT REMOTE?!?!”), pretend your making a slutty-devil chick in SR4’s Inauguration Station, turn a doll’s head into a pencil sharpener, which you can then use to sharped your concealed pencil-weapon(!), or you could always put the bra over your own moobs and fondle them, imagining that hot chick from that Emo blog who is probably fourteen. What I mean to say is that not everything is pointless and without purpose. Everything has a purpose. Whether it’s that annoying spotted bulldog that always takes a piss on your Dad’s lawn, or that creepy lady who hangs out at the walmart and stares at your “junk” as you walk her by, everything has a purpose.
This blog post has a purpose.
Do you know what it’s purpose was?
It’s purpose was to make you read it, and to you make you witness that horrible picture of a hairy Asian man in a teenage girl’s bra (how he got that, I really don’t want to know).
So, this blog post has acheived it’s purpose, it’s focus in life, and now it must go into crystal-stasis for the next 500 years before awakening to a world where there is thirteen days left to live and THE CUTIE YOU SHIPPED IT WITH WILL BE FOURTEEN-FRACKING-YEARS OLD AGAIN BECAUSE IT’S GOD-FRACKING STUPID CREATOR DECIDED THAT WAS A GOD-FRACKING GOOD IDEA WHEN IT SURE AS FRACKING HELL WAS. NOT.
*runs away crying*