- so i saw this guy yesterday, and i'm sure you've all experienced what i did at the time. i couldn't stop staring. now before you go getting ideas, you should know that it wasn't in a good way, although i can't deny the fact that i got some enjoyment out of it. he was definitely an emo dude, and was probably one of the most ridiculous people i'd ever seen. skinny jeans and tight shirt, piercings, makeup and hairstyles that would make my grandma faint, the gloomy looks of a masochist and fake suicidal thoughts, even the trademark black aura that drifts oh, wait! it's just all the black they're wearing. my mistake. if you can't tell, i'm not now nor have i ever been a fan of the emo movement. however, it does produce some pretty rockin awesome stuff. for instance, tickle me emo - i almost wish i'd had one when i was a sweet and innocent child - and this song. has anyone heard this joke before? well, here it is anyways. how many emo kids does it take to screw in a lightbulb? four. one to update his facebook status about it, one to replace it, and two to write a poem about how much they miss the dark.
- the point of putting your ipod/zune/whatever you have on shuffle = getting random songs. isn't it sort of counter productive that my ipod has a weird obsession with hollywood undead's this love, this hate, green day's when i come around and every song from the lord of the rings soundtracks? meaning "these songs are practically the only ones played for the first 50 songs. every time".
- dear BYU,
you are sucking out my soul, chewing it up, and spitting it back at me in little shreds. i don't think it's going to work out between us. it's not you, it's me. really.
love, brett
- are horrendously large bruises supposed to be numb for days on end? please discuss and return for collaboration.
