I have a severe case of the late-night gigglies.

Not to sound shallow, but girls are definitely the most beautiful things on this earth. Like, damn. Everything about them.
Women are the sensible and composed, the aesthetic and graceful gender whom oppose and counter the ludicrous and impulsive operation that is manhood. (Although sometimes they go completely crazy and/or make little sense.)
Its funny how they fit together. Like a puzzle. Yeah. So, girls fuckin' rock.
Attention Deficit Disorder. Said with a french accent, sans deodorant.
I want to swim. Swimming is fun. Mom won't let me renew my YMCA membership. I have issues with this.
Attention Deficit Disorder Moment II.
What the fuck is with people who are proud of their ridiculous drug-ridden activities? Sorry, but posting on facebook that you are "sooooo fuckedd upp" is stupid. If you're that attention starved that you feel the need to post the illegal activities in which you participate on facebook, well, I hate to break it to you, but that won't get the attention you want either. Sorry. I have no issue with the drugs or alchohol themselves, its just that those things certainly don't make you cool. They aren't something to brag about. Sorry to bruise your ever so delicate ego.
Attention whores.
HAHA.

The Combover.

AAh. The combover. What a fucking hair-do.
I do not understand this haircut at all. What is it? Is it hair or wig? Almost both.
More than that, I do not understand the person who wears a combover, or why.
If one is going bald, can they not accept that hair does not grow there? Why would one pull that wispy bit of hair from the other side of their head over that area to make it seem like hair is there?
The worst part is when you see a guy with a combover in the pool. With that wispy bit of shitty ass hair trailing along behind. Like swimming with yarn taped to your head. Or, alternately, like swimming with something dead stuck to it.
Face it. That wispy shit you pull over your immense bald spot looks worse than your head. Shave the whole thing so you look like a fucking man, or like. I have no words, what the fuck are you thinking when you comb over that shit?

Thinking About The Future (My apologies for the esotericism.)

I am troubled by the idea of music school. One side of me makes the intuitive choice; If one devotes their life to music enough to spend all that money and time to go and learn about music at a prestigious music college, how can they fail in the music business? Then, I think about it, and I know from experience; I would much rather play music than study it. Don't get me wrong, it certainly pays to know what you're talking about, musically, but there's only so much you need as far as practical and efficient application goes. (Now, I'm not talking about something like classical musicianship, or composing, etc. where the more you know, the better you can do-what I'm thinking about is pertinent to popular music, or rock music, or something of the genre.) See, if you go to college for music, you can certainly get a job in the music business. However, in no way does this in any way guarantee success. One might go into Berklee planning to be a touring, recording musician, record a demo, and find that they're stuck teaching the recorder to boogery 3rd graders for the rest of their life. There's nothing wrong with that, if that's okay with you, but sorry. It's definitely not what I want to do with my life.
Like, look. Going to music school is in no way a ticket to success in the music business. And that's what I think people don't get. There is no "right way." Nothing works every time. You look at a guy like Steve Vai who went to Berklee and he made it? 99% Luck. Cause I've listened to random no-name Berklee guitarists, and they're good, no question about it. But does what they play sound good? Will it make them sucessful? Not neccessarily. One Berklee grad who will remain unnamed recently handed me a CD of his music, and quite frankly, it sucks.

Bluntly put, music school won't nessecarily make you sound good, nor will anything else. It can, but its a $160,000 hit or miss.
See, I would much rather play music than study it. I only need to know so much. And I think if I just devoted all of my time to playing music, to writing music, to learning whatever I want to learn as it comes instead of learning in a curriculum, I could be much more productive, and thus successful.
A school is not particularly inspiring. I feel that to get raw and creative juices, it has to be the raw and unalthered you, not the you confined by rules.
Hey, I'll do whatever I have to. To be a musician is what I want most in the world.