Well, this is a first..

Actually, it’s THE first. A socalled “blog” with random crap.

I’ve been sick the last week. Sick as in coughing my lungs to a knot. Knot. Not pleasant. This has made me stay away from school. Can I call it a school? It’s a University. Quite a big one as well, I might add. With a lot of pretentious people, trying to be smarter than they are, and a lot of people being smarter than they seem. For me? Well, I guess I’m somewhere in the middle. As I normally am. A random anywhos kid that won’t turn any heads for years to come. I’ve always somewhat seen up to the non-conformists, the ones that dress differently to show that they’re not like any one else. They dare to be different. But then again, they are like anyone else. Different like anyone else. There’s this hate-on-an-emo-song, “I’m such an emo” (Youtube it, I can’t be bothered), which has this line:

“You’d be non-conforming too, if you looked just like me”

That’s quite true. Almost all of these little emo brats wear the same kind of clothes, from most the same stores. I can’t understand how their own lack of ironic distance to themselves don’t smack them in their narcisistic little heads, and make them implode on the spot. It’s a bit like the story of the big-mouthed frog that is wagered into trying to eat himself, and manages, making himself disappear. And the world is ok with that, because the big-mouthed frog was, well, yeah, big-mouthed. Not to mention small-brained.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s apathy. And if there’s one thing I hate more, it’s apathy made to look like an ideology. Organized apathy, oh God, why?! This is sort of how I think of these emo-clad, narcissistic little sons (and daughters) of bitches. Just too bad that they’re so cute (mostly their daugthers, but I’m not ruling out the sons either). I mean, I could take any of these 15 to 20-year old blackly dressed females home anyday. Or night.

But back to the point. If there is one. A point that is. I’m awake. And it’s late. Well, technically speaking, it’s early, as it’s half past seven in the morning. Crap, the backside of staying up all night, until morning just happened. People are starting to log on to their computers again. MSN is not good for you, *invisible*. People are waking up to yet another day of the exact same thing as they did yesterday. Groundhogs, anyone?

Hum? Oh yeah! The point? I’m up “early”. And for what reason? Well, does it have to be a reason? Time is an illusion, lunch time doubly so. They say we are free. Well, my head tells me that I shouldn’t stay up at these hours, but why not? This is not me thinking, this is an unwritten law, so to speak. Why can’t people sleep in the daytime, and be awake at night? Well, they couldn’t buy things at the supermarket, for instance! Well, that’s my point, isn’t it? Most shops aren’t open at night, because no people are up at those hours. We live in a free land, where you can’t do anything at night because nothing is allowed to be awake. It’s “natural” to sleep at night, so everyone sleeps. Well, fuck “natural”, nothing is “natural” anymore. Even I’m not natural. Fuck, a socialist being like myself is angry because a need, planted in him by commercialism, is not possible during the night. Free land, fuck my babies.. Nothing is free. If we are so free, then why am I broke? Not even women are free, they’re just cheap. Fuck women. Yeah, you heard me. Fuck women! I wish.. I should be gay, but then again, men are probably worse. Simpler, but worse.

Crap, I’m hungry. I need some breakfast. It’s a quarter to.. wait, breakfast? There it is again! My head presuming that early in the morning, you eat breakfast. This isn’t breakfast. I’ve been awake since seven in the afternoon, and I haven’t eaten anything. I haven’t had the yesterdays breakfast and I haven’t had yesterdays dinner. I need a meal. And this is natural. Meals help you survive. I suspect this will not be a happy meal.. since the shop is now open and I don’t need to attend a McDonalds. Haha, a joke. Mhh, hungry now.

To be continued..