It's not even a metaphor this time

There's been a plane crash outside of Buffalo. Apparently it crashed into a house and like 50 people died. It's like international news now, and on the front page of all of the news sites. Fucking crazy. It sucks to admit but I'm so indifferent to any event that happens. To me, its like... 50 people died today in an airplane crash... but thousands upon thousands die everyday of hunger, and not that many people are freaking out over that, although they obviously should be... seeing as its something we actually can somewhat control. I'm still probably an asshole, but it looks like everyone else is too.

I exist in a nation of assholes, and I'm one of them.

The most influential band in my life reunited recently. I'm fucking excited. People will try to be all super punx about it, but I guarantee that a good 60% of people who listen to punk rock/hardcore/indie/whatever music would not have discovered any of it if it weren't for Blink-182. Dude Ranch is the best record ever made, no joke.



I actually have been trying really hard to do well in school. I'm kind of thinking about possibly trying to be a teacher or something. Like I can't really think think of any "profession" that I'd want to really get involved with, and I figure teaching might be kinda cool until I figure something else out. I mean I can't really be a philosopher for a living. Don't get me wrong, that would be epic as hell... I could wear a sweet wig. But what color? Or should I just go bald? Oh wait... I already am. Whatever, fuck it. I'm the new John Locke motherfucker!



I'm going to London in a month. Weird.

Peace.