Realism?

After much research and documentation of evidence, it would only be prudent for me to suffice that "Liar" by Built To Spill is definitively the BEST song to listen to while stoned in your pajamas on a Thursday afternoon in January. Actually, just any Built to Spill song works... they're fucking awesome.

So I've finally pinpointed one of the things that scares me the most about myself that I previously couldn't understand it fully enough to be able to give it a name. It basically amounts to the fact that I'm not sure if I can say with any real conviction or faith that I can really believe that there is any such thing as good or bad. (Pause)

All of the music that I really respond to is generally self deprecating and/or pessimistic, does that mean that I am the same way? I need to stop listening to Built To Spill right now. Now listening to Infest... lol, is that any better? Wow this one part makes me want to crush my skull into 7 thousand fucking pieces. Awesome. I think that the reason I named this blog Human Limitations is because maybe that's what I'm all about... trying to find out what is holding me back in my head from being the kind of person I want to be. I'm not really blaming any external forces here, just looking for what is wrong with my mindset that keeps me from being content? Wow, I'm pretty sure my entire outlook on things changes with whatever music I'm listening to. (Pause)

Apparently I have an unhealthy relationship with the internet. I have like miniature panic attacks if my internet doesnt work and shit. And I get WAY too involved in the websites that I puruse on a daily basis, which include punknews, the 315 board, facebook, lostpedia (NERD OUT) and bbc news. Notice how I didn't say EMAIL. Because the truth is that email kind of aggravates me. I hate having to sift through like 8 fucking billion emails every single day when it's more convenient if people just IM me or send me a message on facebook or something. Not to sound like a fucking stupid 15 year old girl, just talking about convenience. (Pause)

New Matt and Kim record fucking rules. Much room mosh.

In the daylight, anywhere feels like home...?

Who knows.

I keep meaning to continue playing Red Alert 3... I've just been doing other shit. And also, I figure I should leave some things for myself to do when I go back to school. Which would be like 3 days from now. Holy shit. That blows my mind... I had no idea I had such little time. That would make tomorrow that last possible day of employment for me. They'll probably call me tomorrow. That's okay though, I wanna work one last day and at least say goodbye to Laura and Cindy... cause they've both been really cool and I enjoyed working with them. (Pause)

FOLLOW THE SMOKE TO THE RIFF FILLED LAND
DROP OUT OF LIFE WITH BONG IN HAND

la la la make the best of it
take breaks on cloudy days?

I'm sorry I made you sit through this. It was an experiment I guess. I now am going to fill out a job application on the interwebs to try to get a job with the census over the summer so I can get paid mad chedda chedda. I seriously might write again later though. You're a cool guy, Mr. Blogspot.

Fuck the world.