My mom came into my room last night to find me looking through my window at the stars.
For whatever reason, I had decided that that night was a good night to stargaze. The sky was exceptionally pretty. Also, space is cool.
Like, really cool.
Space deserves some sunglasses or a leather jacket.
With my phone in my hand and my earbuds quietly playing Arctic Monkeys albums, I turned to her and said something along the lines of, “Space is really cool, you know? It’s like we’re all just meaningless pieces of dust floating through the galaxy. But, strangely enough, that makes me feel like I’m part of something bigger than myself.”
Naturally, like any parent would, she immediately asked if I was okay. I told her that I was.
And the thing is, I was okay. I just think that, sometimes, I just try to act like I’m not. It could be stress relief, or I could you be, you know, a teenager.
"Mom, I’m so broody. You don’t UNDERSTAND ME. SPACE UNDERSTANDS ME.
I mean, I realize that space is technically nothing. You know, ‘space.’ Nonetheless, SPACE UNDERSTANDS ME.
Oh, you’re going to bed? Okay. Goodnight! Love you!”
I’d like to take this time to talk about the events that happened on my birthday.
But Finn, your birthday was literally one week ago!
Thank you for your input, omniscient representation of my audience, but this isn’t your blog.
So, my birthday was pretty great. To start things off, I received quite a few cards in the mail (most of which contained money). Then, on the morning of my birthday, my parents woke me up by loudly singing Happy Birthday to me through my door. My dad ended the song with a resounding “Get the hell out of beeeeeeeeeeeeed.”
I then came downstairs to find two donuts, a new pair of sunglasses, a three-pound bag of gummy bears, and a bag filled with three books.
In the words of Ice Cube (kinda), “I gotta say, [Finn’s birthday] was a good day.”
I then hung out with my lady-friend, Aurora, for the better portion of the afternoon.
10 out of 10. Would have my birthday again next year.
My school’s Broadcast class has truly been an interesting journey. I signed up for it in seventh grade, but I really didn’t know what I was getting into at the time. It’s esentially the most stressful class I’ve ever been in.
For example, we had a bit of a meltdown this morning when the laptop that runs the teleprompter software wouldn’t start. After an intense session of praying to the gods of Windows 7, we decided that it was useless. We then unplugged the laptop entirely, dragged it out of the room, and dragged in an iMac. We then had to set the iMac up with the day’s script.
I’m really suprised that no one had a panic attack during all of that, because it all happend seven minutes before we went live. Do you know how difficult it is to move an iMac in seven minutes?
And I do this for FUN.
Yes, I said it: I do this for fun. Esentially, I’m Spongebob, while Mrs. Bryson (the Broadcast teacher) is Mr. Krabs. I don’t get paid, but I show up to work with a smile anyway.
The start of the second semester hasn’t been as jarring as I originally thought it would be. This is probably due to the fact that I only have one new class: Washington State History.
All of the kids from my Skills for Life class (that’s what they call health class in Sumner) were picked up and plopped right into Washington State History. Good deal, if you ask me.
I got out of taking PE in the second semester due to the fact that I’m taking two year-long encore classes (Broadcast and Band). I always assumed that it was required by law to take PE. Apparently, all it takes is a parent signature.
And a lie about a serious medical condition.
But I DO like to gloat about skipping PE a lot.
No one likes me when I do that.
I don’t know about any of you, but my morning was pretty great.
I woke up at 1 AM (again). Upon realizing that this was an unreasonable hour to be awake, I went to sleep, waking up again at 7 AM.
I then decided to take a walk. And by “walk,” I really mean “Huge trip across town to get so much candy that I’ll have to empty out my school backpack and take it with me to carry it all.”
In total, that’s a 3-pound bag of Haribo gummy bears (which I later realized that, due to the metal in my mouth, I’m not supposed to eat. I’m eating them anyway ‘cuz I’m a rebel), 4 “Giant” Hershey’s bars, and a 1-liter of Coca-Cola.
I regret nothing.
Okay, I’m a little sick. I regret that.
I woke up this morning at around 1:00 AM to the sound of violent rainfall and thunder. Washington probably thinks it’s so cool with its rainfall and thunder. I just thinks it’s SO edgy! Is this what it wants?! My sarcasm?!
Of course, as soon as it stopped raining, I got ready to go outside. And what happened right as I finished getting dressed? Violent rainfall!
So, basically, I can only describe the weather today as, “Bleh.” Or maybe it would be better described as, “Ugh.” Either way, it’s deplorable.
I’ve been home alone since early morning, and I’ve spent the majority of my day listening to Indie Rock and browsing Imgur.
I give this day a 7/10 so far, despite the rain.
Hello, Imaginary Audience! Long time no see.
Actually, never mind. I’m not even going to pretend that I don’t neglect this blog. I don’t write here very often, and when I do, I’m in a very sleep deprived state (in other words, right now.) Although, I should really start writing here again. How else am I going to retire into luxury on a throne built entirely of Google AdSense dollars?
At this point in my life, I don’t really know what I’m doing. I don’t know where my life is going. All I know is that I’m going somewhere. I’ll just have to wait and see where that somewhere takes me.
A majority of my time is spent playing video games with a group of online friends and making old movie references that only the 20-something-year-old leader of the group understands. For example, "All talk and no games makes Finn a dull boy."
That’s a pretty… shining quote, wouldn’t you say? Heh? Heh? HEH?!
I usually end up stumbling into bed in the early hours of the morning. I might go to sleep at 11 PM if I’m not feeling very dangerous.
'Cuz, you know, I'm a bad boy and all. I have a computer and some video games and… no? I have misinterpreted what “bad boy” means in the minds of my generation's teenagers? Oh. I see.
I still have a computer and video games. Now that I’ve announced that to the world I expect women to be lining up at my door aaaaaaany second now.
Also, I don’t really know what I’m going to do in terms of a career path (or life goals and motivation, for that matter.) I’d much rather work from home than have to drive somewhere every day. I have two main reasons for this:
Like I said, I’m going somewhere. Where that somewhere is? Hell, I don’t know. I’m blogging to an Imaginary Audience! You can’t expect me to know what I’m doing with anything, let alone the direction of my life and where I’ll be in the future!
You’re killin’ me, Smalls!
What are the odds of sitting across from someone on the train VIOLENTLY chewing gum both on the ride in and on the ride home today? I thought the dude this morning was bad, but he’s got nothing on this afternoon’s open-mouthed bubble blower. She’s a cartoon.
And this is supposed to be less stressful than sitting in rush hour traffic how? Cuz I’m about ready to choke a beotch.
Or ask her for some gum. Because it’s clearly delicious.
My mother, everybody.