I'm too lazy to write, so instead here's a video of me being a jackass!

why write intelligent, meaningful things when you can hula hoop instead?

NO BUT SERIOUSLY

sometimes i wake up, look around, stop for a second - and suddenly realize that i'm 22, semi-employed at best, not nearly as talented or accomplished as a lot of my friends...or worst of all: that i might never get any of the things i've spent years working towards, done. or worse, that i'll fuck them up. cause i've wasted a lot of time, and regret a lot of my past...and worry about doing the same 10, 20, 30 (!?) years from now. (which is a total fucking waste of time, btw)

i dunno...i guess i just always assumed i'd be smarter, happier, and definitely way more successful by now. or at least better at the things i do...or doing more things, period.

i guess thats just one of those things i forgot to do. i'm always forgetting shit, it's kinda retarded.

but from now on it's #1 on the to-do list. the one i haven't started. yet.

...ah fuck it, i'll do it tomorrow.  

INSPIRATIONAL RAINBOWY UNICORNS!

whoa, but now that i think of it, by spacing out my sentences 

                              like this

i can make anything
                                      look
                                                 like
                                                 really, really shitty poetry.

                                                                                ...like seriously the shittiest poetry ever.

i thought writing this would be really emotional, but

i hit the 'enter' key by accident and

                                                                            (now this is happening)

                                      its so rad,
when the glass really does end up half full

                                     and suddenly you're all like: 

  "...hey people that write poems

                                                     are the shittiest people on earth...

  so, yo, like, seriously :

             fuck poems 
                                        'n shit,                        

 cause they totally, like,
             (suck balls)
                   
                           




                                                                                 or whatever..."

NEW/OLD





COMING SOON: THIS BLOG.



A PLACE FOR ME TO:

1) GET YOU STOKED ON STUFF I DO (guitar & music-related stuff: writing, posters, shows, etc..)

2) WRITE ABOUT STUFF I AM STOKED ON.

SO HOLD YER HORSES. THINGS WILL BE UP AND RUNNING IN NO TIME!

For now, here's a couple more links to my writing & junk from the past year or so...

NOVELTY BLANKET REVLOLUTION?!

SUGAR AND SPICE/Peter Jensen 2011 Collection

M.I.A Sort Of Gets A "Sorry"

THE QUEEN IS DEAD, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN

  

ALEX AND ELI MAKE SUITS/SS '10 Collection 

FREE FALLIN'

Hearty Presents: Ten Reasons Betty White Should Tweet




...And of course, you can find me on Facebook and Twitter.



(HALF)WHITE HATE

1/2 white, 1/2 Korean dude on the Korean attitude towards interracial relationships:

"Their children were shunned as “twigi,” a term once reserved for animal hybrids, said Bae Gee-cheol, 53, whose mother was expelled from her family after she gave birth to him"

SOME SUPER FUN FACTS ABOUT KOREAN RACISM:

• It's illegal to join the military in Korea if you're racially mixed.

• In North Korea it is law that women must get an abortion if the fetus is/might be mixed

WHOA!!!! Extreme.

Koreans are giant assholes when it comes to race. Being mixed is pretty much the grossest thing ever to them, and my parents actually left because they wanted a kid, but not in a country where it'd be illegal for it to go to school (true fact!). I think the Korean side of my family either hate me or assume my mom had an abortion or something. I met my grandma for the first and last time once when I was eleven. I've never had contact with anyone else from that side of my family. In fact I've never even seen photographs of most of them. I wonder if I look like anyone over there. Probably not.

Sometimes I feel like I was put together by some mad scientist with shitty einstein hair and a bag of mr. potato head parts. I mean, I found out the other day that my eyes don't ever close all the way because my fucking gook eyelids aren't big enough for my white person eyeballs. So I sleep with my eyes open a crack, always. Seriously. My retarded cross eyed cat is the only other case of open eyed sleeping I've come across. And she's fucking retarded. I thought about putting her down once, out of mercy. Then I decided I didn't want her dead eyeballs staring at me accusingly as I buried her in a dumpster, so she's alive.

YOUTUBE RULES

FUNNY KEYBOARDS + FUNNY CATS = LIFE CHANGING

HIGH SCHOOL?

WHITE GUILT

BUDDY GUY USED TO BE THE MOST HARDCORE MOTHERFUCKER EVER

BRO HOLE

HOW I SPENT MY FRIDAY:

me and mish try to get the internet to work at the library/go searching for wireless

only place with wireless is a 'taphouse' (white people slang for 'bar with expensive fries')

'writing article' turns into john frusciante youtube videos + fries + beer

funky bro holes/unicorn and walrus tattoos

more beer

go home to find dad using new amp

get pissed because dad is way way better than i remembered

get pissed-er because i almost thought i had gotten better than him finally/could out drink him finally

tall cans
tall cans
tall cans

hashbrowns

my cat is retarded

suddently realize i should probably get a job /life

tall cans

unemployment specialist

in between fistfighting my amp, drinking beer, trying to get a US work visa, and being the busiest unemployed person ever, i have squeezed out two more things for hearty. thanks go to mish for helping with editing/resizing.

here they be:

FREE FALLIN'

NOVELTY BLANKET REVOLUTION (ALL ABOUT FART BLANKETS!)



PS

MARRIAGE FARTS!!!!!

WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS

it is funny when i suddenly realize that everyone i made plans with in the past six months(aside from one person), ended up flaking out.

sitting around and thinking about this at 4:30 in the afternoon makes me all teenage and weepy, like jared leto/JTT is about to creep into frame and console me. instead i'm fixing things that don't need to be fixed and trying to stay busy and being too busy and then suddenly being hit with empty time and unresolved high school angst. always always always.