Monday, January 14, 2008

It's Business Time

Okay this one is gonna be kinda a rambler so be patient. Umm yeah. I am such and asshole. I check my blog comment count about everyday in hopes I'll be surprised,when I didn't check it it got noticed but now that I have I am screwed. How fun is that?

I have to do a storyboard for a commercial.... In Mississippi.... About Walking...Great huh?
The thing is Commercials are like thirty seconds of brainwashing and shameless promotion. Except for that new converse commercial. Oh wait, that's just brainwashing with the exploitation of how the other commercials are made. Same thing slight difference. I don't know if I am gonna be able to do that though. I mean two things I am against(MS and commercials) have to coexist. How do I make a commercial without exposing he corrupt government system. I just don't see it happening. *sigh* Sometimes, I think of myself as artistic WAY too much.Especially since it doesn't really apply. I come up with great ideas because I am too lazy to learn and get an education. So there it is. Being artistic is just an excuse for laziness.(you can tell I am being facetious right? didn't know if you could)

Anyways, I have forgotten the true purpose of this thing. And I hope my mom doesn't find it until I am forty or something. I really worry about the world though. I really want to do something but the people at my school hold me back (or maybe it's just myself) The kids at my school just don't realize how much is at stake this year and most of them don't even know about the Mayan calender. Maybe ignorance is better. (they seem happier than me)
But if they knew they could do something about it and they were willing to cause change so many things could be set in motion. Our generation is gonna have to love during wartime so why not start now? Our parents generation kinda fucked us over. (the eighties man..WTF?)I mean honestly. Our grandparents were great but, the politicians born in the baby boom, just liked to blow up stuff. And what's up with that shit.
I can't talk to my mom about politics because I swear she's just as confused as I am.Maybe I need to walk around naked in protest of everything. Or make a shirt. you know what? I think I am gonna make a shirt I just need the right stencil.
Goodnight guys.

Those who take care of the worst of ye shall become the best of ye.

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