Obama has a powerful voice.

This week was pretty awesome. I'm pretty sure I've mastered the art of time travel, because the last time I wrote on this blog I said, "I feel like writing next Sunday". Five minutes later, here I am, writing again. I do, however, remember almost every detail of what really happened in that five minutes. And for five minutes, a lot of things did happen. Yes, that is how I time travel. It's confusing at first, but in a bite sized explanation, here's how it goes.

You can't change the speed of time, but you can change your experience of time. Just like you can't change how bright the sun is, but you can change how much of light you see by squinting your eyes. And it's as simple as that. The only silly part is, no one thinks it's a superpower(no one ever thinks I have super powers), and I can only travel forward in time. Goddamit.

Well. Ok. That wasn't bite sized. Why am I writing like this? Jesus! I feel like a like a computer. Ever since I grew my beard, people have been just waiting for me to break character. I didn't notice this until my brother visited. We were having a chat about something, and he told me something that got me excited. So I went, "really?" and then I did a spongebob squeal, and continued on with what I had to say.

Then he said, "It's really hard not to take you seriously with that beard."

I then realized that never was a very serious person. I can write as though I'm serious, but it's all an act, to make sure people take me seriously. This beard makes me look like I want to be taken seriously all the time. It's doing wonders for my social life. People expect a terrorist/neo-nazi/communist dictator to speak out, but they get plain old Soobshit. Except if it's with the circle of people that I only talk serious with. When I talk with them, I really am a communist dictator. Sorta.

Maybe that's because I really hope serious people take me seriously. Or maybe it's that super awesome Alice White Cabernet Sauvignon I had earlier. Dunnae. Alice White wine is pretty much the most consistently good wine I've ever tasted. I hope my dad doesn't get something else next month.

Sheesh, I was gonna say something, but I totally lost it. I know, cliche. But bear with me. Bear. Rawr.

Ok, nevermind.

I usually end up at the end of the week with at least 10 pics to blog about. Having pictures helps a lot, you know? Just a single picture can help start off a post. Otherwise I just end up talking boring stuff. Like right now. So I may as well insert one before I lose one of youz.




Everytime it rains, they warn people:
Worst part: I checked both sides of the sign, and both stickmen were headless. Lols.



And another picture I just took:


I know. It's crazy. Take me back 2 years and I'd just have a heart attack if I knew I'd someday be able to go see a Lamb of God concert. Having the ticket in my room just makes up for the mess on the table.



When someone asks what I want to do when I grow up. I usually just say "I want to be Batman." It's a solid answer. You want me to dream BIG, well I that's as big as I can dream. But it's bullshit. I don't want to be batman. I want to be the lazy ass overweight guy who fantasizes about being batman until I retire at age 50.

I think I've finally more or less decided on a real ambition though.

There's two main branches I could sorta go into.
I either join the rat race, or expand my mind a little bit.
But seeing as money's tight, I think I'll probably join the rat race.

I know, that's almost not a legit ambition, but I assure you, the details are all in my head. I even talk about it to some people.

There's this game, Metro 2033. It's by some unknown Russian developer and based on some Russian novel. Just another one of those post apocalyptic shooters. But it's more of a survival/horror. I swear I nearly crapped my pants when they asked me to go explore the surface of Moscow(most of the game is based in the Metro tunnels). This fear was so real.

Everytime I go trek through the woods or trespass an abandoned house, there's this fear. It's a step higher than the fear I feel when watching a scary movie or on the night before exam results are released but probably a few steps lower than being threatened at gunpoint or being kidnapped. It's this fear, I think, that should be used in frightening people. It's the fear I get when I hear something shuffle in the dark corner of a house, or when I feel something breathing down my neck. And THAT, is the sort of fear that's in Metro 2033. Even though the game feels very unpolished. Which kinda ruins the experience for me.

Till later today!/tomorrow!
(honestly, there's so much more to talk about, but I probably riddled the post with enough typos and grammatical errors to get the language nazis vomiting