WannabePunk's blog

Honestly, Twilight makes me sick.

(I wrote this after reading more David Sedaris essays than is really healthy.)

The French Cuisine Torch

Sometimes people do things that I simply don't understand. By people, I mean the general public, usually not people I know. Things such as electing Bush a second time, listening to Dr. Phil or not turning off the radio when a Hannah Montana song is played.

A year or two ago my dad decided that we should get chickens. Actually, he decided we should start a farm. This did not go over well, since both and my brother would much rather not be responsible for any animals and we had already been tricked into getting to dogs. Eventually my mom, my brother and I managed to bargain him down to ten chickens from his original fantasy including several goats, sheep, various fowl and some highly obscure species of potato.

Tension, mounting.
Though we know the outcome
No one can stand the last several seconds.

Momentous words spill from unsuspecting lips
They understand not the world they are ushering in
With their showman's cries

The building erupts: Screams of happiness and tears of joy.
We join in, lending our vocalizations to the cacophony of a revolution.
We are alive in this second.

Insanity subsides, bringing a semblance of order
There is laughing, crying, shouting as the truth sets in
Yet no one quite believes.

Then - Just as everything is settling to normalcy
The watcher at the window gives a tremendous cry:
"Here comes the mob!"

We rush to window, attempting to decode the obscure warning
And see just what he said: a mob. A mob of euphoria and ecstasy
Surging through the streets.

I will not let this moment be lost in the arduous tomes of time
I jump to my feet and fly down the stairs breathing the excitement like air
The mob lies before me.

"You could love her, if you paid"
That's what the song told me.
Not what I meant.
Goddamn, I'm not really sad
I guess I was mad for a bit.
But now, I just sit.
Holy shit, I'm tearing up.
Eyes sting as I find the right letters.
I didn't know that this thread ran so deep.
I guess you never know...
Until it is pulled out.

(Wow. This surprised me. I honestly didn't realize this would happen.)

(This is kind of a stream of consciousness deal...I'm basically just writing lines that come to my head as I'm thinking about it, hence the choppy, unorganized-ness.)

(By the way, anyone recognize the song lyric at the beginning?

Yes. I know YOU do secular.mosh.pit, I was talking to the rest of the world.)

She...

...

...

Can't stop what she's doing
All the time, she knows the truth
Lest she realize it, she suppresses everything
Love should not - CAN not happen in this place.
I just let her. I am doing the same thing.
Everyone and everything...upside down.

Listening to: 2012 Breakdown by 60 Watt Kid

Here is a short story I wrote for LA class. I like it, but it is in need of revisions.
Enjoy.

Anger. Immense, immeasurable anger. Through the red haze, I see a gun in my mind. It is sitting inside the drawer downstairs. My legs charge towards it as my mind wanders towards it. I am angry. I need revenge.

BANG.
BANG.
BANG.

Three gunshots. The anger recedes. Horror replaces it. The gun falls. My mind runs for the door as my legs stumble towards it.

There they are: Flashing lights. Red and blue. No...no...no....

BANG.
BANG.
BANG.

Three gavel blows.
"Mr. Cooper, you are sentenced to life without bail in the Indiana Regional Correctional Facility."

A man drags me away so that I can begin my new life. My life without bail.

The world is a strange place. It is a sick place. It is a unique place. As far as we know, there is nowhere in the universe that is like our world. We have life here. Life. An insignificant little blip in the universal timeline. An accident perhaps? Yet...there are over six billion of them. Each one filled with Love, Loathing, Lust and Longing. Happiness and Sadness. Calm and Anger. Are all of these accidents? According to the churches, no. Still, they probably are. Accidents, hurled along the bumpy rollercoaster we call time. Accidents preoccupied with the mountainous terrain they call their lives. All along the way, each accident has a few special moments. Moments no other accident shares. Accidental moments, in the life of accidents. Accidents that live in an unfathomably huge universe. An unfathomably huge universe that is also probably an accident. Accidents upon accidents upon accidents. Life. The Universe. Everything.

And-

Each accident is the one that struggles the most.

A couple days ago, a teacher I get along with pretty well said that I "always walk around with this scowl, looking like [I'm] mad at everyone".
I don't that that's true...:-(
I "talked" (gave exasperated, confused looks) to a couple friends and they all said that it was total bullshit.
However, this the second time in a matter of weeks that an ADULT has said something like that...
I think I'm a pretty happy guy...(Unless I'm tired, in which case I'm a bitchy asshole :D)
This sounds soooo fuckin typical, but I honestly think that adults think that I'm angry because of my clothes.
I make shirts with spraypaint and stencils...I draw all over my pants...I rip my pants up...I draw on my hat...I wear a bandana often...
To me that's not symbolizing anger though...
I just like the way it looks...it's DIFFERENT.

If I wore a flatbrimmed cap, had a baggy sweatshirt and skate shoes, would adults think I was angry?
Maybe they'd think I'm a womanizer.

There is a fuckload of teen angst on this website.

"Don't cry...Don't raise your eyes...It's only teenage wasteland..."
-Baba O'Riley - The Who

Listening to: Goldfinger and Rancid.

Live in a bubble
Stay out of trouble
Your life mean nothing
Unless you are dead

Stay in your bubble
And there won't be trouble
We care not about you
still we need to see what you've read.

You're not in a bubble
Do not make trouble
Watch the TV
Obey voices in your head

Realize your bubble
And there will be trouble
Your life will mean nothing
Once you are dead.

Dead in your bubble
You cannot make trouble
Erasing your name
Filling your veins with lead

So live in your bubble
And stay out of trouble
Pay no attention
to what we just said.

1. SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT EDWARD CULLEN ALREADY!

2. SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THE JONAS BROTHERS ALREADY!

3. SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT JOHNNY DEPP ALREADY!

...I'm not a very angry person...

Listening to: Nothing, because my parents want me to be quiet and I don't have headphones.
But "How I Could Just Kill A Man" by Rage Against The Machine is running though my head.

Listening to: Reel Big Fish - Everything Sucks
(in my head..."doo-doo-do-do-do-d-doo-doo"...yeahhh...)

I was just thinking...
It is fairly well accepted that Scientologists are crazy right? They believe that little aliens are in our brains trying to make us do bad things...or some shit like that...
That sounds TOTALLY insane.
But...
The idea of "God" is not nearly as ridiculed. Sure, there are people that think it's ridiculous, but you can't just sit down at a table full of people you don't know and go
"So, how bout those Christians, eh? Thinkin' there's god. What nuts!"
But, you can do that with scientology...(I have.)

But...think about it.

Little invisible creatures in our heads telling us what to do = Scientology, right? (More or less...)

One huge badass intangible consciousness floating around telling people what to do = Christianity. (Again, more or less. Jesus wasn't THAT important anyway...)

Listening to: I Fucking Hate You - Godsmack (heh heh)

Lyrics just keep popping into my head today...

Anyway, these just came out about twenty minutes ago.

Duality
Your personality
Confuses me
Bemuses me
Fatality
Your attacks on me
Lead eventually
To unthinkable reality.
Awkwardity
Defines me
When you set me free.
Destroying me
Is your cruel hobby.

I don't like the last line that much...

Listening To: Anti-Flag!

Hey! That's new! Aren't you proud of me?
I wrote this while I was supposed to be doing...something else for school yesterday. I have no idea what it was. Anyway.

Chorus:
Be Like Them!
Or you won't be right!
Be like them!
OR give up the fight!
X2
Give up!

Verse1:
Year 2008, things still haven't changed
Kids still wakin' up actin' deranged
Look at that wierdo - foreign exchange
He doesn't have the clothes
She doesn't have the face
He doesn't have the throws
She's from the wrong place
Year 2008, yeah things still haven't changed
You've got a big nose
Your girlfriend's the wrong race
Yeah, 2008, You know we gotta change
Before we all end up actin' deranged

Still working on Verse 2....

By the way, everyone better go look up Bo Burnham. I think some of his songs are on YouTube.

Listening To: Nothing currently, but I'm on a Beck and Rage Against The Machine kick right now.
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocka!

I'm writing!
Woo-hoo!

So, second day of school today. Fuck. We hiked all day. Up a mountain. Wasn't that bad...except when I had to be near the half of my class I don't like. :D
Ah well.

I'm tired. And should be asleep. Unfortunetley (fuck. another word I can never spell), I'm programmed to go to bed at one and wake up at eleven because that's what I did all summer (wee!)

By the way, if you think you know me... put your name in a comment. I will proceed to read it, and proclaim that I have no clue who you are, until you tell me where we met and I'll go "Oh yeah. of course I know you."

Anyway, I wrote some lyrics that I need peer-reviewed (Hell yes, I AM a /musical scientist/. Beat that.)

Chorus:
Block the windows!
Keep us in!
Who knows what we might do
if you let them in?
x2

Verse 1:
L ock all the doors,

Hey YWP!

According to the little profile page, I created this account 8 minutes and thirty seconds ago.

So. I'm here.

Time to reveal my identity. I live in Richmond, VT (moving soon).
I'm 15 (16 soon)

I'm obsessed with music (So, this blog is going to be alot of lyrics and song snippets - by the way, who can teach me to sing?)

I play guitar.

I'm completely disillusioned with America, and the western world. (And beyond.)

Therefore - Music + Disillusioned = Punk fan. I love punk.

Then again - I love alot of music. Name a band. I bet I've heard of them, and I bet I like them.

I'm a concert whore.

I made my username "WannabePunk" because I'm in general a pretty happy guy, I like my life, I'm friendly, and don't really look that "hardcore" (I DO draw all over my pants, rip them with my Swiss Army Knife, make my own clothes, spraypaint t-shirts...etc.)