Hello, Blogger. First of all, I do not plan on jotting down my bitching each rise and fall of the sun. However, if an aspect of my day happens to prance by my face with gitty joy and I stare back with a look of violence, I will take it out on this blank page. As you can already notice, my topic will be of Facebook and its large inhabitants of misusers.
Facebook started off as an easy convenient source of staying in touch with fellow friends and family. Once attention deprived douchebags realized that this site could actually be used for merry making in a well mannered fashion, they immediately pillaged and raped all the decency out of it, until many ended up deleting their own accounts, in result. Their numbers are now quickly spreading throughout the cyber world, while few ethical refugees stand their ground with mortality and self dignity.
Though have no fear, if you truly take pride in your posts that do not consist of the following:
.Calling people niggas
.Calling people fuckers
.Calling people bitches (seriously, don't be a bitch)
.Calling out for attention
.Calling other people out ( for physical communication)
.Calling yourself "swag"
.Calling others "swag"
.Calling your dog "swag"
.Calling your day "swag"
.Calling anything "swag" (including the list above) -
Then you are not contributing to the problem, rather doing your modest part in fixing it.
People who do partake in this parasitic way of using Facebook, please do not take into offense; I just do not think it is quite swag of you.
B.M.H.C
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
The "M" Word
Good evening, Blogger. Its Friday, October 28 and this will be my latest post since...Well,quite some time. When I last left your good company, I informed you that I hadn't been feeling quite all too righteous. This unknown inner apparition turned out to be quite legitimate,however. Upon further investigation, doctor appointments, Google searching, and enough blood work to fill a large plastic pool, it was apparent that I have been infected with mono-tuberculosis (mono, for the people who search for the quick way out). The kissing disease,is what they have tagged it, which I suppose is fitting, because, as they say, LOVE hurts....
Being that I began...well, I should say... CEASED feeling natural,since around the time I began using Blogger, I believe its safe to say that I've carried Mono for at least 9 or more months. Now, for those who have not felt the undesirable wrath of the Epstien-Bar virus, its many life sucking symptoms may include the following:
.Women run in fear.
.Babies crying.
.Costco closes its door, forever.
.All food that touches your lips turns to ash.
.Justin Bieber becomes dictator of Nicaragua, with the help of an army of insane post-puberty little girls.
.Attractiveness begins to take form of a white decrepit dog turd.
.And lastly.... you feel like shiiiit!
*Facts extracted from WebMD
Though these indications may seem far fetched, those who have acquired this illness would say nothing to sugar coat it for the feared.
Mono's much more distinctive symptoms have now yet subsided, with the thanks of 500 doses of Night & Day Quil,however it seems as if they were just the calm before the storm. In result, I have developed Chronic fatigue syndrome(yes, another large word) and its symptoms include:
.Loss of Joy
.Loss of energy
.Loss of appreciation for the little things
.Loss of enthusiasm
.Loss of motivation
.Loss of reason to wake each morning
.Loss of faith, once you have bargained your soul to the devi in order to have your body return to its normal condition.
Besides the last standard(maybe, muahahahaha!!), these are quite true. No,i'm not how you silly unimaginative gents say,Emo.... But, excuse me for not bringing sunshine, ponies,rainbows, and ponies shitting out rainbows to the table. I understand how most of you may think that my nature is some what over melodramatic, however, there is another story in which may include the reason for my more than necessary doom and gloom outlook on my predicament;nevertheless, it is not an anecdote I wish to tell.
On a brighter far more positive note, my day to day routines have long since returned, due to the end of summer vacation. I find it funny, how often one might say school swallows our time, lives, and souls, but once we are given back our freedom we haven't the slightest clue as in what to do. This statement can be supported, by the hundreds of Facebook posts, consisting of the monotonous phrase,"Sooo Fucking bored.", along with many other variations. I presume that this is just another one of life's more idiotic ironies.
I believe my piece has been said. Thank you for your time and patience, Blogger. Your a true and true friend. XoXo.
B.M.C.H
Being that I began...well, I should say... CEASED feeling natural,since around the time I began using Blogger, I believe its safe to say that I've carried Mono for at least 9 or more months. Now, for those who have not felt the undesirable wrath of the Epstien-Bar virus, its many life sucking symptoms may include the following:
.Women run in fear.
.Babies crying.
.Costco closes its door, forever.
.All food that touches your lips turns to ash.
.Justin Bieber becomes dictator of Nicaragua, with the help of an army of insane post-puberty little girls.
.Attractiveness begins to take form of a white decrepit dog turd.
.And lastly.... you feel like shiiiit!
*Facts extracted from WebMD
Though these indications may seem far fetched, those who have acquired this illness would say nothing to sugar coat it for the feared.
Mono's much more distinctive symptoms have now yet subsided, with the thanks of 500 doses of Night & Day Quil,however it seems as if they were just the calm before the storm. In result, I have developed Chronic fatigue syndrome(yes, another large word) and its symptoms include:
.Loss of Joy
.Loss of energy
.Loss of appreciation for the little things
.Loss of enthusiasm
.Loss of motivation
.Loss of reason to wake each morning
.Loss of faith, once you have bargained your soul to the devi in order to have your body return to its normal condition.
Besides the last standard(maybe, muahahahaha!!), these are quite true. No,i'm not how you silly unimaginative gents say,Emo.... But, excuse me for not bringing sunshine, ponies,rainbows, and ponies shitting out rainbows to the table. I understand how most of you may think that my nature is some what over melodramatic, however, there is another story in which may include the reason for my more than necessary doom and gloom outlook on my predicament;nevertheless, it is not an anecdote I wish to tell.
On a brighter far more positive note, my day to day routines have long since returned, due to the end of summer vacation. I find it funny, how often one might say school swallows our time, lives, and souls, but once we are given back our freedom we haven't the slightest clue as in what to do. This statement can be supported, by the hundreds of Facebook posts, consisting of the monotonous phrase,"Sooo Fucking bored.", along with many other variations. I presume that this is just another one of life's more idiotic ironies.
I believe my piece has been said. Thank you for your time and patience, Blogger. Your a true and true friend. XoXo.
B.M.C.H
Monday, March 7, 2011
Que Escribir...
To be honest, this blank page is the most intimidating, daunting, maniacal image to ever be seen by man. It doesn't mutter a word, yet it is the most critical judge any writer has to struggle to impress. It has no face, yet it gazes into your soul observing every single move with great skepticism. Could this be an excuse for no posts? I say NEIGH! I suppose, the only defense to my absence is pure slothfulness.
I've decided to use these blogs as a form of self therapy. Now, before anyone decides to contact family or friends, worrying bout my sanity, do not worry; if you ask me, everyone needs some way of self soothing the mind. Writing has always been a relaxing avocation.So, then why haven't I been posting? That, my friends, is a question even the almighty himself may have trouble deciphering; however, it is something that I will defiantly take more pride and time in my life. Searching for activities that I take a huge interest in , is not quite an elementary concept, for me. Which is why I here decree: Any and all pastimes that happen to stroll by , I will take large commitment into. I suppose I've jotted down most of my scrutiny for now...so, yea.
B.M.H.C
I've decided to use these blogs as a form of self therapy. Now, before anyone decides to contact family or friends, worrying bout my sanity, do not worry; if you ask me, everyone needs some way of self soothing the mind. Writing has always been a relaxing avocation.So, then why haven't I been posting? That, my friends, is a question even the almighty himself may have trouble deciphering; however, it is something that I will defiantly take more pride and time in my life. Searching for activities that I take a huge interest in , is not quite an elementary concept, for me. Which is why I here decree: Any and all pastimes that happen to stroll by , I will take large commitment into. I suppose I've jotted down most of my scrutiny for now...so, yea.
B.M.H.C
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Let's Ponder About:Sleep
Sleep.
An activity in which the mind may relax from the day to day grind.
A grind that only seems to be getting longer as each day transpires to the next.
Now,my goal here is not to persuade you to think that everything(including sleep) is an endless limbo.
I'm just saying, sleep doesn't seem to be as satisfying as it used to be.
Those who are awaken from the obnoxious alarm may understand my concern.
As I observe commercials(disgustingly) I notice that the advertisement agencies perspective of a good night sleep include the following:
. A very attractive Burnett with a beautiful white smile
.Big,fluffy,white bed sheets that seem to glow by the morning's light
. 2 children (Usually a boy and a girl) frolicking upon the bed of their alluring mother for a mornings greeting
. And lastly, the message of special offers on mattresses,fabric softeners, possibly coffees, ect.
The day they endorse one of these products with the reality of sleep(In which there is no hope), will be the day I may actually purchase one.No matter how absurd commercials perpetuate sleep, I still find myself in a small amount of awe by the (even smaller) chance that I could actually have such a restful night. Instead of a libidinous woman, I'm given the horrible screech of an alarm clock. Instead of a soft comfy bed with sheets crafted by angels, I'm given the traumatic rush out the door.In conclusion, sleep has become an event I look more and more forward to each day, in the hopes that I could possibly have the commercialized night rest...maybe thats the reason time seems to be going by so fast.Till next time, heres something to ponder about.
-BMHC
An activity in which the mind may relax from the day to day grind.
A grind that only seems to be getting longer as each day transpires to the next.
Now,my goal here is not to persuade you to think that everything(including sleep) is an endless limbo.
I'm just saying, sleep doesn't seem to be as satisfying as it used to be.
Those who are awaken from the obnoxious alarm may understand my concern.
As I observe commercials(disgustingly) I notice that the advertisement agencies perspective of a good night sleep include the following:
. A very attractive Burnett with a beautiful white smile
.Big,fluffy,white bed sheets that seem to glow by the morning's light
. 2 children (Usually a boy and a girl) frolicking upon the bed of their alluring mother for a mornings greeting
. And lastly, the message of special offers on mattresses,fabric softeners, possibly coffees, ect.
The day they endorse one of these products with the reality of sleep(In which there is no hope), will be the day I may actually purchase one.No matter how absurd commercials perpetuate sleep, I still find myself in a small amount of awe by the (even smaller) chance that I could actually have such a restful night. Instead of a libidinous woman, I'm given the horrible screech of an alarm clock. Instead of a soft comfy bed with sheets crafted by angels, I'm given the traumatic rush out the door.In conclusion, sleep has become an event I look more and more forward to each day, in the hopes that I could possibly have the commercialized night rest...maybe thats the reason time seems to be going by so fast.Till next time, heres something to ponder about.
-BMHC
Let's Ponder About:...Me??
Well, here I am. A big fish in a much bigger sea of talented writers. I suppose my motive behind this creative spur, is mostly based off the pressure of not knowing what career opportunities may lie forth. Sophomore year came quick, and is still surprising me with its incredibly brisk pace. Ever since grade school, I always had the naive knowledge that I could try and become anything I set my mind to and most everyone still trys to instill that logic in me, but people, lets be honest with ourselves. Schooling is a grueling process both financially and physically, so you can't expect for an adolescent to attend erudition for each silly fantasy they may have. Call it coming to reality or growing up, but I finally understand that time will not slow down for you and that you must make life-altering decisions before it is too late.I suppose its not quite an appropriate way of thinking, however I feel its best to get the hard facts smacked in my face now, before the time comes to endure adult life. Luckily, my previous dreams of becoming a veterinarian has not left me in a rut, and a silver lining still remains. Recently, I have been introduced to much more creative forms of writing and I must say, I don't believe I've ever been so mesmerized by such a simple concept:"Write Words On Paper". To me, however, its far worthier at letting me express my true feelings on matters rather than simply speaking. So, could this be my future occupation? Or yet another chimera. That, my friends, is one thing that cannot decipherer hereafter, although its probably best not to take into deep consideration, because, as we all know, life's a box of chocolates. As for any other information bout' me, all you should know is that I find the simpler things is what makes life...LIFE. Just a little something to ponder about.
- B.M.H.C
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