It's been a while....

I've missed a couple weeks, been busy busy busy. But i'll try to make up for it. Either way, my topic for today is (DUN DUH DUH DUNNN) THE HUNGER GAMES! Which I am absolutely tickled pink about coming out as a movie! Like everyone else, I have my critiques on who should have been cast to play what role, but otehr wise, I'm just being picky. I don't want it to be over-publicized like Twilight was, but it would be AH-mazing if it developed a fan base like Harry Potter. Although, I don't think i'll ever be able to see a movie with Daniel Radcliffe or Rupert Grint without saying "Ron, put down that cell phone or Voldemort will leave you a hateful voicemail!". But you can't really say it ruined their careers. But back to The Hunger Games, I think that Mockingjay was one of the most depressing ends to a trilogy I have ever read. Finnick dies. Dies. I couldn't even believe it. I had to reread it again and again. And I was saying to myself "Is this some kind of sick joke? What about Annie? It's not like she isn't insane enough!". I actually do wonder who broke the news to her. Oh sigh. How I go on and on. Well that's all for today folks.

Finding new bands

The infinite struggle for angsty teenagers (or any teenagers at all) is to find really good music. In this day in age, we are CONSTANTLY in use of mp3s and ipods so listening to the same old songs we've known for years no longer does it for us. We try to find the new and exciting bands, who are just on the brink of fame, and then when they DO get famous, it's kind of bittersweet. Yes, you get to hear their songs on the radio over and over (and over and over and over......ugh) but then suddenly everyone else is talking about the new hot band that YOU found. It makes me kind of protective of them, like "I found them first, I loved them first". Which is weird, because it's not like these people even know you exist. But like all things that suddenly blow up, they deflate and are considered old news. Unless you're Madonna apparently. Cause that shit never gets old. It's kind of disappointing in a way, that when you listen to a song over and over, you can get tired of it. It's just the over exposure. Either way. I just found a really cool new band. Let's see how long they last...

And with minimal power comes overpowering authority

I thought maybe i'd talk about a subject that irks me to no end. The CAT buses. Not only am i a college student without a car, but one without a fully blown license. Sad. I know. Which makes me rely on the CAT buses to get me to and from school, which I have found to be completely unreliable. They are either ten minutes late or ten minutes early, and if i'm rushing out to get on, IT'S MY FAULT. The bus drivers can either be friendly, or very rude. Actually, all the women are rude. They have refused to pick me up before because i was ten feet away from the bus stop while it was stopping. Apparently i'm an inconvenience to their routing process. Another thing that peeves me is the fact that i have to leave my house before seven to get to school at eight. And for some reason, all the other bus passengers feel like chatting with me then, when i'm tired and cranky. No offence to those people, but's i'd rather sit in silence or listen to music than converse with you about your foot fungi.

Not sure what my main subject is yet.

      Since I've never actually written a blog before, I don't know where to begin. I'd considered writing about things that annoyed me, but that would make me seem cynical. Or talk about my day to day life, but that would seem conceited. So I'm just kind of going to begin with the first sentence that pops into my head, and see where that flows.
       I can't stand the feel of sandpaper. It's uneven, rough, and all around uncomfortable to touch. Even the sound of it puts me on edge, it just sounds dry and scratchy. Like when you leave your contacts in your eyes for too long or when you have a sore throat. I guess everyone has their pet peeves, just little ticks that seem to rub them the wrong way (sandpaper LITERALLY rubs me the wrong way). For some things, you can rationalize why it is you hate it. But other times you have a hard time explaining why the shower curtain should be closed after they've finished showering or why you always pull loose strands of hair off of someones shirt. Which are things that I do, not really sure why, but I do them anyway. Is it habit? Something like that.
      It's weird, blogging. Like putting your words out into a black hole, not really knowing if it will end up anywhere. But I guess it's just thoughts. Whether people hear them or not, it's out there. On the internet. Ugh, creepy.