So recently I developed an obsession for hardcore techno. Repetitive, grating, and fast-paced. (Which reminds me a girl accidently spelled it fast-paste in my English class today) It’s the ultimate workout/party music.

Also, I read Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut the other day. It’s an excellent book that I’d recommend to anyone with a dark or ironic sense of humor.\

I can’t believe I made a blog completely devoted to my own inner reflections. What kind of person seeks self-affirmation and gratitude over the internet? Am I so filled with a mixture of self-loathing and desperation for attention that I need to express it over the internet?

Yeah, probably. Anyways, I took some photos. Balloons are fun.

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So I'm in high school now. For the first few days I walked around judging people. I would think to myself (since getting beaten up isn't my thing) "Wow dude, nice choice, tights and a zebra blouse. Way to go." or "Really? You have to sag your pants that low, are you kidding me?" But then I realised that everyone is just trying their hardest to look good. So yeah, I'm gonna stop judging people on what they wear, except for the guy in the tights and the zebra blouse since he looked like he had just walked out of a gay renaissance festival.