It's time for my monthly blog update! Yay! *Fanfare*
I'll save the mindless self-indulgent garbage I usually write in the introduction and get right to it. This post will be as close to serious as it gets for me.
I was having a conversation with my English teacher that concluded with him asking me if I was "afraid of being serious". As many of you know, I rarely am. Now let's backtrack here -- it wasn't a serious conversation and he made the comment in jest. I didn't think too much of it at first, but being the extraordinarily introspective individual I am, of course I thought about it.
I came to the conclusion that I did in a previous blog post -- that there's no underlying motive behind me doing what I do...it's just how I am. I'm not consciously or subconsciously doing things to hide some other problem or issue. To quote Avenged Sevenfold, I'm not insane. I'm not that deep or complicated either, Avril Lavigne. (Holy crap, I can't believe I just linked to Avril Lavigne. Let's fix that. Much better.) So when you hear that jerk at the movie theater yelling out things during a serious movie because he thinks it's funny, I just think it's funny. I mean, I can't take a movie seriously. How can you watch a movie without laughing? Weirdos.
I've been watching a lot of Dr. Phil lately, therefore I am a huge hypocrite. I've always said watching shows because they exploit other people's problems and because you like to see other people going through issues is sort of inhuman. But hey, other people's problems are entertaining.
February was the first month in a long time I just got to chill. I had absolutely nothing to worry about all month. Plus, we had a ton of days off. I was able to meet up with a friend I haven't seen in a year and a half, and then some friends I haven't seen in eight years (ohhh with the bold for the emphasis and effect and importance and such). I enjoyed seeing all of them.
It's always cool to meet up with people you haven't seen in a while, because conversations are easy. I may or may not have mentioned this, but I'm awful at small talk. Oftentimes when I talk to people I'm sitting there thinking "ok yeah so what should we talk about after this, where is this conversation going, uhh". You know, that kind of awkwardness. But when you haven't seen people in a while, it's easy. "How's life? How has school been? What shows do you like? What do you think of _____?". Interview-type questions. But once you get past all that introductory kind of stuff, I essentially need to be talking to someone who is talkative or can keep a conversation going pretty easily if you want to avoid the dreaded awkward pauses.
Two things are coming up in April that have me feeling peppy and giddy and chipper and other abnormally positive feelings. One, obviously, is the Greatest Sport to Ever be Invented Ever in the History of Mankind Ever, baseball. I listened to baseball for the first time since last October on Sunday. It's early in Spring Training, and the games mean as much as my opinion on politics, but baseball on the radio is great, whether it's the season, spring training, or t-ball.
The other, though, is improv back on TV. The debut date for Drew Carey's Improv-A-Ganza has been pushed back to April 11th. I can't wait. Ever since the cancellation of the Greatest Show to Ever Air on Television, Whose Line is it Anyway?", I've searched high and low for even the shortest clip of improv performed by those guys. I've found plenty, but it's not enough. Improv is awesome, these guys are hilarious, and this is my most anticipated debut for any TV show ever. To quote Bart Scott, "CAN'T WAIT".
I haven't done one of those "rants" (oh with the not-so-clever categorization) in a long time. I have a good topic for that and that will be my next blog post, in about 12 years or so.
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Sticking with the pseudo-serious theme, I'll end with the song that is responsible for this entry's title. Unlike the previous bands and songs I've shown, I post this knowing that it will only appeal to a select few. It's a song by Envy On The Coast, a very pop punk-ish band. Not generally my style, but their lyrics are always exquisite and always mean something. It's one of a couple bands I love solely for that reason.
This particular song is about a 13 year old girl who killed herself after a bout with depression. It talks about how people said horrible things about her before and after her death, and how it's wrong to dismiss people who commit suicide as just being insane.
Enjoy!
