Heh. I forgot about this blog.

Because...school started. Dang school.
and I AM NOW OBSESSED WITH AVENUE Q!!!
It's the only musical I've ever been obsessed with...except for maybe Cats when I was little.
It's such an awesome musical, it's so relatable!
Aw man, if only I wasn't an innocent ten-year-old when the original broadway cast first performed...
I wish i could see John Tartaglia be Rod. And Princeton, but Rod is my favorite.

Anyway, THIS IS FRICKIN HILARIOUS:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kO9ygaxVok
much more so after 12 AM.
WATCH IT NOW.

Post!

I haven't made a post in a while.
Summer is a great time to just think. It's all I've been doing.
Sometimes, Ignorance is Bliss.
MY ROOM IS CLEAN. HOLY CRAP.
I can walk around in it. It's insane.
I guess it's time to update my room, I haven't really updated it since I was four. So, it was well-deserved. It looks pretty nice, now. It is a heck of a lot more purple.

I'm back!

Well! I haven't blogged in quite a while.
Not that anybody cares, since nobody knows about this blog.
Hehe. I don't really care.
I've been laughing at Destery. Look him up on Youtube.
"I am going to go KILL a MAGICIAN, and wear him as an OUTFIT to go TRAVELLING to HAWAI'I. YOU MADE ME DO THAT."
My god, he is incredibly funny.
Reason I made this blog is still in effect. I am still unsure about everything. EVERYTHING, I TELL YOU!
Dude, venting on a blog feels pretty good. Cause I would never talk to people I know about this. It's so hard to open up.
I wish I was a better writer. I love to write fiction, but I can NEVER frickin' finish anything I start! Except one story about a dream I had. THAT thing is weird.
Actually, a lot of things I have good ideas about start in a dream.
Where a friend of mine is part of an ancient feud...
Two girls in a secret academy...
It's pretty awesome.

Conformity

Conformity.
An ubiquitous concept regardless of society or customs.
Also the spark of MANY conflicts.
Conformity is utter weirdness, in my opinion.
I mean, a lot of people want to go along with the crowd, to "fit in", so they change themselves. But, especially in American society, this can be taken to extremes as impresionable teenagers starve themselves and spend lots of money trying to be just like the models who are on TV and other media(who are full of crap, in my opinion). Beauty and fashion, two things that kinda want to make me puke, are hurting a lot of people. Conformity is everywhere, even if it's conforming to non-conformity.
Non conformists are kind of hypocritical. I mean, they say they are non-conformists but they conform exactly to what the other non-conformists are doing. I think this is because they want to be different, special, but they don't want to feel alone. So there's a bunch of non-conformists conforming in non-conformity.
And now you will be subjected to my view of the matter.
Me, think i'm more of a non-conformist, because I don't really care about what's popular, I'm not swept up in the race for the latest thing. I don't really change things about my life too often. I'm okay shopping at K-mart or not having the latest music or whatever. Some unpopular things are freakin AWESOME, people just don't think how I do. I don't do things JUST because they're mainstream, I don't want an iPhone because I have a perfectly good phone and I don't need a stylish wardrobe (did I really just say that? HAHA) because then I'd have to care if I got the clothes dirty. Practicality , but I also realize that some things are mainstream for a REASON, like a really good CD or a really comfortable sweatshirt. But, mainly, my tastes are not those of the mainstream.

Known

Okay, I'm really tired of just blathering on and on to pretty much myself. If nobody knows about this blog, it kinda defeats the purpose. I wanted to start over, see how I would do with putting my pure uncensored self out there. See how it would go, putting my thoughts out there on the internet where no one has preconceived notions on me based on other postings on other sites.
But if no one knows about this blog, then that doesn't solve anything.
I don't want to reveal this as mine to any community I know, by this meaning pretty much the people in the real world and fellow commenters on a couple other blogs.

Activism

Okay, in my English class we have be active in the community for FOUR STRAIGHT WEEKS.
As you may notice, I am not too pleased with this.
I may sound like an awful, terrible person when I say this, but I simply am NOT THAT PASSIONATE about anything to want to do it every day for twenty-one days.
Activism is something you should do, but what if you don't want to? What if you're as passionate about not doing it as someone else is about actually doing it? Doesn't feeling like you're solely providing forced labor for a grade defeat the spirit of activism? Am I making any sense at all?
Since I am forced be active in the community, I guess I could do something in the Autism community...
Dangit, I just don't CARE enough!
Activism, the way I see it, is something you should feel really passionate about doing. If you do a halfhearted job of it, you're not really feeling like you are doing something, therefore it is nearly useless to do it in the first place.
Make sense?

Escape

About half an hour ago, my friend put what I've been feeling pretty well:

"I wish...i could go to a big city...where nobody would know me."

Same here.

Let me explain a bit.

I want to escape people I am obligated to talk to, i.e. friends, teachers. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like all my friends and stuff, but I really am not a big people-person as some might believe. I can go long periods of time without seeing people and not miss anyone. It's pretty nice. It's why I'd rather be known as that one weird person up in the tree than by the side that people know me by currently. Because that side is not who I truly am.
Going to a city where noone knows me for a bit sounds like an excellent idea because then, I wouldn't be bothered by people. They wouldn't really care who I am, and I would be free to interact with the world as I see fit, do things, go places, and just plain be without being pressured to hide parts of myself just to gain friends or whatever I would need to do. I enjoy observing people more than interacting with them, generally.
This is actually the main reason I made this blog. To escape. Since nobody I know in real life reads this, I am totally safe posting what I truly feel on so many subjects, the self-induced schitzophrenia gone. So, if you stumble across this blog for any odd reason, congratulations. You are probably seeing the best view of the real me.

Epic post is Epic.

but this ain't it.
Go find/make an epic post of your own, this will probably not be too epic.
I'm refascinated by the Uglies series...gah....
Did i seriously just totally ignore posting to read Extras? I did. Wow.
Getting sidetracked WAAY too often.
Why does The Who describe me so well?
Is it Me, For a Moment?
Love, Reign O'er Me.
Drowned.
Now THEY are epic.

I'm back for another round of anonymous posting.

I am going to be a Special for this Halloween. I am deciding this now. I don't care if i'm not acutally wolf-like or whatever...I just want the excuse to draw flash tattoo-esque stuff all over myself and people won't flip. People think I'm pretty good with the fountain pen with that kind of stuff.
Yes, I AM totally planning out my costume right now. *gets lost in thought*
anyways.
Uglies/Pretties/Specials series = pure awesome, look up Scott Westerfeld. Now.


Things I learned!!
My mind works abstractly, so I draw abstractly.
Dark purple pen on lavender post-its looks pretty cool.
I'm stronger than I thought I was.

Now.

I can't believe I made a blog. I never thought I would make a blog, after all that paranoia about the evil interwebs instilled in me since birth, pretty much. I just needed a place to vent my feelings, hopes, ramblings, etc. that isn't contaminated by people I know. I needed to start fresh. Because when I know a certain person/people is potentially in an audience, anybody at all, I freak out and carefully censor myself to fit how I act around them. Very shallow of me. This might be about deep topics, this might be about how cool my new shoelaces are. Whatever comes to mind. I'm trying not to edit this post too much.
About the name of this blog...Google it. if a result pops up with the words "The Who" somewhere in it, you're on the right track. It's kinda how I'm feeling at the moment.
About the title of this post...no time like the present, right?
But who am I kidding? Noone's going to read this...Noone knows it exists, even. So who's gonna read it? That's right, noone.
Now past that little intro...
Things I learned yesterday:
I must not forget about my low sugar tolerance.
Traveling to an event is often more eventful than the event itself.
People don't look at you funny if you have headphones in your ears while you're singing to yourself.
Can't think of anything I learned today...maybe I'll figure it out tomorrow.
And so ends the first post.
haHA!