Party People

Now when I was younger, there were instances in my life that caused me to be antisocial. At age 10 I gave up trying to impress others with being someone i'm not and instead put on a new persona, someone who was constantly angry with the other children and just kept to himself. As I progressed in age I began to slowly lower my guard and come to trust certain others, but even still it took some work to really trust them. When grade 8 dawned upon me I came out of my little shell (0r big for those of you that know me), and decided i'd make myself noticed a bit more. I made a few friends, but I didn't trust them at all. By this point in time I had already become accustomed to thinking that regardless of who talked to me and regardless of what was said, I couldn't believe in them. There were times when I was wrong, and I admit that, but there were other times when I was right, and I knew that I was still the one being left our of all the fun. All the inside jokes, and all the hangouts that didn't include me took their toll on me, and even I became annoyed with myself when I asked what they were talking about. At age 18 it's nice to see nothing has really changed.

Let me explain, tonight I was invited to a suprise party for a friend named Stephanie, and it was going to be with a group of people that I had never hung out with, just known them vicariously. When I first got the invite I immeadiately thought of rejecting it because of how I imagined it would go. Me trying to awkwardly fit in, while they all have fun. Then again, i'm the anti-social one so really if I didn't have fun it would have been my own fault. Anyways I ended up deciding to go. Of course I wasn't supposed to since I hadn't cleaned my room but since my mother wasn't around and my father is oblivious to her nagging me, he brought me to the party.

So when I got there I pretty much knew who everyone was, so introductions weren't really necessarily. There was a good 20 minutes before the birthday girl showed up so I tried to be as social as possible, but being me I just kind of fiddled around with my ipod. Yes, I said fiddled, get over it. Ok, so eventually the birthday girl shows up and is shocked to see all her friends in her basement. I didn't really say all that much the entire night, mainly because I wouldn't have known what to. I did exchange a few words with Kayleen, Jenae and Tyler, but still I know that I could have talked to the others there. Ahh well, the way I see it is if I hadn't wanted to go I wouldn't have, but I needed to try something new and it was a good time even if I didn't say too much. That's all for now.

J-moose

Laughter Cures All

Wow, I never imagined James Franco as funny but there it is.

101 Just For Fun

I have a blog lurker named Kayleen. I just thought i'd share. If you see her, tell she's a little hyper from time to time.

Title Change And Blog 100!

As i'm sure you've all noticed by now, the blog title has changed. As to why this happened, there really isn't a reason, but honestly, I don't feel so broken anymore, so the title really doesn't apply. I'm going to try a whole slew of new titles that fit what kind of mindset i'm currently in, for now i'm sticking to the classic title of the amazing Matthew Good Band song, Hello Time Bomb. So anyone have any ideas for a new blog title? I mean I know this is probably something I should think of, but i'm open for suggestions. Hit me up with some comments and we'll see what happens.

J-moose

PS.

100 POSTS BABY!!! CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON!!!

Wow, i should take this chance to thank the people that make this blog possible..............J-MOOSE TAKES ALL THE CREDIT!!

I have a big ego..get over it

Paper Thin

Sometimes we all need a shoulder to rest on. I like when I get to be that shoulder for people. It's one of the better aspects of my life.

Paper Thin

This skin is not what it used to be, so frail yet beautiful to see. Eroded through the ages and changed for the worse, it's all you have left. Easily defiled and always take lightly, it's what you did that made it this way. You wrote too much about what could have been, for you this feels like a sin. Everything you do now, isn't for the masses, but instead for you alone.

Once more with the pencil, write your name down, take a seat. We're not here to help, but who's to know but me? Heaven isn't here, but your staying anyways. Scratching out your mistakes, it's just another lost face. Now write it again, what you thought could be, a fake reality where she belongs to me. It's nothing to look down, it's not as if your ashamed. Your papers blank, your minds still here, write out it kid, but don't expect things to change.

It's cold out again, but you get what you deserve. We're warm where your not. Simply put, you were forgot. We checked our lists and your name didn't fit. Look again though kid, at those in the light, they're paper like you, burning without a fight. Todays their due date, there's no turning back. Run while you kid, and promise to not look back.