Never go on Tumbr.

Angst angst angst angst angst, angst angst angst angst angst, angst angst, angstangstangst. Angst angst, angst angst angst angst. Angst. Angst angst! Angst angst angst, angst? Angst angst, angst angst angst, angst. Angst, angst angst angst. Angst angst. Angst. 

MOTHERFUCKING ANGST TO THE MOTHERFUCKING MAX

THIS IS WHY TUMBLR IS SHIT, IT’S ANGST, SHUT UP, YES, YOU, STOP IT, I WILL SLAP YOU, POST SOMETHING ORIGINAL, DON’T JUST COPY EVERY SINGLE IMAGE THAT APPEARS ON THE INTERNET RELATING TO DRUGS. SHUT YOUR MOUTH, AND FUCK YOU TOO, GARY OAK.

I logged on to tumblr today and instead of finding the regulated whining of several teenagers as if singing in a choir of woes, I found the simple and angering question, “What’s a meme?” The definition on Wikipedia is as such: “The term Internet meme (pronounced /ˈmiːm/, rhyming with “cream”^[1]) is used to describe a concept that spreads via the Internet.^[2] The term is a reference to the concept of memes, although this concept refers to a much broader category of cultural information.” A list of memes can be found on sites like www.knowyourmeme.com and others, but honestly, if you go on the internet you might as well be armed with the knowledge of what you’re up against.

I’ve decided to build a hipster shelter, notify me if you want access.

Tricked you, you’ve always been in space, you just sit on a rock and think that means you aren’t, but you are. Space is the master forge for your creation, the nitrogen in your hands comes from stars that are farther than you could imagine, it’s amazing, everyone is stardust. We think we draw so much from out little rock, when it’s actually an effort that probably took millions of years as stars stretched out and deposited their materials here, where they became us. It’s fucking awesome.

Today, when walking to seventh period, a hipster-girl walked up behind me and asked me what was up. Surprised by this gesture my tongue slipped and instead of the usual “ceiling,” I said “ceilings.” It was then when I realized I was on the second floor and that there was, in fact, no ceiling above this one. Yes, I was wrong, I was crushed by this moment, I didn’t know how I could continue from this moment onward. The thought ruined the rest of my day for me. Tomorrow I hope to break into the school, cram all of the custodial staff into one closet and experiment on the ceiling until I uncover a dimension made completely out of ceilings.

TL;DR

Dakota Pace asked me what was up and ruined my day.

Yes, you know them, those people who think they’re so cool by alluding that they have some sort of deep dark trouble in their lives and attempting to make it the surface of their being, defying their very goal. You may know these as people who complain about past relationships or complain about life, or complain about people. Or you know, complain, that’s it. NOTHING MORE! Just more whining and whining and whining and they wonder why they’re avoided? They’re not mystical children of Jesus who are misunderstood because they’re superior to everybody, they’re people who get pushed down and whine about it till someone helps them up. Who wait for some giant hand of fate to pick them up. Unfortunately much to my discovery through life, that’s not how it works. People are born with two legs for a reason.

Anyone whom I’m currently capable of texting is boring, facebook always has people I don’t know online, and I lack an actual social life so going outside is out of the question. I’m bored.