new years

This is apparently the time.

This thing is so pointless. I'm just indulging myself in some strange thought that somebody out there reads this and gives a shit. Which is obviously not the case. Why would anyone care about anyone else's opinions these days? It's a sea of people whom have no idea what they're talking about. I'm not gonna act like I'm different than any other wave.

I guess it is frustrating for me sometimes. I have to say "I told you so" so many times every week that it becomes disheartening. Yet it never appears to anyone that maybe I might be right about anything before it happens. I don't know where I got this tag around my neck that says I'm some kind of idiot, but I don't believe I ever earned it.

I decided this summer, if I don't end up going on tour, I want to do something awesome. Like riding freight trains across the USA. With a guitar, video camera and some clothes. I want some sort of personal discovery. I want an epiphany. I don't really don't want anything at all, to be honest. I just want to get the fuck out of here for a long while.

Art degrees. What a joke.

This seems like the age where people grow up past the point of friends. Have fun while you can, in a year no one will care about you.