Real Original Humor Blog

I like reading humor blogs. Mainly because I like being funny and I like reading things from other people who like being funny.

On my reader, one of my set tags is actually humor. I just click that and read the latest posts that are tagged ‘humor’.

Except.. a lot of the “humor” are really just funny pictures copied and pasted from Google. I mean.. if one were to write a funny post and then put in a picture that relates.. that would be creative.

But just pasting someone else’s picture and writing “Check this out, this is hilarious”, is kind of lame. 

I mean sure, the picture’s are hilarious but most of them are common ones that you would see on Instagram or Facebook anyways.

Like that one about the person having a phone call conversation in the bathroom stall and the guy in the next door stall starts answering all his questions thinking the two of them are having a conversation.

Seriously, if I had a dollar for every time I saw that one, I could buy myself a smart phone by now. 

If Only I Could Write Posts From My Mind..

You know what sucks?

Getting an idea of the next thing you wanna write in your blog and then forgetting about it by the time you get home and log on.

Seriously, you don’t know how many times that has happened to me. And it sucks.

Because I honestly think that if I were to able to update this thing from my head whenever I want, where ever I want, this blog would be so much better.

But now, I have to get home after work, shower, eat, log onto my blog, and then I’ve just lost the idea. ..

And then I decide to write a post about that fact.

Well.. I hope you enjoyed reading.

I Wanna Go To College To Party It Up

Think that’ll whoo over the admission people?

I’m applying to a summer college program and they wanna know why I want to go to college. Isn’t the answer obvious? To get a decent degree so I can make some good cash. Obviously.

But no, they want 500 words of sweet talk. 500 words about how I had this amazing experience that made me think “It’s my lifelong dream to attend college” or I realized that, “Education is the key to life”.

Now, I like creative writing. But at the same time, I know I need to make it realistic. Surprise them. But not with “I wanna go to college to party it up”. I just posted that as my title to attract you guys to read this. Obviously.

Hey- it worked, didn’t it?

But right now, it feels like I sort of have the essay in my head. Like, I can picture it, I know the gist of it. I know what I want them to know.

Now I just gotta organize all my thoughts into 500 words of pure sugar.

Sweet.

Ha, Not Keepin In Touch With Any Of You

People have this vague dream that everyone will keep in touch after high school. That after graduating college everyone will have a reunion and talk about the good old days and stay friends forever.

Well I call bullshit on that.

And you know, the people who talk shit about keeping in touch are actually the ones to disappear as soon as they break loose.

Really, people can barely keep in touch after junior high school and we all go to high schools around the local area. We all have each other’s numbers, emails, and we’re all friends on facebook. Yet, other then a few “likes” here and there, there isn’t any communication at all. And when mircle strikes and someone decides to step up and respark old connections, the conversation goes like this:

“Hey, how’ve you been?”

“Hey, pretty good, and you?”

“Same. How’s everything?”

“Oh you know. Busy. You?”

“Same. Busy.”

“Nice catching up with you.”

How touching. Well, if that doesn’t declare friendship forever, I don’t know what does.

But either way, I don’t even care anymore. Because it might be a pessimistic approach, but it’s a realistic approach.

I don’t expect my closest friends to hold on to me after we’ve parted. I mean, sure, it’s nice to drop a message every now and then to reminisce about memories that are clearly over. But to attempt to drag out something that simply has moved on beneath our feet? That’s just setting yourself up for disappointment.

So I’m straight up right now. I’m not even up to my senior year yet, but honestly, I love all my friends dearly and the memories I’ve created in high school will forever be in my heart, … but I’m going to let go of high school and everyone in it once it’s over. That’s just how it’s meant to be.

You Can’t Hold Your Kid’s Hand Their Whole Life

You just can’t.

You can try to guide them in the right direction. You can teach them right from wrong. But you can’t stop them from making mistakes and learning from them. 

I see parenting all over the place where the parents are so obsessed with who their child talks to that they literally try to control their life. You can’t do that. Just like, some point after kindergarten, you can’t really tell your children who they can and can’t hang out with.

I’m so sick of parents trying to adjust a kids life and try to keep them away from people who will give them ‘bad ideas’. In fact, I think kids, especially teenagers should be exposed to these ‘bad influences’. You know why? So they can learn to say NO.

Everyone should be offered an illegal drink or a cigarette as soon as they step into high school just so they can practice saying “No, that’s really not good for me” instead of having to depend on their parents to keep them away from those people in the first place.

Because parent’s can’t shield you from the bad world forever.

You need to see the reality. You need to be exposed to stuff that could lead you down the wrong path just so you could learn to make that turn and do the right thing.

Cuz at the end of the day, your parents don’t have that power- YOU DO.

It’s Been A Year…?

.. And I’m still not a popular blogger?

Oh wells, story of my life. Not like I really put the effort into it, huh?

So WordPress has just awarded me with this notification alerting me that I have managed to keep this blog for a year and to “keep up the good blogging” and I guess now’s the time to look back and see what I’ve actually accomplished in the last year of blogging.

Well for starters, I think one of the first things I realized that is that it takes a bit of an effort to actually get followers and the dream of instantly getting my blog so popular that I can make a living off of it is completely baseless and irrational.

Fine. And then I had the theme dilemma. I still do. By the way, what do you guys think of this theme?

It looks very teenager-y, don’t you think? I thought it would fit and look kind of sassy being that I’m a teenager and sassy and all. But I’m not sure, a part of me is saying it doesn’t look “professional” but then again, this blog is in no way, “professional”.

It’s all the color that is kind of making me tilt my head because it looks a little like puke.. I don’t know. But honestly, I could spend hours looking through different themes and I would never be satisfied. So forget that.

And while we’re on the topic, I never did really learn how to custumize my blog. I mean, I’ve experimented with themes- still experimenting, but I mean like adding all sorts of features and headers and stuff.

But some stuff that would probably make my blog better I just don’t want to add. Like, my picture. This blog is something that’s public- online. Even thought it’s unlikely a lot of people will find my blog on Google or something- it’s kind of weird having strangers see your picture. Plus- I like the idea of a mysterious author.

And I would never include a link to my Facebook. Only a few people in the real world even know I have a blog. I’m not ashamed of it or anything- I just prefer being my own person on here and to me, it would feel so weird to mix my online life with my real life.

I’m the same person… yet I’m not, you know?

Online, I think I’m a bit more open. I can say anything because no one can really point fingers at me and people will only read if they’re interested. I know I’m not boring anyone because otherwise they wouldn’t be reading.

But other than that stuff, I have a few widgets on my blog, which I think are the only few that I feel are necessary.

And sure, I don’t have the greatest amount of followers, and I don’t update all the time.

But I like having this blog. It’s a part of my life. A way to unleash.

So happy blog-a-versary to me!

No, You’re Not Really Above The Rest Of Us

When was the last time you heard a teenager say, “God, teenagers are so stupid these days,” like they are apart from the crowd?

I would tell you how many times I’ve heard just within the last few months but honestly, it’s simply too much to count.

There are too many people out there that think they are better than the rest of us when they’re really not. Maybe they want to be “different” but honestly, simply by trying to hard to be “different” they are all just the same.

The key is accepting it. Just accept who you are, stop trying so hard to define yourself as something and let it be.

I won’t lie, I like being considered different from the typical “teenagers” but you know what, I’m a teenager and no matter how hard I try, I will at times be “a typical teenager”. I admit that.

There’s really no point in leaning back and criticizing other people within your group and then act like you’re not a part of it.

You are. Criticize it all you want, but you are just like that.

For example, people who say, “Oh my gosh, people try so hard to fit in, they are just altering they’re personality every time, it’s pathetic.”

Again, I completely agree. Right up to the point when they say, “I’m so above that. I could never be like that.”

And then they do that. They change up their personality depending on who they’re with.

Again-it’s not SO bad, it’s natural, you don’t even know you’re doing it. But accept it.

Stop living in denial.

And if you’re insulting people who are just like you, you are insulting yourself.

The Past

Lingering in the air like the smell of a long crushed cigarette

Haunting my dreams like a ghost that won’t go away

Shaping my future as if I can’t change it

Judging me in every way possible

The room is silent

Yet the tension is deafening

I want to slice it away with my courage

But it appears to be too thick for my plastic words

With a voice that’s programmed inside my head

It taunts me

And attempts to pull me back

Keep me in the darkness as I blindly reach for the light

Do you think that I have not learned?

Do you mistake my mistakes for intentions?

Do you think I won’t overcome this?

No matter what my past is only I am in control of my future.

Neither you, nor anyone can tell me how to direct my life.

I hold the pen to write the ending to my story.

I am in the driver’s seat driving my life down the path that I want it to go.

You will forever be something I leave behind and watch distantly in my rearview mirror.