Epic Mood-Ruining Rant Part II

As a matter of fact, the 1% of the time you are happy, it's probably because of some flaw, some relapse in your consciousness that causes you to momentarily forget about how awful the world is today. Or always. Whatever floats your slowly but surely sinking boat. Tomorrow is going to be just as awful as today was. Tomorrow is just like today. Every day is just like the last day, and the next day. The only reason any of you wouldn't believe so is because of the way society has constructed their own schedule and forced you to conform to it. Everyone in the modern world could tell you that you're supposed to work during the "week" and you're supposed to have fun during the "weekend."

Epic Mood-Ruining Rant, Part I

"I never understood the concept of wishing at 11:11. Your wish is going to be unfulfilled and disappointing at any other time of the day, why wait until you're about to go to sleep? I like to ruin my days early off, so I don't even have the prospect of being happy. The prospect of being happy is just about as disappointing as the fact that your wishes wont come true 99% of the time, because the chance of you being happy is equally low." To be continued...

11/11/11 11:11 is coming. Brace yourselves for the Facebook status', the Twitter updates, and the teenage girls sending you texts reminding you to wish.

November is my melancholic ranting month.

So, I'm going to rant about stuff. Stuff I don't like. Stuff I do like. Stuff other people like, and I don't really have an opinion on, but I'll still rant about them just because I like to spark up controversy and be argumentative. The list could go on.

Rant about them in one blog post? Too mainstream. Seeing as how I can't find the time to take thirty minutes out of my daily schedule of getting overly-excited when one person "likes" one of my incredibly insightful status on Facebook and playing the five real chords and one chord that's probably a chord but I just kind of made up in different sequences and tempos on the guitar I stole from my parents closet in an attempt to make something cool sounding, I'm just going to disperse my rant that I've already written over the next week, or month, or however long I feel like it, because I can do what I want, and also because forget you, society.

Also, that last sentence was over 100 words long. I'm mentally patting myself on the back right now.

So there.