For some reason I kinda feel like something significant needs to happen to warrant a tumblr post…..maybe I just don’t understand social media

my god i haven’t been on here in sooo long.

You know with school encroaching on all free time now. My poor “social life” it’s the only thing hibernating this wintering… and this blog I suppose. Hmmmm what’s been going on lately? Well, homework for one but I guess it’s a little better than last semester considering my current English class. I’ve also been in a play (LHS Thater yeah!) called Crimes of the Heart, tonight’s closing night (7pm at LHS Sabina you’d better be there dammit! bring the “man”boy) and dammit I’m excited. But for right now I’m “doing homework” and listening to Preston Pugmire’s song Soundtrack. Oh and i think I’ve found the best website http://rookiemag.com/ check it out guys. Well shit it’s nearly call time (I know 5:30 for a 7pm show?)      

This song just makes me really friggin happy

dadsaretheoriginalhipster:

Your dad played the banjo before you did and he’s got the finger picking skills to prove it. In his quest to become a renaissance man of the obscure instrument world, he discovered the Tennessee 4 string. With a knife and his musical axe, he set off to hike the Appalachian Trail AKA the purest place on the planet to learn banjo. The woodland spirits showed him the chords and moonshine fueled his lessons. When he emerged from the wilderness 2,181 miles later, he had killed a bear, seduced mother nature and became a nimble-fingered, mother plucking prodigy of the hillbilly guitar. On quiet nights along the trail you can still hear his songs resonating through the trees and serenading the wilderness. 

So hipsters, next time you’re twanging strings while claiming to enjoy an unenjoyable instrument and dreaming that someday your folk band might become obscurely popular, remember this…

Your dad is the only man in history who has ever played something on the banjo that didn’t make listeners envy Beethoven and his inability to hear.   

Thanks to LG for today’s awesome photo. 

And it’s funny because I play the banjo……

For the first time in a while I actually couldn’t believe what I was reading. Definition of a bitch you ask? According to this trash we are, “Women who speak their mind rather than bite their tongue”. So those who… defy 1890s era gender roles? It also turns out that, “Not only is anger and aggression in a woman the fault of her genetics, but it may be passed down to your daughters, too. Yikes” Thankfully, “If it’s too late to change your woman, you can keep hope for your daughters”, because apparently a daughter with opinions is a shocking, if not, unbearable thought! Fortunately you can “nurture” your bitch into better behaviour.

The tagline truly got me, I just have to include this close-minded sexist horror

“If you can’t handle bitchy women, I suggest you don’t date them or procreate with them. Until then, you can just patiently wait for that magic pill to come out that treats or curbs anger and aggression”  (emphasis my own)

So about a week ago I went up to our friendly neighbourhood university’s psychology department. There were going to record my brainwaves, and “analyze my personality… yeah. So I learned I’m an independent, domineering, autonomous, punk ass, like even more-so than I thought. I still don’t know how I feel about this… 

IMA ROBOT- Greenback Boogie (yes i know it’s that one tv show’s theme but it’s still a damn good song)

tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

I have to admit a robot asking me questions.. freaks me out a bit

Oh look McCarthyism’s back!

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