Damn it! Once more, I've got not a shred of inspiration for some lyrics. But, because I know nothing's gonna happen anytime soon, I've started writing something, and I've brushed off a few chapters to start it off. But I don't know if I'll stick with it, it's a commitment that I don't think I can commit to. But if you think that it'll work, post a comment! Always looking for comments

Still wondering what to do with my life, this is Willdood, signing off.

Well, if you've been watching the Comedy Network (The canadian equivalent of Comedy Central) then you've seen the commercials for the new sketch comedy show Hotbox. It's been bugging me for a while, and I've been dying for the night it premieres, which happens to be June 2nd... Today! Yup, if you live in Canada then you should be prepared for this bizarre show. It's full of the best of the random canadian actors who are unknow but awesome. I'm waiting patiently for 10 p.m. tonight when it premieres, and I hope you are too. But I may not watch it, because I have to wake up early and that hinders my television schedule.

On a less television-related note, I'm finally getting work! My father owns a few properties here in London and is renting them for a good cost. He's going to pay me to keep his site updated and help him work on the new houses. His site is www.hyland-properties.weebly.com, but don't go until later, because it's not quite ready yet. He's going to be buying a domain name really soon though.

Until I type once more, this is Willdood, signing off again.

Here's another of my annoyed posts for you. This one is about the fact that nobody really cares. Earlier this week, me and this guy named Marc were jamming. This gave me an idea for the song of the century. It was going to be the best, the overwhelmingly best song in the last decade, but there's something holding me back - my band. You know them probably, they're called... umm... nothing. Because NOBODY seems to be interested in the GOOD type of music, the type wich requires skill and creativity to play. That's rock music. The antithesis of rap music like the ever-so-famous computer-generated song 'A Milli'. Now, you'd think that a song with a basic drum beat and the words 'a milli' repeated endlessly for at least five minutes would get the rating that someone would give to a pile of crap at a pie contest, but no, the world somkehow decided that talent is not required. What has the music industry come to?

Well, playing my songs alone, this is Willdood, hanging his head in shame.

Well, I went to that party, but I could only dance for a little while before I fell into my usual slump. If you don't already know, I'm hopelessly in love, and that's been dragging me down ever since I stared into her eyes. She makes me feel great, but I just can't bear to tell her, because if you don't already know the feeling, you can't empathise. But, however, I did get encouraging comments from my friends, and I got to vent a little, so that's got me going a little easier, but I'm still stuck in that horrible one-way-love situation, and I may not get back out.
In other news, I might start writing. I had an idea for a book, but that stuff never works, so it might not happen.
On a lovestruck note, this is Willdood, signing off with dignity, I hope.

I'm goin' to a party soon. Formal attire, awesome stuff. Plus, I'll probably have something to write about :)

Well, I'll be back soon with an actual post.
Willdood out!

As I type, my beef with the little things that make life suck increases rapidly, and I seem to be played out in my personal style choices. Not many whom I have met truly have justification to their ways of presenting themselves to the world, because they don't think like the way they dress, act like the way they dress, or even like the way they dress. That is what I call being a "sheep". Style is not the way you want others to see you, it's the way you make others accept your personality, and the way people have been making themselves seem is quite played out. Do not make yourselves look the way you do because it's "cool", do it because you want people to see what you're like inside when they don't care to look closer. That is the best way, in my opinion, that you can be heard when nobody's listening, and that makes you more "cool" than whatever the common fashion is. Lose the chains of the "regular" look and get with it, because if you ask me, no red or green or pink is the "new black", only what you choose can dictate the way you see your own "new black".

Keepin' the pressure at bay, this is the one and only Willdood, signing off my own way.

Today, I had a nice, painful conversation with my brother's annoying insensitive friend. He has to be the most UNINFORMED person I've ever been mooched off of. If it would get him to leave us alone, I would set him straight, but he would just take his rich-ass face into our basement while complaining how he's not my friend anymore and he'll sue us, followed by playing our videogames and not leaving. Now, I can deal with other people's beliefs, but I won't accept this idiot's insensitivity at all. He is a racist, he wants to have Obama out of office because he wants to change the U.S. and he is a religious freak. Not a religious person or a religious observer but a religious FREAK. Religion may be good for some, but this guy needs to see that he isn't right, and that he needs to get his own opinions instead of his crooked parents' opinions. I swear, if he comes over and trys to convert us to his insane turbo-christianity one more time, I'm going to explode. People need to understand that they're not always right. Even I know when I've been beaten (Not often :D) and I want everyone to see that the world has changed, and you need to look away from the face of God and into the face of reality, as otherwise you won't differenciate between fiction and truth.

This is Willdood, looking for a way to reason.