You're probably (definitely) sick of my angry rants against the horrors of society, so I decided to do an exposé on the pool party I'm having this weekend.

Yay. Fun.

I'm totally going to have awesome music and stuff. A good 7-10 people are coming and it's gonna be awesome. I'm finally happy. For a little while. I'm going to get some good food, but I don't know what exactly I'll get. Maybe pizza. Or hotdogs. Definitely wings. Hot, spicy, awesome wings, and definitely some chips and some pop. Good times (to come).

So, while I rest in standby-mode peace, I get to be ready for an awesome party this "Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAAAAAAY!". That's some good stuff.

Have some fun this weekend, on the part of me, Willdood.

This is a blog post. It isn't abnormal, it's just another rant about my dislike of society and vice-versa. It has come to my attention that society sucks. Really sucks. Everybody says "duh" or some other primitive sound of the like if you bring up the subject, but nobody really knows how it is until they"ve been in worse situations. Let's face it, my work and effort doing what I love has gone unheeded, and you know why? Because our backward society seems to believe that the more intelligent and intellectual you are and the more effort you put into your work makes a positive impact on your life and your impact on our evolution as a society. But, let's be honest, nobody really gets far unless they're a sheep. A common sheep. The reason is because even though everybody SAYS it's better to be different and to be an individual, nobody who honestly gets far with their goals is truly and individual. True individuals are feared by the people, shunned from their nests to pursue their impossible goals alone. I am an individual. I have my own goals, my own thoughts, my own way of acting towards life, and people always hate me for my ownership of my individuality. People just won't see their wrongdoings and go past that to let us into the open. There are some like me. Come forth and fight. Come forth and be seen. Come forth and join the individualist revolution!

From all the ugly underbellies of society, this is the advocate of reality, telling you all to duck and cover, for the forces of the individuals are coming forth.

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, as you may have come to comprehend, I have returned to my senses. I had a sudden realization two days ago, telling me things I wished to know. I have been saved. Thank you.

On an alternative note, and the main subject of the post, I've recently finished a project on the book "Les Fourmis", or, in english, "Empire of the Ants". The book is AMAZING. The whole story has an anxious feel to it and it makes me really interested, and my mom just told me that I hadn't done my project and when I did, she would give me the second book in the series. I was done the project, A+ and all, when she told me, so there must be something I forgot to do. This is a pain in the ass. But, however, the project went well, and our original idea had everyone on the edge of their seats! AWESOME!

With the swagger of a champion, this is the one and only Willdood, leaving you in the lurch, as I am.

This is a fromal apology to the people who I've known for the past little while. I know I'm a jerk. I know I'm annoying. I know I don't make much sense, but it's you who should apologize to ME. I didn't make a choice. I'm not like you. I think in a completely different way, and nobody has ever really accepted me for who I am. This is, in a way, a sarcastic apology, because it's not even me who's the jerk. You can all shove it, because you just can't get my side of things. Maybe you all have friends who accept your abstract qualities, but that's because it's the acceptable ammount of normality that remains which keeps people with you. I've been abandoned, so I can't help it if I'm not a people person, I just haven't had much practice. So if you're going to sit there and judge what's normal and what's not, well, just pre-screen me into the abnormal category, because you can't handle a different way of thinking. If you need me, then you won't get me back with out a fight. This is my official renouncement of the social way of life. This blog is the last you'll see left of my contact with all of you. So just suck it up and accept it, you goddamned sheep.

For the last time I'll have to tell you, this is Willdood, leaving you.

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.

Man, do I need a more charming personality. They all love do hate, or they're just there and they think I have things to do. Well, that's going to change. I have the power to change, so I will. But at what expense? I may have fun, but should I sacrifice the me that people know to become more fun? I do not know what to do now, and it's time for the people to decide. Should "me" stay or should "me" go? It's too cunfusing to decide. Tell me if I should stay as I am or if I should become a new person.

Conflicted as always, it's Willdood, signing out.

If you're near where I live, you'll know what I mean when I say that this is BULL! It's snowing in April! Now, I've heard people say that this proves that global warming is fake... Wrong! It's all climate change, and I guess we had it coming when it started snowing in late december. Well, that's one problem, and another is the fact that one of my ex-friends is trying to best me at my own game and call himself a musician. Now, I've got two problems. I've got an idiot who thinks he can play guitar with a socalled "blackbelt" who is trying to get me to attack him and a screwed up climate which is taking away valuable biking time, which I have wanted ever since I got my new bike. Not only that, but I've been trying to ask out someone who hasn't been here for almost two weeks now and I'm going insane waiting for her to come back. Will my problems keep piling up? Will I finally get a shred of happiness with my state of affairs? Will I get the girl, get the friend to shut up and get time to bike? Keep tuned in to find out.

This is Willdood, signing out once more.