These kids today

Ok, here's what I don't get...What is with kids today? Now I realize that I'm only 19 myself, but I was just at a party that was probably one of the most ridiculous things I've ever seen.

Now...the May Long Weekend is supposed to be a time for partying...that's it, that's all...as far as I'm concerned. And there's nothing wrong with high school kids getting in on that. As a matter of fact, it's probably the best time for high schoolers to learn how to party right. Make plans so you won't get caught. Learn those lessons that can be passed down, and used the following years to avoid police and in the case I experienced tonight C.O.'s.

But if tonight's experience proved anything, these kids haven't learnt anything. Were they not listening when these fables and legends of the past were told? No, I don't think they were, because when my two comrades and I pulled up to, what we thought would be just a small gathering in a campsite, was actually more close to a mosh pit in the middle of the street. We pulled up and I asked "Is Pearl Jam playing at one of these campsites, because this is fucking stupid". Do these kids not know that you are supposed to have several small party's spread out all over the place and people move around from party to party. In my experience that's the way it's supposed to be, at least for this particular weekend.

I know that I learnt from the mistakes of the past. I learnt from the legends and so did others, and there was peace and if authority figures of some kind had to become involved I had nothing to do with it and neither did the people I was with. Only the people who hadn't learned the lessons were. But it was never anything like this....I have never seen anything like this on a may long weekend at the Madge Lake campground....all you can say is that it was utter insanity...that's about it...maybe add a "fuck" in there somewhere...that's it.

Youngblood

Just a post

I dwell over things way too much. I really do. I sit and I over think shit and become paranoid and try and conceive all possibilities to a particular situation and how they can come to be and how to avert them if necessary. I over think shit and worry or I get ahead of myself and assume that something great is going to happen and in the end I get nothing but disappointment because what I think is going to happen never does. I’m surprised I got my job back from last summer because I just assumed that I would, so that should automatically meant that I wouldn’t get the job. I guess I finally lucked out.

I do all this and take up so much of my brain power that I can’t focus on anything but what I have to worry about that particular day, hence why my hair is slowly saying goodbye to my scalp. That in itself is a paradox. The theory is that it’s falling out because I worry too much, and all it does is make me worry more, so more hair just falls out! DAMMIT!!!!

If I focused all the mental energy I use up worrying about shit and thinking about things that will never happen, I’d probably have the marks in school that I should be having; I’d be more confidence in myself (and with that a have a girl, because according to that Cosmo at Abigail’s place, that’s what chicks want); not be loosing my hair; and probably be able to do decent posts for you fine people more often.

I know that everyone worry’s about shit, and I’m sure there are those that do more than I, but it’s still a complete and utter annoyance, and people telling me to just not worry so much doesn’t do shit. “Don’t worry so much” they say. Well that’s some great advice; you must have gone to Harvard to come up with that one.

…Well… I just had to get that out. I think that’s the closest I’ve ever come to bitching about what kind of day I had on this thing.

Youngblood

To Beach or not to Beach, that is the question.

So I was shovelling sand today and I started thinking about the beach. Who decides where a beach is going to go, and where do they get all that sand? Sure some of it could be there naturally, but they must have to get some from like a sand pit or something. But some of those beaches are so big they must have to go to a few different pits, and it's not like there's a sand pit every 10 miles or anything. They'd have to haul it in from all over, just for beach.......that was a pretty useless thought.

I love going to the beach. Sure, you don't find a whole lot of nude beaches around here, but hey you don't need them. To me, going to the beach is one of the most relaxing things you can do. I don't need naked chicks walking by and distracting me while I play football. I mean, I've been hit in the head more than I need to be, so I don't need be getting distracted and getting smoked in the head by a football. It hurts and it's embarrassing. That's a double whammy!

Alot of people prefer going to a pool over the beach. Now I'm a firm believer in everyone has thier own oppinion and preferences, but to these people I say: get bent and get real. The beach is where it's at! People, vollyball, football, frisbie, half naked hotties. Where can you go wrong?

I love the beach, and whenever someones up for going I'm there! You can't much better than the beach. (except if you're talking about that movie with Dicaprio, then in that case you can get a lot better)

Youngblood

Youngblood at the Movies

This weekend I watched A Very Brady Sequel. I honestly think that I am dumber from watching it. I really do. Most movies I step back and take a fair look at it and examine the positives and negatives of it. It’s kind of tough with this one. I never felt so drained mentally after watching a movie, not even after Dude Where’s My Car or Scooby Doo.

This movie pushes a limit that…that I don’t even know what it is. It’s just a limit of something…not stupidity…but cheesiness. Ya, cheesiness! I realize that the makers of the movie wanted to make it as cheesy as they could, but I think they didn’t just miss their mark, but they flew by it a light speed and kept on going. I have no problem with what they did with the first movie. It was cheesy, but not like this. Oh not like this! This was some kind of new level that I don’t think that they even thought about reaching!

But in actuality the filmmakers can’t be the ones blamed for this atrocity. The actors can’t be blamed either. The one man responsible for this torture (and I do mean torture. Strap someone to a chair and pt this in front of them and they’ll confess to anything just so you’ll shut it off) is Sherwood Schwartz.

Good old Sherwood might not have had anything to do with the making of this movie, but he did create The Brady Bunch (and Gilligan’s Island), so in turn he is the one to blame for this. DAMN YOU SHERWOOD!!

I do realize that they were spoofing the show and bay making it uber-cheesy, that was just part of the spoof. I just think they took it a little too far. They made them dumb people, and on the show the Brady’s weren’t dumb. The one actually funny part of the movie was the sexual tension between Marcia and Greg, and them trying to figure out if it was wrong if it was wrong for them to hook up (you know, because they’re not really brother and sister just half). It was kind of creepy, but still kind of funny. They do also have a few good jokes; mostly they’re all play-on-words kind of thing.

So for doing what they set out to do, but torturing the audience for doing it; and having a few laughs, I’m giving A Very Brady Sequel »» out of 5

Youngblood

I'm sorry, now I'm back, thanks for waiting

Ok, I'm back and apologies all around for not posting in a week and to make it up to you I'm even doing this one on a weekend. I know that's a pretty crappy way to make it up to you but hey, it's all I gots right now. I haven't even been on the internet for almost a week. To take up time posts I'm probably going to do a lot more movie reviews or whatever you want to call them, considering that's all I've been doing lately, watching movies.

When I say that I haven't been on the 'net for almost a week automatically means that I haven't checked my e-mail for the same amount of time. Just before doing this post I checked it and all I had was 3 e-mails. One was the anonymous post asking if I was going to post over the summer. Another was junk and the last was porn from my cousin which I didn't even bother to let load because I'm on dial-up and it probably wouldn't have been done until the morning.

Then I thought about for a second: I haven't checked my inbox for damn near a week, and that's I all I got. A comment, junk and porn. I appreciate the comment, I look forward to those most over pretty much any e-mail I get. Porn is porn, whatever. Everyone gets it, its nothing new. And grand ye olde junk mail. Woo Hoo! That's it! That's all I get! Whenever I see people checking their e-mail its full of stuff, and not all junk. I aspire to be like that one day. I'm not asking everyone to start e-mailing me right away. This isn't a cry for help "Oh look at me the poor e-mail-less guy". It's just a thought I had.

Back with more this week. Sorry again for the wait....it's so unlike me.

Youngblood