Zombie.

And with every blog title a song,

I think it's almost protocol to say something about them.

Or at least music in general.

And that I like it.

I'm listening to it now.

(The Police, to be exact.)

And that music is the human expression of emotion and love and

Everything.

And I'm feeling a little "I'm So Tired" and "Blackbird" right now.

Because the Beatles had a song for every event or feeling.

Even that awkward moment where you want to hold someone's hand.

It's a very opportune song, I suppose.

Away from that thought-train now, please.

And onto something societal.

Society seems to base your life success on two factors.

A) Money.

B) Children.

I don't care for either.

Money corrupts and children are parasites. (Yes, even me. I'm a horrible parasite...)

And it's as though you're not successful if you don't care about money

Or if you decide children would be a hindrance on your life.

My mother will go," when I was her age I had a full time job and a kid."

Well good for you mother, but people are different.

And the fact that the neighbors don't have kids sort of spooks people.

Like two people in love MUST have some physical sign of their love.

That's what herpes is for. (Haha, joke time.)

So let's bring on the rounds of disappointment and self-loathing!!

Yeah!

Because letting everyone down was so my life's goal!

Because disliking children and

Deciding that a passion for what you do is more important than a paycheck

Apparently makes me somewhat of a failure from what I've been able to deduce in a meager 16 years.

I've much to learn, of course.

And people always say, "Oh, you'll change your mind! Someday you'll want kids."

Well when that day comes please smack me with something. Hard.

It'd be much appreciated.

Awesome.

Anyways.

Silly society...

It's so crucial though...

And I'm thinking that someone else sang "I've Found a Reason"

But I'm only listening to the Velvet Underground version...

If there even is another version.

There was something else that needed to be said.

Possibly a word on my current zombie-like stage.

I'm a living Claratin commercial...

"Got allergy fog?"

Well hell yes, I do, actually.

Ahh, no.

Alas, it was about my current texting situation.

And regardless of the fact that nobody cares,

I'm still typing.

I'm being ridiculously happy in one,

Because it's about awesome prospects of weekend maritimes.

Although there are no boats involved.

Such a horrible sentence.

Because of the lack of boats.

(This makes me what to be near the sea though. But what doesn't?)

But, on the other hand.

I'm talking about my weird little quirks.

Like staring at his arms?

Yes.

I do that.

I like his arms.

And there was a sappy text to explain that.

My liking of his lovely arms.

And how I'd love to be wrapped up in them.

So it's a balance of happiness (without boats) and of longing and sappiness.

So much teenage humility in these things.

That boat would come in handy about now.

I'll just go for a sail and forget that his arms exist.

And the sea winds will be all I need to be sustained,

All salty and cutting,

And cool.

And I'll be that speck of sail amongst all the sweet grey-blue.

Of the sea,

Which my heart also belongs to.

And lookee there, a little rhyme about my dearest affinity for the body of water that connects and divides the land masses with the humans who so plague me. How silly, they don't all plague me...

So it's time to leave.

To get to other, more important business.

Mostly dreaming.

But pay no mind.

Adieu, my lovelies.

And.

I love you.