Snails Don't Really Explode, Don't Worry

#1 ~~ October 16, 2015 ~~ Fire Fire, Steam Powered Giraffe

So I've been super into steampunk--as of late. This love for steampunk began about a week ago when I found out that Dan Avidan, co-host of the YouTube channel, Game Grumps, and lead singer of Ninja Sex Party, was releasing a new song with his long lost indie band, Skyhill, called "Firefly." After getting through that excitement, I decided to listen through their entire, one and only album, Run with the Hunted, on Spotify.

Then I thought, "Oh hey, I should try to find other groups like Skyhill," so I made a Skyhill radio and came across this lovely song called "Honeybee" by Steam Powered Giraffe, a band that sounds nothing like Skyhill, but I have absolutely no complaints on the matter. I had that song on repeat so much and greatly insisted that everyone else listen to it as well, of whom only two people did--one of whom I also got quite addicted as well--but whatever, the others haven't the slightest idea what they are missing out on--and I insisted they--"melt in harmonies and drown in their creativity!" Goodness, does this band have amazing harmonies. Their themes run on steam power, and the lead singers are painted and dressed to be the one and only singing automatons, produced by Walter Robotics. Ever since last week, I've been addicted to steampunk and have been churning out the Steam Powered Giraffe, The Cog is Dead, and Professor Elemental train like crazy. I'm having the roughest silent debate over whether Steam Powered Giraffe is my new favorite band, or if it's still My Chemical Romance.

Anyway, aside from steampunk, I've been doing pretty much the same old thing--I suppose I've become stuck in robotics like those singing automatons. I do this online school thing and I'm super ahead in my classes. It's pretty much--wake up around 6:30-7:00am and start school at around 7:00-8:00am, hopefully to finish by around 1:00pm or 2:00pm--3:00pm at the latest, of course.

But if there were anything different about today, I suppose I made the mistake of accidentaly drinking caffeinated coffee, causing myself to get mad jitters, thus eating an entire burrito in about a minute. I can hardly even finish a burrito most of the time, let alone eat it like a tall person eats. I had to finish up school things early, because all I could do was frantically sing steampunk songs and tap my toes on the floor at 88 miles per hour. (Actually I don't even know if I put enough hours in to be considered present at school, oh no!)

Speaking of 88 miles per hour--the high school I used to go to is having this homecoming thing that's Back to the Future (best movie ever) themed, and I'm confident that most students at that damned school don't even know what Back to the Future is. And to add, more like subtract from it, my ex-douche-beard is running for homecoming king, or whatever. Since when did that guy have the balls? I bet it's for college. Do colleges recognize stuff like that? I wouldn't know. It's not my scene, and I could have hardly expected it to be his either. Oh well, you think you know a guy--well actually I don't think I ever knew him at all. He's not worth it, honestly.

I did swing by there today to see people--well, my friends I mean, of which I only have like, I dunno, two or three--and to just flipping go outside. I hardly ever go outside. I'm using that high school as an outlet to see my friends, since I used to go there and abandoned it due to its unsatisfactory ways of teaching, the teachers holding me back from learning freely as I wished. (Now I get to stay home, and move ahead in my classes--and afterwards do whatever. Mostly, I've been playing The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth. When I'm not playing it, I'm watching someone on Twitch.tv play it. It's a great game, and I'm pretty mediocre at it.)

One of my friends actually is moving away to like, Indiana or something. Super random. My little sister and I actually hatched this idea to give him a roll of toilet paper (because he's "a pizza. . . a pizza shit" <--a joke JonTron made during the first year of Game Grumps) as his early birthday present since he wont be here for his birthday at the end of the month. He received it and sent a picture to me saying, "I'm still five days older than you." That guy always gave me crap about how he's five days older than me. I actually became friends with a guy who is a day older than that guy , but he gives that guy as well as myself crap about that--and well, I don't mind, really. I'm not easy to insult like I used to be. And it's nice to have finally made a friend in, like. . .well I can't remember the last time I made a new friend.

Anyway, my point is with my friend gone, the dude I just met and my little sister will be the only real reasons for me to show up at that place. I mean, honestly, I hardly even talk to the friend who's moving away. And besides that, like I said, going outside is a thing I should do, and in this boring, grey, polluted, grey suburbia of L.A. County, there's no real reason to want to go outside than to just not be inside. . .

". . .Fire Fire, burns much brighter when oxygen is the supplier. . ."