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Hey, what's up? My name is Chris. I live in Chicago. I'm 22....

I like living life basically. I like a lot of stuff. I'm a lot of stuff. Hmm....I still don't know what this blog is about, but that's okay. I guess it's just my brain in the form of the Internet.I know I don't really have any followers, so posting stuff makes me look kinda crazy. But that's okay. For now.....

These days I'm trying to get my show off the ground, called "Project P". But that's not really the name. I'm protecting it from people. It's an awesome name.

ASK ME ANYTHING

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ungoliantschilde:

Cliff Chiang ~ ’80s Album Homages.

Yes! These are awesome!

(I don’t know the last one though.)

Reblogged from: rottentomatoes via posted by: ungoliantschilde

I’m literally stuck on which one to use.

"a" I think is more general, ‘cause they don’t know me, they don’t know what’s in that document.

But “the” is like…it IS the document I made.

It’s like saying “a book” and “The Bible”. Not to compare my bible with The Bible.

I can’t explain it. I think “a” works for them but “the” works for me. But which does the whole thing justice…………………………………………………………………………………………..?

It’s one damn word………..

fallontonight:

Amy Brenneman’s 9-year-old son is still figuring out what a phone is

Heh heh heh.

Reblogged from: fallontonight via posted by: fallontonight
I have to watch this whole thing. This is….amazing.

I have to watch this whole thing. This is….amazing.

God bless Coldplay.

It’s amazing what music does to you.

I’m almost done editing this query. I just need to push the word “heart” up to page 1.

(Coldplay recorded part of this album here. Gnarly. I still haven’t heard the whole thing though. I bought this like five years ago………..I know………Eventually.)

#Coldplay #Music #iPod #Chicago

God bless Coldplay.

It’s amazing what music does to you.

I’m almost done editing this query. I just need to push the word “heart” up to page 1.

(Coldplay recorded part of this album here. Gnarly. I still haven’t heard the whole thing though. I bought this like five years ago………..I know………Eventually.)

#Coldplay #Music #iPod #Chicago

A few days ago someone asked me…forced me to give them my bookbag. Not a robbery, but…you know how sometimes you can’t say “no”?

It’s kind of symbolic and crap. It’s the same bookbag I had since freshman year of high school. Not the exact same one, but the same make or whatever, the same “model”. I had two “copies”.

But I am done with school. At least this kind. This system failed a person who used to watch PBS late into the night. More like a betrayal.

I’m going on faith here. A weird confidence thing.

I’m doing something dangerous here. I’m playing with my life. Sounds like I’m in a gang or a cult; but I’m just trying to pick up on something that got messed up 13 years ago.

I’m not saying drop out of school, but you’ve gotta live a life. You have to do what’s right for you. I love learning, I have to. Well…I used to learn learning. But…there’s more to life y’know?

I regret not fighting for myself. I regret letting school and a degree or diploma become more important than living on a daily basis. I regret it and it eats at me…sometimes.

Once time is spent it’s gone. Completely gone. I’m kind of sick of regret. So that’s why I’m taking a chance here.

This is a thing from my first semester in community college. I failed English 101, not because I couldn’t do the work: I was just bored as hell. There was no more motivation. 

But most of my English teachers told me I could write, technically. I don’t understand when I still don’t know the difference between “;” and “:”, but they were all kind of like “you can write but you don’t do your work.” I don’t think I’m the best writer. I sure  as hell couldn’t write for a paper but…different types I guess.

I should’ve wrote more stories: good or bad. I don’t remember a lot of my papers from high school, but I remember the characters I made during that time. But I never wrote the way I was supposed to. High school literally made me forget everything important. And I hate that.

And it’s not actually the school’s fault. It is kind of but…

School should never disable you. It should never get you off course. It’s not the only place to be, it’s not the only thing that exists. It’s a tool. And not all tools work on everything.

School was like a Philips screwdriver when I really needed a flathead. Or something like that.

But look at the date on that paper. Four years almost. Four years I can never get back. I was 18; I’m 22 now.

And I could’ve been better. That’s true for a lot of things. I’m not what I was supposed to be. I focused on all the wrong things. Life takes priority: not school or career. If that makes your life better, if you need it for your life: go for it. But your ability to be you takes priority. We work to live easier, we don’t live to work.

So here I am, trying to cram…13…8…however many years into the past two and a half. You have people my age with pages and stacks of “being themselves”. All I have is “Project P”.

And I know I could be better. I know I’m still learning. But I can’t keep living my life like this, so I’m trying to break the system. It’s nuts when I say it out loud, but I am trying.

And there’s no place to fail; no time. There’s no room to grieve if this fails. I’m thankful for what I have, but there’s more to life. It’s why I can’t pick up any of the almost hundred volumes of manga that I have. It’s why my video games are collecting dust. I love all that stuff, but I need more. There’re different parts of life.

I could have all the money in the word and be as thankful as I want, I could sincerely love what I have (like I do now): but there’s still more to life.

I could’ve stayed in school, been more financially stable now (God knows I’m in a risky situation now), but I chose to go after a life. I love having money, I love what it buys, but there’s more.

I’m 22, when you look at 8 (the time since freshman year of high school) or 13 years (the time since I started going to school in the city)..however long I’ve been off track…that’s a big percent of my time on this Earth. I’m thankful for the good, but the bad sucks balls.

I’m in endgame here. And even if this works…I still have other demons that’ll eat at me. But I have to try here.

I’m worn out, overweight, with dry hair and skin, I can barely get any sleep, my chest’s been stinging a little lately, I’ve been a little lightheaded: but I gotta keep going.

Time is killing me here. Everything I want I want in the present, my heart isn’t beating in the future. I guess you could also say it’s not in the past either, but the past is a whole other problem.

Part of me’s like “I can’t fail”. But the other part of me looks at this timeline I have and it’s like “…how can I do this?”

I’m trying to manipulate time. Fit what should have been almost a decade of growth and experience and push it into this little pocket of time. Then if I make it work, enjoy it before I have another life breakdown.

So maybe I should stop seeing it as “risking my life”. My life isn’t what it should be: that’s the problem. I’m not risking anything, I’m trying to set things to the way they’re supposed to be. That’s like saying “risking peace to fight for racial equality”. Racial equality is the normal, me doing all this is normal. I’m just doing what’s normal anyway. I should stop beating myself up in that way.

I’m just sick of waking up and just being like this. I know where I should be. Should. Not where I want to be, it’s not a wish; it’s the natural. There’s no justification here. Who can tell me I’m not allowed to breathe? 

I should’ve fought harder. In everything. To me wanting to write, to all the times I never wanted to go to a barber shop, to all those times I didn’t like my clothes. I should…I wish I would’ve fought harder.

And how do I feel about they really…I don’t know. I guess I shouldn’t beat myself up for not taking more stands for myself…I know how I was when I was younger. But the outside didn’t match the inside. And nothing can change that. I can’t move on from that. I can’t…

But how do you control time?

A few days ago someone asked me…forced me to give them my bookbag. Not a robbery, but…you know how sometimes you can’t say “no”?

It’s kind of symbolic and crap. It’s the same bookbag I had since freshman year of high school. Not the exact same one, but the same make or whatever, the same “model”. I had two “copies”.

But I am done with school. At least this kind. This system failed a person who used to watch PBS late into the night. More like a betrayal.

I’m going on faith here. A weird confidence thing.

I’m doing something dangerous here. I’m playing with my life. Sounds like I’m in a gang or a cult; but I’m just trying to pick up on something that got messed up 13 years ago.

I’m not saying drop out of school, but you’ve gotta live a life. You have to do what’s right for you. I love learning, I have to. Well…I used to learn learning. But…there’s more to life y’know?

I regret not fighting for myself. I regret letting school and a degree or diploma become more important than living on a daily basis. I regret it and it eats at me…sometimes.

Once time is spent it’s gone. Completely gone. I’m kind of sick of regret. So that’s why I’m taking a chance here.

This is a thing from my first semester in community college. I failed English 101, not because I couldn’t do the work: I was just bored as hell. There was no more motivation.

But most of my English teachers told me I could write, technically. I don’t understand when I still don’t know the difference between “;” and “:”, but they were all kind of like “you can write but you don’t do your work.” I don’t think I’m the best writer. I sure as hell couldn’t write for a paper but…different types I guess.

I should’ve wrote more stories: good or bad. I don’t remember a lot of my papers from high school, but I remember the characters I made during that time. But I never wrote the way I was supposed to. High school literally made me forget everything important. And I hate that.

And it’s not actually the school’s fault. It is kind of but…

School should never disable you. It should never get you off course. It’s not the only place to be, it’s not the only thing that exists. It’s a tool. And not all tools work on everything.

School was like a Philips screwdriver when I really needed a flathead. Or something like that.

But look at the date on that paper. Four years almost. Four years I can never get back. I was 18; I’m 22 now.

And I could’ve been better. That’s true for a lot of things. I’m not what I was supposed to be. I focused on all the wrong things. Life takes priority: not school or career. If that makes your life better, if you need it for your life: go for it. But your ability to be you takes priority. We work to live easier, we don’t live to work.

So here I am, trying to cram…13…8…however many years into the past two and a half. You have people my age with pages and stacks of “being themselves”. All I have is “Project P”.

And I know I could be better. I know I’m still learning. But I can’t keep living my life like this, so I’m trying to break the system. It’s nuts when I say it out loud, but I am trying.

And there’s no place to fail; no time. There’s no room to grieve if this fails. I’m thankful for what I have, but there’s more to life. It’s why I can’t pick up any of the almost hundred volumes of manga that I have. It’s why my video games are collecting dust. I love all that stuff, but I need more. There’re different parts of life.

I could have all the money in the word and be as thankful as I want, I could sincerely love what I have (like I do now): but there’s still more to life.

I could’ve stayed in school, been more financially stable now (God knows I’m in a risky situation now), but I chose to go after a life. I love having money, I love what it buys, but there’s more.

I’m 22, when you look at 8 (the time since freshman year of high school) or 13 years (the time since I started going to school in the city)..however long I’ve been off track…that’s a big percent of my time on this Earth. I’m thankful for the good, but the bad sucks balls.

I’m in endgame here. And even if this works…I still have other demons that’ll eat at me. But I have to try here.

I’m worn out, overweight, with dry hair and skin, I can barely get any sleep, my chest’s been stinging a little lately, I’ve been a little lightheaded: but I gotta keep going.

Time is killing me here. Everything I want I want in the present, my heart isn’t beating in the future. I guess you could also say it’s not in the past either, but the past is a whole other problem.

Part of me’s like “I can’t fail”. But the other part of me looks at this timeline I have and it’s like “…how can I do this?”

I’m trying to manipulate time. Fit what should have been almost a decade of growth and experience and push it into this little pocket of time. Then if I make it work, enjoy it before I have another life breakdown.

So maybe I should stop seeing it as “risking my life”. My life isn’t what it should be: that’s the problem. I’m not risking anything, I’m trying to set things to the way they’re supposed to be. That’s like saying “risking peace to fight for racial equality”. Racial equality is the normal, me doing all this is normal. I’m just doing what’s normal anyway. I should stop beating myself up in that way.

I’m just sick of waking up and just being like this. I know where I should be. Should. Not where I want to be, it’s not a wish; it’s the natural. There’s no justification here. Who can tell me I’m not allowed to breathe?

I should’ve fought harder. In everything. To me wanting to write, to all the times I never wanted to go to a barber shop, to all those times I didn’t like my clothes. I should…I wish I would’ve fought harder.

And how do I feel about they really…I don’t know. I guess I shouldn’t beat myself up for not taking more stands for myself…I know how I was when I was younger. But the outside didn’t match the inside. And nothing can change that. I can’t move on from that. I can’t…

But how do you control time?

71+ People…..😟

I wrote this junk last night.

#Writing #Screenwriting #ProjectP

71+ People…..😟

I wrote this junk last night.

#Writing #Screenwriting #ProjectP

absconds:

absconds:

if u have a crush on me please stand up 

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Hah hah hah!

(Source: matsuoka-rin)

Reblogged from: djaugustus via posted by: matsuoka-rin

helioscentrifuge:

asgardreid:

sextronautt:

we live in a world where the pizza arrives faster than the police

Well the pizza driver faces consequences when their job isn’t done right.

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Dayuuuum.

Reblogged from: djaugustus via posted by: sextronautt
Person: Did your friends come back from school this summer? I didn't see them.
Me: Yeah but they're gone now.
[The person starts to walk away. Then—]
Person: (motivational bs) You know; you're as smart if not smarter than them.
Me: (puts my hand on my chest like a vain elitist from the old days) I don't consider myself a failure.
Person: I'm not saying you are. I just don't feel that you're doing anything beneficial.
Me: (sighs heavy and sinks my face into my arm; kind of smirks)
I'm tired of talking. Truly.