a little untitled poem about seclusion and self-desolation, your welcome

He walks down the line
from home, from friends
from himself in a way
first he builds a fence
no one tries to climb
himself deluded, and others eluded
far from those who told him right
from wrong and all in between
the fence is weak,
he builds the wall
but a wall only blocks one side
he builds three more
and fears the sky
he builds the ceiling
finally secluded, total peace
safe from the sky, and all of the beasts

Maybe If I Cloned Myself...

... I'd be more active around here.


Sorry about the break. Things are so hectic with me moving into my dorm this saturday.

Yikes!

Now onto the better news.

I recently got spurred on for a short story concept, i hope to post it up in not too long.

and i'm thinking of making a video to post up too. not a vlog, but an actual attempt at comedy or something.

and now for a blog game!

Okay, so when you comment blogs you have to type what you see in some box. and its always blurry and rippled neon letters.

I want you to post what yours is and then make up a definition for it as though it were a word.

Heres from my last comment.

Sheemat - slang term for an extremely passive woman.

That's horrible.

Roger Ebert Was Right

Inglourious Basterds IS AMAZING!

I just got back from seeing it and, i'm not going to lie, i was a little upset during the previews,

1. I am sick and freaking tired of apocalypse, end of days movies. I had more respect for John Cusack before 2012. I'll just have to watch Say Anything again.

2. Behind me are not 1, not 2, but 7, count em', 7 kids under the age of 15. Now, I'm 18, but maturity-wise, that's lightyears from 15. They were so loud, and obnoxious through the whole movie. Like okay kids, it's a Tarantino movie, it's going to be violent, you don't have to shout what the hell just because someone put a pillow over a nazi's head and stabbed him in the face.

Regardless I am in love with the movie.

Christoph Waltz and Brad Pitt were the largest larger-than-life character's ever written.

Brad Pitt's character, at least in my opinion, was more likeable that Mickey Mouse.

Simply put, the movie is bad ass.

There is violence, but it's almost an art form.

Tons of cool images too.

I would give him my 8.50 at least two more times.

Heres the best i could find on youtube as far as scenes are concerned.

A Video! A Poem! A Little Bit of Spice Makes The Blog Look Nice!

I had fun with videos today.


Sorry about the audio, and i HATE my voice. and sad attempts at humor.
My inspiration was the line from a song off of Blink - 182's self titled album on a song called asthenia. he says "Should i go back, should i go back, should i?" and that just ran through my head the whole time.

Where are you, Houston?
Drifting away in the endless infinity
Thinking to go back or stay in serenity
Now looking down at you all
This world is sick This world is dieing
If you want to blame something
Go ahead and blame others
Look to yourself and your so-called-brothers and sisters who
Everyday make it only worse for you
So up here in the so called peaceful anarchy of my space machine
Looking down at the world I know, so obscene
And obese with hatred and false-hope
For a brighter future
Our future, we are the future, we are your future
Devices of exploitation you use to fulfill your own lives
Fulfilling the fantasies you never fully fulfilled
Ending there dreams by putting them into the forever sleep
Deep in that world of all nothing
Through that black a light I see when I peer
Down this tunnel there is no other side, just a freight train of shattered hope
Do I go back to my world below?
Or stay in the tranquility I now know

Pretty grim stuff. Oh and my room mate emailed me again, he seems to be really all about having a rug. he basically told me today his rug is 5 x 7. do i even need a rug in college? Also, i ate devil fries today. They are so amazing. It's just fries with wing sauce in cheese. How can something called devil fries taste so divine. that's all for now.

I'm supposed to be mowing the lawn, but i'm wasting time.

I was looking up remixes today. Just of anything. Even people making songs based on lines in movies. Everytime you watch this video, a child gets adopted.




most people think of remixes as being of rap songs, i don't care much for rap, so naturally i don't care much for rap remixes.

heres my favorite.




I finally got an email back from my room mate! but i think his mom wrote it for him, the subject was Fwd:School. So i think she wrote it, and he just forwarded it to me.

It was a weird email. He basically said Hi, Can't wait to meet you, we need a mini fridge, I'm bringing a rug.

I was thinking of jokingly asking him what color the rug was so i could match it with the curtains.

Also, just wondering, if anybody reads this tell me what you think i should put in my next post, a poem, short story, excerpt from a story or what?



I suppose i should be going now.

They Made Me Do It

I'm back from Gettysburg! I like it home better. I had a few ideas for this post, but, like all of my story/poem/song/designer-totes, i can never make up my mind on which to pursue. So I won't I'll do it all.

I notice I have the "mother of 4" demographic covered well with this blog, they make up 100% of my 2 followers as of now. Thank you, really. Blogging for me is Escapism, and i feel i've been welcomed into this refugee camp.

I tried following a guy once, he turned me down. Oh, and i tried following his blog too...

JUST KIDDING!

I really did try to follow a guys blog. The mook turned me down.

Here are my dreams:
I want more than anything to be the author inspiring countless youths to write offbeat stories, dark comedies, and overall wierdness. I don't care if that gets me money, just readers.
I want to be a teacher, an english teacher, in a high school. They are the reason i write, the authors just influence how i write.

I constantly try to work on stuff. but depending on my mood i can't write somethings, so i write other things.

I believe short stories are an unfortunatly forgotten medium.

one of my favorites is Graham Greene's The Destructors.

it brings up the point that destruction is a form of creation, and on that note, here's my family backround.

My mom married a man early, and had my sister Mindy. Then she married my father 9 years later and had me, Joey. 8 years after that, they divorced. The next year my dad married my stepmom and had my brother Shane. Next came Evan, and finally Taylor. While that happened my mom married my stepdad. No kids.

When i first think of that, it stings, like peroxide on a cut, but once the bubbles go away i'm left with the truth. Destruction is a form of Creation.
Out of destruction came my meeting of my stepdad, and my stepmom, she taught me tablemanners.
Out of destruction came my brothers and sisters.
Out of destruction came me, just the way i am. Maybe it's the way i want it, but i'll never know, it could never have happened any other way.
Maybe that's even when i got the notion of trying my hardest to be kind, or refusing to poison my body with drugs and alcohol.
Either way it created me, and it is part of everything i do.
I think of the Phoenix.


I say this because i'm comfortable. I'm comfortable with getting this out there. Usually it's a huge embarassment to me.



and heres the trailers to my favorite teen flicks!

Long Days With Short Nights Have Longer Tomorrows

What a day.

My mom had a wedding last night, and so she had to get a ride home from my stepdad, her car was left at the reception.

So today me, her, and my 27 year old sister went to church today in my sister's rental car. her car had been vandalized.

after church we got my moms car, which was embarassing enough but at least she was smart enough to not drive. She went to the grocery store with my sister, leaving me to drive home the rental car.

oh boy!

that drove a whole lot smoother than my car.

anyways fast forwards several hours.

rough fight with my girlfriend.

when i got my laptop, my dad put all of his music on it, which is all my dad's music, stepmoms music, and 3 younger siblings music.

that happened in july, so today my girlfriend was looking through my music and got upset that i hadn't yet deleted the songs i didn't want, which, to her, should have been any band or artist that happened to be a girl.

so i sat there and deleted.
i deleted things i didnt really want to delete.
i really think kt tunstall isn't that bad, and same thing with fleetwood mac or alanis morisette.

but they're gone... well actually in my recycle bin for now. (i still have them).


anyways, i felt bad for not blogging for a lot of hours, and this will be my last post until tuesday. tomorrow i go to gettysburg, im a huge history enthusiast.
i'm excited.

and i think when i get back i'm going to post something creative on this blog. despite how much it sucks.

That is all, i leave you with this...
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Mark Wahlberg rapping as Marky Mark




and


from Brother, Where Art Thou?

I am a Man of Constant Sorrow!

The Deepest Cut Is Really A Just A Trench

So on my left hand, in between my thumb and pointer finger, i have got a NASTY cut. it happened around 2pm, its now 9:30pm. It was only 3/4 inch long, but it was the deepest cut i ever got. it bled a bit, it happened at work. i was cutting plastic off merchandise and had a "dull" blade, or so i thought, so i pushed too hard and lost control. Everyone said see how it is tomorrow and determine if i need to go to the hospital. it still stings a little bit. not nearly as bad as it was. it stopped bleeding but i still have it wrapped in medical tape.

what else.. hmm...

oh yeah, then at work a girl i work with needed a ride home, so i offered to give he a ride, she lives like 2 miles away from where we work. she said she had a ride, as i drove away i saw that she was walking and i'm just thinking, wow you would rather walk than get a ride from me.












anyways, i figured i'd share a video today with some profanity and o'rielly, two things the world can have less of



i know its fake, well the Never Gunna Give you up part at least...




heres another one

Butter and JAM! KABLAM!!!

And today i rocked on with my socks on.

I dropped my girlfriend off at her job at a pizza place for her late shift and went over to my best friend neil's house. I didn't tell my girlfriend, she'd get upset that i was having a good time while she wasn't. Anyways i got there to jam.

I play guitar by the way, horribly i might add. I can't read music and have been (attempting) teaching myself for the past 6 years. I'm so bad.

Neil on the other hand was known as the most musically inclined in my school. He was drum major. So he conducted the marching band. Being his friend, he appointed me "Drum Minor", my job was to carry the podium that he stood on to conduct. BUT he let me conduct one time! it was sweet! he also let me play the drums sometimes, which i loved but was aweful at.

so i'm there with his girlfriend Lorianne whose pretty cool and all of our friend Jon Dick. haha whenever i'm down i think of Jon Dick and smile. because i'm immature probably. Well most of our playing was impromptu, He drummed, I played guitar and sang (also horribly). My original intent was to record it so i could let you all listen to it on the interweb, but it wasn't quite good enough, plus i got a bad pimple this morning and i need a shave. Maybe next week if i do it again.

The three highlights of what we played were as follows

Well we played four songs by My Chemical Romance (all from the amazing album The Black Parade), one of my all time favorite bands, and the ending of their song "The End" has the SWEET instantaneous transition into the next track "Dead!" and me and neil NAILED it, haha neil nailed it. I was looking at him as we got near it thinking is he gonna do it or will i just look done, so i decided to look dumb and he did too it was nice. we tried four times to replicate it and we couldn't.

Then we started playing the stereotypical teen punk song, Blink 182 - Dammit, haha the biggest song when i was in 8th grade. its so angsty and simple. and when they play it live sometimes they sing TLC's No Scrubs halfway through, which we did. That was sweet.

And the best was this...

All my friends make fun of me for liking Fall Out Boy, but i learned how to play guitar from their songs so i really like them.
We played "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me", and the part of that song right before the chorus is when all the instruments stop and he sings "She said "Why don't you just drop dead?" It's a focus of the song for me. and when we did it, all four of us in the basement all sang it and it was sweet.

So that was my day and I'm happy about it.

Here's live versions of all 3 songs, i only get live versions because they're the only ones that can be embedded.

My Chemical Romance - Dead!


Blink 182 - Dammit (Growing Up)


Fall Out Boy - A little less sixteen candles a little more touch me

Remind Me Later

I'm gonna keep this short.

2 months ago, my mom got a printer for the family computer, which is where i do my blogging. With the printer came software that you have to register online and for the past two months i have been clicking remind me tomorrow, and apparently everyone in my family has. that's when i realized i would hate to be that little window, constantly x'ed out, just trying to help but always being told to come back later. I'm sure its like someone desperately seeking an answer from a magic 8 ball that keeps saying "Ask Again Later." Anyways, I'm certain my last post sounded neurotic, I need to grow up and realize that problems in relationships are mine and mine alone.

Also, anyone know how to post pictures on posts, I'm sure my YouTube videos are dull.

This one might mix it up, a love song, about mario kart!

I have no such doubts.

Today I finally got around to renting and watching the movie Doubt. I was really impressed but i realized something that I'm unsure if it was intentional. I watched it with my girlfriend and realized something, we are two completly different people. Which would be fine, if she was nicer about it.

Anyways the movie never really tells you what happens as to the priest's innocence.

The whole time i believed him innocent, the whole time she believed him guilty.

Then she was distracted when i heard Phillip Seymour Hoffman's character talking to Amy Adam's character. He said something along the lines of not to lose her innocence, her compassion, or her kindness. Cruel people make you think they are weaknesses.

1 minute later my girlfriend asked me if i thought the priest was innocent. I said yes and she said "You're so innocent it's pathetic."
She says similar stuff somewhat a lot.

Then i wondered if the world really is this dark place or if it's great. Or maybe we make the light in the world of darkness.

Another thing is that I am trying to read as many people's blogs as possible, because i know they're there for reading, but everytime i hit next its always in a different language.

Oh, and i finally got around to writing my future room mate! I'm so excited.

Now to wonder, how should i close this off, i really must be going to bed, work at 8 tomorrow...

and this is a liter of water in less than five seconds.

Iced Milk, Rebellion, and Black Kids

Time to talk about all three.

Yesterday was an okay enough day at work, Anyone who needs hardware usually won't come to a family owned one so buisiness is slow. Especially now approaching the backend of summer. After work, I came home.

My graduation party was a few weeks ago, and I thought I had written out all my thank you cards. By some mistake i missed a small stack of them. About 15. And my mom told me she was extremely dissapointed in me and that she thought she taught me better manners. I can't stand how much she loves cards. I don't like cards. They have a kind of fake niceness about them. Like someone trying to seem nice just because they don't want you to think they aren't. I tell people thank you to there face, cards are just a formality. A world without greeting cards is a world I'd live in.

The comedian Jim Gaffigan has a funny joke about greeting cards.
"Well this looks like something I'd write!"



So here I am, doing thank you's, drinking iced milk (because I don't like thick milk) and listening to my "whiny indie kid music" as some people call it. I'm on a big kick of The Arcade Fire and Black Kids. Haha, bet you didn't think it'd be a band did you? Does that make someone racist if there first thought is african american people when they see black kids? No, I don't think so.

I couldn't decide what to put here for a video, so i have 2 for Tuesday!

Postaroo

i thought i'd throw down a little post in my postopolis. I'm heading off to work soon, work for me is a little family owned hardware store about 15 minutes away. i fill propane, load topsoil and straw into peoples cars, and stack shelves. and believe it or not after that i still want to get a college education. Maybe it'll be a good day. Maybe no one will buy manure. Maybe it'll go by fast, maybe the propane won't give me a headache. Maybe Micheal Bay will stop making movies. I always hope for such things.

-Joey


Oh, and in case anyone actually wants a video, here it is!

Start The Decay

Hello Blogworld! Wait, its blogspot? or is it blogger?



Let's start over.



Hello World!



My name is Joey

I live in a small town in Pennsylvania in the US in North America in the Northern Hemisphere on Earth in the Solar system in the Milky Way Galaxy in the Universe in the Infinity of all Infinity... yeah, whatever that means. A State not known for its big towns, I've heard theres a few, can't say I've seen them though.



I just completed high school. I slacked the whole way through and managed a 93. I wish i tried. Anyways, I'm moving to college in a smaller town in Pennsylvania to become an English Teacher.



I love literature.



I love writing.



My dream is to be an author. I may steal things I say on this blog if the things I say turn out beautiful. I am also telling nobody of this blog. It will hopefully find its own readers.



Readers, if you end up existing, I love you!



-Joey


ps. heres a great video, i hope to put one in all of my posts. That movie is going to be so boss.