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The Election, but as food.
Say you're trying to decide between two chefs to cook a complicated Veal dish. One is under investigation for mishandling ingredients, and the other has never actually cooked veal, but he did make a very complex omelette the other day, so that totally qualifies him. After all, we're tired of chefs sitting in the kitchen, ignoring the diner's problems. We need someone new, to make the veal great again! The one under investigation will tell you what she plans to use and how she'll prepare it, but she has a track record of changing preparation methods, and you're not sure if that's what she'll really do. The other chef won't tell you how he plans to make it, claiming that he doesn't want other resteraunts to steal his ideas. To some, this may seem brilliant, but to most, it just seems like he's covering up for the fact that he has no clue what he's doing. There's also a few little known line cooks, but nobody pays any attention to them unless they forget where Aleppo is.
#election 2016#presidential election#presidential debate#hillary clinton#crooked hillary#donald trump#dumptrump#gary johnson#elizabeth warren#nastywoman#wrong#politics#mike pence
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“average person owns 6 trombones” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person owns 0 trombones. Trombones Dal, who lives in Oregon & owns over 10,000 trombones, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
newt @gaymadscience (via acebycircle)
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21 Guns- Broadway Edition
So as none of you know, despite my url, my true calling is sound engineering. I'm interning in production to get started on a career in that field. And what better way to get started then with a massive undertaking that would involve nearly all of the fine arts departments at my school- a cover of 21 guns, the full drawn out American idiot Broadway edition. The funny thing? I wrote it all out. It's doable. I'm nothing if not ambitous
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If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together
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Being a band nerd and a marvel geek, this sent chills down my spine
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The Friend Zone
We've all been there. We've had a crush on someone who didn't want to be in a relationship with us (Being a heterosexual male, I will use the pronoun "she" to depict this person, but you may interpret this as you wish). But, she still liked having you as a friend. For me personally, this has happened more times than I can count. To most, it's a death sentence. For me, I consider it the ultimate proving ground. If you can't escape the friend zone, maybe you shouldn't. That relationship would probably be doomed to fail. I believe that there is a time and place for everything to fall in line. So when I meet a girl, I'll friend zone myself if I must. And if I can't escape? Then she's not my future wife. But if I can, you can bet she's the one for me. Now the friendzone is not a fun place to be. But I can assure you, a breakup (or 6) is much more painful than the friend zone. Now the important question. How do I escape? Well, truth of the matter is, you can't without her help. Think of the friend zone as a pit you can't climb out of. You can get close, but not quite to the edge. But if she extends her arm, you can run, jump up and grab it with both hands. Then, and only then, will you ever escape. In practical terms, be the best friend you can be. Become the person she goes to for advice in tough times. Someone she trusts. And if she's in a relationship, be as supportive as you can be. And when it ends (because if you're meant to be with her, it will) be there for her with cake, tissues, and a chick flick Marathon. Don't let yourself become a rebound, however. That is just a mess, believe me. Wait until she's over him, and then, start subtly hinting, kind of like gently coaxing her to come closer to the edge of the friend-zone pit we metaphored earlier (yes I just made up a verb. Fight me). Be subtly romantic with her for a bit. Flowers left for her, get her chocolates. There's room for creativity here. For some, a secret admirer is a great way to go. This is where you read the girl. Eventually, once you've softened her up, ask to meet up some time to talk through some stuff. At this point in your friendship, it should be relatively normal to talk about important things face to face. This is where I step back, and let you decide how you confess, but it's a make or break moment here. Make absolute certain you want to do this, and for the right reasons. Anyway, I'm gonna cut this a bit short cuz I've got to be at work in 6 hours, but good luck!
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One of my favorite anime couples. People like to hate on SAO, but no one can deny the first arc was done beautifully, however brief it may have been
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Loving vs. Lusting- An Ongoing Struggle
This is a struggle I face all the time as a teenager. Most people my age look at a relationship for what they can get out of it, and don’t really realize what it is that they’re getting into. This is a lust-driven love, and it’s incredibly common. It doesn’t really last long, as one side eventually gets bored of the other. There’s others that are “hit it and quit it” types, who are only in it for the sex. For some, that may be what they’re looking for. And while I don’t personally condone this, Matthew 7 verses 1-6 are very clear on how judgement should be cast. I feel as if these kinds of relationships are not what I’m looking for. I’m looking for something more. Not someone I want to sleep with, but someone I look forward to waking up next to one day. That’s a big component of my definition of love, but you’d be surprised how hard it is to find someone who is interested in this kind of relationship in high school. I’m occasionally teased because I’m 17 and still a virgin. I tell them all the same thing- my wife will be the first and last person I have sex with. Is this easy? That’s where crippling social anxiety is actually a blessing. I freeze up so bad once there’s any kind of chemistry between myself and a girl, it’s not even funny. And I know it’s because someday, there’ll be a girl that melts my heart and that’ll be it. She’ll be the one.
Now I hear the one person who’s reading this screaming “Why are you thinking like this in high school? Have fun with your life! Screw around, make mistakes!”
Personally, I believe that I’m an advocate for Jesus the moment I accept him as my savior. And living life the way he intended is my greatest joy. Not because he gives me everything I want when I want it, but because I know he’s gonna give me more than I could’ve asked for when he wants to.
So, to conclude this rant that started as a debate and ended as a religious plug, I pose this question to you: What was the greatest gift your soulmate ever gave you/will give you?
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First Tumblr Post
Odds are next to nobody will ever see this. And I'm okay with that. The idea is for me to have a place to channel my inner monologue in a way that makes sense to me, without having to deal with the judgement of people I actually know. If people enjoy reading these things, awesome. If not, that's great too. I'm mostly here to keep myself from totally losing my mind. Now. A little about me. I'm a High School senior with a passion for Sound Engineering and Producing. I'm currently interning at the church I grew up attending in the area of production, and having a blast. I'm a lover, a fighter, and a noodle. I have zero muscle, except them calves from back marching for 3 years. I march trombone, jazz it up on bass trombone, and oh yea, I have a serious love for anime. You'll learn A LOT about me from my late night thought channeling throughout the summer, but you'll quickly realize my perspective on life is just a little quirky. Something I think the world could use right about now. That's all for the moment. Have a nice night, Internet
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Lust is so inadequate. And loving exhausts me.
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters (via thelovejournals)
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