It’s midnight. It’s midnight and I’m blogging. Why the hell do I do this every night. I didn’t even have homework to today either. And in the morning I regret not going to bed sooner. I hate that fucking deluded feeling of knowing you’re slipping in and out of consciousness— like sitting in Math class, & wanting to go to bed sooo bad, & you’re dozing off, but trying so hard to stay awake. I hate that. And next thing you know you’re waking up, and the 20 min lecture about the ONE topic you didn’t understand is over. Then the bell rings… And then you pull yourself up and drag your feet down the hall to your next class, feeling slightly light headed and weirdly serene. I really can’t wait to do this all over again tomorrow. Fuck my life
“I feel that I owe it to myself to carry myself however the fuck I want to. I’m a nice person, so I’m gonna be nice. But if I walk around & carry my self overconfidently sometimes, then dammit there’s a reason. It’s cause I’m feeling damn good about myself at the moment. So why hate?”—Connor McKnight
i get that youre tryna culture yourself without comin off as pretentious, but id rather you didnt opine on a bunch of art that you dont really know a lot about because that is pretentious. maybe you know more than the ghetto ass ppl at our school, but trust me you dont know shit compared to the cultured ppl that actually appreciate and understand the renaissance as more than a source of the davinci code. youre a cool kid but youre not as intellectual as you think you are. youll probably get all defensive and get at me for taking so much time to insult you, but man my biggest pet peeve is when ppl's heads get too big. there is a line between self-confidence and self-importance and i think you cross it. your commentary on all those paintings and shit you post is not at all useful or insightful. just a lil boy tryna be smart.
I think point of views like this are interesting. & come really appropriately based on a post I was about to make about me making a new blog.
I think it’s interesting when people think my purpose in my blog & my interest & stuff I post or do is based off of me trying to create a persona. Like me trying to make people percieve me a certain way. I just think it’s interesting that I people think I spend hours of my day trying to make people think I’m cultured or intellectual or that I want people to think I’m smart. I really don’t care, as hard as that may seem. But disclaimers are unimportant, & I’d rather spend less time trying to rebuttle everything I do in my life.
I like Salvador Dali. I don’t know much about “Art” & shit, but dammit… Surrealism is cool & appealing to me— I apologize if I insult the cultured crowd of the world by taking interest & sharing my interest. Seriously.
I like talking about school. Especially this year. It’s the first year I feel like school is relevant to my life. AP Lang is my shit because I’m loving the challenge & the stuff we’re presented with. I apologize to the intellecutal crowd of the world if that class has me thinking about stuff. I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to share my thoughts without being judged. Seriously.
& I like clothes & fashion & some types of shoes. & Kid Cudi & maybe (to you)some off brand music (who cares, really). I apologize to the Hipster-Conscerned-Truely Indie crowd of the world if I offend. Those aren’t my intentions. I thought I had to a blog to express myself.
But, I wanted to start a new blog. A blog were I could just air my head. As hard as it is for people to believe, I’m constantly thinking about stuff, my brain is constantly rattlling with random ideas. Somala is usually the one I’m rambling to about the stuff I’m thinking about. & it was, at one point, EVERYDAY. My mind, at one point, was getting so jumbled that I started having stress related issues— I wanted to be able to get all the random, unorganized shit into words.
Well— I’ll stick to something I’m 100% knowledgable about for this blog, I guess. But for those who did enjoy my ignorantly run rants about random things & nonsense I’m starting a new blog: damon-rantz.tumblr.com. I haven’t started it yet, but I will.
People blow me. But whoever you are, thank you for your well articulated depiction of what kind of person you think I am. I greatly appreciate that people who know me so well have a place (on my blog) to voice their 100% accurate depictions of me.
Oh! & I never claimed I was smart. I never claimed I was all cultured. I never claimed I was intellectual. Maybe you percieved that from me (in which case, this is my fault), but I’m just tryna share what kinda things interest me. Just tryna do me.
As much as I dig your blog, why are you so self-important? And this isn't really specific to your blog, but mainly towards you, in a "form-spring" sort of manner.
I’m happy you like my blog & I’m glad you asked why I’m so ‘self-important’. You say it as though it’s a bad thing, but in comparison to people who think their existance is pointless, I take it as a compliment. I think, a lot of the time, people are afraid to express competancy. To a certain degree I think it should speak for itself, but still, I don’t think there’s a problem with it. & you did say it’s not specific to my blog, but to even consider having a blog in the first place, you kinda have to have high self-imporatance. But anyway, the question was “Why”… So I guess my answer would be, as brash & arrogant as this may sound, it’s because I think I have the right to be. & so should everyone else
bring the music back. Bring the music back. Bring the fucking music back. You’ve become the center of reality TV, maaan. One Real World here, 2 Real World/Road Rule challenges there wasn’t too bad. But the Jersey Shores & the Teen Moms… They gotta go. The Parental Controls. The Buried Lifes. The My Life as Lizs. The ridiculous attempt to attract every teen demographic ALL has to go.
I used to watch you all the time. You were the first channel I flipped to when nothing was on. Now you’re probably the last. You’re part of the reason I don’t watch TV anymore. FNMTV, I thought, would be a turn in the right direction. New music, new artists, new videos… Every week? I stayed hip to this show from the first week. But no. You killed it. You killed TRL. You killed MUSICTelevision. All your music is on MTVJams or MTVHits. Too bad I don’t even get that. The most music you give me, MTV, falls between the credits of one reality show & the opening credits for the next one— what, maybe 20 sec? Bring it back, MTV. Gimme music
i just wanted to say, i dont really know you. I dont even talk to you. but i came across your blog a few times, and i enjoy reading it, including the things you have to say about everything. i hope you dont think this is weird.
Thank you! I really appreciate it. & nah, that’s not weird. I creep about 15 people I don’t know
So this title is pretty lame, & not really relevant to what I’m about to ramble about… But it’s the shortest thing I could think of without the title being, “People who are afraid to actually be themselves because they don’t want to be made fun of”
I don’t mean the cliche stereotypes that people are afraid of being at all. Not people who are afraid of being like, ‘dork’ or ‘band geek’ (even though those don’t exist); I’m talking about (what I think to be) the new age social taboos. I think with all the new propaganda being shoved in our faces from endearing Disney movies & MTV shows, I think it’s changed how High-School is really set up. People still get made fun of, & conformity & all the mumbo-jumbo still happens— but I’m talking abuot something a little different. I’m talking about people who afraid to be the old-school cliches because they don’t wanna be tied to the inaccurate connotations they’re affiliated with (& not always even the oldschool sterotypes— sometimes new stereotypes).
I think when trying to figure somebody out (before you actually get to know them) the easiest way to do it is to associate them. I think it’s human nature to want to be able to predict respones of people; like their personallities, or likes & dislikes. It’s almost like we don’t want to either: get hurt or be suprised. So we connect them with some stereotype that we believe we all have figure out. I’ll give an example that I think people attach to me sometimes:
Damon is black. Damon lives in White Oak. Damon therefore MUST sell drugs, get bad grades, have stolen something, & speak with a specific dialect.
BUT!— When people look at me & the following doesn’t match up they have to associate me with a contrasting stereotype they think they have all figured out: Damon is black. He’s not like most black people, therefore he must hate black people, is really stuck up & tries to act like white people
This happens in a lot of different situations with people who like clothes, or people who listen listen to pop-music (therefore their taste in music sucks), or shop at the thrift store (therefore they want to be indie, & everything they do is a front), or a girl who chills with straight dudes (therfore she must be a slut, & suck all their dicks). It’s simple. It’s easy for us. It’s a A + B must always = C type of thing. But, sadly, people aren’t that simple, & I think people know these stereotypes exist— so I think they do almost the opposite of what people think they know to prove they’re not what people think. (That was messy).
Like… Susan is a girl. She thinks girls are dramatic. She chills with dudes. But to keep people from thinking she sucks all their dicks (even though she doesn’t) she hangs out with girls even though that makes her miserable. It’s like triple-backwards comformity or something.
I did this for a minute when it came to people thinking I was trying to “act white” (whatever the fuck that means). It’s just like the situation above: I didn’t feel comfortable around people who always tried to act hard-body, or spoke all broken & bland… So I attracted to people who weren’t like that (who also happen to, more times than often, be white (I mean, I attract to people like that regaurdless of color… ergo my black friends I affiliate myself with who aren’t stereotypical either)). So I would try & find black friends just to prove to people I didn’t hate black people. That was a REAALLY long time ago, & since I’ve learned that I don’t have shit to prove to anybody, but in smaller cases that happen on a day-to-day basis, it just upsets me that people have to catergorize people so black-and-whitely when people aren’t that simple— which leads to people having to fight against sterotypes. LIFE! How lame, sometimes.
did you know that you dont actually know as much about art and literature?
do you know why i will never follow you on tumblr? because your photography is TACKY and your thoughts are simple
I guess I should say something tacky like, “Haters make me famous,” huh? Well, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to read my blog, peep my photography, & analyze my thoughts. Keep reading!
Many believe he did, due to the fact that the writing in the book of Psalms (King James Version) is very similar to the musical writing of Shakespeare, but William Shakespeare is not credited as a writer or translator.
Interesting Note: Shakespeare was 46 years old when the King James Bible was being translated and written. The 46th word in Psalm 46 is “shake”, and the 46th word from the end is “spear”.
I don’t know what I’m seeking to get out of this, or the purpose of this… But I’d just like to talk about how bi-polar, crazy I am.
When I am happy, I am the happiest person in this world. I’ll be bouncing off of walls, & joking, & making silly faces, & being over the top; & normally, that’s how I am. But when I’m upset, I truely can’t explain how passionately furious I am. I’ll be having minor convulsions without anyone realizing. I get headaches. My heartrate sky rockets. I’m ready to do the most extreme anything. & when it’s all over, I’m depressed. It sounds dramatic, but I feel like shit. I’m about ready to fuck all my friends over & spend the rest of my life alone. You don’t believe me? Well, I mean… It does sound like I’m being dramatic… But I’m not. Prime example:
Once upon a time I talked to Simone (this beautiful girl. She’s one of my friends (now, atleast)). & I clicked on, & my brain was on its happy setting. I called her all the time. Spoke about her all the time. Thought about her & how great she was all the time… But when she I found out she wasn’t tryna talk to me anymore— & that she was talking to my friend Andre… I snapped. I kirked. I had 10 convulsions all at once. I went to my friend Andre & tried to snake Simone out (made up all types of bullshit). Made threats agains Simone’s life. & ended my friendship with Tara because she affiliated herself with Simone. Mind you: we only spoke for maybe 1 month.
These tiffs… These episodes happen, & once they’re over I snap back & feel like I don’t know who I am. Like I don’t know what just happend. & then I become depressed. This happend when me & Isak broke up, this happen when my, now ex-girlfriend, Kemi, told everyone I was a terrible kisser… It’s happen when I was ready to wreck my friend Connor because he was dancing with Kemi. I swear my psyche is always dangling from a string, & sometimes it just snaps. & once it hits the ground I’m a fucking loose-cannon maniac who’s willing to do anything. I swear I’m a couple of brain cells away from becoming a murderer.
I’m really excited for next year. Really exctied. I’m a big ass loser, but I’m excited for all the classes I’m gonna be taking. It’s the first year I get to choose the classes I’m taking— but choose them because I want to take them, not because I have to (well, sort of). I’m taking: