Fluorescent Adolescent

  Hello lovelies! I've finally gotten my school computer back so I'm available to post again and it feels amazing! This time the filter is unblocked so I can post pictures from my Tumblr and make 8Tracks playlists again! Let me know how all of your summers were/are going down in the comments below. This summer has been wild! I've become the ultimate stoner cliché, smoking pot with my friends from work after every evening shift and coming home in a mellow daze. I haven't been drinking that much, but I did do something wild that was on my bucket list- shrooms. I honestly have to recommend them as a 10/10 experience because they were heavenly. Not that I recommend drug use, kids- but my body felt light and my mind was at ease. They were amazing. 

  Today is actually nice out; most of this summer it's been raining. Don't get me wrong, I love late-night summer thunderstorms- but when it rains all day, there isn't much to do. Not that I do much anyway, besides working and whatnot. Anyway, I've made a pinterest, so you can all follow me at sgtpepperrigby! I've created a lovely mental health board that I think will help those of you who suffer from depression, anxiety attacks, bipolar, or anything else I've posted about. Also, I've opened at Etsy shop! You can find me here at Spookysprinkles. Come buy my crap! Anyway, here's a bunch of pictures that I've been adoring. Enjoy, lovelies!

 

Fluorescent Adolescent from itsamodmodworld on 8tracks Radio.

Suburban Blues

  Lately I've been growing sick of living in the suburbs. It's not that I don't like the environment I'm in.. it's a little cold for my liking, but nothing too terrible. But it's the people I can't stand. In my town, our whole community is sports-based, and we're very patriotic about our teams. Our football team in particular has a large fan base, and if you don't like sports in this town, you're pretty much dead on arrival. Enter me: terrible at sports, simply doesn't care about patriotism, hates social interaction, and can hardly get enthusiastic about things I like, let alone things my town forces me to.
  I also feel like the education system, not just in my state in particular but in the entire country of the United States is heavily flawed. I have a feeling in a hundred or so years students will look back into their textbooks and think "wow, living then must have sucked. Those poor kids must have hated themselves." And yes, we do. A majority of people I know (yes, not just a select few, but a majority) of have had harmful thoughts because of the pressures of school. It's not even that we as students don't like learning, because I know I do. I just wish I could pick what I could learn about, as I know in the future I'm very unlikely to pursue a career based in geometry or chemistry. I should be able to choose classes that appeal to me, as I feel that is a basic human right. No student should ever be forced into classes they do not want to participate in. If I ask to switch out of a certain class or elect not to take one, I am criticized for not wanting to learn or not wanting to help myself. That's not the case; I simply do not find these specific subjects appealing and know that I will not choose to use them in my future. I feel as if I'm literally wasting my life away.
  Sorry for babbling, I just feel as if my school's environment is toxic. Everyone is harshly judgmental, and they feel as if everyone but themselves has a wrong opinion. Life is not about being wrong or right; it's about expressing your own opinion in the way you choose to express it. Be your own person; do not be a clone of everyone else around you. By being in such a ridiculously judgmental school, I feel as if I cannot express my opinion. I cannot be myself. And I hate every minute of it.

Diaries of a Lonely Pessimist

  About ten minutes before the time I am currently typing this at, I was eating Cheerios during study. Now, our school has a strict "no eating" rule, unless you're at lunch, of course. But I couldn't take it. It was only about 9:40 and I don't have lunch today until 12:30, which is in almost three hours. What sane person could take that? So I was snacking. Ironically, I was looking up how many Cheerios were in a single serving online when they spilled all over the floor. Not only was I embarrassed, but also angry at myself for spilling them. They were Cheerios for crying out loud, they were fucking delicious! And now they're over in the trash can, all covered in floor dust and sadness.
  Even though that was a pointless and maybe even stupid story, it got me thinking. Such a little thing like that can knock someone down for the rest of the day. I try to keep my confidence up in a certain system; if I do three embarrassing things in one day, then I deserve to be upset. But two or less, and I need to learn to suck it up. Unfortunately for me, spilling the Cheerios was strike three. I'd already placed my bag down at the (quote on quote) "popular girls" table in the morning before homeroom, resulting in me quickly scurrying away red-faced, and I'd practically cried in art class because the wire we were working on kept pricking me and I felt dizzy. Spilling the Cheerios is downright going to be the downfall of my day. They were so delicious, and now they're in the trash can across the room, mocking me.

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  Thinking even more, I noticed a lot of things bum me out. As a kid, I tried to be optimistic (the whole "glass half full" bullshit, ya know) but I always saw things negatively. I even saw the glass half empty. It was only until this year I realized I was a pessimist. This means that I always look down upon things, frowning, and generally being in a horrible mood. In the "wonderful" suburban piece of shit school I go to, practically everyone is a fucking optimist. They're always happy happy happy, laughing and giggling over nonsense with their cliques of clones.

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  Even as a kid, I knew I didn't want to fit in with everyone else. I believe I've discussed this before, maybe? (EDIT: I did, here) I liked old-fashioned things, different kinds of music, and artwork. Most kids I knew just liked hanging out with friends and goofing around. At first I thought that maybe I was simply maturing faster than they were. I had heard that girls matured faster than boys and at the time this was ridiculously true- it still is, even now. But I still like many things other people, even my closest friends don't like. It's gotten to the point where my only friend is the internet, because everyone there seems to like the same things I do. As I've discussed before, I'm an introvert, and proud. I'm not being "antisocial," like my parents say- okay, well maybe I am. But it's not because I'm afraid of making friends or whatever they're concerned about. I just like being by myself, and I prefer the company of music and fine arts to people.

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  I hope yet another personal post didn't bore the hell out of all of you (that is, the few who will read this, anyway) and that you found my inner thoughts somewhat entertaining. I wish there was someone I could relate to (even a celebrity/musician would be nice), but like I said, talking to people just isn't my thing. I get all flustered and I blush, my eyes start to water, and I start shaking, I look like I'm crying. Maybe that's why I don't like talking to people, or at least they don't like me.

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Audio Diary of a Lonely Pessimist from itsamodmodworld on 8tracks Radio.

Songs for when you feel angsty and like no one cares. To go along with my blogspot article, nothing special.

1.  "Unused Piano Theme from 'Quadrophenia' Demo" by Pete Townshend (Later into the song, you can hear him humming! It's adorable.)
2. "Walk on the Wild Side" by Lou Reed
3. "I'm Sick of You" by Iggy Pop
4. "Remember (Walkin' in the Sand)" by the Shangri-Las
5. "Trouble" by Cat Stevens
6. "There is a Light that Never Goes Out" by The Smiths
7. "Arnold Layne" by Pink Floyd
8. "Sick as a Dog" by Aerosmith

If you like this post, try:
The Power of Negative Thinking, by Rookiemag

Arielle Gavin's "Honesty Competitions" by Bonjourgirl

Naomi's Diary Entry for May 30, 2012 by Rookiemag