Hipsters

I heard the word hipster yesterday for the first time in a long time.
Still not exactly sure what it means but from what I've heard, a hipster
is: Someone who wears lots of black/someone who wears bright
colours. Someone who listens to listens to underground music/
someone who listens to pop music ironically/ someone who listens
exclusively to hip hop. Someone who protests a lot/ someone who
is privileged and only cares about themselves. Someone who buys
cheap op shop clothes/ someone who buys expensive designer
clothes. Someone who cares about feminism/ someone who posts
violent pictures of rape to their tumblr. Someone who wants to be
different/ someone who desperately wants to be cool.

Lies

When I was little I was a chronic liar. I don't lie very much any more but occasionally I will lie about something when it seems like the easier thing to do. Most of the time this ends very badly. I am going to admit to some lies that I can remember telling over my lifetime:

• Age 7: Bryn Ealey- I did not have an older brother named Micheal, nor did I have any other siblings except for my sister
• Age 9: Many people- I did not have a holographic mew Pokemon card
• Age 10: Friend Jasper's Mum- I don't actually think your baby is cute. Your baby is ugly. There is no hope for that child.
• Age 18: Girl at Bar- I don't actually like Sci-Fi
• Various Ages: Many people- My name is not Henry and I am not South African.
• Age 19: David and Eamonn: I had never flatted before Madras Street. I said I had because I thought you would only want me to live there if I had experience flatting before. I didn't know that we would have to walk past where I said I flatted every time we went to the Asian Food Warehouse. I'm sure both of you noticed how awkward I got every time you asked me which one was mine. I felt like I had left it too long to admit to it.

  

Thieving

Ever since a modern day Robin Hood named Stelth liberated

a block of edam for us from the Wellington City New World,

I have really wanted to steal something. I have never stolen 

anything from a store before but feel like it would be a huge

rush. I imagine stealing a big packet of pistachios would make

me feel like a glorious stallion, galloping through the planes...

be free, majestic creature. I have a friend who steals all the 

time and always gets away with it and I have already justified

stealing from a supermarket in my mind, wastage and markups

etc). However, my dream ended today when I saw some skate

board hooligans get caught trying to steal a butt load of groceries.

The scene was really intense and has scared me off stealing for

good. Security guards are big.

Uni Stress

So it's a new semester next week, meaning that I will have a new
start in which I will manage time really well and do heaps of work.
 If anyone sees me not doing work at any given time they should 
slap me in the face (I will probably still hit you back, or maybe 
just give you a grumpy look, depending on how much I like you).
I also wont get stressed this semester because it's just a uni course,
one which I will get done eventually. I wont stress. Kids in Somalia. 
People with bigger problems. Right? RIGHT?! I'm pretty close to 
hyperventilating right now.

Praise Me

Because I live in a flat with a lot of people it sometimes feels like

I am doing everything wrong. I realised today that this is because

I am at an age where you don't get praise for doing simple things

right, you only get told off for doing things wrong. No one ever

says, "you are doing a really good job of cutting those onions. I

am so proud of you. I'm really glad we are friends." It's always,

"Oh, are you putting potato in the pasta? No that's fine, I just

wont  have any." Or "You can't put a metal pot in the microwave."

Jeez, get off my back man, i'm just trying to do my own thing. 

Idol Worship

Tonight I watched a game of tennis and for some reason I really cared who
won the game of tennis. The person I wanted to win the game of tennis won
the game of tennis even though he wasn't expected to win the game of tennis.
I am really happy, which is really stupid. why should I care who wins?
A guy in my history class (who is a lot smarter than me) was saying the other
day how he was skeptical about some aspects of Marxism because adhering to 
the ideas of an individual can bedangerous. It is this inability to separate 
individuals from the things they create that strongly influences my tastes. I will 
never like the band Swans because Michael Gira seems like an asshole. I also 
don't like the Smiths that much because Morrissey is an arrogant douchebag. 
This shouldn't change how I feel about the music itself but it does. But if I have 
liked a band for a long time and something challenges my perception of them 
I will just deny everything. Like when I heard that Wayne Coyne from the 
Flaming Lips said that Arcade Fire were terrible,  pompous people. Arcade 
Fire was one of my favorite bands in my late teenage years so I just choose 
to believe that he is lying. Anyway, fuck Wayne Coyne because he was on 
MTV cribs. You are the pompous asshole with your stupid excessive house. I 
will come at you with a gun and Catcher in the Rye in hand... This is the part 
where I realise I need sleep.

Blog lag

Man, I haven't blogged in a while but I can't just go straight into a normal
post after so much time has passed. It's like a father abandoning his kids
and only to be found in the kitchen 3 years later making them sandwiches
like nothing happened. I'll ease my way into angst posts by linking a video.
This guy gets me: