Anyway, so there I am walking out of JC Penney (not my ideal job, but I'll take it) already dreaming up ways to spend money I don't have from paychecks I haven't earned from a job I haven't even been hired for. The irony did not fail me.
I have a desperate need for a bass amp, so that was the first thing to come to mind. Secondly, I thought about a car. Then I thought about how well I'm managing without one of my own right now (pretty well, all things considered) and how long it would take to save up for anything better than the random collection of junk I've previously owned (now THERE'S an idea for a future post). And then, naturally, my mind wandered to even less practical things.
Now there are the obvious ones, like beer, cupcakes, and random thrift store trinkets, and then there's the big stuff. I immediately got on gamestop's website and started searching for new and exciting ways for me to waste my time in the virtual realm. Splashed there across the front page staring me in the face was the obvious answer. A Playstation 3. Months and months of aggressive marketing by Sony has finally worn me down. Now, despite my terrible ways with money, I do not make large purchases without thinking, and unless the item in question is food or beer, I rarely make impulse buys. I knew immediately that a PS3 would mean not getting a new ipod any time soon, and this was not a good thing. However... then I saw the second thing. Gran Turismo 5, a game literally five years in the making.
It's hard to believe that picture comes from a damn game. I mean, that shit looks like real life. But I guess if you're a Japanese game programmer and you love cars as much as I do, you get some shit done in five years. Shortly after realizing this, I decided to say fuck it. Fuck an ipod. Forget a car. I'm going to buy 1,031 cars. I will justify this to myself by saying it's a perfect compromise. I love to drive and rarely get to do so anymore, I have a gigantic secret love for racing games, and very little self control.
Alright, I'm done talking about video games. You can start reading again if that bored the shit out of you.
So one of my friends said something to me the other day about my last post and my stupid words and talking and all that blah blah blah. We got into a discussion about it and some psychology words got tossed around and it came to my attention that what I was doing is a symptom of something called thought disorder. So I looked it up, and it turns out I have nearly EVERY SINGLE SYMPTOM of thought disorder. At first, I was distressed by this fact. Then, I realized that's not so bad. And then it came to my attention that thought disorder is a major symptom of schizophrenia. Hmm... Couple this with my sudden, apparent attention deficit and hyperactivity and I discovered that I may have literally gone crazy. Let me rephrase that.
I have discovered that I am, in all likelihood, probably an insane person.
I must say, this is equally intriguing and disturbing. But not all that surprising, I guess. So to distract myself from that, new topic. Ruin porn.
See that? I love this shit. Abandoned cities, buildings, houses, and anything else that people made and then, for one reason or another, just gave up on and left one day. Decrepit, crumbling urban decay. And now it apparently has a name. Ruin porn. This pic is from an old theater in Detroit, and if you're jaw doesn't drop upon seeing it, there is something wrong with you. Or maybe there's something wrong with me. But you know what, if there is something wrong with me for liking this stuff, then there is something wrong with Hipstercrite as well, and she seems pretty cool, so I don't mind being lumped in with that kind of company. Also, she has a really cool blog that you should read and/or follow (like mine!! please????), because if you're reading this and you don't hate it, then you'll probably love her, because her blog is waaayyy better.
I remembered all of this and got to thinking about it today because of a series of increasingly weird dreams I had last night. I won't bore you with the details until I start running of stuff that really happened to talk about, but one of them took place in a setting exactly like that picture. Suffice it to say, there were zombies. I have a lot of dreams about zombies. Sometimes I wonder if this is simply because I think about zombies an awful lot or if I can interpret it in the traditional meaning of what it supposedly says about your psyche when the undead invade your subconscious. Freud was a total hack and a cocaine addict, but I've always felt like he made a couple of totally undeniable contributions to the field of psychology; one being psychoanalysis, and the other being the interpretation of dreams (bonus points to myself for using a semi-colon). Supposedly, zombies are meant to represent some unresolved issue or a nagging, recurring thought that will not go away within your subconscious. Unlike most of my zombie dreams, this one was pretty straightforward and I've got a pretty good idea of what it was about. Also, I started out the dream with a shotgun and didn't have to run or find a weapon to fend them off with. That definitely helped. Fuck, I said I wasn't going to talk about the dream, didn't I? To make up for it, here's a picture of some zombies. Also zombie related: if you aren't watching The Walking Dead, you should be.
That's about all I've got to say right now. Why does it seem like I only post after 3am?? This is the magic hour. Anyway, I just realized it's now officially monday. Know what that means?? Hell yeah, you do, because you're reading this awesome blog and that means you shall be rewarded with a delicious new mixtape later today. *Hint* There will probably be some Daft Punk on it somewhere. *Hint #2* There will probably be at least one band you have never heard of on it. Goodnight, internet.
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