New Song!

I wish I could be a poet. Instead I wrote a song for you. I will do my best to translate it into internet language.

(Song starts) boom boom ch ch boom bomm ch ch boom boom ch ch boom boom ch ch boom boom ch ch boom boom ch ch boom boom ch ch boom boom ch ch boom boom ch ch dugga dugga dugga dugaa dugga dugga dugga (breif pause) durdurdurdurdurdur dur dur dur durdurdurdurdurdurdurdurdur (Thats the guitar part!) dur dur dur dur dur digagagag dur dur squelie squeliie (Then the singer, that's me, starts going) "I want to love you so hard. I'm the credit and you're the card. Come with me to the bank. So I can give you thanks.baby yeah. baby yeah. baby yeah. I wanna love you so hard. (After that part its the break down, you know what I mean. The tamborine comes in and goes like this) Tamborine tamborine tamborine tamborine tamborine tamborine tamba tamba tamba tamba tambarine (and then!!) Guitar solo solo solo solo solo du du du du dudidydudidy duh duhd uhd uh squela wawa wawa waw wawa wawa weeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr erererererere dededededededededededededededededededededede dododod doded dodododod edodododododo (I love this part) Dedededededededededededeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
(then it ends like this) boom boom boom boom chic hic hci chi chi chic hi boom boom chi chi bomm chi chi boom boom chic hic bommbomm boooooooom


Tell me what you think! Remember, this is the first time I've ever put one of my songs on the internet. Be Gentle!

Don't look at this! Be productive!

As if there wasn't enough bullshit on the internet as it was, I have created a blog to voice my useless unfounded ideas and post my narcissistic musings. I'm confident that few while will read this and that even fewer will care. Some of my friends may stumble upon this, but chances are that they have already been exposed to anything on here in the form of my contributions to our exhaustive lunch table conversations. So...

Why, you may (but probably don't) ask, have I created a blog? Mainly, it's to waste my own time. I have far too much of it right now. Also, it's in the off chance that I might waste your time. Shouldn't you be doing something better with yourself right now. I mean seriously, study or something. Go outside. Paint a fucking picture. Make it pretty and shit. Write a story. Express yourself without fucking cursing. Christ.

Let's start off on the right foot. You, me, and the internet. I won't pretend to care about what you think so long as you don't pretend to care about what I think. I love myself the most out of anyone. It is about me. I hope I'm kidding.

-John

ps. I love you, world.