Welcome To My Stupid Blog.

Well, it seems as though this is it. The collapse of my total abstinence of any millenial trends that will subside within 5 to 10 years. Oh well, I've already given in to Starbucks and my cell phone. Blogging seemed like the next step.

But why now, TJ? You've been alive for a pretty substantial amount of time, why start a blog now? Well, Virginia, after about 10 listens to "Pinch Me" by the Barenaked Ladies, I can't help but realize that I have a shitload of thoughts in my head, both good and bad. This blog is where it can all meet in the middle.

I also am pompous enough to think that my taste in everything is better than most people, so I guess I'm here to guide people into thinking like me, in the most blunt terms. That is technically what a blog is: a huge, propoganda filled wall of arrogance and intimacy (see that, juxtaposition?).

But I'm also here to reminisce. In case you are a stalker and you don't know me, here are some facts about me: I'm an artist in my own mind (actor, singer, the works), and I'm a senior in high school. Next year, I'll be heading off to NYU to study drama. I still don't have a girlfriend, so if you like my garden path sentences and my taste in movies, I'm totally up for anything.

So this is the first post. Don't know what else to say. I mean, I have a lot to say, considering I started a fucking blog, but what do I start with?

Well, I guess the first thing that I'll start with is a post about a project I'm coming up with.

Ever since I saw "Road Trip" in, like, 6th grade, I always thought "Wow, if those douchebags can go on one, why can't I?!" Road trips to me represent the pinnacle of freedom without freedom, in my opinion. You can go anywhere you want, wherever you want. Unfortunately, with the burden of gas prices, the road trip is effectively dead. And no, a road trip is not a road trip if you use a plane (fucking cheaters).

So I've been wanting to road trip for a long time. And not to get drunk in every city or to sleep with some prostitute and wake up the next day regretting. I've lived in America my entire life, and yet I've only been in the Northeast. With all the technological advancements in the new millenium, you'd think I'd be able to venture to fucking California. Which is exactly what I intend to do. Anyone (if you know me that is, you stalker) is welcome to come along.

Just the beauty of America (yes, there is some of that still) gets me really motivated. The beaches of California, the deserts of Arizona, the Mormons of Utah. Hell, there is a shitload of stuff to do here, and I've been totally blind to it. People can complain about how our government sucks or whatever, but the land that we live on is really underrated. Miles of open terrain to just race pass that we have overlooked for other bullshit that I don't even feel like mentioning. So the mystery of the rest of the country really gets to me.

But I can't do it alone. And no one seems to really have the adventure or the money to do it. Hence, I am nostalgic.