Guilty Pleasure

I used to think my guilty pleasure was guitarist Frank of MCR's split band Pencey Prep, but I'm not really ashamed of liking them, or listening to them. I actually shared their music. I thought about my guilty pleasure. I thought hard, and realized it was right in front of me. It was so obviously obvious. It was the wallpaper on my computer. I guess I could consider Tokio Hotel my guilty pleasure. I don't know why. Whenever I talk about them, I refer to them as "TH" instead. No one I know likes them besides two people, and everyone else thinks they're weird or that the lead singer looks like a girl [even though he's not]. I don't know. . .they're music is really good. Their lyrics are really heartfelt. At least that's how I feel about them. They make me smile, they help me sleep. I don't know why I'm not celebrating. . .[too much] or. . .I don't know the word. . but I don't know why I'm not so open about it. It's. . .pointless. . .just like this blog.

Also, my friend has a new guilty pleasure: Justin Bieber. I don't know WHY! I like him, he's a cutie. Not in a pedopheliac way though. . .hahahaha!!

Realization

Yes, I suppose I have come to one. I realized that I cannot write something entertaining enough, or the least bit interesting because my life is what I write. . .boring. I want to create interesting stuff. . .I want to write entertaining works, pieces, blogs, whatever, but in order to do so, I have to start with the source: my life. Supposedly it is my responsibility to take things in life as they come, to create my life. But isn't life something you can't control? It throws the most random things at you, like this blog, but I guess it's up to you and is according to how you perceive life and it's random projectiles at you. Take everything as an opportunity. I am going to spice up my life. Hopefully. And I don't know how. . .bloody hell. Well we'll see where this realization takes me.