You Can't Teach God Anything, 2011, You're busted.

2011, You’re busted.

I’m totes over you, 2011. It’s not me, it is indeed you. Were you a terrible year? No, I can’t definitively say that you were the worst of all my years, but you weren’t the best, were you? You don’t even rank amongst the best. So here’s the plan: 2011, you need to pack your raggedy ass up and leave before 2012 get’s here. I can’t be making a bad impression in front of what will hopefully be the best year ever. Kick rocks.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. This is the place where I share my ideas, opinions, and interesting things I find on the internet. I'm not a genius, though I paid for four years of college, so I get to think I'm smarter than some people. My sense of humor is dark and eccentric. If it goes over your head, then you are probably one of the people I think I'm smarter than. I'm also a nerd in the sense that I have the tendency to get really excited and passionate about stupid stuff like the following: Glee, iPhones, Martha Stewart, Doctor Who, 30 Rock, Macs, Fiona Apple. Don not be confused. I am not a hipster. There is nothing ironic about my obsessions, my clothes, or my kick-ass Ray Ban wayfarer glasses. I truly love them. The only thing I'm "over" is the moon. I am an atheist. I don't believe in God. The only thing I believe in is myself. I think self-actualization is the only way to become a happy person. I don't need a higher power or life after death to make life worth living. I think that life becomes truly special when one realizes this is all we have. PS: I think I make really good playlists. You can spend the rest of your days trying to suck your earlobes if you don't agree.