My names Henry and I live in Chicago. I am 16 years old.
I'm an artist, a musician, a wanna-be photographer and an actor.
I enjoy big headphones, flannel shirts, Ray Bans and listening to Indie music and undiscovered bands.
This blog will be an orgasm of things I’ve written, pictures I’ve taken, and drawings I’ve drawed.
Brace yourself. • Put Some Shit Up On Here! I Will Write Things Here
I'm an artist, a musician, a wanna-be photographer and an actor.
I enjoy big headphones, flannel shirts, Ray Bans and listening to Indie music and undiscovered bands.
This blog will be an orgasm of things I’ve written, pictures I’ve taken, and drawings I’ve drawed.
Brace yourself. • Put Some Shit Up On Here! I Will Write Things Here
Bus (A True Story) (Also, kind of erotic fiction. Ew)
I was sitting on the bus, and there were two girls.
Both very, very, verryy attractive.
The were glaring at each other intently, almost as if in love.
The girl in red did a cute little hairflip, causing the girl in whit to scoff.
The girl in white, not to be beaten, tossed her hair across her face, taking care to make sure that the wavy brown locks landed correctly in their place. Red squinted angrily, giving White an overtly pissed off look.
Red (who was standing) dropped her purse. White giggled, thinking it was unintentional.
Let me tell you, it wasn’t.
Red bent over, her black leggings stretching out so you could just see her skin underneath. Her skirt was JUST big enough to cover her rear. And let me tell you, she had one fine booty.
White would not let this slide. Luckily for her, her left boot had become untied. She bent over to tie it. The amount of cleavage she showed was unholy. Honestly, she might as well have taken off her shirt. I almost heard a ping-ing noise from the simultaneous erections all the men were getting. Her white bra covered just enough for her to not get arrested for indecent exposure.
Red should have given up there. She really should have. It was over, for sure. It must have been. There was just no beating that.
Red thought. It was a long thinking process. I’m assuming she hasn;t much of a head, for it took her too long to think.
So long, in fact that white had pulled the line to indicate her stop.
White got up, and was walking off towards the rear door.
Red, not to be beaten, pulled out one of those makeup puffs, and quickly began applying makeup. She hurried as White calmly stepped off of the bus.
By the time we had reached the nest stop, Red was the most beautiful woman we had ever seen. She sat there, proud of herself.
And then something happened. Something horrible, something disgusting, something I will probably never, ever forget.
Red sneezed. She, of course, covered her mouth (as any fine lady would).
Unfortunately, when she pulled her hand from her mouth, a trail of mucus was pulled along with it. One end in her nose, the other in her hand.
She didn’t seem to notice, and rode the bus the rest of the way, boogers pouring out of her nose.
so fucking indie omgomgomg
bahahaa
nice
SORRY
Well, I haven’t been on this thingy here in forever. I’ll try from now on, I swear!
Is it just me or is Flapjack THE greatest cartoon ever (next to Spongebob, of course)?
I cannot, for the life of me, figure out why Apple Jacks are called Apple Jacks
My Plan for Today
So, today I’m djing at a party. But, see, when I say “djing”, I don’t mean I select a playlist and dance awkwardly, shining bright lights to distract from the horrible rap/pop mix I have chosen.
As well as produce our own tracks, my DJ Duo (The Compact Disco), does live remixes of songs and makes tracks on the fly, often improvising with Ableton to churn out a mix we like.
So, when I say I’m Djing at a party, I really mean I’m performing at a concert. After all, I am the one throwing the party.
I’m also headlining the event.
“House Music is my girlfriend. I love her so much that when I think about her, I can feel it in my chest and my stomach. A lot of people dont understand her, but it’s just cause she’s on another level. I also hang out a lot with her crazy exchange student friend named Techno and other times, I’ll hang out with her hairdresser friend named Electro. They are all really cool girls and they do their thing without caring what anyone else thinks of them. Sometimes this slut named Rock Music rolls up too. She always throws herself at me but shes a little too self-centered and tacky for me to get with her. Her friends are all weird too, but I figure it’s just a faze they’re going through. To be honest, I’ve slept with rock music a few times, but its not like I was gonna marry her or anything. I was dating this girl named Rap off and on since ‘86, but it got stale recently and we had a falling out. She’s still my best friend though. I go to her whenever I’m upset or lose track of my goals. Around the same time, I had a huge crush on this girl named Dance Hall but I dont think she ever took me seriously. When I was younger, I was with this girl named Punk for a few years. She’s a pretty unreasonable person and I guess we just grew apart. Not many relationships started that young and actually last forever, ya know? I see her around sometimes and its like I dont even recognize her. She wears more makeup now and she put on a lot of weight. The first girl I ever kissed back in elementary school was this girl named Blues. I was really young, but I guess she became my type… cause every girl since has looked a little bit like her in some way”
— Jesse F. Keeler
