W.T.S. stands for many things. I hope for it to become a movement outside of my head, which is where it has been stuck for many years, growing into a wild, random, confused...thing.
I'll stop there. I read what I wrote and I picture either: a chubby smart-ass girl that wants to "fight the man", a nerdy guy that can't grow facial hair but thinks he is some clever badass, or the 8th grade leader of the awkward people trying to be student council president.
I don't want you to think I'm the next Carlos Mencia, so I'll be honest with you from the start. Although I label some people according to a stereotype (as above mentioned), I don't mean it in a negative, "I'm better than them", "a joke at their expense" way. I genuinely appreciate the diversity they bring to the table, and I respect most of them. They've changed the way I see things and taught me a HELL of a lot more than any of those generic flawless fakey people I've encountered. So obviously, if I dislike something-I will blatantly say it. No secrets or holding back here.
YET here I am. Fitting in and observing the life around me. I will challenge you to a game of beer pong any night of the week. Sit in the back of the classroom when I go, do minimum, and always bullshit my way to at least a C. My facebook not only exists but is checked almost daily.
I'll stop there. Since I don't even understand myself it's no use explaining it. We'll learn things as we go. I judged blogs as being kind of lame for people with too much time, but maybe I'm slowly becoming that person that writes in their journal daily and calls mom every night to "chat"...what the fuck.
Right now...my W.T.S. is.. where to start. and whys this shit (happen). weeds the shit (but I still prefer a jag bomb...or slappin a sac of franzia--don't act like you haven't done it).
1. please be open minded
2. rules are meant to be broken
