I did this on Facebook, and I thought it could make an interesting blog post.
A good music video will redeem a mediocre song almost every time. This is why I like The All-American Rejects.
I will never stop playing bass. Even if I lose both of my hands, I will violently thwack my stubs against the strings, calling the technique “über-slapping.” It will be awesome.
I once had a high school teacher tell me that I had the handwriting of a serial killer.
The more people tell me I should cut my hair, the more likely I am to keep growing it out. I’m just stubborn that way. Besides, I like it long.
I’ve been told uncountable times by complete strangers that I look like Mikey from Orange County Choppers. I could go the rest of my life without ever hearing it again.
I’m one of those crazy people who think that we all should be held accountable for our own actions, without placing all the blame on the media or mild personality disorders.
I love dogs. However, I become ridiculously nervous around larger ones.
I stopped playing World of Warcraft several months ago, and I don’t really miss it. If I had the time or the money, I would probably still play casually.
I firmly believe that celebrities deserve less than half the attention they get, and that all of the reasons we think we should care, we really shouldn’t give a rat’s behind.
I’m musically open-minded enough to admit that a little rap or country never really hurt anybody.
Guitar Hero and Rock Band are okay in my book. But neither of them will EVER be on the same level as playing real instruments, and the moment people start treating them as such is when I get worked up. I don’t care if you can play “Though The Fire And The Flames” on expert, you’re still not a guitar player. It’s like calling yourself a football player just because you kick ass in Madden.
I don’t think the government has a right to tell someone they can’t get married. I think gay people should be given the same chance at adding to the national divorce rate as the rest of us.
I check my reflection a fair amount. I’m not vain, just extremely self-conscious.
I tore my ACL in high school playing a sport I barely even cared about. I had surgery and went through physical therapy, but I still limp every once in awhile.
I have a tendency to shut down and become silent whenever I get mad enough.The best thing to do is to leave me alone for awhile, and I will eventually come around. This is mainly because I would prefer to ignore you and calm down rather than saying something out of anger that I will probably regret.
I am happily engaged, and getting married this coming July.
I enjoyed most of my time spent in high school, but I don’t really miss it.
I don’t read as much as I used to. I’m working on that by taking classes that require me to read books I probably would never have heard of otherwise.
I’m pretty laid-back, so if I bother to get worked up about something it’s probably important.
My hometown of Walhalla, ND is a typical Midwestern community. Thinking back, I’m glad for the experiences of growing up there, but whenever I go back it’s almost more depressing than anything.
A few weeks ago, I had a dream where a blanket was slowly pulled off of me by an unseen presence while I lay in bed. It was so realistic and terrifying that, to this day, I still couldn’t tell you for certain whether or not it actually happened.
My main fears are small insects crawling on my body and being stabbed.
I played the trombone from 5th grade on to my freshman year of college. I went to music camp at least once per summer, and I remember that was the coolest thing ever. I still miss IMC.
I taught myself how to play bass by playing along to Metallica, Iron Maiden, and Green Day.
I spent a long time thinking of 25 random things to say.