I treat my friends like mismatched tile cleaner bottles.

This was originally written on an iPod touch in the middle of the night, so that should tell you a bit about the state of mind that I was in when writing this.

As of the time of, well, writing this, I'm about 1/3 of the way into The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
A great book, or at least, it is so far.
I've been told that it is sad, which I don't doubt it is, because it has had some sad moments that seem to...draw me in...that make me feel like I can relate and sympathize.
The way the family gathering was described reminded me of my own family gathering experiences, albeit with less alcohol and abusive remarks. I'm talking about the way Charlie felt awkward in that situation, mostly.

As a preface to this part of the post, I would like to start out by saying that I am one of those people that would love to be OCD and organized but at the same time has no idea about how to go about that whatsoever. As Adrian Monk would say: "It's a gift...and a curse." And as I would add, "a hellishly annoying one at that."

I think what I am getting at is that I also apply this to people probably more than I should.
I don't like this at all.
I find myself wanting to categorize friends, often unfairly, sometimes paring down on my contact with people I would like to, deep down, talk with all the more.
And then, at the same time, I find myself forcing my presence onto my friends that I might not even want to talk with all that much, or even be around, for that matter because I simply want to achieve this perverse sense of symmetry.

I can't think of any good ways to describe it. Are there benefits? It doesn't help me keep or make friends.

I guess it's something for me to think over, and maybe you guys can...see if you do this.

-Ranger

Extruding prose like icing from a frozen pastry.

I often wonder how normal it is to stress over each paragraph written.
I am a perfectionist, and if I don't become happy with something I have created, I either destroy it or never do anything with it.
This is sort of relavent to me at the moment because I am going to be 15 very, very soon.
And I sort of had a pseudo-conversation with a friend about this, but for some reason I can't help but feel like I am going through some humorous existential crisis.
As selfish as it sounds, I can't help but regret not doing something...notable until now.
Does anyone else share similar feelings?

So today I have been sick.

this once was a post

now it is not

Christmas 2012

Hello!   It's been a while since I've talked to you all.   Way too long in my opinion.   Over the past week or so I've been filming and editing this year's Christmas video.   It's let me see the Holiday from a 3rd person perspective, which is neat, and I've been able to capture some memories, which seem to be flying past quicker than ever.  People are getting older, close family friends seem to be dropping like flies, and the whole...season has felt sort of..sad.  But the video I made tries to capture this year in a happy light.  So, without further ado, I present it to you.


-Ranger ^^;

New MySpace?

Well, the new MySpace layout was just pumped out to users worldwide, to the excitement of many. And at first I was skeptical, unsure of whether I would even enjoy this radical change.
After just 5 minutes with the clean layout and the new side scrolling design, I was hooked, posting statuses one after the other, and just now, I've changed my cover photo.

Unlike the old MySpace...this feels...natural.  It feels like it should have all along, or at least in my opinion anyway.  Although, I don't think this extreme minimalism would have been all that popular back, oh, say, 5 years ago, when FaceBook was beginning to usurp what MySpace had.

Another thing that seems to be changing the site is it's people, mostly creative people who have a great dislike for FaceBook, and want to use something radically new.  This is much better than what we have seen in the past, which was primarily 16 year old girls with hair extensions and duckfaces with emo friends.

It's quite the refreshing change from what the normal social network is.  

Have any of you joined?

If so, come nag me on my page!  CLICK HERE
It's a public page so feel free to post comments on my posts.  I'm on there quite a bit, so I will reply in a timely manner to most things.

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In other news, I made an intro of a sort for my videos.

It took quite a while to edit, actually, and it's only half finished.   Oh well.


Thanks for reading.

-Ranger ^^

((As an added bonus, I present to you some doodles I have done on an iPad))

Holiday Hair-Fail.

Every year, often the weekend after Thanksgiving my mother begins dragging out the holiday decorations. For many this is an incredibly happy time, for me this is a time in which I want to crawl up in a corner and hide.  You are now probably wondering why this is...and if you're not, you need to leave, because thats what this post is about. Well, from years past, I have been the subject of quite a few Christmas Tree ornaments that consist of a creative little frame, usually implementing my head/face in some sort of way.     Now, go look at the title, and look back down.  Yup. That's right.

 This picture to the right is from 2002.  I was in preschool, and the picture "frame" is an angel shaped paper plate creation thingy.
If you notice, the hair I was donning was...rather...bowl ish. But not like a normal bowl, but instead, it's...sort of like a pitcher.  And there may or may not have been a rat tail back there.

 We're going to jump 2 years right now, and zoom on over to 2004 for this photo. At this time, I had met a large amount of my current friends, and I was 6 years old.  I was as happy as a homeschooled clam who had just met a bunch of his long-term friends and all could be.  (Seriously, I still keep in touch with about half of the people from my 1st grade class on a weekly basis.)  But that's beside the point.  Let us discuss this hair. This was basically a shorter version of what I had in the previous picture, but with crooked, thin, and strange bangs and a little fluffy thing on the side.



Next we have yet another 2 year jump, bringing us to 2006, the year

in which I was 8.  Here we have...A variation on a theme, for the only noticeable difference is my hair colour.
I wish I had taken some pictures from the odd numbered years...I always had short hair in those.

Welcome to fall of 2006.  Here we have quite the mutation from what we saw before. This, my friends is full blown helmet hair, something that takes...I don't know what to achieve. If both ends of it were a bit more extreme I'd have Billy Ray Cyrus packing and feeling jealous of MY hair.

 ANNNDDD....this. This is 2008.
I can't...///

 And just for reasons I have my little brother looking like the joker. (2008 as well)

 AND. As a finale, we have my christmas tree..which...for some reason...shakes. 0.o

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-Ranger

Holiday Irony and More.

That video.  Yeah, that one up there. Why don't you click on it, it's got my friends and I in it.   That's usually enough to get you minions to click on the nonsense I upload, right?
If not, I'm going to have to rethink a lot of things.  And that would involve actual work, wouldn't it. Yeah...not going there.   Not to say that I'm a very lazy blogger, I'm just quite tired at the moment and don't feel like opening final cut again and re-editing the video.

In other news, or lack thereof, tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and, provided that we can all ignore the Nicole Westbrook song that was recently dropped on our unforgiving ears, we should be able to get on with the day like any other normal human would.
And, while we're on the subject, was the black guy in that turkey suit from the aforementioned video the same guy that was creepin' the limo in "Friday"?   Coincidence, I think not.

Yesterday I went to a local mall, spending about half an hour perusing the Apple Store.  This usually leads to many things.  First, I stare blankly at my now 3 year old iPod, partially hiding it from the employees in shame, whilst part of me wants to hold it in the air, proud of having it so long.   The latter applied when I proudly brought my then 12 year old laptop to the genius bar one day.     Now my current computer is only 2 years old, and compared to what I used in the store, it's already feeling sluggish.  Either I have a virus, or Apple's reality distortion field is kicking in, big time.
Even my dad fell in love with the new iPad 4.

After that portion of the outing we made our way to the Whole Foods, which, for someone who has to eat Gluten Free is a dietary Mecca.  Need I say more?

There wasn't a whole lot I did after that, so, I leave you, with a short sub par post, and the hopes that I will film my family's antics, or lack thereof tomorrow on the holiday in which we are supposed to give thanks, but instead pass out on the couches of relatives with a headache and a burnt hand from when *insert relative here*  dropped that pot of coffee on you.

Thanks for reading, and supporting my internet existence, or whatever it is that you do.

-Ranger :3