Dear You.

One day you will find this
and youwillreadit.

One day you will unshelf this blog, and like a dusty book in 4 wall library you will open a door.

One day you will attend a Saturday Night. LIVE. from new york its Saturday Night. Live from a single dorm in the distant future, its Jason's hopes and dreams, yay confetti party Night Live.

Someday you will define your self as something. Lets all hope that day never comes.

Maybe (synonym. most likely) you will forget to remember things. Incaseyoudo.

Say something PROFOUND.

like.

1. The secrets of the universe is equal to the wing span of a single neuron.
2. When all else fails, close your eyes and fix your tie.
3. The weight of the world means nothing when your on a see-saw
4. Empty your pockets! Chewing gum and licorice. We are all Earthbound. (that was a haiku, fyfi)
5. Sometimes shoes can save lives.
   

also remember that

You like punctuation.
You like putting punctuation where it. doesn't belong
You like uniforms but only when it refers to single people
You like your collar bone.
You like video games and books and comic books and stories and dragons and sitting on santas lap telling him how bad you want to shit yourself from all the excitement.
You dislike shitting yourself.
You like speaking before thinking and thinking before breathing.
You like longboards.
You like crashing.
Into parties.
You like to play
You like to play especially. < ----
You like movies.
You like making them.
guitar. < ----

You call your self Asian when you are nervous. As if you had forgotten.
You get mad when people make judgment calls based on musical taste.
You like to be taken seriously but only by yourself.
You dont like to be taken seriously by strangers.
You sound like a teenage girl on paper.
You watch movies because everytime you finish one you pretend to be really solemn so none will bother you and then you act out all of your favorite scenes in your room to your reflection in the black glass on the small TV sitting on your dresser, only because this world needs a little more open tundras, fleeting fields, bands of brothers, wars and daggers, paper machete galoshes, tin cans that talk, cans of worms that open portals to alien worlds where teenagers from the 80s embark on a ludicrous adventure with beings of very cheesy animatronics, shrink rays, plastic scimitars and paper hearts You don't condone organ doners as much as you condone really generous people. You like your ginger like you like your labels for people.
You don't like ginger.

You will never accept aquaman as a super hero and on the off chance that you are ever saved by him you are hereby bound to attempt to fight him to the death, or kill all of his friends and then kill yourself to rescue your own honor and to save yourself the shame of being rescued by the gayest superhero in the world.

Disclaimer: There are two kinds of gays in this world. There are fun people that happen to be homointrestedinthesamesexuals. And then there's Aquaman.

note that Aquaman will always be referred to in the negative sense. ALWAYS.

One day you will make "Ella Fitzgerald" told you so catch on and you will be the coolest in all the seven seas. Or maybe just in this blog.

Tomorrow you will write in this again.

and soon you will graduate.

cue life changing blog.
roll nostalgic cameraman.
cut to: white

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Dear Diary,

Remember how i said id find you.
Well. Heres to the new you.


cheers.

PS: Dont say it.

_____,

Jason