hellllllooooooooooooooooooo ladiesssssss

Alright, so I made my new year's resolution. Which is...to not have sex with anyone again until i am in a relationship with said person. If this lasts longer than the next time I'm drunk I think it might actually work out.

I started to feel like a slut to be honest, which is hard for a man to actually admit to himself.

And I'm over party girls. I just want to meet a nice girl who knows her shit and isn't fucking off the wall crazy.

I'm not gonna find that if I keep getting drunk and having random in-n-outs naw what I sayin?

So, if you, are a nice girl, and aren't crazy or full of yourself, and you like real men not girls dressed in boys clothes.

Hit me up so I can stick to my resolution.

-ian

well hello there. have a seat.

Well, I had started this blog quite some time ago, and recently it has come to my attention that a lot of you are starting your own. I've read some of the entries and decided that you suck and what I have to say is much more important than anything that could possibly exit your pea-sized brains.

To get back on track, my previous three entries have been about how I despise pussies, don't know what to do with myself after graduating college, and how I'm a fan of sexual deviancy. I would like to maybe write a few things of some substance, yet I never have anything of substance to say.

I think it is quite funny how some people who I've never known to be political always rise right around voting time and act like politics and things of the sort ARE THEIR LIVES.

Now, voting is very important unless you have an IQ below 145 (please opt out and vote for who your favorite Gossip Girl is). If you are not well-versed on the issues and what each candidate stands for please just give it a rest. I understand, Obama will bring change and yes, McCain is an old fart...but truly do you know what plans either of them have for the future of our country or are you just under the spell of campaign ads and what your hipster friends are telling you?

If so, please see the end of line 11 and the beginning of line 12.

K, so now we shall get onto some reviews I have.

Saw Choke, fucking loved it. I love Sam Rockwell. And to be honest I think he is what anchored the movie for me. Since...OH GOD PLEASE IAN DON'T SAY IT.....I DO NOT LIKE FIGHT CLUB.

Moving on.

New Murs. Heard most of it. Downloading now. Something you should download as well.

Lastly, Sarah Palin is a gorgeously retarded women.

Joe Biden is a prick. But I sure do love him

That is all.

-Ian

SHIT TOWN US OF A

SO, WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE A YOUNG WHITE AMERICAN MALE ATTENDING COLLEGE FOR A PIECE OF PAPER THAT YOU AND YOUR PARENTS BELIEVE WILL HELP YOU GET A BETTER JOB THAN THE CHANCES OF A HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE?

WELL, FIRST OFF THERE IS THE FACT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK I WANNA DO WITH MYSELF, OR MY LIFE. THE ONLY THING THAT HAS SOLIDLY STAYED INSIDE MY HEART AND SOUL IS MUSIC. THERE WILL NEVER BE A LOVE I FEEL STRONGER THAN MUSIC. NO FEMALE WILL EVER COMPARE TO THE PASSION I HAVE FOR MUSIC.

SO, WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO? QUIT? AND PURSUE MUSIC WHOLE HEARTEDLY AND 100% OR DO I STAY SAFELY IN BETWEEN, ONE FOOT IN, ONE FOOT OUT?

I AM ACTUALLY TOO CLOSE TO GRADUATION TO QUIT. IT WOULD BE EXTREMELY NON-LOGICAL TO GIVE UP NOW. BUT FUCK MAN, THE CLOSER AND CLOSER I GET THE HARDER AND HARDER IT IS TO GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT IT. I DON'T CARE IF I GRADUATE OR NOT. THOUGH, I KNOW I SHOULD.

I GUESS REALLY, I HAD A GOOD CONVERSATION WITH MY FRIEND DANIEL AND REALLY WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT. I WANNA HAVE A GOOD LIFE, GOOD FAMILY, MAKE DECENT MONEY...BUT STILL BE PUNK AS FUCK.

PUNK AS FUCK TILL I DIE.

I HATE PUSSIES

you know what i hate? what bugs me more than anything? fuckin pussies. i hate pussies. like if you are not grown up enough or man enough to take some shit every once in a while then please don't talk to me. i deal with hate on the regular im a white rapper for fuck's sake. but...it happens. don't be such a pussy. just deal with it. don't be such a fuckin weak ass. shit happens all the time, and shit a lot worse then what your pathetic life consists of. don't be a bitch. maybe im hardened by now, but shit i used to be a pussy too. then i grew up. noticed life was bigger than the bullshit going on around me. manned up and acted like one. don't shed no fuckin tears. fuck that. its stupid. someone knocks you down you knock that motherfucker twenty times harder back, or you just simply get up, and move on.

basically, realize that everything is fine, you're not gonna die yet and life moves on.

fuckin pussies.

wait, did i show you my specialty?

So maybe it's cause I don't sleep well, or some other shit, but i've been blacking out like a bitch lately. It's always an awkward feeling waking up not knowing what the hell you did the night before. I often think like what if i was so drunk one time i robbed a bank or some shit and completely forgot about it. Like saw that shit on the news saying "Ian Bangs is wanted for robbing a bank and shooting three people" and had no clue. Maybe one day it'll happen. Maybe not. You know what I fucking hate? Little shits at parties who think they're some tough guy and always try to starts fights. Parties are supposed to be fun, so why not just have some? Instead these guys choose to act like an asshole and make me wanna knock their teeth out. Back the blacking out thing, I guess I really don't care. Some people talk shit about drinking and how it's so stupid. Listen, I'm 23, I'm out there having the best time I can until I'm married with kids and working some bullshit job I hate for the rest of my life. So I'm guessing I got another 4 or 5 years in me till I settle down so just get used to it. You think I wanna die and look back knowing my youth sucked balls cause all I did was watch movies and look bored and pissed off at parties I shouldn't even be at in the first place? Fuck no. I wanna look back and say I played so many shows got fucked out of my head did lots of dumb shit had sex smoked too many cigarettes danced till my legs are numb pissed on something i wasn't supposed to knocked some pricks teeth out yelled stupid shit at people hit shit on the street with my car stole something awkwardly weird from a late night diner hated cops made people dance made people laugh made people cry spent too much money at the bar smoked too much weed ate too much drove fast pissed off frat boys and sorority girls and broke a lot of stuff that didn't belong to me.

that's what the fuck i wanna say.

-ian