I have had absolutely nothing to blog about. Although that's probably an excuse my subconscious mind has thought up for me, to cover up the fact that I lack any kind of motivation to perform any kind of action, whether I enjoy it or not, and the realization of this has caused my subconscious mind to go into a state of panic and paranoia, to the point that I just want to bash my head into something until I am unconscious. I could easily write about how my mother is attempting to restrict the feeble amount of independence that I have gained, for her own benefit. I could easily write about the artistically challenged "artists", or so they call themselves, where their most artistic feat is being able to play some generic Yngwie Malmsteem-esque song on their generic Gibson brand guitar, and how their hair is grown past their shoulders, so they can mimic their favorite 'artist', with whom they only 'enjoy' because that 'artist' has sold everything that they have produced, for their own monetary benefit. I could easily blog about the lack of form in this entire blog. I could easily write about the fact that this blog is self aware, in some kind of meta-blog way. I could easily blog about my lack of poetic ability, and how my self loathing because of this fact even further stalls any artistic or poetic process that may be going on. I could easily blog about the fact that I just received a text message during the writing of the last sentence, exclaiming "NO THIS IS PATRICK" from somebody named Jeff, with which I am going to visit his girlfriend at her birthday party. I could easily write about how much I loathe cell phones, but that I own one, despite the fact that I have only sent a handful of text messages, I still loathe myself for it. I could easily blog about how I use commas too much, in an attempt to space out my run on sentences better. I could easily write about how I can't decide whether to say "I could easily write" or "I could easily blog". I could easily blog about the Velvet Underground, whom I am listening to right now. I could easily write about how I am totally unsure about the use of 'whom' as opposed to 'who', and whether I used it correctly in the last sentence or not. I could easily write about how I forgot to acknowledge that I have used 'whom' elsewhere in this blog before, without correcting myself. I could easily blog about how I haven't used the 'backspace' key while writing this. I could easily write about how that last sentence is an utter lie. I could easily write about how those last two sentences were extraordinarily unoriginal. I could easily blog about how cliche it is to point out your own unoriginality in an attempt to not seem unoriginal, but only end up being twice as unoriginal. I could easily blog about how much I hate the people who acknowledge my existence at my school, but haven't I done that in every blog I have written so far? I could easily blog about my lack of linguistic skills. I could easily blog about the fact that I just got an Instant Message from the very same Jeff that I mentioned before, asking "So why are your mother and father cunts and ignorant." referencing a facebook status that I had recently posted. I could easily blog about the fact that he should have had a question mark at the end of his sentence. I could easily blog about how much I hate facebook, and other social networking websites, but how I use it anyways. I could easily blog about how I don't have anything to blog about, but I just did that right now didn't I?