I'm pretty darn awesome

Is that (the Title of this blog) ever a thought that lingers in your mind, dear enlightened and brilliant reader? If it is, well, you don't need to read this anymore, if not, continue reading as I have the perfect cure for it: Walking, Noise Cancelling (or at least limiting) headphones, Steel cap boots, sun glasses and some agressive music.

If your not entirely convinced just yet.. well, wait and I'll tell you why you should be.. (if you are convinced already you may stop reading now).

To convince you, I'll take a subject, a random subject, someone of rather average awesomness, although full of humility and brilliance. Someone with his head tightly screwed onto his shoulders, someone who bragging is as far away from as the second most fartherest sun, someone not awesome, but everything else, someone, just like... ME!

So, this is me then, writing this, not being biased or anything, just accurately been describing myself (I bet you for a while thought I were talking about you, silly reader, with your head all up in the pink fluffy clouds with rabbits on them [eating violet ribboned carrots {with artificial hummus flavour}].

Anyways, before I get carried away onto some tangent (which I'm not usually inclined to do, they are all perpendicular things routes filling out the ever important background story you probably don't know, and probably don't need to know, but that I [being such a nice guy] graciously enlighten you about) about goosebumps and their relation to tennis rackets, let's move on to the story.

So, picture, Me, with a pair of Sun glasses, Steel cap boots (rather worn, ankle high lazeups), black pants, shirt, noise cancelling headphones cutting you and most other noise making things around me, angry music pumping in my ears.. In short, picture perfect twat coolness.

Then I walk (slowly and meassuredly) down the street, minding my own business, listening to brillinat lyrics like "Now you wanna know, you want a name, You wanna call me motherfucker". and "I am a little more provocative then you might need,It's your shock and then your horror on which I feedSo can you tell me what exactly does freedom mean,If I'm not free to be as twisted as I wanna be" growing in stature and coolness as I go, looking at all you squirrels running around..

That, my dear reader friend, is when you just KNOW your pretty darn awesome (although everyone else probably do think you look like a twat (although only one of the definitions...), but who cares? Everyone else are just jealous that your so awesome...

So, there you go, if your not feeling to awesome, you know what to do, if your feeling to awesome most of the time, well, it's probably because you have been reading this blog...