Here In My Car

I write little sections of short stories sometimes. Lots of them are actually real similar, and I even use really similar writing techniques in pretty much all of them. Yep, all my stories are really really similar. You'd get bored if I posted every single one of them.

Willard sighed as he slowly walked back and forth around the kitchen of his apartment. His actions were almost robotic; he was too immersed in his own thoughts to mind much else. Had he been a little more attentive, he would have heard the low hum of Christmas carollers on the sidewalk below his window, or the mixed audio of three different feel-good Christmas movies were playing on the televisions of the apartments nearest him, or the drunken whoop of someone drinking themselves blind a little further up. Christmas was meant to be a time spent with loved ones, but Willard only had a few of those. Of those, even fewer considered him the same.
Willard had been considering having a small get-together with friends at his apartment this Christmas. Nothing big, just a nice Christmas turkey dinner, maybe watch a nice Christmas movie afterwards, I hear Love Actually's on at 8 30 tonight, not sure what channel though, maybe have a bit of a drink too. When Willard asked Keith, Keith said he just felt like spending Christmas at home. When Willard asked Sheena, she said she was going to the party at Keith's place. So were Karen, Jenny, James and Kirk. Didn't Keith ask you? Oh.

I always have trouble figuring names for stories. I got Willard from a a Names website, Keith is because I was reading the Wiki article for Mick Jagger and Keith Moon wasn't mentioned, but Keith Richards was, and they're the same name in my mind. But Keith in this story was named after Keith Moon. Sheena is from both Sheena is a Punk Rocker by the Ramones and Sheena is a Parasite by the Horrors, and I always use Sheena as a name in my stories. Well I do now. Karen and Jenny are just 'modern-sounding girl names', and aren't really named after anyone. Kirk and James are off Metallica. And Love Actually just because I really felt like watching it on Christmas, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I've decided to post more of these if I can't find things to blog about, but just you wait, I've got, quite possibly, the very best idea in the world for a blog coming right at you soon. It's called Things I Would Do Rather Than Die. It's a pretty big list right there, so it might be a while in the making, but it'll be totally worth it.

topeig

right off julie's

I think that the truth is actually what happened in a situation. Don't ask me who actually decides what actually happened in a situation because I don't know.
For example, let's say I walk down a paved walkway in a park, and what actually happens is I stumble over a loose shoelace. However, maybe I just assumed that I tripped over a a rock or something and sya maybe osmeon eelse was watching me from afar and they thought it lokod like i tripped over a crack in teh pavement ofr something/ i'm not really insired to finsih this bliog anymore

Level 70 Blood Elf Elementalist Mage

So I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing that there are lots of things that I reckon I'm quite capable of learning and doing, but I'm too lazy to really put the effort into learning and doing them. Among this list of things is learning to dance, that thing where you roll a coin over your fingers, and a bunch of songs that I could probably learn the solo to if I really put in the effort. I'm convinced that this list could go on and on, but I can't be bothered thinking it up.
Actually wait no, I'm pretty sure it's a bad thing.
There's a foil Dove chocolate wrapper on my table and on the inside it says
"A diamond is a piece of coal that finished what it started."
If someone could explain that to me, that'd be good coz I don't get it.

Faceplant Pavement

Since my 'deep' blogs (COZ THEY ARE DEEP) are fail, I'm just going to talk about whatever.
I'm going to blog about the same subject as Stephen but give my own take on it. No doubt I'm going to make a lot less sense, but hurrrr.
Anyway, we had an afterparty at Patrick's. I brought my formal stuff so we could take photos and it'd look like an actual formal afterparty as opposed to a get-together at his house the night after the formal, but we didn't. Patrick said in his email that we didn't have to.
So yeah I got to Patrick's at about 8 30 ish, and by that time everyone was out of the pool and sitting around a table eating chips. So I sat down too and we just talked and yeah. Aw. There was a really stupid in-joke that went on through the whole experience, coz we got the feeling that Brian was bugged, and so we couldn't slip up any information about Patrick's secret hydroponic Cousin and WRX growing stash when we were talking to him. Turns out that he wasn't, and also that it was a really stupid joke.
After we ate steak sandwich thingies and cleared up a bit, we went back inside and settled down to play Guitar Hero 4 until we got sick of it, which is starting to become a sort of recurring theme with get-togethers at other people's houses now. After a bit I changed into my board shorts because I still wanted to take a dip into the pool before the night was over because I thought it'd be fun, but it was really cold and I got out pretty much right away, after swimming a couple rounds around to eat the Christmas beetles that were in the pool. After that, I went back inside and dripped on Patrick's furniture and big floor carpet while we played lots and lots of Guitar Hero. After we got really sick of it, we played a bunch of other games, I can't remember in what order. I think it was Guitar Hero, big blank where we sat there and did pretty much nothing, Halo 3, and then FIFA and Fight Night and I can't remember.
At about 2 20 Simon and Stephen tried going to sleep, while we started playing Guitar Hero again, HURRRR. Then after that Brian and Pat played that basketball game that I can't remember the name of. At this point (3:30) I curled up on the cool spinny couch chair thing that Patrick has and went to sleep. I woke up at about 5-something, and I was extremely cold because we didn't close the glass door to Pat's back yard after I came back in from the pool. I don't think anyone noticed because it was getting stuffy in the room and the wind was nice. However, not at 3:30. I was also really stiff because I was curled up the entire night. I figured, hey, this is how I normally sleep, but I didn't consider the fact that after I fall asleep, I probably stretch out a bit. After spending the entire night in the exact same position, it felt REAL good when I got up and stretched. I sat there for a little bit and then I think I went back to sleep, though I didn't fall asleep properly. Then everyone else woke up except Brian and Simon, and we just kinda sat there because we were tired. I think. Then me, Stephen, Simon and Pat went out to the pool because we thought it'd be a mad idea to jump in in the morning even though it was still really cold, while I went and got changed into my board shorts. I came back out and jumped in and it turns out it was actually really really cold (HURR) so I got back out. Then Simon jumped in, and he got back out too, and Simon and Patrick went back inside while me and Stephen sat by the pool (we didn't get in because it was too cold, but we were sitting in the sun) and talked about deep things. Then some other people came out and joined us, and then it somehow turned into an intense stand-off where if we let our guard down, we'd get hit hard by balls, or sprayed at menacingly with the water gun. That's actually a lot more annoying than it sounds. Then after a bit we dropped it and started drying off, though Patrick started trying to whip me with his wet towel which spurred Simon to smack me with his, which hurt a LOT. So we went inside and then decided to walk out to the park, and also stop by Quix to get some food, or Maccas, to get some food, or something. We walked to the park and walked for a while before coming to the conclusion that we had nothing to do. So we walked to Quix, bought slurpees, and walked back to Pat's, where we played Fight Night again, and everyone got pwnt by Brian. Then after that we started playing NBA again, where I got smacked by Brian, who then played Simon while me and Pat went on the laptop and tried to get a game called Enjoyable Horse Racing to load, which turned out to be the stupidest, shittiest game ever. Then I played Patrick in NBA and it was tight but he won. Then we packed up Brians stuff, and then I can't even remember what we did after that, because it's quite possible that me and Stephen got picked up by my mum.
I realise I left out a LOT, such as what Benguyen did the whole night. I think he was just watching, and sometimes played Fight Night and Guitar Hero drums, and he went home just before the pool in the morning. SORRY BEN! And yeah, that was pretty much the day.
This was an unnecessarily long blog. Maybe I should write more blogs where I go into little stupid details that no one really wants to read but they do anyway because they think there might be something worth reading if they read on, but then they get disappointed. HURRRRRRRRRR. This thing has no 'preview'.

Shallow Water

I think that it doesn't matter too much about how you spent your formal, as long as you had fun. All the happenings of my night can pretty much be grouped into two catergories.
- Standing around as part of the circle for the various danceoffs, shouting 'EYYY OHHH' and waving my arms whenever anything fancy happened, which to me, seemed like all the time.
- Lying on the floor near my table and staring at the ceiling. I was kinda baffled by the way that every single time I laid back down on the floor after getting a drink, the lights on the ceiling would somehow reconfigure themselves.

Oh right and also Wilfred Owen, my bread-man.

Anyway, I've run out of things to say about the formal. I'm going to type up what I'm thinking.
- blank
- my sister has started making lots of blueberry pies.

Y'know I think this lack of constant flowing thought is a good thing, or at least, it is for now, though it's not good for blogging since all my thoughts are disjointed. I'm not sure whether I want to spend these holidays going out lots or just staying at home and relaxing, or both, or something. I'm not even so sure about being a journalist anymore because it occured to me that I don't even know what a journalist does. Actually I don't know. I just don't want to be a reporter.

my documents backgrund opiture

SO I thought it'd be good to write a blog at school, seeing as how I have things to do.

I'm going to type up everything Saarthak says in IST.

Saarthak: Oh. OH. AHHH. AHHHHHH. Googul. Ahha-ha. Ah-haha. Oh my god this thign cant even load google, so stupid. Yep. AH YEP. Uh. Ah. Ah. Heh heh heh. Yeah heh heh hheh yeah. Far out. End now, bitch. Maybe I should go to google.com.au... Doo doo doo. Working now. PRUBABLY. Its.. its not. So stupid. This is dumb. I'm gonna make a new game. Yeah? Let's go. One piece, one piece. What the fuck where's ninja, doesnt work anymore. Virus ahh yeah. My documents background.. what? Background picture. HOT. HOT. Hot pictures. Good voice? HOTTIE. HOTTIE. Huhh, chung-eh. Technology. Don't touch, I WILL touch. Khoa Bui. Oh its Pantene. Oh ooh, whoops, ow, no way. Jamiroquai. I don't think there's a sound cable here. WHAT THE FUCK MAN MOUSE JUST

I'm not sure what he said after that. MAD BLOG.

Here Comes A Shit Blog!

Sometimes when I'm thinking about life, as I do, I think to myself, I don't think I'd actually mind living in a car. I think it's one of those things where, when thinking about it, I think "Oh that doesnt sound as bad/important/good/adjective as everyone makes it sound, I don't think I'd mind that too much," but when it's actually happening to me, I end up agreeing with everyone else.
In this situation, I think I'd probably try living in a car for a while and then eventually realise that living in a car is actually as bad as it's portrayed.

Removing the Social Conventions

Hey so you can ignore the following paragraph about morals, coz it's kinda dumb. I think I'll rewrite it and make it make more sense, or phrase it better, or something, and then post it.

So I was thinking, pretty much all the relationship problems (not limited to romantic relationships, just relationships in general with other people) are only problems because of social conventions. By social conventions I pretty much just mean morals, but some other stuff too. Take away everyone's morals, and the social problems disappear. You wouldn't need to worry about your treatment of other people because no one would care. I think.

Last night, I thought I'd try out my sisters' exfoliating face gel wash thing. I was reading the instructions coz I wasn't sure if there was anything special you're meant to do, and it said to avoid the delicate eye contour area, but I thought I interpreted that as 'pay special attention to the delicate eye contour area', so I did. Then my eyes starting stinging a bit and aching, and they went red.

So I'm thinking more and more of just giving up on my entry on the Bubbble, as pretty much all the votes I've received are from people I know, and pretty much none are from the voters on the bubble, although I don't think many people read the literature section much anyway. Most people just pay attention to the photography and other visual catergories.

http://generalpants.com.au/The-Bubble/Gallery/Online-Competitions.html?EntryId=1841

There's the link if you want to read it and possibly vote for it, which would be heaps appreciated, but if not, then that's cool too.

Under the spreading chestnut tree,

I sold you and you sold me.

There lie they and here lie we

Under the spreading chestnut tree.

Yeah so I'm gonna head to truong-english, which starts in about twenty minutes ish. I think that's a good thing because I was starting to run out of things to say.

Hair Hair Hair

Well for once I have something to blog about that's maybe okay for reading, but quite possibly not.
So I was thinking about my dogs today, as I do, and I was wondering about feeding. Say you've got Canned Dog Food X, and it's alright, but is pretty shit compared to a fat steak. Would it be better to feed your dog nothing but X for it's entire life, or would it be better to feed it X, but at randomly selected dates of the year, feed it a nice steak?
I think everyone would choose to feed the dog a steak every now and then, but the main problem I had was that I couldn't figure out if feeding my dog steak at random would get it's hopes up. My problem was that I was imagining myself as a dog, and I decided that if my owner randomly gave me steaks, I think I'd probably get my hopes up every time. Will steak be a regular thing from now on? I love steak.
This first occured to me when for whatever reason, we had barbecue-food at home, and there were lots of leftovers. I think they might've been from a barbecue. Snap. So we gave the dogs something like a big .. bone thing, and they took it away to the couches and chewed at it on the couches. My dogs do that, they're allowed on the couches. Then the night after, there were no more leftovers, so my parents reverted back to giving the dogs their normal daily feed of rice mixed with boiled chicken and vegetables. I'm not sure what to think about the fact that my dogs sometimes get nicer dinners than I do.
Everyone I've asked said that it'd be better to feed it a steak every now and then, which I suppose makes sense.
Also, I always try to be careful when I talk about animals. I try not to refer to them as 'its', like 'The dog was lying on the floor. Its head was resting on its paws.' I try to refer to the dog as either a he or a she. I'm not sure why. I know that in the previous paragraph I referred to the dog as an 'it', but .. yeah.
Sometimes when I'm thinking about animals, I feel like I can really empathise with them. Then I get stuck wondering about whether or not my animal-mind-simulated thoughts are accurate. Do animals really think like how I imagine them to? I always imagine animals to have much simpler feelings and thoughts than people, but I don't really know. Dogs seem pretty capable of a wide range of feelings and emotions. They've got all the basic ones, like happy, sad, angry, jealous, all that. I always think that dogs minds are much simpler than ours, but I can't really word why.

Anyway, I've lost my train of thought. Just something for you to think about, I suppose. In other news, I really wanna go see the Arctic Monkeys on their BDO sideshow, but I can't go unless I've got someone going with me. Naj McRodjington said he'd come and he's already going BDO which is the NEXT DAY, but I think my mum meant 'You can only go if you've someone to go with whose parents are driving them.' Problems! Perhaps we can sort something out, Mr Roj.

This blog sounds deep in my mind, but I bet I'm going to feel like an idiot when I post it.

I think I'll write another blog immediately after this one. Good logic.

new blog!!!!!~!!!

Hey well, so, I can't figure out anything I want to blog about coz I don't really have many interesting views on things. Well I do, or I like to think I do, but I can't think of any right now. I think they're mostly about animals. I've begun to notice throughout this year that I use really poor logic.
So apparently Dannis is going to be contributing to our blogs sometime soon. He says he's going to just edit our posts so that everything ends in ass, or just post Bun Bark Bitch. I don't think recruiting Dannis as a contributor would be beneficial. At all. He's going to the formal with Yvy.
Also I'm meant to make a new skin so that our layout is all fancy like Julie's, or something, but I don't really know how.
Anyway, I just got back from Canberra. I didn't really, I got back Sunday afternoon, but I like to talk as if I came back a few hours ago.
Jeez, blogging is a lot harder than I initially thought. J, bialhtiit. geddit?

genvout out KIK!!!! HISS!!! HISS!!!!!!

The Happiest Smegdog Ever

Well, me and Stephen have decided to follow the trend and blog on blogspot like everyone else. I don't even know what we're going to blog about.
For anyone wondering, the word smegdog is an amalgamation of the words Smegma and Hotdog, smegma being the proper word for yknow, dick-cheese.

http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smegma