How absurd.

"What happens?"

For every day, there is something happening, so I can't see how being at home is better than being at school. With a few exceptions I suppose.

Then again, does much happen? On most days, I wouldn't think so but....there's always that thing once in a while that makes me want to write about it. Although, weekends are just slow.

Hoping for more sun.

So much to do, but this time I AM doing it.

"This goes with this, and this and this and then VOILA. It's done.
.....What?"

Looks like Work Experience is up soon...soon...well, soon enough.

Next week shall be jam packed and full of buttery goodness. Gathering on the 14th, unless something drastic happens, then again on the 15th. So a film + explosives + party + hat which I need to make, but don't have a clue how, and I need to prioritize, which I shall do after I finish writing on and on so as to give the semblance of a coherent musing, and then go do what I wanted to do earlier, which is prioritize.

So perhaps I shall now, or perhaps I shan't and for all we know, everything is changing. How you say? That was my question too. Then if you think about it, perhaps it's not too far from the truth. Perhaps we all wonder, and all those oddballs scheming and changing the tides of things while being consumed in the process. (Reactants not catalysts you see.)

Perhaps it's not making any more sense than usual, so perhaps I shall use a more common example because the media madness is always madness. We shall use the example of Vuvuzela warrior, otherwise known as the bald-ish guy who hates me. Now, because he was mentioned before, perhaps I shall mention him again but with mine own experience. Thus is the story of him getting his prize weapons (Mere toys, not musical instrument nor weapons so calls him.) confiscated by really cool yet stern Commerce God. (Love you Happy Apple. Okay, maybe not, but it's really inspiring.) and then "standing his ground" and getting them back somehow. Then bragging about it all. I do have a neat passage, and maybe one of these days, I'll be angered enough to do something about it. Quietly of course. But you'll know when it happens. In the meantime.

"In his soul we do not find sham attitudes, he does not embellish and puff up the experiences which he truly has, he does not twist his gaze back on himself instead of looking at the object which demands a response of him. He is the genuine and straightforward man, i.e. the objective man in the highest sense of that word."

I love this text actually. It's quite good despite a few Christian notions here and there, but still very very good. Like the Art of War, but much much less flexible. Which helps.

http://www.ewtn.com/library/THEOLOGY/FUNMOR.HTM#3

Hoping to get to read it sometime. (Consider it MY "Catcher in the Rye", only 50x more accessible.)

I guess.....

"Thank you."

Sometimes you don't realize what great friends you have, until you really look, and I guess, it is quite interesting to see how things change, if they ever do, and if the seasons do change at all. Perhaps I'm just quite lucky. And maybe, if I stop and think about it...

Well, thank you. Because you don't ask stupid questions, and understand. (To some extent.)

And, I guess, on the topic of work. Who the hell cares if you do it or not? It is YOUR damned education. So if you care, then do it. If you don't then who else should care? No one else. No. One. So it applies both ways I suppose. If it's not your business, don't worry about it.

Hoping I get around to saying what needs to be said. (And defeat the ENEMIES.)

Eh...Whatever

"It shouldn't matter. Anyway..."

Well, sometimes things get nowhere. Actually, I just don't really feel like blogging. Sure there's lots to say, but it doesn't really matter and maybe I shouldn't write it down anyway.

Okay, well perhaps there is a little something.

"To a writer nothing is lost." Or something like that. It's quite a nice quote. Well, I guess then, anything can be inspiration, and maybe I should practice for when I need to write a short creative piece again, but I already have an idea and I've written down most of the first draft anyway.

Well, to re-iterate, if the whole world is allowed hypocrisy, always, why can't I allowed to have it, just this once?

Also, it's nostalgic, because I used to play Bejeweled. Which was much more....Epic, ish. This one is more light hearted. The other one was more...dramatic.

Hoping I have enough time to do everything I want.

How reliable.

"Just because a source is biased, doesn't mean it's unreliable and vice versa" - Only thing I have ever learned in History. Well, that's of some use in life.

Firstly, "third party photographical evidence". That's downright creepy. Seriously. Photographic evidence? >_>

And secondly your "sources" aren't as reliable as you might think they are. EDIT: (Drawing inspiration from a very Joyful Apple) Ahem, Bald-ish Vuvuzela Holder Who Hates Me, now has a network of people who think I've already kissed her or something. Crazy stuff.

Also, don't ever call Kathy crazy or ugly. Ever. Else you'll have me to deal with. And her army of....vampire pimp kung fu girl....robots. Or something like that. But mainly me.

And, polka dot? What?

Perhaps it's time to re-evalute facebook. Hrmmmm....

Hoping I make the right choice.

Good News, Me.

"So, where the bloody hell are you?"

Well, it's good for me that my almost-rotten-blue-mushroom garlic is actually growing. Well, sprouting the tops and all. So, soon I shall have a nice garlic plant and then have garlic. Probably by the end of the next next next week.

Quite complexly put, I'd rather know a why than a how normally, but this time I'm wondering about how. How does everyone know? It's creeping me out a bit. The everybody bit, not the knowing bit.

Anyway.

Hoping for comments, as per the norm.

Nothing?

"Was there ever a time where anything was wrong?"

Not all that much to be done.

Really, it's just wide reading. And does anyone understand the "Manipulate the texts" bit? I sure don't.

Waiting is quite boring. Especially with no-one to talk to. And in the early morning, nothing happens anyway. Everyone's sleeping save a few.

Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Hoping I can sleep in next weekends.