The World is Crazy

That's my quote. Right there. The world is insane, crazy, mental, twisted, and everyone is caught in some 3-D Escher painting. And sometimes you're caught by its mangled web, and sometimes you spin it. This may seem a bit cynical, but, really, you have to acknowledge that fact. So in view of what I just said, let's see my day.

I got up at 6 to go to cricket, and played until about 10 or 11. In that 4 hours, I didn't really do much. I didn't bowl, and our team didn't really bat (read: only for about 2 overs). So we can basically skip that part. I get home, mow some of the lawns, and at about 3 or 4, everything just collapsed. I can take a look at these in order; first my Dad, who makes a fair point, from his point of view, and second Cam, who went, in my opinion went a bit, let's say, odd. If you're wondering why I made that bold, I'll get to that.

First, my Dad. I think it started when he was mucking around with my brother (who is about 10 and a half) and he ended up squashing him, inadvertently of course. Long story short, my bro tried to stop him crushing him, and my Dad thought he was just kidding. I hate misunderstandings. Anyway, my Dad, who works in Canberra, started feeling underappreciated, and called us in for a talk. It made fair sense, and he seemed very distressed. It would have been nice should he have let my brother make his side, but that's what you get for being 10. I didn't get to say much anyway.

Second, and this is the bloody annoying one. Cam sends me an email, apparently finding something wrong with this and this post. And then he starts onto me about how he 'didn't give him forms to fill out about using his name.' WT7? So he says he'll start informing people (read: Head of Student Welfare, or something) within 24 hours. As you'll see, there is nothing changed. That's because there is such a thing as freedom of speech. Cam used these expressions: defamation, slander, and cyber-bullying. As you can see, those last three things link to Wikipedia articles (all hail thine information god. I'm being sarcastic here, I'm a bloody atheist.) To defend my freedom of speech (that phrase is used twice now.), defamation is supposed to be false being passed off as true. As the article says, opinion is not counted, and is 'inherently not falsifiable' . Cam, my opinion of you has, in all honesty and bluntness, dropped several notches. I hope you're happy; I'm not.

That ends my rant. This is making me pissed off, so I'll stop. This post was supposed to be about Episode 33 of Abridged coming out and the podcast of it not working as well as misquoted expressions (to quote Ep 33: 'The enemy of my friend is also my enemy,' as well as 'I'm not British, I'm just gay.' See the series to know what I'm talking about.), but more important things came out. Ah, how crazy is the world.

May your day have not been as insane as mine,
AB

Today, on Valentine's Day...

Nothing happened. And that was the entire problem. This blog might (emphasis on might) be shorter, and I'm going to have another rant; much like yesterday, except, today will be less poignant and maybe a bit more serious. (And this blog post isn't straight-forward, a 'that's what happened' post. It's more like a stream-of-consciousness thing.)

It is my belief that society revolves around 2 things: love, and war. And everybody wants one and nobody wants the other, but both are there, and, I think, will always be there. Valentine's Day is a day to cherish love, and forget war. And while I sit on my bed, writing on my blog, listening to music on my headphones at 8:55, I can't help but think about love, especially today. And how it seems that everybody has it but me. Of course, I know in my head that's a load of crap: so many people are single, and in my group, basically everyone is, and a few have given up on love. But I haven't. Still, it seems that way. The last paragraph in yesterday's post sums it up. And I realise I'm about the only person who reads this thing, but you know what: I don't care. Ever since Tuesday (has it really been only Tuesday?) I've written at least 2800 words on this blog, and it is my vent, just a place I can talk to myself and it seems perfectly normal. Anyway, this love thing. Who knows, hey? I don't love anyone (as in gf-wise, not family-wise), but I want to. And that just seems to nag at my gut.

I should stop. I'm depressing myself. All I know is, I'm here. I could say, and I heard this on TV today: 'I'm not single, I'm available.' I could say that. But it's not what I'm thinking. And I hear from Cam and Victor that love hurts, love eats you up. Well, lack of it is doing the same thing.

Writing music helps. I like to write lyrics. It's enjoyable, and it's another way to vent. Cryptically, in songs, but here it's straight-forward (sort of). And this is better. The blog I mean. There's a line in 'White Noise,' which says: 'How can something unspoken seem so loud?' That line is brilliant (as is the song.) and it really says what I'm thinking here.

That's my blog for today. It may seem like I didn't say much (and it's only about 400 words. Doesn't seem that much.), but I think I've actually said more here than in any other blog post. If you know what I mean.

Enjoy your Valentine's Day, *sigh*,
AB

Philosophical Ramblings

Today, I'm going to make a slight tangent from the usual post. As you can see from the last 3 posts, all of them have been about basically how my day was. But, after reading a few blogs, it's actually a rant about basically what's going on inside (that sounded so... cheesy, cliché, you know what I mean), and considering the name of my blog site is 'From the Brain of AB,' that's what it probably should be about. So, that's what this blog will be about. I'm also writing this bit this morning (around 7:45, actually), because I know what I'm talking about (I think), and hopefully I'll know what I'm talking about this afternoon as well.

Isn't it interesting what life can throw at you? And I'm not saying, don't get me wrong, that I think this God's doing, because I am an atheist. If I can quote Douglas Adams (and I really hope I can. He was a brilliant writer.), 'Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?' And I think that's a brilliant quote. There's heaps of more Adams quotes here, and I recommend you look for more. Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes.

Isn't it interesting what life can throw at you? (Déjà vu...) Great times and not-so-great times, life is a rollercoaster. I'll give you an example. Last night, one of my best friends started getting a bit weird on me, over MSN, and by weird, I mean bloody disturbing, literally. If you're wondering what that 'literally' is, I suggest you Google 'Sanguinarian,' or go to the Wikipedia article here. This, my friends, is not good. Leeza, if you're reading this, please, from the bottom of my heart, at least try to stop. Please. I know I told you this yesterday, but this is not healthy, and frankly you're scaring me. That would be an example of a not-so-great time. Now for a great time, which also happened over MSN. I was talking to a friend of mine, who I have not seen in... jees, a long time. We went to my first primary school together, which would make it... 6 years? Something crazy like that. Anyway, I struck up a convo with her (or, rather, vice versa), and it turns out that after all that time, she still trusts me. A lot. And that made me feel very good inside, as if my magnet was lifting.

Let me explain here. When I say my magnet (and I am going to say it a lot), I basically mean that I seem to 'repel' people. By repel, I mean people sometimes seem to want to disassociate themselves from me, or avoid me, or... I should stop. I'm depressing myself. Anyway, basically 'repel.' My magnet. So, when I say my magnet is lifting, it means people seem to be more associated with me. Yeah. I really hope you know what I mean, because that's the best I can explain it. Anyway (and I should really stop saying that, that's the third time this post. And brackets. But I like brackets.), on to my day, which was one of hopes and laughs.

Today, it was Hurlstone's Valentine's Day, as well as Friday the 13th. Personally, my Friday the 13th was last Tuesday (post no. 1), and the Wednesday morning (post no. 2), so nothing really unlucky happened. Today, I slept in; to about 6:45. While that may seem early (and reading it, it really does), I usually get up at 6. Why, you ask? I don't know. I just do. Moving on, I got to school regular time, and went to English, and I swear, Mr. Hancock is the funniest teacher I've ever had. Example: Sandy asks 'Can I read the Daily Notices?' (as always) and Mr. Hancock replies: 'I wouldn't think so.' Simple, brilliant. Work done was minimal, and me being an idiot say things that sounded a lot funnier in my head (don't they always?). Maths, was also a minimal workload. Recess was a time for discussion with Vitale about completely random ideas, with 1 example being a doughnut-shaped bullet. That seems strange, but he makes some good arguments. Period 3 was Drama, in which Cameron and I played a brilliant prank on Shafi. With a sing-o-gram, which is basically a bunch people going around singing love songs from people who paid to other people. Kolodziej got sung 'Sexyback' with Shane and Kale 'dancing' for him. Rest assured we leapt at the opportunity to give Shafi that (but not from us. Somebody else.) Work was also basically nothing, but it's around this point I got Rickrolled. By myself. Yeah. I got 'Never Gonna Give You Up' stuck in my head. Come on! Next was Commerce, where some NTR (No Thought Required) work was done. Lunch was fun, then it was PE. OK, but at that point, I did something very stupid: play up the pity factor. Brilliant, Alex, brilliant. We had to pick groups, and I said 'I'll just go with whoever's left. As usual.' Idiot! Why? I'll get to that in the next paragraph. They say familiarity breeds familiarity. Well, I think it sometimes works the other way. Hopefully, no-one picked up on it, and my magnet doesn't decide to strengthen. Here's hoping.

This post is nearly over (and it's been over 12 hours since I've started it) but I'd like to end with just one thing. How do you know if someone likes you? This is the reason I said I'd get to last paragraph. It's not that I like her. It's that I'm not sure if she likes me. And I'm almost completely sure she isn't. But still I cling to that single thread that she may like me. Why? Some may say I like her. Really, I'm desperate. I want a girlfriend. I've only known what it feels like once (which was for one month in 2007), and since then, I've wanted someone again. I don't want to seem desperate, but really, I am. And not for anyone in particular, just someone. Just someone. *Sigh*

Thinking about nothing (and everything),
AB