Whenever I feel like doing philosophy-type stuff, I’m going to use this title. And I know I’m stealing this from myself (is that even possible?), but I love the title. So this post is going to be in three parts: My day, philosophical ramblings, and comment replying. Something tells me this is going to be a long post.
I woke up, and went to read. I haven’t done that in ages, waking up and reading. It’s refreshing. Then, after my brother got up, we grabbed breakfast, and then both did a Sudoku puzzle in the newspaper. Why? Why not? I then read and went on my laptop for a bit. Then Poppa asked me to get photos from his mobile onto his computer. After 30 minutes of installing, reading and re-reading manuals, and finding USB ports, it turned out that that the operating system was ‘incompatible’ with his phone. Bloody hell. Then we had lunch, and did something very interesting. Poppa had ordered for a tree to be cut down, so we went outside to watch it. They couldn’t cut it down in one go, because it was sandwiched between his house and the neighbour’s house, so they had to bring in this machine. It’s hard to explain, but it consists of treads, four extendable legs, and one long extendable arm. It drove to the place it needed to be, then extended the four legs so they all touched the ground, for support. Then (and this is the awesome part), the legs lifted the whole thing off the ground. The arm then extended upwards, with the operator inside, to get to the tree. The operator then took out his chainsaw, and just started chopping off branches. After he'd cut off at least 20 or so branches, a second truck turned up. This one was a chipper. Someone else then started lugging branches and logs to the chipper. Anything put in it was promptly consumed by the machine and pulverised, spurting out wood chips out the other end into the back of the truck. I saw a log about 7 or 8 cm, put into the chipper, which then swallowed it up without so much as slowing down. Over the space of about 45 minutes, the tree was destroyed. All it is now is a stump 3 cm off the ground. After all that, we went up to the shops, to look for something to buy. We went looking for books, but I couldn't find anything. We then had a look at the games, and the same thing happened, though my brother found a game. When we got back to my grandparents' place, we were almost immediately picked up. When we got home, I went on my laptop almost straight away (internet, how I missed you), and here I am, listening to music, talking on MSN, and blogging of course.
Now to philosophical ramblings. I was reading something, and it got me thinking about a conversation I had once with a friend about the difference between 'me' and 'I'. In short, 'me' is what the world thinks you are, and 'I' is who you really are. In their words. I'll talk about 'me' for a bit. Reading, getting good in tests, and being completely unsocial. That young kid. Now who am 'I'? If you read my blog, you probably have a fair idea. You can't express a person in a few words. But the thing is, most people I know don't really know who 'I' am. This annoys me. Sometimes I just wish people would know who 'I' am. If once in a while, people would stop and at least try to empathise, everything would be so much better.
Wow. That wasn't much. But it felt like a lot. Anyway. To comments. 5, from 4 people. But, that's pretty good.
*Victor: I hate mental blanks. They're so... something.
*Ebony: I love old money, and different money in general. I've got money from Thailand, China, Switzerland, America and France, to name a few, as well as some differently printed coins in general. Old newspapers are also really good, they're like a trip through history.
*Rosa: I'm as shocked as you are. And that storm was really freaky, though we got the worst of it here. Almost here literally, since there was lightning in my suburb. And I am going to have to remember that ebuddy thing: something tells me that will come in very handily.
*Victor: I actually used to collect postcards. Don't ask me why, I just did. And I know exactly what you mean by that wonder/nostalgia thing. Our garage also used to be a lot like that, but we cleaned it out. Got rid of a whole heap of stuff.
*Karen: That was a lot of fun, though you're right, it did get a bit boring after a while. And it is really exciting, in a way, to go through some old stuff, even if it's your own. You can practically see the memories.
Well, that wraps it up for me. I still haven't got to my book; I'll do that tomorrow. This I promise myself.
This post took me over 90 minutes,
AB
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Thursday, April 16, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
A Saturday Stay at Shay's
That's right, I'm at Shay's posting this again, as it seems every Saturday bar one this month has been spent with Shaylee in some form or another, whether at her house or at Star City. Let's see what happened today, as well as a brief speculation on the identity of the anonymous commenter from yesterday's post.
I woke up at 6:30, then went back to sleep after realising it was 6:30. I woke up again at 7:30, to the sound of my brother asking me where the sequel to Eragon is, after I introduced it to him yesterday. He left for AFL, and I got up for breakfast. Jo dropped Shay and Lachlan off at around 9:30, and we left for my brother's game about 20 minutes later. When we got there, we went down to see my brother goal-umpiring (which was pretty funny), and then went up to the ground manager's desk. Then after a bit, it was a time for my brother's game, and we (Shay and I) had to go do the goal-umpiring. I did the flags, and Shay recorded the score. We did OK, except in the second quarter when our team was kicking the other way and we had to rely on the other goal umpire to accurately keep score. Only problem was, the other goal umpire didn't seem to understand the concept of waving flags, so we had some difficulties. The last half didn't count, as the Tigers (my brother's team) smashed the other team, so the mercy-rule was inflicted at half-time, so score wasn't kept. At that point we just listened to my iPod (surprisingly, the song stuck in my head is not by Queen. It's 'Electric Feel') and so forth. After the game, we packed up and I read more of 'Twilight.' Then we went to Westfields, where we spent about 2 hours shopping for books, since we had vouchers from a very, very late Christmas present. I went to Angus and Robertson, where I spent at least an hour looking for a book. Unfortunately, in Angus and Robertson, they don't seem to know who Douglas Adams is, or Alexandre Dumas, and science books are unknown. I tried to order 'The Three Musketeers,' but even the supplier was all out. That's just ridiculous. We then made a stop off at Dymocks, where they have science books but everything that was expensive was good, and the reverse. They also didn't have 'The Three Musketeers,' but they could order it, so I asked them to. When we got home around 3, I went on my laptop, and got ready to go to Shay's. There, we did what we always do at Shay's: watch TV and go on our computers while EJ and Lachlan do something. Right now they're playing volleyball with a balloon and an imaginary net. For some reason. BANG! And now it's ended. Wait, they found another one. And now they're playing in the dark. Anyway, here I am, blogging. I'm also borrowing 'City of Glass' from Shaylee; I can't wait to start it.
Now my speculation on the anonymous commenter from yesterday, who for the sake of argument I'll call AC (ie Anonymous Commenter). They seem friendly, and I'll go through a few facts and deductions (and this is going to sound Sherlock Holmes-y, so forgive me here.) to see if I can guess who they are. With any luck.
* From comments: From Tuesday's blog, I can guess that AC is in Hurlstone Year 10, and from Friday, I can guess that they know something about girls, possibly a blogger or reader of a few, and that they want/need to hide their identity. So that narrows things down a bit. I could be very wrong though.
* Other: They found my blog. So that means that they either just came across it randomly (unlikely), found it through other blogs (possible, and interesting to boot), or most likely through my MSN account, where my personal message is my blog link.
This is very interesting, and I have a few guesses as to who, although each person only fits a few facts. I suppose if I find out who it is, it'll all come together like the ending of 'King Dork' (haven't read it? You should have.) and it'll be very obvious, but for the life of me I just can't seem to figure out who AC is at the moment. However, I partly don't want to find out who it is, simply because the suspense is fun! It's all up to AC at the moment, whoever he or she is, although if I were them I wouldn't, simply because I'd be having the time of my life!
I guess I'm gonna end today's post now, after a fun day of goal-umpiring, reading, blogging, and
trying to deduce who AC is. Hmm.
Still pondering,
AB
I woke up at 6:30, then went back to sleep after realising it was 6:30. I woke up again at 7:30, to the sound of my brother asking me where the sequel to Eragon is, after I introduced it to him yesterday. He left for AFL, and I got up for breakfast. Jo dropped Shay and Lachlan off at around 9:30, and we left for my brother's game about 20 minutes later. When we got there, we went down to see my brother goal-umpiring (which was pretty funny), and then went up to the ground manager's desk. Then after a bit, it was a time for my brother's game, and we (Shay and I) had to go do the goal-umpiring. I did the flags, and Shay recorded the score. We did OK, except in the second quarter when our team was kicking the other way and we had to rely on the other goal umpire to accurately keep score. Only problem was, the other goal umpire didn't seem to understand the concept of waving flags, so we had some difficulties. The last half didn't count, as the Tigers (my brother's team) smashed the other team, so the mercy-rule was inflicted at half-time, so score wasn't kept. At that point we just listened to my iPod (surprisingly, the song stuck in my head is not by Queen. It's 'Electric Feel') and so forth. After the game, we packed up and I read more of 'Twilight.' Then we went to Westfields, where we spent about 2 hours shopping for books, since we had vouchers from a very, very late Christmas present. I went to Angus and Robertson, where I spent at least an hour looking for a book. Unfortunately, in Angus and Robertson, they don't seem to know who Douglas Adams is, or Alexandre Dumas, and science books are unknown. I tried to order 'The Three Musketeers,' but even the supplier was all out. That's just ridiculous. We then made a stop off at Dymocks, where they have science books but everything that was expensive was good, and the reverse. They also didn't have 'The Three Musketeers,' but they could order it, so I asked them to. When we got home around 3, I went on my laptop, and got ready to go to Shay's. There, we did what we always do at Shay's: watch TV and go on our computers while EJ and Lachlan do something. Right now they're playing volleyball with a balloon and an imaginary net. For some reason. BANG! And now it's ended. Wait, they found another one. And now they're playing in the dark. Anyway, here I am, blogging. I'm also borrowing 'City of Glass' from Shaylee; I can't wait to start it.
Now my speculation on the anonymous commenter from yesterday, who for the sake of argument I'll call AC (ie Anonymous Commenter). They seem friendly, and I'll go through a few facts and deductions (and this is going to sound Sherlock Holmes-y, so forgive me here.) to see if I can guess who they are. With any luck.
* From comments: From Tuesday's blog, I can guess that AC is in Hurlstone Year 10, and from Friday, I can guess that they know something about girls, possibly a blogger or reader of a few, and that they want/need to hide their identity. So that narrows things down a bit. I could be very wrong though.
* Other: They found my blog. So that means that they either just came across it randomly (unlikely), found it through other blogs (possible, and interesting to boot), or most likely through my MSN account, where my personal message is my blog link.
This is very interesting, and I have a few guesses as to who, although each person only fits a few facts. I suppose if I find out who it is, it'll all come together like the ending of 'King Dork' (haven't read it? You should have.) and it'll be very obvious, but for the life of me I just can't seem to figure out who AC is at the moment. However, I partly don't want to find out who it is, simply because the suspense is fun! It's all up to AC at the moment, whoever he or she is, although if I were them I wouldn't, simply because I'd be having the time of my life!
I guess I'm gonna end today's post now, after a fun day of goal-umpiring, reading, blogging, and
trying to deduce who AC is. Hmm.
Still pondering,
AB
Saturday, February 28, 2009
The REAL List
After yesterday's post, you'll probably want to know the outcome of the big argument. I'll get to that, and everything up until right now, and the list, for real this time. So let's go straight into it.
Basically, the argument was resolved that night, just before bed. And in the morning, nothing was said of it. It's like it never happened. And it's probably best if it stays that way, with everything just the way it was and no tension. (Or so it seems. I think that it was good that everything got into the open.) So, on to this morning.
I got up at 6:30 to go to cricket. Rush around, rush around. We got to cricket, did a warm-up. Luckily I brought my iPod, and I listened to it. We were batting, and I... was towards the lower end (second-last, specifically), so I spent the time on my iPod and reading. I also got this brilliant photo (or, rather, it was my idea, and Callum took the picture. Basically, Jacob and Teagan were sitting together, listening to my iPod, and so I took the opportunity to make a heart with my fingers, and put it in between them, so we get a 'Jacob, *heart* Teagan' situation. When I get the photo off Speedy (if I ever get it off Speedy) I'll put it up. Anyway, I didn't get to bat until 8 people were out and we were pretty much doomed. So you can imagine what happened. (I got a duck. I thought I got a one, but it was a bye. Damn.) We lost, by the way, by about 40 or so runs, but luckily Fairfield RSL won (they were first, so they should've), so we made the finals. And we're playing the same team we just played. It looks to be exciting. Anyway, skip to after cricket, and I'm bundled off to my grandparents' place, where I'm currently typing this. My brother also has to use my laptop, unfortunately, so we go in shifts (I know. I hate it too. *sigh*). Oh, and Episode 33 of Abridged is finally working on iTunes. W00t! Now, to the list. However, before I get into 'Things You Probably Don't Know About Me,' I'd like to finish with my granddad's favourite 2 quotes: 'Old age and treachery will always beat youth and skill,' and my favourite: 'What's mine is mine, and what's yours is negotiable.' Lol! So, to the list, of which all 5 of you reading this have probably not been waiting for since Thursday! (But, really, I don't care. I don't blog so that people can read it, I blog and so people read it. I hope that makes sense. But I doubt it):
* I have a love/hate relationship with my internet. It's quick, but it's always cutting out in the middle of anything I'm doing, seemingly every day. But without it, I probably couldn't function (and that's probably only a half-exaggeration. I remember this holidays, I went without the net. *shivers*).
* I tend not to tell people my age. If I do, people generally start to freak out. Luckily my height works out nicely in my favour.
* My New Year's Resolution is to be more social. It's actually really working; I've gone to a concert, I've stopped reading that much in Recess and Lunch, I'm on MSN, Skype, I'm talking to more people: things are looking up.
* I love to blog. It's become really great, just to type, and to say what I feel. I love it.
* I like to write. Not just blogs, but songs, the occasional poem. But not singing the songs. God no. I don't want to deafen anyone (lol).
* I usually have a song stuck in my head. A few days ago, it was 'Bohemian Rhapsody' by Queen. Before that it was 'Never Gonna Give You Up' by Rick Astley. Now I don't really have one. Hmm.
* I'm always on my laptop. By that, I mean I'm on it in the mornings and the afternoons. And that's on a weekday.
* I love to make jokes. They might not be great. But it keeps people laughing. I hate to see people down. It really gets me. Speaking of which...
* I am really empathetic. That's not me bragging or anything. When people are being hurt, physically or emotionally, it always gets to me. Like I have to stop it. And when people don't let me, that really hurts.
* I hate my magnet. I've already explained what that is here. Really, it's very annoying and it makes me really depressive. Luckily it seems to be weakening.
That's all I can think of. (Oh, and if you're wondering why I didn't use actual bullet points, it's because for some reason they're flowers. Yeah.) Anyway, my brother wants the computer, so I'm gonna have to sign out. I'll talk to you all on MSN tomorrow (hopefully) when I get my computer to myself again.
Can't wait for tomorrow (when I get my laptop to myself again),
AB
EDIT: Here's the photo I was talking about:
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Basically, the argument was resolved that night, just before bed. And in the morning, nothing was said of it. It's like it never happened. And it's probably best if it stays that way, with everything just the way it was and no tension. (Or so it seems. I think that it was good that everything got into the open.) So, on to this morning.
I got up at 6:30 to go to cricket. Rush around, rush around. We got to cricket, did a warm-up. Luckily I brought my iPod, and I listened to it. We were batting, and I... was towards the lower end (second-last, specifically), so I spent the time on my iPod and reading. I also got this brilliant photo (or, rather, it was my idea, and Callum took the picture. Basically, Jacob and Teagan were sitting together, listening to my iPod, and so I took the opportunity to make a heart with my fingers, and put it in between them, so we get a 'Jacob, *heart* Teagan' situation. When I get the photo off Speedy (if I ever get it off Speedy) I'll put it up. Anyway, I didn't get to bat until 8 people were out and we were pretty much doomed. So you can imagine what happened. (I got a duck. I thought I got a one, but it was a bye. Damn.) We lost, by the way, by about 40 or so runs, but luckily Fairfield RSL won (they were first, so they should've), so we made the finals. And we're playing the same team we just played. It looks to be exciting. Anyway, skip to after cricket, and I'm bundled off to my grandparents' place, where I'm currently typing this. My brother also has to use my laptop, unfortunately, so we go in shifts (I know. I hate it too. *sigh*). Oh, and Episode 33 of Abridged is finally working on iTunes. W00t! Now, to the list. However, before I get into 'Things You Probably Don't Know About Me,' I'd like to finish with my granddad's favourite 2 quotes: 'Old age and treachery will always beat youth and skill,' and my favourite: 'What's mine is mine, and what's yours is negotiable.' Lol! So, to the list, of which all 5 of you reading this have probably not been waiting for since Thursday! (But, really, I don't care. I don't blog so that people can read it, I blog and so people read it. I hope that makes sense. But I doubt it):
* I have a love/hate relationship with my internet. It's quick, but it's always cutting out in the middle of anything I'm doing, seemingly every day. But without it, I probably couldn't function (and that's probably only a half-exaggeration. I remember this holidays, I went without the net. *shivers*).
* I tend not to tell people my age. If I do, people generally start to freak out. Luckily my height works out nicely in my favour.
* My New Year's Resolution is to be more social. It's actually really working; I've gone to a concert, I've stopped reading that much in Recess and Lunch, I'm on MSN, Skype, I'm talking to more people: things are looking up.
* I love to blog. It's become really great, just to type, and to say what I feel. I love it.
* I like to write. Not just blogs, but songs, the occasional poem. But not singing the songs. God no. I don't want to deafen anyone (lol).
* I usually have a song stuck in my head. A few days ago, it was 'Bohemian Rhapsody' by Queen. Before that it was 'Never Gonna Give You Up' by Rick Astley. Now I don't really have one. Hmm.
* I'm always on my laptop. By that, I mean I'm on it in the mornings and the afternoons. And that's on a weekday.
* I love to make jokes. They might not be great. But it keeps people laughing. I hate to see people down. It really gets me. Speaking of which...
* I am really empathetic. That's not me bragging or anything. When people are being hurt, physically or emotionally, it always gets to me. Like I have to stop it. And when people don't let me, that really hurts.
* I hate my magnet. I've already explained what that is here. Really, it's very annoying and it makes me really depressive. Luckily it seems to be weakening.
That's all I can think of. (Oh, and if you're wondering why I didn't use actual bullet points, it's because for some reason they're flowers. Yeah.) Anyway, my brother wants the computer, so I'm gonna have to sign out. I'll talk to you all on MSN tomorrow (hopefully) when I get my computer to myself again.
Can't wait for tomorrow (when I get my laptop to myself again),
AB
EDIT: Here's the photo I was talking about:
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I Feel Like Atlas
That means I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders. (If you don't know what I mean, now you do.) Let me go straight into the day, I'm in no mood to make small talk. You'll see why. So unlike most posts (that rhymes), no jokes. Well, not many.
Period 1, Science. Robson MIA again, so we had some other teacher teaching us. I don't know her name. We basically did some work, nothing major. I also had Atlas experience number 1, which was 2 separate people asking me the difference between an analysis and a conclusion. Oishi, Hewie: I don't know. I am not the source of all humanly knowledge. That's Wikipedia's job. Same for next period, Geography, except Johnson was here. Then Recess. Meh. Before Period 3 I ended up talking to Corinne. Period 3 was English; we did basically nothing. Oh, we got a vaccination thing. Joy. Then Lunch, which was playing Solitaire with and listening to my iPod. Sport was with Kevin, Patrick, Justin, and May Lyn, to name a few. We played Rugby, in which I performed with... less knowledge than average of kids in NSW (read: I sucked and didn't know the rules.), 2 games, and European Handball, 2 games. The first game (of European Handball) I did pretty well, scoring 2 goals, against Ben Winter, no less, and winning 3-2 against Roshan, Chris Arsenis and John Kim (I think.) That was probably a fluke, because against Wendy, Jannice and Noa (I think that's how you spell her name) we drew 0-0. I didn't get any goals (obviously). Skip to home, in which I had to do an hour of homework *hits head*, and then I got on MSN. I went on with Cam, and he seemed pretty OK; Vitale, who was fine besides dislocating his leg (ouch); and Victor, who I wish I could say was good. Long story short, he's bloody depressed. Atlas situation number 2. And I'm going to do something about it. Somehow. Here's hoping we (me, Vitale, and anyone else, really) can snap him back to life. As opposed to last year, in which he threatened to do the worst. He said he's [EDIT: not] gonna do it this year, but I want to stop this slim chance. And if you're reading this, then, please, help someone save one of their best friends from depression. I'm one person. You are many. And Victor, if you're reading this, I am going to help you. I don't know what. But something. To quote Vitale: 'Even rivers change with time.'
This isn't the longest post, but that MSN thing took precedent, and that's not something you can really express in words. But, anyway, I'm going to do something, and there's not much on heaven and earth (it's an expression. Atheist, remember.) that's going to stop me.
Hope you don't feel like Atlas,
AB
Period 1, Science. Robson MIA again, so we had some other teacher teaching us. I don't know her name. We basically did some work, nothing major. I also had Atlas experience number 1, which was 2 separate people asking me the difference between an analysis and a conclusion. Oishi, Hewie: I don't know. I am not the source of all humanly knowledge. That's Wikipedia's job. Same for next period, Geography, except Johnson was here. Then Recess. Meh. Before Period 3 I ended up talking to Corinne. Period 3 was English; we did basically nothing. Oh, we got a vaccination thing. Joy. Then Lunch, which was playing Solitaire with and listening to my iPod. Sport was with Kevin, Patrick, Justin, and May Lyn, to name a few. We played Rugby, in which I performed with... less knowledge than average of kids in NSW (read: I sucked and didn't know the rules.), 2 games, and European Handball, 2 games. The first game (of European Handball) I did pretty well, scoring 2 goals, against Ben Winter, no less, and winning 3-2 against Roshan, Chris Arsenis and John Kim (I think.) That was probably a fluke, because against Wendy, Jannice and Noa (I think that's how you spell her name) we drew 0-0. I didn't get any goals (obviously). Skip to home, in which I had to do an hour of homework *hits head*, and then I got on MSN. I went on with Cam, and he seemed pretty OK; Vitale, who was fine besides dislocating his leg (ouch); and Victor, who I wish I could say was good. Long story short, he's bloody depressed. Atlas situation number 2. And I'm going to do something about it. Somehow. Here's hoping we (me, Vitale, and anyone else, really) can snap him back to life. As opposed to last year, in which he threatened to do the worst. He said he's [EDIT: not] gonna do it this year, but I want to stop this slim chance. And if you're reading this, then, please, help someone save one of their best friends from depression. I'm one person. You are many. And Victor, if you're reading this, I am going to help you. I don't know what. But something. To quote Vitale: 'Even rivers change with time.'
This isn't the longest post, but that MSN thing took precedent, and that's not something you can really express in words. But, anyway, I'm going to do something, and there's not much on heaven and earth (it's an expression. Atheist, remember.) that's going to stop me.
Hope you don't feel like Atlas,
AB
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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
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
Friday, February 13, 2009
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
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
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