Sunday, November 29, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Change.
So much has changed in the last year, the year since i finished school. I talk to maybe 3 people i went to school with, but i've met so many new people it's insane.
I'm more of a kid now than before i was legally an adult.
I'm more of a kid now than before i was legally an adult.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Void.
Crazy how in a few minutes everything can come crashing down.
I have never been so fucking scared in my life.
I have never been so fucking scared in my life.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Carnage.
It's commonly said that humans are the most destructive animals on Earth. I don't know who carried out this research, but i think they are wrong.
Pretty sure this is the most destructive animal:
Thought it was a pretty obvious choice. Look at the size of it. It's twice the size of the tallest building there!
Fuck.
Pretty sure this is the most destructive animal:
Thought it was a pretty obvious choice. Look at the size of it. It's twice the size of the tallest building there!
Fuck.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Genius.
Sometimes ideas that seem amazing are the shittest ones imaginable. Getting bored with doing assorted flips into the pool i thought it would be a great idea to test out my never used skim board.
I knew that it was going to glide through the water, but i couldn't comprehend that it would be slippery when my feet connected with the top of the board.
Eventually i gave in. Out of both frustration in that i couldn't master it, and the fact that i felt like a truck just hit me. It was impossible. If the board is too far out, you will fall backwards. If the board is too close, you fall on your face.
I just couldn't find that middle ground...water. I just couldn't find that mid section of water where it you would fall neither foward or backwards.
Pain.
I knew that it was going to glide through the water, but i couldn't comprehend that it would be slippery when my feet connected with the top of the board.
Eventually i gave in. Out of both frustration in that i couldn't master it, and the fact that i felt like a truck just hit me. It was impossible. If the board is too far out, you will fall backwards. If the board is too close, you fall on your face.
I just couldn't find that middle ground...water. I just couldn't find that mid section of water where it you would fall neither foward or backwards.
Pain.
Incarsonation.
I really want to go to jail, it doesn't sound that bad at all. Definitely not that different to my normal life. So keen for solitaire-y confinement ;)
Yes.
Yes.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Dolly.
I was outside while everyone was watching tv, so i peaked in. I saw a man in a yellow jumpsuit and my eldest brother suggested that Alien was on. Curious because i had never seen the movie, i kept watching through the window.
It was so much different to what i had expected. There was a cherry cloning gun...
The clones would be shot from the gun to an area inside what seemed to be a warehouse. But every time they would land they would turn to liquid making the cloning absolutely pointless.
Out of nowhere, i was inside the said factory in the pool of cloned cherry juice. Shit started to get insane, a T-Rex entered the warehouse and started chasing me. I was helped around the corner by the cardboard box people and they told me to jump into a box so it wouldn't see me. Knowing my luck the box broke when i got in, so i was exposed to the angry dinosaur.
Relentlessly attacking me, i continued to evade the dinosaur. One time i even kicked it in the face! It was not pleased with that so it headbutted me and my box. It made my do a backflip, but i landed on my feet. Seeing the dinosaurs head in the power lines i used my quick thinking to find beanbags and throw them at the power lines repeatedly to electrocute the dinosaur.
In the hospital with the dinosaur, it had dramatically decreased in size. I asked, "How are you feeling?" It was embarrassed and turned away. It also hat cheetah fur.
War.
It was so much different to what i had expected. There was a cherry cloning gun...
The clones would be shot from the gun to an area inside what seemed to be a warehouse. But every time they would land they would turn to liquid making the cloning absolutely pointless.
Out of nowhere, i was inside the said factory in the pool of cloned cherry juice. Shit started to get insane, a T-Rex entered the warehouse and started chasing me. I was helped around the corner by the cardboard box people and they told me to jump into a box so it wouldn't see me. Knowing my luck the box broke when i got in, so i was exposed to the angry dinosaur.
Relentlessly attacking me, i continued to evade the dinosaur. One time i even kicked it in the face! It was not pleased with that so it headbutted me and my box. It made my do a backflip, but i landed on my feet. Seeing the dinosaurs head in the power lines i used my quick thinking to find beanbags and throw them at the power lines repeatedly to electrocute the dinosaur.
In the hospital with the dinosaur, it had dramatically decreased in size. I asked, "How are you feeling?" It was embarrassed and turned away. It also hat cheetah fur.
War.
Genesis.
1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
So what they are saying is that God created the heavens and the earth in complete darkness. Interesting, i have seriously been underestimating this fellow.
Insane.
2 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
3 And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light "day," and the darkness he called "night." And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.So what they are saying is that God created the heavens and the earth in complete darkness. Interesting, i have seriously been underestimating this fellow.
Insane.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Lunch.
They are the creatures that dwell in the Sahara and Kalahari Deserts. Preying on unsuspecting people that travel through their territories. Evil masterminds that have the capabilities to make you do the most inhumane acts, or turn you into a crocodile without a mouth.
These creatures are Sand Witches.
Deadly.
These creatures are Sand Witches.
Deadly.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Business.
If my name was Lachlan Smith, i would be a locksmith. I would start my own business which would be called "Lach Smith's Locksmiths."
Fun.
Fun.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Hours.
The Storm Picturesque's new EP is amazing. My balls moshed.
Coincidences are the occurrences that make life interesting. Listening to The Storm Picturesque's EP Hours it's only fitting that a storm starts brewing. Shit hit the fan, literally. The wind caused my curtains to engage in a colossal battle with my ceiling fan. The fight was curtainly unnecessary, one could say blown out of proportion. It just spun out of control. I don't know weather or not these jokes are working or not.
If you don't like this display of tasteless humour, you are in luck because i am too lazy to think anymore.
Winner.
Coincidences are the occurrences that make life interesting. Listening to The Storm Picturesque's EP Hours it's only fitting that a storm starts brewing. Shit hit the fan, literally. The wind caused my curtains to engage in a colossal battle with my ceiling fan. The fight was curtainly unnecessary, one could say blown out of proportion. It just spun out of control. I don't know weather or not these jokes are working or not.
If you don't like this display of tasteless humour, you are in luck because i am too lazy to think anymore.
Winner.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Challenges.
Challenge #1.
Not have my phone conform to daylight savings time.
Challenge #2.
Think before i speak. Which will stop situations like this occuring,
*Reading the adult section of the Daily Telegraph*
"Trans Asian Kitty, does that mean she is half boy, half girl, half cat? ...Wait"
Not have my phone conform to daylight savings time.
Challenge #2.
Think before i speak. Which will stop situations like this occuring,
*Reading the adult section of the Daily Telegraph*
"Trans Asian Kitty, does that mean she is half boy, half girl, half cat? ...Wait"
Safe.
When i'm on a bus, i can't help but think about things. Lollies, socks, people or life in general. But there is one thought that overrides every other thought, every time i'm on a bus. As weird as it sounds, i just really want to be in a bus crash. Not just a little shit one, one where the bus is going around a corner and rolls on its side.
I imagine it all in my head, exactly what the bus would do, what would happen to the other people on the bus, what would happen to the other cars on the road, and what would happen to me. I think about it in so much detail that i work out what i would need to do to lessen bodily harm. Ever since i was young i have been doing it, but never in so much detail until recently.
Hide and seek in K-mart is officially the best thing in the world.
Fun.
I imagine it all in my head, exactly what the bus would do, what would happen to the other people on the bus, what would happen to the other cars on the road, and what would happen to me. I think about it in so much detail that i work out what i would need to do to lessen bodily harm. Ever since i was young i have been doing it, but never in so much detail until recently.
Hide and seek in K-mart is officially the best thing in the world.
Fun.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Hoochie.
Mother Surge to the left of me, Guitar Hero 5 behind me. I am not at my house, nor on my computer.
This post is being written because i feel like bullshitting, i'm doing this because i can and because i enjoy to do it. Making my life seem somewhat interesting on the internet is far more satisfying than the dull life i currently lead away from the computer.
I have come to realise that inner happiness comes from jumping around like a sped and hurting myself. A realisation i made tonight whilst at I, Escape's band prac. I don't know why i did it, but i did. My tailbone now hurts and i am scared to poop because the last one i did was an absolute menace! (If you wish not to hear about my feces, please skip to the next paragraph!) The amount of air-freshener used was insane, i wouldn't be surprised if someone went to use it and there was only the tiniest bit left. The texture of the feces is quite indescribable, similarities have only been seen in the worst of my health.
Omegle, and old love rekindled! Such an amazing website, connecting innocent horny teens with their paedophilic matches. The things that have been said to me over the past few days were things i thought would never be uttered around me. Somewhat disturbed, i continued along with the fun hoping the person, and i use that term loosely when describing such a sexual fiend was only saying the things they said as a joke. Aside from the perverted monstrosities that lurk about on such a website, there were in fact some normal people. Amongst those included, vampires, a Sweedish girl who attends a school not furnished with IKEA goods, and a retarded American...wait...an American ;)
Newcastle this weekend! Keen! Long drive, good people, good times! And lots of explamation marks! See! That is only half of what is to come! Wow, isn't that a lot! Really, you must think i am yelling, but really i am just putting an emphasis on both how excited i am, and how many exclamation marks there will be over the next two or so days!
If anyone actually read this, they would probably be asleep by now so there really is no point writing anything more.
ZzzZZzzzZzz.
This post is being written because i feel like bullshitting, i'm doing this because i can and because i enjoy to do it. Making my life seem somewhat interesting on the internet is far more satisfying than the dull life i currently lead away from the computer.
I have come to realise that inner happiness comes from jumping around like a sped and hurting myself. A realisation i made tonight whilst at I, Escape's band prac. I don't know why i did it, but i did. My tailbone now hurts and i am scared to poop because the last one i did was an absolute menace! (If you wish not to hear about my feces, please skip to the next paragraph!) The amount of air-freshener used was insane, i wouldn't be surprised if someone went to use it and there was only the tiniest bit left. The texture of the feces is quite indescribable, similarities have only been seen in the worst of my health.
Omegle, and old love rekindled! Such an amazing website, connecting innocent horny teens with their paedophilic matches. The things that have been said to me over the past few days were things i thought would never be uttered around me. Somewhat disturbed, i continued along with the fun hoping the person, and i use that term loosely when describing such a sexual fiend was only saying the things they said as a joke. Aside from the perverted monstrosities that lurk about on such a website, there were in fact some normal people. Amongst those included, vampires, a Sweedish girl who attends a school not furnished with IKEA goods, and a retarded American...wait...an American ;)
Newcastle this weekend! Keen! Long drive, good people, good times! And lots of explamation marks! See! That is only half of what is to come! Wow, isn't that a lot! Really, you must think i am yelling, but really i am just putting an emphasis on both how excited i am, and how many exclamation marks there will be over the next two or so days!
If anyone actually read this, they would probably be asleep by now so there really is no point writing anything more.
ZzzZZzzzZzz.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Turmoil.
So we set off on our expedition, not knowing where exactly we were going, or how long it would take. The next moment i was there, seeming almost magical i was told we have arrived. Driving wildly across what seemed like an endless field. I questioned the driver as to why they were driving in such a manner, their reply was that this field was perfectly flat.
Out of the vehicle and standing at the edge of the field, everything was so peaceful. Stars in the night sky, a moonlit green field and a sense of calmness i haven't felt for a long time. I was with an old school friend, he brought out a camera, a camera i never knew he had. Looking through the files i saw photos, these were photos of old memories i had. Ones from when i was young, ones from when i was at school, and ones that were only recent, but a few minor details had changed.
A small boy walked up to us, stating he couldn't find his home. We asked him where he lived, he replied saying that he lived in the house behind the trees. Shortly after, the boy disappeared.
Things were starting to get strange, things did not seem right. Jumps in time, incorrect photos or memories. It was as if i was in a strangle new world. It seemed i had been taken, and they have tried to recreate my memories, but missed the little details. I was in a new world which enabled people to time travel and teleport.
In a new place again, it was more familiar than the last, it was near my old house. With someone i knew, it was my brother. But there were a lot of 'people' there, and we were on a motorbike. He said "If you drive through them they won't feel it." Trusting his judgement, i drove through the group, he was right! I could drive through them and they would not feel a thing. There were more of these groups, so i continued to drive through them. I was starting to enjoy it, but these 'people' were not, they learned that sticks could be a weapon, that they could swing them at me.
Quickly riding off, i was in another unfamiliar place running errands for a group of bikies. Not knowing how i got there, or how they got me helping them, i continued to help in the hope they would not hurt me. Turmoil began to arise amongst the groups members, i was worried. I was also lacking my hat, the hat in my box was not my hat. Someone had stolen it, the leader of the bikies questioned a certain member who he knew was wearing a different hat on the day. Knowing he was wrong he fled on his bike, for hours we searched until we found him in a nearby beach town. Everyone took out their anger on the theif, throwing countless amounts of punches and kicks his way. He was beaten, bruised and bleeding. I took my hat back.
Dreams.
Out of the vehicle and standing at the edge of the field, everything was so peaceful. Stars in the night sky, a moonlit green field and a sense of calmness i haven't felt for a long time. I was with an old school friend, he brought out a camera, a camera i never knew he had. Looking through the files i saw photos, these were photos of old memories i had. Ones from when i was young, ones from when i was at school, and ones that were only recent, but a few minor details had changed.
A small boy walked up to us, stating he couldn't find his home. We asked him where he lived, he replied saying that he lived in the house behind the trees. Shortly after, the boy disappeared.
Things were starting to get strange, things did not seem right. Jumps in time, incorrect photos or memories. It was as if i was in a strangle new world. It seemed i had been taken, and they have tried to recreate my memories, but missed the little details. I was in a new world which enabled people to time travel and teleport.
In a new place again, it was more familiar than the last, it was near my old house. With someone i knew, it was my brother. But there were a lot of 'people' there, and we were on a motorbike. He said "If you drive through them they won't feel it." Trusting his judgement, i drove through the group, he was right! I could drive through them and they would not feel a thing. There were more of these groups, so i continued to drive through them. I was starting to enjoy it, but these 'people' were not, they learned that sticks could be a weapon, that they could swing them at me.
Quickly riding off, i was in another unfamiliar place running errands for a group of bikies. Not knowing how i got there, or how they got me helping them, i continued to help in the hope they would not hurt me. Turmoil began to arise amongst the groups members, i was worried. I was also lacking my hat, the hat in my box was not my hat. Someone had stolen it, the leader of the bikies questioned a certain member who he knew was wearing a different hat on the day. Knowing he was wrong he fled on his bike, for hours we searched until we found him in a nearby beach town. Everyone took out their anger on the theif, throwing countless amounts of punches and kicks his way. He was beaten, bruised and bleeding. I took my hat back.
Dreams.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Fun.
Another night with no sleep. Another day of work to come without any sleep. Another day past eating as little as possible. Not eating and not sleeping isn't all that fun surprisingly!
Oh well. I really don't want to start getting into writing meaningful blogs that are rich in emotion and life lessons. Talking shit is what i do best.
I haven't eaten in 17 hours, and my stomach is starting to get angry. It's 3am and i have to start getting ready for work at 3:30. NOT KEEN. Also not keen for not eating until about 7:30am. This lifestyle will be the death of me.
I don't have anything funny to say, but i can try.
Why is a little Mexican called a paragraph?
Because when they grow up they become essays.
That's the best i could come up with.
I really need sleep. But i have to wait atleast 11 hours.
Death.
Oh well. I really don't want to start getting into writing meaningful blogs that are rich in emotion and life lessons. Talking shit is what i do best.
I haven't eaten in 17 hours, and my stomach is starting to get angry. It's 3am and i have to start getting ready for work at 3:30. NOT KEEN. Also not keen for not eating until about 7:30am. This lifestyle will be the death of me.
I don't have anything funny to say, but i can try.
Why is a little Mexican called a paragraph?
Because when they grow up they become essays.
That's the best i could come up with.
I really need sleep. But i have to wait atleast 11 hours.
Death.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Lexicon.
At work, half asleep, i started thinking about pushing my body to certain extremes, pushing the boundaries a bit to see how it reacts. No i'm not going to run into a wall, a car, a boat or even try to steal a large piece of cheese from abnormally large mouse trap.
Last night i did not sleep. Tonight i plan to. Tomorrow i will not. Wednesday i will. From about 2:30pm. I am going to try and sleep until 2:30am on Thursday, or possibly even later.
On a completely unrelated topic i will begin to have a thesaurus beside me as i type my blog posts so i can fit in with the sophisticated nature of the other blogs on this website. Such a task will take vast amounts of dedication, it will be difficult to construct sentences whose words so vividly describe the events occurring that they cause to reader to lose focus. The over saturated blogs only spark the read to search for their dictionary to understand what the sentence is in fact trying to say.
Speds.
Last night i did not sleep. Tonight i plan to. Tomorrow i will not. Wednesday i will. From about 2:30pm. I am going to try and sleep until 2:30am on Thursday, or possibly even later.
On a completely unrelated topic i will begin to have a thesaurus beside me as i type my blog posts so i can fit in with the sophisticated nature of the other blogs on this website. Such a task will take vast amounts of dedication, it will be difficult to construct sentences whose words so vividly describe the events occurring that they cause to reader to lose focus. The over saturated blogs only spark the read to search for their dictionary to understand what the sentence is in fact trying to say.
Speds.
J-Rod.
So i just did an all night, however it did not feel like it was all night. I spent about 6 hours of my night (10pm - 4am) reading up on aliens and conspiracy theories. It's said that when someone is abducted they feel that time has been moved forward, that they have lost time. I am totally feeling that! Aaaaannnnddd apparently one of the aliens that was in the UFO crash survived the crash. His name was J-Rod and he was a 'telepathic translator'.
There are two possible reasons for my 'missing time'. These are 1. I was in fact abducted by aliens on the night i was reading up about them and saying that i would like to be abducted just so they take me on a tour of their interstellar space veeeeehicle, and if that was the case i have to say that i am sorry Jeorga we couldn't do it together. Or 2. I was in super Solitaire mode and not paying attention to the time just playing hundreds of games to see how quickly i can finish. I'm down to 86 seconds! More than likely it was the second option :(
Anypoo, I have work it not very long now and i can feel my eye lids bouncing on my eye for some reason. Could it be possible my eyes have turned rectangular shaped from staring at my computer in the dark for hours on end? Lets hope not! That would certainly make blinking less enjoyable.
I must go get ready for my 3.5 hours of 'work' today. So pointless, but it's monehh!!
Schleeepy.
There are two possible reasons for my 'missing time'. These are 1. I was in fact abducted by aliens on the night i was reading up about them and saying that i would like to be abducted just so they take me on a tour of their interstellar space veeeeehicle, and if that was the case i have to say that i am sorry Jeorga we couldn't do it together. Or 2. I was in super Solitaire mode and not paying attention to the time just playing hundreds of games to see how quickly i can finish. I'm down to 86 seconds! More than likely it was the second option :(
Anypoo, I have work it not very long now and i can feel my eye lids bouncing on my eye for some reason. Could it be possible my eyes have turned rectangular shaped from staring at my computer in the dark for hours on end? Lets hope not! That would certainly make blinking less enjoyable.
I must go get ready for my 3.5 hours of 'work' today. So pointless, but it's monehh!!
Schleeepy.
Rosalyn.
In the car on the way to band prac Chris and I were listening to a band called Before There Was Rosalyn.
Chris asked me, "What's this bands name?"
I replied, "Before There Was Rosalyn...Roswell."
He asked, "Where is Roswell from?"
I said, "Area 51, all the aliens and shit."
And it got me thinking, if it's called Area 51, does that mean there is an Area 1, an Area 2, Area 3 and so forth? What is it that makes Area 51 so important?
Surely they didn't just say, "Hey fella's, lets just start at 51 for the sake of it, just to fuck around with everyone."
Americans.
Chris asked me, "What's this bands name?"
I replied, "Before There Was Rosalyn...Roswell."
He asked, "Where is Roswell from?"
I said, "Area 51, all the aliens and shit."
And it got me thinking, if it's called Area 51, does that mean there is an Area 1, an Area 2, Area 3 and so forth? What is it that makes Area 51 so important?
Surely they didn't just say, "Hey fella's, lets just start at 51 for the sake of it, just to fuck around with everyone."
Americans.
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