Oh My Gawddd
I am at school right now in a period that I should be doing work, but....i've nothing to do right now....blah
Anyways....Oreos. TWIST, LICK, DUNK. ew what were you thinking...
Funny how we learn about drugs every year of our lives in high school. Encouraging? or BIG WARNING MESSAGE? Don't you just love how every year you learn how first of all they make you super dooooper happy < color="#ff0000">die.
......*intermission*......the person beside me who i will not name, because one shes a fruit and two her name in another language is a fruit. so leave her in the fruit salad! XD She says that my upper gums are more attractive than my lower gums....FTW.... why are you looking at my gums? gum pervert!
....*back from intermission*....
yes drugs.....DON'T DO DRUGS....unless you were prescribed it, but then who ever said you could abuse it. "I did" you say. well....fine..... pft *walks away*
Now i should get back to helping the other person next to me with the holocaust......researching thingy....
and.....welcome @ Cobb....i know you =)
ta ta from 2nd period
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Traction Man Meets Turbo Dog!
why why why why WHY WHY WHY would you call a child's superhero character "Traction Man?! I have to shelve those books so often at work.
I mean, one of the definitions of traction is:
"Adhesive friction, as of a wheel on a track or a tire on a road."
ADHESIVE FRICTION?!
CHILDS BOOK?!
WTF!
what on earth is Traction Man doing with this Turbo Dog?
maybe they just need more lubricant.
*shudders*
I mean, one of the definitions of traction is:
"Adhesive friction, as of a wheel on a track or a tire on a road."
ADHESIVE FRICTION?!
CHILDS BOOK?!
WTF!
what on earth is Traction Man doing with this Turbo Dog?
maybe they just need more lubricant.
*shudders*
Monday, April 27, 2009
Hail Lord Slug
Well i was with my girlfriend the other day, we were lying there on the couch. Things started to get a little steamy until i whispered in her ear "get ready for Lord Slug" (read my profile for insight on what that means). She all of a sudden stopped what she was doing and looked up at me, "What was that?".
"Oh you know, my penis name", i replied. "What!?!" she said to that. I looked at her puzzle, "why don't you girls name your vagina's?", "No we don't why would we do that?". my facial expression changed somewhat "oh come on, now don't be so dull about it all, i thought everyone named there genitalia". "No we don't". i stood up "oh come on baby, i think lord slug needs to visit his local fish market, get creative baby, it's almost like role playing you know?". she looked at me shocked, "Roleplaying? Corn you disgust me". I was hurt at that comment, as for finding out naming genitals was an uncommon practice, this was news to me. I thought to myself, why does sex have to be such a mature act? The main reason is it to have fun, feel good, get rid of some relief, but most of all to express your love (or if you don't like that word, or if you are one to partake in fuck buddies or one night stands maybe the word "like"" will suit you more or possible "like of other being well hung" or "like of the big titties in your face" will suit).
So, why do girls get all stroppy when it comes to treating sex as a fun game? (not in the sense that you treat your partner or loved one like a game, more in the sense that your there to express love and want it to be fun and a "rememberable experience").
Okay here's 2 storys for you, here's the first one.
One day Lord Slug decided to come out of his Cottony suspension to go see his friend Groper the big mouthed fish. When he got there Groper welcomed him with a open mouth. Groper was feeling really uptight at the time, so Lord Slug decided to give Groper a massage. This made Groper feel as good as new, so she decided to leave the Home Thong, to go prance around with Lord Slug in the bedsheet park. There they encountered the wandering giant hands, that started to stroke Lord Slug and caress Groper in a pleasing fashion. But what they didn't know about these hands is they had the power to enlarge Lord Slug into his giant phase (like in the dragonball z movie of the same name) and the power to make "Groper hungry!!!".
The hands withdrew as they felt the moisture coing out of Groper, she was salivering for something to eat, and all that was in sight was Lord Slug.
Lord Slug knew the danger that ran his way, so he wrapped his legs around a pole just as Groper inserted him in her mouth. Groper was tring to swallow him but Lord Slug kept pulling himself out, yet Groper would keep trying to swallow him.
In and Out, In and Out of Groper Lord Slug went. This pleased the gods, as they screamed and sighed in extesy. eventually Lord Slug vomited inside of Groper which then impregnated her. Lord Slug then had to pay child support for the rest of his life.
The End
and the second story is....
The Penis went into the Vagina. The dude loved it, and was giving it to her hard. She cummed, so did he.
The End.
now which was more fun to read?
Now i wish you kids to remember, next time your to have sex, make sure you make it fun to your full extent, but don't forget protection, that nasty pregnancy and those nasty STI's are out to eat your soul....especially pregnancy.
"Oh you know, my penis name", i replied. "What!?!" she said to that. I looked at her puzzle, "why don't you girls name your vagina's?", "No we don't why would we do that?". my facial expression changed somewhat "oh come on, now don't be so dull about it all, i thought everyone named there genitalia". "No we don't". i stood up "oh come on baby, i think lord slug needs to visit his local fish market, get creative baby, it's almost like role playing you know?". she looked at me shocked, "Roleplaying? Corn you disgust me". I was hurt at that comment, as for finding out naming genitals was an uncommon practice, this was news to me. I thought to myself, why does sex have to be such a mature act? The main reason is it to have fun, feel good, get rid of some relief, but most of all to express your love (or if you don't like that word, or if you are one to partake in fuck buddies or one night stands maybe the word "like"" will suit you more or possible "like of other being well hung" or "like of the big titties in your face" will suit).
So, why do girls get all stroppy when it comes to treating sex as a fun game? (not in the sense that you treat your partner or loved one like a game, more in the sense that your there to express love and want it to be fun and a "rememberable experience").
Okay here's 2 storys for you, here's the first one.
One day Lord Slug decided to come out of his Cottony suspension to go see his friend Groper the big mouthed fish. When he got there Groper welcomed him with a open mouth. Groper was feeling really uptight at the time, so Lord Slug decided to give Groper a massage. This made Groper feel as good as new, so she decided to leave the Home Thong, to go prance around with Lord Slug in the bedsheet park. There they encountered the wandering giant hands, that started to stroke Lord Slug and caress Groper in a pleasing fashion. But what they didn't know about these hands is they had the power to enlarge Lord Slug into his giant phase (like in the dragonball z movie of the same name) and the power to make "Groper hungry!!!".
The hands withdrew as they felt the moisture coing out of Groper, she was salivering for something to eat, and all that was in sight was Lord Slug.
Lord Slug knew the danger that ran his way, so he wrapped his legs around a pole just as Groper inserted him in her mouth. Groper was tring to swallow him but Lord Slug kept pulling himself out, yet Groper would keep trying to swallow him.
In and Out, In and Out of Groper Lord Slug went. This pleased the gods, as they screamed and sighed in extesy. eventually Lord Slug vomited inside of Groper which then impregnated her. Lord Slug then had to pay child support for the rest of his life.
The End
and the second story is....
The Penis went into the Vagina. The dude loved it, and was giving it to her hard. She cummed, so did he.
The End.
now which was more fun to read?
Now i wish you kids to remember, next time your to have sex, make sure you make it fun to your full extent, but don't forget protection, that nasty pregnancy and those nasty STI's are out to eat your soul....especially pregnancy.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
the sins of the people
the world is a sphere of hatred. it wasnt always like that though. no, back when the highest forms of life still crawled on their bellies and feasted on the bodies of their brethren, the world wasnt so hate-filled. harsh, yes. mean, yes. tough, yes. cruel, spiteful, wrathful??? no. that was our doing. we poisoned the world with our hatred and fear of what we didnt understand or like.
greed is like a plague, eating the hearts of people from the inside. and society is a leper colony, housing the greed-ridden heartless ones and supporting, nurturing them. the world is run on greed. only the rich have a taste of the good life, and the poor are left to rot on their doorstep. the poor slave away under dark skies whilst the well off slave drivers laugh with their mouths around champagne glasses and cigars. the poor slave away more than any one else, yet they are still reduced to a painful existence. if wealth was based on effort and determination instead of taking what you can from the people like a thief in the night, the world would be a better place. you think those big shots in parliment even know the meaning of hard labour??? they live by taking the money out of everyone elses hands. yes, greed is a plague. but one that some seem content in catching.
we are a waste of a species, us humans. tearing into the earth and pumping the wounds full of toxins and sewerage. we are destroyers by nature. anything that we percieve as a threat, or different, or that we dont fully understand, we exterminate. other humans, sex on tv, homosexuality, animal species, green energy, feminism, independance, religion, music, nature, absolutely anything we can think of that doesnt conform to what we have been brought up with as "the norm", we kill and crush beneath the boot heels of faceless soldiers played like pawns in a game of chess. we are a waste of intelligence and life. and what do we do with the life we have been given??? we rot in it. we are a slothful race.
we sit back and watch the world deteriorate and crumble around us. the land cracks, the sea churns, and the air struggles for breath, because of our doing. and what do we do about it??? we sit back and let it happen. decay and despair sink ever deeper into our souls as we waste away in our meaningless lifes, never aspiring to do anything of importance, usually because its too much hard work. back to what i said before, if the poor and needy, who know more about hard work than any of us could ever hope to, were given the power to change things, then all the wrongs of the world would be rited by now. but the ones with the power and money are also the most slothful.
the word gluttony means to fill oneself with food even when you are not hungry, till you burst at the seams. in our present day, it doesnt have to be food we fill ourselves with. drugs, alcohol, sex, money, power, medication, tv, internet, cosmetics, plastic surgery, fashion, knowledge, love, all of these things that we as humans have created and become addicted to. our addiction cannot ever be broken, so we stuff our faces with it in vain hope to qualm the pannic attacks and anxiety when we miss our dayly dose of tv or money. everybody has their addiction, wether conscious of it or not, something they cram into themselves even when their already full. chasing the dragon through dark alleys, hoping for a quick fix of life.
we like to believe that we have little control over our lives. we invent things like destiny and time and faith in order to try and explain how despite our best efforts, things can get fucked up sometimes. we put our beliefs in the metaphysical, in the hopes that some fictional deity or force can see and sense our sufferings and wants, and grant us some of their limitless powers to get what we want. but the world is not governed by strange, inconceivable forces. it is not god who kills the children. it is not fate that watches them die, not karma that hears their suffering, not budha that butchers their bodies, nor time that leaves their scraps for the animals to pick over. it is us.
for humans, envy, lust and pride often go hand in hand with each other. we are proud of our accomplishments and posessions. we are proud of our children for growing up into fine, strong people. we are proud that destiny seems to hand us so much. yet at the same time we are envious, of our neighbor who's children have better jobs than ours, or our friends who have more possessions and accomplishments beneath their belt, and of those whom destiny seemed to give a little bit more too. and we lust after what we do not have, but want all the same. perhaps it is this lust for more that has pressed us so far up the evolutionary chain. but if thats true, then our lust has also contributed to the fires, thefts and murders visited upon our brothers and sisters.
death is a natural phase of existence. without death, there could be no life. so y are so many of us afraid of dying??? seriously, death doesnt seem like anything to be scared of. the only suffering and pain we know of happens when were alive. death is the end of all that. everything can go wrong when your alive. once ur dead, nothing can go wrong. even if it did, you woudlnt care. because your dead. death should not be feared. yet like everything else we dont understand, we fear and loathe it. "oh father in heaven, why must people die???" "il tell you when your good and dead, otherwise whats the point in knowing???" its not the end that people should fear with each breathe, life is a lot scarier than death.
why are we such a hate filled people??? why do we burn, pillage and poison whatever we can get our hands onto??? we launch crusades and wars and epic battles like its a pass time and its something to do. no other animal kills its own kind for pleasure or fun or just because. animals kill for food, protecting their pack/family, and sometimes accidentally during mating displays of strength. is war simply a mating ritual??? or are we needlessly bombing families because we have no food??? no, its must be because our pack is in danger. in that case, why doesnt the alpha male simply confront the other packs alpha male in a standoff??? no, that doesnt make sense, lets send in a million people running blindly into enemy territory to show them how big and scary we are. grrrr....!!! oh dear, they had bigger machine guns than us. ok, now we have to spend half a million taxpayer dollars to design one thats equally as big as theirs, but better in every way because it was made in (insert country name here)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
we kill because we are wrathful and hate-filled. two religious fanatics blow up 2 of americas buildings...war on those religious fanatics country!!!!! what was its name again??? what the hell type of country is that??? did you make it up just then??? no??? fine then... killing is so much easier and quicker than negotioating. why settle a difference with several hundred words when a single bullet will do the job for you??? we are guided by wrath more than anting else in life save for greed. greed and wrath harbour and influence every majour decision in the world.
the world is indeed a sphere of hatred. home to the solar systems biggest mass murderers. you dont like that, ay, jupiter??? lets invade!!! life is a web of shadows that covers our little ball of hatred called earth like a close fitting blanket. it smothers us, this giant mass of darkness, yet we could not live without it. we have dwelt in the dark for so long that we couldnt survive when exposed to the days harsh light. the dark is cool, and comforting, and it is always with you. when life beats u down, it is always the light that people turn to first, and the light is always the first to cast aside and burn with anger. the darkness never casts aside. it only embraces and comforts. it gives us soft dreams in night-times stillness, it hides our true faces from those close around us, and it wraps around our heart to protect it better from the emotional onslaught that life brings with it.
this is the way i have always thought. and i still think in this way. the world is a dead place. more dessolate than a cemetary, more cold than a witches womb, and more unforgiving than god upon lucifers sins. some would say i am depressed and emo for thinking like this. but im not. im a realist. i see things for what they truly are, behind the lies and make-up. true, i am very depressed sometimes, and i am also completely insane, but this knowledge of our world is not what makes me like that. it is the cruelty of the world itself.
in our shadowy world, almost nothing is certain. times and events can change in an instant. as can people. yet in this world of seeping shadows were nameless things move out of sight and crawl beneath the surface, i have found a certainty. an irrational, some would argue stupid, normality and means of escape from oppression and darkness.
it is friendship. the love a close friend gives to you, and the love you give in return. the special moments you share and remeniss about, and the not so happy times you laugh about years on over a bottle of alcohol. the times when you felt like giving up, and one of your friends was there to pick you up when you fell down and set you back on your feet. that is the best feeling in the world. and it is bright and piercing enough to penetrate the black of our world. brighter than aany star, and warmer than anything imaginable, the love of friendship is the only rational certainty in life. and this post is for all my friends, who have always been there for me and who i see as my family. thank you. you all mean so much to me, but i never seem to say it enough.
greed is like a plague, eating the hearts of people from the inside. and society is a leper colony, housing the greed-ridden heartless ones and supporting, nurturing them. the world is run on greed. only the rich have a taste of the good life, and the poor are left to rot on their doorstep. the poor slave away under dark skies whilst the well off slave drivers laugh with their mouths around champagne glasses and cigars. the poor slave away more than any one else, yet they are still reduced to a painful existence. if wealth was based on effort and determination instead of taking what you can from the people like a thief in the night, the world would be a better place. you think those big shots in parliment even know the meaning of hard labour??? they live by taking the money out of everyone elses hands. yes, greed is a plague. but one that some seem content in catching.
we are a waste of a species, us humans. tearing into the earth and pumping the wounds full of toxins and sewerage. we are destroyers by nature. anything that we percieve as a threat, or different, or that we dont fully understand, we exterminate. other humans, sex on tv, homosexuality, animal species, green energy, feminism, independance, religion, music, nature, absolutely anything we can think of that doesnt conform to what we have been brought up with as "the norm", we kill and crush beneath the boot heels of faceless soldiers played like pawns in a game of chess. we are a waste of intelligence and life. and what do we do with the life we have been given??? we rot in it. we are a slothful race.
we sit back and watch the world deteriorate and crumble around us. the land cracks, the sea churns, and the air struggles for breath, because of our doing. and what do we do about it??? we sit back and let it happen. decay and despair sink ever deeper into our souls as we waste away in our meaningless lifes, never aspiring to do anything of importance, usually because its too much hard work. back to what i said before, if the poor and needy, who know more about hard work than any of us could ever hope to, were given the power to change things, then all the wrongs of the world would be rited by now. but the ones with the power and money are also the most slothful.
the word gluttony means to fill oneself with food even when you are not hungry, till you burst at the seams. in our present day, it doesnt have to be food we fill ourselves with. drugs, alcohol, sex, money, power, medication, tv, internet, cosmetics, plastic surgery, fashion, knowledge, love, all of these things that we as humans have created and become addicted to. our addiction cannot ever be broken, so we stuff our faces with it in vain hope to qualm the pannic attacks and anxiety when we miss our dayly dose of tv or money. everybody has their addiction, wether conscious of it or not, something they cram into themselves even when their already full. chasing the dragon through dark alleys, hoping for a quick fix of life.
we like to believe that we have little control over our lives. we invent things like destiny and time and faith in order to try and explain how despite our best efforts, things can get fucked up sometimes. we put our beliefs in the metaphysical, in the hopes that some fictional deity or force can see and sense our sufferings and wants, and grant us some of their limitless powers to get what we want. but the world is not governed by strange, inconceivable forces. it is not god who kills the children. it is not fate that watches them die, not karma that hears their suffering, not budha that butchers their bodies, nor time that leaves their scraps for the animals to pick over. it is us.
for humans, envy, lust and pride often go hand in hand with each other. we are proud of our accomplishments and posessions. we are proud of our children for growing up into fine, strong people. we are proud that destiny seems to hand us so much. yet at the same time we are envious, of our neighbor who's children have better jobs than ours, or our friends who have more possessions and accomplishments beneath their belt, and of those whom destiny seemed to give a little bit more too. and we lust after what we do not have, but want all the same. perhaps it is this lust for more that has pressed us so far up the evolutionary chain. but if thats true, then our lust has also contributed to the fires, thefts and murders visited upon our brothers and sisters.
death is a natural phase of existence. without death, there could be no life. so y are so many of us afraid of dying??? seriously, death doesnt seem like anything to be scared of. the only suffering and pain we know of happens when were alive. death is the end of all that. everything can go wrong when your alive. once ur dead, nothing can go wrong. even if it did, you woudlnt care. because your dead. death should not be feared. yet like everything else we dont understand, we fear and loathe it. "oh father in heaven, why must people die???" "il tell you when your good and dead, otherwise whats the point in knowing???" its not the end that people should fear with each breathe, life is a lot scarier than death.
why are we such a hate filled people??? why do we burn, pillage and poison whatever we can get our hands onto??? we launch crusades and wars and epic battles like its a pass time and its something to do. no other animal kills its own kind for pleasure or fun or just because. animals kill for food, protecting their pack/family, and sometimes accidentally during mating displays of strength. is war simply a mating ritual??? or are we needlessly bombing families because we have no food??? no, its must be because our pack is in danger. in that case, why doesnt the alpha male simply confront the other packs alpha male in a standoff??? no, that doesnt make sense, lets send in a million people running blindly into enemy territory to show them how big and scary we are. grrrr....!!! oh dear, they had bigger machine guns than us. ok, now we have to spend half a million taxpayer dollars to design one thats equally as big as theirs, but better in every way because it was made in (insert country name here)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
we kill because we are wrathful and hate-filled. two religious fanatics blow up 2 of americas buildings...war on those religious fanatics country!!!!! what was its name again??? what the hell type of country is that??? did you make it up just then??? no??? fine then... killing is so much easier and quicker than negotioating. why settle a difference with several hundred words when a single bullet will do the job for you??? we are guided by wrath more than anting else in life save for greed. greed and wrath harbour and influence every majour decision in the world.
the world is indeed a sphere of hatred. home to the solar systems biggest mass murderers. you dont like that, ay, jupiter??? lets invade!!! life is a web of shadows that covers our little ball of hatred called earth like a close fitting blanket. it smothers us, this giant mass of darkness, yet we could not live without it. we have dwelt in the dark for so long that we couldnt survive when exposed to the days harsh light. the dark is cool, and comforting, and it is always with you. when life beats u down, it is always the light that people turn to first, and the light is always the first to cast aside and burn with anger. the darkness never casts aside. it only embraces and comforts. it gives us soft dreams in night-times stillness, it hides our true faces from those close around us, and it wraps around our heart to protect it better from the emotional onslaught that life brings with it.
this is the way i have always thought. and i still think in this way. the world is a dead place. more dessolate than a cemetary, more cold than a witches womb, and more unforgiving than god upon lucifers sins. some would say i am depressed and emo for thinking like this. but im not. im a realist. i see things for what they truly are, behind the lies and make-up. true, i am very depressed sometimes, and i am also completely insane, but this knowledge of our world is not what makes me like that. it is the cruelty of the world itself.
in our shadowy world, almost nothing is certain. times and events can change in an instant. as can people. yet in this world of seeping shadows were nameless things move out of sight and crawl beneath the surface, i have found a certainty. an irrational, some would argue stupid, normality and means of escape from oppression and darkness.
it is friendship. the love a close friend gives to you, and the love you give in return. the special moments you share and remeniss about, and the not so happy times you laugh about years on over a bottle of alcohol. the times when you felt like giving up, and one of your friends was there to pick you up when you fell down and set you back on your feet. that is the best feeling in the world. and it is bright and piercing enough to penetrate the black of our world. brighter than aany star, and warmer than anything imaginable, the love of friendship is the only rational certainty in life. and this post is for all my friends, who have always been there for me and who i see as my family. thank you. you all mean so much to me, but i never seem to say it enough.
Friday, April 24, 2009
reflections of a mirror voyer
i have developed a recent fascination with mirrors. cant say why, just suddenly gotten really fascinated and intrigued by them. it sounds so simple really, a piece of reflective glass with polished metal behind it. i guess what really gets me is the reflective property. reflection is one of the few things i admire about being human. what other animal can stop and reflect over the choices and actions they have commited??? possibly monkeys, but only cause their awsome. if only they had wings and a flamethrower...........
there are so many reflective surfaces in our everyday life. i find this amusing. i mean, are we really that consumed by our vanity so as we need to keep constantly checking ourselves??? next time your out, look around at anything reflective, see how many you find. mirrors, shop windows, car mirrors, puddles of water, metallic surfaces, peoples glasses, door knobs....ect.
when we look in a mirror we are obviously checking our reflection. seeing how good we look at the time. fixing up our hair. putting on make up. everyday bullshit. but what if its not just your looks that a mirror reflects??? a depressed person might look into a mirror and see dirty marks and storm clouds behind them. a really happy person might see the world as bright and sunny with everyone behind them smiling. a lonely person would see everyone except themselves, a narcisist would see only themselves, and a paranoid schizophrenic would see everyone giving them a wide berth and shooting them funny looks. my theory is that a mirror reflects what we want it to reflect above all else. if what we want to see is a face full of flaws, then we will see it. we want to see sunlight, we get it. storm clouds, no problem. its actually how our mind works, that we focus on what we want and tend to stretch things out of proportion to make it seem like what we want to see.
whenever i am feeling in a particularly reflective mood, i sit in front of a mirror. just me and my reflection. hmm, good looking guy:P contemplation and reflection are always helped out by an image/reflection of the reflecting person. i have been doing a lot of reflection lately. my life is kinda torn in about 3 seperate directions at the moment, and i need to look back to the choices that have lead me to this point. and a mirror helps. sometimes its like i can see the past being reflected from my mind, into the mirror. and i watch it, and i can think a little clearer.
and it was on one of these occasions not so long ago that i had a brainwave. not really actually, it was ridiculously simple to figure out, im just an idiot. a mirror's reflection is pure and simply an image, but because the reflection is transmitted through your eyes to your brain, the brain has, to a certain extent, the ability to distort the image. it interupts some of the really minor electrical impulses, and outputs some of its own in return. how you see your reflection is a measure of how you are thinking, feeling and acting at the moment. its so idiotic and beatiful in its simplicity. the key to a reflection is your mind. the mirror and reflected object do help, but the determining factor is always your own mind. it also backs up the saying that the eyes are a window to the soul, as it is through your eyes taht the image is transmitted to your brain, and some would argue the soul has a great deal to do with how you feel and think. so a mirror by itself is really just glass and silver. with a mind to show its image to, it becomes a window.
there are so many reflective surfaces in our everyday life. i find this amusing. i mean, are we really that consumed by our vanity so as we need to keep constantly checking ourselves??? next time your out, look around at anything reflective, see how many you find. mirrors, shop windows, car mirrors, puddles of water, metallic surfaces, peoples glasses, door knobs....ect.
when we look in a mirror we are obviously checking our reflection. seeing how good we look at the time. fixing up our hair. putting on make up. everyday bullshit. but what if its not just your looks that a mirror reflects??? a depressed person might look into a mirror and see dirty marks and storm clouds behind them. a really happy person might see the world as bright and sunny with everyone behind them smiling. a lonely person would see everyone except themselves, a narcisist would see only themselves, and a paranoid schizophrenic would see everyone giving them a wide berth and shooting them funny looks. my theory is that a mirror reflects what we want it to reflect above all else. if what we want to see is a face full of flaws, then we will see it. we want to see sunlight, we get it. storm clouds, no problem. its actually how our mind works, that we focus on what we want and tend to stretch things out of proportion to make it seem like what we want to see.
whenever i am feeling in a particularly reflective mood, i sit in front of a mirror. just me and my reflection. hmm, good looking guy:P contemplation and reflection are always helped out by an image/reflection of the reflecting person. i have been doing a lot of reflection lately. my life is kinda torn in about 3 seperate directions at the moment, and i need to look back to the choices that have lead me to this point. and a mirror helps. sometimes its like i can see the past being reflected from my mind, into the mirror. and i watch it, and i can think a little clearer.
and it was on one of these occasions not so long ago that i had a brainwave. not really actually, it was ridiculously simple to figure out, im just an idiot. a mirror's reflection is pure and simply an image, but because the reflection is transmitted through your eyes to your brain, the brain has, to a certain extent, the ability to distort the image. it interupts some of the really minor electrical impulses, and outputs some of its own in return. how you see your reflection is a measure of how you are thinking, feeling and acting at the moment. its so idiotic and beatiful in its simplicity. the key to a reflection is your mind. the mirror and reflected object do help, but the determining factor is always your own mind. it also backs up the saying that the eyes are a window to the soul, as it is through your eyes taht the image is transmitted to your brain, and some would argue the soul has a great deal to do with how you feel and think. so a mirror by itself is really just glass and silver. with a mind to show its image to, it becomes a window.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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At night...
If you stare at the screen long enough to count all the words, do you think you will feel sleepy?
If that does not work, do you think counting the all alphabets on the screen will make you feel sleepy?
No I forbid you to use a calculator!
teehee zzzzzzzz....
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At night...
If you stare at the screen long enough to count all the words, do you think you will feel sleepy?
If that does not work, do you think counting the all alphabets on the screen will make you feel sleepy?
No I forbid you to use a calculator!
teehee zzzzzzzz....
Mood:??? (2)
Anyone who goes on Deviantart might recognise this sort of thing... Original here.
Mood: Insane.
Listening to: Myself talk.
Reading: The instruction manual for the dishwasher.
Watching: The dripping tap.
Playing: With the dripping tap.
Eating: The dripping tap.
Drinking: From the dishwasher.
Mood: Depressed
Listening to: Simple Plan.
Reading: 101 ways to kill yourself.
Watching: for a way out.
Playing: around with different ideas in my head.
Eating: Pure salt.
Drinking: Alcohol to drown my sorrows.
Mood: Blog!
Listening to: My blogs on tape!
Reading: My Blog!
Watching: My blog!
Playing: Nothing! I'm too busy blogging!
Eating: Nothing! I'm too busy blogging!
Drinking: Nothing! I'm too busy blo..... *thud*....
Mood: Borg.
Listening to: The drone of the engines.
Reading: Nothing. Reading is not permitted.
Watching: You become assimilated.
Playing: With the assimilator. I sure hope it doesn't explode...
Eating: Explosions.
Drinking: More explosions (I touched it again)
Mood: Dirty.
Listening to: Your mother.
Reading: FHM
Watching: Deep Throat.
Playing: Well I don't think I need to tell you what with...
Eating: It starts with P...... and ends with "izza"(you dirty minded pervert)
Drinking: Something that's non-dairy.
Mood: 01001110011001010111001001100100
Listening to: 01010100011011110110111101101100
Reading: 010110010110111101110101
Watching: 010000010111001001100101
Playing: 01010111011000010111001101110100011010010110111001100111
Eating: 01011001011011110111010101110010
Drinking: 01100110011011110110111101100100... 011001000111010101101000
Mood: Normal.
Listening to: Muse.
Reading: Emails.
Watching: Spicks and Specks.
Playing: Croc: Legend of the Gobbos
Eating: Fish and Chips.
Drinking: Water.
Mood: End of the world.
Listening to: Raining Blood by Slayer.
Reading: The Handmaiden's Tale by Margaret Atwood.
Watching: The news.
Playing: Fallout 3
Eating: Iodised salt and twinkies.
Drinking: Coke. Mmm-mm coke... tastes good.
Mood: Giving up.
Listening to: Everyone degrade me. (And Linkin Park)
Reading: My hatemail.
Watching: The protestors outside my house rioting.
Playing: Staring competition with a brick.
Eating: The brick. I lost. (Well, gave up...)
Drinking: Give up juice by the gallon.
Mood: Internet Memes.
Listening to: Leroy Jenkins' battle cry.
Reading: /B/
Watching: You. So i herd u liek mudkipz? (I've got my seat right next to ceiling kitty... I don't want it)
Playing: Linerider.
Eating: Lolcats with FIRST! sauce.
Drinking: From the cup...
Mood: Zoogoer.
Listening to: Monkies do monkey business.
Reading: A pamphlet explaining what "monkey business" is... oh... oh... ohhh... ew.
Watching: The Pandas. They're bound not to- oh for- what!? There's children here and everything!
Playing: With the otters.
Eating: Overpriced food from the zoo cafe. It tastes of fish...
Drinking: More coke! Coke is good! Very good! (I'm not a sell-out I swear!)
Mood: Idiot.
Listening to: The echo when I yell "duuurrr!!"
Reading: Nothing. I is illiturait
Watching: Playschool. Hehehehe.
Playing: With mah blankey!
Eating: My foot.
Drinking: Juice out of a sippy cup.
That last one definitely was not based on reality... the rest are though.
Mood: Insane.
Listening to: Myself talk.
Reading: The instruction manual for the dishwasher.
Watching: The dripping tap.
Playing: With the dripping tap.
Eating: The dripping tap.
Drinking: From the dishwasher.
Mood: Depressed
Listening to: Simple Plan.
Reading: 101 ways to kill yourself.
Watching: for a way out.
Playing: around with different ideas in my head.
Eating: Pure salt.
Drinking: Alcohol to drown my sorrows.
Mood: Blog!
Listening to: My blogs on tape!
Reading: My Blog!
Watching: My blog!
Playing: Nothing! I'm too busy blogging!
Eating: Nothing! I'm too busy blogging!
Drinking: Nothing! I'm too busy blo..... *thud*....
Mood: Borg.
Listening to: The drone of the engines.
Reading: Nothing. Reading is not permitted.
Watching: You become assimilated.
Playing: With the assimilator. I sure hope it doesn't explode...
Eating: Explosions.
Drinking: More explosions (I touched it again)
Mood: Dirty.
Listening to: Your mother.
Reading: FHM
Watching: Deep Throat.
Playing: Well I don't think I need to tell you what with...
Eating: It starts with P...... and ends with "izza"(you dirty minded pervert)
Drinking: Something that's non-dairy.
Mood: 01001110011001010111001001100100
Listening to: 01010100011011110110111101101100
Reading: 010110010110111101110101
Watching: 010000010111001001100101
Playing: 01010111011000010111001101110100011010010110111001100111
Eating: 01011001011011110111010101110010
Drinking: 01100110011011110110111101100100... 011001000111010101101000
Mood: Normal.
Listening to: Muse.
Reading: Emails.
Watching: Spicks and Specks.
Playing: Croc: Legend of the Gobbos
Eating: Fish and Chips.
Drinking: Water.
Mood: End of the world.
Listening to: Raining Blood by Slayer.
Reading: The Handmaiden's Tale by Margaret Atwood.
Watching: The news.
Playing: Fallout 3
Eating: Iodised salt and twinkies.
Drinking: Coke. Mmm-mm coke... tastes good.
Mood: Giving up.
Listening to: Everyone degrade me. (And Linkin Park)
Reading: My hatemail.
Watching: The protestors outside my house rioting.
Playing: Staring competition with a brick.
Eating: The brick. I lost. (Well, gave up...)
Drinking: Give up juice by the gallon.
Mood: Internet Memes.
Listening to: Leroy Jenkins' battle cry.
Reading: /B/
Watching: You. So i herd u liek mudkipz? (I've got my seat right next to ceiling kitty... I don't want it)
Playing: Linerider.
Eating: Lolcats with FIRST! sauce.
Drinking: From the cup...
Mood: Zoogoer.
Listening to: Monkies do monkey business.
Reading: A pamphlet explaining what "monkey business" is... oh... oh... ohhh... ew.
Watching: The Pandas. They're bound not to- oh for- what!? There's children here and everything!
Playing: With the otters.
Eating: Overpriced food from the zoo cafe. It tastes of fish...
Drinking: More coke! Coke is good! Very good! (I'm not a sell-out I swear!)
Mood: Idiot.
Listening to: The echo when I yell "duuurrr!!"
Reading: Nothing. I is illiturait
Watching: Playschool. Hehehehe.
Playing: With mah blankey!
Eating: My foot.
Drinking: Juice out of a sippy cup.
That last one definitely was not based on reality... the rest are though.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Dreams
So many of my friends are turning 17 lately. Or soon. Me, though, well I won't be 17 til October. But it's kinda scary. We're growing up. And it makes me think of all the dreams people I know once had.
The girl who dreamed of touring the world as a famous musician.
The girl who now works as an apprentice mechanic.
The girl who was planning to get engaged to her boyfriend by now, and to travel Australia with her job.
The girl who has now dropped out of school, and gone through a number of boyfriends since the one who planned on marrying her.
The guy who planned to become a police officer and move across the country to live with the guy he loved.
The guy who has dropped out of school and works in retail, and has long since ended things with his boyfriend.
it's scary that all their dreams seem so unlikely now to ever come to fruition. What happened to their dreams? Do they still have them? Do they still lust for those futures? Or have they completely changed?
I guess I'm still thankful that my dreams are still alive. Even if I'm not sure how likely it will be that they will happen. But I'm not giving up the struggle. I want these things to happen, and I will do all I can to make them happen.
Above all though, there is one thing that I want... need... to happen. If I don't get to direct films for a living, then so be it. I can deal with that. If I don't get to travel the world, then so be it. I can deal with that too. But if I don't get to be with the guy I love, I can't deal with that. Love comes before all else in my life.
It's also interesting, that all the people I know that have abandoned that life they wanted, I no longer talk to much. I've gone from being very close to them, to seeing them on the street every now and then, or hearing about them from others. Whereas I remain close to the people who mean a lot to me who continue working towards their dreams.
I've also been having some weird dreams lately. And I get stuck in them, I'm half awake, I can't get up, but I'm still asleep, I know what is happening and I can't stop it. Lucid dreaming. Although there have been some that have been okay, but it still annoys me when I'm aware of what is happening but can't get out of it.
The girl who dreamed of touring the world as a famous musician.
The girl who now works as an apprentice mechanic.
The girl who was planning to get engaged to her boyfriend by now, and to travel Australia with her job.
The girl who has now dropped out of school, and gone through a number of boyfriends since the one who planned on marrying her.
The guy who planned to become a police officer and move across the country to live with the guy he loved.
The guy who has dropped out of school and works in retail, and has long since ended things with his boyfriend.
it's scary that all their dreams seem so unlikely now to ever come to fruition. What happened to their dreams? Do they still have them? Do they still lust for those futures? Or have they completely changed?
I guess I'm still thankful that my dreams are still alive. Even if I'm not sure how likely it will be that they will happen. But I'm not giving up the struggle. I want these things to happen, and I will do all I can to make them happen.
Above all though, there is one thing that I want... need... to happen. If I don't get to direct films for a living, then so be it. I can deal with that. If I don't get to travel the world, then so be it. I can deal with that too. But if I don't get to be with the guy I love, I can't deal with that. Love comes before all else in my life.
It's also interesting, that all the people I know that have abandoned that life they wanted, I no longer talk to much. I've gone from being very close to them, to seeing them on the street every now and then, or hearing about them from others. Whereas I remain close to the people who mean a lot to me who continue working towards their dreams.
I've also been having some weird dreams lately. And I get stuck in them, I'm half awake, I can't get up, but I'm still asleep, I know what is happening and I can't stop it. Lucid dreaming. Although there have been some that have been okay, but it still annoys me when I'm aware of what is happening but can't get out of it.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
A conversation between the dot and the tittle
i warn you dont ask, cause if you do, i must do something so horrible to your brain you will think that santa claus is your mother. .....
one fine morning dot hopped along. It was a very happy dot, until it cross paths with tittle.
Unfortunately this conversation is too random, it may not make sense (why should it) and if you read it you will instantly turn into a mushroom and therefore i will have to eat you.
d= dot
t= tittle
d- oi watch it
t- sorry who are you
d- dot
t- *coughs a laugh*
d- are you laughing at me
t- who me? never. as if i am a lone wanderer with no home.
d- i have a home
t- oh. where is it?
d- you tell me first
t- i live above the 'i'
d- WHAT THAT IS MY HOME
t- now now, i can see that you are uncivilized...
(odd turn of events)
d- I challenge you *pulls out glowsticks*
t- AND i accept! *does a happy dance*
d- then fight
t- so be it.
d- so be it
t- your copying me
d- no you are copying me
t- what
d- who
t- oh my god its a leprechaun
d- where
t- hah
d- what
t- i dont know
d- .......pick your weapon and fight like a muscle!
t- *picks up the leprechaun* fight we will!
and so dot with the glowsticks and tittle with the leprechaun started a fight that only you will know the ending too.....who will win? dun dun dunnnn..who will be the ultimate master and claim the green jacket....oh wait, crap thats golf.
Awkward yet?
Anyone truly excited to have an inclass essay first day back? oooh me! shouts someone in a corner. thats where i run over and throw several unpleasant smelling cakes in their face. thats appaulling behaviour! did your mother ever teach you to enjoy the first week back to school? evidently not. FTW @ the book Oryx and Crake. Seriously guh ending.
Oh yeh and what colour is Blanket bilby? i've never asked.
one fine morning dot hopped along. It was a very happy dot, until it cross paths with tittle.
Unfortunately this conversation is too random, it may not make sense (why should it) and if you read it you will instantly turn into a mushroom and therefore i will have to eat you.
d= dot
t= tittle
d- oi watch it
t- sorry who are you
d- dot
t- *coughs a laugh*
d- are you laughing at me
t- who me? never. as if i am a lone wanderer with no home.
d- i have a home
t- oh. where is it?
d- you tell me first
t- i live above the 'i'
d- WHAT THAT IS MY HOME
t- now now, i can see that you are uncivilized...
(odd turn of events)
d- I challenge you *pulls out glowsticks*
t- AND i accept! *does a happy dance*
d- then fight
t- so be it.
d- so be it
t- your copying me
d- no you are copying me
t- what
d- who
t- oh my god its a leprechaun
d- where
t- hah
d- what
t- i dont know
d- .......pick your weapon and fight like a muscle!
t- *picks up the leprechaun* fight we will!
and so dot with the glowsticks and tittle with the leprechaun started a fight that only you will know the ending too.....who will win? dun dun dunnnn..who will be the ultimate master and claim the green jacket....oh wait, crap thats golf.
Awkward yet?
Anyone truly excited to have an inclass essay first day back? oooh me! shouts someone in a corner. thats where i run over and throw several unpleasant smelling cakes in their face. thats appaulling behaviour! did your mother ever teach you to enjoy the first week back to school? evidently not. FTW @ the book Oryx and Crake. Seriously guh ending.
Oh yeh and what colour is Blanket bilby? i've never asked.
Monday, April 20, 2009
stay away from radiators
This happened yesterday, but I think it is worthy of blogging about. I call this epic saga: "BILBY GETS BURNT (by more than one thing)"
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
do u want to challenge that?:)
samantha.,
I challenge you to a duel! :P *slaps face with glove*
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
because if u win its quite disturbing for u included:P
pistol or sword duel?
because im a master in both(H)
samantha.,
haha I was just about to make a comment about that
... not... that...
but... that
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
sorry what?
samantha.,
never mind :P
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
comment on me being the master of a sword and gun?:P
samantha.,
never!
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
well i only practice with my own weapons:P
samantha.,
after you strap them on :P
hehe BURN!!
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
u dont need to strap on a sowrd.. it has a handle...... what kind of bizarre things do YOU use?:P
samantha.,
*shakes head* nope. you still got burnt
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
yeah i did
okay I published this accidently! must finish now, or else it makes no sense!
SO... TWENTY YEARS LATER, OR THEREABOUTS:
samantha.,
actually when you agreed that you got burnt, I started thinking of when Fry talks about getting it on with the chick from the radiator planet, only to be told it was a REAL radiator
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
haha:P
samantha.,
getting a bit close to the radiator are we? :P
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
so you were thinking of a burn to a cartoon characters gentials?
samantha.,
or yours :P
things got increasingly weird after that.
also, bilby likes to get it on with various household appliances.
This is a bit like how every time I see my friend at school listening to his iPod, I yell out that he is listening to porn. It's kinda stuck now (that's what she said! :P), and so now even he makes jokes about him listening to porn.
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
do u want to challenge that?:)
samantha.,
I challenge you to a duel! :P *slaps face with glove*
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
because if u win its quite disturbing for u included:P
pistol or sword duel?
because im a master in both(H)
samantha.,
haha I was just about to make a comment about that
... not... that...
but... that
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
sorry what?
samantha.,
never mind :P
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
comment on me being the master of a sword and gun?:P
samantha.,
never!
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
well i only practice with my own weapons:P
samantha.,
after you strap them on :P
hehe BURN!!
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
u dont need to strap on a sowrd.. it has a handle...... what kind of bizarre things do YOU use?:P
samantha.,
*shakes head* nope. you still got burnt
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
yeah i did
okay I published this accidently! must finish now, or else it makes no sense!
SO... TWENTY YEARS LATER, OR THEREABOUTS:
samantha.,
actually when you agreed that you got burnt, I started thinking of when Fry talks about getting it on with the chick from the radiator planet, only to be told it was a REAL radiator
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
haha:P
samantha.,
getting a bit close to the radiator are we? :P
Ninja-Chuditch!(W)(L)
so you were thinking of a burn to a cartoon characters gentials?
samantha.,
or yours :P
things got increasingly weird after that.
also, bilby likes to get it on with various household appliances.
This is a bit like how every time I see my friend at school listening to his iPod, I yell out that he is listening to porn. It's kinda stuck now (that's what she said! :P), and so now even he makes jokes about him listening to porn.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Fir Tree Man
Damn you i say to the man that accidentally breathed in a spore and grew a 5cm fir tree in his lungs! You may have proven that it can be done but did it actually grow inside of you. You say it must me true, its the only thing that makes sense, and the doctors told me that. WELL MISTER did some part of you expose yourself to sunlight? Is it possible for it to have grown a full 5cm inside of you without sunlight? TAKE THAT. no actually don't you just might. haha to the random corny intermission.
Anyways back to ranting to the fir tree man, i have always wanted to know someone later on in life that had a plant that grew inside them, so you stole my dream! how cruel to have taken aways a young child dream. *cries*
.....SNAP you paediphiles think i am a young child?!? (FTW) >>??
dammnit it was suppose to be a moving picture, guess its less hysterical now. *sigh*
Some of my fellow bloggers may know the play, Inside the Island by Louis Nowra........so....i have made it a point that in every drama essay i ever write ......this year...... i will quote this somewhere in the long essays i will write..."Tarty, Farty, Party". now that is worth given full marks for. daring much? rebelling to the max.
think about it?
Anyways back to ranting to the fir tree man, i have always wanted to know someone later on in life that had a plant that grew inside them, so you stole my dream! how cruel to have taken aways a young child dream. *cries*
.....SNAP you paediphiles think i am a young child?!? (FTW) >>??
dammnit it was suppose to be a moving picture, guess its less hysterical now. *sigh*Some of my fellow bloggers may know the play, Inside the Island by Louis Nowra........so....i have made it a point that in every drama essay i ever write ......this year...... i will quote this somewhere in the long essays i will write..."Tarty, Farty, Party". now that is worth given full marks for. daring much? rebelling to the max.
so i'm going to find some cake now. goodbye and no you can't have any.....
leaving you with a quote from SPN.....
think about it?
Friday, April 17, 2009
Turn the bass up! :D
I just watched some of my friends in their band for a few hours. EPIC LOLAGE. At one point Chippy (who plays his bass so loud that all you could hear was things vibrating (haha... vibrating)) decides to place his amp so that it's laying on the floor, trying to make a hat float on it while he played. It was a bit too heavy though, but it did move around. Then there was the thing with the chickens eating chocolate (chickens = EVIL.)
And the guys (mainly Chippy) were sitting on the amps while playing, and so apparently they're becoming sterile.
It was pretty cool. They never really did much though, other than talk about movies, random stuff, randomly pick up a guitar and play, talk about history (Chippy and I were discussing why the Nazis aren't, or are, Communist.), eat stuff, drink stuff.... argue about various things.
Also there were many many many sexual connotated jokes. Although possibly the most disturbing one was:
"Go die in a hole."
"I'll go die in your hole!"
and then the one about belts and small holes vs. big holes.
I learnt a lot of things. They know a lot about guitars and music.
Although I must admit that I don't entirely agree with some of their views on music. (Screamo is NOT easy to understand.)
One of the funniest things was watching Chippy like cry when he had a guitar taken off him. And then when I sat on him. But I supplied him with Doritos and threw chocolate at him, and he fetched me cans of Solo. So we had it all worked out in the end.
So really they probably shouldn't turn the bass up. But it was loud, and that was cool.
Other things have been good to. Actually, better than good. Like, AMAZING. I had two unexpected phone calls yesterday and they were both... well one of them in particular left me smiling... for a very long time... Even still I smile :D
And the other was trippy. I'd just been thinking of my great grandfather, and then he rang!
So once I get school under control, things will be goooood! :D
And the guys (mainly Chippy) were sitting on the amps while playing, and so apparently they're becoming sterile.
It was pretty cool. They never really did much though, other than talk about movies, random stuff, randomly pick up a guitar and play, talk about history (Chippy and I were discussing why the Nazis aren't, or are, Communist.), eat stuff, drink stuff.... argue about various things.
Also there were many many many sexual connotated jokes. Although possibly the most disturbing one was:
"Go die in a hole."
"I'll go die in your hole!"
and then the one about belts and small holes vs. big holes.
I learnt a lot of things. They know a lot about guitars and music.
Although I must admit that I don't entirely agree with some of their views on music. (Screamo is NOT easy to understand.)
One of the funniest things was watching Chippy like cry when he had a guitar taken off him. And then when I sat on him. But I supplied him with Doritos and threw chocolate at him, and he fetched me cans of Solo. So we had it all worked out in the end.
So really they probably shouldn't turn the bass up. But it was loud, and that was cool.
Other things have been good to. Actually, better than good. Like, AMAZING. I had two unexpected phone calls yesterday and they were both... well one of them in particular left me smiling... for a very long time... Even still I smile :D
And the other was trippy. I'd just been thinking of my great grandfather, and then he rang!
So once I get school under control, things will be goooood! :D
Thursday, April 16, 2009
12.30am is crazy
Lets travel deep into the mindS of PaperClipCookie. flashes of different things, which will make anyone go into hysteria.
Tour begin~
"so im blogging about anything but about myself unless it is absolutely strange to the point where oddity itself is nothing?"
"yeah pretty much"
says paperclipcookies to the bilby man.
yeh that makes sense i guess. whereelse can we find a blog like this. NOWHERE. yes thats right, thats exactly what you were thinking.
Now a friend has asked me to talked about poprock and coke here, but shes in a state of delirium or so she says, so no.
so instead : "this is my first blog.. i dont know what to say really but Bilby said I should blog about whatever..." is a good start :P -bilby
yeh, now what? haha i'm not that incapable minded you bilby you.
Mental blank now thats new, hmmmmm maybe not but at 12.30 in the morning one would think so. Thats why you just sit that aimlessly and think, is my life that meaningless, and thats when the voice which came from nowhere freak you out and yells YES and MEANINGLESS.
i'm only kidding jeez.
getting sidetrack, or maybe not......but heres a nerdy way of remembering feedback loop:
Stimulus - Receptor - Modulator - Effector - Response - Feedback
Steve - Received - Modulating - Effectively- Responding- Ferret
BAM AND THE DIRT IS GONE,....................effective yet? whats effective you say to yourself. I say, i have no idea go figure it out yourself. no don't get offended. *cackles*
i'm not a witch. oh sorryy......oh speaking of witches- you revolting omg why do you need to spill your bodily fuilds everywhere and not clean it up seriously its gross- deal. why do you have to be interpreted so many different ways? its annoying and i think you should apologize right now or else i will tell your mother! thats right no cookies for you until you say you are sorry. and that means you too janet!
:O abc how could you take of the tribute to david tennants time on doctor who episodes and put in some lame show that no one of the nerdy community will watch!! rebel to the channel nerds......
~End of Tour &
all i can say is.....WHAT THE FUD
teehee
Tour begin~
"so im blogging about anything but about myself unless it is absolutely strange to the point where oddity itself is nothing?"
"yeah pretty much"
says paperclipcookies to the bilby man.
yeh that makes sense i guess. whereelse can we find a blog like this. NOWHERE. yes thats right, thats exactly what you were thinking.
Now a friend has asked me to talked about poprock and coke here, but shes in a state of delirium or so she says, so no.
so instead : "this is my first blog.. i dont know what to say really but Bilby said I should blog about whatever..." is a good start :P -bilby
yeh, now what? haha i'm not that incapable minded you bilby you.
Mental blank now thats new, hmmmmm maybe not but at 12.30 in the morning one would think so. Thats why you just sit that aimlessly and think, is my life that meaningless, and thats when the voice which came from nowhere freak you out and yells YES and MEANINGLESS.
i'm only kidding jeez.
getting sidetrack, or maybe not......but heres a nerdy way of remembering feedback loop:
Stimulus - Receptor - Modulator - Effector - Response - Feedback
Steve - Received - Modulating - Effectively- Responding- Ferret
BAM AND THE DIRT IS GONE,....................effective yet? whats effective you say to yourself. I say, i have no idea go figure it out yourself. no don't get offended. *cackles*
i'm not a witch. oh sorryy......oh speaking of witches- you revolting omg why do you need to spill your bodily fuilds everywhere and not clean it up seriously its gross- deal. why do you have to be interpreted so many different ways? its annoying and i think you should apologize right now or else i will tell your mother! thats right no cookies for you until you say you are sorry. and that means you too janet!
:O abc how could you take of the tribute to david tennants time on doctor who episodes and put in some lame show that no one of the nerdy community will watch!! rebel to the channel nerds......
~End of Tour &
all i can say is.....WHAT THE FUD
teehee
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
hot showers and dreamscapes
man, there is nothing better than having the whole house to yourself. seriously, its the one time a person can do the stuff they want to with no-one breathing down their neck complaining and teling them not too. so i got up this morning, turned my stereo up so loud i nearly shattered my window, and had an hour long hot shower. then, i had mountain dew for breakfast. fucking awsome!
oh i do love mountain dew. never used to be a big fan, but i have recently developed an addiction to it. nice one jim, this is your fault for taking us to KFC so often!
im also addicted to multi v juice, all forms of energy drink, sex, fire, loud music, and icecream. just thought i'd list those off while i was here. might need them for future referancing or something...
but my shower actually lead me to have a very weird phylosophical conversation with myself. mainly revolved around dreams actually. are our dreams conscious or not??? i mean, do we consciously think them up during our sleep as a form of entertainment untill we wake up, or are they just distorted images and pictures of stuff we've thought during the day played in a slideshow??? the interesting thing about dreams are that we dont actually know what part of the brain generates them, we dont know if other animals dream, we dont know why some people find it easier to remember dreams then others, we dont know if we have any control over our dreams (would have thought freddy krueger would have shown them that we do :P), and prehaps most interestingly, our dreams actually dont serve any purpose whatsoever. there is no forseeable need for them, they havn't actually been proven to do anything beneficial for us at all. they dont even leave any evidence of themselves, save for the final image that is often still in the eyes of people when they wake up, as if burnt to the retina somehow. if it werent for the fact that everyone dreams, they would probably be considered a myth, as there is no physical proof of their existence.
yea, all this happened while i was sitting under a heavy stream of hot water. twas pleasant. but i had another thought.
my stereo was playing breaking benjamin at the time. man, there an awsome band. anyway, i was under the water, and it suddenly reminded me of a bed, with its sheets and quilts, the way the warm water just blankets and covers you. i havnt got one of those new use-less-water shower heads, i got the old kind that just pours out gallons of water every minute, and the effect literally is like a warm, wet blanket covering you. its a nice feeling after you've just woken up.
but i couldnt fit my massive legs under the water, so i had to go into the fetal position in order to be completely under the water. but for some reason there was a clod breeze in my house this morning :S go figure. and as i was under the water, any part of me that slipped out of the water was hit with this cold breeze, and it was REALLY cold! so i was at the same time really warm and really cold. it was a conflicting feeling. then i managed to squeeze myself into the size of a small briefcase, so every part of me was under the water. and there was warmth everywhere, and i looked out at the world through my watery veil, and it looked better than it usually does. but even though i was completely under water so to speak, i still felt cold.
despite the fact i was submerged in hot water, i still felt cold. like someone had let the breeze into the water itself. but thats impossible, i thought. there cant be cold water coming out, otherwise all the water would be cold. then i had a brainwave. what if the cold is coming from me???
it makes sense, why else would i be struggling so hard to get warm all the time??? why is it people are sometimes repelled by me??? why do i stay close to the warm people in my life??? because im cold. i stick around all my warm friends and try to get warm, but it only works for the time im around them. its like im the winter girl from wicked lovely. the cold inhabits you, yet you are not of the cold, so it causes you pain, and you try to get warm. but because the cold inhabits you, the warmth slowly kills you, even though you feel better when your near it. also explains why i never get cold in the winter and i never feel too hot in the summer.
i am the ice man!!! mwuhahahaha!!! actually i dont want to be ice. i like fire so much better. and if im ice, any fires i light might hurt me. and i wouldnt like that at all. if im ice, i cant hug anyone, cause i'll steal there warmth, and il be so cold they stick to me. and if they stay stuck to me, il melt with so much warmth. plus the person stuck to me is going to catch a cold. and if im ice, then i can never be warm again. i like being warm. i dont want to be ice any more. someone, melt me before i freeze over.
oh i do love mountain dew. never used to be a big fan, but i have recently developed an addiction to it. nice one jim, this is your fault for taking us to KFC so often!
im also addicted to multi v juice, all forms of energy drink, sex, fire, loud music, and icecream. just thought i'd list those off while i was here. might need them for future referancing or something...
but my shower actually lead me to have a very weird phylosophical conversation with myself. mainly revolved around dreams actually. are our dreams conscious or not??? i mean, do we consciously think them up during our sleep as a form of entertainment untill we wake up, or are they just distorted images and pictures of stuff we've thought during the day played in a slideshow??? the interesting thing about dreams are that we dont actually know what part of the brain generates them, we dont know if other animals dream, we dont know why some people find it easier to remember dreams then others, we dont know if we have any control over our dreams (would have thought freddy krueger would have shown them that we do :P), and prehaps most interestingly, our dreams actually dont serve any purpose whatsoever. there is no forseeable need for them, they havn't actually been proven to do anything beneficial for us at all. they dont even leave any evidence of themselves, save for the final image that is often still in the eyes of people when they wake up, as if burnt to the retina somehow. if it werent for the fact that everyone dreams, they would probably be considered a myth, as there is no physical proof of their existence.
yea, all this happened while i was sitting under a heavy stream of hot water. twas pleasant. but i had another thought.
my stereo was playing breaking benjamin at the time. man, there an awsome band. anyway, i was under the water, and it suddenly reminded me of a bed, with its sheets and quilts, the way the warm water just blankets and covers you. i havnt got one of those new use-less-water shower heads, i got the old kind that just pours out gallons of water every minute, and the effect literally is like a warm, wet blanket covering you. its a nice feeling after you've just woken up.
but i couldnt fit my massive legs under the water, so i had to go into the fetal position in order to be completely under the water. but for some reason there was a clod breeze in my house this morning :S go figure. and as i was under the water, any part of me that slipped out of the water was hit with this cold breeze, and it was REALLY cold! so i was at the same time really warm and really cold. it was a conflicting feeling. then i managed to squeeze myself into the size of a small briefcase, so every part of me was under the water. and there was warmth everywhere, and i looked out at the world through my watery veil, and it looked better than it usually does. but even though i was completely under water so to speak, i still felt cold.
despite the fact i was submerged in hot water, i still felt cold. like someone had let the breeze into the water itself. but thats impossible, i thought. there cant be cold water coming out, otherwise all the water would be cold. then i had a brainwave. what if the cold is coming from me???
it makes sense, why else would i be struggling so hard to get warm all the time??? why is it people are sometimes repelled by me??? why do i stay close to the warm people in my life??? because im cold. i stick around all my warm friends and try to get warm, but it only works for the time im around them. its like im the winter girl from wicked lovely. the cold inhabits you, yet you are not of the cold, so it causes you pain, and you try to get warm. but because the cold inhabits you, the warmth slowly kills you, even though you feel better when your near it. also explains why i never get cold in the winter and i never feel too hot in the summer.
i am the ice man!!! mwuhahahaha!!! actually i dont want to be ice. i like fire so much better. and if im ice, any fires i light might hurt me. and i wouldnt like that at all. if im ice, i cant hug anyone, cause i'll steal there warmth, and il be so cold they stick to me. and if they stay stuck to me, il melt with so much warmth. plus the person stuck to me is going to catch a cold. and if im ice, then i can never be warm again. i like being warm. i dont want to be ice any more. someone, melt me before i freeze over.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
How could I forget?!
the whole time I was writing that other blog entry last night, I knew there was something of incredible awesomeness that I was forgetting to mention!! I mentioned music, BUT NOT THE THING THAT PLAYS IT! The winamp Bubble Bobble skin that I use is very awesome. It's what inspired the WHOLE THING!
You can't really see it, which sucks. But like you click on things and they do stuff and it is so cool. Also I'm a big fan of old school :). Notice the Nintendo64 neon light in the photo of me with black hair?
I love my desktop wallpaper there too. It's a photo I took at our Year 12 ball. Looks like a bit of a rave. Here it is without the stuff over it:
haha you can see my convo with Bilby there!
(I know you're reading this.)
(besides, I have 3 other convos up, so pfft :P)
I know Kyle and Chris are in that photo, I don't know who the third person is.
Another really cool thing is Coca Cola flavoured lip balm
(yes I do have to mention that I know you are reading this.)
anywho there is also a Sprite flavoured one. Various Fanta flavoured ones. Etc. *insert inappropriate comment about tasting me.*
OK I SHALL! Taste me, I taste good! Kinda bubbly and sugary (you'd be expecting salty wouldn't you? Surprise!) It's so much fun when people taste me. mm-mm yeah I taste good. I have a menu where you can choose what flavour you want me to be baby.
Awesome things that are awesome.
Well it's certainly been a while. I forget my password often. So I do the lazy thing and just don't blog.
So, whats new with me?
I have black hair now.
BEFORE:
AFTER:
So, while the uploady thing uploads, what else is awesome...
Music. Music is awesome. The quotation battle this arvo with Bibly was fun. I so won that :P. It's always such an awesome feeling of satisfaction when I discover a band that none of my friends know of. Although it does get a bit hard when we go to parties and I know none of their music and they know none of mine. Although, they tend to listen to nothing other than mindless, nonsensical mainstream pop (bleh)
(stop reading this, you there, yes you.)
anywho so I tend to know most of what they listen to. I just wish I didn't.
(once again, I so totally won that argument).
(is this uploading my photos? I don't know. it better be.)
(talking to oneself is awesome too.)
Another awesome thing is when guys randomly compliment me. I get that quite often lately, which is great because of my lack of self confidence :). Yay for building up self-esteem!
You know what else is awesome? Dictionaries. I now own 13 various dictionaries and thesauruses. Most people collect bugs or stamps, or severed heads, but I collect dictionaries.
Black and white photography is awesome too. I love it. Like this photo of me:
(you know whats creepy? You reading this while I'm typing it and all. So pfft.)
(this uploading whatsit likes to take its time.)
The word awesome is also awesome. You'd think with the amount of dictionaries/thesauruses I have I'd find another word for awesome. But screw it.
You know what annoys me? People who use semi-colons incorrectly. Like, seriously people; if you're going to use it, use it right. Don't stick it in randomly because it looks cool. (That's what she said! sorry, sorry.)
People who use apostrophes wrong are also annoying :P (haha take that Bilby! :P love you really :P)(but still, "you are brain don't work?"... bat?)
Well, thank you for your attention and I would like to conclude with a list of things that are awesome:
The Mighty Boosh (I'm going to marry Vince Noir :P)
being one of the Year 12 Media Captains!
chicken, cheese and pineapple foc... foca... damn word I can't spell. You know, Italian thing with herbs and stuff.
staying up all night talking to people
various bands that are incredibly amazing. (why oh why won't Placebo come tour here?)
colourful sticky notes
Assorted Ramblings of Cornflakes. (which I tend to spell "corkflakes".)
Cornflakes... and other cereals. I love cereal. And breakfast. I'm going to brunch with my Lit class this week.
life. (mostly.)
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
eternal darkness
hmmm its been a while since i posted anything. cant really think of anything interesting to post... but i thought i'd better post something, cause it's also been ages since anyone else posted anything at all, let alone anything interesting.
joking guys, i care about what u all have to say. or do i???.....
i have been on a constant sugar high since saturda at about 1 am. sym's after ball. we sat around eating candy and chocolate for several hours. twas awsome. then we went to bed around 4-5am, and when we got up we ate more. then i had icecream for dinner. sunday the lions fair was across the road. bought showbags, split the candy, and we sat eating for fucking ages. i was trembling by the end of it. yesterday, monday, i had a v, a rockstar, a red eye, a giant v can, and some wizz fizz. thats all i ate all day. today i had 3 mothers, 2 wizz fizz and a sip of travis's red eye. oh and some chocolate from gracey.
so yea, iv been hyper for 4 days now. do any of you have any idea how tired i am??? im exhausted. literally the only thing keeping me going is more sugar and energy drink. i cant let my high dissapear. il crash and die!
eternal darkness is the best game ever. im not that big a video game guy, but man, eternal darkness really amazed me. most of the game is this girl reading this book called the tome of eternal darkness, and basically you play through history as people who have interacted with the tome, and most died terribly. the first guy you see, pious, is basically corrupted by whats called an ancient, wich is basically a god-like creature trapped in an alternate time and space. there are 3 ancients, and the game revolves around pious trying to release his ancient and destroy the universe. but what really makes this game stand out is that your character can actually go insane over time. you have a sanity meter, and the more freaky shit jumps out at you, the lower it goes. when it starts dropping really low, you start hallucinating and freaking out.
at first, the camera will start to tilt and lean, you'll hear screaming and crying in the background, flies crwal on the inside of the screen, and any pictures that hang on the walls will warp when you walk past and become nightmarish landscapes. but thats only the onset of insanity. when you really go crazy, weird and freaky shit happens.
one time, i walked into a room, and my character was surrounded by zombies. i tried to run away, but the screen kept flashing "please plug in your controller", and i was freaking out going it is in dammit! and this circle of zombies was closing in slowly, and then my character got eaten. then it turned out it was all a hallucination. anotehr time my character pulled off his head and started reciting shakespear. once a girl i was playing as walked into a room and actually exploded, then re-formed.
but the worst ones are the ones that mess with YOU, not your character. i went to save my game, and i clicked yes, when the screen came up with are you sure you want to erase all your save files? i clicked no. the screen said you have succesfully erased all your save files. i was like NOOOOOOOOOOO! turned out it was a hallucination. another time the blue screen of death came up and covered my tv. and yet again, i reached the end of a level, and a screen came up saying 'thank you for playing the eternal darkness trailor".
man, the lengths that people go to just to fuck with my mind. its one of those games you actually feel physically and mentally tired from playing, like it affects you that much. theres just so much thought provoking plot and speech, plus you have to constantly question wether anything your doing is actually real or just a crazy daze. it fucks with you. and some parts are genuinly scary, like when you walk into the bathroom only to see yourself dead in a bathtub of blood. then the dead body jumps at the screen screaming. and even some of the human characters try to kill you. some of them have these parasitic demon things in them that control them, and some missions you have to try and figure out who of your friends is a human and who is a demon. then you gotta kill the demons. but fuck up, and everybody turns against you.
then theres the constant booby traps everwhere, the demons who can actually transport you to another dimmention, the dead skinless angels who have scorpion tails, the two torso's fuzed together with no head or arms that can summon any creature in the game, the undead sombies that scream and explode, the mummies who if you cut there arms off, it actually makes them more dangerous, the demon bugs with floating lights for heads and knives for arms, the giant hulk things with 3 heads, the......THING that has a floating symbol for a head and 9 arms but no torso or legs, the skeleton roman catholic guy, and of course the various in-animate objects that come to life and try to impale you. but then theres the ancients master...... its a purple, giant blob with hundreds of tentacles, dozens of eyes, and a hundred mouths, spread across the floor like a puddle.
then theres the ancients themselves: chaturga, the giant red crab/scorpion/lobster demon. xelotah, the green eye stalk on a snakes body with 5 arms, and urlgih.....uryughu......whatever the fuck its called. its a floating, blue jellyfish thing. with claws. and organs. and so many STINGERS..........
anyway, if your interested in a mind fuck and one wicked thrill ride, i strongly recomend getting it. wow, a whole blog on a video game. thats a new low for me. but unfortunately i have to go now. i need more sugar. im starting to come down.
joking guys, i care about what u all have to say. or do i???.....
i have been on a constant sugar high since saturda at about 1 am. sym's after ball. we sat around eating candy and chocolate for several hours. twas awsome. then we went to bed around 4-5am, and when we got up we ate more. then i had icecream for dinner. sunday the lions fair was across the road. bought showbags, split the candy, and we sat eating for fucking ages. i was trembling by the end of it. yesterday, monday, i had a v, a rockstar, a red eye, a giant v can, and some wizz fizz. thats all i ate all day. today i had 3 mothers, 2 wizz fizz and a sip of travis's red eye. oh and some chocolate from gracey.
so yea, iv been hyper for 4 days now. do any of you have any idea how tired i am??? im exhausted. literally the only thing keeping me going is more sugar and energy drink. i cant let my high dissapear. il crash and die!
eternal darkness is the best game ever. im not that big a video game guy, but man, eternal darkness really amazed me. most of the game is this girl reading this book called the tome of eternal darkness, and basically you play through history as people who have interacted with the tome, and most died terribly. the first guy you see, pious, is basically corrupted by whats called an ancient, wich is basically a god-like creature trapped in an alternate time and space. there are 3 ancients, and the game revolves around pious trying to release his ancient and destroy the universe. but what really makes this game stand out is that your character can actually go insane over time. you have a sanity meter, and the more freaky shit jumps out at you, the lower it goes. when it starts dropping really low, you start hallucinating and freaking out.
at first, the camera will start to tilt and lean, you'll hear screaming and crying in the background, flies crwal on the inside of the screen, and any pictures that hang on the walls will warp when you walk past and become nightmarish landscapes. but thats only the onset of insanity. when you really go crazy, weird and freaky shit happens.
one time, i walked into a room, and my character was surrounded by zombies. i tried to run away, but the screen kept flashing "please plug in your controller", and i was freaking out going it is in dammit! and this circle of zombies was closing in slowly, and then my character got eaten. then it turned out it was all a hallucination. anotehr time my character pulled off his head and started reciting shakespear. once a girl i was playing as walked into a room and actually exploded, then re-formed.
but the worst ones are the ones that mess with YOU, not your character. i went to save my game, and i clicked yes, when the screen came up with are you sure you want to erase all your save files? i clicked no. the screen said you have succesfully erased all your save files. i was like NOOOOOOOOOOO! turned out it was a hallucination. another time the blue screen of death came up and covered my tv. and yet again, i reached the end of a level, and a screen came up saying 'thank you for playing the eternal darkness trailor".
man, the lengths that people go to just to fuck with my mind. its one of those games you actually feel physically and mentally tired from playing, like it affects you that much. theres just so much thought provoking plot and speech, plus you have to constantly question wether anything your doing is actually real or just a crazy daze. it fucks with you. and some parts are genuinly scary, like when you walk into the bathroom only to see yourself dead in a bathtub of blood. then the dead body jumps at the screen screaming. and even some of the human characters try to kill you. some of them have these parasitic demon things in them that control them, and some missions you have to try and figure out who of your friends is a human and who is a demon. then you gotta kill the demons. but fuck up, and everybody turns against you.
then theres the constant booby traps everwhere, the demons who can actually transport you to another dimmention, the dead skinless angels who have scorpion tails, the two torso's fuzed together with no head or arms that can summon any creature in the game, the undead sombies that scream and explode, the mummies who if you cut there arms off, it actually makes them more dangerous, the demon bugs with floating lights for heads and knives for arms, the giant hulk things with 3 heads, the......THING that has a floating symbol for a head and 9 arms but no torso or legs, the skeleton roman catholic guy, and of course the various in-animate objects that come to life and try to impale you. but then theres the ancients master...... its a purple, giant blob with hundreds of tentacles, dozens of eyes, and a hundred mouths, spread across the floor like a puddle.
then theres the ancients themselves: chaturga, the giant red crab/scorpion/lobster demon. xelotah, the green eye stalk on a snakes body with 5 arms, and urlgih.....uryughu......whatever the fuck its called. its a floating, blue jellyfish thing. with claws. and organs. and so many STINGERS..........
anyway, if your interested in a mind fuck and one wicked thrill ride, i strongly recomend getting it. wow, a whole blog on a video game. thats a new low for me. but unfortunately i have to go now. i need more sugar. im starting to come down.
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