My door

For the first time in years...I can completely go through my door...amazing.

Been a while.

Smash

First word that came to mind.

Wooo.

The world is full of hilarity. Just gotta know where to look.

Care

I have lost it.

Well, I am losing it anyways. It seems as the years have gone by, I am very literally, and seriously, losing my ability to care. Seriously.

I just don't care about anything anymore. Maybe occasionally I'll give a shit about something, but...most of the time, I could care less about everything.

And I find that to be a good thing.

What the Consortium Traders in Nagrand is going on?!

I took a look back at some of the poems I wrote.

Mainly those that had meanings behind them. It's a good thing that I kept tabs on which were important and which weren't. But they're kinda obvious anyway.

ANYWAYS, I read them. And first I thought, WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING BACK THEN?!?! Then I though, wow I can(could) write poems that rhyme and make sense. Thennnnnn I thought, damn.

Thoughts in my head.

A blue moon

To be content with loneliness. Is quite a lie. But only quite.

Meh.

THIS IS NOT A DIVERSION

DO NOT READ THIS! FOR YOU HAVE NOW BEEN...wasting a few seconds of your time. Yes! My plan is working!! As more people waste their precious seconds I shall continue to collect them then seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into half and hours, half an hours into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into fortnights, then months, then YEARS.

Yea I have no idea what's going on there. Just spontaneous writing. You get an idea and you build on it. Tearing down the walls of common sense and logic.

Anyways. I think that should be the new title of this blog. Anyways. I use it so frequently whilst I blog. Whilst. Such a funny word. "While I blog", "whilst I blog". It just adds so much sophistication into the sentence. Heh, I'm doing so many other things whilst (there it is again) trying to write this blog down. I have the attention span of a pebble. A pebble rolling down a hill. Or a pig on fire.

So...HAWKWARD. Yea, I'm just gonna end this here.

Me: "This is the end of the line for you, This Here."
This Here: "Not in a million years!"
Me: "Exactly, in a few seconds/minutes, not a million years."
This Here: "Oh. ... Damn."
Me: "But before I do that, why is your name This Here?"
TH: "What do you mean why is my name This Here, cuz it is!"
Me: "But I mean come on, that's a preposterous name!"
TH: "ARE YOU INSULTING MY PARENTS?!?!?"
Me: "No, I'm insulting your name."
TH: "But they gave me this name that you are insulting therefore you are indirectly insulting them!"
Me: "In that case you are also insulting my parents by accusing that I would insult another person's parents with no good reason, due to the lack of teaching on my parent's part."
TH: "Dude, you think too much."
Me: "I know."


*slash*

Ivan ends This Here.

That was fun.

Blogging iz srs bzness

Why hello there ladies and gentlemen of the notactuallytherecuznoonereadsthisanymore demographic! This is a special post commemorating an event on this day a few years ago. Wow that sounded so cool being able to say a few years ago, because technically it was. Technically. Anyways, I had a little blast from the past moment as I went back and read a few of my old posts...and heavens have I changed. In way of thought and all around maturity in thinking. Not even sure if that's proper grammar.

Bah, who cares.

I DO! I IZ GRAMMAR NAZI!!! PUNCTUATION MARKS!!!!!!!11111oneoneone.

So, yea. Every beginning is also and end. You can't start something new till you've finished what you were working on. So I guess that's that then. How it's been. Hmm. I shall not use small grey lettering/whatever colour I can use to blend in with the background(didn't really work anyways back then) to say this.

WEI YEEN, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, WE NEED TO TALK. (Preferably in person eventhough I know that's VERY unlikely, but you know, a boy can dream) Liek, srs bzness. [(Like, serious business) for the awesomely challenged] And by talk I mean I have 1 and only 1 question to ask you.

But somehow I think that this message will not reach her eyes directly. Judging by the fact no one blogs anymore. Boo!

Everything I do, I do for lulz.