tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80976000464496159872024-03-08T06:20:21.672-08:00RevolverationWho else can be as boring and interesting at the same time as Grimvoid? One of the web's most spontaneous 'smartiots' (Smart person who says stupid things.), He arrived into the world of boring talks and interesting ones when he was roughly nine. He absolutely despises when people type without grammar and proper spelling just because they think, "Oh, it's the internet, no one will care," and wants to end that.
RIGHT THIS INSTANT WOULD BE NICE!Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-13808818310945181562010-07-12T22:47:00.000-07:002010-07-13T22:19:59.362-07:00Thrown back in jail.I've realized something. After having a jail-broken iPod touch for so long, I realized that it is way faster to just use the regular 'jailed' version of apple's amazing device. It really goes so much faster in every aspect! I'm fine with not having a wallpaper for my home-screen. I don't need multitasking, it's just a hassle. But Apple, what were you guys thinking not including battery percentage on iPhone 3G and iPod touch 2G!?! That's just silly! Why wouldn't these devices be able to handle showing some numbers beside the battery icon? I just don't understand how you people decided this was a good thing to remove from the ios4 experience<br /><br />P.S. I find it really intriguing how the new spell check is telling me ios4 is wrong. The suggestions are 'is', which in find weird, but I guess it might have something to do with the letter placement on the on-screen keyboard...<br /><br />Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-65706439937947215522010-06-30T07:24:00.000-07:002010-06-30T07:26:32.113-07:00False ExpectationsLast night, I had a bunch of dreams related to a bunch of things. One of the dreams was related to getting my newspapers delivered to me a few hours earlier than normal (so the night before...) and being able to go deliver right after breakfast. The dream was so boring and realistic, that I really thought my newspapers came last night in real life. I was disappointed slightly to find out it had only been a dream.Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-73832063025818028942010-06-19T21:05:00.001-07:002010-06-19T21:05:09.813-07:00Funk that shot (or the unfair beating of a gamer).Hi. I am a human being who enjoys playing a demo for a game called Modnation Racers on his PS3. <br />My brother has a friend over, and he's been wanting to play on the PS3 for a while now. I wouldn't let him, and his parents came. I decided (logically) that they would just get him and go, leaving me to play on the demo in peace. The fates decided it would be good if I was punished for being so logical.<br />I find out that he's staying longer, his parents being over just so mine have some other adults to chill with. I'm not fast enough, my brother punches me in the arm. I get mad. I start telling my grandpa (who happens to be close by) but he only tells me to be quiet and let the kids play. I make a fuss, and nobody is liking this, especially me, so I just peace it upstairs. Yay typing on a sideways itouch...<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />Sidenote: E3 tells us of the death of proper gaming again, eh? <br />Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-79679542461721284512010-05-16T21:56:00.000-07:002010-05-16T22:52:08.657-07:00A guy's use of a feminine hygenie product?Shocking title? Well, here's the less shocking story to go with it:<br />Yesterday, after an athletic program of origins I shall not name, I arrived home after an hour and a half of doing nothing interesting with a friend. Don't jump to any conclusions about that though, because it only invloved being slow cooked inside a VW Jetta while his mom went to a grocery store to buy (you guessed it) groceries. Then we went to his house and ate Pizza sticks while watching mythbusters. How does this have anything to do with my incredibly interesting albiet grammatically incorrect title? Find out in the next paragraph or so.<br /><br />Anyway, I got picked up by my dad, and ate the rest of my Pizza sticks in the car. We arrived home, and I got a text from my friend Mr. B telling me to go hang out with him and Ms. O (http://onionringsaroundtheworld.blogspot.com) for a while. I originally declined, but after being convinced by him that I didn't really have anything else to do on account of it being a weekend, I ate some food and biked over to a certain 4-way intersection that we'd designated as the meeting place. From there, we all biked to a certain well-known coffee shop. We then went to a close-by grocery store and got chips, magazines, and a bottle of Ice Tea. We then biked to a park, set down our bikes, and ran for the swings. Mr. B didn't get a swing, so he rode Ms. O's cruiser bike for a minute or so. Then I gave him my swing and rode the cruiser (cruisers are pretty cool). When I got back from the short ride to the park's baseball diamond, a bit of stuff happen. I ended up falling/getting slightly pushed onto the dirt under the swings (because the pebbles just magically seem to disappear from under swings... Hmmm) and hurting my elbow. I blew a small gasket and eventually noticed the blood. I wiped a bit of it off with some leaves while my friends threw the pebble filled Ice Tea bottle at each other. It wasn't really wiping the blood well, so I asked them if either of them had a band-aid or something similar. Ms. O gave me a "feminine hygenie product" (as polite conversation would have them called) and I put it to my bleeding elbow. It wasn't a very large wound, but the dried blood made the wound look scary (from my angle). I learned a lot about how "feminine hygenie products" work that day. <br /><br />Anyway, that's most of the story. You can stop reading if you don't care about what happened next.<br /><br />Here's what happened: we went to Mr. B's house and bounced on his trampoline after I recieved a proper band-aid to put on my elbow. Ms. O read her magazine while she recieved a lava lamp from Mr. B (who obviously no longer needed it). Eventually everyone went back home (otheb than Mr. B; who was already home) and I don't remember what else I did, but basically, feminine hygenie products can semi-useful for men too. <br />Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-29008047087239050162010-05-09T19:01:00.000-07:002010-05-09T19:27:00.979-07:00Today was a good day.I agree with whoever once said the some days are really great, some are boring, and others you could do without. Haven't heard it before? Well, that might be cause I just wrote it off the top of my head. Not literally <span style="font-style: italic;">off the top of my head</span>, but close enough to the brain to mean something.<br /><br /> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Recipe for starting a great day</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Supplies:</span><br />-Bed/Comfortable sleeping location<br />-Warmth<br />-Human Companionship<br />-Portable entertainment<br />-Duties to shirk<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Directions (Sung to the tune of </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Tik Tok</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> by Ke$ha):</span><br />1. Wake up in the morning (<span style="font-style: italic;">or whenever you normally do if you're a vampire</span>).<br />2. Go to the bathroom and use the toilet (<span style="font-style: italic;">unless you don't have one</span>).<br />3. Brush your teeth (<span style="font-style: italic;">with toothpaste; not a bottle of jack</span>).<br />4. Rinse your mouth with water (<span style="font-style: italic;">but a bottle of jack would do well here</span>).<br />5. Go back to bed (<span style="font-style: italic;">after finding your portable entertainment </span>[example: DS, PSP, a book, etc.]).<br />6. Shirk the aforementioned duties with your portable entertainment.<br />7. Ignore human companionship whilst enjoying your lovely heap of warmth.<br />8. Sprinkle lightly between 2 hours of the day.<br />9. Go back to your regular routine (<span style="font-style: italic;">after getting dressed</span>).<br /><br /> It would seem obvious that everything in the previous list was followed by me to the letter. Ignoring the bottle of jack and using plain-old tap water however, I did do most of it. I played my DS (DSi to be <span style="font-style: italic;">exact</span>). I ignored my brother while he hovered (again, not literally) over me as I played my DS. Also, when I felt that I had shirked enough responsibility for the day, I went downstairs to walk the dog, but found out I didn't have to! Can anyone spell relief in the sky in large letters made of pink and red balloons!?!<br /><br /> Later in the day, I started reading a book (the Reckoning), and went to a park with water and a beach and crabs (hmmmmm), and finished the book in about 6 hours (?). At the beach/park/crab-infested-area, I ate chicken, salad, and potatoes. The potatoes were delicious, being sure to eat the entire tin-foil cooked half I received, and I enjoyed being out in the sun after so much winter.<br />If you were to ask me to sum up this day, I would tell you <span style="font-style: italic;">(in large letters for emphasis)</span>:<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">YUM, I FINISHED A BOOK AND ATE FOOD WHILE SOAKING UP THE SUN LIKE A SPONGE THAT WAS INTO THAT SORT OF THING OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.</span></span>Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-24079099144499956032010-04-25T23:18:00.001-07:002010-04-25T23:18:51.167-07:00Got a dogMy family adopted a mix breed dog yesterday. He is named Charlie. The full story is that my mom was volunteering at the local SPCA and since dogs are family animals and need attention and walks, the volunteers have to take the dogs home every night to keep them happy. My mom brought Charlie home Friday night. Everyone in my family fell in love with him, so we adopted him. He's got a very calm personality, he loves to chase the tennis ball, and he reminds of something close to a havanese dog. <br />I'll be enjoying our newest family member's company very much.<br />Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-18628989715980046062010-04-07T21:32:00.000-07:002010-04-07T21:38:10.039-07:00Explosive finishHey. Guess what. Reading.<br /><br />Yeah. That's what I'm talking about.<br />Go read. It'll solve a lot of problems you may be facing (e.g, boredom, rejection, anger, etc).<br />Actually, it won't help with anything major, like a psychiatrist could, but you'd still get somewhere!<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />Anyway, the point is, certain types of books are very interesting, and spelling mistakes are often hard to find... <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(but I still notice them for some reason every now and then...)</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">And yet the editor should still do a better job for certain books.<br /><br />Grim out.<br /></span>Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-57778351601364633302010-02-05T22:38:00.001-08:002010-02-05T22:38:55.752-08:00Siesta-ing to the endOh hey, today my mom saw that I was tired when I was about to go deliver my newspapers, so she told me to lay down for a while. I asked if her if she could tell me when 10 minutes had passed because I needed to go do my work. She said that I should just try falling asleep. I did, and boy oh boy did I fall asleep. First came the drifty feelings. Then a one second blackout. Then I just sat there, on the comfortable couch waiting to fall asleep. After a while I asked my mom to tell me what time it was. I had started my rest at 4:00, and she told me it was 4:50. I freaked out and she told me that I actually fell asleep and was snoring for a while.<br /><br />Ps, siestas are the same as powernaps, but they sound less retarded.<br />Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-82243217023803689392010-01-31T21:51:00.001-08:002010-01-31T21:51:23.129-08:00Time is stupidIf everything went the way it should, a day would last 26 hours and the year would be longer. But it doesn't, so time flies too fast and I age like a flippant tomato (see?! Even my idioms are stupid) who thinks everyone else has it wrong. Well, they do, but that isn't the point. Time passes too fast when the brain is occupied because time is relative to the individual's experiences, meaning that the astronaut aging thing is true; yet very, very ridiculous. If all was right, and none was wrong, I'd be king o' the world and living on a mountain in a wonderfully decorated zombie bunker surrounded by zombies but filled with supplies, people, and food. Also, gas would be useless and no one would have to worry about the environment because it would take care of its damned self for once and let the common folk worry about important things, like reproduction and work. <br />Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-85345252426942769252010-01-01T10:57:00.000-08:002010-01-01T11:00:03.063-08:00The first of 2010Today is the first day of twenty-ten. We won't be seeing those cool novelty glasses with the zeroes as eyes till the year 3000, so we may as well get used to having a weird thin slit on the left eye for 9 more years.<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />I stayed up till almost three, with a party at my house. I ate food. I drank champagne (not tasty).Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-41539876331017156812009-12-23T22:53:00.001-08:002009-12-23T22:54:32.206-08:00Late, later, lateningI find it rather interesting that it is almost eleven at night and I am writing in my web journal. This is interesting because I usually try to fall asleep at this point. I am able to write away from the computer because I have discovered a really cool app for my iPod that lets me write to my account (I tried using the web browser, no luck) and I find that awesome.<br />So, I'm really wired cause I had some great homemade chocolate, but there was/ is too muh cocoa, so...<br /><br />Holy crap I'm so un-tired!<br /><br />Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-17451542142464782732009-12-20T20:33:00.000-08:002009-12-20T20:36:26.821-08:00Twenty Three Hours of FunI just had a really fun 23 hours. It started Saturday at 5pm, and it ended today at 4pm.<br />There was a party, and the boys were out-numbered by girls. I left the party at 10:47pm.<br />Then today I went to Bellingham (shopping) with my family. It was my brother and sister's first time in America. But then when we got home it all went downhill.Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-72543013395221889822009-12-14T17:10:00.001-08:002009-12-14T17:11:03.874-08:00The war is ...There is a war going on in a game I play. <span style="font-style: italic;">An official war.</span><br />The game is Team fortress 2, and it is awesome.Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-79850127598815970602009-12-09T07:12:00.000-08:002009-12-09T07:21:24.921-08:00Who cares about schedules? Not me.I've stopped caring about the set schedule of when I have to write in my <span style="font-style: italic;">journal that I don't treat as a journal</span>™. My Socialifizication skills are through the roof right now, otherwise known as +32 points right now. There's this one kid I know that's at -43, but you probably wouldn't know him, because his name starts with a 'J' and ends with... an 'E'.<br /><br />~~<br /><br />For scorn, and seven ears ago,<br />Our "FORE!" fathers set foot on the land of dreams, opportunity, and hope. Actually, scratch those last two, only dreams. It is called dreamland, and it can be visited in your dreams.<br />"In my dreams?" you may ask.<br />"Yes, in your dreams," I would reply, then I would walk away briskly to prevent further discussion with such an imbecile.<br /><br />~~<br /><br />I'm talking about dreams; which usually happen whilst a person is sleeping. Some people say they don't dream, but actually, they just don't remember when they wake up. You know the saying of <span style="font-style: italic;">'if you remember your dream 3 seconds after you wake up, you'll remember it vividly forever,'</span> Well, I just made that up, so you shouldn't remember it.<br /><br />~~<br /><br />Who invented the idea of us being able to dream? Is it just a recollection of past events thrust upon us in a new light? Am I going mad?Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-32469641215604437262009-12-06T20:07:00.000-08:002009-12-06T20:10:53.053-08:00Today is the day......of dayhoodity.<br /><br />~~<br /><br />I haven't written since the first of December. But who cares? No one actually reads this because what I write is boring because frankly I'm not expecting anyone to read it. Oh... I'm seeing the cycle now, just like how Neo can see the matrix, I too, can see... the cycle. Interesting.Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-4931959341317517392009-12-01T18:55:00.000-08:002009-12-01T18:57:44.470-08:00Boar-dumbI've just done an hour or so of math, and it was not enjoyable. Please, if math has helped you succeed at all, then don't tell me not to complain! I will flout my remaining Childhood as much as I can!Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-62405859327195891412009-11-29T19:08:00.001-08:002009-11-29T19:10:27.380-08:00High Definition: the best thing since sliced bread.My family is now part of the 21st century in the truest sense of the word. We own a proper HD TV. What fun, because we've already started finding NatGeoHD and DiscoveryHD and other similar channels to enjoy the <span style="font-style: italic;">High</span> Definition experience.<br />Mmyes, I did just try to make a 'high' joke; so what?Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-46820300577776115892009-11-24T07:08:00.000-08:002009-11-24T07:09:26.390-08:00Monday was shot at...but I missed it.<br /><a href="http://www.instantrimshot.com/">Badum Tss.</a>Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-64516327284376421262009-11-19T19:21:00.000-08:002009-11-19T19:22:27.809-08:00Tuesday was missed.Yes. I have reason to believe that tuesday was missed.<br /><br />Big whoop.Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-88338162728256822832009-11-15T07:49:00.000-08:002009-11-15T07:50:13.518-08:00[NYV]The Palmoilening<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvFFZoGR5ek">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvFFZoGR5ek</a><br /><br />If it doesn't work the first time you click, just open it up later in the day.Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-34687290726961239072009-11-11T19:35:00.000-08:002009-11-11T19:57:38.381-08:00[EGR] Fallout 3 (Nov-11-2009)So far I am delighted by this game. A minor annoyance is that you have to walk large distances between quests with few enemies in the way. That also helps you get into the feel of the game.Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-54769925692989942932009-11-11T17:00:00.000-08:002009-11-11T17:05:48.579-08:00To make up for it...I will make 3 journal entries today...<br />This is the second. So I'll make one more after.<br />~~<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Definitions of Entry names(<span style="font-style: italic;">For future ref.</span>):</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(EGR)</span>[EARLY GAME REVIEW] (You might see me do these often, they mean what I think of a game while I play it.)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(FGR)</span>[FINISHED GAME REVIEW] (Less often, because getting to the end of a game takes longer than just playing.)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(NYV)</span>[NEW YOUTUBE VIDEO] (Sometimes I post stuff on my youtube. I will provide a link for it in case you would like to see it.)<br />~~<br />Other definitions will be posted at a later time.Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-37326667239234420642009-11-11T07:30:00.000-08:002009-11-11T07:31:26.928-08:00I missed 3 days?Oh big deal. It's not like any one cares. And yes, I am posting on a day I'm not supposed to.<br /><br />HMMM??? The problem with that is nonexistent.Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-22517179043900621542009-11-03T17:21:00.000-08:002009-11-03T17:28:21.065-08:00The Unspecific.My posts have degraded from random stupidity to stupid randomnity; Seriously, it's gotten to the point where I have to ask myself..."Will people find this <span style="font-style: italic;">mentally-degrading?</span>"<br />I can't believe I'm saying this, but I feel like... well, a person who does weird stuff for attention.<br />What are they called? I can't really remember, but I'll get to it by the end of today's entry.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">*topic switches are represented by 3 consecutive ~'s from now on.* </span><br />~~~<br />So today I tried to walk home the 'cool way', but ended up just getting the sun in my eyes. Oh, frak this weather. FRAK THIS WEATHER TO HEEEEELLLLLLL (Not pronounced HEEEEELLL, but HELLLLLLLLLL).<br />On the other hand, I totally improved my socialocity by... -4.<br />If anyone knows how math works, then that means that my socialocity actually decreased by 4 ranks... or points or whatever socialocity is measured in.<br />~~~<br />I remembered what a social vacuum is called!<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">A doucheba</span>-- no, I'm just kidding, they're called Show-offs.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></span>Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097600046449615987.post-1013455465919078632009-11-02T21:53:00.000-08:002009-11-02T21:56:58.208-08:00Robots are very intriguing.<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Honestly, robots these days are either 1 or more of the following varieties.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >-Simple<br />-Scary*<br />-Realistic*<br />-Nightmare-inducing*</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*=All-in-one package!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Now, I hope that makes sense to you, but if it doesn't, then too bad for you.</span><br /></span></span>Grimvoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14623226752004668771noreply@blogger.com0