Late, later, latening

I 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.
So, I'm really wired cause I had some great homemade chocolate, but there was/ is too muh cocoa, so...

Holy crap I'm so un-tired!

Twenty Three Hours of Fun

I just had a really fun 23 hours. It started Saturday at 5pm, and it ended today at 4pm.
There was a party, and the boys were out-numbered by girls. I left the party at 10:47pm.
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.

The war is ...

There is a war going on in a game I play. An official war.
The game is Team fortress 2, and it is awesome.

Who cares about schedules? Not me.

I've stopped caring about the set schedule of when I have to write in my journal that I don't treat as a journal™. 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'.

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For scorn, and seven ears ago,
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.
"In my dreams?" you may ask.
"Yes, in your dreams," I would reply, then I would walk away briskly to prevent further discussion with such an imbecile.

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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 'if you remember your dream 3 seconds after you wake up, you'll remember it vividly forever,' Well, I just made that up, so you shouldn't remember it.

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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?

Today is the day...

...of dayhoodity.

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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.

Boar-dumb

I'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!

High 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 High Definition experience.
Mmyes, I did just try to make a 'high' joke; so what?

Monday was shot at...

but I missed it.
Badum Tss.

Tuesday was missed.

Yes. I have reason to believe that tuesday was missed.

Big whoop.

[NYV]The Palmoilening

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvFFZoGR5ek

If it doesn't work the first time you click, just open it up later in the day.

[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.

To make up for it...

I will make 3 journal entries today...
This is the second. So I'll make one more after.
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Definitions of Entry names(For future ref.):
(EGR)[EARLY GAME REVIEW] (You might see me do these often, they mean what I think of a game while I play it.)
(FGR)[FINISHED GAME REVIEW] (Less often, because getting to the end of a game takes longer than just playing.)
(NYV)[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.)
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Other definitions will be posted at a later time.

I 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.

HMMM??? The problem with that is nonexistent.

The 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 mentally-degrading?"
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I feel like... well, a person who does weird stuff for attention.
What are they called? I can't really remember, but I'll get to it by the end of today's entry.
*topic switches are represented by 3 consecutive ~'s from now on.*
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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).
On the other hand, I totally improved my socialocity by... -4.
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.
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I remembered what a social vacuum is called!
A doucheba-- no, I'm just kidding, they're called Show-offs.

Robots are very intriguing.

Honestly, robots these days are either 1 or more of the following varieties.

-Simple
-Scary*
-Realistic*
-Nightmare-inducing*
*=All-in-one package!

Now, I hope that makes sense to you, but if it doesn't, then too bad for you.

Mass Confusion

Parent Teacher Night, and my dad talks to my teacher. Now I'm guaranteed to have no free time in high school. Thanks dad.

Shoot Shite Shizzle

I missed another day? Dear, this is bad.

But who cares? No one actually reads this blog. >_>

Awesome day.

Not that I'm gonna tell anyone what actually happened.
If you go to the school you'd know that it involves a principal, some scissors, and an old student.
PACHOW.

Yes... I did it.

So, yeah, I managed to do what I said I was going to do (For the thick ones among you, I managed to get my homework done, just so you know). Pretty cool huh? Waking up at... 6:40am, and leaving home at 7:31am, arriving at school a little later. I went to do my homework in my last-year-teacher's class (No grammar problem, it belongs to the teacher). So, yeah, I'm tired-ish; Or is it spelled "Tireded" or "Tirendt"???

Hello again I am a robot now because of the tiredocity [tired-ocity (Velocity)] in my veins.
FLOWING THRU MY VEINZ!
That was irrelevant. See yah.

Homing the workings of doom.

AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.

I forgot some homework at school.

I need to go really early tomorrow morning and work on it.

It's due tomorrow.

BAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW.

I had some sort of nagging...

Nevermind. Well, scheduled posting is so... monotonous.
But who cares, I spice it up in my head by giving myself interesting delusions about "Doing the world a favor" or "Helping the poor".

I know I'm not, and I can't. So I wont. HAH!

I've found the best addiction possible.

Small mints.
(I.E., Tic Tacs...)

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Yes, so since I have horrible breath problems, Dr. Grimvoid (Me) has prescribed me "Take 1 tic-tac every day after you eat lunch to prevent bad breath."
That was a lie, but still, this is a great, non-life-destroying addiction that I'll gladly be addicted to.
YES!

Thanks-giving-to-me!

I have such a busy day ahead of me.

Thanksgiving is so boring. URG.

School is really boring... good thing I have none today.

Addendum: I partied softly at some people's house.

Snooooree.

I MISSED A DAY.

Oh. It seems I should change my update schedule to Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, because my Wednesdays and Fridays are taken until further notice.

...

So, not much happened lately. I don't have anything to discuss today. Lates.

Notice more crap.

Wow. School.
Homework is something I'm not used to, and English is where there is an over-abundance of it.
I wish... never mind, wishing is never good. Has anyone read this yet?
Am I technically just using this to vent into the nothingness of the internet?
I'll never know if I don't advertise... hmm...
I feel so alone.

Notice I don't post on weekends.

Wow. I didn't post on the weekend. Here are the reasons why:
1. I had nothing to say.
2. I was busy.
3. I had guests over.
That is all. Yeah.

So, on the other hand, no one actually reads this blog.
Do they?
If anyone does, they should comment.

FRIED, AY?

At some point during your reading of this web journal you will notice I like to make titles that are very similar sounding to a certain word or phrase e.g., Glow-Ball War-Ming, etc.
That is all, for today was really boring.

Not critical

Yesterday's post made it sound like my arm doesn't work.
Ooh. It does. But it hurts...

I need to advertise this place.

I think I don't have anyone reading this.

ANGST!

Arm is busted (FREE VERSE POEM)

It just hurts.
Tonight, I was at a sports day program.
It was soccer.
A ball flies over my head.
I attempt to kick it, and obviously fail.
The force of me throwing up my right leg makes my left leg fly to.
I fall and land on my left arm.
Atleast that's what the witness accounts tell me.
The elbow hurts, I can't flex, pull, push or lift.
If I go to the doctor, it will be pointless.
The arm isn't broken, I can move it.
It just hurts.

This. Is. A. Revolver!

Hi. Please disregard all other "Web Journals" by me. Notice I don't call it a blog. Blog sounds stupid. Web Journal sounds stupid too, but hey, who's really here to judge? I started this journal as a creative net for the spout that is my imagination. The bathtub was becoming too clogged with potential ideas, so I had to pull the plug (Normally 'pull the plug' means kill someone if they are on life support, but here I mean make a journal to get the ideas out), and thus I set forth so many ideas that a whirl-pool was caused and everyone died.

No, they didn't actually die, but it sounds very dramatic doesn't it? How many people have actually liked any stupid movies? How many idiots have liked smart movies? Who is in between this analogy? You. The reader, that's who. Get your head out of the gutter and listen up. Trouble's a brewing and we need to stop it. Addiction is something bad. My brother tells me I'm addicted to computer. I'm not addicted, I'm addicting. Whoops, I didn't mean to make that sound so... terrifying. Well, laters, hope you check this place out soon.