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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Another tired post
I've been doing a lot of thinking recently, because there really isn't much else to do at work, other than ogle the girls in the manual mailing department. Unfortunately, that department has relocated from just beside my machine to a room with no windows on my side. That just leaves thinking and clock watching. Clock watching is not a good way to see eight hours pass. And unfortunately, with my brain, thinking doesn't work well either. It seems to be the same thoughts over and over. "Why did they have to move the girls?", "I wonder what I'll post about tonight", "Man, Phil Collins really is the most evil human being in the world ever", "Why did they have to move the girls?", "Wooh, lunchtime" (At four in the morning), "Why did they have to move the girls?" and so on.
Today though, much thinking was an excited look towards moving back away from the doldrums of sending out junk mail in Perth, to a happy student life in Glasgow in a nice spiffy new flat. Wouldn't it be great if I died the day before I was supposed to move? ¶ 1:19 am 0 comments
Today though, much thinking was an excited look towards moving back away from the doldrums of sending out junk mail in Perth, to a happy student life in Glasgow in a nice spiffy new flat. Wouldn't it be great if I died the day before I was supposed to move? ¶ 1:19 am 0 comments
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Post 2: The Obligation
I don't want to say country folk are a bit thick, but today I saw a sign saying "Countryside fair - 3th and 4th September". Hoiyohh. True story. I nearly fell off my bike when I read it. I also nearly fell off my bike when I hit the pavement at a bad angle. But you know what, my falling off a bike isn't particularly funny, unless you're there to see it. And as it was night time, nobody saw it, I hope.
Man, that started off with me turning an actual event into an awful joke, and then it got really boring and uninteresting. Sure, nobody reads this (hooray, whining at my lack of readership two days into my unpublicised blog. Go me), but I feel like I have an obligation to make this somewhat interesting.
Unfortunately, my brain is empty. Not literally, there's lots of things in there, brain cells, blood, thoughts about girls being naked. Mostly the latter of the three. But figuratively, I cannot think of anything interesting to say today. I could whine about how today was rather warm, and I had to use a lot of deodorant, but then this would be like all those blogs where people talk about stuff nobody cares about: "2day aaron a i went 2 da shops, lol! we bot fags, bt im 15. rofl!" Nobody wants that, least of all aaron. He doesn't even smoke. Also, I'm 19, know how to spell, don't smoke, and don't even know an Aaron. Well, apart from my little brother's friend. I wonder if he smokes... ¶ 12:54 am 0 comments
Man, that started off with me turning an actual event into an awful joke, and then it got really boring and uninteresting. Sure, nobody reads this (hooray, whining at my lack of readership two days into my unpublicised blog. Go me), but I feel like I have an obligation to make this somewhat interesting.
Unfortunately, my brain is empty. Not literally, there's lots of things in there, brain cells, blood, thoughts about girls being naked. Mostly the latter of the three. But figuratively, I cannot think of anything interesting to say today. I could whine about how today was rather warm, and I had to use a lot of deodorant, but then this would be like all those blogs where people talk about stuff nobody cares about: "2day aaron a i went 2 da shops, lol! we bot fags, bt im 15. rofl!" Nobody wants that, least of all aaron. He doesn't even smoke. Also, I'm 19, know how to spell, don't smoke, and don't even know an Aaron. Well, apart from my little brother's friend. I wonder if he smokes... ¶ 12:54 am 0 comments
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Time for a fresh start.
Y'know, I kinda gave up on having a blog thing, then I realised that I didn't particularly want anyone reading my innermost private thoughts, so I deleted all the posts I made previously, including that one about the squirrel which I DIDN'T MOLEST, SO STOP ACCUSING ME.
Anyway, I still want to write something every day, just because I know that practise is the only way to improve my writing skills. I mean, I can write this just now and think "heh, squirrels," but when I come back to it in a few weeks time, I'll go "wow, that's rubbish." This isn't particularly great, especially when there is an option to delete posts. I'll try not to, because it can be interesting going through old things and thinking "wow, that's rubbish, but did I really write that? I do like that one bit," such as in that one story I wroted called Rambling Bull, where suddenly it goes:
"It's a frog!!" he yelled. "No! It's a hippo!!" I screamed in return. Later we were disappointed to find that it was a "frippo".
completely without warning. I still find that sort of hilarious. Mostly the second line these days though. The rest of that story though, rubbish, except maybe that line about swiss cheese that I probably stole from someone. Anyway, the point is that I must write something everyday, and I must try not to have it just be some random post about how today was spent doing nothing, or folding 49,000 sheets of paper (both common occurences in my life), but perhaps some deep internal searching, or even just a short story that pops into my head while I'm logged into Blogger.
We'll see. Well, I will, because I still don't plan on telling anyone about the blog thing, so nobody is reading this thing... ¶ 11:32 pm 0 comments
Anyway, I still want to write something every day, just because I know that practise is the only way to improve my writing skills. I mean, I can write this just now and think "heh, squirrels," but when I come back to it in a few weeks time, I'll go "wow, that's rubbish." This isn't particularly great, especially when there is an option to delete posts. I'll try not to, because it can be interesting going through old things and thinking "wow, that's rubbish, but did I really write that? I do like that one bit," such as in that one story I wroted called Rambling Bull, where suddenly it goes:
"It's a frog!!" he yelled. "No! It's a hippo!!" I screamed in return. Later we were disappointed to find that it was a "frippo".
completely without warning. I still find that sort of hilarious. Mostly the second line these days though. The rest of that story though, rubbish, except maybe that line about swiss cheese that I probably stole from someone. Anyway, the point is that I must write something everyday, and I must try not to have it just be some random post about how today was spent doing nothing, or folding 49,000 sheets of paper (both common occurences in my life), but perhaps some deep internal searching, or even just a short story that pops into my head while I'm logged into Blogger.
We'll see. Well, I will, because I still don't plan on telling anyone about the blog thing, so nobody is reading this thing... ¶ 11:32 pm 0 comments
