Insert Title A Into Title Slot B So much for the whole writing something every day. I mean, yes, today is a day, and I'm writing something, but I do not yet know what to write. I could come up with a whole tirade against Jim Davis, but frankly, I find Garfield as funny as the next person. I mean, he's a cat who doesn't like Mondays or Odie, but loves Lasagne and his blanket. What's not to find funny? (Answer is left as an exercise to the interested reader)

I suppose the problem is lack of inspiration, as I choose to write every morning between the hours of 5am (when I get up) and 6am (when the internet inexplicably cuts out). I also choose to always sit at my desk when doing it, so all I can see is a bit of a mess, and a blank wall behind that. Not much to write about there. I could turn around and write about the mess on my floor, which I intend to tidy up, but won't (that goes for both writing about it and tidying it).

Ahh well, photo time.



It's yet another image from the shores of Loch Lomond. This time a sign warning you that Ogs ould be n a lead, which is something I try to remind myself of every day. As soon as I passed this sign, I saw two posh fat ladies walking along, while their dog ran around the surrounding bushes. I had to laugh. Heh, they were fat...  ¶ 5:27 am 0 comments

  Top o' the morning to you. So, I mentioned I had a routine these days. And I do. Somehow I go to bed at 9pm and wake up at 5am, which is surprisingly refreshing. I never have anything to do before 9am, so I get about four hours in the morning to myself to just do nothing but slowly wake up. However, I shall now fill that time with posting to this blog. Huzzah!

Anyway, yes. I was out at Loch Lomond yesterday (more specifially Balloch Castle Country Park), where I had tremendous fun tramping through bushes being totally overcome with nostalgia, and accidentally climbing to the summit of a hill, which was worth it for the awesome views, but left my feet and trousers slightly muddy. But more on that in later posts. Today's post concerns a sign I happened to see in a child's play park next to a boat house on the shore.



Seriously though, what the blazes does that mean? Is that some sort of hidden code that West Dunbartonshire Council is using to brainwash our children? (Not that I have children, though I do have a 6 month old nephew, and if he's going to be brainwashed, I'm going to be the one doing it thank you very much) I think we have the right to know... If anyone has any clues, I'd be interested in hearing them. Not that anyone reads this, but someone might in the future...  ¶ 5:15 am 0 comments

  What's that? An update? Yeah, so I do still like the idea of writing something everyday, it's just I've been really lazy, and have no real routine, so I never found time to do it. Anyway, I now have a routine, so starting tomorrow, I promise to write something every day, and perhaps include a picture of some sort. As today I was out at Loch Lomond, I have included a picture I took of the loch which I find to be rather purdy...

See you tomorrow folkses

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  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

  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

  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