Between Us

So, most of the time I've been writing blogs, I've been writing it for an audience. But I've come to realize that people don't reallllyyyy care about what you have to say unless it's funny or brings new ideas and stuff. Sure, I like getting comments, but hey that's where it ends.

That's right, I've come to realize that this blog is written mostly for me. Where I write down things that might be useful somehow. Anyway.

I just found my ol' Gameboy SP. Interestingly enough, it was still fully charged from the last time I charged it a few months ago. And I made a new Pokemon BLUE profile. And I picked Squirtle because, well, Pokemon Blue is allll about Blastoise. I'm in Vermillion city now, just beat Lt. Surge! Lolz! Sweet. It was tuff and all because I mostly have bird pokemon and Squirtle. But I busted out Clefairy and slept them to death. It was sweet.

Badminton season has started! Oh man, this is MY year. OFSAA or bust.
Edit 2011/09/30: ^Edited to not come off nearly as arrogant.

I'll be seeing a live Trance set soon, because I'm in the mood for one. More info to come fer sherr.

Shiat I've got some Spanish quiz and English presentation tomorrow, so I should go sleep and all. Or finish leveling Farfetch'd ><. Oh, and to that one person, I haven't forgotten you eh! Yeah, you. You know who you are. No one else will get it. Except you. In fact, this sentence might as well not exist as it makes zero sense to anyone else. Which is cool, like a secret code. But I don't think you'll read this anyway. This is Kaleidoughscope, reminding you that Rock and Roll ain't noise pollution.

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Learning to fly

"There's no sensation to compare with this Suspended animation, A state of bliss"

Well, yes, from A Momentary Lapse of Reason by Pink Floyd. An aptly chosen quote, because there IS in fact a sensation to compare with this. It's like getting punched softly in the stomach over and over and over again. A state of bliss? HA. Anything but. This state of lying on the couch watching stupid Drew Carey'd Price is Right episodes is NOT a state of bliss, let me tell you. And yeah, I just verbed a proper noun. Omigosh now I verbed a noun. But hey, my perfect grammar can be moved aside for now, there are more pressing matters.

So I'm sick and all. Nothing drastic, and though many of you consider me to be the little boy who cried wolf now (weeks and weeks of school missed, I blame psychological troubles), you'll be happy to know I have been having horribly dull and boring days. It's wake up, go sleep downstairs, tv, go sleep again. Over and over again. Even blogging isn't something comparable to the boredom that is this sickness.

But hey, someone managed to make my blogging exciting! That's right, I've gotten my FIRST hate mail! I am flattered. If you, an avid reader I'm sure, is the hate-mailer, you should enjoy your crappy sense of fame in this paragraph. But for next time: Try and make your insults more than a long string of various slang words taken off urbandictionary.com. It'll be way more exciting, I might even write more than a paragraph about your clever ability to insult my ten minutes worth of writing!

Well, that's all folks!

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