The Real 50th

Well it turns out that my last blog post was a sham - my earlier collaborator, K473z 7h3 m4gnific3n7, seemed to have forgotten to take out a draft of one of her posts, which counted into the 50 post count. Now, I've double checked, and I'm positive this is the 50th blog post written on this blog, and the 47th written by me. I'm a bit of hypocrite, because I'm always saying stuff like "what makes the 100th anniversary so important, why not 101?". The answer to that is that people like nice numbers, not ugly ones like 37. Some things that make me happy/comfort me

• Beating Evan at Super Smash Bros. Melee/Brawl
• Beating people at Guitar Hero
• Walks in the night
• Truth confidence
• Curry (aka comfort food)
• The first match in a badminton tournament, and winning the tournament (obv.)
• Being owed something
• Compliments about my hair
• Beauty's Cantata
• Pachelbel's Canon in D
• Fish puns
• Happy surprises

Some things that make me sad/depress me

• Critically acclaimed movies
• Nightwish
• Truth disappearance
• Lonely wanderings at night
• Insomnia
• Trigonometry
• The 4 am blues
• Sunrise after an all-nighter
• Loss of communication with a friend
• Others' miseries
• Waking up with less than 8 hours of sleep

Edit: Edited for simple privacy 2022/09/03

Cinquantième

Fiftieth blog post. I've come a long way. But guess what? This blog post won't be commemorative.

Si seulement la princesse au long cheveux comprenait que si le sauveur est lui même très troublé, il ne peut rien faire pour elle, car dès qu'il esseyerait d'escalader ses cheveux, il tomberait. Et si la princesse comprend cela, je ne peux rien faire d'autre que m'excuser pour le moment. Et si je me fous les pieds dans le plat en écrivant ceci, je m'en fout.

I won't check the grammar on that, but I don't think anyone will be able to call me out on it.

Happy 50th...

...

I'm so sad sometimes, I miss ________.
I miss ________ so much.

I don't even think I have much of a right to miss ________, but I do. I'm sure there are some people out there who miss ________ way more than I do, but I still miss ________.

Also sometimes I just can't stop thinking about ________. It contributes to a partial insomnia. But why does it do that? Do I obsess over things which shouldn't be so obsessive? The answer is yes, I do, not over too many things, but a few. Enough for it to be noticeable.

What happened to ________? I wonder a lot about what happened to ________, I mean I dig in my memories, and I got some highs, not many, but a few. And there was a consistent high when I was able to be around ________, I felt so special.

But ________ has parted ways with me, a little more than a month ago. I've seen ________ since then, but I know it's not the same. And still I think, what's going to happen to ________? Will anything ever happen again?

Oh gawd I hope something happens again before 9 months of my life are spent truly away from home.

I miss ________.

:C.

Amused to Death

"Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it was as though he...he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it, because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself, 'Was there something else that I could have done? And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened m... heart, if you like."
"When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?"
"Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."