A Present For Kel
Well, I finally made it back on the net and so I guess a post is necessary.
The other night I wrote some things down, so I'll just chuck them in, if it doesn't flow, then I am sorry.
Change in Links.
Yes there has been a change in links. Emma has deleted her Through Amaranthine Eyes, and has Samantha deleted A Newspaper Tragedy. This is a sad loss as they were both great blogs. However Jacob has joined the blogging community at www.funzothecourtjester.blogspot.com
Its weird. When I am upset or sad or frustrated, the littlest things suddenly become the most important things in the world. That is, small insignificant things become the things tha you need done properly and perfectly otherwise it feels like the entire world is going to fall apart.
Well that’s what it is like for me. Tonight I was making my bed and usually I am the kind of person to make my bed 2 minutes before I get in it because usually I like that feel. Tonight however I decided that I wanted to make my bed properly and add a woollen blanket coz its so bloody freezing. For this to happen I also needed to get a top sheet (I hate top sheets… but that’s another story).
Anyway I spent about 20 minutes making my bed, with hospital corners and everything. It’s a perfectly made bed, and somehow I feel a little better.
Ain’t Love Grand?
I am going to tell you a story. This story involves a young man, his age is not important, all you need to know is that he is in high school still. This young man, lets, for arguments sake, call him Bert, is very into music, had only a few close friends, and often has a tough time at school due to bullying. Bert lives for the concerts he goes to most weekends, as he finds them not only entertaining, but also a gathering place for the other young people who think exactly like him. One person in particular who he found to think like him was a young lady, known only to readers as Green Jacket Girl due to the apparel she was wearing on the fated night these two met. Their eyes met during a picturesque moment when a common favourite song was playing and they continued to make eye contact throughout the night. Both of then being too shy to go up and speak to the other, they spent the majority of the evening walking past each other and making eye contact. Eventually the night ended, as most nights do, and each went their separate ways. And this, ladies and gentlemen, could have been the end of this story. And this would not be unusual, I mean, we see people every day that we know we will never ever see again… unless you are from Bute like Tate-o where, apparently, you know everyone!
Anyway, back to the tale. However Bert has some savvy and caring friends who, upon hearing Bert rant and rave about Green Jacket Girl, took it upon themselves to track her down and find out her details. Although their hometown is a fairly big place, with a population of over a million, Bert’s friends worked hard and eventually found GJG. She had also been ranting and raving to her friends about Bert. Bert and GJG met up and could barely speak to each other due to the massive amounts of butterflies having epileptic fits in their stomachs. However, they swapped digits and now are special friends.
Its Love Make It Hurt
Shout outs to Mia, Happy Birthday for Sunday, and thanks for having us all up at the farm! Twas tres cool in both senses of the word!
Tight-Arse Punk Tuesday was on Tuesday (Surprise surprise!) at The Gov. Angus and I were joined by JP, Stephanie, Ronald and Kel
Beaten By William were the first band we saw, and they were pretty good. However they were from Mt G and obviously a little Country Bumpkin-ish... The lead singer wore green board shorts and looked a little conspicuous in a crowd of black wearing punk kids.
Jonestown Syndicate were next and a serious disappointment. We kept ourselves entertained with 100% free texting. Visit Steph's Blog
for a full explanation.
Liability of My Own are a regular favourite at Tight Arse and proved why. They were awesome. Plus the guys from LoMO are just NICE. Headlining act Wendy Icon came on 5 minutes before the original finish time but were pretty good. It was a cool night, finished off with car park 'chatting' at Cory McDonalds. Cheeseburgers are so good.
Man, with all this writing I feel like I need a picture...
(Insert Thinking Music Here)
Okay so its more Waiting While I Find A Picture Music...
Okay I found something cool.
Apparently HARDCORE DANCING IS THE NEW BLACK!
According to the Urban Dictionary; Hardcore Dancing is: to go into a circle of kids wearing tight black hoodies and fight invisable ninjas. This may look dangerous, however the ninjas are invasable and also non-realistic, therefor you rarely get hit and if you do it's takin' one for the team, so get up and do some kartwheels and a spin kick. All the hardasses on the outside of the pit who claim you're a fag for being in, are fags for being out.
Sometimes it ends up like this:
But they just get up and go again. Gotta admire people who love acting like total retards!
Hehe
That's all from me. Off to see Sin City! Woop!
>Cait
The other night I wrote some things down, so I'll just chuck them in, if it doesn't flow, then I am sorry.
Change in Links.
Yes there has been a change in links. Emma has deleted her Through Amaranthine Eyes, and has Samantha deleted A Newspaper Tragedy. This is a sad loss as they were both great blogs. However Jacob has joined the blogging community at www.funzothecourtjester.blogspot.com
Its weird. When I am upset or sad or frustrated, the littlest things suddenly become the most important things in the world. That is, small insignificant things become the things tha you need done properly and perfectly otherwise it feels like the entire world is going to fall apart.
Well that’s what it is like for me. Tonight I was making my bed and usually I am the kind of person to make my bed 2 minutes before I get in it because usually I like that feel. Tonight however I decided that I wanted to make my bed properly and add a woollen blanket coz its so bloody freezing. For this to happen I also needed to get a top sheet (I hate top sheets… but that’s another story).
Anyway I spent about 20 minutes making my bed, with hospital corners and everything. It’s a perfectly made bed, and somehow I feel a little better.
Ain’t Love Grand?
I am going to tell you a story. This story involves a young man, his age is not important, all you need to know is that he is in high school still. This young man, lets, for arguments sake, call him Bert, is very into music, had only a few close friends, and often has a tough time at school due to bullying. Bert lives for the concerts he goes to most weekends, as he finds them not only entertaining, but also a gathering place for the other young people who think exactly like him. One person in particular who he found to think like him was a young lady, known only to readers as Green Jacket Girl due to the apparel she was wearing on the fated night these two met. Their eyes met during a picturesque moment when a common favourite song was playing and they continued to make eye contact throughout the night. Both of then being too shy to go up and speak to the other, they spent the majority of the evening walking past each other and making eye contact. Eventually the night ended, as most nights do, and each went their separate ways. And this, ladies and gentlemen, could have been the end of this story. And this would not be unusual, I mean, we see people every day that we know we will never ever see again… unless you are from Bute like Tate-o where, apparently, you know everyone!
Anyway, back to the tale. However Bert has some savvy and caring friends who, upon hearing Bert rant and rave about Green Jacket Girl, took it upon themselves to track her down and find out her details. Although their hometown is a fairly big place, with a population of over a million, Bert’s friends worked hard and eventually found GJG. She had also been ranting and raving to her friends about Bert. Bert and GJG met up and could barely speak to each other due to the massive amounts of butterflies having epileptic fits in their stomachs. However, they swapped digits and now are special friends.
Its Love Make It Hurt
Shout outs to Mia, Happy Birthday for Sunday, and thanks for having us all up at the farm! Twas tres cool in both senses of the word!
Tight-Arse Punk Tuesday was on Tuesday (Surprise surprise!) at The Gov. Angus and I were joined by JP, Stephanie, Ronald and Kel
Beaten By William were the first band we saw, and they were pretty good. However they were from Mt G and obviously a little Country Bumpkin-ish... The lead singer wore green board shorts and looked a little conspicuous in a crowd of black wearing punk kids.
Jonestown Syndicate were next and a serious disappointment. We kept ourselves entertained with 100% free texting. Visit Steph's Blog
for a full explanation.
Liability of My Own are a regular favourite at Tight Arse and proved why. They were awesome. Plus the guys from LoMO are just NICE. Headlining act Wendy Icon came on 5 minutes before the original finish time but were pretty good. It was a cool night, finished off with car park 'chatting' at Cory McDonalds. Cheeseburgers are so good.
Man, with all this writing I feel like I need a picture...
(Insert Thinking Music Here)
Okay so its more Waiting While I Find A Picture Music...
Okay I found something cool.
Apparently HARDCORE DANCING IS THE NEW BLACK!
According to the Urban Dictionary; Hardcore Dancing is: to go into a circle of kids wearing tight black hoodies and fight invisable ninjas. This may look dangerous, however the ninjas are invasable and also non-realistic, therefor you rarely get hit and if you do it's takin' one for the team, so get up and do some kartwheels and a spin kick. All the hardasses on the outside of the pit who claim you're a fag for being in, are fags for being out.
Sometimes it ends up like this:
But they just get up and go again. Gotta admire people who love acting like total retards!
Hehe
That's all from me. Off to see Sin City! Woop!
>Cait
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