Words About Something

An update to combat all updates, about updating.

Hello my minions, how have we been?
I’ve gotten slack, due to lack of inspiration, time, and concentration.
My teachers should be thanked, without their help, there wouldn’t be homework this is helping procrastinate against.

So , what’s the topic for today you ask? That is a mighty fine question indeed, grasshopper.

The thing is, I have been trying for so long to figure out what to blog about, there’s just too much to say. Too few people who will care. Too many who will take offence in it. There are so many thoughts going through my head at once that I can’t just pick a topic and go for it. Nothing has been inspiring me to write like mad. So I’ve decided, while the next post gets prepared, this one shall contain all it is I’ve thought of on my way to getting to this next post. (topic withheld)

I’ve asked around for suggestions since my last post.

Daniel (and over 9000 other people): Why don’t you write something about your life? About school? About you? People will be interested in that.
Me: Daniel, the only interesting things people tell me are the kinds of things that if I posted them on my blog and they found out, I’d have hell to pay.
Daniel: Hmm… fair enough. But you have opinions on things, don’t you?
Me: Yeah but being able to say them is another issue. I can’t express them and/or choose one to write about.
Daniel: You’ll figure something out.

This is me, thinking

So I begain to think.
I began to think about what I’d like to read about.
What my life was like.
What my dreams were.
The fact that cells muliply by dividing.
How the universe has no determined centre, so it could in theory be you, any place you tread, or absolutely anywhere else.
How Kurt Cobain is just a name, with an insanely  large following to it.
The way a thunderstorm can scare people to tears, and then how their fear is infact more rational than some.
The fact that every second of every day can never be re-claimed, and the time I used considering that statement.
How for every moment there is an angle to capture it in which it could be considered as art.
How I could make some really cool t-shirts if I put my mind to it.
How I could make some really cool anything if I put my mind to it.
The way that so many things annoy the hell out of me, and I know that I’ll never be able to fix all of them.
…and much much more.

The thing is I’ve thought about so much, but I could never hold an entire blog post on each point. I thought that maybe if I’d put all the ideas in one place they might as a whole (or as a single statement) inspire someone else. Crazy, right?

My thoughts exactly

I had consulted a few unsuspecting Omegle patrons about some of these ideas. I, stupidly didn’t log any of the chats. Sorry guys, next time. I can assure you, hilarity was present.
(For those who do not know what Omegle is or why it is awesome, I shall inform in a possible blog post in the future. I think it deserves a post, IMHO.)

So anyway, time passed, and sooner or later it was the last week of school and I was in the library, sitting at the table I usually sit at, in the seat that the regulars know I like best. That’s right, hoes. I have a reserved library seat. Yeah, you wish you were me. Once I’d arrived a conversation began with the people that were present at the table, a collective of two year eights (Mia and Claire) and a year 11 (Dani), and after a while of talking about things that don’t really fit in well to this blog post, something happened.

Dani: Hey, I read your blog. I think it’s awesome.
Me: You what? Oh yeah. Hey thanks. The bastard of a thing needs to be updated. I still have no clue what to write.
Dani: So far so good. I was reading it with my boyfriend at his place. He was like “Who is this?! It’s Awesome!”
Me: Whoa, hey. Tell him thanks. Yeah. It’s okay I guess. But like I said. No idea what to write. I really want to keep it going though.
Hey Mia, any ideas?
Mia: Uh?
Me: Give me something to write about.
Mia: OH! Can you write about my tongue?!
Me: Um sure, Mia
*Writes in journal; Mention Mia’s tongue*
Dani: Wicked.

Just thinking about it now, I kind of can’t think of anything to say about Mia’s tongue. I’m sorry to dissappoint you. Technically, it’s already written about in the above dialogue. Mia’s a pretty cool chick, I don’t have a photo for you, the faithful readers, though.

A M.I.A, but not the right one. At least I don’t think so.

I don’t know much about her tongue though.

So, more time passed after that, and before I knew it, it was the holidays, and Daniel didn’t have anything better to talk to me about, yet again.

Daniel: It’s the holidays, you should post to your blog
Me: I still have nothing  to post about! I think my muse got lost in a forest or something.
Daniel: Write about how you associate colours with tastes and the like. I find that interesting.
Me: Le Bleh.

Yes, I have an odd association of things.
I associate eating orange things with being happy. I choose not to eat red things.
I associate music with colours. Moods with colours.
I associate  people with other people, nouns, feelings and objects.
I associate memories with smells and moods.
I collect things for no apparent reason, and I choose where I sit in a room/public transport tactfully.
It’s just the way I am. I don’t really take interest into it.
I’m just quite quirky, I’ve always known this. It’s a subconsious thing. I don’t really think about it much.

So that’s my update, kids!
…And as for the linguistic envolope, it shall be left in un-claimed mail for now. Mr Mangan shall be contacted, once I’m done with it.