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What The Fuck?

That is the question I found myself asking today after a long game of hide and go seek. Why the **** do we have wars?

Seriously??

All the ever results from wars are:

a.) Loss of money
b.) Loss of resources
c.) Loss of life
and d.) More f***ing wars

The only answer behind it all is just a load of backhanded slaps and handkerchief whipping between politicians from different countries who have weak drunken brawls after one too many glasses of gin and tonic. Now all you conspiracy theorists can interpret my stance from that above statement anyway you wish (I’m looking at Rosie (<3) and her mother (who according to the Institute of Mal I “Luv”)) but in the long run it isn’t going to get you anywhere, and this in turn is quite similar to track running. I myself have done track running and find it rather amusing, especially when the other participants realise that after all that wasted hot air they’ve found themselves back where they started. Wow, that is an impressive metaphor on war. Hopefully then George will die of a heart attack soon as he’s been going around and around this track for sometime, and has been carefully leading America with him like the mother of person with Down’s Syndrome who will take them to events and parties but always seems to be smiling and holding their hand.

All in all wars are just warts without the t.

It’s Time To Take The Dive

Woo, it’s New Years Eve. Just got back from getting meat for tonights shin-dig at Dom’s, who knew you could get so many sausages at such a price? I wasn’t informed anyways.

While thinking about the fact it is New Year’s Eve, where everyone stays up to midnight to welcome the new year, and making foolhardy decisions of improving your life for the better, I stumbled on an important question:

Why?

It seems for some odd reason that just because we’ve added another number to calender that this somehow correlates to starting again, being fresh and new, when really the world is still as crummy as before and that dream of having the world join hands and sing “We Are The World” will have to wait till next year, or at least after the big “superpowers” get off there metophorical high-chairs and stop playing with those damn toy airplanes and soldiers and instead start messing with the blocks in the corners and actually kill this developed nations / third-world nations gap that is ever increasing.

Back on the topic, this realisation occurs on January 2nd, when people march back to their 9-5 job, and is probably the reason behind why most New Year’s Resolutions die on this day. It is interesting to look at how we not only celebrate New Year’s Day but also New Year’s Eve, as With Christmas Eve (if your that way inclined), Boxing Day, All Hallows Eve, Good Thursday (again if your that way inclined)…. why the obsession? I would like to also point out that why, in a country that has no state religion that Good Friday and Christmas Day, both Christian dates, are state holidays that everyone must observe. Isn’ the point of having no state religion is that everyone can observe their own beliefs. The Israelites down the street, trying to run a buisness, have to close on Christmas Day.

I’m going to learn how to make Ambrosia.

Being Hit Over The Head Repeatedly

I have been the victim of an avalanche of “mysterious txts” in the past 2 days, and am rather tired of them – and I truthfully don’t see the point in them. I mean, I’m not suddenly going to drop Rosie because someone who I’ve never met confesses their love to me and can’t say their name (although I can understand Mal was making a joke with that one). I am not new to this, I regularly got the txts during my years at Francis Douglas because all the people thought I was a freak and therefore an easy target to cyberbully one Sunday afternoon because they were bored. But they went away when I changed to Spotswood and there was much rejoicing on my part. But out of nowhere I have had no less than 3 people do this in the past 2 days. It is nice to think that I have secret admirers out there but really its starting to get a tad on the side of being a bit annoying and bit uncomfortable. I didn’t ask for this, I’ve just been attack randomly. I’m sorry if people think I’m weird and therefore they have the right to walk all over me but it’s the way I am and I’ve found a lot of nice people who like me because of it. So go suck a lemon and lick a doorknob. (Mal can ignore that, much love).

And since when is there a difference in definition between “Luv” and “Love”?? I’m not a connoisseur, nor was I elected as grammarian of Mr. Kibby’s 10G Social Studies class but I’m no fool when it comes to the English language. While I have my own stance on the txt speak phenomenon, and the absolute stupidity of it (how is it that in an examinations, tests of complex knowledge and understanding that people are allowed to answer tlkn lyk dis?), I can see how, especially when txt message space is limited that abbreviations can come in handy. But now we have “Luv”, which I am informed is the love shared between friends, and “Love” is reserved for family and partners.

Wtf?

EDIT: http://www.youtube.com/theroyalchannel I rofl, so so hard.

The Most Trivial List Of Mundane Facts

I have decided to start this blog again, with a new name and a new look, because like many people I do the New Year’s Resolutions thing. I’m not entirely sure why, but for some reason I stick with them and they usually have a positive effect. In 2005 I decided to learn HTML which has now led me to being competent in coding in (X)HTML, CSS, PHP and SQL. The past year (2007)’s was more an ideal of living, rather than the “I’m going to learn how to <insert skill here>” approach which is somewhat a tradition (and then the January 2nd tradition of forgetting it). I decided the Year 2007 CE would be lived with NO REGRETS. And basically I kicked ass. I changed schools because I was sick of the old one, made a huge bunch of friends, met Rosie, got named Prefect, recorded my first CD “A Fence Of Beaks” and now, today, the 29th of December 2007, it was played for the first time on the radio.

In a musician’s carrer this is a rather significant milestone so I kinda like the idea of doing my 2008 resolution of writing an online journal 2 days early and start now – it provides a starting point for what may or may not come. This blog will be less of a listing of things that happened in my life (I for the life of me can’t even remember yesterday’s dinner), and more just a random venture through my mind – as twisted and affected as it is. I have no goals set for this year, so in one way I am not going to fail this year, only succeed. I will rant and vent on here, I will write whatever pops into my head – which will often make no sense to others reading (as if there is). I seem to have a thing for writing, and I definitely have a thing for thinking – howevr I just have these intellectual conversations with myself in my head, and they never get answered or debated properly. Thats what this thing is gonna be.

20 points to the nerd who names the film the title is from.