For lack of a better name by deadmau5 is the album today, down we go then eh?
well where to start, seems pretty pulsy I think I'll forget about grammer for now I really feel like going down a metalic hallway no doors to my left nor right just moving forward pause. walls retreating but still evident, there are things on the floor not sure what these things are though, debree maybe? Debree from what? doesn't matter I'm seeing a finish line; black void. why keep moving forward? what is forward? a wide circle track sounds good. The walls are back eh? no messy floor this time, kinda drab really. There are holes where the metal bits of wall used to be; I'd be dodging these holes if they were bigger, I don't know why I would though... the holes lead back to the circular void.
I don't like it.
Vexillology by deadmau5:
Well I think the problem with the attempt prior was that I was trying to visualize the music too much; maybe that's a type of project I can try later. For now, I just want to ramble about like usual but with the music influencing my train of thought. The emotions evoked in the music change my thought and word choices. I'm still on track 1...
I feel pretty conservative right now, it's all very structured and stable; nothing doing. So I want to be a doctor, no I don't feel like talking about that right now. I want to talk about the devision between the analytical and the creative that I've made for myself, I have a difficult time seeing myself as a creative doctor, a scientist who explores and develops his repretoire of words. I want to find a "creative doctor" someone who can eat the colours and see the sugars of anything. I don't want to sacrifice anything of myself to become something else entirely, that is my greatest fear. It's not about using big words for the sake of using big words. I learn all of the tools in my toolbox before I build a shelf. I also want a pretty shelf, nothing solely functional, I want to remember it.
On another wavelength, maybe I'll readjust, here we are. It's like deciding between cake and ice cream, we're all a little bit bi-sexual. Unless you're deathly allergic to dairy, it's a little silly to decide with such intense affirmation on whether or not you prefer ice cream over cake. "it's between you and God" they say, what the fuck does that mean? And they wonder why I learned about sex online. between the birds and the bees and the gods dogs and donkeys...they're so bloody cryptic. They metaphor things that we don't understand, and when we ask the questions that great students ask great mentors, they continue to avoid everything important and we don't know why.
I think it's important to talk about sexuality, it's such a big part of our lives and it has been in a cultural reformation for the past century.
Sort of in a brain freeze, not really thinking about anything interesting right now, just going to go on and on and on, ooo text message... excellent, my tennis racquets are ready; tennis should be fun later today, playing in the evening. ruUN ON sentence. oh golly, anywho; sorta going all over the place in a mindless run-about in that forest again, you know the one where all but one of the trees have no trunks. Just long needly branches whacking you in the face; you can't stop because you're trying to settle on a stable idea, a rock. you just keep running and running then BAM! The only tree trunk makes its presence known with a stark clunk of an acknowledgement, a grunt if you will...which bruises your face and knees. all you see is stars, something intelligable at least, the blood rushes to the back of your nose and calves. You try, then quickly refuse to weigh the bottoms of your feet to the ground, it's a nice tree trunk, is that a bird's nest? How lovely.
Sometimes I wish the stones and beetles would wave like the tops of trees. Then I remember that there is no other place that I'd rather be, and I just sit there staring at anything, it doesn't matter. The breezy branches sound just like the chain saw one hundred metres behind me. The burly beetle (burly for the sake of being burly apparently) looks and feels like the pebbles it navigates around and over.
Is it just "us and them" that you have to offer, is there nothing else inside brewing? What a sad existance, to only see what is said and not imagine what is thought.
Not long now, almost over. I wonder how much the music shapes my thought processes. I find I need to end these trains of thought with the song, kinda neat.
Hey check out the pretty colours, oooo, contrast and juxtaposition; again, nothing doing really. Just saying things, you'd might as well stop reading this. There really isn't anything left to say for now, I could just as well end it now.
But I won't, that's not how it outta be done, I must wait until the song is over. Soon....four and a half minutes, let's see what I can write in four and a half minutes. No form, not structured, no visible connections; just back of the mind odd connections.
Pajama hair in my squirming sick clogs so comfy apparently I wouldn't know the bottle is 65% full, how wonderful, still some potential I guess maybe some paper bags over cd on the ground and broken by clogs? are they clogs? I don't know, crocs? I have no idea I'm not very knowledgable in footwear. I think clogs are some kind of dancing shoe, maybe, maybe not. I do know that either crocs or clogs (I'm thinking crocs) are supposedly really comfortable. I feel the need to reitterate my lack of knowledge on this subject. If I have offended anyone then I am sorry. I will end this abruptly by the way. When the song is over and done with. It seems soon now. yes oh my goodne
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Saturday, 14 April 2012
Tao Gaede's discourse pertaining to the broad topics of philosophy and manhood
Having a philosophical discussion in a relationship signifies the trust between the participating members in that relationship. When I present my opinion to someone on something; and, evoke a topic of suspected common interest, I hope that the other person will accept each with respect. A philosopher is someone who has managed to place themself in relationships with people who will listen to their thoughts and ideas, and who will reciprocate by conveying what they too have thought about. Any discussion offers all members involved the chance to assimilate new ideas, and connect them to their own previously conceived ideas. This gives them a greater and richer perspective. But with these definitions in mind, questions naturally arise, like: Why doesn't everyone appreciate a philosophical discussion? Some people seem almost afraid to discuss anything provocative. Have they taken political correctness too far? I've seen close friends flinch when the topic of trans genders in modern society comes up, in private conversations even. What are they worried about? They know they can tell me anything, I won't betray them, I never have.
I would actually argue that deep down, everyone appreciates the benefits of having a philosophical discussion. Some people just haven't experienced what it's like to talk to someone whom they can trust to respect whatever they throw at them. I'm making assumptions here, but maybe these people had parents who would criticise any idea they had as a child, which trained them to keep their creative thoughts inside. I suppose it's no surprise then, that there are people who choose not to participate in philosophical discussions.
The cause of the problem concerning political correctness is probably similar to the previous; our society has people training themselves to ignore certain aspects of it. And when these "elephant in the room" parts of our society are brought into light, people get scared and try to ignore them because they don't know what else to do.
There you have it folks, people just need to get raised better as children and live in better societies. In the mean time however, I'm going to go to bed now and think of all the wonderful ways I could have ended this entry while somehow working in the topic of manhood.
I would actually argue that deep down, everyone appreciates the benefits of having a philosophical discussion. Some people just haven't experienced what it's like to talk to someone whom they can trust to respect whatever they throw at them. I'm making assumptions here, but maybe these people had parents who would criticise any idea they had as a child, which trained them to keep their creative thoughts inside. I suppose it's no surprise then, that there are people who choose not to participate in philosophical discussions.
The cause of the problem concerning political correctness is probably similar to the previous; our society has people training themselves to ignore certain aspects of it. And when these "elephant in the room" parts of our society are brought into light, people get scared and try to ignore them because they don't know what else to do.
There you have it folks, people just need to get raised better as children and live in better societies. In the mean time however, I'm going to go to bed now and think of all the wonderful ways I could have ended this entry while somehow working in the topic of manhood.
Thursday, 12 April 2012
Want to Spend More Time Reading My Blog? Read This!
I am currently listening to the album 'Random Album Title' by Deadmau5 and I will begin writing once I start the first track and then stop abruptly at the very last second of the final track. Now, excuse-me while I get comfortable...
It begins.
I shall begin with a simple greeting, a gesture of amiable "goodwill" yes a fitting start to a wondrous unknown forest of confusing things hitting you in the face and scratching your arms. Which way is up? does it matter? you stumble about forward and backward, what's the difference? You wander side to side, you find something familiar; but it's just a memory. Thinking thinking, you're drenched in mindful tumult. Foraging in the forest, you find something useful; but what is it? Your wits? no; but it is a thought, a subtle spec of wisdom secreted from the mind of memories. Exuding down from ideology to practical functioning.
So devoted to your eyes and ears; which is not a mistake, it's only natural. Worshipper of the prickling needles and the whirling wind, you leave no front seat vacant! Running, running in confusion, how familiar, yet you're inexperienced; how does this happen? You sit on your chairs staring at your screens, spending time and more time. Are you wise with your money? You borrow your furniture, your house, and your car; how can you be trusted with time? Perhaps the friendly screen and comfy chair is a fitting start and a fitting end for you.
A salutation, and recognition of others which whom you're speaking to; how polite! Goddamn I'm bloody cryptic, do I even know what I mean? Constantly in a tangent, a digression; how annoying it must be! Well alright then here I am, let's talk, let's discuss. Philosophy? Well sure! It's quite the broad topic though, maybe something a bit more particular.
I really can't think of anything, I'd rather just talk non-sense for the remainder of this post. I feel like I would enjoy this whole experience more if I was actually listening to the music instead of second-guessing my language and grammar.
The period at the end of this sentence will be the last form of punctuation until the end of this post.
so my eyes are off the screen no pressure no focus on grammar just words words just continuously supplying words here yes yes should be fun maybe I'll think of some big words to share with everything like tumultuous oooo that's uhhh tu mult u ous 4 syllables I think I don't know doesn't matter more words more words like phantasmagoric ooooo that's a good one I really miss punctuation I'm longing for a period or at least a comma this is really difficult this must be terribly difficult to read anyways I'm glad you're sticking with this I appreciate your indulgence. Christ, I had to do it. Alright alright, I'll use punctuation. What track am I at now? Just started 5, alrighty then; like 7 more to go and 2 are really short I think. Hang in there devoted fans!
I think I'll start answering questions.
1. yes
2. the green one with the purple propeller hat
3. ich bin berlin
4. A mole between my index finger and thumb, and a scar intersecting my fourth finger and pinkie.
I am making a video game at present. It will be called Treel (working title) and it's about an alien who arrives on a post-human earth with amnesia. He discovers the remnants of humanity and begins to make relatable connections in his brain which causes him to "remember" certain parts of his old life. Different memories surface depending on what the player does in the game and the order in which he/she does them. You could end up with a character who doesn't care about his old life and wants to make a new one on Earth. Alternately, your alien might remember very deep and emotional parts of his old life (spouse, home, etc) and desire to go back to it. You won't be forced into an outcome that doesn't make sense; because, how you play through the game affects the personality and the motivations of the character. For example, you won't feel forced to go collect a bunch of things or kill a bunch of things if that isn't what you've been doing already.
Still a ways to go, only on track 7. Oh! just started 8, fabulous. Well now what...
I have a cold, I didn't wear socks today, and I still need to put on my clean sheets. I'm looking forward to sleep tonight, I love sheet day. Gee I wish this was a bit more interesting, sorry about that. I suppose I could at least change up my sentence structures... I love variation! I could even fool around with punctuation (don't worry, I'm still going to be using it). Woah only 3 tracks to go! woooo? <---Look what I just did! pshyaw, totes bro; fkin legit. what is he talking about? this guy's weird, this blog is dumb. VALID ENQUIRIES AND COMPLAINTS, sorry about the caps; I ain't lookin' back now! Oh god here we go, this song is really good, I'm continuously getting psyched psyched psyched aaaahhhhhhh dropped... So how's the wife? On a side not. I digress. On the other hand (on the other hand? that doesn't fit here...) Off on his tangent again. Well geometry was his best subject CLEVER. I'm a clever man, I am a man, what is a man? I'm almost 19 and I still can't answer this question. My present countenance displays a perturbed expression for I currently am confronted with the reality that I still don't know what it means to be a man. Does that even matter? Probably not; but like philosophy, it is probably a broad discussion topic. Any who, 2 more tracks; gettin there! I just realised this now, that it will take far less time to read this post than it will take to write it, so all this gratefulness and hand-holding I've been giving was probably unnecessary. Oh well, it's not like it matters; I mean, who's actually going to read all of this? Bout time I pressed ENTER
TWICE
I wonder what the value of pie is
Good, and pi?
3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097
4944592307816406286208998628034825342117067
Fun.
Only 1 more song now, I'm getting tired, really tired. Maybe I'll end it off with some cryptic "mysterious" poetry, some real deep stuff.
Slapping his keyboard in casual grievance known by many, like many who doubt their existence, he lives contently regardless of this.
I see us dancing to this song together, but who is she?
The yolk of my mindful widow, such rhythm, such wonder.
Well I promised I'd end this abruptly as the song was finishing yes indeed as it was ending like a song usually commences the opposite of that which means stop just waiting for it to end soon like it just keeps going and going it won't end not that I don't like it or anything I quite enjoy it actually it's a lovely song it reminds me of the kind of sound I want in my video game which I am genuinely excited about it's wonderful to feel excited about something not that I don't feel excited about anything it's just that this is kind of new and foreign te
It begins.
I shall begin with a simple greeting, a gesture of amiable "goodwill" yes a fitting start to a wondrous unknown forest of confusing things hitting you in the face and scratching your arms. Which way is up? does it matter? you stumble about forward and backward, what's the difference? You wander side to side, you find something familiar; but it's just a memory. Thinking thinking, you're drenched in mindful tumult. Foraging in the forest, you find something useful; but what is it? Your wits? no; but it is a thought, a subtle spec of wisdom secreted from the mind of memories. Exuding down from ideology to practical functioning.
So devoted to your eyes and ears; which is not a mistake, it's only natural. Worshipper of the prickling needles and the whirling wind, you leave no front seat vacant! Running, running in confusion, how familiar, yet you're inexperienced; how does this happen? You sit on your chairs staring at your screens, spending time and more time. Are you wise with your money? You borrow your furniture, your house, and your car; how can you be trusted with time? Perhaps the friendly screen and comfy chair is a fitting start and a fitting end for you.
A salutation, and recognition of others which whom you're speaking to; how polite! Goddamn I'm bloody cryptic, do I even know what I mean? Constantly in a tangent, a digression; how annoying it must be! Well alright then here I am, let's talk, let's discuss. Philosophy? Well sure! It's quite the broad topic though, maybe something a bit more particular.
I really can't think of anything, I'd rather just talk non-sense for the remainder of this post. I feel like I would enjoy this whole experience more if I was actually listening to the music instead of second-guessing my language and grammar.
The period at the end of this sentence will be the last form of punctuation until the end of this post.
so my eyes are off the screen no pressure no focus on grammar just words words just continuously supplying words here yes yes should be fun maybe I'll think of some big words to share with everything like tumultuous oooo that's uhhh tu mult u ous 4 syllables I think I don't know doesn't matter more words more words like phantasmagoric ooooo that's a good one I really miss punctuation I'm longing for a period or at least a comma this is really difficult this must be terribly difficult to read anyways I'm glad you're sticking with this I appreciate your indulgence. Christ, I had to do it. Alright alright, I'll use punctuation. What track am I at now? Just started 5, alrighty then; like 7 more to go and 2 are really short I think. Hang in there devoted fans!
I think I'll start answering questions.
1. yes
2. the green one with the purple propeller hat
3. ich bin berlin
4. A mole between my index finger and thumb, and a scar intersecting my fourth finger and pinkie.
I am making a video game at present. It will be called Treel (working title) and it's about an alien who arrives on a post-human earth with amnesia. He discovers the remnants of humanity and begins to make relatable connections in his brain which causes him to "remember" certain parts of his old life. Different memories surface depending on what the player does in the game and the order in which he/she does them. You could end up with a character who doesn't care about his old life and wants to make a new one on Earth. Alternately, your alien might remember very deep and emotional parts of his old life (spouse, home, etc) and desire to go back to it. You won't be forced into an outcome that doesn't make sense; because, how you play through the game affects the personality and the motivations of the character. For example, you won't feel forced to go collect a bunch of things or kill a bunch of things if that isn't what you've been doing already.
Still a ways to go, only on track 7. Oh! just started 8, fabulous. Well now what...
I have a cold, I didn't wear socks today, and I still need to put on my clean sheets. I'm looking forward to sleep tonight, I love sheet day. Gee I wish this was a bit more interesting, sorry about that. I suppose I could at least change up my sentence structures... I love variation! I could even fool around with punctuation (don't worry, I'm still going to be using it). Woah only 3 tracks to go! woooo? <---Look what I just did! pshyaw, totes bro; fkin legit. what is he talking about? this guy's weird, this blog is dumb. VALID ENQUIRIES AND COMPLAINTS, sorry about the caps; I ain't lookin' back now! Oh god here we go, this song is really good, I'm continuously getting psyched psyched psyched aaaahhhhhhh dropped... So how's the wife? On a side not. I digress. On the other hand (on the other hand? that doesn't fit here...) Off on his tangent again. Well geometry was his best subject CLEVER. I'm a clever man, I am a man, what is a man? I'm almost 19 and I still can't answer this question. My present countenance displays a perturbed expression for I currently am confronted with the reality that I still don't know what it means to be a man. Does that even matter? Probably not; but like philosophy, it is probably a broad discussion topic. Any who, 2 more tracks; gettin there! I just realised this now, that it will take far less time to read this post than it will take to write it, so all this gratefulness and hand-holding I've been giving was probably unnecessary. Oh well, it's not like it matters; I mean, who's actually going to read all of this? Bout time I pressed ENTER
TWICE
I wonder what the value of pie is
Good, and pi?
3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097
4944592307816406286208998628034825342117067
Fun.
Only 1 more song now, I'm getting tired, really tired. Maybe I'll end it off with some cryptic "mysterious" poetry, some real deep stuff.
Slapping his keyboard in casual grievance known by many, like many who doubt their existence, he lives contently regardless of this.
I see us dancing to this song together, but who is she?
The yolk of my mindful widow, such rhythm, such wonder.
Well I promised I'd end this abruptly as the song was finishing yes indeed as it was ending like a song usually commences the opposite of that which means stop just waiting for it to end soon like it just keeps going and going it won't end not that I don't like it or anything I quite enjoy it actually it's a lovely song it reminds me of the kind of sound I want in my video game which I am genuinely excited about it's wonderful to feel excited about something not that I don't feel excited about anything it's just that this is kind of new and foreign te
Friday, 6 April 2012
the infinite secrets which you wisely avoid
Leagues behind you lay the infinite secrets which you wisely avoid. The window of opportunity is bigger than most are led to believe, you of course see this with your astute eye, you know when to disregard a second thought. You're a true and wise friend, you desire the sympathetic touch and sensual kiss, because these, you know I can offer. And you understand that there is a false comfort which rests with the imaginary; the gods and fairies, the ents and spirits.
How upset these people become when asked inquisitively by an outsider, an outsider who desires the secular and is unaware of the phantoms who would lead and judge her. She sees these people relentlessly grasping for the unknown even though they've already found what they're looking for. They exist in a perpetual segue as they ask the people who already know the answers to their questions.
They fear the truth that they've been given, the structure, the morals, and the judgements. It's all too perfect; but to deny it means to abandon all that they've known. A clean slate might appeal to some, but after the denial they're left with a wound which can only be mended alone. Long has the medicine been the warm milk and honey of certainty, the sweet smell, the taste so dear, the recipe for slumber.
You my friend, desire my gentle touch on your shoulder and your soaking tears on mine. You can see the stagnant flux, and the cyclic vibrations of striving for truth.
I love and respect you.
How upset these people become when asked inquisitively by an outsider, an outsider who desires the secular and is unaware of the phantoms who would lead and judge her. She sees these people relentlessly grasping for the unknown even though they've already found what they're looking for. They exist in a perpetual segue as they ask the people who already know the answers to their questions.
They fear the truth that they've been given, the structure, the morals, and the judgements. It's all too perfect; but to deny it means to abandon all that they've known. A clean slate might appeal to some, but after the denial they're left with a wound which can only be mended alone. Long has the medicine been the warm milk and honey of certainty, the sweet smell, the taste so dear, the recipe for slumber.
You my friend, desire my gentle touch on your shoulder and your soaking tears on mine. You can see the stagnant flux, and the cyclic vibrations of striving for truth.
I love and respect you.
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
On a more serious note...
I am sorry, I really have nothing to say here. I'm fresh out of ideas, and frankly, I just don't care about this blog anymore. Again I'm sorry to let down all of my adoring fans, but this was inevitable. I would now like to plug my upcoming novel titled The Fantabulous Phantasmagorical Adventures of Bob...the Alien...From the Future.
sincerely me.
May 18, 2014
Post-
Prophetic
Muse...
ANd
in
we go.
Today, I attempt to create an introduction to an anglo-saxon versification for school. I will use alliteration frequently, 4 accentuated syllables per line, and kennings. You may be wondering what kennings are.
A kenning (Old Norse: kenning, Modern Icelandic pronunciation: [cʰɛnːiŋk]) is a type of literary trope, specifically circumlocution, in the form of a compound (usually two words, often hyphenated) that employs figurative language in place of a more concrete single-word noun. Kennings are strongly associated with Old Norse and later Icelandic and Anglo-Saxon poetry. For example, Old Norse poets might replace sverð, the regular word for “sword”, with a more abstract compound such as “wound-hoe” (Egill Skallagrímsson: Höfuðlausn 8), or a genitive phrase such as randa íss “ice of shields” (Einarr Skúlason: ‘Øxarflokkr’ 9). The term kenning has been applied by modern scholars to similar figures of speech in other languages too, especially Old English.
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury is a good book.
I digress.
I'm actually looking forward to writing this "epic" because a couple of months ago, I wrote the introduction to an epic poem; so it might make this whole thing a little easier.
It starts out with a thing that is a man who is a prince ruling over some unknown land only known to him and the people he princes over; and he decides to get off his ass and walk north a few dozen kilometres. He's searching for a supposedly godlike figure called "The Mother" who resides in a motherly shack on top of a tall maternal mountain. Notice the lack of fathers, I tried to avoid the father-figure-God Connection, which is so overused and unoriginal. So yeah, no fathers; except the prince who has a son who is a father, which makes his father a grand-father who fathered a son who's looking for his mother in a shack. Wait, I have that wrong-I don't like to get stuck on particulars, all that matters is the introduction, which is really interesting, and I do not have mother issues.
-Segue-
He spat hoarsely through his nose which tickled the back of his throat soaking his moustache in mucus brushing his oily hair back fonze-like, with seedy eyes gazing at make-up and females.
www.ouchwords.blogspot.com tell your friends and enemies.
This thing is now done
Good day.
sincerely me.
May 18, 2014
Post-
Prophetic
Muse...
ANd
in
we go.
Today, I attempt to create an introduction to an anglo-saxon versification for school. I will use alliteration frequently, 4 accentuated syllables per line, and kennings. You may be wondering what kennings are.
A kenning (Old Norse: kenning, Modern Icelandic pronunciation: [cʰɛnːiŋk]) is a type of literary trope, specifically circumlocution, in the form of a compound (usually two words, often hyphenated) that employs figurative language in place of a more concrete single-word noun. Kennings are strongly associated with Old Norse and later Icelandic and Anglo-Saxon poetry. For example, Old Norse poets might replace sverð, the regular word for “sword”, with a more abstract compound such as “wound-hoe” (Egill Skallagrímsson: Höfuðlausn 8), or a genitive phrase such as randa íss “ice of shields” (Einarr Skúlason: ‘Øxarflokkr’ 9). The term kenning has been applied by modern scholars to similar figures of speech in other languages too, especially Old English.
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury is a good book.
I digress.
I'm actually looking forward to writing this "epic" because a couple of months ago, I wrote the introduction to an epic poem; so it might make this whole thing a little easier.
It starts out with a thing that is a man who is a prince ruling over some unknown land only known to him and the people he princes over; and he decides to get off his ass and walk north a few dozen kilometres. He's searching for a supposedly godlike figure called "The Mother" who resides in a motherly shack on top of a tall maternal mountain. Notice the lack of fathers, I tried to avoid the father-figure-God Connection, which is so overused and unoriginal. So yeah, no fathers; except the prince who has a son who is a father, which makes his father a grand-father who fathered a son who's looking for his mother in a shack. Wait, I have that wrong-I don't like to get stuck on particulars, all that matters is the introduction, which is really interesting, and I do not have mother issues.
-Segue-
He spat hoarsely through his nose which tickled the back of his throat soaking his moustache in mucus brushing his oily hair back fonze-like, with seedy eyes gazing at make-up and females.
www.ouchwords.blogspot.com tell your friends and enemies.
This thing is now done
Good day.
Monday, 12 March 2012
It has occured to me that the most direst of situations and quivering backlashes into obscurified oblivion twittled into souless supposition wandering aimlessly on and on and on and on to the farthest reches and the farest reaches as well, and my Dog Scruffles, will of course be joining us today.
I believe I did quite well on my biology exam. I feel as though I knew the data, of which I was regurgitating, to the highest degree. Continuity.
The Clocks sprung ahead today, most survived, casualties were inevitable.
I woke up this morning much later than usual; 'twas 11:37am when I opened my eyes, equipped my glasses, and gazed towards the clock. I felt rested, which was a feeling I had not felt in weeks, 'twas most refreshing. I had slept for 10 hours and felt like a person anew. My first action subsequent of my temporal gaze, exhibited nature of primal derivation, a desire so common and of great necessity. Hunger.
So I went downstairs and ate a bagel. it was good. put peanut butter on it.
"So delicately he articulated, a meticulous linguistic perusal of Shakespearean calibre." He flaunted ostentatiously, as he referred to the great teachings of the wise and mighty Scruffles. "An amiable fellow, whom exhibited honourable qualities like no other..." she added in mused rumination. "He'd catch any idea you through and bring it right on back to ya." a plebeian statement, contributed by a lowly commoner, who continued on..."You didn't always like what he brought back to ya, but he always made sure his work stood out from the rest."
Un paragraphe en francais peut-etre? OUI, je pense que c'est un bon idee. Un jour, il habbit une homme qui existe dans un realite exquisite. Dans cet realite, le temp reste as la maime tout l'an; il ne change pas, par-ce que il y a rien de saison. Nous ne peut pas "spring forward" ou "fall back" quand il y a rien de saison, c'est impossible!
Well I think that about wraps things up.
Good day.
The Clocks sprung ahead today, most survived, casualties were inevitable.
I woke up this morning much later than usual; 'twas 11:37am when I opened my eyes, equipped my glasses, and gazed towards the clock. I felt rested, which was a feeling I had not felt in weeks, 'twas most refreshing. I had slept for 10 hours and felt like a person anew. My first action subsequent of my temporal gaze, exhibited nature of primal derivation, a desire so common and of great necessity. Hunger.
So I went downstairs and ate a bagel. it was good. put peanut butter on it.
"So delicately he articulated, a meticulous linguistic perusal of Shakespearean calibre." He flaunted ostentatiously, as he referred to the great teachings of the wise and mighty Scruffles. "An amiable fellow, whom exhibited honourable qualities like no other..." she added in mused rumination. "He'd catch any idea you through and bring it right on back to ya." a plebeian statement, contributed by a lowly commoner, who continued on..."You didn't always like what he brought back to ya, but he always made sure his work stood out from the rest."
Un paragraphe en francais peut-etre? OUI, je pense que c'est un bon idee. Un jour, il habbit une homme qui existe dans un realite exquisite. Dans cet realite, le temp reste as la maime tout l'an; il ne change pas, par-ce que il y a rien de saison. Nous ne peut pas "spring forward" ou "fall back" quand il y a rien de saison, c'est impossible!
Well I think that about wraps things up.
Good day.
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
I have an exam tomorrow!
I am now partaking in my favourite activity, procrastination! Tomorrow morning, I have a biology exam on human anatomy...and to make this post even a little bit interesting, I will end the next 3 sentences with exclamation marks. So this exam is divided into 4 parts: the digestive system, the circulatory system, the heart, and the respiratory system! I quite enjoy biology, it has always come easy to me! I suppose I'm just really good at memorising many simple medial things! The previous biology exam I wrote, was very short and easy; so I'm not too worried about the one tomorrow. So yeah anyways, this is pretty boring...
I have been trying to re-learn french recently; I was in french immersion from kindergarten to grade 5, before I went to English in grade 6. From the experience of learning french at a young age, I have found it quite easy to rekindle my bilingual spark. I'm reading a french novel, watching french television, listening to french pod casts, and trying to write french ramblings.
It's gets a little tricky however, because I have the vocabulary of a 10 year old when it comes to linguistic scrawling and perusal in french.
Aujour'dui, j'ecrit en francais avec complete disregarde pour la grammair. Bonjour, je m'appelle Tao, je suis dix-huit ans; et demain, j'ai une examination en biology! Mes oui, vous peut etre pensez c'est tres excitent, mes en realizement c'est actuelment tres ennuyeux. Donc, ne quitte pas; parce-que je suis ici pour vous rescuer de cet situation désespéré. Je vais completer chaque phrases apres celui-ci avec des point d'exclamation! Je ne sais pas que'ce qu'il y a d'autres a dire! Mon telephone cellular est noir! Je dois etudier le biology maintenant!
well, if you had the patience to read through my pathetic attempt at bilingual communication and my boring exam tomorrow morning; then you win the opportunity to anonymously comment witty, thoughtful responses to my recent ramblomatic regurgitation.
Good day
Bon jour
I have been trying to re-learn french recently; I was in french immersion from kindergarten to grade 5, before I went to English in grade 6. From the experience of learning french at a young age, I have found it quite easy to rekindle my bilingual spark. I'm reading a french novel, watching french television, listening to french pod casts, and trying to write french ramblings.
It's gets a little tricky however, because I have the vocabulary of a 10 year old when it comes to linguistic scrawling and perusal in french.
Aujour'dui, j'ecrit en francais avec complete disregarde pour la grammair. Bonjour, je m'appelle Tao, je suis dix-huit ans; et demain, j'ai une examination en biology! Mes oui, vous peut etre pensez c'est tres excitent, mes en realizement c'est actuelment tres ennuyeux. Donc, ne quitte pas; parce-que je suis ici pour vous rescuer de cet situation désespéré. Je vais completer chaque phrases apres celui-ci avec des point d'exclamation! Je ne sais pas que'ce qu'il y a d'autres a dire! Mon telephone cellular est noir! Je dois etudier le biology maintenant!
well, if you had the patience to read through my pathetic attempt at bilingual communication and my boring exam tomorrow morning; then you win the opportunity to anonymously comment witty, thoughtful responses to my recent ramblomatic regurgitation.
Good day
Bon jour
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