Well...I've been busy. Went to Pineview. Had an abrupt end. I posted something about why that was so abrupt...yep. I was asked kindly to take it down. So, yep...That's about all I'm gonna post. Isn't life funny sometimes? Actually, I guess that's not all I'm going to post. I've got some stuff to say.
Don't you ever feel like life is just kinda flowing around you, but you're just watching? It's like swimming in a swift river. As you're swimming in a fast river, sometimes it feels like you're not moving. You can see that you are, either that or the shore is moving upstream... Anyway. It's kind of scary really. You know you're moving fast, but if you've just...I dunno...hit your head on the canoe you were riding in that is now twelve yards in front of you...or something random like that...anyway, you might be a little dizzy and just not notice the danger you're in. That is until a rock is sticking up off of the bottom of the river just high enough to hit you somewhere sensitive...such as on your fast moving body. I hope life doesn't ever hit you while you're moving faster than you can control. It can hurt.
I'd like everyone to know that was random. Extremely random. To the point that random, isn't really random. Spontaneous is predictable when compared to how out of the blue and unanticipatable that truly was. No, I know that was not a real word, but that's just how unanticipatable things are. You'd never expect them. So...elephants. Where'd that come from? Oh, lemme guess. You are accusing me of being crazy now. What shallow people you are. It's quite disgusting really. I thought I could trust you to be tolerant. But here you are calling me a crazy person. You should be ashamed of yourselves...
Now that I've got your disgusting and oddly slimy shame off of me...How're you? I've always wondered how my mind worked. I know I recently kinda went through a temporary "I must learn who I am!" obsession along with my odd fascination with the leftover stuff after a fire...dunno what it's called. Coals? No...Smoke? No...Fire? Way off! Anyway. I'm sure a few random people will get what I'm burning at....nvm.
Fire. Did you know that it really doesn't directly burn off of wood and such? It doesn't. The heat causes the wood to convert into a flammable gas. This gas runs out of cracks and other such things in the wood and bursts into flame. I learned that last year while doin a science fair project.
I feel like I'm writing just for the heck of it. It's as though I expect something great and wonderful to come to me. I've been typing for over an hour now...nope, just a little less. Either way. It's kinda funny though how much time I lose by obsessing over something stupid like this. I mean, it's not like some writer is going to find this and understand it and go, I like this blog, and I'll go, HECK YES! and they'll become my bud and we'll write a book and we'll get lots of money and I'll live happily ever after...that'd never happen. If you didn't follow that, I'll explain it to you. I meet a writer, end up rich...good times....
So I discovered the only few people that wanna truly hang out with me are human...kinda sad really. Bronk doesn't really want to hang with me. He just wants me to say hello and rub his belly. What a lazy dog. Daisy isn't lazy, she's just easily distracted. It's "Hello! I love you! Pet me! Love me! Play with me!" one second and "Jordon!" for the rest of the time he's over. And Jordon...he decided he'd rather spend his time in Canada than hang out with me. Speaking of running off to Canada to get away from me...I swear I know someone else who had the same idea...meh, pullin a blank. What's so great about Canada anyway? It's just got...hm...a leaf? I mean, it's not like it has cool people. You know? I bet Michael Buble or Celine Dion would back me up there...So yeah...
Random Ranting Reaching Resolution? This totally terminates the theme. Maybe more moving might make memories materialize. Nope, nothing...night!
Don't you ever feel like life is just kinda flowing around you, but you're just watching? It's like swimming in a swift river. As you're swimming in a fast river, sometimes it feels like you're not moving. You can see that you are, either that or the shore is moving upstream... Anyway. It's kind of scary really. You know you're moving fast, but if you've just...I dunno...hit your head on the canoe you were riding in that is now twelve yards in front of you...or something random like that...anyway, you might be a little dizzy and just not notice the danger you're in. That is until a rock is sticking up off of the bottom of the river just high enough to hit you somewhere sensitive...such as on your fast moving body. I hope life doesn't ever hit you while you're moving faster than you can control. It can hurt.
I'd like everyone to know that was random. Extremely random. To the point that random, isn't really random. Spontaneous is predictable when compared to how out of the blue and unanticipatable that truly was. No, I know that was not a real word, but that's just how unanticipatable things are. You'd never expect them. So...elephants. Where'd that come from? Oh, lemme guess. You are accusing me of being crazy now. What shallow people you are. It's quite disgusting really. I thought I could trust you to be tolerant. But here you are calling me a crazy person. You should be ashamed of yourselves...
Now that I've got your disgusting and oddly slimy shame off of me...How're you? I've always wondered how my mind worked. I know I recently kinda went through a temporary "I must learn who I am!" obsession along with my odd fascination with the leftover stuff after a fire...dunno what it's called. Coals? No...Smoke? No...Fire? Way off! Anyway. I'm sure a few random people will get what I'm burning at....nvm.
Fire. Did you know that it really doesn't directly burn off of wood and such? It doesn't. The heat causes the wood to convert into a flammable gas. This gas runs out of cracks and other such things in the wood and bursts into flame. I learned that last year while doin a science fair project.
I feel like I'm writing just for the heck of it. It's as though I expect something great and wonderful to come to me. I've been typing for over an hour now...nope, just a little less. Either way. It's kinda funny though how much time I lose by obsessing over something stupid like this. I mean, it's not like some writer is going to find this and understand it and go, I like this blog, and I'll go, HECK YES! and they'll become my bud and we'll write a book and we'll get lots of money and I'll live happily ever after...that'd never happen. If you didn't follow that, I'll explain it to you. I meet a writer, end up rich...good times....
So I discovered the only few people that wanna truly hang out with me are human...kinda sad really. Bronk doesn't really want to hang with me. He just wants me to say hello and rub his belly. What a lazy dog. Daisy isn't lazy, she's just easily distracted. It's "Hello! I love you! Pet me! Love me! Play with me!" one second and "Jordon!" for the rest of the time he's over. And Jordon...he decided he'd rather spend his time in Canada than hang out with me. Speaking of running off to Canada to get away from me...I swear I know someone else who had the same idea...meh, pullin a blank. What's so great about Canada anyway? It's just got...hm...a leaf? I mean, it's not like it has cool people. You know? I bet Michael Buble or Celine Dion would back me up there...So yeah...
Random Ranting Reaching Resolution? This totally terminates the theme. Maybe more moving might make memories materialize. Nope, nothing...night!
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