Yes, this blog is dead. My writing ran out of steam, suffice to say.
If anyone if bothered about this blog’s existence then please comment. If only 1 or 2 respnd it maybe enough to change my mind. But I probably won’t keep this blog.
And if anyone out there did enjoy this blog, thanks for reading. This has been an interesting learning exprience. But my life is not memorable, interesting, funny, sad, famous, ridiculous enough to warrant a entire blog being written about it. Maybe no-one’s does, I don’t read personal blogs, and I don’t know anyone who does. C for writing, F for subject matter.
Anyhow, comment if you want to see me on the blogosphere again.
I used to get annoyed when my mother said that girls mature quicker than boys; it sounds so much like an irritating generalisation, especially when you have grown up in this politically correct climate where everyone is exactly the same, apparently. But it’s so true, unfortunately. Well, I say unfortunately – it does not actually matter, generally. But it is a pain in the neck, and I automatically find a lot of boys my age repulsive when there, in fact, is nothing wrong with them. If this carries over to college I’ll never get a boyfriend. Bah, I wish I was straight. Then I could have a girlfriend who is attracted to me and would not really be attracted to anyway. Life is full of disappointments.
Teenage boys are cunts. Really. In large groups, I feel like if you chucked a piece of raw meat in they would start gnawing at it. They play-fight, they shout, they hide any intelligence they may have and feel compelled to act like cunts.
Wahey is a taunt, which were taunts are not needed. It’s the sound of death. It’s just when apparently you feel humiliated when you don’t. Why should I? If you throw a ball at me, you’re the idiot, not myself. Why do teenage boys think they are so clever and funny when they’re not? It’s ridiculous really, like a social disease.
That was incoherent, written over several days. But oh well. I’ll post it anyhow. Might post a better version later on this week.
OMG THE ABSOLUTE PAIN AND SUFFERING I WANT TO DIE IVE BEEN RCKROLLED SADFACE SADFACE SADFACE
Is that what you are thinking? Then you are a moron. This singer just isn’t that bad. Actually, I quite like this song. There even is a fucking internet phenomenon revolving around tricking people into watching that video, so that presumably the victim feels a great deal of pain. Then the prankster laughs at all the comments calling them a moron and feel satisfied of their successful prank. No, dear, your prank sucks, and makes you look stupid. Rick Astley, the singer in this video, by the by, is far superior to you. Soz.
Yes, this review is bulleted, but for some reason it’s easier to write blog posts like this. Please, mock me if this makes me look rubbish.
Atomsphir is a platformer starring Genericguyinagreentshirtwiththegame’sloganonit (oh sorry, ‘Cameron’) with no plot or included levels, instead relying on it’s level editor as it’s draw.
The level editor is pretty good, luckily. You can build a level quite quickly, if you know what you are doing. My only complaints are that some of the elements are poorly implemented, such as the camera control and the properties selection, which requires you to select the block using a special tool – and if you place the same block afterwards it uses the block’s original setting. This can be a major pain in the bumhole. Continue Reading »
I have sleep problems. I stay up, for various reasons, till half 1 or 2. It’s not great, I want to have a normal sleep pattern where get to bed at a reasonable time and then wake up, say, before the afternoon? That would be nice. And I’m have to try and make it happen. Also I need to make sure I actually go to sleep, without getting miserable about something that happened ages ago/itchy etc. Somehow.
Anyway, an hour in to my attempted sleep and my mum comes in. I was coughing and sneezing and she offered me a drink. That was nice of her, I thought. Yay, a break from the torture of trying to get to sleep and itching. Yes, a ‘break’.
I’m sure most, if not all of you use some form of instant messaging program. And you know what I hate? People who just say ‘Hello’, and then ‘How are you?’, and then leave it. They expect you to start a conversation for you. But, not, you started the discussion, you at least get it to the point where you can respond to something interesting. An opinion, what happened to you today (preferably not what you have had on your toast), the news, something worth discussing.
Far by the most annoying instances of this are where you have a stream of questions, and then the other person stops. I mean, okay, thanks for talking to me, but please, can’t you say something meaningful? Please?
And why do these annoying messages come at the worst possible time?
Everything is discounted, but some publishers have decided to only slash 10% off their games, making the discounts insignificant. However, there are some great deals and it is definitely worth a look – it ends on January the 2nd.
I don’t have anything fulfilling/interesting/sexy to do.
Isn’t it odd? There’s no word for it. The time in some teenager’s life when they are waiting to get out of school, and have no actual life to speak of until they leave school and meet interesting people and so on and so forth. I hereby name this the something something crisis.
The blogging book I own has told me nothing useful about the creating or writing blogs. Haha, I’m a whistleblower. Except virtually no-one reads this blog. Dang. Anyway, spend your precious six quid on porn. Think of the fun you could have with that.
I hate how my blog view are dictated by how much I post on GYUK. Especially when that forum gets boring.
My best friend has no taste in comedy, liking the latest Christmas episode of The Royale Family. Still, he has bad taste in plenty of things. (That previous statement scares me. And I’m sure it’ll scare him when I show him this blog post. Dang, I broke the Delete key on my keyboard. Or I lied to make a bad joke. Your choice.)
Yay, I didn’t make this blog post at the crack of dawn. Something to be happy about.
First, an important note. About me, because I am the most important person in this world. Fact. For Christmas I got a stupid Star Trek mug that is chipped from eBay, 3 books, one which I won’t read, one that I’ll read for two minutes, and one that I’ll cherish forever (Is It Just Me Or Is Everything Shit?), which I find strangely ironic for some reason. If this irony was in physical male form I’d probably have a one night stand and be unable to look him in the eye afterward.
And, of course, a shitload of sweets so I can lose whatever figure I had.
Christmas is depressing, I knew it was going to be a disappointment. And it was. Cold turkey, boredom, and as for the fucking Doctor Who…
It’s Christmas Day, so it’s only fair that I make a post which is Christmassy, but of course, being the unsatisfied git that I am, I can only think of the tat my mother has bought me that whilst being fun for about five minutes, eventually joins my collection of junk (mainly magazines) which I have still not removed. (I do appreciate her and always thank her for it, but that’s the truth I’m afraid.)
1. Some friends that come to me when they need help and that I can go to too.
I don’t have many friends, but the ones that I do have aren’t really that close to me. My best friend who I felt used to be like that with me a little now likes to hang around, to put nicely, people who perhaps aren’t that mature or intelligent, and have a few behavioural issues. Now, although I happy to be nice and respect them, I can’t handle my free time with them. So me and my friend have drifted apart a bit.
I'm a 16 year old who lives in England, and I'm finishing my GCSEs. I like playing endless computer games, going on the internet, and so on and so forth. I have a few friends but would like to like more people. And I'm gay.
