BLEH.

Yes, it's a new post, woo woo woo...

I'm just trying to restart mah brain.

For the last little while, I've been readin' this awesome webcomic titled Wasted Talent.

http://www.wastedtalent.ca/index.php?view=370

It is hilarious, and since both my parents are Canadian civil enginneers, I understand most of the obscure enginneering jokes. (read: WTF is an Iron Ring? Oh...that.)

AAAAAAhahaha.

So everything's goin' alright here, I'm in a play.

WHEE, play.

I play Grammie, who is this old senile fart who likes to knit and be in the wrong place at the wrong time. This involves being very, very, VERY resistant to laughter, and VERY, VERY, resistant to running offstage cackling like a parrot.

If parrots cackle.

Anyway.

I've rediscovered Wilco and the Shins, and I need to download the latter's albums. For they are most amazing.

OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.

Yay for Hallowe'en, I was a crappy L.

AND I GOTS ME A BASE.

Checkitout:

'S so perty.

HURR ARGH HURR

Well, again, sorry for all of you random people out there who are wondering why the hell I don't update this blog more often. It's because I'm busy, I'm trying to finish the current chapter of How To Torture Mello that I'm working on, and I'm also trying to get reasonably good grades in my classes. This cannot be done while I'm blogging, and since I have homework...no blogging for quite a while.
Well. Yesterday my mother came home from a buisness trip, and brought me back lots of chocolate and a fancy bag and PICTURES of the EU building, which is very shiny and very fancytastic indeed. I pigged out on the chocolate, acting like Mello and probably gaining five pounds in the process. Just what I need...-sigh-
I'm being L for Hallowe'en. If you don't know who L is, he's a slouchy black-haired panda-ish detective from Death Note. He is uber awesome, likes sweets, and holds his fork funny. I have also successfully dragged Stagger Lee into my scheme, he's being Near, who is the awesome fluffy sheep of Death Note. Look up their pictures, I'm too lazy to find a link.
ALSO! I'm trying to find some stuff on The World Ends With You, I looked up the wikipedia, but it's too confusing. If anyone can decipher what exactly goes on in that game, I would be eternally grateful.
So...school's going well, nothing really shockingly amazing has happened quite yet...I'm waiting for a great big revelation to occur, but so far the only thing amazing that's happened in that category is I downloaded Takk....
It is the most awesome thing my ears have been treated to. Oh, my. You have to listen to it. Please do, support Sigur Ros, because they are one of the best bands on earth right now (excepting Led Zepplin, Rush, and the Rolling Stones...and many others) in my opinion.
While you're at it, listen to "Working Man" by Rush. One of my favorite solos of all time- Rush is amazing. Their bassist is the pinnacle of win.
So I hope I've satisfied your craving for all drabbly things, keep reading and I'll keep writing (hopefully).
Hugs and llamas,
blake.

...Regrets.

Hey everyone.


I'm sorry I haven't posted in...forever, but since there's very few people who even care about this blog, I guess it wasn't sorely missed. D:


Aaahahahaha.


So I'm sitting here, trying to think of more stuff to write in How To Torture Mello, which I forgot about for the longest time and then randomly wrote another chapter of just to please my awesome reviewers.


So now I'm stuck like some sort of evil pig.

-sigh-



So William burned me some Flaming Lips, and this makes me rather happy. Why, you ask? Because I 've been bothering him about it for, what, the last couple of weeks? Jeez, the boy needs reminders.

WHICH REMINDS ME.

I have to burn some Sigur Ros for Will.

School sucks, but it's alright since I get to see everyone.

SCHOOL is the SUXORS.

Uggghh... school. Damn, I really didn't want to go, but I somehow got up against my will, creaked my way over to the bus stop, and lived through the day in one of the weirdest ensambles I've ever worn. Do NOT expect me to wear that again. Ever. Again. In. My. Life.

Ugh.

It sucks...'cos by fourth period, I think it's time to leave but no, we have 3 more classes to go to. And I have Algebra II EVERY SINGLE FRIGGIN' DAY.

AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!

>.<

It sucks. Majorly.

Moar Pictures.

This is (from left to right) Caroline, me, and Jamesey acting like complete idiots while posing on a bike.

I'm not sure what the heck I'm doing here, but obviously I'm very, very happy about something.
Or the sugar in the cake got to me. Who knows?!