I keep braking that damn promise not to blog when it's late. But that's when I get all my ideas. Otherwise I just carp on about all this... meaningless stuff. Not that anything REALLY has any meaning, but it helps if you pretend it does.

Someone's loaded a shield pointer onto this computer. I don't like it. I should find a sword pointer to load on. My desktop back home is mostly red, with cursers from a blade kit and the BG picture of Nercomancers mindscape. Note to self, open up wallpaper section for site.

As you all may have noticed, August has started. For many, I understand this is the last month of summer. For me, it is the depth of winter. A time to wear a black cape and sit on the porch, or whatever you happen to have, and think upon the people you've lost over the year and how they have made you better, either by or through their deaths. Of course, having lost no one for a good few years, staying inside with the warm smell of port wafting through the house is just as viable.

I recently had to do an oral for school (I know, it sounds bad huh?) on what I believed. Firstly, it went really badly, and I'm not just saying that to be moddest. Secondly, I discovered afterwards that I was a very unique person. Which rather surprises me, because the onething that prevents me from turning into a quivering ball of paranoid jelly is the knowledge that every one else thinkg pretty much the same way I do. If they don't, then I'm completely lost. It's not a new suggestion- I've been told I understand things better then other people, but since this just means I understand faster that's not a real problem. And I work slower, so it all evens out. While being told that there is no one quite like you is rather nice, people asking if you cause trouble by being able to out talk superiors sounds like they're implying you are, in fact, too smart. Which I know to be false, since I have trouble cooking a simple meal without burning it. I still have some trouble reading things and using the microwave- Until about half way through 'Magician', I really thought that Arutha was named Arthur. It was only when he changed his name TO Arthur that I realised it hand't always been that way. According to my book, it's not an uncommon problem. Many people only skim the information and immediately equate it with a standard they already understand, so they don't get too confused or bogged down in information. That's why reports have to be written so spaced out- so that people are inclined to scan only lines rather then paragraphs. I once burnt a microwave pastry because I thought the part where it said '10 secconds' was actually '10 minutes'. Bad bad bad bad bad.

But then I'm that sort of person. I'd be a mad genious, but I don't have the imagination or the ability to keep track of my enimies. If such exist- I don't know that I talk to enough people to have any real, honnest enimies. I might have a while ago, when there were a lot more people around me. Who knows, I'm a pretty forgetable entity. And a forgetful one.

Do any of you ever wonder about things like that? Maybe your friends thingk you mad, but what exactly is their view of madness? Or are you just honnest?

That's enough of this.

"Have you come here for forgiveness? Have you come to raise the dead? Did you come here to play jesus to the leppers in your head?"
~Carry each other, think. Same song as below.
- posted by Washi @ 3:00 pm