Heh

So how’s it hanging?  Left, right, kinda centre?  Don’t want to talk about it because you’re a bit self concious.

I know how you feel.

Totally nothing exciting to blog about, but love blogging.  Totally.

I got drunk Friday and punched two guys

Here’s a song I did

Dear Life (AKA Universe)

If I have learnt anything from the last few hours it is that three bottles of wine is not enough to make sense of anything, in fact it actually helps things make a little less sense, like restarting a sudoku puzzle when you’ve fucked it up beyond control, you think it’s going to help you make more sense of everything but it just makes things harder. “Do you ever worry that you’re gonna become old and you’re not going to remember it?” That’s katie in the background asking me a question that she doesn’t realise I was listening to.

If I could do anything tonight, anything ever, I wouldn’t win the lottery or drink more wine (though that’s a really close second or third) I would take away the pain that somebody close to me feels and I would find a way to make their universe make sense. Life, why are you so hard to understand?

It’s a moment where you remember the past right now, where you think of every little thing you love about life, but it doesn’t help it make sense. I thought the wine would help, but it didn’t.

Do you ever get concerned about how much we waste life? If there are chocolates that look so precious that we DON’T EAT THEM what are they even existing for? Are we wasting them by not trying? Are they existing in vain because we are trying to preserve life by not eating them and therefore not living life by not eating chocolates? Katie should eat those chocolates. But I know she won’t, until the milk separates. Maybe they’re better off in the wrappers, I bet they’re not very tasty.

Thanks anyway, Life.

While I have complete control over Katie’s blog, I’d like to say, that three bottles of wine isn’t enough. Maybe four or five, but not three.

Did you ever stop to think, that the world doesn’t sleep at night? Is it any wonder we’re all so tired? I think maybe it makes sense.

Dear Katie,

I inhaled my wine,

But i’m fine,

“that rhymed”.

The rhyme is mine.

Too much wine,

not enough time,

to tell you that it’ll be

just

fine.

Man up, you ain’t that weak, liftin’ boxes all day.
You man up, have some respect.  I can’t carry anymore.
Nah, I’m fine the way I am, now hurry up.

Get up, you ain’t that tired.
Give me a reason to get up if it’s not tiredness that keeps me down.
You’re probably jus’ tired, everything’s fine.

01/07/2010 – Katie A. Thorne

What? It’s months in advance and nobody knows?  Surely “Can you work the 14th of November?” “Sorry I’m going to a birthday party”.

I think it feels more like “I haven’t made up an excuse not to go yet”

So a friend asks me to keep the 11th of August free for her birthday.  She’s lovely, but I felt offended as she was one of the people who said she wasn’t sure.

She’s going to uni this year but the 14th of November is a weekend >_<.  I MADE it a weekend so people could come.

But it’s okay, if it’s too much of a fuss for anyone to get out of their lives for my birthday.

*sigh*

I hate my birthday. ¬_¬

Gosh, I’m getting through so many tissues today.

I had a Nightwish dream last night.  I haven’t had one in years.  Basically the whole deal was Tuomas was hanging around with “everyone” (as in, a random selection of people who I don’t know or have ever associated with).  And he just kept ignoring me, or being like really nice to everyone else.  And it got on my nerves!  I was listening to my new phone (except it wasn’t my phone, it was something else), and he cut the headphone wires O_o.  So naturally, I cried and he asked how much it costed and then gave me loads of money all in five pound notes.

And I said “How did you get so many five pound notes?  They’re totally rare” (I work in a shop and we never have fivers).  And he said that that’s what they give you at the money exchange place, you just throw the euros at them and they swap it over.

And so I was looking through his wads of cash and someone I know in real life (I actually don’t remember who), was looking through his “wage slips” and figuring out how much he earnt.   And I was like “That’s SO rude”.

And I was in a Suomi (Finnish language) class.  And Tuomas was teacher O_o and this stupid girl was all like excellent at Suomi and I turned to the person next to me and said I was playing dumb because actually I’d written two songs in Finnish.  Actually only one, the other one I translated into Suomi.

The whole dream totally changed after that into something else.

I’m typing this because I actually have nobody to tell.

*Sad*

Okay, so a bit of explanation.  On Pokémon, you can trade with people over a thing called the GTS, where someone posts a Pokémon they have, and states a Pokémon they want.

When picking Pokémon you want, you pick the Pokémon, but you can also specify the level and the gender if you want.

I was looking through for some Pokémon I needed, like Totodile, and I was astounded by the idiots on there.

Someone had posted a LEVEL 1 Totodile, and wanted a LEVEL 100 Suicune.

WHO THE KNOB THINKS THEY CAN DO THAT?!

What

A

Twat…

But I thought “Oh, what an idiot, they’ll never get that”.  But then I searched for Bulbasaur, and Cubone, and even fucking Oddish.

All low levels asking for LEVEL 100′s! I mean, you’re being fucking hopeful aren’t you?  It’s bad enough to put something out and ask for something 100 times it’s level, but when you ask for Darkrai or Rayquaza you’re just being a bit of a fuck head aren’t you?

And as another aside.  Personally, I wouldn’t train up my legendary Pokémon to level 100

just

for

an

oddish.

-_-’

Marble Line is a casual game, a very clear rip off of Popcap’s “Zuma”.  I like to encourage the idea that it has been made as a college project, and as a college project I feel it would have worked well.  They’ve taken into account many things, such as the possibility that some of their viewers may be colourblind, and that all of their viewers are clearly braindead.

Zuma works well as a game, because it’s fast paced and keeps you involved, with increasing difficulty as the levels go on.  Now, Marble Line is more of a test of…well, endurance.  Endurance of the complete boredom that ensues as you listen to that annoyed “Level Completed” tune a billion times.

Luckily, I have very good endurance and willpower.

So, it’s plain to say that Marble Line and Zuma, although based around the same concept, are not the same game – so infer different strategy.  But the main point-gainer in Zuma is to make every colour doubles so as soon as you hit one BAM chain reaction!  Which is useful in Marble Line, though the scoring concept seems to be awry so I’m actually unsure of if this gains significant points.

But fuck it, they didn’t make the game very exciting, so I will!

So, to finish…

Marble Line is not a game I enjoy.  It is a game I endure for the sake of beating the scores of everyone on my friends list on Facebook.

Just to prove
that I am the King.

The above is pretty much how I would read;

“Sometimes, I’m sure my brain works completely differently.  Everyone else reads things in order.  It’s not bad, but it can be a disadvantage.”

When I was in secondary school, I always had to read.  I was in the top reading group and I didn’t like it.  When I was in year 4, they told me I was too good to read the highest level books of Biff, Chip and Kipper anymore so I always just selected animal books from the library.

Whenever I finished a book, I had to write a BOOK REPORT, on them.  What 7 year old wants to do a book report!!!

So as soon as I left primary school, I stopped reading books.  I didn’t want to analyse the storyline, I didn’t want to be looking into the character development.  I just wanted to enjoy a good book!

I didn’t stop reading altogether though, I read road signs and I read leaflets.  I read letters home to my parents.

But all of these things… you just need to scan them don’t you?  Pick out the important words.

So that’s how my brain works.  It takes the sentence, absorbs the words, and then unjumbles them in my head and then we have a literate meaning.  Not necessarily a sentence, but it makes sense.  It enables me to read small notices much faster than ordinary people! Yey!

But when it comes to real sentences…

FAIL

Where as I…

I’m very NORMAL.  I’m very very very very average.

I’m Mr. Generic.

*sigh*

I’m only so frantic because I hate the job centre.  This is nothing to do with this entry.  Let’s  try again.

I wish I had a hobby!  I don’t have any hobbies.  I like to do a lot of hobby activities, but none of them to the extent that they are my hobbies.  I want to subscribe to a hobby magazine and go to hobby events where lots of people can come and prove that I am better than them.

But tis all fail.  I do lots of hobbies, I’ve tried everything.  Art, music, crafts, knotting, gaming, modelling, collecting, clothes making, clothes design, interior design, stuffed toy making and sculpting… and probably some more.

And all of them… I’m “alright” at.  I’m not great at anything, and thus I don’t have a huge passion for anything.

So I do what every other young person does nowadays.  Avoid the world and indulge in computer games, wishing the world was like that.  Where you’re a chosen one a everything just works out.

*sigh*…

How very ordinary.