Patching Stuff Up

So about 2 weeks ago, I broke my laptop. I dropped it, which is always fun. AHAHAHAHAHA. I now just use my monitor and thread the screen through HDMI. I've missed out on loads of things to blog about so there's been a massive gap of activity, which, is um, kinda shit.
I feel a bit stupid about not being able to blog because there are a few slightly specific things that I've missed talking about on here, which totally sucks :(


I think I might just patch it in over some time, like recently. A few things that I can recall right now are that I've had these things going on:

-Shitty exams (FUN)
-My search for the best coffee shop (Kind of worth a whole post in itself, look out for that like tomorrow)
-BROKEN LAPTOP
-I sort of have stretched my ear a tonne more
-It's been snowing

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^This is all stuff that no one cares about, but going with the idea that this is a 'cyber diary' I am going to blog some more about them regardless. I think most of that stuff is personal and pointlessly boring, except the coffee thing, because, everyone loves coffee (if you don't you might be broken**)

**Side note**
-Get checked out for not liking coffee, you might actually be broken, or retarded (or both).

Oh last thing, I found a really good social app for mobile devices called 'Flipboard'. It combines all the social apps on your device, local news, national news, RSS from interesting magazine style companies and just interesting random shit for when you're bored, and the combined interface is awesome. -CHECK IT OUT-
http://www.flipboard.com

My Obsession With Death

My Obsession With Death

I've had an interesting few days, well like, emotionally. I think I'm hormonal lately, I'm not too sure, oh well. I've had a very weird state of mind lately and I've let social tackles get on top of me. I'm kind of worried about my growing obsession with death, and it's kind of creeping me out. After reading about the heroin story of Kurt Cobain, and Sid Vicious etc. I started to realise the seriousness of the 'dirty drug' and what getting hooked on it en tales. I looked up about the effects of it and couldn't resist the temptation of watching people inject it. From young teenage girls injecting their necks to old men on the street crying whilst pumping themselves full of this horrific drug that they have become reliant on. I later looked at an MRI scan of a man dying, watching the lights in his brain shut off, quite literally. It was strangely pleasing to be able to see someone just fading away like that, which leads to the next section of my discovery. I was intrigued about the Kurt Cobain story and looked further into it, reading his original scanned-in version of his suicide note, looking at post-mortem images of his ruined face, from the shot-gun blast that he dealt to himself. I was a little too interested in death for this short period of time, and there was something so real, so gripping and odd about seeing real things that are related to the death of a person with such relevance to the world of music. I'm sort of scared for my own health. Oh well. I blame Tumblr, Ed's Mum (for buying me the book that had about Kurt's suicidal heroin journey) and my naturally dark mind. 

By the way here's an image of Kurt Cobain's suicide note -



Terrible New Beginnings

I have to be honest, my first day of school was shit. I questioned myself about one person I care so much about, just because I work things over in my head and this person I don't think cares for me as much as I care for them. It started off well, being given a written letter from my favourite friend Ella, that was the cutest thing I've ever read. And then it saturated into a depressing day of social mis-judgement, and sharing the grief my friend had of pretty much being cheated by the same girl for the second time. I hate life right now, if you know my blog and have seen my mood chart, from that I am definately in a FUCK OFF mood.

My Life Around Beano

My Grandma bought me a legit copy of the first ever Beano with a Dennis the Menace comic strip!!! It was literally one of the best gifts I've ever received. 

I've always loved the Beano mag, and I don't even care if anyone has an opinion on it, I still love the Beano. Because I've always had an interest in the Beano, and strongly followed their views on things, I became a Dennis the Menace interpretative cartoon-like little boy. It was a fun point in my life, from the age of six to about eleven. I even had my room painted with Dennis and Gnasher with Dennis strips everywhere. It was the best thing ever, and thinking of the Beano reminds me of almost EVERYTHING about my life at the ages I read it, because I used to take my Beano's everywhere, and so that gave me a specific thing to remember about the events that were going on in my life. I love you Grandma.

The Day Out Portfolio

So me and Ed went and took a tonne of random photos of us in the chilled sunset and some skating and some stupid shit here it is.  *breathe in*

How are you feeling?

I found a great way to determine my mood and turn it into a mood I want to be in. I made a funny chart on my wall with a pen, that explains with keywords the mood that I'm in, mostly in ways that only I will understand.

So here is the chart, I'll quickly explain each one, and what they represent.

-OK
Ok really just is the average mood I find myself in about 80% of the time. It represents a balance between boredom and interest. If I want to change it I look further down the chart, and think of what will trigger my change of mood.
-HORNY
This one is pretty self explanatory, so I won't damage your mind by going into any detail.
-DUNLOP
I've always hated Dunlop as a brand, it's a cheap, tacky brand, that most likely endorses child labour for cheap production. This represents me feeling cheap, and shallow, almost worthless sometimes.
-CLUNGE
Since inbetweeners, I haven't been able to take the word clunge seriously. I even had troubles not laughing at it before, now it's even worse. I use this word as an insult now ('you clunge', 'what a clunge', 'such a clunge'). So this word is basically describing myself when I feel stupid, or immature. It can be good and it can be bad. Sometimes it's funny to let your inner child free, and snigger and phallic terms. There's always a time and a place though, of course.
-GR8
This just basically means I'm happy. Gr8 (Great) things have probably happened to make me feel this way. I like life when I feel like this. I appreciate things more, and I'm a lot more relaxed.
-FUCK OFF
This is an isolating mood, where I just want to disappear, from the world. I get like this when I fall out with someone important to me, and it's usually my Mum or close friends. It's a big 'fuck off' to the world, letting it know that I'm really not in the mood for anything that breathes, all I want is music, sleep, and a clear mind.
-DONNIE DARKO
To me, this mood is my mood of ups and downs. I'm temperamental, one minute I'm friendly, the next I'm a total dick to everyone. I feel like two different people, which is where the name comes from, because Donnie Darko is schizophrenic, and so he's not often himself.
-LOL
This mood literally means nothing. It's usually when I'm  in an un-describable mood, so it's like the blank card of moods.

That sort of went on longer than it should, oops.

Ticking Off My Resolutions for 2013

So I plan to succeed at doing all of these things this year -

- Learn uke

-Get better at drawing

-Go to more events

-Rid myself of my judge-mental ways

-Continue being veggie

-Learn Guitar

-Broaden my music library

-Be less self-centric in general