Ok, for the third time. This is my hello again... Ahoy, bonjourno, buenos dais, bonjour, bore da, ya sas.

I thought that this site was nice but it was expecting too much from me, however from looking through the other blogs I realise that this has many uses and I can do whatever I want with it. Even get things off my hearty bosoms.

There is no need to go into immense detail with my daily (not so) struggles, however this is a chance to tell you of how awfully I am doing in College. Failing in fact, and dangling on to very little. In fact I am in the library now and doing this instead of my work. I cant do my work because I havent been in an English lecture for a couple of months or so now. I am told that the Coursework to do is an article on a holiday destination. I chose Mount Fiji but I now realise that I know very little about the place, so I need some funding from the College so I can be able to continue with my work.

It's the only way.

Someone explain the money thing on here for me too.

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Well, I don’t really know anyone here so this is what may be mistaken as a belated introduction. It isn’t, I'm just talking about myself because I don’t have a therapist to do that with yet. Oh, and I love it. :)



I hate starting everything with what your name is, not a fine way to inaugurate. I mean, the name really doesn’t say much about anyone and we could go check your profile and if cared... Even slightly. I suppose it's a nice gender check, but that's a lame reason. I feel all swish when I use the word 'lame*'. It makes me feel like I am Keenan and Kel. An Americanism is probably not what it is, but that is what I shall treat it as so as to continue my somewhat magnificent fantasies of being two black men. Aaaaah here it goes!

I live in a small village, a la Wales ergo it is very important for me to type out these silly little brain dribbles in case I go sane. If you need me to expand on that, then just think about it. Yes, but that’s all you need to think about of what I have written because not even I think about it. Yes. I think I've had too much Omega 3. I'm stumbling over thoughts and falling straight into my bumbum.

I shall strive on though! It’s very interesting how the Internet works, quite ingenious. I mean, people constantly just releasing all this really private information about themselves everywhere and anywhere. You throw in everything from your bank details to how guilty you feel about being a crack whore. Hah! And there was the Government wasting all these years sending forms to you, so as to try and get into your mind set. So, with this belief in mind, you should ask yourself if anything I now say about myself is remotely truthful. Don’t hesitate on that for too long though, as it really doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter at all.

My favourite colour is green. I love the retro LSD swirlroids that are bathing my eyes right now. I like making pictures with them, you know? Sort of a dot-to-dot game. Ok, after being so enraptured with these swirlroids I think I'm just going to come here whenever I need inspiration to draw. YES, I draw as well... As well as what I hear you cry? (Yes, who wouldn’t be crying by now)? I don’t know, I can write. Loads of people cant. HAW HAW. Don’t get me wrong; I can’t actually draw that well. I've simplified my drawings to silly shapes and acid trips- creative license and all that.

I have no idea what time it is. My computer clock says nearly 4am and you guys are telling me 5:18am. SOMEONE IS LYING HERE. I think you both are. Oh well, I have nothing planned for ever so it is of little importance.
"But Invented Banana... Don’t you have DREAMS and ASPIRATIONS?" (If you weren’t thinking that then just say it aloud to make up for it)
We all have certain goals and things to achieve, but at the end of the day mine have just dredged a long behind me as some sort of Heart Monitor I show to family members, so they can smile. I mean after all, ignorance is bliss, is it not? So, I don’t know what I want to do. Most recently added to the list was 'Trophy Wife’ so like, if anyone is up for that just give me a bell (END THAT IS).

In no way can I recall what I have written about it. That’s right, this is the end. Have a nice day. Come again.











*I actually typed in 'male' the first time, Freudian slip much?

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Well, I tried publishing this about 2 minutes ago - I'm still unsure of how I managed to get lost there.

Anyway, this is something I wrote on my blog a while ago. It's merely mindless ramblins. Nothing deep or beautiful really. Just trying to fill up this space with... Me.


Ignorance is bliss. If I could start again, start life over, that's all I'd keep in mind. It is the single most important thing that dances around in my mind. That's the single sentence that fills me up with the most regret. That's the single sentence that I probably ponder over mostly. I suppose that maybe I regret most, that I know it. So yeah, if I could start over, I'd try to avoid books. Be them sci-if, history, novels, fantasy or whatever. Books increase your knowledge, even if its just your knowledge of words. Yah know, I've actually had to stupefy myself. I always used to get stupid comments in school if I used 'big words', so I just don't know (suppose its rather pretentious anyway.
I wouldn't allow myself to listen to so many beautiful musics. Music can make me (you) feel something. The Dead Kennedys (random example) makes me dislike the state of this society and abhor the government etc. There are so many songs that I love just for a feeling that they can bring up - that is just SO sublime. I love how music can do that. However, I'd rather stick to pop or something. That is just monotonous and boring so I wouldn't have these 'feelings' (unnecessary).
I wouldn't watch TV. This is quite a good one actually. There are some diamonds in the rough but I have spent just years corrupting my mind with such rubbish. I cant think of a better word. Not fully related to this, but I don't think newsreaders should get paid. I also hate how they have no feelings. Have they been asked to do that? Because that's pretty damn twisted if they have. They always look like they couldn't care less. That isn't why they shouldn't get paid, they shouldn't get paid because they are just telling us the news. Its not as if we can even be selective about it.
I'm not sure about this one but maybe I'd make myself blind. I am a very passionate girl. I float in and out of 'love' like a yoyo. Maybe if I was blind, then I wouldn't fall in love with lets say, the guy who just walked out of the pub and smiled sweetly at me or whatever. I couldn't fall in love with a sunset. I couldn't fall in love with some dude I'm talking to over MSN (probably really far away like in the US) because I couldn't even see the internet. I told somebody loved them. They have ignored me since then, it was like 6 weeks ago. Thanks for that. Seeing as I was blind, I probably wouldn't have played any computer games, which has thus resulted in far too much time on the internet. Usually not even talking about these computer games. Oh and ofcourse love at first sight wouldn't be possible. Good.

I wouldn't study hard at school. I 'd have fun and make sure everyone was my friend. Then when I was older I'd have all these great friends that I've known for years. Friends would make me so happy. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of 'friends' but the sort that Icould drop and pick up at anytime without any hesitation. I wouldn't have time to think about being career-less. Oh and without watching the news I wouldn't know about all these sad things - that would cheer me up, I'm sure.

I wouldn't ever smoke pot - you analyze and think too much. Infact, no drugs. I wouldn't even know what they are. I would be so happy. Man, I wouldn't even NEED drugs.

I would never ever see the world. I would stay put. There is no need to know about different cultures and different people - they influence who you are. I wouldn't have all these friends if I started being like other people and not them (you know, picking things up from different people). These new people might suggest a book to me or something (in Braille?).

I wouldn't have a religion. A religion is basically a set of opinions. I don't want those. I wouldn't have any knowldge in anything to make them.

I'm sorry. I don't know what this is, hardly an introduction. Just a momentary rant. I just don't like how I've turned out. I think it would be better if I was a country bumpkin, like everyone around me. They seem happier than me. I always try to look at the brightside o of what's going on with me, to look ahead and smile. Unfortunately thought sometimes I just look at right now, I reflect on the say. And then, yah know, I don't feel so great after all.

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