"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives."
- William Dement
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Welcome to my blog. It's a bit crazy, but ain't we all?
Now..... the hard part! Navigation!!!
.o1 - Profile = About me and stuff
.o2 - Crazy little thingies = I post stuff up!!
.o3 - Tagboard = Like graffiti, but without all the paint fumes
.o4 - Links = Other people are cooler than me...
.o5 - AWESOME MUSIC = Listen to it. It's called awesome, and it's looking for you...
I.LOVE.ORANGE - Also, I'm a Spiralhead. Cos' spirals and oranges are cool.
A CLOCKWORK what?
PRO.FILE
The SPIRALHEAD.
This is what a spiralhead is defined as:
"Someone whose dreams dominates his life, until his imagination takes over all rational thought."
I'm just a ordinary spiralhead...and my world is dominated by my thoughts and dreams and wishes. Isn't that fun?
The NAME: It's unimportant.
The YEARS: 15
The CLASSIFICATION: Bipolar creative ideation spiralhead
The DEVIANTART: Meshwire
The MSN: ihateabcs@hotmail.com
- The Strokes
- The White Stripes
- The Libertines
- Gogol Bordello
- Tokyo Police Club
- Animal Collective
- The Maccabees
- Bloc Party
LIFE'S LITTLE AWESOMIES:
- Cute little things (e.g. baby squids)
- Awesome little things (e.g. oranges)
- Awesome big things (e.g. overgrown oranges)
- Not-emo people (gosh! Please don't over-dramatize your problems!)
- Bipolar people
- Homosexual people (It's a mutual thing, I swear!)
- Insanity
- Dreams
- Expressing my dreams with pen and paper
A fan of the ORANGE.
My HATES.
UNEATABLES:
- Mushrooms
- Addictive drugs
- Celery
- Mayonnaise (can't stand the stuff)
- Not-sweet desserts
- Peppers
- Raw food (Gosh! Make use of the ORANGE!)
WHITE NOISE:
- Emo music
- Rap after the 1990s
- EURO-DANCE (Kill it with fire!)
- Techno
- Trance
- Sell-outs (Finger Eleven, I'm watching you! >:()
DIRT ON YOUR EYES:
- Emo people
- Arrogance
- Sane people (who try too hard)
- Selfish assholes
- Environmental killers
- People who refuse to change
The colours will RUN.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
10:35 AM
Ow, I'm sick. :(
And my head kinda hurts too.
This sucks.
.:~ Nobody cares, except the ORANGE. ~:.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
12:04 AM
Oh, if you weren't president, you'll be an awesome stand up comedian.
I don't know why, but I feel so uneasy in my own home.
I can't do anything cohesively.
I can't eat.
Can't even sleep.
Can't stop without that racing feeling in my heart, the lightness of the head, the acting of the gag reflex.
Oh, chomp chomp chomp. Food sticks in my mouth. It feels like little pills going down down down deep down into my oesophagus.
I feel constantly nervous, like there's a part of my mind which is rotting away.
I feel it all the time.
Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!
Lying awake with my eyes wide shut, it's nice to note how black white walls can be.
God, rude.
People can be whatever they want, but I'll be broken strings and chewing gum.
I feel so uneasy. Bang! Bang!
Remember that time you were lying in bed and you had a niggling feeling that a monster was hiding behind the doors waiting to pounce on you and devour you as your parents laughed in a fit of potential irony that monsters don't exist?
Or remember that time you ODed?
Remember the second time you ODed?
Remember the word, 'fun'?
We'll pump the world full of bubbles, you and I, and together we'll rule the world - the red paint can always come later.
What does she think I like to do in my fucking holidays? GO BACK TO SCHOOL!?!?!
If I wanted to do 6 hours of work, I'd rather fucking go back to school. It's more bloody satisfying than sitting down with everything around reminding you how much fun you could possibly have been having. Well, okay so school's not that much better, but at least there's a fucking reason for school holidays.
And surprise, surprise. School is 6 hours 40 min. Add me a lunch break, and you have a fucking school syllabus.
SIX FUCKING HOURS??!?!!?!?!?
WHO THE HELL DOES THAT?!?!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh D:
And I was actually proud of myself for doing 2 fucking hours of chemistry...
P.S: I must learn to be less vulgar. ...fuck, 6 hours is bloody unreasonable...
.:~ Nobody cares, except the ORANGE. ~:.
9:33 PM
Fuck, but the whistling is bloody infectious.
It's really quite amazing.
And all this just from a- what? 30 sec cameo on Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares (a bloody good show, I might add!)...
Here's Peter, Bjorn & John's Young Folks. Song's pretty good, but damn! is the music video freaky. ("I like the drums! *pedo smile*)
If i told you things i did before told you how i used to be would you go along with someone like me if you knew my story word for word had all of my history would you go along with someone like me
i did before and had my share it didn't lead nowhere i would go along with someone like you it doesn't matter what you did who you were hanging with we could stick around and see this night through
and we don't care about the young folks talkin' 'bout the young style and we don't care about the old folks talkin' 'bout the old style too and we don't care about their own faults talkin' 'bout our own style all we care 'bout is talking talking only me and you
usually when things has gone this far people tend to disappear no one will surprise me unless you do
i can tell there's something goin' on hours seems to disappear everyone is leaving i'm still with you
it doesn't matter what we do where we are going too we can stick around and see this night through
and we don't care about the young folks talkin' 'bout the young style and we don't care about the old folks talkin' 'bout the old style too and we don't care about their own faults talkin' 'bout our own style all we care 'bout is talking talking only me and you
and we don't care about the young folks talkin' 'bout the young style and we don't care about the old folks talkin' 'bout the old style too and we don't care about their own faults talkin' 'bout our own style all we care 'bout is talking talking only me and you talking only me and you
talking only me and you talking only me and you
My gosh, that's just absolutely gorgeous. *whistles*
[DESIGNER] DancingSheep [BRUSHES] Brusheezy
[MY IMAGINATION] Thanks a lot for screwing with me, you bastard.
[MY FRIENDS] For umm....helping me (?). Though sometimes I'm not very sure of that...
[ORANGES] Without you, this world will be a horrible place.
