booty! (teh pirate kind that be)

New link! That's right I have a new link up. It's a webcomic (what else) called Boussole and its genious...and gorgeous. Ya so go read it right now! It's filled with piratey goodness!! Yarr!
But now I have to go and die on my bed plesantly
....or attack my right big-toenail....

Believe we'll come to see in harmony

I think that you never understand how important something is until you've lost it. That applies to so many things, I'm sure. Not to be sentimental or anything like that, I'm incredibly repulsed by sentimentalism. Regardless of if it's bad or not, I don't know what it is, it just puts me off incredibly. But I'm tired of having nothing to do. And of course, you being the avid reader of my posts that you are :P, you know what that really means to me.
Top 5 best theoretical concerts (at the moment of course)
1. The Beatles sometime in 69 or 70 during the Abbey Road and Let It Be sessions either outside in backyard or inside a little studio, like the one on Abbey Road for instance, but not during a recording just during a jam. (this one will always be first on this list)
2. Coldplay in a small pub in England some place before Rush of Blood but *just* before so they would throw in one or two of those songs that they would be "still working on"
3. Weezer either right after Pinkerton or before at some sort of normal venue, usual concertness.
4. The Strokes set up in the corner of a smoky pub (not that I smoke or like smoke but for some reason it should be smoky) before they hit it big in America playing stuff from Is This It?
and then hmm.... 5.
I have to make it a throw away at the moment because I'm not sure of what I would want to see after all these others but as of right now I'd like to see Carina Round play, practically anywhere.
Dammit, I want people to play music with!

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you may need this to read this post...
http://www.nickciske.com/tools/binary.php
oh and be sure not to include all the hard returns, I had to include them otherwise the post would be off the screen.
Have fun! *evil smile*

sipping your caffiene alone

I don't think there are many people who actually understand what the point of activity is. Bowling is not the point of bowling, nor is mini-golf, watching movies, going to coffee shops, or even going to a park. Although there is always...ok well mostly something in each of the activities (I say mostly because of things like clubs or other such nonsense) but the main point of an activity is *not* the activity. It is in fact the social aspect of it. Think about it the next time you go to a coffee shop, bowl, mini-golf, whatever it is you're doing outside your home. If you do it alone, think even harder about it. There is no satisfaction to bowling alone. There is no satisfaction to walking alone. There is no satisfaction to drinking coffee alone!! The absolute and obvious point is that we are social creatures and our entire purpose of being outside our homes revolves around being sociable. Unfortunately, as I started this post with, I don't think many people understand this. Suggestions of what to do are not brought up with the expectation of conversation or sociablitiy, more with the expectation of something to entertain all the people involved in the party and to keep from conversation having to be done. Which is against the point of activity in the first place!!! Bah, I'm frustrated with this society now.
I'm going to move to England! Ha!
Of course, it's not really going to be any better over there...
But that's beside the point!
Ok moving on, www.carinaround.com has a new video up for Let It Fall and oh my goodness I can't wait til I'm in England and will be able to buy this record. It's absolutely marvelous.
Besides that there's not much new...oh! I made up a new song but that isn't really that interesting. I would post the tabs for it but I'm afraid that if I do that it'll get stolen, not that it's that good, but that I'm paranoid.
Ok so in other news did you hear about the sinkhole in Mass that nearly swallowed a pregnant lady? Funny stuff.
Well that's about it, I'm in the mood to just start babbling off nonsense, and listening to facking aweseom music in japanese doesn't help. (I'm talking about The Pillows who you must instantly look up and listen to)
So I will leave this post as it is and go chat or just randomly type nonsense...maybe even a poem!
adieu

so sleepy

Bah, what can I say? I'm tired and getting lazy right now. Tomorrow I'm going to have to pack pack pack like I have been. And plus this posting thing is bothering me because I am supposed to have a setting that automatically changes the text and it's colour and size and all but it's not working. I'm too frustrated and tired to bother with posting.
Meh...later maybe

i lied

Ok, ok, I know I said I was going to sleep but I got caught up in a linking journey through more webcomics. Found some absolutely great ones. Check out Orneryboy and Return to Sender and this other one called...um... a softer life...or something. But ya have fun with those. I really do have to sleep now.
*edit at 2:23 AM* the one I couldn't remember is http://asofterworld.com

ooo

Wow, I know, I know. It's been forever since I last posted. I just have been getting bored with the whole "oo wow i have my own website!!!11" thing. And plus I've been in Massachusets for the last few days. Although that's not really an excuse. Oh, and what with having to pack everything up. Ah well, no matter. It's time for me to stop making excuses and get back to posting often. But right now I have to go to sleep. I would stay up and chat but the person I was chatting with mysteriously dissapeared without warning....
Well, anyway. There's a new webcomic up in my little link section. Check it out, it's called "Wigu" and it may contain one of the best characters yet. Topato is hilarious. So anyway have fun with that...oh and all the other webcomics for that matter. They are really great. Unforunately some of the webcomics I like don't have link buttons on their site so not all the ones I like are actually there. But no worries, just look in the link sections of any of the webcomics that *are* on my site and you'll find plenty more.
So right...sleep....right....
bah oh well.
Goodnight all.

pack pack pack

Bah, I am frustrated.  I am packing away and suddenly I run out of boxes.  Infuriating.  I still have an entire wall of books to pack, let alone the random personal items I have still lying around.  I think I will get more boxes from our downstairs storage and fill those up.  I don't like to have to be stopped in the middle of something like this because I know that it will be a long time before I am up to packing again.  So, hopefully, tonight I can get a chance to pack more.  Hopefully...

odd randomosity

Yup, another one.  This one was *very* odd.  Much I can't remember, so bear with the choppy description.  The earliest thing I remember was getting the keys to my mum's car while we were in a rather empty parking lot at night and going to get the car.  So I was drving but very poorly, I even messed up and went up onto a small hill, but that kind that separates different parts of a parking lot, not a real natural one.  From there it seemed that we were in a sort of amusement park because things around the road seemed to be off that sort of look.  And because there were go-carts in one section, that the road almost intercepted.  Then there was one attraction that had a mascot, like some animal, and I remembered that I was going to buy a stuffed one or something, but I didn't.  The thinking was that the mascot would be a funny but useful gift to my highschool, which is odd in itself.  From there, we left the "park".  Then there's a blank spot I can't remember, but somehow I ended up *at* this highschool, except it was this new year, and I was apparently going (which makes no sense as I just graduated) along with one of my close friends.  The next remembrance was being in the main building of this school and everyone was watching a bunch of clips from movies, although I have no idea why.  And then there was one clip that was supposed to be My Fair Lady but wasn't at all (you know how in dreams things are whatever you mind tells you they are, regardless of what they are).  For some reason I was pointing out to my friend that it was a hilarious movie, basically that the clip we were watching did it no justice, the main character couldn't talk, it was great, really funny, etc. all of which is completely wrong, but again, whatever your brain says is reality in dreams, is.  Well, anyway.  After these movie clips we began to walk to the dorms.  I should have noticed but I passed up girls on the way to what was the guy's dorm, which obviously isn't normal.  Upon reaching the dorm, it was, as usual locked, and a group of guys hung out outside the doors, waiting for them to be unlocked (this is all normal custom at this highschool haha).  Anyway, one of my friends here looked like he had been in jail or something as his hair was shaved down to almost nothing (although he had very short hair normally) and at first he was handcuffed.  Of course, nothing stays one way in dreams, and he, very naturally, wasn't handcuffed the next second or so.  We talked like old friends and he showed me a pellet gun he had that was very small, everyone near was raving about it.  Of course, he wasn't supposed to have something like this, and it was being put away very slickly every once in awhile to keep it from the eyes of someone important, not sure who it was supposed to be.  Then a woman came to the door from the inside, who everyone called "Mr." something, which made no sense to me.  They treated her like they knew her already, and I think part of it was that they did, like they had prior experience with her.  Then she said something like, "Time to go in," and I was concerned because it seemed like not everyone was there yet, there seemed to only be like 20 kids there, girls and boys.  Which turned out to be everyone, in fact.  Then we went inside I think, but wherever we ended up it wasn't really the dorm (again, one of those dream things).  We were in a classroom, but first we were lining up for something, and I ran back with one of my friends to the end of the line.  After the line, some girl I don't know accused me of calling her "Belle"  or "Bell", (I know!  So odd!!) which I didn't remember, but she assured me was true, so I apologized, but I don't think she was satisfied.  Then we went over to the actual classroom and I found a widely distributed publication from the religion that this school was based under (SotT for those who wonder) on the desks, as if they were going to be used as textbooks.  Then we began to watch a movie, that was one of those corny films, that I can't really describe well right now.  Religious in nature, but a sentimental religious type film.  It's hard to describe, one has to have seen these things to understand what I mean.  I was attempting to joke with someone about the movie's crappiness but everyone seemed to like the movie perfectly fine, or just not mind it. 
That's pretty much all I can remember.
bloody dreams, make no sense

Fiercly Battled

Alas, I fall.
I speak to thee with the tongue like
the bird chirps with the beak.  But
the bird can harmonize in such
melodious tones that human chords
are not able to produce.  I am
reduced to mutterings and groans
for my speech, coupled with clicks
and ticks of the teeth and tongue,
meeting eachother as swords: for
what is our tongue but a sword?
We use it to cut, shear, and tear
people down.  And I fall, I put down
my sword, I give up the fight, I
cease to evade my foe's attacks
and feel the burn of steel whipping
through my skin.  Death knocks at
my door and I let him enter.

Carry On

    I dry my eyes and fight the lies that carry lives into demise
    stand up and carry those who fall and tear down walls and love them all
    embrace the darkness, lonliness and guilt and shame and fear of this
    pick up the blame and wear it proudly on my shirt as proof of pain
    sleep nights of tears and days of fears and turn the gears
    and turn the gears

links!

No, not the thing one eats for breakfast...
WEBPAGE LINKS!
yay!  Well, I added a ton of links today.  Hopefully none of the sites don't want me to.  But I'm sure that if I'm not supposed to link to them then they'll tell me.  Well, have fun checking out my favorite webcomics and some of my favorite bands!  I'll post something else cool later.
Wow, a cool post?  That would be a first....

Spector

    Numbers take up all my space,
    all the space within my mind.
    And all else shall take it's place
    at the proper time.
  
    But everytime it hones in view
    I lose my current focus.
    Forgetting all the things I knew,
    pushed out of my solace.
  
    Words can take up all the space,
    some which are not mine.
    Even though it seems a waste,
    a waste of precious time.
  
    But when I see it coming near
    my words all seem to hide,
    all the words I hold so dear,
    when it hits my eyes.
  
    Music swallows up my soul,
    puts me in another time,
    leaves me with an empty hole;
    I've lost something of mine.

    But then I see it once again,
    it swallows up my sight.
    I go completely blind and then
    I cannot find the light!

random strangeness

This one I have barely any recolection of.
I remember I was climbing on roofs (or is that rooves?  haha)  and there was a rope that I had to climb.  That's pretty much all of the first one.
But then I went back to sleep and I can remember a little more of this one.  I was at some kind of museum.  But thre were lots of doors.  For some reason I had to open them to find the way out.  It was a maze, in other words.  I was with somebody who I don't remember now.  We had apparently gotten separated from our group, which I think was my old high school but I'm not sure.  Anyway, one of these doors led to the exit, we knew, but which one it was, we didn't.  It was getting kind of desperate because we knew that the group would be leaving soon but we couldn't find the way out.  At some point my friend ran off because they seemed to know where they were going and I was using some sort of electronic device to record which ways they were taking (it was very weird) but they got too fast for me to keep up with entering the data so I lost track of them.  So then I was stuck on my own in this maze and I couldn't find my way out.  I think I woke up after that but I can't remember any more of it anyway.
bloody dreams, make no sense

creepy.....

I just looked at the time (haha) I posted the two previous posts.  EXACTLY (at least according to the website) 12 hours difference.  Neato!

time to shut up

Time is an odd thing.  How do we know what time it is?  There is no moment, we can not say that we are actually *at* 9:05 and 37 seconds, because a second is longer than a moment.  We would have to carry the decimal out but that can go on forever and never reach a place where we can say without a shadow of a doubt that it is the moment's time.  So in reality, there is no actual moment in time, because our measurements are *spans* of time.  Like points in geometry.  They don't really exist.  They are all in theory.  Well, that's all interesting but it's confusing me.  What I can say for sure is that we can never see the present.  We live in the past.  Is it because the present doesn't exist?  Think a moment.  Count five seconds and then snap your fingers at the fifth second.  Well, you probably ignored counting zero and counted to four in reality, so you're already off time.  Also, you didn't count accurately, I'm sure so you're off again.  But you used a clock lets say.  OK, so your count was within a certain degree of accuracy, although even clocks are off.  Let's ignore this and pretend they aren't.  So you have a perfect counting mechanism now sitting by you that has counted 5 real seconds and then you snap your fingers.  Sucess?  No, again.  First, the light from the clock's hand or LCD or whatever it is takes a certain, negligable but there, amount of time to reach your eyes.  Then your brain takes a certain amount of time to make sense of the light bouncing off your retina.  Time is taken to translate this into electrical signals and time is taken to move these signals from your eyes to your brain and then tie is taken to make sense of the signals.  Even further time is taken to set off the right neural sparks to make you realise that the "time" has arrived.  And *then*, time is taken for you to think, "Oh, snap fingers now!"  Then even more time is taken to send this signal to your fingers and even more time to actually make the fingers do it.  By the time this has all happened, you are surely innacurate.  Simply the fact that light takes time to move, regardless of how short that span of time is, is proof that we have no knowledge of the present.  We can surely feel very close but, never actually be in it.  Our minds and our conciousness exists in the past.  Odd thought isn't it?  Rather strange isn't it that we live purely in history.  Makes you realize how important that class is now, eh?  Ha ha.
That's all from me about such confusing things.  I still don't know if I believe that there even is a present but I know that regardless, we don't have the capability to know it.

Dvorak

*Dances retartedly*
blah la la de da, I don't really want to post
music is good
Slavonic Dances op. 46
*happy dance of slavonic dance music by Dvořák*
Theres a happy dance for everything.  Someone once told me this, so I pass the knowledge on to you.  Remember it well!

prize!

ooo!
TWO poems for the price of one!
Be happy folks!

Chill

    It's only the wind, dear, wailing outside.
    I'm still right here, dear, open your eyes.
    I'm holding you tight,
    I know it caused a fright.
    It's only the wind dear, lets both say goodnight.

Move!

    People I would like to meet
    Standing there across the street
    But the fear of being hit
    By passing cars will not permit
    Me to awake and walk across
    Oh such a pain at such a loss