Hmm... Not entirely sure how to write this without sounding like a complete weirdo... but meep- I sound like a complete weirdo most of the time anyway! =D
Y'know when on facebook a friend becomes friends with another friend you didn't know they knew and then you wonder how they know them? That happens to most people occasionally... but it's getting super-weird for me recently. It's like that's happening, but in two different worlds. That doesn't make any sense, does it? :P It does to me anyway. I'll try explaining.
The two worlds are the real world and internetzzz world. I have people from both on my facebook account. I don't want them getting mixed up. There are certain parts of internetzzz world that I NEED to keep separate for many reasons... but they're just kind of fusing and stuff because someone from the real world is becoming friends with more and more people from internetzzz world.
It's fucking freaking me out. Are people who they say they are? Do people have alterior motives? Is everything elaborately planned out and some kind of big set-up thing? Yes, I realise I sound paranoid... but I'm guessing most people would be in the same situation.
I'm not sure what to do about this. I don't want to have to delete a load of people from my facebook friends list and I don't want to have to completely abandon the internet. =/ Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
But yeah... I probably sound stupid, but I don't care because it's my blog! XD
And if you're reading this and you know I'm talking about you in this blog post- please tell me what the fuck is going on...
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Thursday, 1 April 2010
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
The documentation of the best day of my life so far.
I'm considering permanently leaving the internet because I hate everything about it... Although I quite liked it yesterday and I seem to hate everything today but hey ho, I guess I'm just in a super-bad mood or something. If I did completely leave the internet I'd have no way of communicating with anyone (which may or may not be a good thing). Anyhow, as I'm not sure what I am going to do, I decided I'd better document the best day of my life (which was like 3 days ago) before I possibly quit.
Saturday May 23rd 2009.
I woke up on Saturday morning and just wanted to go back to sleep. I woke up enough to go get on a bus with my mother (yes, the best day of my life was spent with my mother- how sad is that?!). So, we went forth into the very heart of Manchesterland and had a stroll around Primark and went to Greggs before heading off to the cinema... At this point I was still feeling shittily sleepy... but then it all changed. We saw Night At The Museum 2 (IMAX)... It was a hoobacious film and way better than the first Night At The Museum film. Afterwards, we went back to my mother's house and just hung around for a few hours. Bla, bla, blahhh. That's the boring bit over.
Then it was time for the Morrissey gig. I was excited about it, but not overly excited as it wasn't the first time I had seen Morrissey and I was still really sleepy. We went to the pub beforehand and some ginger dude was trying to chat up my mum and a Scottish woman wouldn't stop talking to us. The gig was awesome. It was possibly the best gig I had ever been to (although, being pregnant made it feel waayyyyyy too hot). All of my favourite songs were played. It was generally awesometastic. After the gig, we waited outside for a few hours. Boz Boorer came out and signed a ticket! It was rad. Then it got even better. By this point, almost everyone else had left (apart from me, my mum and some scottish woman... not the same one as earlier). A very nice security dude obtained a drumstick and a setlist for us. So now me and my mother have joint ownership of a Boz-signed ticket, a drumstick and setlist. The night was rather fruitful. I was certain it could get more fruitful, but it didn't. I knew in my heart that Morrissey was still inside the Apollo, so I waited for as long as possible. But eventually I was forced to go home by my mother. I would have stayed there all night by myself if I could have done, but I had no way of getting back the next day. To say the least, it was truly disappointing. However, despite not getting to meet God (Morrissey), we met Boz Boorer (who is the next best thing) and obtained some hoobacious items. It was the best day of my life.
So as that day is documented, I shall tweet for one last time and leave the internet for either forever, until I get bored, or until I have been to sleep, woken up and forgotten that I hate everything.
Hoobletoodledoo.
Saturday May 23rd 2009.
I woke up on Saturday morning and just wanted to go back to sleep. I woke up enough to go get on a bus with my mother (yes, the best day of my life was spent with my mother- how sad is that?!). So, we went forth into the very heart of Manchesterland and had a stroll around Primark and went to Greggs before heading off to the cinema... At this point I was still feeling shittily sleepy... but then it all changed. We saw Night At The Museum 2 (IMAX)... It was a hoobacious film and way better than the first Night At The Museum film. Afterwards, we went back to my mother's house and just hung around for a few hours. Bla, bla, blahhh. That's the boring bit over.
Then it was time for the Morrissey gig. I was excited about it, but not overly excited as it wasn't the first time I had seen Morrissey and I was still really sleepy. We went to the pub beforehand and some ginger dude was trying to chat up my mum and a Scottish woman wouldn't stop talking to us. The gig was awesome. It was possibly the best gig I had ever been to (although, being pregnant made it feel waayyyyyy too hot). All of my favourite songs were played. It was generally awesometastic. After the gig, we waited outside for a few hours. Boz Boorer came out and signed a ticket! It was rad. Then it got even better. By this point, almost everyone else had left (apart from me, my mum and some scottish woman... not the same one as earlier). A very nice security dude obtained a drumstick and a setlist for us. So now me and my mother have joint ownership of a Boz-signed ticket, a drumstick and setlist. The night was rather fruitful. I was certain it could get more fruitful, but it didn't. I knew in my heart that Morrissey was still inside the Apollo, so I waited for as long as possible. But eventually I was forced to go home by my mother. I would have stayed there all night by myself if I could have done, but I had no way of getting back the next day. To say the least, it was truly disappointing. However, despite not getting to meet God (Morrissey), we met Boz Boorer (who is the next best thing) and obtained some hoobacious items. It was the best day of my life.
So as that day is documented, I shall tweet for one last time and leave the internet for either forever, until I get bored, or until I have been to sleep, woken up and forgotten that I hate everything.
Hoobletoodledoo.
Saturday, 12 July 2008
meeples
I'm sitting on my bed. A lot has been going on recently. I abandoned Facebook and pretty much every other site. I'm slowly working my way back onto various sites, but it's not the same anymore. I've completely lost interest in stuff. I'm trying to ignore the bad stuff that's happening, but it's too hard. However, if writing this blog will make me 'forget' for another few minutes, it can't be a bad thing. It's something to do and nobody reads this anyway!
I've been trying to keep busy. I made a cake at like 1am. It tastes rather good and has shredded wheat on the top of it! It gave me a weird headache-type-thing after one slice though. Maybe it's a bit rich. I watched The Hoobs, Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon and now I'm going to read. I think I'm going to go for Artemis Fowl, because I can't remember what it's about and from what I recall, it was rather good. I need to brush up on reading and stuff before September.
I had my interview for le sixth form yesterday. It went really well. I'm supposed to be starting sixth form in September. I'm going to be doing psychology, art, applied science and sociology. I'm a bit bummed about not being able to have visible piercings though. Ah well, I'll just focus on getting more tattoos over the next couple of years!
My tattoo has scabbed over and is rather itchy. It's so tempting to scratch it and pick at it, but mustn't. 'tis an annoyance.
Right now my bedroom is a mess. It is a graveyard of empty cans that once upon a time contained either Diet Coke or Red Bull. There are empty vodka bottles, empty fag packets, dirty clothes, clean clothes, bits of hamster food, degu poo, DVDs and just about everything else you could possibly think of, strewn randomly across the floor. I really can't be bothered cleaning stuff up.
My hair is equally as messy. I don't mind though. I have this new theory that the longer I forget it exists, the cooler it looks. Right now it hasn't been washed for almost 2 weeks and is sticking up in random ways. It's awesome!
Anyways, I'm bored of this so I'm going to go and write a couple of letters. I'm trying to fix everything as much as possible.
Hoobletoodledoo!
I've been trying to keep busy. I made a cake at like 1am. It tastes rather good and has shredded wheat on the top of it! It gave me a weird headache-type-thing after one slice though. Maybe it's a bit rich. I watched The Hoobs, Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon and now I'm going to read. I think I'm going to go for Artemis Fowl, because I can't remember what it's about and from what I recall, it was rather good. I need to brush up on reading and stuff before September.
I had my interview for le sixth form yesterday. It went really well. I'm supposed to be starting sixth form in September. I'm going to be doing psychology, art, applied science and sociology. I'm a bit bummed about not being able to have visible piercings though. Ah well, I'll just focus on getting more tattoos over the next couple of years!
My tattoo has scabbed over and is rather itchy. It's so tempting to scratch it and pick at it, but mustn't. 'tis an annoyance.
Right now my bedroom is a mess. It is a graveyard of empty cans that once upon a time contained either Diet Coke or Red Bull. There are empty vodka bottles, empty fag packets, dirty clothes, clean clothes, bits of hamster food, degu poo, DVDs and just about everything else you could possibly think of, strewn randomly across the floor. I really can't be bothered cleaning stuff up.
My hair is equally as messy. I don't mind though. I have this new theory that the longer I forget it exists, the cooler it looks. Right now it hasn't been washed for almost 2 weeks and is sticking up in random ways. It's awesome!
Anyways, I'm bored of this so I'm going to go and write a couple of letters. I'm trying to fix everything as much as possible.
Hoobletoodledoo!
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
Are we falling into a cyber abyss?
Golly. I was not anticipating this when I persuaded the grandparents to 'get online'. For the last hour or so, I have been sitting around, helping the grandmother on some facebook game and (im)patiently waiting for the grandfather to finish using my laptop to write his blog. He is such a slow typer (I'm actually having to use the other computer right now) but he needs to learn!
I realise that this is in no way an original, unique or inspiring thing to write a blog about, but I don't really care and I've been pondering about it quite a lot tonight.
I know that once upon a time I didn't have a computer, but these days I can't imagine life without one. I usually spend a minimum of 12 hours a day online and it's rather bizarre to think that when I was a wee nipper I didn't even own a computer. Odd. I guess this is just proof that the internet is taking over lives and our (slowly decaying) planet.
These days, people talk, shop, bank, listen to music, watch tv and do pretty much everything it is possible to do in real life online. The majority of people can connect to the internet anywhere at any time through various mobile devices. Whereas a decade ago, only 'the lucky people' had the internet. With the internet there is virtually no reason why anyone would have to leave the comfort of their own home at all. Personally, I very rarely leave the house (yes, I realise I need to get a life!) and I know I wouldn't be able to cope with a day with no internet. Gosh.. The times, they are a-changin'!
The internet ruins social lives, yet expands friendship networks. Online friends can be just as 'real' as 'real' friends. Years ago, one had to actually meet someone to consider them a friend, these days the majority of people seem to have at least some online friends. Personally, I think I sometimes prefer my online friends... Well, I talk to them more anyway! Where is the line between the real world and the cyber world? Has it been blurred over the years? Has modern technology killed reality?
Because there was a time when the internet didn't exist, there is evidence that the human race can survive without it, but what I want to know is why we became so dependant on it... and what would happen if the internet suddenly stopped working all around the world. What would people do then? Would they sit in despair, not knowing what to do? or would they just get on with life how it used to be in the good ol' days? Would the world come to an end if the internet came to the end? It's a scary thought and I hope I am not alive when/if it does happen.
As I seem to be running out of things to say, I shall stop writing now and write something else when I have something better to say. Well done for reading this, and all apologies if I bored you to death!
I realise that this is in no way an original, unique or inspiring thing to write a blog about, but I don't really care and I've been pondering about it quite a lot tonight.
I know that once upon a time I didn't have a computer, but these days I can't imagine life without one. I usually spend a minimum of 12 hours a day online and it's rather bizarre to think that when I was a wee nipper I didn't even own a computer. Odd. I guess this is just proof that the internet is taking over lives and our (slowly decaying) planet.
These days, people talk, shop, bank, listen to music, watch tv and do pretty much everything it is possible to do in real life online. The majority of people can connect to the internet anywhere at any time through various mobile devices. Whereas a decade ago, only 'the lucky people' had the internet. With the internet there is virtually no reason why anyone would have to leave the comfort of their own home at all. Personally, I very rarely leave the house (yes, I realise I need to get a life!) and I know I wouldn't be able to cope with a day with no internet. Gosh.. The times, they are a-changin'!
The internet ruins social lives, yet expands friendship networks. Online friends can be just as 'real' as 'real' friends. Years ago, one had to actually meet someone to consider them a friend, these days the majority of people seem to have at least some online friends. Personally, I think I sometimes prefer my online friends... Well, I talk to them more anyway! Where is the line between the real world and the cyber world? Has it been blurred over the years? Has modern technology killed reality?
Because there was a time when the internet didn't exist, there is evidence that the human race can survive without it, but what I want to know is why we became so dependant on it... and what would happen if the internet suddenly stopped working all around the world. What would people do then? Would they sit in despair, not knowing what to do? or would they just get on with life how it used to be in the good ol' days? Would the world come to an end if the internet came to the end? It's a scary thought and I hope I am not alive when/if it does happen.
As I seem to be running out of things to say, I shall stop writing now and write something else when I have something better to say. Well done for reading this, and all apologies if I bored you to death!
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