I'm running out of titles

Now I'm thinking about doing here some reviews about movies or some other pointless garbage I watch/do to please my... wait, still zero followers? God damned, the Internet is damn hard thing to manage. Everybody becomes popular on the Internet in a matter of seconds, which is not the case here. Being stuck in mediocrity and having absolutely no talents is pretty harsh. Betcha if I start posting things with cute kittens, I'll become popular faster than you can pronounce "FLǕGGȦ∂NKđ€ČHIŒβǾLʃÊN".

So here it goes, for the sake of popularity:

kewl, I forgot to title this

Haven't had any posts here in quite a while. I know, I know you might ask why am I even showing up here at this very present moment? Or say that you thought that I've died eating super cold pizza or listening to an awful song or something else. But no, nothing happened in my miserable life. I had my ups and downs, just as they say- I didn't feel like posting or writing in general, but now I'm here, making up for everything not written and everything not laughed about to every follower of mine. Who cares that there's a total number of 0 (zero, nil, none) followers for this blog? Nobody, that's just what I thought. I should write something about what's been going on in my life now, though my inspiration for this is falling apart at the speed of light. So first of all, on the December first, I fought a lion in our very own yard, now I have no idea how did he get here, but I can tell you one thing- I beat the living crap out of him. You know, I used my falcon punch and then my very special attack of being boring to death. That'll show those suckers to come to my god damned yard, bitches. And you know what's the most surprising thing I've done in this mean time? I spoke with A GIRL. YEAAHH, didn't see that coming out of me, did you? No, I am serious I even went up there to speak with her, of course, after she saw my charmingness and heard my super manly voice, she had a panic attack, but it really doesn't matter now, because I've achieved a real milestone in my life now. Who knows what's coming next? A full sentence to a girl? Maybe even two or three? Or maybe even a conversation? It's up to me now, no wonder I felt bat-tastic after that. Today, on the other hand was my worst nightmare day. My basketball skill dropped like a gazillion times, I couldn't get a single bucket today (I did get 2 to be honest), I had my pessimism attack today, I was pretty bad-mooded today (yes, I'm a very moody person). I just have those days (mostly all of the time I breath) when I feel lonely and you know what? I just have one quote for this in my stock.

People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated.
- Tom Hansen

Pretty much true, this is.
But you know what's the good thing about this? I came to a conclusion of what I really love.
It's the architecture, the thing I've loved always, but never acknowledged in a major way. I think it's about time I start going my own path in my life, not the usual busy highway.



By the way, I never knew there was a new Stereophonics album coming out. GR8 SUCCESS

Hey, I'm posting again

The Raptors lost only by 13 points last night so this makes up for a decent mood today. If we actually were a winning team this season then it would kind of hurt, but nah, we (the Raptors (yes, I assume as I am part of them)) are who we thought we were... So this got me thinking again, how long will the Toronto, as sports mediocrity, sports curse last? I mean, the Maple Leafs are sucking for like five or four decades, the Raptors are sucking for... since Vince Carter went all ape shit and when he got totally bored here and was traded to the New Jersey Nyets for Alonzo Mourning (who refused to play in Toronto), Aaron Williams (who might as well not be playing), half a pack of Juicy Fruit gum, and one sheet of Care Bear stickers. It kind of reminds me of how the Cavaliers screwed themselves up this summer by getting Shaq from the Phoenix Suns for a bag of basketballs. The Suns are a much better team now than they were last season...

So anyways, yesterday I went to physics class to rewrite my test (actually the whole class went to re-do it). And I simply love when the guys just go there for the sake of going. My classmate was asking me to read his questions and tell if they are similar to his one all the fucking time. Eventually, I got my balls right in the place and asked why did he even come here. Then he went on like how the teacher would put the fucking F in the class register and so on, basically saying that he's too scared to ask if he can re-do the test next week, also he has a legitimate reason to do that (he had flu for the past two weeks). Then I was like:

With all that crap, he made such a big mess in my mind that I got really confused which led to not finishing the test properly... I got up, started running around like a retard and also started singing that I'm Singing In the Rain song really loudly, all mixed up with rugby screams I ran out of the class. Up to this time I have no idea what was going on neither I'm able to talk properly now so when someone asks me something I'm using Microsoft Sam to answer. Nevertheless, I'm still trying to get my shit right, and as for now, one tune has really grown on me. Which results in me listening to it all the time. By the way, my musical swings are just immense, one day I can listen to a quality trance track, the next day I can listen to Somebody Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin or Kings of Convenience, and again the next day I can listen to punk rock or classical rock mixed up with some IDM that is glitchy as hell. This is just... flat. Oh yeah, and the tune is:

The emotional aspects of me

That's great, a girl who's a special inspiration for me just stopped chatting with me, again. And the truth is, she probably is the only one with whom I have human-like chats, the others are just filled with trolling, hate and no love whatsoever. Moments like these get me emotional and in most cases, raise my inspiration, but, well, I just don't know. Sometimes I think I'm just unwanted here... Maybe I really am...

Yesterday was kind of semi-fun for me, I went to my cousin's new apartment. The best thing is that it's located near the ghetto side of the city. It's like filled with chavs all over the place, literally we entered the stairway of his house and there were standing two chavs in front of us, one of them had prison like tattoo on his neck and the other one was wearind ARIBAS sports costume, it cracked me up a little, because I've only heard legends about guys like these. So my cousin was so kind and left me alone in his apartment which meant I had to go outside alone... It was like really scary, there were gunshots, people screaming and stabbing each other combined with really loud train which probably softened the sound on a complete mayhem outside. Who knows, maybe there was the national army involved with our only tank pulled out of a random swamp? Nevertheless I went outside alone. The only thing circulating through my mind was: LION IN A COMA LION IN A COMA LION IN A COMA... doesn't make much sense, does it? Turned out there were none of them seen nowhere near the house. Probably fighting for the territory on the other side of the hood. I hope I'll never visit that place again, but if I do actually once then I'm taking my napalm with me! It was also a pretty rainy day so I went home with legs all wet and dirty as hell, it looked like I fought a bengali tiger while juggling with three laptops and drinking soda. Or maybe I just look like Bruce Willis with everyday 'save the world' routine. We may never know... And the day before that I actually gathered all my tiny strenght and wrote to "the girl" that I wrote about earlier. And after just 2 days of nonsense chatting with me, she stops it. Hit the nails head, right on the top of it. I'm surprised she didn't commit suicide while getting all the fun chatting with me about whale hunting. It's like chatting with a mentally disabled person (no offence intended) about the essence of working for the Wall street. I think I finally get why nobody wants to talk to me. Sad face. Now I'm going to shatter my sadness by listening to The Who and learning proper English so I can start a new life.

/emo

this night

Trying to watch the Raptors game at the moment, and with our great broadcast technologies... it's hard as hell. Really, I got to watch about 5 painful minutes out of 24. Life just isn't fair. Sad face.

An Official Update of My Life

The Raptors won last night so I'm kind of in a good mood today. In such a good mood that I'm probably going to watch the Watchmen for 79th time now. I am dead serious, that movie brought the life back into me. Especially after seeing this moment. Now, I had no idea what that intro was tended for, but it motivated me. Suddenly, I was asking girls out on dates, applying for jobs, and learning to make sushi. Of course, after being rejected by girls and employers and recovering from major food poisoning, things kind of went back to normal. Perhaps one day I'll give being a successful person another try, but for now, I'm here, typing this blog entry.

The truth is, this blog entry was written about two weeks ago, but due to the major motherboard crash I had to back it up a little. Now, this got me thinking: maybe it was some sort of a sign not to post it. Maybe all the blogging gods made an alliance against me. But I'll take my chances and post it nevertheless, as I hadn't had a chance to post it earlier and use the Internet in general, and I can't give up on my exactly 0 followers. In fact, it all happened on the 5th November so Vendetta got it completely right with all that 'Remember the 5th of November' thing. The fact that it crashed while I was writing it makes it even scarier and tragic and this makes me think if it isn't some sort of a world conspiracy.

1st post

Hey, I just found out that Tumblr is a mini blogging blog or as they call it micro-blogging blog so I'm moving here for now.