I write stuff, that's all I do.

Probably the section that I can only understand... hopefully not (Updates, things on my mind, poems, short stories, et cetera).

Wild Bill V. The Storm - 4/9/24

It's been a while since I've made one of these. For days, my country has been experiencing a cycle of on-and-off rain, and it's been tough trying to fight against it - not that I'm in an unstable home (though we did experience a nearby fire, which coincidentally also happened last year), but because I'm unsure how to spend my time during the suspensions that my school's been doing since. There's been three now, and three strikes already means you're going out there again, right? Hopefully, I'll return back to school (haven't mentioned that... whoops).

I've been working on making a new album for my Grungatronic project, with a new iPhone my parents bought a few days ago, the same day that also had a moment where our car had a flat tire. What's more unusual about that, was that it happened the day before our house had a nearby fire. To summarize; Night (Aug 31), flat tire; Morning (Sep 1), Nearby fire.

Sorry if these paragraphs sound out of balance, but they always do in my mind. Nevertheless, I do try to recap these days... however resourceful it may be to someone...

Compound Fractues - 10/8/24

I'm once again informing people that this website is experience a lack of updates... not that it actually matters now. I consider these "lull periods" of my website to at least be not disheartening to anyone but myself, who overthinks about things. For all intents and purposes, this site does remain "finished". So even putting a few things here and these doesn't seem all that major... maybe.

As for anything, I'm preferring to use Ol' Rusty (Lenovo) more than the other for typing these things. A few reasins being that it produces a more cirpsier sound when typing, and also the fact it's not rested to a desk, which allows free movement and suitable comfort. I hope you could understand where I'm going with. There's also the fact that I'm now laax with my projects... something that had dawned on me yesterday. I'm not a planner when it comes to my projects / artistry, so I'm not going to say anything that'll result in me not doing it. In fact, considering school continuing days are now nearing, I should at least be more active with art... or maybe I'm just more productive in my head than in actuality.

The Feeling of Being Bread / Sedated - 5/8/24

Sorry for any lack of updates this site had been experiencning. August, so far, has been quite a good ride for me despite what I mostly did was relaxing in my home, it just feels more comfier than usual now. I will partake on a major update for my site when I feel like it. So prepare for changes... big changes (or not).

If you wanna know what I did in these past four days, it's practically slacker territory. It's cool though, it's nice to lay around your house and get work you find intriguing done. Recently found this extension which turns the YouTube layout into the old ones, been using it a lot. On related news, I'm trying to lay off on YouTube to focus on... shows. Whatever.

Maybe I really do need to act more productive...

Very Lawful, Very Nice / August Reawakening - 1/8/24

On this day, my family went to do some important business matters and I was left alone in the house - not able to go outside because of course, that's just the way things go. I kind of miss these days, but then again every adolescent wishes for that day where they can just spend time with themselves, since it creates the thought of freedom. Of course, when you wake up one day, realize you're old, and have to live alone by yourself, the concept of that "free day" gets blurry. It's not really Culkin's world....

But onto unbothering matters like this site, which I may or may not have plans for. Just one plan, or maybe two. Maybe they'll come to fruition, but who knows? All I can say is that I'm trying to bring a certain "dadaist" feel to it, which results in me making a webcomic. Oh well... not much by any menas. It's a humorless comic, but I could make a few ideas with it. Hope you'd like the first five issues.

Nonsensical B.S.... that aesthetic fits me... I had that thought again... "90% of media of what I consume is garbage"... Maybe it is. maybe it isn't. Beat poetry.... Wacko rock.... Films that comfort the sick... Art from beyond normal imagination... This entire website... I once found a Ripley's book to be of my kind...

Neon Junkie Buzzword / A few things (not) to come - 28/7/24

Guess what? I'm back home. I'm a bit exhausted in my brain for some reason, maybe because of the trip. I'm thankful though that I'm still alive, with time to spare until the inevitable (that is, school), and at least a few ideas - the big one involving my trip, but I'm afraid that'll only exist in my head. I still have all the pictures saved up somewhere (I was taking pictures more constantly than usual), but maybe someday I'll have the strength. I like writing, especially when it involves memories. Writing about your memories, or things that were based off of them, are like brain refreshers.

I notice today that I've been procrastinating a lot from making this entry... Then again, they may not hold value. But, they will prove something about time.

Impromptu Journal entry

im just wishing that my flight back home would be successful.... here i am stuck with my family in a bureaucratic meeting with some hotel peoples for their restaurant. it's night already and im scared, worried, paranoid, and tired. if i survive, whoopee. but if i go out from the flight, then theres nothing to do but pretend that tomorrow'll be my last. actually, if i do survive, i'll write a novel-length entry on the vacation; with an unnatural way of narrative and cohesion. this vaxation as it is is fine, but man i am scared.

theres many things I'd like to mention about this vacation, but the lesser powers of the underpowered phone im working on, it won't be layed out exactly. I'm planning on a few poems as well.

Things in the Rain - 23/7/24

If you've checked your local weatherman (or weather app, which way you desire), Philippines is in the middle of a ton of rain. It happens a lot, to some individuals, it's nostalgi. I remember many days where I stayed inside while the rain played around and fit a cartain mood. Its breeze like an alternative to winter, something I enjoy for a while when it comes. Rain: the word reminds me of the past too much.

I don't feel as if I were to continue writing this entry, I've been dealing with something called "self-pity". I won't elaborate on that though, not that teenage angst is something to be dealt with, but it wouldn't help if I were to vent nonsensically. A website isn't equal to therapy.

I wonder if there is such a thing as hate poems...

Only one more day until I'll go to that business-forced vacation to Boracay with my family. I'll still be miserable, even if I were to watch that one "Airplane!" movie on the flight... or maybe listen to an audiobook.

I Don't Remember Anything - 22/7/24

I don't remember anything

Ever since I've woken up right now

All I could remember

Is hatred and anger

Spite and remorse, dark thoughts

It wasn't even a headache

It was an angsty attitude

If one can only hope that there were a button to turn off the edginess in adolescents, the world may be a better place - even without a few major things like undead punk rock, null prose, and the concept of the old Generation X, we'd still be fine.

All I could think of now is akin to melted butter: feelings are now in a state of numbness, almost in a droopy kind like my eyes. Sleeping in the evening can't do you good, since I still hold the belief that the morning is something to be cherished when waking up. I'm feeling things that I shouldn't feel, but it's almost like getting high of your own coma.

I wonder what would the gods of poetry or writing would feel on works that disgust on sight? "Hey, I know that this thing represents something you're feeling right now, and it depicts a decent enough state of one's psyche in a fit like yours, and that sometimes there is beauty in the ugliness of the world... but clean up. It's getting all over the place".

Beige Prose - 21/7/24

I get worried over small things

Sometimes literally, like now

When I temporarily lost my twist-tie

It was underneath a chair, thankfully - I sighed.

But still, I get worried over small things

Other times, quite big things; like going places

Road tripping, beach hopping, all things that are of the outside

They now fill me with the sense of dull paranoia

I worry a lot

It's not good, though

I went to a Japanese restaurant with my family today

In my mind, I was thinking about the aesthetics of the long past

Mostly Japanese influenced aesthetics, like Superflat

I remembered vaguely about an odd cartoon with sushi

Must've been on a weird world, the past

Neither foreign country nor time, just style

Sorry if any of these are coated with the focus of syllable, though limitimg oneself can be good once in a while. Most of my afternoon was spent driving round with my family (they told me to), but at least in the end I got a box of donuts - an unusual symbol of happiness.

Maybe I'll believe my father's past about being in a gang, but only the past has the answers, it always does.

qUICK rECOVERY - 20/7/24

Making this on a whim. I've recently been told by my mother that our flight to Boracay will happen in four days, so in the meantime, I'm cherishing these four days in my house like it's something to be cherished in four days. It's nothing to worry about, it's just my weird sudden fear of flight. Maybe it's because of that one Twilight Zone episode, or maybe it's that paranoia of any sort of freak accident. Whichever it may be, logical or illogical, I'll hopefully be spending my time on the beach without the same spite as The Dead Milkmen.

I try so hard to be someone I'm not, in subculture that is. That is not to say that I've made my own kind of subculture, no one would join it just by pure thought alone. But I'm merely pondering all of the things I've taken interest of, manly things that "represent" certain subcultures. I took one for the hippies by taking a liking for Brautigan and psychedelia as a whole (as you see on this site); I took one for the people who think they're "edgy" just by thinking I'm that dark enough and sulking as if it were the mental cure; I took one for the geeks, the nerds, and others just by pure obsession; et cetera... et cetera... What this really means is that there's not much for a fixed subculture these days, in eyes at least, everyone's been picking scraps out of the whole wide web and cobbling it into their own little web. I'm unsure about mine, a bit dusty so to speak.

Artistry is an odd thing when you think about it professionally. If one's life goal is to be financially stable, then I could assure anyone that being an artist may not be the right decision - in our country, or in that position where one can't do much thinking about their artistry. I wished I were a psychologist, or a physiologost - then again, mundane work rules the world, so it may rule me too.

Headaches and Phlegm Blockage - 19/7/24

Each day, I feel more and more restless inside my house - probably because it's summer vacation, and I can't really leave the house. It's a bit hard to manage it in a way I can't explain here, but I'll only say that it gets tiring receiving people you don't know show up to the door and they're people asking for other family members.

I hate this moment in time, where a blockage of phlegm appears in my throat, and I have to constantly spit it out until, eventually and hopefully, it'll all be gone like the waste it is. If there's something to be done about the human body, is that there should be a better way to decrease the amount of phlegm / snot one has in their orifices, it gets annoyingly tough just do deal with coughing it out.

The media that I'm currently being fascinated with will eventually be replaced by media that I was planning to be fascinated with, which in turn after the fact will be replaced by the same thing. Cyclical choice consumerism; nothing else makes sense when you live in a chamber of your own interests.

Just Another Perfect Day (title stolen from Motorhead) - 18/7/24

The strange thing about time is that these writing could happen anywhere at any period of history, but are now being thought of and typed in just now, and will be looked at in the future, which is looking at the past.

I want to record everything I can think of. I want to be like the recorders of old, who recorded a master or emperor's footsteps one by one - even in jest. I want to be like the person who had a storageroom full of writings,d eftailing what he did in the span of 5 minutes all throughout his life until his death. There are times where the thoughts flow my head like dripping rain on a side of a car window. Yet, at the cost of privacy, I would rather try to limit my words to a fair minimum - I'm more of a sensible person when it comes to writing.

Memories are like narratives that have to be scribed as if they were on film.

Na Na - 17/7/24

Brown Breakfast

In 1942, I was loose, like thunder in the storm. It was a war ahead, near the park, I can't stomach all of it; there's nothing I could've done. No stopping... Heartless devils across the lane... All green devils... green grey devils... May the fat swine prevail, and the hurting of a thousand be taped unto pressure.

It will be 10 days before my flight to Boracay, so I will make the most out of these posts as I can. I had a hearty brown breakfast (pic above), and a dinner of beans (pic unavailable). There will be much rejoicing when the fish hits the percolator

the abscess of sheol

it flows to the creole

river of blood

I wish I could write like Bataille, his work on The Story of the Eye is fascinating, definitely something that sticks in your head. His philosophy is obviously esoteric, but I wish that I had the guts to express mine quite like him. The way that my delusions could me mapped like cartography, underneath a commanding presence of oneself's mind.

This is the last sentence.

Bite! - 16/7/24

As I am typing this on the phone, tye reasons why I prefer typing these posts on my computer are proving to themselves as true. It's a very slow process and not for people like me. sorry for not much introspection today, just a try on whether pho keyboars.

It's Hard to Be on The Straight Line When Your Mind Goes Free At Times / Bumblelyne - 10/7/24

yes, that's me, in the now.

there goes the keys again

going clickety clack

clickety

clack

I had a sort of invisible lunch with my mother, before she left - it was a lot of bread with a bowl of tuna and mayo, and a cup of artificial orange juice. I call it an "invisible lunch", since there were no such thing as photographic evidence for it, nor anything to interrupt the emotion of calmness. I was playing a playlist from Spotify masquerading as the Smithsonian compilation of classic jazz recordings, we felt like we've reconnected with reality, talking with one another while eating tuna goodness and listening to old jazz. It was an unusual escape, but it's better than the other reality one lives with too much, the kind that makes you dry. Maybe there is another, ironically invisible as well, reason why I call it an "invisible lunch". Or it just sounds cool.

"The other reality"... It's hard to define it really. I just wish that I were more attentive with the things I'm interested in, rather than exploring endlessly around the internet. The internet is another reality entirely, a reality of subrealities. No one and everyone is a faux-criminal simultaneously on the internet, we feel secure and insecure. I'm scared to communicate with someone who's "terminally online", but I've been there, it's no big deal, yet it i

Maybe I could write a book, a book without linearity (it's been done). Maybe I could write a story, a story of the unconscious (it's probably been done). Maybe I could type it, type it in a manner of grammatically correct sentences, unique prose, and of course, perspective (is my good grammar?). There's no audience, no motivation, but there is the idea, or worse, the delusion, of being a writer.

Committee of Dunkards / Psychedelic Orgasmic Sponge / Bees Fly Throough Bat-Filled Dungeon - 8/7/24

I just yanked my frank three times this morning. I'm halfway from being tired and confused, my bed is a bit untidy (not very, but noticeably tidy). Right now, I'm experiencing a sort of nasal unconctrollable-ness, and the fan's probably on max. Just the right way to start another one of these things

Yesterday, I went to a mall, a mall that I frequent a lot, but not a lot now (SM Aura). The experience in my mind was like a hill, constantly going through emotions of feeling disillusioned to living through it. It seems that I would say malls have lost their magic, there are plenty of them (if you look good enough) in the urban streets of The Philippines, you may wonder if there's not much to be done with them. It's settled, malls are of our own culture, but only of one that may be looked at in different perspectives, in which the feel of being "urban" resonates to us.

The stuff I bought were not all that special, but prolly to me: Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis, a Steam card, and some underwear - not counting the many food I ate until I went senseless, and hiccuped all the way to the parking lot. For one thing, I may read that book... maybe. And for another, it seems that books nowadays are expensive, which is something I wish there were more of a valuable answer than what my father told me, which I forgot but seemed to be not much for an understanding.

Sometimes, I get weird feelings of waking up, faux-post-coma. Time has passed, the room has changed, but no memory. Nothing. All you couldd remember was the things you did before, and now you don't know where you are. Are you still part of the dream? Or has the dream really ended, and reality is back with its foreground place in the center, while you wonder what happened in your tired (yet still tired) state?

A new week has passed, let's hope for the better.

You're Not as Smart as You Think You Really Are / If a Man Could Live Off the Land with Only Water and Cinnamon Bread, Then That's Fine by Me - 1/7/24

I'll have to be real here, I have to be in a very specific position to be comfortable with writing these things, it's just how I do it. I like these out by way of of my laptop because a phone just doesn't have the same effect, it doesn't really produce the real sounds of a keyboard - as trite as I worded it out to be, which it isn't. I just love doing the sort of freeform typing with the devices I use, it benefits me. It's an octopus-like way of thinking, a typewriter's ideal.

I usually overthink about many things, so many things, things that I've been through and been going through, day and night. I've been watching a good heap of shows and playing a good heap of games, mostly of my calibre (read: wacky / surreal stuff). It suits me, of course it does, there's no any other way to say it. I have plans of discussing shows to people, or my family, but I'm too shy to ask.

The same deal of being in a specific position to feel comfortable doing such thing, to me, happens in reading - the general opposite of writing. I'd like a good book, I'm unsure about my favorite genre but it's definitely set on something, yet it's hard to really find a physical copy of said good books, which is why digital books exist. I plan on reading stuff more and more, but it's yet to flourish. I'd imagine a peaceful day reading the things I want to read with charming instrumenta music playing on the background, quite a fantasy. What I'm thinking of is finishing reading that book by Brautigan.

Healing - 20/6/24

Here's a quick update on my wounds; they're healing better than I expected. Of course, it's not as if they'll heal quickly, but they're at leasting growing out of my body, which I'm thankful for. What's odd about it is that I have to wear two bandages, one for the rear and the other for the foot. It doesn't bother me that much though.

As something else, I always feel a slight joy whenever I type these entries because it clears my mind from any sort of "fuzz" that my mind's been dealing, not any sort of mental health issue, but mostly disjointed thoughts.

It's Best Not to Ignore It - 16/6/24

It's been so long since I've wrote practically anything of value here. I feel a bit disappointed at how I didn't use this to its full potential, but I am a shy person when it comes to typing. However, it came to me that at least a few may care about what is going on with me, so in theory, there's nothing wrong with sharing recent things. What could be the only problem is that I'm not as active as I am with this site, as you could probably tel - but, I'll remain optimistic, whenever or however it'll manifest itself to.

So, what's been going on? Why did I felt the urge to write other than the notion of care? The real reason is, quite frankly, embarrassing, but it's best not to ignore it. For one thing, I've been trying to heal two things that have stunted my ways of routine: One of them was the result of fast-paced eating, causing the canine part of my teeth to bite a section of my tongue; leaving a mark that hurt so much, drinking water was an unfiair pain. The other was an unfortunate one, yet I've dealt with it in the past but this hurt more than those.

It's hard to say this without sugarcoating it. To put it bluntly, I have a hideous lump (pimple) somewhere direct in my rear. Laughable the situation it may be, it's hard to really get into a comfortable position of either sitting or walking, a mild inconvenience as it is, but as mild inconviences go it makes me feel miffed. I have the recurring daydream of wanting to go to my bathroom, squatting on the shower area, and plucking the lump directly with a staple or some other prickly thing, letting the pus and blood fall out as I either scream in silence or sigh in relief - whichever option may come, is not a duty to me.

Dealing with these things isn't as bad as any disease, again mild inconvenience, but it's tiring to just live with them for a week or two. For the last day, all I could do was sleep and rumble around the bed just hoping the lump on my rump wears off. There's a psychological study to be done from that experience alone.

Now, as I'm writing this, my tongue's bitemark is healing a bit, I can finally feel the nullifying sense of drinking water, possibly caused by a dosage of caffeine I drank yesterday(?). As for the pimple, it's hard to say otherwise, it may take about 1-3 unsavory days to wear out. As bitter as I may sound typing this, I guess I do have to give myself a relieved sigh that I'm still able to do the things I could at least do without them.

I can go on for about as many broken paragraphs humanly possible (haven't mentioned the accidental foot scar from my couch). To make things short, I've been dealing with minor medical things, causing a state of childlike pain, yet I felt at least a gate of transcendence whether or not I can survive the experience. I'm hoping that this sort of elongated message is not to harrowing, it feels rather surreal to let your brain pour out the words to your hands, but I'm still hurting.

Ogden Nash is Taking Over Me - 25/5/24 (4:12 - 4:17)

Here's something dumb I wrote as a poem, somewhat dedicated to Ogden Nash who I'm half-obsessing over, originally posted in my DeviantArt account.

I'm not sure you could understand it

Not in the way that I planned it

But in the form of whatnot poetry,

Ogden Nash has taken over me.

And while I can't write a good light verse

I just remember I may do it worse

Writing takes time, often meticulous

Yet I'm writing stuff that's absurd and ridiculous.

Sunday - 7/1/24 (5:24 - 5:27 PM)

I took a holiday from school, but now I'm coming back. I turned 18, jumping from the last age. I ate, drank, had a good break. Made a few interests along the way. Got an album done, if amateurish. Celebrated the New Year. Took time to relax with family, and that's all that matters.

Saturday - 6/1/24 (9:24 - 9:26 PM)

It would be nice for everyone. It would be nice for everyone. Oh what a lovely way to be. Oh what a lovely way to be.

Friday - 5/1/24 (9:12 - 9:14 PM)

It's funny, honestly. Here I am worrying about my upcoming school return, and all I did in the break was just slack off. I quite like my slacker mentality, even if it is a bit unhelpful for me

Thursday - 4/1/24 (10:17 - 10:19 PM)

Everytime I try to make a sentence in real life (heck, maybe even typing this), all the words get flubbed up. I'm kind of a shy person when it comes to communication, and there's a lot of things that I'd like to address that are in my head, but just can't due to a lack of wanting to say it. Or maybe it's because I don't have much time spent here (probably a good thing, if considered).

Wednesday. - 3/1/24 (2:25 - 2:29PM)

I live in an odd household. I don't want to tell much about it, but let me just say that there have been cases of rats ever since I lived here. In the past, they weren't really noticed by me, and only noticed by others. Now, I'm a bit more fearful of them. The same goes for cockroaches, but I've been scared of them since day one. Always had to pack a spare bug spray whenever they suddenly crawl into the living room floor. A few times, I had to use a combination of bathroom chemicals to kill them, whether it is shampoo or baby lotion.

Tuesday. - 2/1/24 (8:28 - 8:31PM)

Everytime I try to think of a topic to type here, I'll always get sidetracked by something out of the ordinary. For example: I wish my mucus would go away. I had that problem noticed a year ago (maybe two), and it hasn't gone away. I don't know what to think about it. I'm always weirded out by my inner body, and the way it functions. Maybe I'll quit this whol game and become a physiologist, or summat.

Monday. - 1/1/24 (10:25 - 10:30PM)

I have too many dreams where I'm in a remote place. Malls, apartments, remnants of schools, even entire streets. I feel as if that's a common theme in my dreams, due to me being in an urban environment for a noticeable quarter in my life. It's not unusual to have running ideas in your dreams, though for me it's at random. Sure, I have a few dreams where I'm in a mall-like area, but there's also ones where nothing makes sense. Such is the case as the ones that take place in areas that resemble indoor playgrounds - always admired them, and always though of them as surreal. If I were to direct a surrealist film, it would probably have a playground sequence, or something of resemblance.

A real detailed and definitely not forced retrosprctive of 2023... In 20 words or less. - 31/12/23 (8:39 - 8:40 PM)

At least it sucked less than last year (that ain't saying something).

As I'm Writing This, The Fan's Turned On - 23/12/23 (10:09 - 10:15 PM)

More stuff regarding my life will be talked about, most notably on what kind of daily occurances happened... if there were any. For one thing, I've been noticing that habit again of sleeping in the early morning, which is something I got to break. Maybe after typing this out, I'll sleep again and hope that I can wake up in a feasible time. Next thing I'd like to say is that my computer's been slow while typing this - don't ask why. And finally, I might put up a few more art (probably a video too) before Christmas rolls around (Dec 25th).

That is all.

Look! A Free Poem! - 22/12/23 (6:37 - 6:39 PM)

I came inside the door. It's more of a door, actually. Am I bored, so I just entered that door? I don't know anymore.

Let's Talk Nonsense - 19/12/23 (12:47 - 12:52 PM)

I can't think of much to do for this day right now. Sure, there are the things I'm trying to accomplish, but it's either m incompetence / laziness that's been stunting me, or the fact that I'm a bit unqualified for finishing things Of course, I have to at least try and get my stuff done and done before the year comes to a close. The other thing I'd like to discuss was yesterday, and it was real fun. Went to a spa that I visited in my youth, which was real refreshing. Problem was I had to go home early becaus of stomach problems (it always has to be that). Other than mishap, yesterday was great. Now? I don't know. I'm still figuring out what to do first...

I'm too scared to tell you. - 17/12/23 (11:17 - 11:20 PN)

The thing of question. It made me shiver when mentioned. My mind fell through. I'm too scared to tell you.

What does the water taste like? - 16/12/2023 (1:19 - 1:29 AM)

The title came up to my head, and now I have to make something worthy for it.

You know what bothers me about making these things? When I'm on my phone, it's a bit of a pain to wait for my keyboard to respond. I don't know if it is a problem on my end or anything, but know that I did this less often due to me typing on a phone, and not on a computer. Complaint over, now back to other subjects.

As far as I noticed (and by far, I mean yesterday and now), this whole week has been a barrage of oddness. There were the projects I had to for my (undisclosed) school, and then there was me recording stuff for my upcoming album, and lastly was my said (undisclosed) school's Christmas party... It happened. In summary; the whole 5 days went by a flash, but it was certainly something. Anxiously hoping on what the weekend will bring.

Holy crap, it's the last month now?! - 15/12/2023 (12:32 - 12:43 AM)

It feels as if that I'm now treading along when it comes to writing things like these. I've had a lot of ideas in mind when it came for stuff to talk about, though admittedly they are just small details or things I find quote-unquote "interesting". For lack of a better... something, all I can say is that it's been quite a year for moe. As this was the year the whole "SBG" thing got into effect, and that whole domino causation suddenly verged into reality like it always does. Without anything happening this year, these writings may not exist, and only in that realm of semi-existence, that is too complicated to handle within one's reality. I mean, if I could say anymore about this year; it's the year where I moved out of being in cruddy schools, and moved into a school that is less cruddy (still not perfect, but what is?).

As for projects, My (undisclosed) school sent me for the Christmas break, which gives me ample time to at least finish stuff - whether it will happen or not. As a matter of fact, if I had to describe this year in a few it would be: "At least you're now trying to have something to work on".... Okay, maybe not entirely those words (look at the dates of each and every one of these writings), but rings to a fault.

Honestly, I'm just hoping that I can get back to writing and doing what I want to do, because that's what matters in life. The only way to find truth is to think individually, or at least some variation of it.

I should really wrtie a piece about my time in the 10th grade - 25/11/2023 (9:14 AM)

But I'm too afraid to do that.

Too tired to write an actual article. - 19/11/2023 (2:56 - 3:02 AM)

I don't know what to add here. I guess I could say that this weeks been a real me-pleaser, and also an odd one at that. My father and sister left for a trip somewhere early in the week, making most hours of Mondays to Fridays oddly quiet and solemn. They're back now, and thank goodness. Yestertay and today, a birthday party is being held for a relative of mine, a lot of people are/were in my house, and I have no sensible comment on that. Currently moping as usual, while listening to Devo's Mechanical Man EP - cool band, wished they made more stuff in their earlier years. And in keeping up with the theme of """quirky""" music, I made a comfort(?) playlist for my presumable mental disorder, here. If you don't wanna listen to a bunch of stuff that sounds like pea soup, that's fine too. At this rate, Chineez Earfquaykz is never coming out.

Stick Brought Up Hands - 12/11/2023 (6:14 - 6:18 AM)

I have a runny nose, and a habit of biting the insides of my left cheek when I eat, both of which are awful, but does that make me special? It's currently a real morning here, and already I'm ferling a solid "I have to make an entry on this" feeling, finally. Took me a long while to... If these were the only things left of me, I'd have no idea what to think about that.

5 Word Entry let's go. - 3/11/2023 (11:54 - 11:55 AM)

It's kind of nice here.

What to do with a website that's already finished? - 31/10/2023 (12:12 -12:18 PM)

Jesus, it's beeen a while since I've updated this page with anything. Well, better late than never, since I was going to make it a pastime filling this with entries. Problem is that I'm an easily distracted person, and well... I get sidetracked a lot with my stuff. With that out of the way, I question what sort of new thingy I could do to add, or at least improve, on this here website. It's kind of a question that's been lingering on the back of my head for so long, that it feels like its been that since forever. Granted, I'm not the most active individual when it comes to this, nor am I going to make this my whole life, though I will put myself into a position to care about this more and post a few more entries here, if the times right. Also, yessterday I've shown this site to one of my relatives and he thought it was alright, which is kind of a step-up in the right direction. Also also, Happy Halloween. Hope that there's no rabies to get you screwed up.

Quickie Entry #1 - 19/10/2023 (10:08 - 10:02 PM)

Well, it's safe to say that my sickness is gone, as well as my diarrhea. I can finally do my projects now with relative ease, though I am nervous of what I eat now. Still, I got to be thankful that I survived the whole ordeal, but I digress. I don't have much to say as this is just a quick one, but I am again glad to get back in the swing of things.

Cough Your Mouth if You Believe - 16/10/2023 (8:42 - 8:50 AM)

It might come as a surprise to anyone reading this, but over the past two days I have developed some sort of sickness. I'm unsure what was the cause for it, but the only possible culprit was on - of all days - Friday the 13th. What a way to end such a day.... Anyways, My first day experiences of this said sickness were stomach cramps and a heavy amount of vomiting (I coundted all the times I did, and they total to 5). 2nd day was at least getting better for me, since I took medicime and gave percautions for food and other things. Apparently I have this thing called a 'stomach flu', which isn't lethal or anything, but it felt very disorienting to my health during the first day. Now at least I'm recovering, but with a slight case of... stomach cramps, and diarrhea. Yeah.

Friday the 13th - 13/10/2023

Why do I care so much about this day? Is it because it's the second time the good old Friday and the 13th day of the month hav crossed paths this year? Is it because it's happening directly on October? Well, it's both of them, and I can't deny my enthusiasm because of it. I've been so obsessed with keeping up with that number. I tend to do that sometimes when days that don't seem important to anyone else feel important to me. Examples like 3/14, 4/20, 7/11, all good examples... even If I don't do much in there, I still find it intriguing. Yet, Friday the 13th is a special case. Is it because we still live in a world filled with superstitions, and I'm just poking fun at it, by celebrating something that is considered 'bad luck'? Maybe... maybe not. But hey, it's happening on October, the month where we celebrate the spookiness of the world. So yeah, it's pretty much a coincidence, but for me and the world of the world we just can't seem to get enough of them. So... Happy Friday the 13th on October! Probably more eventful for me than the last one in January.