HAR HAR HAR ARH RHA
I was showing my friend Hunter Flash, so we recorded a sound file and put it to some stupid picture.
I’m in one of Terkoiz’s animations, I didn’t realize until just today when Darky showed me.
Check it out: http://terkoiz.deviantart.com/art/The-Grape-Battle-of-ShiftLimit-99134798
I explode! x3
WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Is it better to quickly take the simple route and get so-so results, or is it better to take the more complex way to do things, and put time into it, and maybe get a better result, or possibly nothing?
And I’m not talking about school or anything. D:
I’m thinking the simple route is the way to go, there’s a much better chance at success when I have limited options, but the complex way and its possible rewards are just so alluring.
It’s like playing blackjack, as soon as you’re dealt the cards, you have a chance of winning. The higher you get, the more you have a chance of winning. But as soon as you think you’re set, the fucking face card comes and busts you, throwing any chance of winning into a wood chipper.
Leaving the metaphor, I’m back to having no fucking clue what to do.
Hi, yeah, this blog is really boring right now, I need something to spice things up.
I know it’s pretty pointless to ask because nobody’s reading this, but if you’ve got some sort of idea I’d love to hear it, leave a comment or something.
._.
I can’t really think of anything interesting to write about.
I could write about food, but I’ve had like 5 sandwiches and I don’t really want to think about food right now.
I could write about my laptop, but people probably don’t want to read about a slightly useful piece of shit.
I could write about my cat, but I’m afraid he might sense my thoughts and come sit on my lap for another 2 hours.
I could write about how little money I have, but that’s not even true because I’m going to have some soon.
I could write about my day, but it wasn’t interesting at all.
I could write about the relationship I’m in, but that’s not exactly a good idea since I’m not in one.
I could write about the internet, but really, who uses that thing anymore?
I could write about my animations, but random stickfigures flailing around in a bleached room isn’t exactly an interesting literary subject.
I could write about not having anything to write abou-wait wtf
Fuck, I forgot about this shit again.
GOD DAMMIT
Ahh, I’ll post something interesting soon.
I was so exited a few days ago, I was going to a megadeth concert.
See, Megadeth is one of my favorite bands, I thought it would be an awesome day, and yet, no.
We took the bus there, alright, that was fine.
When we got there, this shitty band called Job For a Cowboy was playing, it seemed to last forever, we just hung out outside until they finished.
After a while, they finished, and we went inside, thinking megadeth was going to play now, but no, Children of Bodom were playing.
So we figured Megadeth MUST be coming after them, right? We start heading outside so we can run around in the grass and shit, but it turns out we can’t go outside, there’s no in and out privaleges, except for the smoker’s pit.
Fuck.
So we just go out to the smoker’s pit, a long time passes, Children of Bodom finish, so it’s GOTTA be Megadeth’s turn now right?
No.
Some other shitty band called In Flames starts playing, and by now we’re getting pretty fucking pissed off due to the fact that Megadeth is the only reason we came here in the first place.
We’re back into the seating places and stuff now, and we look up and see a ton of empty seats, really high up, there’s only a few people up there, it would be pretty cool. So we go up there, everybody’s fine with it, security guys even check us, they don’t give a shit.
In Flames is still playing, they’ve been playing for quite a while now, and we’re getting more and more bored.
So we decide to wander around the seats, see where else we could hang out.
We walk around for a while, we’re about to the side of the stage, when some security fags come and talk to us, they seem pissed, they start talking to us about how we’re backstage or some shit, and how they have to kick us out now. They say we’re in a roped off area, cept’ there’s no fucking ropes. We tell them that, they don’t give a shit, the just start pushing harder and harder, and they actually slam one of my friends into the door, trying to open it with him and look tough, which was pretty stupid, with the door being locked and all.
So they kick us out, we start yelling at them, normal stuff.
We sit down on the curb, and guess who we hear playing?
Megadeth.
FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK
aaghhhhfuck
This poor stickman suffers a cruel fate.
Eternal repetitive death.
I could just cry.
I’m about to have some hot steamy noodles.
SPICY CHICKEN NOODLES
