The way I looked and the things I said...

Dad started digging through the photo chest today and started pulling out some old photos of me. It's an odd thing looking at yourself when you were younger. And thinking about the things that I did when I was that young.

So thats the way I looked taken care of.

Now for the things I said. I said I was going to branch out in the blog and not just "bitch about the ball". And then I continued bitching about the ball. So while there is going to be an element about the ball, this blog post isn't going to be mainly about it. 

But that presents me with a problem. What am I supposed to talk about? Sure there's music and movies and such but the only reason people actually read movie and music blogs is if they actually care about it. And I don't expect people who read this to care about my opinion on music or movies or anything else. And if they did I'm probably friends with them. 

So now I'm going to talk to you people, if there are any, about my design assignment. We have to design a "Local Entity or Event". Now normally Entity is a pretty big word, or rather a complex and un-understood word. So I'm doing a Band. They're called Conflicted Interest and I'm actually basing them off me and my friends. Well actually they're in this fictional band. 

Well the internet isn't being very obliging so I'm posting this while I can.

I'm Out Seya. 

A close Game and a good Game.

We had a sports exchange today. And this year it was our turn to host the exchange. However we lost.

My team, (I play football, or Soccer if your American) lost 5-4. But while we are both the 1st teams for our schools, the other guys were are a cut above anybody else in our grade, so we're quite proud that we managed to hold them to 5-4. And that we scored that many goals against a team that good.

But anyway, my quest to prove to my parents that I'm responsible enough to go to my Girlfriends Ball hasn't been going to well. Mostly because I spent ages on the computer trying to finish an ICT assignment and apparently thats a bad thing. Also because they want me to get up early, but the alarm wasn't going off. Turns out I set it for 7:20PM. As opposed to 7:20 AM, when I wanted to get up. This is also a bad thing. But for more obvious reasons.

Well anyhow I've decided that I really need to branch out on this blog. I can't just bitch about how I might be going to the ball. Hell I don't even want to go, I just want to spend time with her. That and she said that she wanted to go but she didn't want to go by herself or with her friends. I want to make her happy. And sometimes that means giving up on some things, like not doing something. I'm not even sure if that makes sense. No wait, I'm giving up on my opinion to make her happy. There I think that makes sense. I want to make her happy, I just wish I didn't have to go to a ball.

I feel awkward in those situations. I don't like meeting new people. I like the people I know right now. I like the places I go. Why should I strike out and explore? I'm not looking for anything special. I believe I have mild Neophobia. At least I think it's Neophobia. Thats fear of new things. And if it's not Neophobia thats the fear of new things I'm sorry I mislead you.

I'm out for now. Might post again later. Seya

Principals 2

Well help may be on the way. I talked to dad about going to the ball with my girlfriend and he said he'd talk to mum about it.

However... Dad did say that there was a condition attached to this. I have to start taking responsibility for my actions and the things I decide to do. And I have to start getting up earlier as opposed to 5 minutes before we leave. But as facebook said with one of its many like pages,
"I am not a morning person, If you take my covers off I will kill you."
I will freely admit I'm a night person. I find it much easier to stay up as opposed to getting up in the morning. But I was the one who asked to go to the Ball and I need to stick to these conditions. Such as only spending 2 and a half Hours on the computer. Which coming from a 16 year old who goes home at 4 and spends until 10 maybe 12 on the computer 3 days from the week is kinda a big deal.

After thinking about it for a bit I think that it may have a little bit to do with getting me to do more things around the house and be a bit more punctual with the things I get told to do. Like instead of playing a game for half an hour then doing the dishes I should do the dishes imediately.

But the game I mainly play. League of Legends (Look it up it's a great game and its completely free) is an online PvP (Player verses Player) game. I don't have the ability to pause the game and it leaves me at a great disadvantage if I just stay where they can't kill me.

It's only until my girlfriends ball, and who knows it may actaully make a difference. So i'm going for it, just please don't let me regret it later.

I'm out. Seya.

Principals.

Greetings once again, those who stalk the internet. Now blogger tells me that 7 people have actually looked at this. It's seven more people than I expected. And I'm sorry you had to read it. Any-who back to me.

Well, I've been invited to my girlfriends ball (by my girlfriend obviously) however we go to different schools. Apparently this is a bad thing. My mum is having a nut over it because apparently she doesn't know the people supervising it and she doesn't want me in a place where it could cause me to go away from my religion.

I still don't get how going to one ball on one night would cause me to do anything bad. I mean I'm not overly religious, I don't drink, I don't smoke. What am I supposed to do? Go and have sex? Even thats out of the question as we've only been going out for a few weeks and we were both raised in a religious families.
Apparently this goes against all my mothers principals to let me go... But shes still considering so fingers crossed that I can go.

On a completely different note the Principal of my school is leaving. So we get a new one soon. Hopefully he's a bit more involved with the school than all the others.

I'm Out. Seya

We live in interesting times...

Do we? Well anyway. Nobody's ever going to read this, and if you are then hello to whatever unfortunate soul has stumbled upon this. This isn't a blog with a purpose. Well an important purpose. Well its a place for me to be me. Post things I've written in case I ever lose them, rage about stuff in my life. In fact, come to think of it, I probably should have named it, Unoriginal stuff thats going on thread. Oh well.