Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Learn a thing a day

Today I have learned something new. I learned how CD-R and CD-RW discs and writers work. This somewhat inspired me to learn something new everyday. I know that this won't last, but as long as it will, being a little bit smarter never hurt anyone. With this light thought, I will change the layout to something more cheery and professional looking. Thank you, http://www.howstuffworks.com.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

About time

Well, I've been pretty bored today, so I thought I would sit down and write an entry. First of all my MSN doesn't work. At all. Or windows messenger either. It sucks, but life id better without it. I did my english ISP today. I think it went well. Um, I have a science test to study for. It's actually quite sad that I have nothing to write about. This upcoming long weekend I am going to Montreal, so I will post something then.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005


Well, it has most certainly been quite a while since my last post. I have not been especially busy, and I was most certainly pretty bored most of the time. And even though I have a project worth 15% of my total English mark die tomorrow, I am taking time out of my non-busy schedule to do this, finally publish another entry. Nothing to write...wait for a different entry..

Sunday, May 08, 2005


I was bored as usual, when I decided to strike up a conversation with a person I know, on MSN, who I know fairy well, but whose name I won't mention, as it is irrelevant. After we typed a few lines, I suddenly got that sharp feeling, a mix between deja vu, and what would be considered as the sixths sense. I felt that sensation that the person was mocking me. It was very, very subtle, but it seemed to be there. I'm probably very paranoid, but I can't help but think a little different about that person. All of a sudden I got feeling sort of quiet. I don't feel like talking right now. Just writing. So I'll write.

I'll write about different things, or just random thoughts of mine. Maybe I'll just write about nothing, about how bored I am, which is what I am doing right now. This isn't really that personal, it's just what I'm thinking. Someone might say that your thought are the most personal things, but I don't think that way. Of course your thought are usually worth more that an average material thing, unless you think useless information, about other people, which is the lowest form of information. But I think that a person's thoughts are not that private. A persons feeling, or their memories are much more private. A penny for your thoughts. That is how much they are worth. A penny. Of course, the penny might be considered for not the monetary value, which seems to be almost nothing, but a relative value, compared to something really personal.

I am writing about nothing. My thoughts. Nothing bad, nothing provocative, nothing that should grab a persons attention. Just my thoughts. A penny each. So far this entry would be worth less than a small candy. Although a small candy can be of different value to everyone, which would mean that so would this entry. To me it is fairly valuable. It is an outlet to what I'm thinking, which can be somewhat strange. At this point in time, I sort of wish that no one will ever read this. At the same time I feel the need to publish it, so that I can feel the satisfaction of my thoughts being out there. I can use this for further reference, when I am looking at an inkblot test.

That may have looked as something done to death, but I don't care. I am writing about nothing. My thoughts. I feel sort of disappointed that my thoughts aren't worth that much, even to me, but it will be interesting to look at that I was thinking in the future. I can change moods, and my thoughts very fast. I can become happy, funny, or angry pretty fast, respectively to the ease of change. Right now I am bored. I am not thinking much. I am listening to some rock music, but it sounds faded compared to the noise in my head which at this point is exactly what I am writing. This isn't exactly the kind of thing I would write about, but I am just bored right now. I am on MSN, and my list has about 100 people on it, yet I have no one to talk to. That's somewhat depressing, but I don't pay attention to that, because I am writing this entry. I am listening to depressing music as well, but I am not paying attention to that either. Currently my thoughts are all focused on the entry.

The keys on my keyboard are clacking, but I can't hear them. I can if I want to, but I don't. I'm busy. Tied up with being bored, with writing the biggest blog entry I have ever written. If someone I know finds this I will have something to be embarrased about, even though there is nothing really personal here. Just my thoughts. Each one worth about a penny. I shouldn't be worried about anyone finding this. I don't think a lot of the people that I know will have the patience to actually read this whole entry, which again is somewhat depressing, but I'm not paying attention to that. This is some of the strangest things I have written about, which is again, depressing, because I am writing about my thoughts. Some may say that it makes me a wierdo, but some of the people I know are wierd beyond anything I will ever be. I'm not saying that that is a bad thing, just a thought of mine. Just another thought, just another penny.

How much is this blog worth now? A quarter maybe. I should keep writing until it is worth at least a dollar, that way, when I look at it in the future, I won't regret writing it. My neck is somewhat tense. At this point I stopped writing about what I'm thinking, to what I'm feeling. A feeling is more personal than a thought, because it is more individual. A lot of people may share the same kinds of thoughts, but not a lot of people can feel the same thing, even if it is as trivial and stupid as a tense neck. That is why a feeling is more valuable than a though. That was more of a personal thought, an opinion I just shared with you. It can even be classified as a tendency, the highest class of conversation. I think it it worth more than a penny. I am still short of a dollar, so I will keep writing.

More people keep signing into MSN, but there is still no one to talk to. Now I feel I should correct myself. There are people to talk to, but there isn't anyone to have a conversation with. There is a difference between a house and a home. That I think, was also worth slightly more than a penny, but I still don't have a dollars worth of thought, so I will keep writing. Right now I am slighly afraid that if my computer crashes I will lose this entry, and I won't be able to write one as meaningfull. I'm still not so afraid as to save it as a draft, so it isn't worth a dollar yet, I have to keep thinking. Right now I don't think I am thinking, yet I am. It is impossible to stop thinking. If you are trying to, you are thinking about not thinking. Even when you are asleep, you are thinking, you just wont remember it tomorrow morning.

A dream is a thought, but it has your memoies and feeling in it. A dream combines some of the most valuable things a person can have, that is why a dream is more valuable than anything else, it is the most private, the most individual, unique and personal. It is therefore more valuable. I think that my last thought was one of the most valuable ones so far, so I am close to a dollar.

A person to talk to came on MSN just now. I wonder if we can have a conversation. I should find out. No, not really. He has simply found something on the internet that might resemble something related to me. I is a faulty link, so I won't find out. Now he is trying to send it to me in a different way. This is hardly a conversation. At this point in time, I saved this as a draft, so it is valued as a dollar or above worth of thoughts. I think it is time to publish.

Twelfth Night

In English we were given yet another assignement that is wierd, but probably has a point to it, because yesterday I realised that there is a method to people's madness. The assignment is to act out and memorize a part of Shakespeares ironic and not especailly funny comedy entitield Twelfth Night. Our group is responsible for Act 4, Scene 1. I play the clown. Here are my lines:

Clown Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you?

Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady
to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario;
nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so.

Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some great man and now applies it to a fool.
Vent my folly! I am afraid this great lubber, the world,will prove a cockney.
I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness and tell me what I shall vent to my
lady: shall I vent to her that thou art coming?

By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise men that give fools money
get themselves a good report--after fourteen years' purchase.

his will I tell my lady straight: I would not be in some of your coats for two pence.
And technically, I'm supposed to memorise that too. Shouldn't be too hard, but nevertheless I'm way too lazy to do this.


Oh geez, I'm so freaking bored. I woke up at like..9:30 today, and after I ate some raspberries, micro croissants and milk for breakfast, I get on the computer, and I'm still talking to this Russian guy I know right now. We're playing rock paper scissors. That's how bored I am. Yesterday, I finished reading To Build a Fire which turned out to be just a short story. The story is about a guy who lives in Yukon, and decided to get out in -60 degree cold. Then he fell in water. I should mention that at that temperature spit will freeze before it hits the ground. Good story. Good read, recommend it.

Saturday, May 07, 2005


I read a book! That's quite an accomplishment, actually. The book in question is none other than The Call of The Wild by Jack London. A great adventure story taking place in Yukon during the gold rush. Written from a dog's point of view it's a great story of survival and transformation. Highly recommend it. Next up: White Fang (again, but this time in English) and To Build a Fire. Same author, he's a great classic novelist.


This is probably not what you think it is. My dad
took me to some park today, and he took this picture.
Pretty cool.


I came across the fact that you can still get a hold of ALF, an 80's comedy TV show where a furry extra terrestrial who eats cats comes into a simple family. It's 20 years old, but still great, so get in on the fun. Or not, whatever you want. I know I will.

New blog

This is my new Blog. It will be more interesting then my MSN Space. I hope... It will be easier and less stupid to use because it is Firefox compatible, so expect me to almost abandon my MSN Space, and come here because it's just plain BETTER. Even though it has no photo albums or Music Lists, I don't use those anyways. And this looks cooler...