Yeah, I thought it was an emu.

So many opinions, ideas and critiques...yet I think there's no point in doing a post because there's nothing to write about. There is an infinite number of things to write about, I mean, I could simply write about what there is to write about, or create something to write about. Sometimes, you just can't be bothered, or feel what you write won't be any good anyway, so there's no point.

Also, time for dinner. This post was rather redundant.

I believe I put it somewhere near my dignity.

There's always ideas and thoughts swirling around my head...and some of them are interesting enough - some are even quite deep. In the end, I never really expand on them or articulate them. It's a problem, perhaps I'm just lazy.

Also, I had a bit of a humbling experience today - I was reading a critique of a poem I am studying, and it was absolutely brilliant. I really wish I could put my thoughts and feelings on any topic or situation into words, like she did. The flow and structure of the entire piece was honestly one of the best reviews I have ever read. Hopefully as I improve and stop being so lazy when writing, I'll be able to write like that as well.

On the topic of integrity, I am really enjoying poetry. So deep, and full of meaning - absolutely packed with emotion and information. Single sentences, that would take two or more paragraphs just to explain. I have never had so much respect for poetry as I do now - I appreciate it now more than ever.

Poetry is an art form - a powerful tool for human expression.

My ears are golden.

Well, I had originally planned to go somewhere quiet, free from any shenanigans - like a lounge or a small bar. Of course, sometimes things don't go to plan.

After being drenched by seemingly endless rain...we finally made it to Camberwell....you know, because we wanted to get there and all. We then jumped on a train, back to Glenferrie station, as the streets of Camberwell seemed like a desolate wasteland, full of drunken murmurings, and sad, alcoholic folks at pubs. It wasn't looking too fun, especially not for us wild and crazy guys. I mean, this was like 10:30, and we had already walked from Hawthorn to Camberwell. What the hell were we doing?

Back at Glenferrie, we were far too wet and cold to care what place we went into. We just needed somewhere, anywhere.

So, we went to one of the biggest clubs in Melbourne.

Yep.

$20 entry fee, and $13 Smirnoffs. It was quaint.

It was experience...a very expensive experience. I hope I can go out again, when it's dry and we all have enough funds. I think it could be enjoyable, if there was proper planning and a good night.

If I had a million bucks.

I think I'll write a blog post instead of doing this math work.

I've came to a realisation about friends, and their personal loyalties to you. They can be easily broken and distorted. I hate to sound as if I'm whining, but at this point, I feel a tad low.

I won't really expand from that point about friends, though, it is comforting to know certain family members are there (even if they do lack funds). It seems a much greater friendship has grown out of spending time together then I had originally envisioned. It's positive thing of course though.

I am losing motivation for school very quickly. I want these holidays to come.

I am constant confused by what I feel and want my thoughts. Sometimes you feel you don't even know yourself, and you realise the way people see and perceive you is a total contrast to the reality, or at least how you think of yourself.

Unfortunately I tend to turn to classical, jazz or rap when I feel like this. Let us hope Saturday night is much fine.

I'll stop being a winging wanker (hey, alliteration) now. Back to the mundane.

Also, my phone is lagging something chronic (lol, Dr. Dre), and errors are a plenty.

Remedy for Lost Friends

I've noticed I come off as a tad pretentious when I write. I apologise for expelling such, all encompassing shit.

But, hey...every other writer on the internet does too. I use the word "writer" loosely. th

Birthday soon as well. 18. I'm ready for nothing to change.

Irate-bull

I've noticed that I've become a little short tempered lately. Though, in saying this, I am still reasonable enough, I believe to have not just got angry at someone for no reason. However, if I have, I apologise.

This won't be a real post, as I hadn't the time, but I wanted to update, and explain my absence, which had been due to my fractured arm and school exams. Sorry, audience.

I had some thoughts today, about the fabric of our existence, and the cohesiveness of our perceived reality.
Ideas, thoughts, conditioned elements around us so could easily collapse - the security infrastructure we set up within our unconscious self could easily fall apart.

Interesting to think just how fragile we are. It is not what happens to us physically that will destroy us, it's mentally. Unless you're like shot or some shit.

Memoirs of a crazed conformist.

I quite like that blog title.



I wish it could be put to better use.

Transcending dystopia.

There is a huge amount about this world we simply do not know.

Do I refer to the unknown reaches of our own world? A utopia of myth and legend we have yet to discover? No. I mean the secrets of man.

We do not know, or fully realise what our government does, or organisations, or companies. We do not really know anything. We are so hugely influenced  and dependant on the media, that they can simply tell us anything and we will blindly believe it.

Everyone has differing opinions on the Wikileaks site and its content. You are entitled to one - perhaps you believe that the knowledge is too dangerous and the public shouldn't know, or you may think we have the right to know. The fact remains though, it shows how distorted the media and government it. A story, or event is never one sided, nor is it even two - there are always multiple perspectives and truths to it, that we simply do not know or understand.

I find it unbelievably interesting looking back through time to different societies, and the secrets they held. The organisations that did the bidding of the respective person (or people) in power without their subjects knowing, or the underground networks of contacts they established. It's hugely interesting, and there is just a wealth of knowledge available, which gives a clear indication of how humanity works and what positions of power do.

It would be foolish to deny the existence of secrets doings of how officials in this day and age. We know this, and on occasion government will admit to it, usually spinning the angle that it's for our greater good or national protection.

Nothing is cut and dry, black and white or a single layer. There is always something below that surface.

I seem to lack the determination...or perhaps I think an essay will bore you to write full detailed blogposts on my inner mind and workings. I unsure whether people would be interested.

Another quick point - when we seek the truth, is it because we believe it is right? Is it? Do we do it for the greater good, to help something, to uncover injustices? Do we? Do you tell someone about a situation that was previously perceived incorrectly, as to give them closure or bring someone to justice, because you believe it is right? Morally right?

Do you? Or do you do it because humans inherently do not won't to be wrong?

Man (in a general humanity sense) does not want to be proven incorrect. If we can prove what we're saying to be the "truth" then we are right - we win, you win.

Perhaps we're naturally evil, selfish beings that are and always will be the masters of our own demise.

Wrongboarding.

I am in considerable amounts of pain.

Freaking cars.

I hate you.

Fight the power.

Wonton Destruction: The Destruction of Wontons.

I am at school at the moment. Yes, I am school going lad, and I do enjoy my time here. There's a privallage with going to school - something we take so unapologetically for granted. We don't even comprehend what we're given and able to take grasp of.

We're gaining an education - knowledge. A tool so powerful and vital it's astonishing some us don't even enjoying gaining it.

I know I am sounding self-righteous here, and I did pretend, even for a second, that I am some super intelligent student, who is organised and constantly gets top marks. I am unmotivated, unorganised and not nearly doing as well as I'd like to be. The point is though, I do appreciate my learning and education - what knowledge I can gain, and the power of it.

It is not a gun, or money that truly gives you power, it is knowledge. It is out collection of information from the environment around us that allows us to succeed. Everytime we attempt a task, we use our knowledge, our past failure, our experiences and common sense to approach and complete it.

It can't be understated just how intergral information and knowledge collection is.

I am sorry, my gorgeous friends, but I must leave now. School is ending soon...and I have yet to start my work, which just reinforces my argument perfectly.

Thank you. Good day.

Yo, that's a damn fine squid.

I think it's time to get the juices flowing - just let it all hang out. Let's write some complete randomness. I'll tell you about my day, you tell me about yours? That way we both get a go at pretending to listen.

I bought a longboard (no, a skateboard) a couple days, and I must say, I am loving it. I mean, I almost broke my leg today and I bent my back way too far back, but damn, it's pretty fun.

Just riding down a hill, wind in your hair...then realising you need to stop. I simply bail, or as a I like to call it "flailing and landing". I think I am getting better...then again, it's the second day...so let's not get ahead of ourselves here.

I just spaced twice and the whole writing area extended. I wish my love life was like that.

Don't even know what that meant, but it sounds like it has the potential to be witty.

I know what you're thinking, friend: "This isn't Anthony? What is this shit?"

That's true, and perhaps this inconsistent stream of thoughts is a bit similar to his blogging style, but to hell with it - I'ma going to roll with it and see how it goes...for this post. Then I'll get back to deep thoughts. I promise.

I need to figure out why my graphic tablet keeps becoming unresponsive over time, which requires me to reinstall the drivers. It's very troublesome.

I really wish The Black Keys and The White Stripes would do a concert together. I'd adore that in fact. I'd buy two tickets - just so they knew I was wanting to see them both equally.

Also, the GTA V trailer is out soon. I don't care what you think. I love me some GTA. GTA being an acronym for "Great Tasting Aidan" obviously. Humour, what's going on? Hey, where you going?

Maybe next I replicate someone else's style - Matt, you're next. You know what, fuck originality, none of us are anyway - we're just building of another foundation laid, or even being a carbon copy. I probably won't post another blog like this, but in all honesty, this really was just a stream of thoughts. Though, the result was a little lacklustre.

Another service announcement.

Mentally and physically I feel weak at times - though some occasions stem from being inebriated, often it's simply just a situation or event that's happened/happening.

It's the combination of both that gives the feeling of extreme helplessness. You give up at the task at hand or just don't attempt anything new - it's an awful sensation. Some would consider it depression, but it's sporadic and adheres to no pattern that simply calling it depression would be labelling it too simply. Perhaps sporadic depression. Perhaps.

I can't claim to be depressed or even remotely close to be - I wouldn't dare compare myself with those that actually have severe depression and/or mental problems. It's just something that can occur and has occurred from time to time. How strange the human psyche is.