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I don't think I moan on here that much anymore. I always went by "moanyjack" because I get accused of moaning a lot, so I thought "fuck it, they want me to moan? Fine" - of course they didn't actually WANT me to moan... Anyway, it actually rather upset me, being told I moan too much. Maybe I do, but I'm not that bothered. Besides, I like to think I have at least cut down, if nothing else.
So I decided to re-name the blog and such. I couldn't think of anything particularly distinctive about this blog over all the other hundreds of thousands, so I just sorta went with that...
This may cut down my audience of 5 to 3, but that's just a chance I'll have to take.

[Edit] After re-reading the last post, I guess at least 50% of what I post on here is negative. Whether it be irritatingly moany or just observational is neither here nor there, it's justification enough to at least keep this URL, if just for the time being. Do I moan too much? Is it a bad thing? To be honest, I do believe I'm justified in most of what I moan about anyway, no matter how irritating it is. Like the religion thing. If you had a Muslim confront you every day when you go to make a cup of tea about how "the prophet Mohamed ate with his hands and so you should put that cutlery back in the drawer" ("What? And eat like a tramp?"), then I'm sure you'd pass comment on it. Haha, look, I'm moaning about moaning.

Life goes on.

Fade out again

The latest Lostprophets single is very good. In fact, I really like the whole album. Also been listenin' to a fair bit of Bob Dylan. Good stuff.
Mmm, not much new is going on. You really can't count on people. I gave this fella £40 for some stuff which he was supposed to bring to me Monday. Rescheduled for Tuesday. I waited by my 'phone all night, and nothing. I then found out that he didn't have time in the end, but didn't think to let me know. I think he was on a lot of drugs, but still.
The last episode of Skins was amazing and prompted me to borrow some Cat Stevens off my Dad. Good music, shame he gave it up for religion. That seems so ludicrous to me; giving up music. I suppose not finding religion would seem ludicrous to him, though.
I'm getting tired of people pushing their faith in my face, but I suppose trying to convert people is part and parcel of most modern religions. I like Buddhism, if I liked it more than my current lifestyle, I'd probably have a stab at being Buddhist for a while. I'm gettin' by, though.
13 weeks and 2 days until I quit my job. Too long.

So if consciousness could exist in the 2nd dimension, they wouldn't be able to perceive 3D shapes; they would only see a bit at a time... Like a cross section. So if "time" or space-time or whatever is the 4th dimension and we are 3 dimensional beings, we are only perceiving a cross section of time at a time; makes sense. That's why we experience the passage of time.
Of course, squares don't have consciousness... Do you think beings exist in the 4th dimension with some sort of hyper-consciousness? Do you think they talk about us as though we were squares? Is that God?
I typed "probably not", but I don't know why that's unlikely.
So, say this is the 3rd dimension... Is there another dimension of 2 planes? Because 2D shapes don't really exist here; just really, really thin things. So is there a reality of the 2nddimension?
Again, probably not, but I don't really know why.

Tacos are delicious. Street Spirit is very hard to play. I want some tea.

MOHS d33d

It's incredible how much music can make you feel. Vibrations floating through the air and stimulating a bone in a hole in the side of your head, which sends electronic pulses to the brain, or something. Then again, what is a feeling? How does the brain work? It'd be neat-o to know. But then, maybe understanding our feelings and emotions might detract from how powerful they can feel. Ignorance is bliss?
Gonna buy a new computer sometime. Sachio spec'd me a decent machine, I'll buy the parts when I get my criminal-compensation-jazz through, then he said he'd help me build it. Such a nice guy.
I need a new guitar tuner. My dad claimed it was MIA in my messy, messy room, I claimed that he had misplaced it with his senile mind. I tidied my room; no tuner. He has yet to reconfigure his brain.
GEOFF SAYS: "LIGHT UP!" - got to make that t-shirt. I love my dad, but he pisses me off so much. It's a strange relationship. Sometimes we talk like old mates, sometimes we argue like worst enemies. Probably because we are so similar. He bought the new Willy Mason album, so gotta love that.
BUT YEAH - my acoustic is all out of tune, and tuning it aurally to a keyboard is eeeeffffooooorrrrrrtttt (still, I imagine I'll do that later). God damn I cannot wait for July. Komasket is going to be siiiiiick, not to mention the rumors I've heard about this rave after it.
Drugs? Acoustic guitars? Beautiful scenery? Lovely weather? Wonderful people? Lack of responsibility? I'll take four weeks, thanks.
And Reading, kaloo-kalay, managed to get a ticket in the end, thanks to Alissa. Also, got a green-car-park-pass: no boat for me THIS year.
I haven't made any music for a while, should get back on that.

Shit, 14 weeks 'til July. That's far more than I anticipated. Well, best do some drugs, get rid of that consciousness for a while.

JUSTICE

Two years ago, on my way home from school, I was approached by a group of scum in Eltham Bus Station. They asked me for 50p, then proceeded to rummage through my pockets, punching me four times in the face when I resisted, knocking my front tooth out of place and walking away with nothing more than my iPod and a glance at their knuckles.
I recently learned that the ringleader (and, as it happens, the one who did the face assaulting) had been stabbed and was lucky to be alive.
Today I received a confirmation letter informing me that I am to be awarded compensation for my experience. This is to be in the form of a cheque for £1,250.00.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA

Probably the best thing ever

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But I guess I am pretty stoned.

I know I don't understand how they forget...

For a couple of girls, Azure Ray are amazing. " I know I don't understand how they forget" - last night I laid awake for a good few hours thinking about far too much, about all the things I've done wrong, and all the times I've been wronged, and all the good times and all the bad. It made me feel like I was about to burst, and remembering it does, too. Either burst, or just vomit. Weird.
My laptop is shoddy these days. Everything I do causes it to hang for at least two seconds. I removed a few programs (but none which run in the background, so I doubt it lightened the load on my processor). Damn, when I watch the screen, what I'm typing is about 2 letters behind where my fingers are. That's poor.
I increased the amount of hard-drive space which may be used as RAM, however I think this is perhaps only incase of emergency or something, because it doesn't seem to be performing much better.
You know it's time for a new machine when it struggles to run MSN and iTunes simultaneously. And a web browser? Sucka, you must be dreamin'.
Ho, hum. 78 days of work left. Not bad, I suppose.
I wonder who came up with the examples for the "Labels for this post" field on here: "scooters, vacation, fall". I suppose people write blogs concerning their holidays fairly frequently, but who's writing about scooters and a season? Not to mention a season which is not currently occurring in America or England. Not that America gives a shit about England, as long as we do what it says. I know very little about politics. And philosophy. And everything, really. There's so much to know in the world, I'm not sure how people keep up. I mean, I'm hardly an idiot, how do the masses blag their way through elections and such? I don't know. I suspect someone will come up with a really clever response to this. Most likely Greg or Hugo. S'weird, I've never even met you, Hugh. Come to my house at easter, yeah? Gonna do lots of psycho-whatsit drugs. It'll be fun. HOW hilarious would it be if my parents stumbled across this blog? I gave them my YouTube address, luckily they didn't spot the bong in any of the movies from summer.




I got new shoes, and I really like them. If I see you in the near future, I'll probably say "look at my new shoes!". They aren't that good, really, but I've been a converse man for so long now, I'm enjoying the change.







Nine Inch Nails on Wed, woop.

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