There is a (fictional) legend, surreptitiously whispered about a bar around the corner. The bar itself is not called 'The Bar Around The Corner' however contemporary the name seemed, due to the owner's fear of geographical inaccuracy when referring to the bar when the individuals aren't in fact around the corner.
"But what if they were on the same street? Then the bar would be just ahead. Should I call it 'Just Ahead'?" He had wondered to himself. Though the idea had an almost identical flaw and isn't really a solution at all.
The bar wasn't special and remained unnamed, mainly due to indecisiveness. It bore a blank slate of varnished metal at the front that left enough space for when the indecisive owner finally settles for an appropriate and generally applicable name.
The (fictional) legend about the bar around the corner was about the owner himself. Though the (fictional) legend remains unbeknownst to him.
It was that he was a vampire. A life sucking creature of the night that frolics the dark alleyways in search of a prey. This rumour could be blamed on his choice of clothing (collared capes) and the fact that the bar closes precisely by midnight.
To end this tragic tale, the (fictional) legend of the indecisive bar owner is finally clarified. No, he's not a vampire. He is just an owner of a crappy bar around the corner.
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
Sunday, 10 November 2013
Thursday, 31 October 2013
Halloween.
I'm still not quite sure about this festivity, but it is a good excuse to watch Tim Burton films. So, you know, have a good one.
Today's progress:
- almost nothing.
- planning to do one of those montages in films where super cool music plays while I stay up all night manically flipping through books and typing.
- Current essay word count: 252.
Here's one of my favourite short films, if you (like me) do not have the time to watch a 2 hour long flick today:
Today's progress:
- almost nothing.
- planning to do one of those montages in films where super cool music plays while I stay up all night manically flipping through books and typing.
- Current essay word count: 252.
Here's one of my favourite short films, if you (like me) do not have the time to watch a 2 hour long flick today:
Wednesday, 30 October 2013
Continuation. (don't get used to this)
I realise I don't have the ability to focus on just one thing for extended periods of time. Right now, there are 5 tabs open in my browser and there's music from one of them but I'm not sure exactly where. But the music is good so this is not a problem. That was just a series of unnecessary information (aka a summary of my entire blog)
Today's update:
- Cleaned my room.
- Realised I didn't know how to reference correctly.
- Spent a good fraction of the day figuring out how to reference.
- Typed in reference.
- Called human people on the phone.
- Current essay word count: 252.
Will update later. (this is very unlikely).
Today's update:
- Cleaned my room.
- Realised I didn't know how to reference correctly.
- Spent a good fraction of the day figuring out how to reference.
- Typed in reference.
- Called human people on the phone.
- Current essay word count: 252.
Will update later. (this is very unlikely).
Monday, 28 October 2013
IN-ESSAY-N (did you get the pun? Yeah, I felt cheap, too.)
Hello, it's been a while. Nothing much has changed. I started University, had 5 children, grew a beard, prevented a possible intergalactic war. Now you're caught on.
I am not a terrible person, but I am a terrible productive person. Meaning I am not a productive person. As a newly-started-University student, I am burdened with several written assignments that I am currently not doing because I am writing a post in my blog. So I thought I would (maybe) make a few regular (maybe) blog posts that update my progress in these endeavours.
Today's progress:
-Thought about writing research report.
-Wrote the word "Introduction"
-Felt it was enough progress.
-Realised it was not.
-Laughed upon realising the research report was on procrastination.
-Current essay word count: 131.
Will update later (maybe).
I am not a terrible person, but I am a terrible productive person. Meaning I am not a productive person. As a newly-started-University student, I am burdened with several written assignments that I am currently not doing because I am writing a post in my blog. So I thought I would (maybe) make a few regular (maybe) blog posts that update my progress in these endeavours.
Today's progress:
-Thought about writing research report.
-Wrote the word "Introduction"
-Felt it was enough progress.
-Realised it was not.
-Laughed upon realising the research report was on procrastination.
-Current essay word count: 131.
Will update later (maybe).
Friday, 6 September 2013
Questions (Is the ground slightly tilted or is my head tilted?)
It's 5.20am and I am yet to sleep. I feel like this is the time, for me personally, when my brain is at its very peak. It is when we (by that I mean my brain and I, as we are apparently two different entities) think of the real questions.
I know, you may sigh in exasperation.
Anyways, I was watching a Livestream at around 3am and they raised some pretty good questions. Like: "Have you ever peeled an orange so slowly... [then it just trailed off because they started laughing]".
But it got me thinking... have I ever peeled an orange so slowly? Is there really a rate at which a person can peel an orange which could be universally considered "fast" or "slow"? Is it relative to the size/type of orange? Is a tangerine also an orange? (because there is absolutely no difference to me).
Is time just an illusion? Does the Earth revolve around the sun the other way when we don't sleep? I have so many questions. If anyone can give me some answers that would be very helpful.
Please prioritise the orange peeling question. That is the most important to me.
I know, you may sigh in exasperation.
But it got me thinking... have I ever peeled an orange so slowly? Is there really a rate at which a person can peel an orange which could be universally considered "fast" or "slow"? Is it relative to the size/type of orange? Is a tangerine also an orange? (because there is absolutely no difference to me).
Is time just an illusion? Does the Earth revolve around the sun the other way when we don't sleep? I have so many questions. If anyone can give me some answers that would be very helpful.
Please prioritise the orange peeling question. That is the most important to me.
Friday, 30 August 2013
FRIENDSHIP (it's not that late yet, but my brain is already there)
I need to post more blog entries. I mean, I have the beginning of a few posts but never finished them. So this is a thing that I will finish and publish. And hopefully is not gathering dust in my drafts. Okay, wow, commitment (which brings me to my actual topic-- that's right, I use segways-- REVOLUTIONARY)
For the majority of my school life, I've had the same few friends. From the same school. Which means that I saw their faces almost every weekday at least once (and even most weekends)
You may even ask: are you not sick of their faces? That's a lot of their faces.
To which I reply with: yes I am sick of their faces.
See, friendship is kind of a weird and wonderful relationship that is like a roller coaster ride, where there are ups and downs and in the midst of it there are doubts because why did I get on this ride? I hope that kid at the front doesn't throw up... I hope I don't throw up... shouldn't have eaten lunch before getting on this ride.
Such a relationship is not dissimilar to one of a romantic nature. (From what I've gathered. From my extreme lack of experience. Life.) Except you don't kiss each other (not in my friendships at least...) or spend the majority of said relationship assessing them as a potential long-life mate. Despite this, one may argue friendship is more of a commitment because there is that implied and non-verbal agreement that you will be in that roller coaster ride and maybe get some McDonalds later because life is all about living on the edge and maybe this roller coaster metaphor has been stretched to its very limit.
So friendships are cool. I feel like this is the part where I talk about how we should all be friends like that girl from Mean Girls and drop the mic. Is this that part?
For the majority of my school life, I've had the same few friends. From the same school. Which means that I saw their faces almost every weekday at least once (and even most weekends)
You may even ask: are you not sick of their faces? That's a lot of their faces.
To which I reply with: yes I am sick of their faces.
See, friendship is kind of a weird and wonderful relationship that is like a roller coaster ride, where there are ups and downs and in the midst of it there are doubts because why did I get on this ride? I hope that kid at the front doesn't throw up... I hope I don't throw up... shouldn't have eaten lunch before getting on this ride.
Such a relationship is not dissimilar to one of a romantic nature. (From what I've gathered. From my extreme lack of experience. Life.) Except you don't kiss each other (not in my friendships at least...) or spend the majority of said relationship assessing them as a potential long-life mate. Despite this, one may argue friendship is more of a commitment because there is that implied and non-verbal agreement that you will be in that roller coaster ride and maybe get some McDonalds later because life is all about living on the edge and maybe this roller coaster metaphor has been stretched to its very limit.
So friendships are cool. I feel like this is the part where I talk about how we should all be friends like that girl from Mean Girls and drop the mic. Is this that part?
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