Another year gone by? Must be time for a blog post!

Good evening my fellow readers! 
It's been way way WAY too long since my last blog update. I frankly forgot about it all of the past year...


But I digress. I thought it would be a good time (1am) to post a blog letting you all know how I am.


Doing great, if I may say so myself. I have an amazing girlfriend in my life, into the second year of our relationship. She treats me amazingly, and much better than that former girlfriend I told you guys about.


I am getting rats this week! The girlfriend studies psychology, and has some lab-rat classes. Each year, the little rats are given away, as they have already been trained, and cannot be used in classroom training in following years. We are getting 2 females, and they are a very adorable type of species. White with black/grey hoods. Smaller than the average rat as well. I look forward to having the extra squeaky company :3


Apart from that, I moved into a new place, with no crazy flatmates in this one. The lovely flatmates I talked about from an earlier post left soon after, and I got a lazy stoner who did no chores, and a crazy bisexual religious girl who is double-standard, abrasive, and doesn't believe in gay marriage...


I have had intermittent casual work over the last year, but have mostly been unemployed, which sucks. But live in a cheaper place, so find it much easier to get by. Most of my days consist of dangerous levels of gaming, and half-arsed job seeking. XD


Thats about all my exhausted mind can bear to write for now. So thanks for coming and reading this terrible excuse for a blog! 


Till next time readers (hopefully within a week!)

Noms?

Hey readers. Sorry about the long delay, i'm still alive!


I have been rather....distracted these last couple of weeks. Dates happened, relationships were formed; which has got me in quite a good mood. 
Also countless failed interviews hah. But that is neither here nor there.
It seems like the mistress of cruel and unusual punishment just wanted to confuse me in some areas, and reward me in others. I guess it keeps me on my toes at least. God forbid that I get complacent...
So yeah, all that plus extra complex emotions and whatnot. Nothing really that interesting. 


So anyways, I wanted to share a little anecdote with my readers.


I live in a flat in Wellington, as some of you may already know. 
It's rather close (2 min walk) to Victoria University, town and prospective exercise routes.
A rather nice flat if I must say so myself. A big old Victorian house, split into three separate, self contained units. One on each story.
I flat with four other people. They are quite the delightful bunch. All of them students and workers.
One day, early into my tenancy here; I walked into a conversation between three of the flatmates. It was to do with sexuality and bedroom etiquette.
Now, we have a gay couple in the house and they are just an adorable couple. But of course somewhat biased in a broad sexual conversation involving the fairer sex...


As conversations of this nature tend to do, it turned towards talk of foreplay.
Now I don't know about you readers, but I am an avid practitioner and fan of foreplay with my partners.
I am also quite an honest and open guy. With just about anything.
So it shouldn't come as a surprise that I would nonchalantly declare my love for going down on my lady partners. This sparked surprise in some of my flatmates, disgust in others, and laughter for most.


So I guess it wasn't the best idea to remark "nom nom nom" when someone commented on the ol 'carpet munching'
I say this because when I am enjoying a meal that is of particular tasty note, I tend to make pleasurable sounds in my throat. One of the most frequently used reflexive-verbalizations being 'nom nom nom'
So now nom nom nom is a swearword in my household. It raises looks of disgust from my flatmates.

Congratulations Alex, you are adept at grossing people out! Yaaaaaay!


I will be posting tomorrow about things that relate to life and the world. So this was a light hearted post really! n_n

OD on QC

Ok, I literally had to PULL myself away from reading Questionable Content. It's so good that it has space/time warped to being bad for me. 


Anyway, exciting things are happening readers! Not only do I have a promising job interview on Monday, but I also have a very promising date tomorrow! n_n


It finally feels like things might work out for me after all. Maybe the mistress of cruel and unusual punishment decided to give me a Semester off. Heck I could use it haha.


Anyway I've recently found out that my computer does not like apple products being plugged into it.
On one hand it is somewhat irritating, but on the other, it makes me smile to know my Microsoft PC is fighting the good fight!
What seems to happen is that the lil lass just refuses to start up with an apple product plugged into it. 
Now this wouldn't normally cause alarm, but it also makes really weird whiny noises when I try to press the issue. I can't help but think the worst in this situation....

But yeah this is basically how my mind works. I find my inner monologue tends to be quite entertaining.

Hopefully you can see and read that fine. 


It makes me think what artificial intelligence would be like once people like me get to the learning part of it's brain. :P


Are any of my readers as specially twisted as me? Please comment and let me know if you are. Perhaps then I would be able to relax and be myself in public without fear of recrimination! n_n


Not too much more to say tonight. I'm all blurrggg from painting that pic. White backgrounds hurt my delicate lil eyes :/


Ummm oh technically it is Sunday now, so not long before my date! Wish me luck readers! :D


Alex  

Warrior spirit?

Good evening readers.

I just got back from watching "Tomorrow, when the war began"

It was a decent movie (for an Aussie flick) but I'll go over that later, as it made me think.

First things first, hope everyone had a great weekend. I got to spend mine over at my parents place house-sitting. I invited a friend over and we had an awesome night of movies, chocolate and chatting. It was fun and spazzy, as both our personality's seem to be. I also spent a heck of a lot of time looking for more work. It still proves to be elusive at best. 

I also took the mountain bike out for a spin while I was in Wainuiomata. (hometown)

I ended up going to visit my old high school. It's been a few years since I have gone back there. It was shut down nine years ago now. But I think people still used it for club meetings and whatnot. 

Oh one thing I forgot to tell you, some little shits tried burning it down a few months back. They succeeded in bringing down the entirety of D block and also singed the library somewhat (don't worry those of you who are bibliophile's, the library had all books removed ages ago).

So there I go, nice sunny day, listening to some music while I ride. Happy as a clam, and then I start going up the entrance drive to the school. It is an understatement to say that the school had gone through "a little bit" of neglect. Chain-link fences were ripped down. Many, many windows were boarded up. And the second story ones were mostly smashed by rocks. It definably brought me down from my high buzz.

The worst devastation however, was left for the hulking ruins of D block. The place was nothing but foundations and 1/4 original height walls. It was so surreal walking through the wreckage. There was no sound of traffic, no birds chirping. Just me, the sun and the wind. Memories came flooding back. 

The library, where me and my friends used to hang just outside. 

The second story of D block, where we all used to have skateboard jousting wars along the long corridors. The sex education room, which was slightly depressed into the slope, with most of the walls still standing, but no roof or windows. I used to have a riot in that room when the teacher would get us to put condoms over bananas! 

I even noticed that one of the wood panels boarding the library doors was ripped open, so I decided to take a look inside. I managed to squeeze myself through the narrow opening, but cut my knee on some stray glass. The interior made me think I was in a post apocalyptic movie. 

Glass was all over the carpet. The carpet was growing dark, think moss thanks to the gaping hole in the roof. Tables and chairs were decaying and rusting. The place had been scavenged and looked like someone had recently camped out here. It was so unreal ya know?

Imagine coming back to your school in five or ten years time. Seeing it living as a ghost of its former self. 

The experience is not a pleasant one. Even if I did hate high school with a vengeance, it was still MY school, and I feel like these runts that burned it and violated it took away a small piece of my history. What an experience. 

As a capper, the movie I was mentioning was interesting. It had it's fair share of explosions, but what got me the most was what it made me start thinking about. 

I never have been a patriotic person. I have always said I would never enlist and risk my life in some foreign country for some generals ideals of peace or greed, but that movie got my brain ticking. What if my country was invaded? How would I feel about my countrymen being killed? Our land being raped and pillaged?

It made me rethink my priorities on freedom. We all have freedom in the "West Countries" but what has our generation done for it? All of us students and clerks, barmen and store keeps? How much do we REALLY value our freedom? It made me feel that if this situation broke out in New Zealand, I would survive, rally together a band of survivors, and start some serious counter attacking on the mother fuckers murdering our land, our people.

I don't know if I would start out with courage, but as the saying goes, "You don't get courage until after you have completed the task at hand. However scary that may be."

There would come a point where I would have to make a decision. Whether that decision will be based on fear or courage, I do not know.

Thanks for reading guys, have a good week and I'll be back for more tomorrow with pictures this time :P

Nonchalant closure?

I just had a revelation of sorts readers.
The funniest thing is that it came in the form of an online comic Questionable Content 


I guess a bit of back story is in order here.


Ya see I had this girlfriend all of last year and a bit of the year before that. I instantly fell for her thanks to my attraction towards a tan complexion, sexy good looks and an approachable nature. Things went as well as I thought they could be going, but one thing made the relationship complicated.


I have a somewhat dark and mysterious past. "ooooOOOoo skeletons in the closet hmmm Alex?" I hear you say faithful reader. And it is true, I do have some. But they will stay there for now. 
To get back on track, this caused a lot of drama in the relationship. To give myself credit, I disclosed to her all the details before we ever got intimate, so I feel justified in saying I did the right thing. But somehow this didn't help. Somehow I was left to feel like I had conned her into this relationship and that the subsequent arguments were my fault alone.


I can probably hear you saying "well fuck, the silly cow could have broken up with you if she wanted to" and yes I would agree with you there beloved reader. However, I was a pretty persistent fellow back then, trying to keep her love (It felt so so good. Like cake and lemon pie/cheesecake all rolled into one mega dessert) so I might have made it a tad difficult to do so. 
That coupled with her admission that she felt comfortable and happy in a way, that someone loved her so much that he would do anything to please her, made it hard for either of us to burn the bridge.


Which brings us to the revelation. As if all the awesome boyfriend stuff I did for her wasn't enough, including but not limited to, jumping on a bus every weekend to travel 3 1/2 hours to spend a few days with her. I attempted to fix our relationship in a desperate last effort by moving up to her hometown. 
This of course was a horrible idea and it all crashed and burned in a fairly spectacular way. 

BUT. 


This brings me to the point of my post.
The moral of this drawn out story, is that I gave that relationship everything I had. Every ounce of my being. 
I thought closure was needed on our fucked up relationship. But it turns out my pilgrimage for love was all the closure I could ever want. I now realise that.


And this makes me happy in myself. Which is really quite a good thing because god knows I need some self esteem going on up in this joint. :D


I hope this post didn't turn out as emo as I thought it might, given the subject matter, but I really felt like sharing something that was good for me on a personal level with YOU; my readers.
Maybe there are some people out there who can relate? Maybe not. 
In any case, it is 6am now and I really have to get some sleep. All this nocturnal naughtiness is doing my system in.


Ciao for now darlin's. And thanks for reading :3

First blog/unfortunate chocolate accident

Hello readers, The names Alex.


It is with great apprehension, grogginess and pain that I start my journeys into the world of online blogging.
This a new and exciting venture for me, and will be a great way to;


a. Keep a diary of sorts because my memory is so poor and


b. Vomit my past experiences/random ideas/general chaotic situations that I have had onto my readers.


I have actually surprised myself in how little procrastination I have exhibited in the formation of this blog.
From incubation in my brain thanks to Allie Brosh and her excellent blog Hyperbole and a Half
, to formulation, it has only taken one day! As you will soon find out in the coming months of knowing me from my blog posts, this is rather extraordinary progress on my behalf.


Also that link right there was my first foray into HTML editing. Which gave me something akin to a small nerdgasm....

Aaaanywhozzle today was the first day of spring for us in New Zealand! I felt more cheerful and energetic then most days. Of course my flatmates chose to perceive this as hyperactive when we went to do grocery shopping in the afternoon. It had nothing to do whatsoever with the large can of soft drink I consumed while in the store....

That leads me onto the next point and one of the descriptors of todays post. Pain.

I was nonchalantly nomming on a piece of sweet sweet Whittaker's chocolate that I acquired on our shopping trip, when one of my upper left teeth decided to un-align itself.  

Needless to say, I was in a lot of pain and discomfort. It is a vindictive and horrible upper tooth. Definably not one of my favorites. Do not be fooled by it's cute appearance, this tooth is a menace. It has been honing its sharpness for years now, and through secondary school (read elementary school for you Americans) decided to slightly muscle it's way to the front of my mouth . Outmaneuvering its peers. This results in large amounts of wanton pain and destruction to my lower left lip and gum. It had torn through a sizable chunk of my gum/lip this time. It is not a pretty sight. Curse you snaggle-tooth. Curse you to hell!
However, washing it with salt water seems to have numbed the pain.


 On a semi-related note, a friend of mine prompted a seed of thought to creep into my brain. It is about time I had a horror movie marathon. It has been way too long since I have almost crapped myself in fear. And time dulls memory, so I can't even remember how badly I get scared by horror movies. I think its the brains way of coping or something. I dunno. But anyways readers, leave some interesting (and effing scary) movie suggestions in the comments if ya could. Cheers.


That's it for my first post, nothing special, but what do you want from me at 4am? >_<
I'll get right onto making higher quality posts. Ciao!


EDIT: I realise that the name of my blog might seem a bit random. There is a meaning for it, but it is somewhat personally embarrassing, so I will save that for a later time, when I can trust my readers. Or am drunk...