Dear Blog,
this year i would like,
The internet on my laptop back. It is not much to ask, it seems another such luxury other people have that i struggle to obtain, its the bloody internet for god sake, taking that away aswell is just low. It is vital for me as its where i learn and grow in to the fine specimen i cannot live up to. I would also like it back because this chair smells like lemon and my parents find it exceedingly exciting to loom over and try and catch a glimpse of the sordid affairs i organise. If there anything i dislike more is being loomed upon, it is very rude. If they want to express an interest in to the twirling cogs of my brain then they should ask me, ofcourse they do ask me and i get annoyed and say stop asking me questions.
Im also sick of "borrowing" my neighbours wireless connection, linksy whoever you are im sorry, but I have a life to lead. Im not sorry however if its my next door neighbours though, if it is them i find that funny and will continue to slow down your connection even when i get my own back, that will teach you for constantly watching my every move in the garden. I see you, you know, it is light and you have big faces, they are very hard not to miss.
I would also like some maturity as well please. I have adequate intelligence but nothing to tell me what to do with it. It is very disabling when you can see the right way to go, have all the tools to proceed but the complete retardation not to. It would also help if i knew what it was. I wikepdiad it once and it came up with this. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maturity_(psychological).
It helped me a little but then i realised my immaturity is routed deeper than i thought because i wanted to be mature, and i wanted it now. (It really doesnt help with my progress either as when im currently typing this sentence, my dog actually toppled to the ground because he is too old and senile to co-ordinate his legs instead of reaching down with concern i laughed.)
I then asked the mother ship, well i didn't really have to ask, she was looming and knew straight off what i was going to ask. "It comes with age," "But wikepedia said it came with experience," "At 19 your not meant to be mature, your meant to be sensible," "am i sensible?" "no." This did not help me.
Perhaps it was environmentally ingrained to me that sensible related to boring, to be sensible required wearing glasses. I did not want to become boring as a child or as an adolenscent and now as a semi-sort of adult i still do not want that to happen. Have you heard older people talk, bloody hell its like listening to my own funeral.
I remember listening to someone i worked with once upon a time, and she was really in to this story of a once upon a time drunken antic, like building it up n everything, taking ages blah de blahing n all, "oo so we got all this wine and id had about several glasses, which is quite unlike me..yaddy yarr....n i got sooo drunk you should have seen me, i was sliding down my chair," Her punch line, the epitome of a wild time was that. That is when i had second thoughts about growing up. Id upstaged her 10 fold and i was about 3 decades younger.
Golly gosh i do not know, ive got some serious googling to do. But as our fellow brummies the twang sing "I tell myself i won't do it again, but i know i'll be lieing in my bed my thoughts racing like they always have been."
I will try though. It will happen. Its just this stage im at i reckon, its a very slow to progress stage and im standing here chomping on my bit raring to go, getting all worked up. Its finding the balence aint it waldorf, you know between being a sap and still remaining enthusiastic about life. It's as good old mr green our english teacher once said, that the human character is full of contradictions and hypocrises, this is becoming ever more apparent of myself.
Yours progressivly.
Statler.
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