I Forgot These Need Titles

So... where to now?

I've realised that it's been a while since I last spewed nonsense into a bucket, tipped it out onto paper, and proceeded to transcribe whatever complete inanity I found once it dried. Yes, I mean SINCE I BLOGGED. Here at least. Yes indeed, I have a sekrit blog that is decidedly less fun and more mature, so that I can continue being an absolut moron here. I'm also one there, except I do it in a more mature manner. It's like the Clark Kent to my Superman, except my Clark Kent is more like "Verily there was faeces!" and my superman is "hurrr poo lolz"

NaNoWriMo finished. I haven't written a word since. Well, not true. Yes, I lied. It happens. I haven't written a word of FICTION since, just mah continued blogginess. I plan to get back to it ONE DAY REAL SOON.

So, the rest of the year. There's just over three weeks left, and all-in-all, I'd say it's certainly been a year for the record books. Not just because it's currently the most recent year on record, but because... actually, I don't know. It's been a fair-to-middling sort of year, but a most productive one. A MOST PRODUCTIVE ONE,TED. Fun Fact: Back in the last days of the 20th Century, fellow imbibers of strong beverages bestowed the name Bill upon me, for a perceived resemblance to Bill S. Preston Esquire. The Guy who came up with it was on the receiving end of Wally, as given a red and white jumper, he could have passed for the title character of Where's Wally. Yes Merkans, it was our version of Waldo.

I'm currently in a point in life not too dissimilar to where I was last year, yet it's all different. Anyway, this blog entry didn't really have a point, other than going out of my way to make a point of updating my blog. I'll save the next one for when something notable happens :)

Sobriety, tact, and... no, I'm not buying it either

Time is like... gone. I should have known this might happen. Somehow it's now a month since I last blogged, and that last was barely much at all. Like, what the heck? So to recap the amazing month I had might be difficult, but here goes.

I got sick.

Yeah, amazing story right? It pretty much killed the creative part of my brain for that whole period of ohgodkillmenow, where I successively had a blocked nose, bleeding nose, runny nose, blocked ear, runny... ear??, dry cough, wet cough, internal-bruising cough, smokers cough (and I don't smoke), headaches, chest pains, arm pain, sore throat, dehydration, itches, scratches, boredom, and pity. In hindsight, I should've seen a doctor.

Well, it's not the extent of EVERYTHING but a huge piece of it. I actually went a week without using my lappy. I also gave up coffee at around the same time, so it's plausible my body said "You can't do this to me-RAWR I MAEK U SICK!!" I think it's forgiven me now.

It went on way longer than it should've, and it's only this week that i've really gotten past it.

I've still been living life- you know, going to work, paying bills, sleeping. Cause I'm a good boy.

^_^

So Friday night I got totally drunk and had an awesome night, unexpectedly. When I finally returned to sober, inhibited thought, I found that I had brought back a little of dream-me/drunk-me. Earlier this week I'd started writing again, something new. I said that just having all the pieces and knowing what the end result should be isn't enough to make the puzzle for you- and it was about how deep down I'm pretty shy, but deeper down I'm not. Deeper again I'm a time-travelling dinosaur named Freckles, but that's another story.

So through getting that drunk, I learned some things about myself. I can be cocky/forward. I still won't succumb to peer pressure on something like smoking. If I'm going all out here, I'd even say while I'm happy with who I am, and I feel like I don't need to be in a relationship to be happy, I'd still like it to happen. If that means I have to keep having my own 'Pineapple Incident' time and again until I can be all the me I'm meant to, where I say stupid things to girls, then so be it. I mean, I'm saying stupid things to everybody else, may as well be consistent.