From the Depths of Night

To be perfectly honest, I'm not posting this for any reason other than im bored off my ass because I've run out of crap to do and nobody's on msn. If this were really the depths of night, 1:57 AM for example, I would just go to bed. But instead it happens to be 1:57 PM which means I got up less than an hour ago (or maybe slightly more than an hour, who can ever remember?) So Im sitting here at 2 o'clock in the afternoon with nothing to do, I'm almost wishing for school to be back. I mean I could read a book, I have three out from the library, but I'm not in that mood; or I could write something, Scenes or Lost or Terror but I'm so far outside of that mindset. I did work out something for scenes while talking to Sarerbeth about a week ago, the location of the first two scenes, the change of which makes the scenes work a lot more. And opening with Patrick telling Matthew means I don't have to come up with some lame ass way to lead into it, it makes it simpler for me. Hurray for Kolyn the amazing corner-cutting machine. So I worked out the start and the end (which I changed from the original, or rather added to), so now all I have to do is actually write the fucking script. Easier said than done.

The Keilah Survey

So I come home from my dad's and come down to Charlie and im sort of bored, so I figure I may as well finally read that survey Rebekah did before she left because I haven't read it yet because survey's screw with my head and I usually just delete them. But I finally start reading through this and I get to "First enemy" and she's indicated that her mum thought she and said enemy were friends, and my first thought is of porter because my mum still thinks we're friends having not any knowledge of the events which transpired unless she gained knowledge from an outside source. I didn't think of porter as my first enemy though, no that was somebody in elementary, at highwood. His name was Steven. Steven... something, I can't remember anymore, but I do remember I hated him because he stole all my pencils and broke them in the bushes in front of the school. How very pathetic it is to think back to now. Another fun factoid is that Steven the enemy of all that is moi happened to have the birthdate of October 21, 1987; perhaps that was a contributing factor to our situation. My other elementary enemies were a pair of twins named Kaleigh and Mellisa, the vile cohorts of one Katie Lodge (the one that gets to be burnt in milton with the jew babies). I hated them for a much different reason, namely that they used to pull my pants down on the playground. I returned the favour to one of them on one occasion, and aparently one of them is now a druggie, so I think they got their comeupance in the end. Oh, I just remembered. You know Edina from Science 10? She and Steven the enemy were Elementary sweethearts, supposedly. We used to teased her about having sex with him(implying it was a vile and horendous thing), and just for spite we tacked on the word "Naked" as if that adition made the first offence all the more terrible.

Target Practice Now Available: Inquire at front desk

Okay, yes, I know I never update this. I figured if I didn't have to do as much work as with my website I would post more often, but apparently I just hate people knowing anything. Funny how that works. Oh well. I promise over the coming year I will try to post more often. (NO! Do, or do not. There is no try.) Fine, I will post more often. Happy, you tiny, fictional, green bastard? Thought so.

I think maybe I never post because I never have anything to say. This most likely stems from the fact that nothing ever happens in my life. Why does nothing ever happen in my life? Well I'm sure both of the people who might read this could answer that quite well. Nothing ever happens in Kolyn's life because he's a lazy commie bastard who lurks in The Lair in front of Charlie playing computer games and using all available resources to convince himself that the real world doesn't exist when he's immersed himself in the glorious tech. All three of us know that this is all bullshit and if I ever actually believed it I would request to have myself shot.

But back to my original point, I will atempt to try to make an effort to post a little more often in the coming school year. Hopefully I can reach my lofty goal of once a month. It will be difficult and take a great deal of effort, but I think I can do it if I put my mind to it (I fucking hate that phrase).