Don't want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard....

So I looked in The Book of Cool to see if blogging is still cool.
Turns out it's not so cool.

22nd of June and things are looking Juneish to say the least, except the odd cloud of heavy rain which appears be lost its way in endless blue. But you didn't really need to be told that. That's not what's important.

What is important is ME!
ME! is important

So I'll tell you the lowdown of my last week cause I know you're just dying to hear it.
I've enjoyed certain things like the music on the Occupation trailers and the Walls Happy Mix, ('cause, you know, sometimes a full sized Twister can be just a bit too much). I've also enjoyed getting my NEW STUFF which I thought was important enough to put in capitols. I can now take photos in focus and ring someone while knowing exactly what numbers I'm punching. How freakin' convenient is that? Well, the camera I have is actually exactly the same, except working. And the cheap phone I have is... a Nokia-something. It's black.

I haven't enjoyed certain things like school, which is less demanding and frustrating than before but is still, you know, school, so it's on my suck list. I am not looking forward to spending a weekend with my dad, which sounds dickishly ungrateful because it means I won't enjoy three days of rock climbing, canooeing and archery with some people who are probably quite friendly. I don't feel any kind of bond with my father or brother which is a bit sad. I'm more of a mummy's boy and I never liked the idea of a brother. Not that I don't like mine particularly. It's this 'one-of-a-kind' complex that dictates a lot of my life.

Father figures have been a key theme of this week, not just because Father's Day has recently passed.
I've finished reading 'Fight Club' which is really about men who reject father figures and head down a route of self-destruction. This theme is more apparent than it was in the film, it's interesting.
I've been reading about super-ego and all that Freudian stuff which talks about the father figure symbol in psychology. I noticed I've been abandoning my super-ego recently and been acting more on my impulsive desires, rejecting social boundaries slightly, some of my psychosis has been seeping through and odd behaviour has become apparent in public. I don't think I'm dangerous or anything though.

I'm feeling a bit alienated and I hope that I could deepen some friendships here, I mean you, reading this blog, maybe you could call or something, that would be nice. Not that you've done anything wrong, it's just that a lot of people seem like strangers. Otherwise life has been good and only small things have been ticking me off, like people and how I wish they had more quirks and less trends, that kind of stuff, this is how I manage to alienate myself.

Anyway, that's my thoughts on things,
thanks for reading.

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