Stevie Wonders Typing Efficiency

FARK,

I should be doing some homey-work.

Haha, i wonder if i lived in a low social economic area of suburbia in north America, homey-work would be like helping my homeys role cunts and like bustin' caps etc. Thats my type of homework. If you guys really knew me, you would know that i already roll cunts on a regular and often bust caps, sorry, i'm just not gonna lie.

Today, my friend Jaz decided to "troll" the whole of Facebook by making me and my mate "in a relationship" and you know when that happens, its fucking official. I think if this works, its aimed at how hectic Facebook has become in our lives, like, if it happens of Facebook its the goss.

I am now going to ask you a question, if this keeps going on, GOSSIP GIRL WILL BE OUT OF A JOB.

Wait.

I've just stumbled on a vital problem with gossip girl, she just gets all her information of Facebook, and everyone in that stupid fucking show is to stupid to realise. To this I say TITS or GTFO. If second option is chosen you should head straight to "Hardladtopia", (see previous blog).

YEAH, TALKING SHIT FOR THE BOYS!!!!!

Below are a chosen few picka's, one very relevant.

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1337 (For you that don't know its something i made up)

I LAUGH at you

You think you so alternative, that you are that cool.

YOUR NOT.

What you are, are hypocrites.

You think your the only ones who can be different.

And if anyone tries to be different, there never going to as "different" as you.

So get fucked,

One day you will realise,

That...ITS FUCKING BLASTOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hey, i'm going to put these pictures that are way new and i'm the only one who's seen them,

lulzkthxbi hehe trollzz u hehe :3

:3

:3

:S

(:

D0 Y0() W4NT T0 D4T& MY 4V4T4R? (Nup, Thats It Your Getting Stabbed!)

"Break-up" season, again. Well at least i can be happy i'm not involved. But then again, i would have had something good to blog about in the "Get Together" season, oh well, move on.

I had a funny conversation today, it was about boarding in an all boys school. We agreed that if we did live there, everything would be FTB, or FOR THE BOYS! So, you would wake up to hear "Waking up FOR THE BOYS!", followed by "Eating lunch FOR THE BOYS!", then "Doing homework FOR THE BOYS!", along with "Taking a piss, FOR THE BOYS!", and ended with "Sleeping FOR THE BOYS!". Trust me, if you didn't find it funny, i sure did!

Mabes good chance of a concert this weekend, hoping for the best, but still in doubt.

I've realised that my blogs have become now, more boring that they originally were; meaning that i'm not attempting to insult anyone or anything, but if i'm going to be honest, i really do not give a fuck about the quality of my blog, because really, your opinion does not count.

Heres a Facebook Comment which i found amusing :3

I'll just leave this here...

oh, and this...

Thats all Fokes!

Her.

I want to but i can't.

Why don't i get a choice, or even a chance.

I probably shouldn't but i do,

Fuck the Friend Zone,

Fucking diddly of a pickle,

.

Sitting, Waiting, Watching, Lurking.

ROUNDABOUTS!

"Its getting late but we don't care".

Good times with Good Mates.

They were my last few days. Fucking fantastic.

It all started with an 18th...

And ended with a road trip...

Some will say the second one sucked.

I say that it was great, so many memories.

And also, when your have good mates, you will aways have good times. Hmm, i think i have found my 4th rule!.....

• Times with Uncle Naughto and Aunty Shazzzz and brothers Sammy and Danny
• Joshy's Dance Learnt
• Roundabouts
• Car Convoys
• Rape Park
• The Strazburg EXPRESSS Chugga Chugga CHOOO CHOOO!
• Power boxing.
• Attempting to shuffle
• DOOB PATROL
• Well Played
• OI, can you clean this up...
• Irony of ECO Warrior
• Pull Your Ranger Head IN!!!!!!!!
• Raging
• 1337

LOVE YOU GUYS

Oh and...

DOOB DOOB DOOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK LUCK.

Full of Confidence.

No reason too.

My Life Story.

Joking optimistically about my chances the days before to friends, i entered with a slight confidence never felt before. Soon that confidence dwindled and i was in the same position i was always in: Take another drink, act the funny guy, watch as my mates pick up, and be placed in the generic "friend zone". Fuck it i constantly tell myself, move on, "there will be another time", all lies feeding my friend pessimism.

She sure has grown large.

Now i think my future. My optimism tries to make a dash for the light, but is drowned out once again, is it my fault?

How can it be your fault for something you can never achieve.

FUCK LUCK.

Something I found while riding the kegs on the Interwebs!

"Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand".

MAPATHY!

SUPSUPSUP?

Today was pretty fun, i resolved some issues, which i'm sure will appear again; thats the way I resolve things. I spose i could use a simile of this...its like putting all the mess in your cupboard. Now, the issues gone but as soon as you need a jumper...BAM! I spose i'll always need that jumper in the end, but for now i think ill stay cold.

GET AROUND ME!

KEENKEENKEEN.

BRB Intersection.

Sup Gangas,

Last Exam Tomorrow.

Pretty Keen.

English After.

Not Keen.

First Party.

Very Keen.

School The Next Day.

Not Keen At All.

Waking Up Early The Next Day.

Fuck Life.

I'll Just Leave This Here...

Tokyoooooooo DRIFT DRIFT

Greetings,

Exams are almost over and i feel like just posting a blog that is anything that pops into my head as i type.

Ahead are 2 parties that i hold high hopes for. how was that alliteration? if i had a gold star id give it to me, selfless right?

Now I had this conversation with a mate today,

Jazza: What is your position on the situation of human rights in Myanmar?

My Response: Fuck Myanmar

Now, as you can see thats a pretty deep statement from me, but its true really. i honestly don't care that much about the human rights in some shit country a long away from everything that matters to me, yeah i know what your saying, "you selfish cunt". well you know what, if you say that you care about human rights in Myanmar in all seriousness, i would say, where the fuck is Myanmar. I know thats self centered, but no one, except maybe Mother Teresa and Jesus, really care about Myanmar or know where the fuck it really is. My take on the situation is that it doesn't really exist but really represents a new discovered continent where all the worlds hard lads are sent to were they can grow their hard lad mullets/rat tails and roll all the "homos" they want and act like the coolest people on earth, which they are... we can always dream can't we...

NOTE: Take a "hard" look at the name of the country.

IN OTHER NEWS:

I've been used as a scapegoat again which is always a joyous occasion.

Well, i think thats enough bullshit for tonight.

Ill leave you with one of my Favorite PPPikkas.

The Rape Zone; Good or bad?

Bec Freeman's blogs are irrelevant and and do not contain any truth...

who am i kidding, her blogs are awesome.

yewyewyew.

EXAMS = SMAXE

Cool Right?

Now a cool pika that makes me smile.

:)

Note to everyone, Drowning lessons now available:

No one cares how much you studied!

Source A:

Source B:

FUCK OFF.

On another note, i've become pro at using Paint, as you can see by the evidence i have provided for my useless argument.

Math exam tomorrow, ive done 26 hours of study.

FUCK BEARINGS

Note to self: Blogging is shit, stop doing it.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFuck i cant wait till exams are over then p to the arty time; shall i add a yewyewyew?

"xoxo gossip guy"

ps. i just noticed a comment which made me laugh "bucket loads". ILY.

Not Interesting Do Not Read:

Things that I think are a little bit bullshit:

1. Girls Complaining about their toilets

2. People being offended by the word "cunt" when they say "fuck" all the time.

3. 120 Hours

4. Hating Hypocrites when you are one.

5. One word Texts, Comments, IM's.

6. Myspace

7. Twitter

8. Analysising "Texts"

9. People picking up Miss-speling

10. Golf

11. "Sea Dogs 4 life"

12. 80km/h

13. The Number 13

14. Getting Rolled

15. "liking someone"

16. Being Fat

17. Justin Bieber

18. The Luge, I mean, lying down takes skill.

19. The word Slut

20. My Blog.

For Those Who Care.

The IT Crowd is possibly the greatest show in the world, besides Hungry Beast.

That is all.

SIKE

AND SKINS IS ALSO GREATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Some People Should Just Throw in the Towel of Life. Exhibit A.:

Reading this makes me laugh, i hope it will make you laugh too.

Justin Faggot just might be, a little bit bullshit.

Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
One time, one time

When I met you girl my heart went knock knock
Now them butterflies in my stomach won't stop stop
And even though it's a struggle love is all we got
And we gon' keep keep climbing to the mountain top

Your world is my world
And my fight is your fight
My breath is your breath
And your heart

And girl you're my one love, my one heart
My one life for sure
Let me tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)

And I'ma be your one guy
You'll be my #1 girl
Always making time for you
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)

You look so deep, you know that it humbles me
You're by my side, them troubles them not trouble me
Many have called but the chosen is you
Whatever you want shawty I'll give it to you

Your world is my world
And my fight is your fight
My breath is your breath
And your heart

And girl you're my one love, my one heart
My one life for sure
Let me tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)

And I'ma be your one guy
You'll be my #1 girl
Always making time for you
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)

Shawty right there
She's got everything I need
And I'ma tell her one time
Give you everything you need down to my last dime

She makes me happy
I know where I'll be
Right by your side
'Cause she is the one

And girl you're my one love, my one heart
My one life for sure
Let me tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)

And I'ma be your one guy
You'll be my #1 girl
Always making time for you
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(Girl, I love, girl I love you)

Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time
One time, one time

What a douche right.

4 Man Wolf Pack

My Fellow Comrades and I enjoyed a peaceful night last night with little to no excitement and story's to tell...SIKE!

Last nights fun could not have been predicted by anyone, let alone the wolf pack itself. Let me entail you a little about my night as if i do not, i will surely forget these unforgeable details...

The night started with little hesitation to open a cold one, and we were underway; off to a flying start.

After a little while we started to discuss drinking games, and i though of a great, and possibly life threating idea. THE JUSTIN BIEBER GAME. The rules were like this:

If the word "One" was said during the film clip Sammy would drink.

If the word "Time" was said during the film clip Guyda would drink.

If the douche touched himself Joshy would drink.

And if his "girl" came into the film clip i would drink.

Summing up Guyda finished 2 drinks in 4 minutes while the rest of us only finished a poor 1.5. Laughs all around.

We carried our on with a journey to Joshy's balcony were Sammy made a wonderful life choice by making a rule that every time a white car drove past he would drink...the white car ratio was approximately 20:1.

The fun continued until Guyda suggested we go for a relaxing stroll down to South. Along the way we met with some other young "Hooligans" who we joined forces with for a short time before they went their separate ways.

The wolf pack changed their direction as they tracked down another party to crash. It gets a little blury from here on for some unforeseen reasons but we ended up inside a house of some people we bearly knew.

Throughout the rest of the night we made new friends and the laughter continued. As we ended back at Joshys house with new members of our Wolf Pack, we were now a 8+ multisex wolf pack.

Joshy's garage was then used as our "crib" as the fun continued.

Then for the next 4 hours as we tried to get to sleep Sammy and "Caroline" argued about sam's cardigan and his sexual orientation. Riveting Stuff. Some of the more memorable quotes were "Your a fag", "Shut up Slut", "Well My Cardigan has pockets".

As we arose the next morning it was met with sly smiles and jokes and embarrassed faces all round.

Saturday the 13th and Sunday the 14th of March were Days that i will never forget and this blog will make sure of it.

one last thing,

ILY 4 MAN WOLF PACK.

Free.

A certain friend of mine just attempted to show me how he could "tune" someone.
Although his attempt clearly failed his confidence was undiminished, as he walked away with a smile on his face that just said, there will be another day.

Im going to break Rule 3 right now with this:
"As far as I know, my computer has never had an undetected error".

WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

What was i thinking?

As another night draws to a close my mind starts to wonder to the weekend ahead. What could the next few days hold in my little world?

This thought then brings me to the my point of how our insignificant our little worlds are. Now lets think for a second; the World is 148.94 million square kilometers wide inhabiting 6,692,030,227 people and climbing, each with a story to tell and "issues" of their own which may very be more interesting that yours.

Now that we have this fact in mind, the "issues" that we have in our little worlds of "deciding a hair cut" or the problem that "she doesn't like me" could be paling inconsiderable in-comparison to the most slender issue of one of those 6,692,030,227 people.

So next time you go to write a blog about your staggering issue(s) think for a second, does it really matter?

Sometimes our little worlds are "a little bit bullshit".

Later.

Plastic Trees.

IT.

Well. Vince has been identifed. It turns out Vince is actually the notorious Holy Alliance of Detrimentality, another shit alias of Daniel "Gaycunt" Allard.

It seems that everyone is joining the blogging craze, including me.

I dont have anything else to say, execpt for everyones hating on everyone.

And a quote from Sammy, "I have three STDs, You have none".

Later.

What the VINCE?

Wanted: Vince.

Dead Or Alive

Reward: 1 Night on the Town with David

Warning: There is no known information on the "Vince". Reward Seekers should be careful of Shit Blogs and being called "Emo".

Information will be rewarded.

WHO THE FUCK IS VINCE

Honey i'm home,

Any chance of this post being creative has well and truly fucked off, (as you can see by my high standard of English), as i have just finished an English narrative which in itself has a chance of getting a solid band 2.

How was your day? Well i'm really just saying that to be nice because honestly, when anyone ever asks that they really don't care at all, they are just trying to make you feel like your valued, which your not.

Well, thats my little pearl of wisdom. Ill leave you with a question:

Is a the School Bell positive or negative?

Later.

For those who enjoy Satire.

"I ate a cookie today"

THATS MY FUCKING ISSUE!

My Blog Virginity.

Let me get one thing straight,

First Rule about Davids Blog, Do not talk about Davids Blog.

Second Rule about Davids Blog, Do not talk about Davids Blog.

Now let me give you an overview, This "Blog" is not going to be a huge metaphorical wasteland, nor is it going to be covered in quotes to prove an argument no one is going to dispute; this blog has been created for no reason other than be a waste of my time as i procrastinate. This blog, just might be, a little bit bullshit.

So this is blogging, Wow. The world we live in.

One day i might just look back on this webpage when im rich and famous with a model wife and million dollar house and say, wow, cool story bro.

What else do we talk about in a blog, mm, well my day, not that anyone who might read this cares, or at that should care, because really your cares should be focused on this else where, like about YOUR next blog, and what metaphors you could use to describe your below average day.

Hmm, this could very be the last time i do this. Mainly because im shit at writing and expressing my self, and also because my life really isnt that interesting, not that the story's of the other bloggers is just as interesting.

10:40. Sleeps looking pretty promising.

Later.