Off the top of my head...

Cannibals are weird too. Why in god's name would you want to eat each other? Like tarantulas, and their mate. The female spider eats the male spider. And why? Probably some ingrained superiority complex. Or maybe the guy just left the toilet seat up. And what is it with that? It's a toilet seat. It takes half a second to flip the lid down and sit on it. Women are lazy. Either that, or it's all about looks. A toilet isn't a pretty item. It's not a fasion statement, it doesn't say anything about your character. So why would it need to look better? If not lazy, women sure are confusing. But then again, I get confused easily. I know a few girls who'd say the same thing about the entire male sub-species. But I'm different. I get confused more easily than most. I guess that's why I'm failing in college. Some would say I'm failing at life. Utter crap, says I. Failing is not falling on your face; it's not getting back up. I can't remember who said that, but someone did. Memory is another problem for me. I can remember tiny insignificant details, like the colour of a friend's laces on the eleventh of March (flourescent pink, By the way) but I can't for the life of me remember where I put my keys. Keys, I've found, are used in a lot of analogies and mannerisms. The key to life, the key to success, and suchlike. But it got me thinking; what's the point of a key, without a door, or even a lock for that matter? Surely, a key on it's own is useless. You can wave and shout about 'the key to success' all you want, but if the door to success ain't there, you ain't going anywhere. You've got to find that opportunity first. Finding things, yet another problem of mine. It's all well and good knowing I've lost it, but if I can't find the damned thing, It isn't doing anything useful. MOst of the time, I don't do anything useful.

Tin foil is cool. I mean, to use a simpsons quote, "it's like a living mirror!". And it's so versatile, it can be used for cooking, craft, hell I've even made a costume out of it before. I'm going to a costume disco pretty soon, with a heroes and villians theme. I'm gonna be a ringwraith, with a costume so well-made you can't see my face. Not because I don't want people to see my face, but because it would be cool to not have anyone know who I was. Even better, not to even have my colleagues know who I am. You know, sometimes I feel I don't know who I am at all. I think they call that an 'identity crisis'. I mean, I know who I am, and what my name is, but can never figure out my place in society, what my purpose is in this world, and where I truly fit in. Some things will never truly fit in. Like A round peg in a circular hole. Becuase, provided the bottom of the round peg has a surface area equivalent to the surface area of the top of the piece cut out to form the square hole, the circumference of the round peg will prevent the peg from fitting in the hole. A lot of things in this world don't fit. Like, for example, work. I'm trying to squeeze my work in between my social life, and the events are so close together that something has to give, sometime. At some point, my entire diary is just gonna be a mess. Like spilt food. Spilt food annoys me, especially after stepping in it. The feeling of cold spagetti seeping inbetween your bare toes is to much to bear. Bears are awesome, because of the sheer power given to them by their genetic make-up. Quite clever as well. Have you ever seen one hunt? Fox hunting was banned in England a few years back. I'm of mixed opinions of this. It's not a nice sport. it's one of the most vicious acts of cruelty I have had the misfortune to ever encounter. On the other hand, it seems that now the foxes have been allowed to breed, they have more and more found there way into the cities, into people's gardens. There have even been somne cases of direct attacks on children and small pets. So I don't know where I stand. Unlike abortion. I'm pro-choice, A child's not living until it has a heartbeat of it's own. While it's still an embryo, its no more living than the clumps of cells that fall from you skin every day. A common known fact is that skin makes up 67% of the dust we breathe in. So technically, we're all cannibals.

Technically, I do have a job, just it's only sessional support work. The pay's good, (damn good for a 16 year old) but I don't get that much work, unlike most people, who work almost 24/7. I've never understood why someone could do that to themselves, how they could put themselves through such punishment just to get money. When I get a full-time job, I hope I enjoy it, if only just a little. Because fun is the esscence of life, it's what we live for, save up for. So I guess that's why people work so much, so they can have fun later on. Take holidays (vacations for you americans out there) for example. Everyone saves up to make a holiday the best it can be. Becuase that's what the human race strives to do, make things the best they can be. Now look at Hitler. Sure, he was wrong in the head, and he killed a lot of people, and I don't condone that, but he had the urge to strive for perfection, the urge that we all have, the urge within every living being. He is a prime example of that urge taking over. Of a man driven insane by his own psychology. Insanity is another sensitive issue. I work with children with special needs, and I've noticed a lot of people call them 'insane'. Insanity, my friends, is caused by a distortion of the mind, a hidden agenda, an idea implanted in childhood just waiting for it's chance to wreak some havok with in those poor people's minds. The way I see it, children, and indeed adults with special needs, have a completely different problem. Hell, I wouldn't even call it a problem. It's nothing psychological. They are completely normal people, bound by a single gene that makes them some of the most amazing in the world. Think of how many people you know who will have bowed down,, even killed themselves if they had been under the pressure and predjudice they face everyday. This topic is depressing me. Something else depressing is the fact that I had an exam today, and I swear the stress made me ill, although I knew I'd done alright. Something to do with 'post-stressful event...stress' I felt so sick I had to go home (shame, eh? what with those lovely politics lessons ;]), and was feeling really bad. Even Killzone didn't do much for it. Then I noticed a package. For me. A package. For me.As you may be able to tell, this rarely happens. Especially when the franking is marked 'canada'. So I ripped it open, and found the t-shirt I'd won from www.splitreason.com about two months ago, and completely forgot about it. Needless to say, it made my day. I'm wearing the t-shirt right now. It's an iPod parody. 'iFrag'. I laughed. I remember when I first saw an iPod. My immediate impression was 'how in hell do they fit all 2000 cd's in that? And then 'OO shiny' Shiny things are fun. Especially tin foil.

Hey, I'm sam. I'm 6', about 9 stone and I'm sixteen. Ask my friends, they could probably tell you more. 'Cos that's the thing about friends, they can show a person for more, or less than they think they are. Which is a sorry state of affairs really, if we can't self-reflect well enough to know who we really are. Refelction, which takes me to mirrors. As is my understanding, mirrors are polished glass on a black backing. However, if black absorbs all light, how does a mirror reflect anything? It just doesn't work, if you think about it. Thinking is one of my favourite pastimes, it really passes the time. I can think about anything, I just have trouble making coherent messages out of that thought. You see, I have a disorder called dyspraxia. It's like dyslexia, but not. It makes some of my thought processes a bit slower than most. For example, my friends are now answering before me if someone asks about my dyspraxia. It also slows down my writing, hence why I'd like to use a keyboard in exams. I did a test last tuesday, to determine wether I could do this. I still haven't got the results back. I got an exam today, sociology. Man that's gonna suck. You know what else sucks? The fact that I just bought three games (FFVIII, DMC, and Killzone). All awesome, but I can't decide which one to play the most. Playing? Monopoly is a fun game to play, if not a bit long-winded. I like 'go for broke' myself, where you have to spend, gamble away or lose all your money in some way or another. And on that note, I have no money. Becuase I have no money, I need to stop playing on the intarwebs and go get ready for college, so I can not fail, and get a job.