I know I haven't posted a decent blog in a while and this still isn't one but..

Feels good man.

Christmas is not the time to realize that your mental problems are worse than you thought.
yey..

Good day otherwise. I got to see family I haven't seen in ages and I had a wonderful day. And figured out my 2/3 year old cousin is likely going to be very mischievous when he is older. Which is awesome.

Merry Christmas all.

Nobody reads this shit.

Fuck off.

Just a letter to myself, or part of myself that I hate, and just want to let you know that you can go die, I hate you, and if we weren't sharing a body i'd rip your throat out.

other than that, have a nice night. And fucking be up on time. Cunt.

I want to be happy

I just got asked "What's going on?" to which I responded "I don't know. I really don't"
From that "What do you want?" To which I responded "I want to be happy, but I don't know how to achieve that."

'Cause that's just it isn't it? I just want to be happy, but I don't know how anymore.

I thought I was happy. but staying up till 6am last night watching supernatural after cutting an X into my knee would suggest otherwise. I'm sick of everyone treating me like shit. Like I do shit all for anyone. Even when I try, it's never noticed, never recognized. Probably why I'm so outgoing all the time. To be recognized. But when I get depressed like this, that part of me dies.

And I'm left with a shell of who I like being, filled with sadness, hate and paranoia.

And so I turn into this introverted freak, who hates everyone, and is hated by everyone because he couldn't care less to lift a finger. Ironically, this is when they notice me the most. It makes me feel useless. Like dirt, less then dirt even. Just like I'm something no-one should pay any attention to. Cause I'm not worth it.

It's like I'm a window, and all I want is for people to look through me, at the rest of the world.
I know how to be happy too. Because this has all happened before, and I guess that's what pisses me off the most really. I can fix this. But I won't. I refuse to.

Yep, I'm seriously fucked up.

It'll all pass soon, It's just a matter of time.

Thanks for reading my drivel, If you've gotten this far.
Tyler "The Loon" Morrisson

Just a quick thought.

How cool would it be if Captcha was set up so you had to include the word from the capture in whatever you just wrote?
It'd make things interesting.

So.

My depression might be coming back. To think, just tonight I was telling Zoee` about how I am fine. I didn't know it would sneak up on me like this. It's passing now. But I just felt sad. Purely sad. For no reason, I can't even explain it. Some of you might know what I am talking about I don't know.

I don't want it to happen again. I am happy. I am.
I know I am.
*sigh*
Then why do I feel like this sometimes?

Fuck my mind.

Promormal.

So.
Tonight was Bundaberg State High School's grade 12 formal. One of the final events my older brother attended to do with school before he graduates.

So my post will be about that, Prom/Formal. And Ethan Graduating.

First of all, I have posted on here before the way I feel about my older brother, but it was ages back, and some of you are new to reading my blog, so here it is again. I do love my older brother. But the way he behaves makes me feel like the is the most narcissistic, stuck up dick I've ever met. But he means well. And he's family, so I guess I can't hold it against him. He's graduating soon, and I don't know what his plans are, whether he's taking a gap year, or he's going straight to uni or what, but I do know that I'm scared I'm going to lose my brother. I always thought that when he left home it would be a happy occasion for two reasons. 1) He would be out of home. 2) He would actually value his family a bit more, and in a way, these things will happen. I'm going to miss him though. I hate to say it, and I never thought I would but I will miss him when he goes. Which is a weird thing, missing someone even though they can be a total dick. Guess it's a love hate thing yeah? Well Ethan, if you ever read this. Thanks for the times when you have been an awesome brother, and I do love you. I hope when you leave you'll still remember your brothers who annoy you oh so much.

Second topic, and I'll try make this short, as I realize this post is getting long and your eyes are getting tired. (maybe)
Prom/Formal - Next year.
So, my main thought is what to wear. I really really want to get a Victorian Era suit, and everyone's feedback on it has been really positive. The only downside is that it will cost $556.92 + shipping. But it would be so very worth it. I am unsure. I don't want to end up wearing a basic suit, I want to look suave, sophisticated, but I think I'll just end up looking like a dick. All depends on who I take I guess.
Which is the second thing, I want to take someone who will look fantastic, and in turn make me look fantastic,, and who will want to go to Prom with a guy in Victorian garb. Does it make me shallow if that's all I really want? The problem is I can't think of anyone who fits this.. Well, there is one person, and I have asked her, but she doesn't know whether she is going yet, so it's all iffy. *sigh*

Will I just end up as the guy in all the photos who everyone goes, wow, he looks like a dick? Or will people actual like like what I am wearing? I like to think I have some kind of style, and I've matched the clothes well. But is it enough? And what is wrong with me? I'm not one to care what people think. *sigh*
get it together Tyler.

Well, Thanks for ready this dull emotional drivel.
Reginald Muffin Morrisson

Meaning what exactly?

Second post, because I could find a way to make this congruous with the first.

Here's a question for you blogland, What is the meaning of life?

It's a question I haven't been able to shake lately, purely because as far as I can see, Life is absolutely irrevocably useless. But at the same time, I know it's not so.
I've juggled with a few ideas to see if that fit into what I am like, and I've taken these from what I've observed.

1. Meaning of life is to live it - No, just no.
2. 42 - Yes, but the question is nessecary to grasp this.
3. A personal goal - Be it to be a dancer, do well at school or anything like that, but this doesn't fit me, I'm too lazy and I hate myself for that.
4. Faith - A religious faith, belief in the afterlife, leads people to be good in life. I think you all know why this doesn't fit me.
5. Take each day as it comes - I've been doing this one for as long as I remember, but I am not content with it, there has to be more.

I met a guy online the other day, and I asked him if he'd found any meaning in life. He told me that it's not something you can ask, that you have to find meaning for yourself.
This is the smartest thin I've ever heard to do with it.

I just wish I could find what my meaning is.

Thanks for reading,
Reggie M. Stuff

Inadequate.

I don't know what it is or why I feel like this. It's a feeling that comes up in me lately, it's equal parts I hate myself and what the fuck am I doing. And it leaves me feeling inadequate in almost everything.
It's my fault really, I do things that piss myself off, But i can't help it, or I probably could, but I don't try hard enough, which is one of the things I hate. Actually, I'll try list them:

I hate when I am a dick to people. I try not to be.
I hate how lazy I am.
I hate two of the moods I get in.
I hate how argumentative I am.
I hate how apathetic I can be.

That's about it. And because of these things, I feel inadequate and melancholy. I hope it will go away.

Reginald.

A letter to Jordan Travers.

Fuck. Off.

Sincerely, Tyler

P.S this was going to be a letter of how much of a massive cock you are being to my girlfriend, but I couldn't be fucked typing it all out when you won't see it, but one more step over the line and I will personally end you.

Faustus

Today, turned out a lot better then I thought it would.
Here's the rollout.
First I woke up and I do the usual things, check Facebook, etc etc, chat to people.
Then I was informed we would be doing yardwork today.
I HATE yardwork.

So, I grumbled. More computer, help clean kitchen, wear morphsuit, do yard, be bored.
Then Jess asked if I wanted to hang, and this was a wonderful change of pace, noone ever asks me to just hang out with them. So she came over, and we chatted and laughed and it was a good hang. She ended up being here till around 11-12pm so I walked her home.

And here's where it got amazing.
I decided, heck I'm already out, I'll go walking, so I strolled around the neighborhoods for a while, then coming back up hunter street (shortly after I saw a cat I swear me and Julian met one time and dubbed Boone) I made a friend.

He crept up on me and scared me, a black cat. He had short hair at the front half his body, gradually getting faster as it goes backwards on his body. I named him Faustus.

He walked with me all the way home up my doorstep onto our porch, so I gave him some milk and made him a bed. I don't know if he is still there, or will be in the morning, but this cat was amazing, and made me unbelievably happy.

Also, I would like to thank Ramona Rose, she knows why. Also, The reason it may have seemed I never liked youm is because I was waiting to see what kind of person you were. You passed with flying colours.

Goodnight Blogger, Goodnight Faustus.

Just... me?

Right now I am sitting in English, in T12 writing this on a laptop.
I just want to cry, or hurt something, but I can’t. I don’t want to hurt anyone, people don’t deserve that.
I feel like I am two people lately, a violent, angry cold, heartless boy, who just wants to hurt things so that they feel the pain that he does, so that he can break out, make others show emotion if he can’t.
And me.
Normal me, Tyler, Who just wants to live life have a good time, have friends, have fun, smile, and ignore all the pain.

What scares me is that I am that person less and less lately, being around people used to bring that out completely, and there’d be no trace of the other person. But now, it doesn’t even affect it. I just change in and out randomly, or semi-randomly, I don’t even know what causes it anymore. I hate the person I am.
I wonder how many people feel the same.
Probably quite a few, but for different reasons.

I was up late again last night, Doing nothing, at all, watching illusion videos, and then even when I stopped that, stopped my music. I just sat there, I couldn’t force myself to go to bed, I couldn’t do anything, I was overwhelmed. Mostly by the thought that everything is pointless, nothing I can ever do is worth anything, nothing anyone ever does is worth anything. And then hating myself because I think like this. Why can’t I be anyone else? Someone with a purpose, someone who sees a point in something. I realised I actually envy people who believe strongly in religion, because they have a purpose in life, they know what they are doing, and they are, for the most part, Happy.

But that’s the thing. So am I. I’m happy.
Now at this point you are thinking, well that’s a lie, because he sounds pretty fucked up to me.
But no, because I know I am happy, I feel happy, unless that’s fake too. And the reason I feel happy is because of what I believe in I have achieved, which is to not sweat the small things, think objectively, and be positive. And I do all that, and I’m happy because of it.

I guess that’s what makes me feel so split though. I am happy. But I hate myself. Funny combination right?
Right.
Well, that’s all my thoughts for now, I’m going to go back to waiting for the teacher to get up me for not having anything done on this assignment. Time to go cold heartless Tyler.

Thanks for reading this far, If you still are.
Reggie.

Feeling Melancholy

So right now, I feel melancholy, for... Three reasons. Let's see.
1) I am typing this on my computer, which is fantastic because it is brand new and runs amazingly, But I'm upset. It doesn't have Microsoft Office at all, No word, no powerpoint, no anything. It doesn't have a graphics card. At all. Just an inbuilt basics card, for visuals, no 3-D no nothing. And I want to be able to play decent games.

2) I am angry at myself, I have done no work this weekend. I've procrastinated and been out. I had research to do for two assignments. And this is the fucking story of my whole schooling life. Basically, my schooling = fuck. I have failed that much stuff or done worse then I have before, or bad when on the rare occasion I try really hard. I am scared I will go nowhere in life.

3) I've come to the conclusion that something is wrong with me
And here's why: I don't want to be human, I think the way the average human thinks, acts and behaves is disgusting, and even thought I am likely very close to that anyway, I can't shake the thought that I don't want to be associated with most humans. I'm like the Doctor, I want to be outside them, and their friend, but I don't want to be them. I think I am better. When I know I'm not. It fucks with my brain. Fuck you Brain.

But, yes. Thanks for reading about my Melancholiness.
Night,
Reginald

Update :)

So, just an update on my life

1) I hate everything school.
2) I did a puppetry show on abuse tonight, for 5 year olds, it went a lot better then I thought it would.
3) I want to know where to go in life.
4) I am currently wearing 3 accessories.
5) I have Zoee`'s Halloween/Birthday on this weekend, I am going as a creepy executioner.
6) I got a new computer. The internet refuses to work on it.
7) I bought Coldplay's new album this afternoon and am currently listening to it. It's magical. 

Rupod Scrambled

This will be a short or long post, I'm not sure yet, but It has one purpose, I want to let a few people I know how proud of them I am.

I've found recently, I have told quite a few people that I am proud of them. Now this might be a weird term, but what I mean is, the things they have done, whether deliberate or not have made me think. Wow, that's impressive, I am happy to call them a very decent human being and my friend. That's what I mean by proud.

The following people have achieved this from me:
Romana Rose: You'll have to know her blog to know who this is, But I have told her the reasons why I am proud of her. to sum it up, perseverance in times of struggle.
Josh Modrow: For managing to do two things. The first, be almost exactly me, in the way we think, some of our favorite things, and a few other things. And the second for, no matter what shit either of us go through, always being there as a friend to talk to if needed. Thank you man.
Joseph Dowsett: For moving across the world, to a place where they don't even speak the same language, and, even against those odds, being a fantastic interesting funny guy.
Zoee` Eccles: Perseverance, bravery, a strong mind, heart, will and a quick tongue.

And a half mention to two people:
Amelia Baxter: For many the same reasons as Romana, But my only wish is that she would fight harder against herself to take control of what she wants to be. Which is possible, I know from experience.
Aden Morrisson: For strength, and a really strong will, the ability to fight whatever he wants to till the end. But I wish he would pick those battles better.

Thank you all for being in my life.

Roginald Muffin Barris

Immaturity and sickness.

I just noticed that this is my 70th post on this blog, which means, up until this was posted, I had 69 blog posts. It made me giggle. I'm so immature.

So I'm sick. On the mend though.
It's nothing really major, Just a fever and a sore neck, which gives me a headache occasionally. And stomach cramps, but they were there before I was sick.

I really hope I will be better in time for Bec's party tomorrow night. Because I'm excited to go. Should be fun, I heard mention of mountain dew.

I'm currently sweating, whether this is from the fever or the temperature I am unsure. In any case, it's gross.

I have to get organized with my costume for my party, hopefully Mum will take me to spotlight tomorrow, and I'll see what I can do about finding some silver fabric for a cape. I also need to get silver spraypaint, and a pair of pants.

Then all will be well.

Just a quick post about awesomeness.

If any of you 11 followers of mine are american, or know anyone who is, you should download and read the FREE Skulduggery Pleasant E-Book as it is absolutely fantastic and it will change your life.

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Soup Explosion.

So, I managed to to almost burn down our kitchen just then.
Which would be the second time for it.
The first having been caused by Aden.

But anyway, earlier tonight I put some soup on the stove to reheat.
I then came upstairs and forgot it was on.

Just before, after posting that previous blog post, I smelled burning. Then I remembered, I ran downstairs to find the soup had exploded. Or so it looked like, there was just a ring of pumpkin across the entire stove, the floor, the fridge, the walls.

An orange corona of soup. darkening as it burned the closer to the pot it was.
Just took me a good 15 minutes to clean up, and hopefully, nobody will ever know about it. Not sure how I will explain the burned pan though.

Roger.

Apologies and Birth.

So, I apologize to all my fellow followers floating freely through my posts that my last two blog posts were so very short.

To make up for this, The following blog post if for them.

So, Upon reading Miss Ramona Rose's blog post about birthdays I thought, hell, let's do that too.
It's my birthday in... 2 weeks exactly.
And I'm actually super pumped, which is a new thing for me. See, my birthdays have never been, overly dramatic things, usually presents in the morning, maybe a small get together at the beach.

But it's my 16th this year, and as such my thought pattern went like this:
"It's my 16th, what should I do for my birthday. Probably the same thing as I always do. Actually no, Fuck it, Let's have a costume party"

So we did.. are.. whatever.
It's an original superhero/villian mask party.
So, you have to make up a superhero/villain, come dressed as them, and incorporate that into your costume somehow.
Should be amazing.
Oh, and for those of you that don't know, "we" refers to me and my twin brother.

The other thing is that, This month, the only weekend that I don't have a birthday party on, is the one just gone. It's gone and will go like this:
Elinor Geary's party: 1st
This weekend: Nothing
Next weekend: Bec John's party
After that: My party
And on the 30th, Zoee`'s Birthday/Halloween party.

It should be an amazing time, and I am very excited to go to all of them.

Thanks for reading this probably rather boring post,
Roger M. Stuff.

P.S The lovely Juanita Dullaway is getting me a morphsuit, which I am so very excited for, despite the fact everyone will be able to see my "figure"

Tear and Brooklyn

I was listening to Brooklyn by Woodkid earlier and it brought tears to my eyes.
I don't know why.

Brain.

What the actual fuck?

Complicated Overthinking.

So, I was thinking, ans due to a chat I recently had, this blog's topic will be concerning women, and their tendency to overthink and over complicate things, when the answer is right in front of them.

Now I'm not saying that only women do this, No Sir E.
Men do it too, but the person in question was a girl and seemed to be stuck thinking this way.

Here's an example.
Her: It took him 10 minutes of me turning away from him and not talking to him to realize someting was wrong. And in that time I was crying, he has and had no idea.
I'm not complaining that no one sees the real me, i'm jus saying that hardly anyone has seen it.
Me: That's because you hide it? Well maybe instead of you waiting for him to notice.. you could.. tell him?
I know it's radical.

See what I mean?
I just don't understand the point in the way some people think. It's like.. I'm going to overthink this, and that is perfectly reasonable.

When all it takes is a chat with one logical person to prove otherwise.
But it's not just this either, there's another thing that confuses the eff out of me.
Putting yourself down.. like "I am stupid"
This confuses me for 2 reasons.
1) Enough people in the world will put you down anyway, why add more?
2) There is no benefit to doing this, it just makes you sad, and.. where's the point in making yourself sad?

Unless you enjoy it, and you're some kind of... sadist..
*bah dum chsssh*

That's all for now folks
:D
Roggie S.

Wants.

I want to be able to tranpose my thoughts onto page. Automatically.
All this stories, thoughts, ideas, are cluttering my head.

I want.. to eat lasangne, and drink a fine port wine. And have an intellectual discussion.

I want to know exactly what dreams are and everything about them. I want to see Tom Rogers, and converse with him, about books and such.

I want school to not exist. Instead, we all learn through audio-visual headsets, and there are no assignments, it merely scans our brain to see if we understand.

I want to have learnt my lines for the play I'm in. 

 I want to.. Build a society on an island, based on decent values, intellectual endeavors, companionship, appreciation of life. and have it last at least until I die (or ascend), after which point, I'll have stopped caring. 


I want to write a novel.


i want to see the world.  


I want the world to see me. 


I want.. a general level of insane sanity.  


I want to live.

Shittitting.

So, I've fucked around all holidays and I hate myself for not doing these assignments, and I have noone to blame but myself.

yay. :3

Hoobaschwopp

So at the end of my dream I'm standing with the Doctor Amy and Rory, and this random roman girl (we had just saved a roman town from oppression and filled a river with i'll gotten gain from the aristocracy which the villagers got out and the river promptly dried up, there was no aliens involved though, and I think up until this point we were musketeers.. anyway) The Roman girl asked me to do the Hoobaschwopp.. I didn't know what that was so the Doctor said "Alright Tyler, are you ready to learn?" sat me down on a chair, and pulled a metal stick with a golden ball on it and tapped me on the nose where it hit with a discharge of electricity and said "You now know the Hoobaschwopp" and me, just realizing what had happened just said, "I hate you, Oh I hate you" and sat there thinking how to do the Hoobaschwopp without looking like a complete idiot and being laughed at. Then the dream ended.

It was awesome.

On Dreams.

So, something I have been thinking about a lot lat-
Oh sorry, Hello Everyone.
Anyway, as I was saying, I've been thinking a lot about dreams.

Where do they come from? What causes them? Can they predict the future? If someone good dreams of something bad, does that mean they are secretly a bad person? What is the purpose of dreams?

But the thing is, due to the nature of dreams, we will never truly know the answer to these questions, It's like ancient history, you can never truly know what happen in Ancient Sumeria, but we can surmise from documents and other paraphernalia.

It's weird.

Then there's Lucid Dreaming.
Which comes in two types, Let me give you the rundown.
The first, is actually Lucid Dreaming, which is the ability to changed and manipulate dreams as you are in them. So I want an icecream, suddenly, Icecream. Yes, it's that cool. Some people, I've heard can do this naturally, but most it takes training your brain to realize when you are dreaming.
The second is, less cool, but more interesting
I call it Serial Dreaming.
It's where you dream a dream.. then week, months or years later, you dream it again but it has changed. You've changed it subconsciously, and this can keep happening.

It's happened to me once, but It didn't end up interesting.
Josh Modrow has an interesting and creepy one though.

Anyway, that's my post on dreams, which have been intriguing me quite a lot lot.

Anyway, that's all.
Thanks for reading.
Stuff, Roger M.

Upprune.

Kudos if you get the pun in the title.

Hello everyone, Haven't blogged here for a while, how are you all how's it going? You're good everyone's good? That's good nice, lovely yeah, good cool. Alright! Let's get started.

So, it's the holidays, second week, on the tuesday.
And i have accomplished shit all so far. Here's a list of things I wanted to do:
Write
Read All the books I borrowed out
Get a haircut
Get a job
Do my assignments

But no! None of that has happened. Sure I've read, and I'm writing as we speak, but I've doing nothing constructive. I have got to see my friends though, which is always nice.

so, Let's see, the problem is, I am not organised. Or Motivated. Or other such words.
So how do I achieve this, do I just wake up one day and go "HECK AM I MOTIVATED LETS GO CURE CANCER" Or is it a personal thing, Like forcing myself?
Tell me in the comments bellow :D Hahaha. Bellow.
Anywhowhatsit.
I stayed up all night. And just slept for 8 hours wearing a tiger hat, and it was one of the best sleeps I've ever had.
So, I'm in a good mood!

This ramble has ramble long enough
On your knees ramble.
*EXECUTION KILL*

Bye
Roger.

Domesticated Lies

Actors in a play
Puppets on string
What common element do they all bring?

Pre-orchestrated movement
false roles, hidden meanings
Yet wrongly, painfully done and hell bent

No happy facades
No laugh bringing jokes
screaming and yelling, heads on a spoke

On a great wheel of anger
Deceit, and wrath
Clawing your way, though our homely domestic path

Why would it be, a woman of age
Wisdom and knowledge
Would fly into such a blinding rage

When a boy of merely
four years less then a score
Can behave without acting so sore?

Fuck.

Worldly complaints

I just realized, anybody who is under the false impression that they are selfless. Needs to look at themselves properly. Because in the end, everybody, me included, really cares about themselves. You will complain, something will go wrong, and you will have a little bitch. We all do it. Don't lie.

And that's precisely what is wrong with society.

We would rather ignore a situation, like a stranger getting harassed, then get involved, and get ourselves hurt. Sure, we would help someone close to us, easily, because in the end it benefits us, because we keep that relationship strong.

But then, maybe I am looking at it the wrong way, being pessimistic, but that's just because I'm in a bad mood.
Sorry Blogger, These are my rages.

Muffin Stuff, Roger

Precorded.

Sometimes I wish I could view events before they happen, in order to prepare myself, how to act, what to do. But then I think to myself, Wouldn't I then act differently, according to what I wanted to change the outcome to?

Then, would the outcome change at all?

And on another point, would all that nonsense count as time travel? I mean, you would only get one shot at doing things right, So it's like, one step down from doing things normally, and one up from rewinding time.

Which makes me think about destiny, and whether we all have choices in life, or if our lives are pre written and we just go through living them, like puppets, or characters in a book. Then I usually get rather depressed when I imagine this being true, Because it means someone out there is a LOT better writer then me.

Then I get all mopey about the futility of our actions, So I make myself a green tea and wish I was stupid and didn't think so complicatedly.

Tempted

I was really tempted to write a blog post and tell you about the mood I'm in which is kind of the entire point of a/this blog.

But you know what?
2 things
Uno) No one will want to/will read it.
Duo) I couldn't be fucked.

Right, Going to start my new story now, Bye.

Fucking Humans.

Except Zoee'.

Tired.

Why am I so tired?

Fucking Drama.

I cannot stand analytical essays.

I have to have an entire draft done by the end of today, which is a very achievable task, but right now all I can think is fuck it.
But I have to do it.

There is probably a reason analytical has the word anal in it.
Two actually.
Reason one: Everything has to be exact, and the people marking it are usually anal about it.
Reason two: I look forward to them as much as I would receiving anal. Or giving it.

I guess I'm just not in a good mood.
I can't wait until we get to do a performance piece..

Well, that's enough blogging.
Happy Mother's day.

Roger.

Of the Number 50.

This post has nothing to do with the number 50, expect due to the fact that it is my 50th post.
Hoorah!

On to the post.
A while ago when a certain Mr Tom Rogers was staying with us, himself and I were searching for Douglas Adams quotes and we came across this Gem.

"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?"
This basically states that people should be able to see the natural beauty of something, without having to make up reason why it is so.
Shortly after reading this, I was having an argument about religion, with them arguing for the Christian.I used this in the arguement, and it was basically ignored,

So, I don't know what I find more upsetting about the Human Race, That we do feel the need to make up a supernatural/spiritual reason for things being the way they are, or that they are no longer as understanding, or philosophical as they used to be, Or if they are, they never show it.
There is also a part of Occam's Razor that says another something along the same lines as Douglas Adams quote. Translated from Latin it reads "No more things should be believed exist then are absolutely necessary."

I know is a very anti-religious post, and I would like to say that, although I am anti-religion, I don't believe there is nothing spiritual going on in the world.

Thanks for reading, Till next time,
Roger.

VEGETARIANS

IT'S HARDCORE MAN.
Everything these days is hardcore, Hardcore rock, Hardcore fans, hardcore games. But what about Hardcore vegetarians?

Yes, you heard me right, hardcore vegetarians. We've all met them, seen their righteousness, seen their hatred of meat, or is that love?
In any case, it always happens, you talk to them and at some point, the conversation arises, Vegetarianism.
You argue that if we weren't mean't to eat meat, why is it a good part of a balanced diet?
They argue that you can have a balanced diet without meat.
You jest that the slaughtered lamb tastes oh so yummy!
They call you sick.
Then comes the kicker, why we are evil for eating meat.

I mean, C'mon guys, Do I call you evil for slaughtering those vegetables, and throwing them around with liquid on it and munching down on all of it?
No.
So why must you be so righteous when you tell me I shouldn't eat that slaughtered hunk of creature?
Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against vegetarians, it's just the hardcore ones. The ones who force their opinions on you.
I mean, what are they? Mormons?

- Muffinstuff, Roger

Comfort.

I'm just wondering if anyone feels like I do.

Right now, I am sitting in the loungeroom typing this.
The time is 11:19pm.

Current mood: Lonely

Now don't get me wrong, I have Zoee' and I love her so much. There are times when I just wish she was here just for the comfort, for someone to care that I exist and show it.

Right now, Aden is in bed.
Mum and Dwayne have Dwayne's Friend/brother/something over.

Ethan has a friend here.

None of these people have paid any attention to me, or know what I'm doing, Which, is not their fault, they have things to do. I just feel lonely. I want someone here.

This blog would probably sound selfish, if it weren't for the fact that I think everyone knows exactly how I feel at the moment.

I shall now begin my writing, as I am in the mood for it.

Too all, a le goodnight.

- Roger M. Stuff

Been a bit/Shameless Plug

Tis been a bit since I have last wrote ta ye, As I have been rather busy with a fine show called Carousel.

As a certain Miss Caitlin Mac liked to put it "it's a show that basically says you can hit people as long as deep down you love them"

Although, I think she has dummed it down just a tad. But it is amazing show, I only play a small part but the other actor/esses are amazing, the song are breathtaking and we made a lady cry.

Also, we can control the weather.
So come see it, it will be the best money you have ever spent ($16 for Students $20 for adults)
There are 3 more shows! Tomorrow, Sunday the 20th at 3:00pm, Next Friday the 25th at 7:30pm and the night after that at 7:30pm (Saturday the 26th)

Seriously come see it, Everyone knows Bundy needs more culture.

DO IT.

-Roger.

Of Feesh, and Other Things.

Hey guys, You know how I've totally got fish on my blog?
Right Here>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Count them, tell me how many there are.
>:D
Ehehehehe.

Anyway, busy day today, seeing Zoee' Then I have rehearsals, Carosuel opens in a week, on the 15th of March with the Gala event, celebrating 60 years of the Playhouse Theatre, Tickets are $70 but well worth it, it is carnival themed, there will be men on unicycles, Devil sticks, fire twirling (maybe) so so much.

/shameless self plug

So yeah, massive Drama assignment due Tuesday, I have all tomorrow :D
I will get it done, and it will be amazing, and everyone will be amazed.
Then I will practice my English till I can say it flawlessly with the voice of a god.

:D
Then, I will luncheon :D

Tis all for now, Till next time
Roger Muffin Stuff.

Ello Fellows

Well hallo there Align Right, Let's use you today
So I have a new blog, it can be found here, it is about all my writing knick-nacks

http://writingandallthatentrails.blogspot.com/

Give it a little look see :)

Thankee kindly
RogerMuffinStuff

Listening Skills

Have you ever met someone that won't listen when something bad is said about them? They just get defensive?
Whether you are yelling or talking calmly?

My mother is exactly that, in it's worst form.
If i want to talk to her, about anything, if it involves her having to accept that she has done wrong, is wrong, or has something wrong with her.
then she won't hear it.

"I've done nothing wrong"
'i don't understand what I've done wrong"
Well you fucking should Mum, Because I just explained it to you.
eight times.

I don't understand why she does it, or what the fuck I am mean't to do about it.
just ignore her whenever she pisses me off, knowing that she will never listen to my explanation as to why I am pissed off?
Yell at her till she kicks me out?
Run away?

I don't know what to do, but it is wearing me down, and i don't know how much longer I can take it.

Hello Associates

Another year, Another day another decade, another month.

I would wish you all a happy New Year, But the thing is the years are defined by our own calenders so we are celebrating something of our own creation.

Humans are like that.

ANYWAY.
This year I'm doing Project 365, Taking one photo per day, And so far, I haven't missed a beat.
it's rather cool.

How are you all?
That's good.

Well, This was mean't to be longer, but I ran out of steam.

NIGHTNIGHT
Roger.