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.