Direction

I'm diggin the vague title of this post.  It seems meaninful, but isn't really at all.  It's vaguely related to that I was thinking 'where is this blog going', but then I decided it was just some kind of beautiful nowhere.  (Apologies for pretty cringey metaphor)  (Does anyone else find the word 'cringey' cringey? - I tend to associate with those magazines for girls which have that 'Cringe Page', where all these 13 year olds are like 'I went shopping.... WITH MY MOM!!!!! MEGACRINGE!!!')

I do not go shopping with my mum, the mum does my shopping for me.  I am aware that this is even loss cool than the aforementioned method of obtaining clothes, but it works for me.  Here's the deal:  My mother is like 'here, take monies, and do budgeting for obtain life skill', so I'm like 'I shall take this wonga stash', then I don't actually do budgeting, I can't be bothered to buy clothes when I look so beautiful anyway, and my mum buys me some generic (but lovely) jeans out of genuine pity.  (And also some shoes which are by 'FUBU', and take about a minute to get on each, but are shamefully cooler than my other wearing trainers.
Hey according to the internet (Urban dictionary and this weird European site, FUBU is a once really cool clothes brand, which is bigger in America, but also surrounded by racial tension because it's make by black people, and black people wear it, which has lead to loads of unfiltered racist acronyms for the word 'FUBU' across the internet. 

STOP, I WAS JUST ON DAVID GLOVER'S WALL ON FACEBOOK, AND EVERYONE HAS TO SEE THIS ALL-CAPS WORTHY THING RIGHT HERE!

Actually, a lot of this guy's vidoes are pretty great, but they mostly involve toughness-crushing fluffy animals doing cute stuff.

*** Interuption Over ***

Anyways, speaking of how uncool I am (seems to form a substantial amount of this blog), I was upgraded to advbuilder on the ol' Minecraft Classic the other day, which is about the most e-authority I've ever had in my life, and I've also legalised my copy of Minecraft before the Beta.  Hooray for Notch!

Speaking of David Glover (which I was also doing), we accidentally invented a great game on Friday evening.  Here's what you need to play:
- Giant connect four.
- A crazy friend.
-To be crazy
- Two lame girls.

Basically, the game consists of putting the connect four pieces into the connect four as fast as  you can, saying things like 'hurry!' or 'there's no time to lose!', but with the little slide on the bottom pulled out so that the pieces all fall right through.  Then, the girls (who are too lame to undestand) want to make something vaguely sensible of the game, so toggle the slides.  This only adds to the chaos and fun, becuase you proceed to pull the toggles back, sending all the rings crashing down, ready to be put back into the giant connect four to a chorus of 'Quickly!' and the like, whilst laughing hysterically as if under the influence of drugs. 

This is why drugs / alcohol always confused me - I don't find it dificult to do any of the things people do when they're 'under the influence', as it were, and perhaps even have more of a good time due to be aware as to how thoroughly ridiculous I am being, but then not doing anything lame like throwing up in a gutter, getting pregnant or dying.  It is my naive point of view that actually, drugs and booze and that are just some kind of excuse to do all the crazy things you want to do, but just dont want to do whilst being fully in control of yourself, so that people won't say 'oh yeah, you danced all crazy!' or 'That connect four madness was ridiculous!', but rather just 'whoa, we got totally [Insert pretty much anything here]-ed last night!'

Society rant over.  Anyways, I like the game becuase it is fun, yet entirely without purpose, just like:
- This blog
- Minecraft
- My joinin of BinWeevils, solely to say intellectual things to a sea of nine year olds, whilst they all beg each other for virtual friendship and get upset about loosing games or 'mulch'.

(Maybe that last one wasn't cool, and more discening people would have left it unsaid, but then those people wouldn't be doing it.)  (By way of a partial excuse, I saw it when a computer blocked me from viewing my Sister's Blog, and suggested a list full of child-friendly websites.  Interesting, also, that my blog is understood by the computer as clean, where as Ruth's has content which may be innapropriate for children.

Oh yeah, my sister is home, which is great.  Other than this, sorry for the lack of updates of late, I like to keep things inconsistent so you don't get bored.