by ZombieSkittles on August 24, 2009
This is a random situation that occurred, and by itself seems just foolish. But looking back, in the grand scheme of things, would of attributed to the downfall of the relationship. This is a brief post which segues into the next story, and if it weren’t for that fact I wouldn’t even mention it.
Both Charlotte and I had a friend in common called Anna. They had gone to the same school together for a little while, before Anna started at Nuriootpa, then I met her. She was a funny weirdo, but in a good way. I did enjoy talking to her, and while I only really saw her because she stalked me before school, it was good to have extra company.
Now, I ended up at a different, larger Youth Group this one night, it was a sort of combined effort of several groups, into one big one. I’d gone because Charlotte was going to be there, and I had a gift for her in the form of a bracelet. The day was fairly basic; I hung out, awkwardly gave her the bracelet, then continued hanging out. I felt out of place at the event until Anna arrived, I hung out and caught up with her for a little while.
Then, the next scene I remember is the clincher. Both Anna and Charlotte were sharing a lift home, and I walked outside with them to the car. At that point, I hugged Anna, and went to hug Charlotte, but thoughts went through my mind. She was on the other side of the car, if I went to hug her, would that come off as weird?, and before I could get up the courage to go over and give her a hug, she was in the car. This is a perfect example of how bad I am. I can hug Anna, but I couldn’t work up the courage to hug my own “girlfriend”.
Bad? YOU BE THE JUDGE, BECAUSE I AM CLEARLY BIAS.
by ZombieSkittles on July 16, 2009
I’m taking a break from writing a particularly difficult journal entry to write this blog post.
I know everyone has experiences where you say to yourself “That’s a bit of luck” or “That’s unlucky”. It happens to everyone several times a day, particularly the people I see at the Casino…where the whole reason people are there is to try their luck.
Now, I find this doesn’t happen so simply with me. I seem to experience luck in solid blocks rather than scattered randomly, almost as if there was nothing lucky about it. I’ll have a period where EVERYTHING works out, I get everything I aim for, and everything seems to fall in my lap. It’ll last weeks or months. Then, without noticing, it turns. Things start going wrong where it should be straightforward, things are happening that never used to, and it really gets to me. Lately things have taken that bad turn they so often do. Things go bad where I’m involved, and I can’t seem to stop it. I suspect part of it is my perception of events, but it seems too weird for my liking.
I know you’re probably reading this thinking I’m overreacting, and for all I know I am, but at the same time I’m a little concerned. It’s happened a few times before, and each time it’s really affected me. I’m really wondering if anyone else has similar experiences to what I have?
by ZombieSkittles on April 20, 2009
I’ve always found it funny the way various staples of internet culture get thrust into the spotlight in real life (IRL LMAOROFLCOPTER LOLSAUCE), like when lolcats were introduced to the mainstream (and article writers were jumping onto the “new” trend, which dates back at least three years ago). It’s interesting to see the various ways such memes get used in pop culture, and even occasionally advertising, like in KFC’s attempts to attract more youth employees with it’s employment campaign making use of “text speech” (as featured in the campaigns title U+KFC)
This morning while half asleep, I made the decision to go to the deli down the road and overdose on energy drinks. My drink of choice, Mother, was sold out yet again much to my disapproval. I’ve always wonder if they actually get it in anymore, or just tell me it’s coming Friday to mess with my head. Either way, that’s not what this story is about, despite it being exceptionally uncool. What this story is about is the drink that I found after substituting my primary choice with a large drink bottle sized can of ROCKSTAR (which is disgusting).
Here it is, in all it’s apparently black current powered glory. LOL. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, so when I saw it in the shop’s fridge, all I could do was burst into sporadic laughter. It was the last can on the shelf, so I quickly snatched it up. The sole reason for which was, sadly enough, because I knew I’d want to blog about it (kind of sad, really). The drink itself, while being situated in the same area as the other energy drinks and the can being styled as one, is labelled as having “no bad stuff”, and the nutrition table fails to list anything like caffeine or taurine. However, it does go to mention that it counts for 250% of my recommended daily intake, which does worry me slightly. However, I am willing to sacrifice my already abysmal health to drink this concoction.
I cracked open the can, and while the smell wasn’t nearly as strong as that of Rockstar (which is sitting in front of me for if get the guts to try and drink more of it), I could definitely smell the strong scent of blackcurrent as it wafted out of the can. Bringing it to my lips, I took one big gulp, letting it sit in my mouth for a moment to take in the flavour. At that point, I remembered I don’t like black current.
And so ends this journey; I learned nothing.
Both Charlotte and I had a friend in common called Anna. They had gone to the same school together for a little while, before Anna started at Nuriootpa, then I met her. She was a funny weirdo, but in a good way. I did enjoy talking to her, and while I only really saw her because she stalked me before school, it was good to have extra company. 
