Captain Hate's adventure in melancholy Oblivion and other musings

Hi.

Guess who's back?

Hint: It's me.

Today I continue on the epic journey i sent out to complete a while ago. A quest for fame, therapy and evidence of my existence. Therefore, this blog no officially has one more post. This one. Isn't it odd that a short series of words that can be found on the internet written by a hip young kid can be aware of itself? How can this post know that its the newest (as of right now, in the future this will just look silly) post on this website?


all created things are made with purpose and an agenda. Texts, films, tv shows, books, music etc nothing is an accident. Its mind control man. Thats how they get ya. Through the media, man.
Dude its like... woah... im freaking out bro...


in my next post i will dive in the a hypocritical odyssey into opinion and supremacy. meanwhile here is a picture of a friendly fellow:


You know its funny because you know that it doesn't really say fag (a derrogative word for homosexual) on his shirt. But you wouldn't know if you were blind, but if you are blind how are you reading this?


Hello?


What?

From the Darkened Deeps I Will Rise, A Paragon of Wrath and Vengeance

Dear non-existant figments of my imagination that I call readers,

This blogpost is about one thing, and one thing only: How painfully bored I am now.

I'm in South Africa on "Holiday" and my Parents seem to insist on avoiding fun as much as possible and are having a jolly good time playing family infront of their friends with horribly uneducated opinions about youth while sipping countless bottles of wine. Simply showing interest that I want to walk around the village to see what it is like but simply talking seems to be a taboo among these adults. NO. We have to sit in the ugly hotel and drink wine. Ray, you can drink a Fanta, have fun in the corner. FFFFFF...

Children should be seen, not heard.

The only time I say anything is when my parents want me to portray their forced opinions about stupid matters that I haven't been interested in for years.

We are also in the middle of NOWHERE. Endless vinyards with a tiny village with goss food and nothing interesting around for literal miles. What is worse is that my computer has broken down, most likely due to the assholery of some camel sucking horseface at school. To risk sounding like a tennage drama series I am freaking out without constant contact to my friends since my mobile has zero connection.

BAWDAWDASDAFSD

Its boring here. I dont like not being in cities. and this is the first full day. THe flights took around 24 hours. Which was fine since I didn't sa anything to anyone for that time and noone talked to me. Yay.

Reflecting, I see that this makes me sound like a complaining teenage city girl, which I really do feel like

Goddamn im so bored i could die. I am going to do my homework. and then i will DIE.

FUCK

Please Put Your Ghostly Tounge in my Mouth and Move it all Around

The title of this post has little to with what i am going to talk about, but hey, at least I'm not from Molde.

So guys and girls,

I am lazy. Incredibly so. The type that would rather use 30x more effort and time than just doing something i try to avoid. The result is a weird vicious cycle of regret and procrastination.

This is great cause im in the IB where we write 3000 word essays in a week with heaps of other homework.


B'aaaaaaaw


I like complaining. not like it isn't obvious but I thought that I might mention so that you understand that i am aware of it and im not just a cry baby. Even though, I actually am. :c

Too lazy; didn't read: B'AAAAAAAAW

Walrus Barbeque Seventeen

Hi. I'm sitting in my room on my bed and i decided to just type whatever comes into my head because my mind is racing right now and i've had way too much caffeine and normally i would hate someone who would call themselves hyper but right now im bouncing off the walls and im obsessed with large snakes eating people so ive drawn it multiple times in my "sketchbook" even though i cant draw. Dear god this is weird. Im shaking and my legs won't stand still. Skill. kill. Thrill. Mill.

rhyme, time, mime.

So me and Markus decided that the best indie rock band name possible must be Mutual Pancake Touching because it is three random words and indie folks like that stuff.

Ok Question tiem: Am I am Elitist?

Answer: I'm not sure. Is it possible to know if you are a snooty bastard if you are one. I hope im not am asshole to everybody but sometimes i dont know. I do tend to look down of some people. sheeple. Steeple. feeble. peon. farmer. Orc. Farmer. jasson statham is really bald.

Jason Statham is fantastic you know. I mean he is big build and beats people up while undressing. can you do that ? i cant but i wish i could. It would be an interesting skill like knowing how to draw. I wish i could draw. :( i cant because whenever i try i always give up and draw cartoon faces. I guess cartoons count as drawings but they aren't arty. Even though i may be half of the arty elitist couple im not that arty. Sure i watch asian films about metal men who have gay embryo sex but yeah.

So pirating movies. What is your feelings on that Ray? Well ray let me answer that question.
I dont know snow go boe low mow tow.

I feel bad because i dont like coffee goth omg RANDUM but ifeel this blog post is kinda OMGRANDUMLOL.

I am ashamed but i shouldn't be becasue im wearing blue show do moo doo lou crew sue through.


TEE HEE HE WINDOWS

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHaHAHHHHH

i apologize for this

ps. Guess what im not a robot.

OMG LOOK AT THIS

the title implys that this post is much more exciting than it probably is.

But:

Look what I made :3


http://swfcabin.com/open/1248085034

Dutch trip (forgive spelling and grammar)

DAG 1: It was 2.30 in the morning. The dim lights flickering at the local bunnpris invited me back to sleep. With my tourist costume on i met up with my friend ready to kick some dutch ass. The buss was tiresome. No sleep in over 18 hours
After the painful flight and train,
we arrived in the town of Breda
where an armada of weird looking, greased up dutch monkey people took our baggage and walked us down to the local pub.
it was the middle of the day and without sleep, i crawled back to their school and tried to stay awake through a German and a french class.
upon arriving home, the welcoming scent of lavender toilet soap and french fries stuck me as i walked into the small cramped room of Sjoerd, my match.
Blackout as i probably slept for 12 hours straight

Day 2: Woke up to sounds of birds chirping. Spring time had obviously come to the flat flat country we lived in.

After finding out about that dutch people eat sprinkles for breakfast we cycled our 50 minutes to get the school.
once getting off the extremely awesome, laid back chrome handlebars bike, my legs became jelly and i fell over in front of a gang of ugly degenerate dutch kids. Pride broken, along with my ability to walk, I struggled to get up to the classroom where the overly effeminate teacher named Wim told us about the city walk we were going to have to survive. Panic struck. I was far too tired, I had slept 12 h
hours of the last 50
and my mind was wandering off.
While walking through the city streets of the city, i looked at the bars and pubs and thought about the day to day activities of these orange loving europeans. they party every weekend without remorse and just tear shit apart.
once the city walk was over we went into town.
I think i fell asleep in the bar while the others were watching. I didn't care, the only thing i did care about was just shutting my eyes and thinking about pixies and leprechauns.
we cycled home and i slept more

Guess who's back back back....

So my dearest non-existent readers,

as you might have noticed, I have not posted anything on this fan-diddly-tastic blog in a long time.
This is why I want to give you hugely big and awesome update before I run off the see new STAR TREK movie. :3

I've been to Germany and went to Fedcon where the first 2 pictures are from. The sight of so many social outc-... ummm I mean 'Sci-Fi fans', made me very happy. All walking around in their tiny bubbles of injokes and awkwardness with other people living in similar bubbles, waiting to see their favorite television actors talk for an hour and a half about their extremely detailed and improumtu explanations about how the characters they played a decade would act in hypothtical situations.

2 days after coming back, I left dear the frozen north to go to The Netherlands (or the Underworld like I say).

10 days of patying hard with my Pre-IB class and our dutch matches was boatloads of fun. Everything from eating DE-RI-CIOUS Stroopwaffles to making out and singing "Singing in the Rain" in the rain was, to put it lightly, awesome.
I think i might make a diary from this trip and post it here, beause I probably have to do one for school anyway.

By the way...

My exams went pretty well. 4 on the math and 3/4 in Norwegian. I have yet to recieve my english exam because my teacher was probably using it to dry blood stains off of her wall.

Final word of warning: Do not eat Croquettes or Frikadellen. Ewww

Her Royal Highness Raiko Gorgophone, Queen of Siam

After weeks of waiting, complaining and trying to speak to Swedes (which is surprisingly hard), Dell sent over an awesome technician to install my much needed Hard Drive.


Thank God.

The rebirth of my portable baby was a good chance to give it a new name.

Her Royal Highness, Raiko Gorgophone, Queen of Siam.

Raiko (get it RAY-ko tee hee hee) is a japanese girls name meaning "next child", which fits because this is the second time this pc is new, and Gorgophone is just awesome. It's meaning is grim slayer. Which is more br00tal than Vlad the Impaler.

Oh and its a queen because I've always wanted to say that I am sitting on the Queen.

Also, add personas to firefox and get the LOLface (awesome smiley) skin. The Screenshot is related.

Hard Weeks Ahead AKA Me Complaining About Things

Tentamen.

The "mock exams" that count for a large part of our final grade, the painful week simply shoving the fact in our face that another year has ran by and the torture of sitting inside for 7 days studying while joyous youngster frolic in the fresh spring heat.

Tomorrow (approximately 10.5 hours from now) I will in a small magenta colored classroom, staring down at a terrifying document known as fransktentamen. My french 1 exam is going to be boring and a failure. Because, as I am writing this, precious seconds get wasted that I could be spending writing down french words with no translation.

My weekend is going to be busy doing 2 things. Practicing our play for my drama from the crack of dawn (10 am counts as the crack of dawn during the weekend) and studying "theoretical mathematics".

Monday will probably be wasted away until around 11 pm when I realize that maybe I should do some preparation for the Norwegian exam.

Tuesday will be spent weeping over how mind numbingly boring, yet ironically, horribly stressful the exam is. Then I will start preparing for the English exam. I want/physically need a perfect score on the English and our teacher is hard to impress. I think i will make an entire post about our teachers some other time.

Wednesday will be spent practicing The Spanish Fly (my drama group's next performance) and perhaps fearing the big dark hole my English teacher will put me in if I don't come to school with 10 dictionaries, 20 non-Wikipedia pages from the internet, 2 spare memory sticks, an extra pair of pants in case I piss myself in fear and an emergency number on my telephone for when I try poisoning myself if something doesn't save.

Thursday is the English exam and I think you can guess how I feel about it.

Friday. HERP DERP MATH DURR HURRF. I really don't want to take this exam because I really, really, really need to do well. My math grades are all over the place and this could make or break my grade. I also have to dress up as a rabbit (technically a hare) and be mistaken for the Easter Bunny.

Saturday will be yet another day of paid humiliation when I go to work. As a Bunny rabbit.

Sunday....ummm...Could it posssibly be?....is it possible that....I don't have anything to do on Sunday? Of course not. I have the big fat dutch project I need to work on. Plus practice for the play.

Will I survive this long tiresome week of exams and little social interaction? Yes. Will I enjoy it? No.

Final thought: writing this blog has been the best form of distraction and procrastination ever. I'm going to go back to writing french words and reading about the lonely nerd Guillaume.

Edit thought: I hate the words physical and inertia because it seems like there are hundreds of ways to spell them.

Triple Ray Extravaganza and why I like Picasa.

 

Here I am with a pair of Ray-Ban Clubmasters. Striking a Ray Charles pose. With random effects from Picasa.

Picasa is really tons of fun. Just seeing what photos look like with different effects. I am surprised by how well the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button works. You should download it and play with it. It's also great for simple organization of your photos, pictures and, in my case at least, your extensive horror manga collection.

Oh, and did I mention it can directly upload to blogger?

The King of Siam and his Many Adventures

Three photos of me that i uploaded through the glorious program called picasa. Obviously, I hit the "warmify" button on these and "tint" on the last one. It just makes everything so much more cute.

1. Me looking like a true taoist thinker in a gazebo-ish thing in Kew Gardens, London.
2. The R in Disneyland California.
3. The swing ride in Dyreparken, Kristiansand.

Ps. Notice the face on that wheel.

The Earth Spins Around and Around and Around...

Hello dear children.

It is currently 9:19 pm on the 11th of April. It's a Saturday. The noisy sounds of At the Drive-In contrasts well against the otherwise boring spring night.

It's dark outside, which is interesting, because I like the idea that on the other side of the earth, the sun is shining and people are out and about. Isn't that a weird fact? I mean really think it. Everything on earth is constantly spinning because the earth it's self is spinning. Why does it spin? I don't know. Don't you think that it should be important to learn why the earth spins? I was never taught this in school. I am happy that I am old enough not to freak out to realize this well known fact.

If i were 5 and actually thought about it, I'm not sure how I would react. I would probably wonder that if I walked straight forward at the speed that the earth spins for 24 hours, would i ever move? Unfortunately, i know this answer to this question.

The earth spins. All the time. Forever.
Wow.

Am I just easily impressed or fascinated by simple and childish thoughts? Probably.