So it's been about 6 months since I last posted something. Skool takes up a HUGE amount of time and it's the most work I have ever done in my life. It's such an amazing feeling finally knowing what I want to do in life though. I've always had an idea and it's always been to do with medicine except that one time in pre-school when I thought being a vacuum cleaner would be pretty sweet.
The future looks bright. I've thought about my blog and have done some drawings for stories but for once, I've put work in front of fun. Sort of. I don't like to neglect my projects though and this blog has been good for me :)
The future looks bright. I've thought about my blog and have done some drawings for stories but for once, I've put work in front of fun. Sort of. I don't like to neglect my projects though and this blog has been good for me :)
Chico is now twice the size he was my last post and loves the beach to the point where he would literally dive out of a moving car to get to it. The last few visits I've been sad because he hasn't been showing much interest in me. But we reckon this is because when he knows he's going to the beach, nothing else matters. I go to pat him.....
Chico: Excuse me... but are you the beach?
Me:....no?
Chico: Then we have no business, on your way.
I don't like the beach very much. I like going out, watching the dog play and looking for shells but I'm not a huge fan of the water, I don't like how I end up finding sand where it shouldn't be and I especially don't like the sun. I got horrible sun burn on my shoulders because that day I decided I was going to wear a sleeveless top. What's worse is that it looked like that sun burn tan that says to people "Hey, I've been to the beach and I had a great time." I didn't.
The beach we go to which allows dogs off leashes, there's usually a shit ton of washed up jelly fish as well. They are relevant to my interests because of reasons and I go around poking them and screaming "JELLY JELLYS, JAKE!!"
Good day to you, I am Mr Jellingtons. Yes, this is my real hair. How dare you think otherwise.
After a semester of learning how to deal with cultural diversity and leaning more about the human psyche, you'd think I'd have more of an understanding of how other people tick. And I do, it's been pretty facinating so far but I still don't know whether I dislike people because I'm just intolerant or it's just because people are fucking stupid. When I see shit like this
Livin' the thug life
OR THIS
(Yes, that is a shop which was in the city for a while dedicated entirely to One Direction) it really makes me wonder how some people keep ticking.
I'm not the newest of the new to the internets but I'm not the oldest of the old either.I swear they're getting younger though. I'm on the train and the train driver announces that the Caboolture line (complete opposite direction to where we were going anyway) will be down from this date to this date. This kid in his yet to hit puberty voice yelled "Cool story, bro."
I burst out laughing. Mostly because it was unexpected as well as the fact that this kids balls were probably the size of peanuts. Why I thought of that, I'm not entirely sure. I laughed, but it wasn't a "Ha ha ha" laugh it came out as a sort of "BWAHA HA" A few people looked at me and I pretended to look as though I was looking at my phone. I don't think anyone noticed the screen was blank.
