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I mentioned a while ago (I think it may have been in my very first entry) my friend Dalfino was planning on making his own blog called 'The Deep Box'. Now he has finally done it, and so far it seems to be pretty good. Anybody who reads this blog should check his out sometime, here's the link: http://thedeepbox.tumblr.com
EDIT: Dalfino has now given up on his blog and deleted it... Several weeks ago I wrote a blog entry called 'Failed Joke' where I told you about a joke I tried on a friend of mine, and it ended terribly... However, just yesterday I tried the joke again on another friend and had a much more desired reaction!
Me: So, you know the joke about gullible not being in the dictionary? Friend: Yes. Me: Could you explain it to me? I never understood it. Friend: Ah... I don’t know, you're not playing a trick on me are you? Me: No... (Thinking: heh heh, yes I am). Friend: Well do you know what gullible means? Me: Ah... no... Friend: *sighs* it could only be you who didn't understand this joke... Me: So I tell you an embarrassing secret of mine and all you do is mock me? Friend: Well, I guess I'll explain it so you don't get embarrassed: basically, gullible means that you’ll- Me: Heh heh heh, that why you are gullible! Of course I know what it means. Friend: Heh, very funny. You're such an evil genius. Me: :D Ignoring the 'evil', what was previously a 'failed joke' now got me called a genius! I talk a lot on this blog about how people on the internet are perverted weirdos, but that isn't true of all of them. A few years ago, via the internet, I met somebody named Mairi Mac Arthur who today I met in person for the first time. Showing therefore that talking to internet people isn't really the dangerous thing I make it out to be. Here's a photograph of the two of us (it was a rather sudden unexpected photo, hence the awfulness): P.S. I realise that today's entry was posted after midnight, but this thing runs on American time so I think I'm fine.
I went to a party at my friend Christian Watkins' house this Saturday. There was a moderately large group of people also invited who I didn't know. I better not include their names due to the fact that they might be embarrassed as they were, at least a little, drunk when this happened.
I was standing in a garden with a group of people I didn't know. This included at least two males and two females. "So, by the end of the night, my boobs will have come out," said one of the females. "Sheesh, I hope not!" I thought to myself "Why do we have to wait until the end of the night?" said one of the males. "This is getting bad..." I thought. "Well maybe I should get them out now then," she said. "Actually, maybe you shouldn't. In fact, maybe you should do the opposite of that and put some more clothes on? It seems like a good idea to me at least, it's quite a cold evening, and you don't want to wake up embarrassed tomorrow!" "You think I should put more clothes on?" she asked me. "Yep," I said with a smile, "it could be a good idea in the end." "Who here thinks I should put more clothes on?" she asked the group. All other males mumbled together and one said "Maybe take some off!" "Well, this guy, Adam Randall" she said, pointing at me, "Doesn't like to see naked ladies. Adam Randall is gay! "I'm not gay though..." I said. Then they all started playing the 'Unexposed Boob Feeling Game' which I decided not to play. Hopefully none of that was regretted the following day... My original plan for today's entry was to write about more of the things that happened when I was out in the clubs at Bath, but then I realised that the people involved in what I was going to write might be too embarrassed to have those things written in my blog. So my next blog entry about the clubs is postponed until I can ask people's permission. Instead, today I'm going to write about why it is that water, above every other drink, is my favourite. A lot of people seem to find it very strange that water is my favourite, but really there are many reasons that it is better than other drinks.
Firstly, the taste of water: With something gross like Non-Diet Coke it always tastes exactly like an unhealthy sickly sweet drink. But water is different, water seems to change depending on what you have recently eaten: if you're hungry it fills you up like a delicious snack, if you've just eaten chocolate, the water will taste slightly sweet, if you've had something very salty it'll cool your mouth in a nice antidote kind of way. For all situations, water tastes the nicest. Secondly, it's lack of calories: Unlike any other drink, no matter how much water you drink you won't get fat. I personally like to drink about four 500ml bottles of water a day at least, if I were to do this with Non-Diet Coke I would be getting about 800 extra calories a day and surely would end up fat. Thirdly, it's always suitable: No matter what situation you're in, nobody minds if you have a bottle of water with you. You can't talk to a group of people while sipping on a can of coke, or walk through the shops with a bottle of Sprite. No matter where you are, nobody questions you having a bottle of water with you. So I hope, I have rationally argued the reasons why water is my favourite drink. Lots of people find it strange, but this blog entry makes it pretty clear. This is a question that is, really, very hard to answer. I know that it's addressed, along with all other forms of art, in philosophy where people wonder about the value of art, but I think the biggest mystery is why anybody likes music.
With paintings, you often have very nice scenery, something scary or something imaginative. It's pretty obvious why people would like these things. The same is true of writing and other forms of art which tell a story: humans are naturally sociable and talk to each other about things which have happened to them, this is just another form of that. But, like I say, music is a big mystery. Imagine the first people, living in caves, hunting for survival and all that kind of thing. In their free time (once they had developed language) they may have exchanged tales with one another, or documented them as cave paintings. But how would music have started? I can really think of no reason whatsoever that people would like music. Why, evolutionarily speaking, is there any reason that people would enjoy certain sounds? Sure, something like the sea sounds nice, but I think the main reason that it is enjoyed is due to the lack of any other annoying sounds. Who could have discovered music? Who could have realised that certain sequences of sounds are nice for humans? How was it that the first instruments came into existence? I guess these are all things that will remain unknown. But I still think it's pretty interesting to think about, which is why I thought it'd make a good blog entry. So like I said a few days ago, I recently went to the clubs in the nearby town of Bath with my friends. This is actually the first time I've ever done anything like that, so I've decided to write up a summary of the experience on here.
Basically, the clubs have their dance-floors underground, most probably, as was pointed out to me, because if the music is coming from underground, the loud noise is mostly contained. I was fairly early at the club, so the dance-floor was almost entirely empty apart from my friends and I. Before long, however, it filled up with people and you know how in an ants nest you have millions of ants all crawling over each other and everything in a very small area? It's just like that, except it isn't ants, it's people, and it isn't an ants' nest, it's a nightclub. It is extremely packed, and as such, extremely hot, especially if you're wearing a blazer. I don't tend to sweat all that much on hot days or anything, but down there I felt as if I'd been pushed in a pool, it was so hot that I even had to unbutton ALL of the buttons on my polo shirt. But the heat isn't all that bad, I didn't really mind it. The main problem was that several strangers seemed to be somehow inclined towards me, which was a little strange. The first time was in a bar, actually before we went to the clubs, I was talking to my friend when I felt somebody pulling on my boxer shorts, I thought nothing of it and continued talking with my friend, but then it happened again so I turned around. "I can see your boxers," said a random female with a strange smile. "Oh sorry." I said as I pulled up my trousers. "Please don't touch my underwear again." Luckily, she left me alone after that. Unfortunately, the next two people didn't even say anything to me, they just spoke with their hands, so to speak... I was enjoying myself on the dance-floor, dancing away and all that crazy stuff, when I was suddenly spanked a couple of times, a span around to see who had done it, hoping that it might be Dalfino (he does stuff like that), but instead it was a second random female. She then winked at me, luckily, I had a plan of how to perfectly handle any situation like that… Specifically my plan was to run away. So I did. This is the third and final one. After I had ventured back onto the dance-floor, I was again enjoying myself on there. Then suddenly there was a guy who was trying to make his way through the crowd, probably to reach a friend of his or something like that, as he walked past me I felt his hand land on my backside. I thought to myself "That's a little strange, but I'm sure there's a logical and innocent, explanation. His hand just probably accidentally landed there on his voyage through the crowds and he's probably as embarrassed as I am" then his hand squeezed me and it was time to run away again. Later on I noticed another female was staring at me a lot, shortly before I left, but I'm sure it could have been purely innocent or nothing at all. So nothing bad came from that, but I was still quite bewildered at how three different people had been so invasive of privacy. It's the most shocking thing about going to the clubs, and if you're a light-hearted person, you might want to mentally prepare yourself for it before going... As yesterday was my last day as an MDSA, I thought this would be a suitable entry. I think MDSA stands for 'mid-day supervisor assistant' or something like that, but I've never been told, I'm just guessing. Basically I just clean up after children while they eat lunch.
1. If you're walking along with your water bottle you might accidentally drop it in brown sludge, not notice that you dropped it in brown sludge, and then get brown sludge in your mouth when you try and have a drink. 2. Sometimes the children will steal your litter picking claw. Then they might pick up an old snotty tissue from the floor and smear it on your face. 3. When you're out cleaning the field, you carry a bin bag so that the children can walk over and put rubbish in the bag. However, some children are very lazy, and they don't want to walk all the way to you, or to wait for you to get to them, so they just throw rubbish at you. 4. Some of the stupider children don't realise when a bin bag hasn't been properly put in a bin, so then they throw drinks in there and other slimy foods and you have to handle a grossly slimy bag. 5. Sometimes a gang of children asks you for money every day, as they say, they do 'need it' so there's nothing you can do but give it to them. 6. In the past, the manager of the MDSAs was a very angry woman (she's mellowed since I filed a complaint) and sometimes she liked to throw chairs at people. 7. Fat children are very hungry things, sometimes they will bite you. 8. The crazy girls will do disturbing sexual things to upset you, for example sitting, in a skirt, with their legs wide open and placing a pile of rubbish for you to pick up between their legs. 9. People, especially the fat kids, like to bear hug you. All you can do is hope they let go. 10. The crazier ones will ask you to bend over to get something far away, so they can photograph your backside and upload the photo onto whatever social networking site they like to use. Having said all of that that, I did enjoy the money, and I did make a new friend from it all, so it wasn't too bad. http://www.allout.org/en/petition/stop_funding_hate?akid=170.359123.TnbZG2&rd=1&t=3&utm_campaign=Apple&utm_content=english&utm_medium=email&utm_source=actionkit
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