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I'm Ryan, and I don't particularly understand the importance of a Blog... but I'll Blog away anyway. Positively, it gives me a wall to talk to. I like having formation and fluency in my day. 'About Me'?... just read the Blog.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

An Anniversary, a Birthday & a University update.

"You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.

You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?"

Today is a magical day!
The 19th of January.
It was today, 365 days ago that I told Caitlin Knight that I love her and she giggled and didn't say a word for too long and I was freaking out. Then, not long after, she decided we would be better off as friends, and I agreed ... and by 'agreed', I mean went insane.
I did a lot of frowning, walking around ... taking pictures of cereal and puddles. I didn't handle it very well. I complained a lot and didn't change my socks. So, my idea was to write a lot of poetry for her. Letters, too, trying to explain my thoughts, saying things like;
"Everytime I look at you, I just feel like none of this has happened. Your eyes never change. Your browline and mouth does change though, and it makes me feel sick to see you this concerned, but I know you desperately want me to move on and stop thinking about you ... I'll try to be normal and comfortable for you. If your lucky, this will be the last time I ever feel compelled to tell you how I feel, how much I love you... If your lucky I'll get over you, but I don't think I can."
... and sometime after that, she invited me over. It was weird, I had no idea why she did this. I ended up lying next to her as she was falling asleep, on her request. Once she was asleep I slipped back into the other room, into the vacant bed and fell asleep - more confused than ever. The following Monday was our half-yearly Trials and for my English Creative Writing segment, I simply wrote what happened. I got 100%. I showed Caitlin. All was well.
Of course, I was difficult too. I always had boundaries. I'm easily socially exhausted. I some how love being alone for large periods of time. No man's an island? Ha! I'm an island. I still feel this way, but it's slightly different. Like, I'm Tom Hanks and Caitlin is my Wilson - stranded together.
... at any rate, we're fine now. I miss Caitlin a great deal right now and it's only been 3 days since I last saw her. Before that, we spent everyday together for a 2 weeks. Her pig and I are best of pals. Her horse is jealous of the attention I recieve. Her dog stands between my larges and smiles. Her little sister thinks I'm the coolest person alive. Her mum likes our cooking. Her dad likes my humour. I love her.
Here's to Cait!

She is part of my family now;


Picture are; Cousin Miley being pushed by Cait on the swing. Cousin Shannyn with the wonderful blonde afro being pushed by Brother Aden ... with a headband.

Today is also Cate (Voldemort)'s birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
She is Caitlin's magical friend from Outer Space (Germany). At first, she was like a 'Behind The Scenes' option on Caitlin's life. Now, she is a friend. A great friend. When Cate and I join forces, we have the power to make Caitlin cry out of happiness. That is pretty special. It's pretty amazing to coincidentally meet someone on the other side of the world and instantly click into an 8 year friendship via mail. Cate & Cait are both very lucky for knowing each other. In fact, soon I'll have known Cate for a year and we can continue to write tales and advice for the next 80 years.
Here's to Cate! Hip-Hip ... HOORAY!

Also, on a final note. We get our Uni notices back today. How exciting! :D

Adios, amigos!

Saturday, January 15, 2011

I must dash, Mr. Moustache. Farewell.

"Cats in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home 'stache?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then"


Caitlin told me to shave off my moustache, and so I did. Slowly.
I'll admit, it was a terrible growth. I tried to grow it at too young an age, but I was used to the feeling. Moustaches are so amazing. So, please vow a minute of silence for my fallen son.



That aside, I'm already used to being naked-faced. Now, I'll grow another ... maybe later. When my face yields a good crop of hair. Straight, crimson shoots. Once I have a moustache I can actually be 100% proud of, and not just an experiment, I'll keep it. Caitlin disliked it, and I didn't treasure it too much, and so it died.
I also shaved my chin, which I personally saw as a major improvement. Here are Caitlin's documentations of the events. Be warned, the following content is graphic ... as all pictures are ... it's a stupid warning when you think about it.


I love the reactions, they reflect my feelings exactly. Fear and sadness turned into an obnoxious
pride which soon transformed into regret and finally, shock. Also, I need another haircut! My God, my hair grows too fast and I only comb it once a month ... and by 'my God', I mean your God. If you don't have a God just insert some other significant item; "my Necklace!", "my Hat!", "my Sockpuppet!", "my Psychopharmicological Encyclopedia!" or "my ... Moustache!".
Sad Face.

Adios.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Geek or God?

WARNING!
Nerd Post, Nerd Post!!

"DOVAHKIIN, DOVAHKIIN.
NAAL OK ZIN LOS VAHRIIN WAH DEIN VOKUL MAHFAERAAK AHST VAAL.
AHRK FIN NOROK PAAL GRAAN.
FOD NUST HON ZINDRO ZIN.
DOVAHKIIN FAH HIN KOGAAN MU DRAAL.

AHRK FIN KEL LOST PRODAH DO VED VIING KO FIN KRAH.
TOL FOD ZEYMAH WIN KEIN MEYZ FUNDEIN.
ALDUIN FEYN DO JUN.
KRUZIIK VOKUN STAADNAU.
VOTH AAN BAHLOK WAH DIIVON FIN LEIN."


Not song lyrics those. Well, not officially.
It's a prediction. Written in the 'Tongue of the Dragons', it tells of the Nord God Alduin returning after thousands of years to swallow the planet.
Not in reality, no. In Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.
Think of Lord of the Rings, but completely interactive and much deeper. It's a game that represents thousands of years of fictional history. Elves, Man and Beastfolk living in a rich story. Here's a map of the 'game world'.


There are few things I enjoy more than a deep story and being allowed to personify myself in a fictional character. Its such a God-like feeling. Its like acting, filming, writing, reading and dreaming all at once. The reason I put the warning at the top is that many people are closed-minded when it comes to fantasy, sci-fi and video games. As though geeks and gamers are lazy, unattractive people with no imagination of their own. These people are idiots. Games have nurtured me through-out life, expanded my intrests of art, music and humour. They have given me an escape from reality and also a reason to delve back in. I'm a gamer.


These are 4 of the 10 playable races. The Imperials, one of the Human races, along with the Nords and Redguard. The Elves, this one being a Bosmer (Wood Elf), others include High Elves, Dark Elves and Orcs. The 3rd is a Breton, a child of both Human and Elvish blood. Then theres a Khajiit, one of the two featured Beastfolk, the other being the Lizard-like Aragonians.
That Asia-sized Continent above is populated with these races along with various 'wildlife' creatures. I personally love it. I can understand if you don't.

While I'm on this geeky subject, I thought I should mention that I found some old Warhammer figurines. John, Nick and I used to have lengthy debates about those pieces of plastic. Once again, we learned centuries of History that had no relevance to ... anything. It was all good, expensive fun. Painting is always fun and I loved creating terrain to play on.

So, back to Elder Scrolls. The newest title to the series is Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. Set in the world's Scandinavian equivalent. Each previous game (spanning from 1994) has heralded a step in a prophecy. After all boxes have been ticked, the God-Dragon Alduin will swallow the planet. The last box being a Nordic Civil War, exactly like the one in this game.
Begin Apocalypse.
I'm excited.

Sorry if I bored you,
Adios.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

My Adam Green Day

"Vain,
Underground,
Fist,
Face down.
Bruise as they heal my pain.
Food on the flight.
Bread,

Fist,
Bite.

Draw from the orange juice crane.
Picture a person you've forgotten.
kissing your brother
Or your friend.
Picture a wounded entertainer.
Cutting his hair again."



Ah, Adam. You so fine, baby.
So, this theme was inspired in many coincidental way. I felt like listening to him last night because I've felt very strange lately. He makes strange feel sexy. Like a sexy clown or woman in a fish suit. It is possible, but only in the right light. A green light, apparently. Adam is that is light. So, I listen to him and the thoughts of worthlessness and inability to stand for myself vanish. I feel comfortable when I think "if my life does not go how I wish, I'll live with monks or the Amish ... I'd even settle for busking on the street, reading Fairy Tales to depressed business men."
I consider that a rich fall-back plan.
The second ingredient to this theme is Cate commenting on my last post. It reminded me of a photo she sent me once of her, with a caption reading "Me, having an Adam Green Day", or something to that effect. I think she was referring to her dishevelled hair. I actually recognised the resemblance, but I think it was her eyes, in the way Mr. Green's always look sadly perfect. The night I recieved that picture, Adam was on RockWiz and wore tight jeans and a plastic jacket that he continually threw off. Here's a little clip of one song I've taken a shining too.



I love the Cat, the dancing, the top hat, the use of the name Eleanor, the fish bowl and, as the icing on the cake, his imperfect strike. Nine pins down. I love 9 ... or do I hate it? I lose track of my own emotions.
The last slice of inspiration was from Caitlin whom lets me show her any music I please. I don't think I've shown her Adam Green and I'm excited to. I think she'll like him. Sharing is Caring.


This is a picture of me. Dorian Grayesque was my attempt. Modern-er. I like my hair. I actually planned to print off a stack, leave them next to my bed and, on bad mornings, tear one up. Maybe two. Rip apart my sad, old face and suit and put on my Sonic the Hedgehog shirt and joggers and live as a 18 year old, socially awkward boy with a life many would kill for. I'm over the suit phase. I still prefer short hair and moustaches (even if it makes me look more awkward), but suits seem too much. I love wearing them ... but I don't want to be one. I don't want the suit to wear me. I do love my tie collection, however ... and my hats.
Speaking of clothing. My darling glasses, the Aviators which I saw every morning with. My saftey blanket, dangling from my neck or draped across my 'romantic' nose. Ha ha!
It's not really funny, it's just be a while since I thought that. Anyway, the intense heat lately has damaged them. The glass expanded in their frames and cracked, chipped. I look asthough I've been hit in the face when I wear them. I still kind of liking them. Adds character. Similar to when we did dancing at school and I'd place one of my G.I Joe toys in my front pocket just so the girls would ask "Why is there an army man in your pocket?"
Now I might get people asking "Who hit you?" or "What did you do?"
I'll take an arrogant breathe through my nose, smirk and reply "You should see the other guy."

I guess I should also, officially, say Happy New Year!
Enjoy what you're doing. Even if you hate it.
2011. Two years until December of 2012 when all of the lunatics will scream followed by bone-shattering shame. This one Danish man I saw on a Doco has spent his life savings and worked himself into a few million dollars of debt by loaning huge amounts and building a shelter in Madagascar for the 2012 Dooms Day. Caitlin asked "If he survives in the shelter, how will he get off Madagascar?"
Maybe on one of the UFOs that the secret organisation that killed JFK is hiding in Area 51.
I want to see his face as the sun comes up and the birds are chattering away ... the sun glowing naturally. I hate the idea of 2012. I KNOW there will be many suicides out of fear. People have already planned it and yet live happily now waiting for the date. They'll never know they were wrong. They're being punished for believing a story written by nuts. Y2k all over again but on a much more massive scale. People fear nature more than science. The sun is more aggressive than computers.

Adios.