For the benefit of Mr. Kite

Ok, I really hate writing about myself, the blog entry underneath this one will be the most I ever really write about me personally, Thats why I could never keep a diary.. But I guess this is a tad LIKE a diary.. but it's slightly more fun.

Alright, so the middle of the week I go to my friend Mikee's birthday party, Which was corn fritter flippin' awesome!, We watched the Lion King, And I never realized how traumatizing and sinister it is, I mean of course it's got the great classic generic "Good triumphs over Evil" type thing going on, But Simba loses his Father, has had attempts on his life and has been brainwashed into thinking he had committed lionslaughter in the wake of his uncles rage, I mean, despite the fact that the characters are lions, The Idea is almost quite Historical, the Idea of one killing a member of one's family in order to gain power is kind of like the ultimate sacrifice, your all Mr/Mrs/Miss power soaken But yah family hates yah, Meanwhile, whilst your abusing your bloodstained power, your nephew finds his courage and challenges you for the fate of pride rock and the place as LION KING! We also went to Rachel's house and played Silent Hill four "the room" Now That's great! I was extremely Nerve-y, Not about the actual game, but at the fact that the controlers were so difficult, but I had a go when and tried to get the hang of it, but I really wanna actually go and kill shit, now that I have figured out how to move argh! 

I was in town today and I saw a whole bunch of S.P.C.A collectors in animal suits, and really wanted to give them money because this girl in a cow suit gave me one of "those" smiles ,like "if you do I'll give you a sticker!" and I freeken lurrrve stickers but I thought 10c would be really mean so I just tried not to look at their smiles and I ended up looking down , which then made me not look up at all, which then made me a bit lost, which then made me disorrentated, But surprisingly I wasn't panic-y, so I had to ask for directions as to where to go in my own city I felt silly 

Bkewgh! 

I have really begun to relax my English a bit, When I look at my First posting and now this'un my English has gone somewhat "down hill" I feel ashamed!

Have a really lovely Christmas everyone!

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The start

Well, This is very interesting I should say! But uh truth is, it's not really, It's more like an extension and published version of Human frailties, to be quite frank!. My friend Mikee said I should create a blog.. And I had nothing to do this afternoon so I took her advice and have created one, as you can see ( a little pointless but I can see the potential fun in it) So I'm slightly Noob-y at this blog posting so I guess I should talk about myself, my friends, my family and what's "going down" in "The life and times" But I shall not, I see this as a chance to write down my stories! But knowing myself that is really not going to happen, so I'll stick with feelings and happenings but with the occasional tale!. 

So, to start off with, I am so oober excited that it is less that a week that, my Family and I, will begin our decent to cromwell in the South Island! It's the first time I will have a christmas and actually feel as though I'm on holiday! Ah 'twill be an experience, spending christmas with my Fathers Parents, good ol' Gran'ma and Gran'pa, Being British an' all as well as very old and very argument prone, It's the classic christmas sit-com! The last time I saw G-ma and G-pa was.. Uh.. two years ago, I would hate to think how much taller I am than G-ma now. Although Their Arguments can lead to hidden laughter, G-ma and G-pa have a really amazing Life story. G-pa was a bomber in the second world war, Now most of the time Bomber's had a 14 day life expectancy, Grand-dad managed near a year, the stuff he did, not only avoiding anti aircraft but dropping bombs on cities and towns, after the war G-pa was assigned to teach the new student flyers, He did this for quite some time, and then decided to settle in the wellington suburb Hatiti. G-ma was an ambulance driver, but before that she was studying art at oxford, now this is the 1930's and women weren't ment to study at high class universities, so when they read out the name John Ross-baily, she stood up and said "actually it's JOAN Ross-baily" Being only 5'3 

naturally people were very patronizing, but G-ma's fiery persona soon earned the respect of every tutor and pupil, despite her height issues. There is more on G-ma and G-pa but I haven't had a chance to talk to them fully about it, so more on that later! Yeah anyway CROMWELL PEOPLE it's really beautiful down there, No-one for miles (ten minutes atleast) Hills Eying their shadows as they bore their hundred year old judgemental looks at you, It's really, really nice! you should go sometime nothing much else has been happening 

Uh well I shall speak more in my next blog 'coz it's tea time and I'm hungry!

Cherio! 

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