domingo, 20 de noviembre de 2011

G'day, once more.

Dear Mik and Lily,

I'm writing you this to let you know I am well and alive, nothing save a few broken bones and scratches here and there have harmed me. It is nice to know I'm thought of every now and then. I suppose you could say I'm a ghost, I do nothing more than wave my electromagnetic hair in the crevices of the Internet, it's happens to help me accomplish much.
I'm unsure as to what you would like to know about, but I'll answer any questions you happen to have. I'm preparing to enter a new celebration into the book of holidays: October 13th, the day of the terribly bold coffee in the little hobbit's restaurant at the corner of the plaza in Mexico. Yes, I visited Mexico, and the coffee was stupendously strong... and tasted vaguely of cinnamon. Is this normal?

I wish you both sunshine and bold drinks,

martes, 1 de junio de 2010

Color blind

Have you ever wondered what drinking coffee in the morning would be like, if it was green?
Have you ever wondered what you would call your dog, if instead of being furry or fluffy it was sticky and stringy?
What if your palm tree outside your house was upside down? Or the pillow on your bed was made of blue cheese?
Have you ever wondered?

I have.

In fact, I have wondered so much, that now I call my [very fluffy] dog 'agglu' short for 'agglutinative' which, in case you're a stubborn illiterate, means to adhere with glue. Or, in stupid words, it means sticky.
I once put green coloring in my coffee. I won't say more.
Have you ever tasted blue cheese? Bloody God it's the most atrocious thing you'll ever torture your tongue with. "shudders". Never again. Not even if you stick a blue-cheese stick up my... I'll shut up now.

Now. Onto another famous subject, white pointers. Don't they just make you want to jump into a wave, bounce on it's foamy bubbles and fly?

I once hit the turps and saw a jumbuck. I swear.

I'm losing my aussie linguistics. I thought moving to the land of "free" and the "brave" would bring me "joy" and a "new life". But really, I just miss the sangers and all my mates going around yelling about the rip snorter of a night.

The rock on my window sill just turned purple.

domingo, 18 de enero de 2009



I am sorry for the delay on the blog. Entrance exams for college are hectic, and early. It sucks.

I haven't introduced myself to you yet, have I? I do apologize. My last post was purely fun; a glimpse of my life without sleep, which is pretty often. I must admit it was a lot of fun writing it also.
All right, to get to the basic idea: Hello. You can call me Blaze *"Hello Blaze"*. I am 17 years old, and will be entering college this coming august. I don't write very often, but love to do so when I get the chance. Originally from Australia, my family and I moved to California almost 2 years ago. I. Love. To. Surf.
Yes, Love it. Haha.
I have a relatively small family: Mom, Dad and 1 younger sister. I am also currently in a relationship with an absolutely remarkable girl: Tessa. Without her, my life would be similar to a hermit crab's.

I will leave you all here, and truly attempt to continue writing more regularly.

domingo, 2 de noviembre de 2008

Beware of orange broccoli

Nyaaaaaaaa. That's right. You heard it. Nyaaaaaa. What did you say? You're having tough daily problems? Oh, well that's shitty. Nothing new though, c'mon be original! You could at least say something such as "Life is like a pretty bird. No doubts, just sex all day!" Well, that is only if you have a friendly bee by your side. Y'know, I have never understood that one expression. How the heck did they come up with "like the bees and birds" when explaining sex to a young child? That is my question to you. If you have a snarky reply please consent me with it.
Alright then, you've told me about your day. I'll tell you mine. I started the day out stubbing my toe against my dresser, just like I do every single morning of my life. My toe has become as hard as a rock, doesn't even hurt anymore. Well, except for the slight pressure and heavy weight on that side of my foot.
Then I go into my bathroom, and look at myself in the mirror. Once I'm done day dreaming about the green hairy attacking monster in the reflection, I take a shower.
I'm bored of telling you about my days. They're so problematic, just like how difficult it is to feed a dolphin veggie leftovers. You'd think they would love some home-made carrots and rotting broccoli, but apparently they'd rather chew off your arm than eat month old vegetables. I can't blame 'em one bit though.
How did dolphins come into mind again? Oh, that's right... you were telling me about how your most recent chocolate muffin had an orange worm in it. Well, I'm sorry. I really am, I had meant to dye the worm brown, just like the muffin, but somehow the dye got mixed up and it ended up being orange. I really wanted to save you the trouble of getting rabies by eating the muffin, but you still took a bite! I'm so sorry. Please beware of all chocolate muffins you eat in the future. It may save your life.