It was me, all along.

And I wore big hoodies and listened to Obie Trice and crip walked. 
Oh how things have changed. 

When me and my friend were moshing and/or raving in her room (what of it?) and whilst she was jumping on her bed, she accidentally punched herself in the face.

No, we weren’t drunk. Or kids. Or drunk kids.
And yes, we are great at life.  

After a long hibernation from Tumblr, I’m back yo.

I got bored very quickly with the idea of posting blogs that only one person (that I know of) was genuinely interested in. The idea got more boring when I realised I couldn’t instantly make a couple of hundred connections like I did on facebook, being that very few of my friends have any interest in blogging at all.

But then I thought, hey, maybe if I tried I could get ANOTHER person interested in my blog, maybe even two more, or three or four, and from there WHO KNOWS?

I’ll end this with a short story of how I forgot my log in email after months of abandonment.
I decided to be a genius and create a whole new email for when I first signed up, that I would never use for anything else, ever. I thought I’d make it even harder to remember later on by making the address a two word quote from a random YouTube video I was watching at the time that bares no significance to me whatsoever. It wasn’t the smartest move I had ever made. And look, I’ll be honest, getting back on here wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. But after reading through FAQ’s, sending emails to the support team, and a whole lotta guessing, I’m back.

(I dedicate this post to my one adoring fan).

My friend Paul just reminded me of something hilarious from a few years back, that we still haven’t forgotten and probably won’t forget for a long time.

2008:
I was talking to Paul about his departure from my math class, and how I had started talking to Lachlan quite a bit. I explained how I thought this Lachlan kid was really cool. Then the conversation went a little like this:

Paul: Uhh.. you do know what happened at year 8 camp, right?

Me: No, what are you talking about?

Paul: Well, this is sort of awkward to say, I’m not really sure if I should tell you or not. But like, I will, because you should probably know this about him if you’re going to be friends with him. See, well, at year 8 camp.. Lachlan, he uhh, he kind of ate his own shit.

Throughout the next half hour of Paul trying to convince me it was true, my thought process went something like this:

• ‘LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL, YEAH RIGHT, PAUL.
•  LOL WTF, LOL PAUL.
• That’s just fucked up, as if he thinks I’d believe this!
• Lol, why is he being so serious about it :/
• Why is he still trying to convince me :S
• Lachlan does seem kind of weird..
• He couldn’t have, could he? 
• Oh. God.’

He revealed some time later that it was in fact not true. In my defense, though, he is probably the best liar I know, and Lachlan DOES seem a little suspicious.

Story #2, circa 2010 (school grounds):

Paul: “No I’m being serious!”

Me: “Oh yeah, like that time you said Lachlan ate his own shit HAHA”

-Person behind Paul abruptly turns to face me with the most horrified look in his face-

Oh of course, Lachlan WOULD be standing right there, wouldn’t he?

tl;dr
My friend told me that my other friend ate his own shit, and I believed it. 

And I see someone walking down the other side who totally looks like someone I know. And then I realise it isn’t him at all. Being that I don’t know this look-a-like random and he doesn’t know me, I decide it to be perfectly fine to stare at him in awe of how similar to my friend he looks. Then he stares at me, probably because I’m staring at him. I keep walking up, he keeps walking down, and after approximately 10 seconds I realise it actually is who I thought it was, at which point I feel too awkward about staring (and that he most definitely noticed) to wave, so I look away and continue on my journey. Cool story bro.

Reasons for joining tumblr:

• To express my teenage angst.
• To subtly (yet not so subtly) advertise my own photography.
• To make internet friends because I have no real ones.

Actual reasons for joining tumblr:

• There are some genuinely cool people on here.
• Boredom.
• Something to do.
• Boredom.

Yeah.