Think.

When I came to look at this page, I was visitor 4222. Huh.
Today I will talk not about the webcomics I have read, not about the sleepovers I have been to, but about memories.
Not THOSE memories, oh lord we will NOT get sentimental.
But consider this;
I moved into this house a few years ago. The layout was so different, it is unrecognizable now. I find it hard to remember the old carpets and walls. In fact, most of my memories are from that horrible period where we had to have the kitchen in the sitting room. The curious thing was, i cannot remember what we watched on the television when it was in the same room as the food. I can remember that the Very Big television was in there, but other than that...
I can remember my brothers playing on Dead Space deep into the winter hours.
Before that, before we moved in and the parents were doing odd things to the building, I remember being in that room taking off the blue and white floral wallpaper, discovering the odd damp patches underneath, and then there were those curious boxes that absorbed the moisture from the air that the parents placed everywhere.
Before that i used to come to the house at weekends. Parents would do the boring stuff and I'd walk off to the reservoir. Then I'd turn around, come back and have some strange fruity drink from Tesco as a reward.
Flicking forward again, I remember the night I moved in. Stuffing clothes into my drawers, putting my feet on the slanting green ceiling above my bed because I could. Wow.
I remember the stairs that there used to be. I remember the whole house being reshuffled around and around and around.
Life without a kitchen was a bitch.
Come to think of it, I cannot remember where the old kitchen was... Oh yeah, my eldest brother's room. The units were already gone when we started work. This house has changed so much.
How much has your house changed?
Can you remember what colour the walls used to be?
If you have just moved here, try to take in everything, because it may all change.
Here is a harder question:
Can you remember how you met each and every one of your friends?
Think about that.
Think.
I am so deep because I make questions sound dramatic. :P

Dark Dragon

...What just happened?

You know how some people go to house parties?
Some people go to raves?
I went to a Homestuck meeting. Just as crazy man. Just as crazy.
What.
Just.
Happened?
We wandered around the Metro centre, we drowned our friends in energy drinks to see the reaction, we played spin the bottle (kiss or dare version. And yes, for those who want to know I did kiss people on the face area. Not the lips though. The side of teh face like when you greet people in some countries) on the roof of the building. We stole some paper hats. I experienced the joy of a sugary drink called Tab, which is drunk by the Wayward Vagabond in Homestuck.
How did six hours just... Go? Wow. It all happened so fast!

Also, I am now on Deviantart: http://northwyrm.deviantart.com/


Whoa, I tried to get a random vid for you guys and typed in a random series of letters fdjhgfdj, and there was one video that had exactly those letters in the description. The. Same. Letters.
Now, for some real videos:

Dark Dragon

Lego and Voices.

In R.E we learn about stuff. Usually cool stuff, because we have a boss R.E department at my school. Sadly, some of the stuff is boring old Christian stuff that I already know. However, to learn about we sometimes use this website:
http://www.thebricktestament.com/home.html
The illustrations are gory and hilarious.
Lego was invented in Denmark, and it used to be wooden in the 20th century. It's design has been developed over the last 100 years to make the best bricks, so if you buy a pack of lego you can be sure that the bricks will stick together. Lego changed from being wooden to being plastic after a factory fire burned all of the wooden ones. 
Lego is good to fiddle on with, and also great for stop-motion animation videos.

There. Some lego to keep you entertained.
Right.
For those of you who read the Blog obsessively will pick up on the fact that I have nightmares.
Well the person in my nightmares has started speaking to me when I am awake. But I am not crazy.
(for those of you who are interested in what he has been saying I can say that so fare he has said: 
"Go back in there and smash his face in!" (when I was slightly annoyed with my brother at the weekend)
*laughing* (after I cried out in alarm at hearing his voice)
"Well, I think you failed that. Good job your GCSEs don't really matter in the Real World." (after I stared at my German exam for half an hour, worrying about it.)
"God, this is boring. Kill the silly bitch and get this over with." (When the physics teacher was explaining about the ISA I'd missed.)
"I certainly think you are going crazy." (Today at school when I said I'd been hearing his voice but I am not schizophrenic) 
And I'm not. I've looked it up. See, this is from a Wikipedia Page, note the last sentence.

An auditory hallucination, or paracusia,^[1] is a form of hallucination that involves perceiving sounds without auditory stimulus. A common form involves hearing one or more talking voices. This may be associated with psychotic disorders such as schizophrenia or mania, and holds special significance in diagnosing these conditions. There are three main categories into which the condition can fall: a person hearing a voice speak one's thoughts, a person hearing one or more voices arguing, or a person hearing a voice narrating his/her own actions.^[2] However, individuals may hear voices without suffering from diagnosable mental illness.^[3] 
And here is a song by Biffy Clyro that I really like. This lovely person has even included the bone-chilling bonus track, which I did not know about until I realised that my computer should have changed onto the next song, and after twenty minutes of silence I hard a strange sort of tapping noise. And then, "I am walking..." AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGG"
Will it sound as scary without the 20 mins of silence?

Dark Dragon

I can understand why people want to give up.
What was the point anyway?
I always say 'Don't give up', always advise people to go on.
That is what I am going to do.
I am going to go on, even if there is no fucking point.
No one will care. Everything is too hard. People are arseholes. But I will continue.
I hate to continue. But it is in my head, crawling around and nothing makes sense and it fucking hurts. But I will continue.
Dark Dragon.