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As the title says, I have not blogged in over a month and I'm not sure whether or not this is a good or a bad thing, as no one has complained about it. Ha. Ha. Ha, yes, I see we are all smiling nervously now and looking away. Well, fine. Maybe you haven't missed me. But, I sure have missed typing out my blogs. It's such fun.

But, since I haven't blogged here, some things have happened. Here is a short list:

• Lost my iPod.
• Found my iPod.
• Played at the school concert with Rock Band.
• Played at the school concert with Folkestra.
• Recorded with Folkestra twice.
• Put a piece of recorded material on my iPod.
• Refallen in love with Faunts.
• Found out I like re-reading Harry Potter books.
• Bought a new game.
• Converted to Zen Buddhism.
• Barely handed in my Chemistry Coursework on time

This is just the jist of it and I can't be arsed to type everything out. And Ryan, my grammar wasn't abhorrant! WAS IT?! WAS IT?!

Peace and anarchy, folks. ;D

Ho Hum - Why bother? 'cause it's worth it. Hopefully.

As I float from day to day, with an ever more present feeling of surreality, it makes me wonder, is this all real? Or is it a dream? 'cause, when I am in one of my surreal trances, everything makes less sense, it seems to me that this just can't be real. It's hard to explain, but if anyone has had the same feeling, knows what I mean. It's odd, and wonderful at the same time, it's indescrible, but, terrifying all at the same time.

'cause, I mean, what if it is just some dream, we are all just figments of each other's imagination, or just mine, in this case. Solipsism. It's a word, that's...Odd. It's what all of what I said means, yet, I've never once looked to it for peace, or solace. It's a selfish person's way out. But, that's just me generalising, for I've meet someone who was a solipsist, and she was one of the lovliest people, I ever knew.

But still, I do find solipsism, awfully stupid. But, I can understand how'd people go for it. I just can't seem to find it appealing. All that, about everything being the work of your imagination, it's just preposterous. 'cause I sure know, I'd never dream of this hell hole of a world. This world is unbearable, and certainly not something you would ever imagine. Unless you were a complete freak. But, that being said. I am that freak. I would imagine something like this, 'cept humanity had space travel.

But, I wouldn't like to believe my life, is just my imagination, as that's scary, and frightening, I like the idea, of being unique among many different unique imaginations. It's wonderful, sharing one's ideas, with other people. It's really something. And, I do hope that life has a point, and that, there is something at the end of this. In which we return, to God's embrace. I do hope that, and it was only until recently, I didn't believe that. And, I'm glad I do know. It's a great feeling.

So, as you can see, this blog post wasn't too bad. It was enjoyable to write, and I hope it's enjoyable to read.

Peace and Anarchy, folks.

Music, and the like

Well, music. It's in all of us. Or, so I was told. And, it isn't, of course, as I have little musical writing ability, and I can play it, fairly averagely. But, that's OK, isn't it? I know how to appreciate music, and that's the most important thing, if you can appreciate, something above all else, then, you are able to criticise it.

I hate when people say, "You have to be good at something to criticise it," that's utter bull, I have little in the way, of musical creative abilty, as I've stated, and I can criticise music, which I believe is utter shite.

But still, I love music, it is one of the few things that I look forward to. Be it playing and creating music, or listening to it. It's the best, and it always picks me up, should I need a pick me up. Which is often, surprisingly. I guess, it's's not, but, whatever.

So, right now, I'm digging really slow, melodic music, which is very relaxing I guess; nothing, is better than a nice sub-dued song after a stressful day to chill you out. Which, is awesome. I guess, you could say I have a rather ecclectic music taste. Which is half-right, I s'pose.

As I'm really into indie acts, shout out to Clara for that, and they make my day.

And with that, I sign off.

Peace and Anarchy folks, Joshua.

Insomnia and Concept Albums

As per my title, I have insomnia, absolutley amazing, like. I need to sleep, it's like, one of the few things I'm good at. The Others being, being a cynic, and arguementitive. FUNZ. But, no, I refuse to dedicate this whole blog post, to insomnia. 'cause, that would be stupid. So, in a funny way, it leads on to my next point.

Concept albums, albums which have a message, and each song giving a new slant on that message. Like Pink Floyd, king's of the Concept Album, I can see Niall cringing already, but, yes. They are fantastic at displaying messages. Take, Dark Side of the Moon, I actually envisage it as more a Rock Opera, an album telling a story, than a concept album, and now I shall give a track by track run-through. Sad right?

Yes. And, I did attempt it, but, I just couldn't be bothered. This is what apathy and sleep deprivation does to a budding young mind like mine. Slows it down to the point, it refuses to work, and causes one to be an unbearable child, which is what I am most of the time.

So, yeah, I'm tired. I really am, it's awful. I just want to crawl into bed, and sleep, for days, I wish I could, it would leave me feeling really happy. So, pleaseeee some exsisting deity, let me sleep, for the love of Jebus, let me sleep! I NEEDZ IT.

See? My point exactly. But. I grow weary, and I've spent too long on this blog, mostly doodling, and talking to a good friend. They know who they are, so, I sign of with this.

What is there when everything is good, and not there when things are bad?

Peace and Anarchy folks, Josh.

Just some things...

Well, I guess, a first impression, is the most important mark, you can make on someone. Honestly? I really don't care. If I don't like someone; they will find out about it. But, Jesus, what a way to start your first blogg. Hehe, Jesus, I called one of my 3 Dogs that in Dragon Age: Origins. Haha, and here starts me ranting about my current obsession. Yes, it's this new game by BioWare. And, it's epic. I'm so obsessed by it, I've even made my display name after a sect of the Elven species. Sad, right? Right. But, honestly, I don't care. I love that game. It's awesome. But, wow. I've strayed from the point. Anyway. I guess, since this is my first blogg post, I should introduce myself. Josh's my name. And if I had to describe myself in two words. It'd be. Pessimistic Cynic. Wonderful, eh? But, oh so true. I frequently get labelled "emo" by fools, and idiots, for my long hair, and dark outlook on the world. But, I say, screw them. Idiots. But, I honestly have no idea where this post is heading. I just type, and my head spews these things. It's crazy. I was offered help. I refused it. Hehehehehehe. Mostly, 'cause he won't care, all he wants is money to line his pockets.

Which leads onto something else. Money. I got a strange Christmas present this year. A green elf hat, (it's here I point out, how Christmas has destroyed Elves. Elves rock. >:|), with "7UP", written on it. I think my mother was trying to be satirical, as she is well aware of my dislike of Capitalism. Yes, I'm a Socialist, don't go all McCarthy on me. But, back on the ball here. It made me realise, how commercialised Christmas has become. Not that I should care. Being an Athiest and all. But, this somehow connects me to Ryan. My friend. He claims to be a Zen Buddhist, but, does nothing that would make someone believe so. But, frankly, that's OK. He's awesome at guitar. Which, makes it all better. Yes, it does.

I finish with this phrase, which sums up half of the last paragraph.

If organized religion is the opium of the masses, then disorganized religion is the marijuana of the lunatic fringe.

And with that. Peace and Anarchy.