Evacuation Implosion, Release of brain burst

Original Facebook Date: January 29, 2008

Location: Computer room at school - There's no way there's incense here - sorry

Feeling: Relaxed

Listening to: Nothing, urban if anything.

Again, sorry people for not posting sunday, as always, it went through me. I already marked the following sundays for a month, so i suppose there will be no troubles.

Look! New location! It has no relevance whatsoever. So nyeh.

Well as I might not have to much time to write this entry, I’ll talk shortly. (Don’t know what to talk about).

I realized that yes, air is a good listener (oxygen doesn’t judge anybody) but it’s not a good speaker. Suddenly I find myself speaking brilliant stuff and nobody is listening. So I thought I shoud start doing videlo logs, expressing the charming thoughts that everybody reads here (YouTube has teh powah). But crap, I don’t have a camera of any sorts (not one that can record sound) so I had to ask to borrow one. Yes my good friend Nicolás has ben looking for the freakin’ installation CD everywhere so I can’t start yet. But I assure you that when I do start it will be an interesting (I don’t know if good) channel all right. Conversations between a Scotman and meself and other odd views is what I can tell you will come. I have to of course begin with a Stream of Conciusness, following the funny example of BenLoka. But of course, MY Stream of Coniusness will be carefuly planned so that it will hopefuly give you a good laugh.

Now, hopefuly, I will soon get the chance to get a decent camera and start doing things that you couldn’t do with a webcam, I have had many interesting concepts surge andbesides an insisten urge to write that almost confirms that my writer’s ( and thereofre creative) block is over. As always, it has been with the help of things I see, read and hear. I aslo figred out that if I start writing a script, I eventually end up killing the concept, or in the best of cases, shutting it in a filer case deep inside in my mind. I have to start writing the story for this year’s Story Contest hosted by my (freakin’) school. A decent topic, the tropic (innapropriate rhyme). I’m wrtiting a story and poem, and by the looks of the second I have been inspired greatly by Tolkien and in the estructure (to my horror) by Garcilaso de la Vega (Regrettably not the Inca). So when I finish it I suppose I’ll post it here, and obviulsy I’ll put the videos that I (hopefuly) record also. So in the meantime, class is over and I have to leave the computer room. As some come to stare what the hell I was doing, by typing so much (dull brained bastards).

In a about a month I feel I’ll be very hapy. Don’t ask why.

Sharkman, signing off.

PS: Some had a good saturday, and I am proud to say that I had one of the best days on my life. So yeah, thanks.