SNAFUBAR

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!

Samuel L — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 22:27:39 +0000

I am going insane. I am stressed, and I need to hit something. I have so much to do, and I’m lashing out at all the wrong people. I don’t know what to do

Please help me…

Think

Samuel L — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 22:42:21 +0000

Look, and thinks

Fuck it.

Samuel L — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 22:40:07 +0000

I give up. I’m not going to think, I’m going to be impulsive and decisive, and I’m going for whatever I get. Fuck French, I don’t like it, I’ll do further maths and be a nerd. Why the hell not?I’ll stop dreaming and live a little.

Don’t like it? Bite me.

42.

Samuel L — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 22:16:22 +0000

Life goes on, and I’m not ready for it. I have problems, and I’m coming out with them:
I have lots of coursework, mock exams, I’m in love with two girls, of which I can never have one, and will never have the balls to try with the other. I have few friends that can be bothered to make the effort to talk to me…

Oh, and I complain. A lot…

Fuck it

franglais?

Samuel L — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 21:09:45 +0000

Coming to the end of two weeks in France, I find something that really annoys me. We were always told in French lessons that the French always appreciate it if we make an effort to speak French, even if it is shocking French. But the thing is, half the French people speak English better than us, and just start speaking English. It seems such a waste of French lessons.

Of course, if we started of English straight away, they may just only speak french, but I doubt it.

Why does the world just accept our language, and everything else? They lose their culture, and just as we complain that immigrants in our country disturb our culture/communities, we are pushing into other countries a lot harder.

Why? Why why why? Warum? Pourquoi?

verbal diarrhoea…

Samuel L — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 21:11:04 +0000

I have had a sudden outburst of verbal diarrhoea (talking forever).

You won’t know about this, because I am only uploading this about a week later.

In the past hour or so, I have written four (five?) posts, all of which are as random as always.

Why can I sometimes come out with loads, and other days I just cannot think? Why can I bottle things up sometimes, and can other times let things out straight away.

There are many things which are apparently easier at some times, and harder at others. Maybe everything is. Why can’t everything be the same diffiulty all the time?

photography.

Samuel L — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 21:05:32 +0000

For once I would actually like an answer. I care about this one.

I have found something else to let me vent and escape (by something else, I mean to go with this, and ice skating).

Photography is my escape into the creative side I never had, but I need to know where to go with it…

an apology…

Samuel L — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 20:23:32 +0000

I have been doing a lot of quotes recently, paying no attention to copyright.

Basically, I’m sorry about that, but context is useful.

All material from other sources (ie Lyrics and Extracts) are the full copyright of their respective owners. I make no claim to these works, and do not inten to infringe copyright.

If there is any problem with the material, please contact me in order for it to be removed.

love is hard.

Samuel L — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 20:17:36 +0000

“It kicks so hard,
Breaks your bones,
Cuts so deep,
Hits your soul,
Tears your skin,
And make sure blood flows,
Love is hard”

Love is Hard – James Morrison

Love hurts. There’s no doubt about it. While an emotion can’t physically hurts us (kicking, breaking bones, knifing people, ripping skin, drawing blood, dotdotdot et cetera.) it can actually hurt itself.

Having had two bad experiences of love, it has put me off, having hurt me, and sort of hurt itself (go into my head if you want the logic)

Why should something that in theory cause happiness be able to screw a person, itself and god knows what else up? Who gave emotions that right?

emphasis…

Samuel L — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 20:14:07 +0000

Have you ever noticed how emphasis can completely change your meaning…

This is particularly striking in French, where a question can become a statement, or an angry outburst.

How could you make yourself clear with no emphasis?

damascus.

Samuel L — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 11:42:55 +0000

For once, I write with relevancy. I have read a book, named Damascus, that has given me this thought. No longer will I sprout randomness from my head. Untill the next time.

What has happened here us what the book us about. Suddenly, inexplicibly, something has changed.

Damascus is a concept. A Damascus is when suddenly, overnight, everything changes as a result of an infintesimaly unimportant event.

An example, and an extract. This is the final point in the book where Damascus is illustrated.

The extract:- “It is nearly the end, and after so many other phone calls there’s nothing much left to say if not goodbye. Nothing much to say if not I love you.”
(Copyright of Richard Beard 1998. I do not claim rights to the work.)

The example:- The choice between saying goodbye and saying I love you. On one hand (goodbye), you are expressing nothing, which could land you in trouble, if your (possibly soon to be) other half is expecting terms of endearment. If however, you say I love you, you might have just lost the soon to be part.
Of course, these are just one way it could go. Saying I love you may scare of whoever you are talking to, where saying goodbye could prevent you from losing a friend.

Nothing much left to say, but make sure nothing much is the right thing. Small events have large impacts.
Hope for a good Damascus, and be one for others.

odd one out…

Samuel L — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 17:23:57 +0000

As far as this post goes, you are reading it two weeks after I write. It will still be the same, but I will have forgotten it.

Why is it that whilst I have loved (I hate the term ‘fancied’) quite a few girls, there has always been the one who although she got away from me, she won’t go away in my head. (She knows this, so no comments about tell her how you feel, or ask her again) the fact is, she is no different. Of course she is special in her own way, but so is everybody. Why can’t I let go?

sometimes no, sometimes yes.

Samuel L — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 22:10:15 +0000

I have noticed that attitudes seriously change from home to holiday. Normally, wearing nothing but your underwear seems pretty weird, but on holiday bikinis and the dreaded speedos, which are effectively underwear, are normality (to the decency-less French, board shorts are much preferred.

The same sort of goes for nudity, albeit a case of time instead of circumstance (big words today). When one is but yay high (about three and under for those not from around Yorkshire and Lancashire) running around naked is seen as cute. When older, it is indecent.

Why do the rules change under different circumstances?How can normality change? What is normal.

My head hurts…

ding!!!

Samuel L — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 17:31:09 +0000

Whilst on the bus today, I watched a woman stand up, but wait before ringing the bell. I do the same, there is always a time before which it is too early to ring it, and then about 2 seconds before it is cutting it close. It would appear there is an opportune moment for everything, right?

When oppurtunity knocks, my usual response is ‘oh, it will wait’ and then later ‘oh bugger’.

Ah well.

stranger danger?

Samuel L — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 20:51:20 +0000

We are always told that strangers always come with danger. But what really is it?

I have met(found) somebody online who has made me happy. Is that dangerous? I think not.

Happyness is dangerous, especially for me. I don’t actually know what happy is, but circumstances change.

Thank You Dani.

dreaming

Samuel L — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 20:34:30 +0000

Last night, I had a dream about a girl. Nothing interesting, other then them appearing at my house and us walking out of my house. (It ended there only because somebody rang the doorbell and woke me up.)

The reason it was weird was because the girl was a friend of a friend who I have met once and can’t remember. How would Amy react if I told her this? What does this dream mean? What do dreams mean, if they have any meaning at all?

depression…

Samuel L — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 23:09:27 +0000

Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest…

I hate to admit this, but I think I truly am depressed. While I am not at the stage of slitting wrists and suicide, I just can’t see the bright side. I don’t really enjoy anything except being alone. Isn’t that weird. Or am I weird.

a concept…

Samuel L — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 21:55:28 +0000

If other people become more like something (say sensitive), does that mean you can be less like it? Or does it only work if you are (in this case) oversensitive to compensate for everybody else?

This is all from Maxïmo Park’s Our Velocity, but it is a valid thought. Compensation is an interesting concept, whether in the terms of money for injuries (bah, how bloody stupid), or being extra friendly because the people you are with are sad unsocial gits.

How would you feel if nothing was compensated for? In some ways life would be unfair, in others difficult, and in a few, downright dangerous.

Compensation is a skill, that we should all learn. Would you compensate for anything. Would you refuse to compensate for something?

read all about it.

Samuel L — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 20:49:07 +0000

The media. What a load of shite. I have a big problem with the media (tv, newspapers, etc), general with news/documentaries, just because of the way they present our world. That way, is badly.

A lot of what we see, hear and eventually learn to know is exaggerated, and through a process of chinese whispers, what we know gets so distorted, how do we know what is actually what happened.

The thing with the media, is that they accelerate it. I ignore facts and figures in the media, because the chances are they are wrong. Is that wrong?

Should I listen to the false truth, or should I live my own way?

what i want to say

Samuel L — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 23:00:06 +0000

I always want to say something to someone about how I feel, and always, something stops me, whether it is the fact they have heard it before, they don’t want to hear it, or I don’t want to say it. I wish somebody would come up to me and tell me to say what I wanted to them. Unfortunately, I don’t think that is going to happen…

I love you, will you go out with me?
I hate you, bugger off.
Talk to me…
Why did you do that?
I feel really bad.
I shouldn’t have done that.

^ A few of the things I can’t say.
If you think one might apply to you… just come up to me and ask. Make my day.

Thank You