tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52364382011-04-22T02:13:19.498ZDon't Look Too CloselyLook into the chaotic and frankly alarming mind of a 19 year old writer. <br>
Just don't look too closely.Simarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-1090170449260151522004-07-18T18:00:00.000Z2004-07-18T17:07:29.260ZHey, I'm back! I must say, I'm very impressed. It's almost exactly NINE MONTHS since I last posted here, which is almost double the previous record! How exciting!
So, what's new with me? Well, let's see...
To cut a long story short, I am now unemployed. But before you get too upset for me / send petitions to governments etc, I should point out that this is largely due to my health. You see, ISimarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-1066732169636767312003-10-21T10:29:00.000Z2003-10-21T10:29:29.590ZI've just looked at my blog for the first time in ages and realised to my surprise that I haven't updated it in 5 months! Ahem. Some cynical people would say that I've just been too lazy to write anything, but naturally I couldn't comment.
So much has changed since last we met. I have lost two stone in weight (28 lbs for you crazy Americans), left school, got two A-levels, worked as a temp at aSimarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-948675742003-05-25T18:53:00.000Z2003-05-25T18:53:40.470ZDo you hear that? It’s the rumbling sound of history. Really it is. The reason for this is that, after a vacuum of nearly two months, Don’t Look Too Closely is back! Woo hoo! Except, of course, any readers that I had have probably all cleared off because nothing was happening. Oh well.
The reason I stopped writing was that I decided that no one was actually reading it, which really put a Simarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-923795282003-04-10T19:51:00.000Z2003-04-10T19:51:53.030ZHello again. The first thing I’d like to do is say sorry for yesterday’s rather glum post. I’d also like to point out that I wasn’t implying anything about Mum, such as that she was looking for money or something, but was merely mentioning it to get it off my chest. Hopefully that’s sorted!
The other thing I wanted to bring up was my new feature for the site. I must thank the writer of the ‘Simarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-923162742003-04-09T21:28:00.000Z2003-04-09T21:28:51.466ZFor some completely unknown reason, I have decided to write an add-on to today’s blog. Firstly, I want to make known the injustice that I have suffered this evening. My pillock of a brother forced me off the computer so he could do the coursework that would take him until Kingdom Come, only to decide 10 minutes later that he doesn’t need to do his coursework at all. He then proceeded to spend 4 Simarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-923003832003-04-09T16:52:00.000Z2004-07-18T15:46:34.770ZFirst off, I must apologise for my obvious absence yesterday. As my brother would say, and indeed he often does, “reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” I'm sure many of my devoted fans were desperately worried for me after my headache on Monday. Perhaps I’d gone into hospital. Perhaps I’d gone… somewhere else. Or, as my brother subtly pointed out on Sunday, perhaps I had a brain Simarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-921584712003-04-07T16:48:00.000Z2003-04-07T16:48:27.890ZToday finds me at home, due to a continuation of the headache that struck over the weekend and left me feeling less than ready for the 40 minutes walk that it takes to get to school, especially considering that my timetable means I do that walk twice in two hours. Please don’t send me all the ‘get well soon’ cards that you want to do, because that would doubtless bring the entire postal service Simarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-920953232003-04-06T16:56:00.000Z2003-04-06T16:56:06.530ZWell, today is Sunday, meaning that I do even less than normal. Mind you, I do have to be at a meeting at 10:00, so my alarm duly woke me at 8:00. The considerable blow that such an event causes was somewhat softened via Tazmania, which is my favourite cartoon. True, I'm not exactly an expert on cartoons but this particular one is really funny. My favourite character has to be Mr Tasmanian Devil Simarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-920550382003-04-05T20:41:00.000Z2003-04-05T20:47:48.000ZToday is Saturday, so I've been as active as I always am on the weekend. When I awoke at about 10:30, I had the most crippling headache I can remember. Should you be wondering, I would like to confirm that I had not touched any alcohol the night before, so that wasn’t the problem. To deal with this, I did what I am sure anyone would do in such a situation: watch ancient Friends episodes for an Simarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-919751322003-04-04T11:02:00.000Z2003-04-04T11:02:45.733ZToday is one of only two days of the week in which I have to be in school right at the first lesson. True, I suppose that doesn’t leave me much to complain about but I am so tired it’s ridiculous! I’ve always been useless at going to bed even slightly late. I must have been in bed properly by 23:00 last night, but it was still really hard getting up at 07:30 this morning. I have to leave the Simarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-919369062003-04-03T21:10:00.000Z2003-04-03T21:10:10.246ZI know that this is my third blog in about one and a half days, but I don’t have much else to do so I might as well talk rubbish to the world’s Internet geeks, I mean technological explorers.
It’s that time again! Yes that’s right – another I’m reading War and Peace update! Yesterday night I finally bothered to read some of the book. I should point out that I was already on about page 960, so Simarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-919085202003-04-03T12:04:00.000Z2003-04-03T15:26:44.000ZWell, I only just worked out how to post my weblog on the Internet, so this one comes just after the last one.
At this very second, as we speak I am sitting in a free period at school (we crazy English people call it Sixth Form), writing a post for my weblog. But I suppose you've already guessed that. I have just made it through two spectacularly boring English lessons in which I analysed Hard Simarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5236438.post-918524002003-04-02T16:51:00.000Z2003-04-02T16:51:22.483ZDamn. I just wrote a wonderful introduction to this, my first weblog. Then what happens? In a masterstroke of genius, I decide to see what one of the buttons on the toolbar does. Oh look! It opens a new page. So naturally I go back, and my work is all gone. Darn it.
Oh well. As I just said, this is my first piece of work published for all you wonderful people to read. I am a 17 year old student Simarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03635887555227208705noreply@blogger.com