Wonderings of a naive writer

Sometimes I sit and wonder why I even bother believing that what I want will be. These wonderings occur when I should be doing totaly different things, for instance, right now I really should be writing some swedish thing that I couldn't bother less about. The thing about these things are that I don't think they are unreachable, they could without any doubt be accomplished if I weren't so shy and careful, even if I want to I often don't have the guts to do it!

For some reason these wants mostly involve girls in some way, either I don't have what it takes to "go to the next level" or just taking the first step, like start talking or continue talking when the conversation has started. Most of the times it's that I can't come up with something interesting to say or do. My tongue and brain always get tied up when they shouldn't be. Everytime I regret that I didn't do anything when I had the chance...

"Some people cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go" - Slackware
This is a quote from my companions computer's operative system, I feel that I am one of those who make people happy whenever I go, I ask you now: why? WHY!?




Written by me, Mr. Oskkan,
not at his finest

A hideous follow-up

What-ho, gentlemen! (and the nasty rest of you!)

Now, we better start explaining things, like why we haven't updated this blog, lest some of you start itching for pressing the trigger aimed at our heads at point-blanc range. Well, we are IB students, and therefore have less time to spare than the rest of you lot; I, for instance, have been *cough*studying*cough* quite hard, wherefore my time for writing witty, crappy, and utterly useless blogposts has decreased.

One of the things I actually have done is a study on the subject of speed wobbles with a longboard - utmost fascinating, I say! It seems if your legs aren't relaxed, and your body weight isn't close to the ground, you nicely end up soaring through the air - just like an eagle - which was what I did, all to get a detailed view on the phenomenon. I was quite content with my scientific piece of research until I unveiled the fact that it actually hurts, and that it keeps hurting; this experiment hinders my running business, can you believe it!

Anyway, I should now go back to reading that cheery 1984, and write that stuff on the amiable Holden fellow, may the luck smile upon him. And hey, look at the time! And I'm supposed to actually get up on the morrow! Well, then...

Pip-pip, says your

Always humble and

somewhat fatuous, aff

companion and

 fellow Guttaperka.