Reflections

WARNING: You are about to read a big-ass blog, you'd better have some time on your hands.

Bit early for this, but I thought I'd make a blog summarising my thoughts on 2012. It is the last time we'll ever get to see a date with the same 3 digits in it though, so I thought that was a momentous occasion to post my blog on 2012. In fact, I'm going to put it in big, bold underlined letters to emphasise it's importance.
12/12/12

First, I'll start off on a happy note: Did this sound make you jizz in your pants?

That's what I'm calling this bass sound, ERMAHGERD BASS! This is the result of not having a life. This is why I like not having a life!

Ok, let's go have a look back at 2012 and see how much we can rape it. Personally, I'd like to tear off 2012's genitalia and ram it down it's throat. I want to make it gargle it's own ball sack.

Let's start with the first shit thing that happened: My cat died. I can't remember exactly what month, but it was around May/June. After that I just kept in my room and did nothing. Then I was all alone, pretty much, and I know it sounds completely retarded but I loved that cat, I really did, he was like my best friend, if I had a bad day, I'd just come home, lie on my bed and tell him what happened and how I feel, it's like he understood me. (I told you it'd sound retarded)

Then, not too long afterwards, my uncle died. I'd say I had depression by this point but I'm a teenager, it's not exactly a surreption, is it?
So I just sat in my room and... I actually can't remember what I did, I didn't have internet back then because we were pretty tight on money, we still are, but at least I have my lovely internet.

Then, I found out my phone network had this thing going where you top up £15 and get unlimited internet for a month. BAM! I was back on the Oddworld Forums, and that's where the ponies came in. I pretty much latched onto them due to my state of mind, and it made me feel better, but I won't go too much into that because I know how much you all hate me talking about them.

So now whenever I got back from school I'd just get in bed and watch MLP on my phone, better than doing nothing.
Not too long after that, my sister had her baby. This should be a good thing, but it only made things worse. And I know I sound horrible for saying that, but it's true. I mean, we were short on money already, and there's baby stuff cluttering up the house. I do love the kid, but I've never had a way with children, I can't stand them, vomit is disgusting, especially on my head. Although, in a way I guess I could say the baby is the only good thing that happened this year.
Wait, except for getting internet back. That was amazing. And that meant I could have all the more ponage.

Hmm... what else? Oh yeah, I had that mental phase where I went all emo and wanted to kill myself, let us never speak of that. It went on for a while until I realised that it would mean I am a weak human being, so I dropped it completely. You know, Darwin and all that. Well, people cut themselves because it feels good, right? Not because you want to die, that's retarded XD.

I started producing music in October. I remember when I posted my first track here, it was honestly a huge piece of shit, a piece of shit. I like to think I've come far since then. You know, if I didn't get over myself and make that track, I wouldn't be producing today, and I'd probably be a massive wreck that not even ponies could help, so I have Sekto to thank for that (That was me thanking Sekto, not theoretically thanking him, actually thanking him. Thank you Sekto).


Back to school again, and due to my different behavior people started to think I had mental issues, I don't know if this is the case or not, but I keep to myself and probably won't kill anybody so this is not an issue.

So last month season 3 started, now every Saturday my cousin comes round and we watch the episode live on bronystate, so at least I have that.
Actually, thinking about it, except from the school situation, the last few months of this year have been, well not good, but certainly better than the first 2 thirds of this year.

One of my dogs had to go the other day, leaving my other one all alone for the third time this year. He's actually getting pretty nasty so I might have to tear off his balls seeing as money's tight.

I had a fight at school the other day. Basically, I got my phone confiscated for playing music. Technically it was before school started so I shouldn't have had it taken off me, but shitting dicks, whatever, let me carry on, Jesus penis.
I felt all fuzzy and dizzy and messed up, as if I couldn't comprehend what had just happened. It couldn't have happened, it just couldn't have. (I'd like to point out now that I did eventually get my phone back and everything was okay, anyway, dicking shitter, stop interrupting).
This kid about twice my size starts laughing, so I calmly told him to stop as my eyes drifted off in different directions, not focusing on anything. He didn't stop, and as he was lay on the floor, I smashed my bag down on his face, not thinking what I was doing (I don't regret it, though, it had a hard Tupperware box in it plus a load of books, so it hurt him good, anyway, shit on the bloody thing, where was I?). He lay on the floor with his hands on his face practically crying, I wasn't even focusing on him, I walked down stairs and when I came up he shoved my into some lockers and punched me hard in the face a lot of times, oh and he kneed me, too, and smashed my head into the wall. I took out my pen and stabbed him in the hand, it ended with me being stomped on my chest. It still hurts, I hope it didn't break a rib.

Also, I recently discovered I have a passion for D'n'B, but I don't know what that has to do with anything.


So, in conclusion: 2012 has been the worst year of my life and I wish it a painful death full of spikes and fire and that thing from Saw that rips your jaw off. I look forward to Christmas because maybe it will brighten things up again. I know I'm an atheist but who doesn't like getting presents and eating a huge roast dinner and getting pissed out of your face and then missing the Doctor Who special because you were fucked and then crying because you missed the Doctor Who special and then falling down the stairs because you were crying? I know I do.

I look forward to your blogs about 2012, and if you read this whole thing, I offer you my thanks, and congratulations. You must be really bored.