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I have to say that i am doing this but i have been sick and now i am being kicked off. gtg but write full in 1-2 days. I promise

I guess more realism is needed maybe that is why people don't like my blog, Ok, i'll tell you about me in a round up knida way. I went to a school with sort of a lower standard to the one i moved to. But as i look back on the move it obviously wasn't such a good idea. Maybe that is part of the reason i started this blog. Maybe as a release for stuff like that. Stress that i don't believe should be experienced at my age is constantly being barraged on me. so i try to be sorta humourus about it if i can for obvious reasons. You can't be sad all the time, u gotta look at the better side of things.So that was my emotional blog. I dwill do them occasionally for u other readers, but the reason i won't do them often is i don't like to be sad i guess.

Well i've finally got the chance to update. I got a few complaints about the flance thing, so i decided to make it a bit smaller. Anyway school has been fine, i've been having a bludge with this whole Theatre Sports thing. For those of you who don't know what that means.. it is making afool out of yourself while improvising on stage. There is this one game where you have to 'be the voices' of other people and thereby giving them a different personality. I get a lot of time off school just to do that. Pretty cool.

So i have been talking to some of the people reading this and they say it isn't so great, so today we will be able to get to know flance's secret desire so you can relate to him a bit better.

Flance in L.A.
After tasting the exquisite fish on board the ship to L.A. Falce decided to think something emotional to get people to know the real him. So he thought about his seal wife and the rollicking good times they had in their 'Own corner of the cabin;)', but then he thought no. Now is the time for looking for a human wife. And so he thought such things while hurling over the side of the boat. He thought of the real woman and how different they were to seals. They would be so unfamiliar. So distant. He would have gone back then if it wasn't for the hurling over the side f the boat. And so he hurled. And hurl he would until one day he would reach L.A. and settle down with a woman with ample whiskers and a wet nose.....
Next= Flance gets to L.A.

And so that was the latest from the world in Flance and now a questionarre for myself:

YOU ARE IN A LIFT. WHAT DO YOU DO.
A lift, cool, i do that matrix thing with the spoon.

YOU ARE IN A MARTIAL ARTS MOVIE.
Cool

YOU SEE THE MATRIX FOR THE MILLIONENTH TIME. WHAT DO YOU DO.
I call someone and talk about computers and such.

THE PHONE IS RINGING.
Our phone is broken.

That's all for know folks, until next time, LEMONS rule, not LEMURS.

I fixed the time thing! right on i hear you say. Well good for me i hear you say. Get on with it. Ok then

Here we are with the first edition of Flance:
Flance was a young man, maybe in his twenties, who lived in the north pole feeding off fish. He had family in places like the sea and the land. He had various beliefs all stemming from humans relation to camels and arctic camel and such things. He enjoyed his life and diet of raw fish and platoonie. His friends were mostly seals, and so he learnt their language from spending a lot of time with them. He loved these seals a lot and even had a wife name seal. Flance longed for some kind of human comtact that was NOT from a seal even though he regarded them as people. ONe day he decided to leave the arctic and find a human.

Next: Flance in L.A.

That was the fist in a series that will probably not be done all the time. So now i go to bed, The next blog to be A.S.A.P. To all my readers, Happy New Year and don't do drugs.

Same day, later time. Well i sure am sad. Coming back here to do my blog MORE than once in a day is rather sad. Then again i am abnormally happy today for some reason. I had to carry a tonne of firewood out the back from the front in a rusty wheelbarrow. It took forever. Then i ended up here typing this before i go to bed only to awake the next morning more wrecked than ever and ready for the new day. I've decided to make my blog more interesting but i don't know how. You can't paste images or anything like that. So i'll just maybe write it from the point of some story character. Look forward to the adventures of Flance in a later installment. By the way, hi russell.

hello again. I realise that the date on this thing is 1 day behind. The date is the 21 at 1:16 pm. well there you are. Those guys are gone now. This Wednesday my shool is having this massive music thing. And the time; 6:30 to 9pm. 6:30 to 9pm. When are you supposed to eat? IT doesn't make sense now does it. After a long day at school, off I go to school again without food. Dodgy stodgy. Samuel has these cool cheats for this computer game i have only he won't give them to me. So i have to sit there playing as though i was someone with hannah's calibre in computer technology. (sorry hannah) I guess i'll call Miriam tonight and talk about lemons, i'll let you decide what that means.

I have a russian trumpet teacher. Worse than my old one, Mr. Paulin. He shows off more, is shorter, yells more, and tells you you are crap more than Mr. Paulin. Amazing i hear you say. Well it is.

hello today, this is tom gordon feeling ok. I talked to fringeface yesterday and she said that i should mention her. This computer's mouse isn't working so therefor i had to do everything with the keyboard. Anyway. I'll go on. Today was a shocking day for school. Seven periods of crap. I'll tell you about this guy called Vana who is rather scary to say the least. He may be short but he zoomes in on your face and makes you feel really uncomfortable. These are the sort of people who go to my school. Scary, possibly insecure. There are some who are ok but occasionally lemon. I have to go now because these people are watching me write this. Anyway i'll mention fringeface again for you hannah.

Hello there again. I post this at 1.24 am in Australia. Just letting this 'Sars' person know that russell made up a lot of that crap and it wasn't all me, so there. anyway i must let russell talk to sars again so bye. For my other reders, IGNORE THIS

It took me such a long time to figure out what I would do for this. Maybe like just as a digital expression of stuff happening in my life but then again that is boring. So I go to a good school. What does that mean anyway. 'A Good School' is just like a phrase for hanging around with smart people, which happens to be demoralising. Espiacially if people think you are smart. But i ain't that smart. So i will write this blog just for the sake of my friends who don't talk too much. You can read it and care about my life, or you can...not. hmm. thats all for now. I gotta go.

Hello world and welcome to my blog and so it begins