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My work here is done.

-Edit Note- I FUCKING NAILED IT! Kirito still hasn't entered GGO! Somebody somewhere owes me something

So I was gonna post something on how ridiculously retarded the people on internet comment sections are, but I'm far too tired to focus on such a gigantic task, so I've done about half a draft and'll post a finished thingy tomorrow or later today sometime. Ciao fo' now though.

Woo, another post :D So yeah, I figure for this Tumblr thing, I'm gonna try my best to make at least 2 posts every night for the next week. I dunno what the fuck I'm gonna talk about, but I've always got something at least, so I should be fine :P Even if it's absolutely nonsensical, as all of my posts have been up to now ^^ Anyways, this is counting as my first post of the night, and I'll post something else later on. An actual good, interesting topic this time! About internet friends! Yay! So that'll be up later on, and I might actually start posting about actual moralish stuff, 'cus I do think about that kinda stuff pretty often. But yep, ciao fo' nao!

Y'know, it's a really weird feeling, lying in my pitch black livingroom at almost 3 in the morning, looking at random crap on facebook and posting stuff to Tumblr which verges on the psychotic level while listening to Zorba The Greek with an absolute straight face. I love the medium of the internet.

So I realised a long-ass time ago that after 1 in the morning, I become a sort of unfiltered, uncensored, unlimited machine and become fully-focused and beast mode whatever I'm doing. Most of the time when this mode or effect or state or whatever happens (Lets call it OrGeeIsABreak Mode) Anyway, it's what's happening to me right now, where my mind kinda just unlocks and all this completely nonsensical bullshit spills out of my fingertips and onto the computer screen through the medium of Tumblr. It used to happen all the time on Dueling Network, when I'd stay up all night participating in tournaments and wrecking shop with my Evols. I dunno what it is, but for this period of time, I just feel like I've been well-oiled and set alight and packed with energy to do whatever. Maybe it's just packed-up ADHD bursting out, but who knows. It's a pretty awesome thing and I feel a little bit whacked to fuck, as if I was on ECTOOOOO or something. I'm not sure if anybody else has this sensation or if it's just one of my other psychopathic traits, but I think it gets a bit overwhelming for whomever I happen to be in a conversation with. That's why this Tumblr thing is so helpful! I can go mental and spill my brains out onto the screen in the form of simple text however much I like, and there's nobody to question it! Until of course somebody I know probably finds it and is just like: "Yo Kevin, you need to get yourself some help man" and I'll just be like: "YOU DON'T KNOW MY STORY!!" and scream in his face and knock him out, then tie him upside down and cut him open with a scythe and let his blood drip into a bath and then bathe in it, then dump his body in a muddy ditch for nobody to ever find except the police, then do a backy-jumping runner and be a fugitive, then take myself out if I ever get found. But yeah. That aside. The Night Life Effect. Also knows and OrGeeIsABreakMode. It's also a thing. If you experience a sensation slightly similar to my own, please tell me below :P 'Till the next rant from the abyssal miasma of sparkly bullshit that is my imagination. It'll probably be soon. Unlike the next season of Doctor Who and Sherlock. Seriously British TV, HURRY THE FUCK UP.

So yeah, there's this thing that happens to me right. It happens every summer. Or it was Easter one year, I don't remember. It's always during a holiday anyway. But yeah, there's this one day. Where just fuck all happens right for me. And it's always just completely unexpected, usually after me and ol' life have been going steady for too long. I call it the Bad Luck Bout. It happens in 3's. The past couple Bout's have included stepping in dog shit and something happening to one of my gadgets. Last year's bout happened as I was just casually walking into the park where me and my friends hung out most of the time. Just casual. Except as soon as I stood in the park, my new-ish shoes connected with the squishy, arsehole texture of dog shite. So yeah, I spun round like a manly ballerina to express my discontent at the dog shite for happening to be in my wake. And as I spun, my iPod (Which I'd had for about a year and had not even scratched once) fell out of wherever I had it sitting, connected with the concrete, and the screen cracked alll to fuck, from the left of the home button to nearly the top left corner of the touch screen. I was pissed. So that one was, 1. Dog Shit, 2. Fucked Up New Trainers, 3. Smashed Unscathed iPod. Then, this year it happened on just the perfect day. The last day of fucking school, right before the holidays. Once again, I stood in dog shite that day. Then, as I was walking home, I lost my 16Gig iPhone that I'd had for about 6 months. Then I found that Linkin Park had announced a UK tour for their new album Hunting Party. And I was fucking ecstatic! ("Yes, finally! I can see Linkin Fucking Park!") But nah. Apparently, to Mike Shinoda, 'UK' means 'England'. Yeah. ONLY FUCKING ENGLAND. So yeah, not even a lil' rocky morphine for my Bad Luck Bout. And that's that. I fucking despise it. It's totally a thing. If anybody else has something like it, please share it with me. I love to hear of others' misfortunes. I'm like an arsehole version of Santa. But without a beard. Or a big fluffy coat. Or minions. Or presents. Or a fat arse. Well actually that's a lie, I do actually have a pretty huge arse, despite my being a skinny motherfucker. But yeah anyway. The Bad Luck Bout. It's a thing.

So for those of you non-existent followers who I've made up in the hellish realm of my imagination, you probably don't know that I wast T In The Park this year, the Scottish Music Festival that spans 3 days (Well technically five, but I'm not counting the first day when I arrived and pitched the tent and then the last day when I packed up and went home) Anyway, it was it's last year at it's current beautiful, hayfever-infested location of Balado Airfield. It's a huge-ass place in Kinross. But yeah, there was 3 days of live bands, pretty much counting up to around 10 hours of moshing each day. The headliners were Biffy Clyro, Steve Angello and The Pixies on the first day. I of course went to the Biff, as my username and cover photo would probably suggest that I fucking love them. Then the second day headliners were Calvin Harris, Elbow and Ben Howard. Poor Ben, I doubt anybody went to see him, 'cus fucking everybody was at Calvin Harris enjoying Will Smith introducing and the epileptic fit inducing lazers and fireworks. I myself was at Elbow enjoying THROW THOSE CURTAINS WIDE at 10 to 1 in the fucking morning, barely able to stay conscious, let alone stand. Then the third and final headliners were Arctic Monkeys, Disclosure and Example. I was so fucking tied on who to go see, I was leaning towards Example because I've seen Arctic Monkeys before at the Hydro in Glasgow, but they never played When The Sun Goes Down, So I thought "Y'know what? Fuck it, I'll see the Monkeys again, and hopefully this time they play When The Sun Goes Down. Heck, maybe they'll even bring Miles Kane and play some Last Shadow Puppet tunes". So I went to Arctic Monkeys and they did neither of those. In fact they were complete shite and I can count 10 of my favourite songs by them that they DIDN'T play. Fucking gutted. But that aside, the whole weekend fucking slaughtered all of my energy as I was barely able to afford energy to keep me going (5 QUID ON A FUCKING BACON ROLL. 5 I TELL YE!! I COULD BUY A HOBOS HAT FOR THAT AMOUNT!!!) But yeah, all in all, King Tuts was the fucking best stage, and the best acts over the whole thing for me were, Biffy Fucking Clyro, Paolo Fucking Nutini, Franz Fucking Ferdinand and the Kaiser Fucking Chiefs. Can't really decide on my absolute favourite, but I lean towards Franz Ferdinand. Even though Biffy Clyro had the craziest, most mental fucking crowd I've ever been in ever. (Yeah, even worse than the time I almost got crushed to fucking deaths at Arctic Monkeys at the Hydro and when I moshed myself to near collapsing at Chase & Status in the o2 Arena) But yeah, I suppose that rounds it up, plus I've lost my voice and it's a pain in the male uterus to speak for the now. And I realise that I initially named this post TITP 'Summarised' Might need to change that. But yeah, TTFN! 'Till I can bring myself to rant on about some other random bullshit spiel that you imaginary people probably don't even read! ^^