Guru Dog

2002-06-19T13:42:00.000Z

I apologise, there is no poem for this week. I only hope that after the exams, on friday, I will be able to make more.

Sorry.

-Ash.

2002-06-12T13:46:00.000Z

Ok, sorry for lack of posts. Things will, hopefully, be winding down soon.

Untill then......

The Wanderer

Homeless, friendless,
Both the curse and the blessing.
Scanning the Earth for nothing more,
Then the wander, alone.
Issues unsorted,
Hopefully buried,
But always there,
Pushed, deeper and deeper.
"A friend can sometimes be the hardest weakness,
But a friend can also be the strongest ally."
If only you could stop,
Stop wandering.

2002-05-29T14:14:00.000Z

Probs ensue. Go to the message board for more info.

Sleep.
Cant move.
Cant wake.
These thoughts inside me,
The don't end.
And yet,
Even though I have no control,
I can act.
I can make a difference,
In this wold in my head.
Then?
Then I wake,
And everything I have done,
My acomplshments,
My sweat and tears,
They have never happened.

2002-05-24T08:51:00.000Z

Ok, I apologise for the messup on Wednesday, I think there was an error as the thingy was processed. It matters not!
Here is todays poem, as promised :)

We are not War?

War.
The pinnical of hatred?
This is not war.
The pinnical of rivalry?
This is not war.
The lowest respect?
This is not war.
The lowest misunderstanding?
This is not war.
Those are what we are.
War is not what we are.
War is what they are.
War is what they started.
War is to stop them doing wrong.
But who are they?
Are they us?
They are flesh and blood?
They breath? They eat?
They do what we do?
Then who are we?

2002-05-22T14:34:00.000Z

Whoa! This didnt post first time! I'll try again!

Frendship.

Removed by the sea, the land, the distance.
I know you are near.
Removed by Time Zones, chat lag, and chance,
I know you are here.
You know me, and I know you,
All together, through and through.
For what anyone may say,
Our Wills will not say,
We know each other too well for that.
We have never seen one another,
And yet we know when it wrong with the other,
We have much in common,
Despite our differences,
And we never waver from our Frendship.

2002-05-22T14:32:00.001Z

Here, have this lill one todday, I havent been making any recently. Blooming exams! Heh, enjoy!

Frendship.

Removed by the sea, the land, the distance.
I know you are near.
Removed by Time Zones, chat lag, and chance,
I know you are here.
You know me, and I know you,
All together, through and through.
For what anyone may say,
Our Wills will not say,
We know each other too well for that.
We have never seen one another,
And yet we know when it wrong with the other,
We have much in common,
Despite our differences,
And we never waver from our Frendship.

2002-05-22T14:32:00.000Z

Here, have this lill one todday, I havent been making any recently. Blooming exams! Heh, enjoy!

What makes me me?
What makes you different?
Our faces?
Our skins?
Our language?
Our home?
Our skill?
Or our mind?
And this means what?
You are better?
You are superiour?
You are right?
You are smart?
You are worthy?
No.
And neither am I.
We are equals,
We are Brothers, and Sisters,
We are.

2002-05-20T09:32:00.000Z

What an intresting day this'll be. Well, better put todays lill thingy up. I better write some more soon, or I'll run out!

We are.

What makes me me?
What makes you different?
Our faces?
Our skins?
Our language?
Our home?
Our skill?
Or our mind?
And this means what?
You are better?
You are superiour?
You are right?
You are smart?
You are worthy?
No.
And neither am I.
We are equals,
We are Brothers, and Sisters,
We are.

2002-05-17T08:11:00.000Z

I'll post this, then go coughing back to my den. Darn throat infection......

ship in a bottle.

It is in there.
In that bottle that is you.
People look at the quality of that glass,
And Marvel.

But do they bother to see the ship?
In that small squall?
Do they see the desperation,
Of that tiny Captin,
Trying to keep 'her' floating?

Look at that shape!
The bottle is wonderful.
Perfectly shaped in every way.
Smooth, flawless.
The model of society.
Then the ship in that storm,
The storm that was bottles up,
Sinks.

And possibably even then,
As the cork pops off,
And the storm excapes,
Nobody notices.

That storm, bottled up,
Unrelenting,
Causes damage.
So much storm,
To fit though,
Such a small bottleneck.

Nobody notices,
Untill the bottle shatters,
And people cut themselves on shards,
Of Glass.

2002-05-15T14:25:00.000Z

Well, this one has no real point to it, I was listening to some good music that had various comments from NASA's moon landings in the background. See how many you can spot. Some are easy... some are not!

Eagle Looking Great.

Eagle Looing Great,
soaring hit and mighty.

Power flowing out of it,
The wings, beating,
The talons, poised,
The eyes, watching,
The head, glancing.

The Wind!
Such unresisting strength,
Yet, controlled,
By such a sleek body.
Looking down,
A vast land, populated,
It almost seems, dare be, that,
All the people on this Earth are Truly one.

A landing place set there,
As if for him alone.
The Eagle has landed,
Talons clutched and diggin into the rock,
Even marking the granite!
Then those all seeing eyes play out,
Focusing, looking, searching.

Spotted.
It dosn't know it yet, but its life is over.
Those powerful eyes never fail.
It's numbers are up.
The Eagle has its target.
Far away, on foot or claw,
But in air almost anything,
Anything, is withing reach.
We have liftoff,
And The Eagle is away.
What starts off as land,
One small step,
Erupts into flight,
One long sweep.

The flight, othough short,
Is priceless.
Checking, measuring,
ranging, calculating.
One small change means disaster.
Once done, there is a bridge,
A bridge between flight,
And success.
Ok, Houston, I'm on the bridge,
closer, closer.
Still it dosn't notice.

Strike!
Flash, and gone,
The eyes drained of life,
The prize gained.
Now for more things,
Weight.
Calculations, thinking,
Divering from surroundings.

The barrel poised,
The trigger pulled,
The flash spotted by the hunter.
Houston, We have a problem.

2002-05-13T09:09:00.000Z

Ok, I'm feeling a lot better, probably due to the weekend, and the Great Vulpine known as Swift Fox.
But I wish to share this one with you. Why? Because, to me, it answers questions, and may in part at least, lower the oddest questions. You know, what is the matrix? and all that. Enjoy :)

Is this reality?

Is this reality?
Is it real?
You want a test?
Hit yourself.
Just the once.
Now, did that hurt?
No? Try harder next time.
Feel the pain,
Feel the emotion,
Feel it all.
And that pain in your head?
That one you lock up.
Feel it all
Let it consume you.
But not for long.
Then you will relise a few things.
This is beyond reality.
This is a nightmare,
And you not only relised some of it,
You also defeated some of it too.
You are one step closer to Reality.

2002-05-10T08:00:00.000Z

What the...?
Well, well, well, its Friday. Against my best attempts, today is here. I even woke up thinking it was Saturday.
I'll let the poem do the talking, and try to beat it.
Enjoy, amigo!

Burnout

What has happened?
What went wrong?
Am I no longer the same person?

I look the same,
Apart from my eyes,
I act the same,
Apart from my energy,
And to everyone I seem the same.

But I'm not.
My mind is gone,
Shut down and hiding,
And as for my caring,
That is gone,
Where I know not.

I am so tired,
Yet if I let up now,
I am either a failure,
Or a quitter,
Either way unacceptable.

But I look the same to yuo,
Or so they tell me.

But look at my eyes,
And you might glimpse it,
The lonleyness,
The Exaustion,
The way those eyes look back,
Lifeless,
And empty.

2002-05-08T12:32:00.000Z

Well, I've mailed (Quietly, ssssh! Don't tell!) My poems at home to collage, so I'm able to put them up :)

Oooo, here is a nice one for you. I must have been happy then :)
Enjoy!

Amusment.
Something that makes you smile,
Something to chuckle over,
A laughable matter,
An outragous event,
Roaring with laughter,
But these are only external expressions,
They can be false,
True amusement is what you enjoy,
An inward satifaction.

2002-05-03T19:50:00.000Z

Well, today is compensation for no entry on Monday... I think. Hey, if the Lord looks kindly on us all, there might be one on Monday too! Depends. It is a bank holiday, after all!
Todays lill text is from my home lot, and is basically calling into question the feeling that people have of patriosm. Some say it includes everyone in your country, some say nationals, some say particular race. Well, this is to challenge these thoughts. Enjoy!
patriosm.
Are you Patriotic?
You are?
you shout against others,
who wear different covers,
Of skin?
You are?
You beleave you are with the 'good guys',
Even when, they take the fight,
To the enemy?
You are?
You pick up a weapon the second,
Someone cries out,
For change?
You are?
You stand silent when different people,
in different countries,
Die, for no real reason,
When you could help.
You are?
No, you are only patriotic,
When someone accuses you,
Of not hating others.

2002-05-01T13:46:00.000Z

Oopsie, I left most of the poems at home! Silly me, I'll put another IQ one up :)

IQ
A test of ability,
To show how useful a person is,
To see if a child has a future in our world,
To determine the intellegence of a soul,
To decide someones future life,
You have a low IQ, you are stupid,
You have a high IQ, you are a genious,
Stupid, or genious, what is the difference?
How adapted someone is to our way of life?
How kind/dum someone is?
How self centered/intellegent someone is?
A test of ability,
Or a test of what type of person you are?

2002-04-30T13:22:00.000Z

Well, just to let everone know, I've been expanding the site, hopefully to everyones enjoyment :)

2002-04-30T13:20:00.000Z

I've been twiddeling around with the site, and I've also expanded it! Who-ho!

Do enjoy everyone, the next update is tomorow, with another poem :)

-Guru Dog

2002-04-29T11:48:00.000Z

Hello once again readers!
Its Monday, and as promised, I have todays poem ready. It looks mainly at the acceptance and beleif in the idea of intellegence. After all, what is it? And is it, honeslty, the same for everyone? If intellegence was marked, say by an IQ test, I would most likley be 'proven' to be of a lower intelegence then yourself. Does this mean I'm stupid? Does it mean I am inferiour? Well, read and enjoy!

Intellegence.
The ability to adapt?
The ability to communicate?
The ability to reason?
The ability to feel compassion?
The ability of revenge?
These are not intelegence,
It is meerly what OUR sociaty thinks,
These skills will not help you survive,
Nor will they 'prove' intellegence,
They only assist this notion.
For intellegence relative,
What is intellegent to you is not to another.

2002-04-25T11:28:00.000Z

Ok, might as well start this whole thing off.
This one is dedicated t a few frends, and a few animals:

Bonds.
Distance does not weaken them,
Personality does not affect them,
Nor does specis.
These bonds are immence,
A power to be rekoned with,
And hard to break.
These are the bonds we form,
The bonds between those we care about.

2002-04-25T10:49:00.000Z

Changes!

Guru Dog will be experencing changes. To make things easyer, and better, I'll be posting poems instead. You prolly wont find these elsewhere, as they are done by me :)
The pots will be on Mondays and Wednesdays, hopefully!

2002-02-26T14:00:00.000Z

Seeing that I have got some more thoughts, and I'm in a position to post them, here are some more, enjoy, and take care!
-Ash.

People do not just define themselves through pais.
-Ash.

What is your pleasure perifery?
-Ash.

It is unadvisable to judge what you do not compleatly understand.
-Ash.

Computers are like children: They are innocent.
-Ash.

A diet is for life, not just for after Christmas.
-Ash.

More soon, I promise :)
-Ash.

2002-02-26T13:56:00.000Z

Now that I've been assured that the picture works (Thanks to Neve), I'll finish off some final touches and Gurudog will get off to a proper start!
Enjoy!
-Ash.

2002-02-26T13:41:00.000Z

Well, the pic is up, and that means that Guru Dog is almost compleatly ready. I only hope that the picture will actually show ;)

2002-02-22T10:21:00.000Z

We are going to have to act, if we want to live in a different world.
-Command and Conquer lyric.

No matter how good you are, there is useually someone better, but there is always someone worse then you as well.
-Ash.

There are two things you shouldn't do: Brag in public, ad ask for pity in public.
-Ash.

The world dosn't always laugh with you, and you don't have to laugh with it.
-Ash.

Everyone dosn't notice your sorrows, because they have throuble dealing with their own. Help them, and then they can help you.
-Ash.

If there is no worst, then there cannot be a best.
-Ash.

2002-02-22T10:18:00.000Z

Ok, a small guide to this collection of thoughts that I'm making:
I will post as oftern as I can, with anything up to 10 thoughts. You may find them amusing, and you may find them true, mabie, mabie not. In either way, enjoy reading them. I am not attempting to make any personal attacks or the like, they are just thoughts.
If you want, you can give me feedback on them, or supply me with ideas, you will be givern credit, naturally.
Any that are marked -Ash are made by me, by the by.
Enjoy!

-Guru Dog.

2002-02-22T10:13:00.000Z

Ok, I forgot the picture I was hopeing to use for for the title, but I remembered to bring in the words.
Also, I've been trying, without success, to repeate the situation that freaked me out. The closest I ame was whenI managed to get the shaky, then the zooming, then DJ CL txted me. Vibration AND bleeping next to my head. After my eyes snaped from rolled back to normal, they hurt a bit!

Anyways, without further adooooooo, Here is the start of Guru Dog!

2002-02-19T13:31:00.000Z

Well, thats the template done, more or less. The main feature will start soon, however, as, in all My ingenious creativity, I have left the small book that had the important stuff at home. Tipical!
Still, before I start, sommit happened a few nights ago, which has mildly shaken me, and gives me cause to think. When you are in your bed, mildly tired, with your eyes closed, feel relaxed, and focused? Well, I occasionally do this, and a few (2, to those with advanced maths skills) nights ago was one such occasion. This normally leads me to a feeling to rest, and then I stop lying on my back (I can never sleep lying on my back), and go to sleep. Well, very occasionally, and when I say this, I mean only a few times, something mildly... unuseual happens. Now, if you know me well enough, you'll know that the one thing (apart from needles, mosquitos and hights, oh, and clowns to a mild extent) that really freaks/scares me is not being able to do anything, as in no muscular control whatsoever. Well, I closed my eyes, and looked into the darkness. Normally (thankfully), this means I see, well, bacl, or if a light is on, red. Well, this time I looked into nothingness (No lights on in my room), and I knew immediatly that there was something wrong. I could see the nothing as if it was, well, something, like a wall, of a kind. The next thing I knew was I was heading at it at an unsettling speed. Normally, I open my eyes, sit bold upright and move around a bit. Well, this time I only did the opening eyes bit. I thought to myself, "No, your gonna fact this fear. You have no control, but your gonna face it". So I did. When I 'hit' this nothing wall, I felt like there was pressure on my face, no scratch that, there WAS pressure on my face, like I was lying under water, or like I was in some kinda higher grav, ro sommit. Well, this time I was paniking, but I found out I no longer had conterol to break it, I was in, and there was no way to stop it. Thats when it got scary. There was this voice, the same as mine, but it talked in ways I don't. It used a different speech, if you get me. Well, I can't exactually remember word from word of what it said (Or much at all), but what I remember was the gist of two sentences were "Back off." and "You don't know what your messing with". In different words. Now that was disterbing. What do I back off from? Well, it then let its grip lose, and I came back, like I was going up into my body. No, I don't take drugs. Any explanations? Please, tell me, I'd be grateful to know...
Untill soon, my frend,
Valet.

2002-02-19T11:50:00.000Z

I'll be making some changes, bare with me..... This wot I be doing at the moment is time consuming, and I don't have the time. So... stand by...

2002-01-31T16:08:00.000Z

Well. Thats it then. A life ambition satified. I have officially been to the Ritz, London, and I must say it's amazing. The food is not good, but it redefined my tastes. I never knew food tasted that different. Wow. But lets not get too distraced, eh?
It seems like a bond film latley. Laughable, I know, but funny too. (Hence the laughable bit?). Anyway, the (Traditional, black) London cab we had had locked doors, with a great big red light that showed us we were locked in, and the classic plastic screen between us and the driver. Then the Ritz, and all that brilliance (I will go back there one day, even if I'm 90 by then). And just now, a Guys case has just started bleeping like one of those suitcase bombs. Laugh, go on, you want to.
Changing the subject, The local Fox (The one I know the bark of), now has a name. I decided to call him Bold. Why? 'Cos he is. Well, anyways, Bold went balistic Two nights ago. He was outside our window, and raising all manners of hell. And I mean that. After everyoner was awake, I looked out of my window. He saw me. I saw him. 5 seconds later, he walked off. Yep, we just looked at each other. I knew I didn't have to say anything, he generally gets the point. He wasn't here last night, though. Mabie he will come back toninght. Mabie I'll find out what the other fox looks like, considering I have seen Bold at day. Actually, it may have been the other Fox then. mmmm..... na, only Bold is that Bold. I know what I'm on about there, I do.
But now I shall throw caution into the wind and say whats on the lineup this weekend. Well, I've been to the Ritz for Afternoon (bliff) tea, and for the weekend, I'm off to the Sandbanks Hotel. But why? You all may ask. It's my mums birthday, thats why. Bless her.
Anyway, I have to leave you now, I'll see you after the weekend/hotel/gym/swimming pool/fun/bliss.
Valet.

2002-01-28T13:29:00.000Z

One last thought: I guess I could begin to edit this thingy here...
Valet

2002-01-28T13:25:00.000Z

Ok, I'm back.
I went to the libary, after I had lunch.
My mind is set. I forget the homework, so I'll pay. I don't care that I have some free time now. I deserve what coming to me. That, and the fact can't find out what I've got to do. Geez.....
Oh, well. This week should be fun. And I actually mean that. I won't tell all, not now anyway. That'll spoil the fun. And since everyone I know seems to have the odd notion that plot spoilers are evil/bad/annoing, I won't spill. Suffice to say it will be fun.
What to do in the small time that I have left untill my next exam? I COULD draw something to add in the crap pictures place, or I COULD do some work. but lets face it, I've git about 35 mins left. Am I gonna blow it? No.
The Weather is changing. Last night an intresting (In the fact that it blew my curtains into my face throughout the night) wind formed. And now today it's not raining. Ok, say dur, but its different. I'm not soaking wet. I should be happy about that, I guess.
Something else happens very soon. Mums birthday. Yay. Gotts wrap, but yay. And I don't mean that sarcastically.
I'm going on too much, but.... but I've forgotten what I was gonna say. Tired, be me.
Untill next horror,
Valet.

2002-01-28T12:59:00.000Z

Well, its monday. Yes, its THAT monday feeling. So, I'm boared. BUT. this is a big but here, the weather is changing, slightly, and some other stuff.
Anyways. Slow connection, which dosn't help matters. I'm giving up on the broadsword, unsuprisingly. And the bank balance. Man, thats low. But enough of that. I'm in one of those feelings. Not exactually boared (As I'm chatting with Tonya as I do this), and not exactually tired. More of a mix. And worry. there is that. I think I may have mentioned that I have been told that someone fancies me, mabie. Mbie not. Well, someone does. I'm getting an idea on who, but its still fuzzy. geez. My first guess is wrong, or might be. Hell, I don't know!!!! Thats not all. ast night, in all my wonderful glory, I remembered two pieces of homework. At 11pm.
And nw I'm being kicked outta the room.
Valet.

2002-01-26T14:22:00.000Z

I'll cut this one short, As I have no time. I'm at Fleet, in the Libary, and I've seen the price of that sword. £160. Not too nasty, but nasty enough. Mabie when I have more money. Speaking of which, I'm also cutting back on spening, My balance was seen by me today :S
Gotta go, mabie I'll be back later. Mabie not.
Valet.

2002-01-25T20:00:00.000Z

Ok, so it's me again.
This is the last post of the day... honest.
You know, once again, I've been shown the remarkable talants that DJ CL has to make me feel much beter once I feel (And start) kicking doors open. Man, that DJ is one of a kind!
I've decided upon something else as well as to tell you that my day wasn't a low life excuse for an insult. I'm off to fleet (The local town) Tomorow, and that means a few things. One, I'll probably do sommit at the libary to reach this. Two, I'll be looking around for who knows what (Mabie getting some more gemstones) and three, I'll be looking at the price of a broard sword. Yes, this is wishful thinking, but imaging what it'd be like to own a real broad sword. Mmmmmm....
I'll leave you with that rather odd thought.

-Ash.

2002-01-25T12:53:00.000Z

What to do.....
Argh! I give up, I really do! I've been everywhere I can think of, on the web, and I still have 1.5 hours of bordom left. This is all I have actually to do. Well, I could just sit at the computer, at Pawspace.com, and continusly press refresh, but that'd be pointless. And as I just typed this, some guy went online, then offline. They torment me! No, I'm not especially pissed, but I could well become soon. I resolve to walk. I don't care where or why, I'll just walk. I need a walk. really. The only person who would probably be able to say hi is DJ CL, and my phone has no coverage, so thats out.
I must admit, though, this is more fun then I thought it would be. As in I'm actually enjoying myself. Just worried if my parents get hold of this, mmmm.....
Probably whats boring into me the most is this damn printer behind me. It's one of those old noisy black (prenounce grey) an white jobs, and did I mention it's noisy. For the last hour, it's been printing. I wonder what it is printing. Hang on a sec..... Well, that clared nothing up. I refuse to beleave some installation notes are so long it lakes a box of paper. Then again... Thinking about it, I wonder who's gonna read all that muck. It's funny really, imagine those poor people who have to read it. Man, that things like Duracess, it goes on, and on, and on.
Anyway, must stop thinking about the printer, it's annoing. Honest.
I had a thought while I was away. What does Mind Prisioner of my Brain mean? Mabie you were wondering that? Mabie, mabie not. I'll tell anyway, I made you read this before telling, for crying out loud. Well, the Mind bit is easy. The prisioner of my brain is slightly more tricky. It ties in directly with why I'm not gonna edit/apologise for my spelling/grammer mistakes. You see, most people are wired up in a certain way. Normal, really. This is excluding exceptional cases, naturally. Well, not everyone (THANKYOU LORD, THAT DAMN PRINTER JUST STOPPED!) is 'wired' up like this. Some people, thats about/almost 1/4 of the entire world (Seriously) has various degrees of weird wiring. For those who havent guessed yet, its called Dyslexia. Now in quite a few cases, there are not really many changes. *Mabie* their handwriting is *styalised*. Mabie not. But some cases have their brains wired compleatly differently. Then anything can be affected. Handwriting, grammer, spelling, maths, speaking, thinking. I am by far not the worst case. My Dyslexia is classified as 'mild'. Heh, yer, if you can call it that. I really feel for those who cannot communicate themselves properly. I can, useually. But it is annoing, on so many levels. Eventually, I came to the thought that the tem Mind Prisioner of my Brain was appropreate. Be it or not, that is my view. But this is not all bad new, though. Other things are enganced (Or so I'm told) be this. Like me, now, talking. A lot. All my life I have had to change myself so that other people are happy. Here I will not. I will allow something to be what I made it, if the meaning gets through.
And again I flame.
This is begging to be irratating. I'll come back when I can. Mabie, mabie not :P
Seranara, suckers!

2002-01-25T12:22:00.000Z

Ok, so I'm still here.
This whole "Whopie do, I have 4 hours to do absolutly nothing" is wearing a bit thin now, mainly because I, er, well, have nothing to do. I thought I'd have contacts on MSN online (With 66 contacts, mabie 3 or 4?), nut no. The only people online so far have either been sitting next to me, or are in lessions (Or both, in the case of Mike). So what now, sitting around? Well, yes, actually. Just relised how long the last post was too (And I groaned). Looks like I get carried away fast. Well, whatcya expect? I might as well do some HTML on one of my pages... or sommit. Hell, I don't know, I just wish there were people I could chat or talk to.
Oh, and before I continue, just to clear things up for people living in the US, My name is missleading, I am male. Just in case noones worked that out before (Don't laugh, many have fallen fot that...)
So, what? Am I gonna speak to what could turn out to be nobody (I always exclude God from that comment)? Hell no! I don't know about you all, I'm gonna do.... something. And if I run out of things to do... I'll.... think.... of sommit. I'm not gonna make this easy for ya, I'm gonna make you read to lear me :P
Adios, once again, amigo.

2002-01-25T10:52:00.000Z

Yer, hi... whatever...

Well, this is it, I guess. An online chatty thingy that I spill my guts. mmm, hard to do, but I'll try.
If you got here, either you browse too much, or you know me. Well, in either case, I guess your gonna be one of those few that get more then one facet of my mind. Beleave me, few get more then the one. First of all, before I start off on anything, I'm not gonna apologise for any spelling mistakes, or hurt feelings. You want to see me for what I really am, then go on, do it. I don't really care, its your feelings really. But as I said, no apologies for spelling. This is one place that I refuse to apologise for the wiring of my brain. It makes me who I am.
But, now the main stuff is outta the way, what to post? Do I some Live Journel? Or thoughts? Or mabie a mix. Mabie. I don't care at the mo, we'll see how it goes.....
I won't really bother to post much today, afterall, I'm new to this, and I want to learn how to operate this thing. I'll sum some stuff up and make it simple. So, do read on...

Well, the only things that really mater at this second to me is that Cyber Lucky (Emil, and will now be known as CL, me thinks), is really making today better then I thought it would be. Not that it's been a bad day. It's Friday for crying out loud, and I'm not feeling too bad! But anyway, CL seems to be all te rage at disco's. I wish him luck, people like him seem to be rare...
On the downside, I'm still worried about the way I upset Blazer (On Pawspace.com). I didn't mean it, and I felt bad. I get the impression he has got over my using his charicter in a story, but I'm not too sure the feeling will leave me foe a while. At least he isn't bitching on about it. I like him, he seems a nice guy, thats why hurting his feelings makes me feel bad.
Also, it would seem my Councelling fame (Locally) is paying me back. Being empathic has its amusments. or one, I was told by Clare H (just call he clare for now...) that I was more perceptive then most people she meets face to face. Well, Mabie, mabie not. I wouldn't know. I'll see if I can make her fell better. No, I wont do what some do (I.e. directly make her happy [Oh, man, that couls be taken badly!]), I'll just be there if she needs support/help. She seems to a bit, but not too much now. Good luck to her, I say. She deserves happyness if anyone does, the angel. Thomas D (Tom, just call him that), is in a bit worse state, and I'm being passivly helpful to avoid me getting flamed. I'm not going any further for certain peoples (Including mine) safty. Heh, I'll end up chatting to fishes one day...
Yesterday I got repeated Deja voo. That hasn't happened for... a... while. Mabie it's starting up again. Anyway, it was kinda like I was abouts to do something which I felt like I had done lots of time before. As in about 3-4. Bizzare. So I carried on with the typing in the same room, in the same time frame, in the sdame mood, to the same person, about the same thing. Don't tell me that that was co-incedence 'cos I've only ever been on that computer 2 times before in the 2 years I've been at the collage. Geez, wonder whats up...
One last thing, Othough its a Friday, the day was on a turn up for the first Friday in a while. Normally I get in here for 9am, Go to Geography 'till 1pm, then have an hour break, then Go to Psychology at 2 'till 4. Well, today thereis no Geography, and Psychology is getting, intresting (I grin at that word). There is a 1:17 ration of male:female in Psychology class, me being the only bloke there. Yep, intresting is a word to grin at... But thats not all. I've seen my useual haunts, that is Pawspace, Ozfoxes (Man those guys need some credit!!!), another, worldchaos (Man, I'll have to do sommit about that dump), and the rest. Out of all those, only Pawspace and Ozfoxes has really made me feel better, and well... make me more what I am to most people online: nice. ENough of this for now, I'm going on too much.
I'm gonna start to learn how this thingy works, it's definatly an intresting thing. And no, to those who Know I have an old diary at home, I'm not typig that lot up, it's too much effort for absolutly nothing.
Anyways, I'll be around, and depending weather (I said I'm NOT apologising for my spelling!), or not, I can figure this thingy out, I'll be back.
Untill then, my frend,
Valet.

-Ash.