Geo-caches filled with useless crap.

Went out with Dan and Will today. Went looking for things Dan called Geo-caches. Found 3 in one trip, Geo-caches are containers that contain items, like money tracker bugs, Geo-coins, and other mostly cheap and useless crap. Geo-caches are most likely to be a hidden box, normally a military ammo box, yano, those green metal containers with the latches, or it could be a small camoed plastic box, or, in rare cases, a 35mm film case. The first person to locate a Geo-cache is rewarded with a congratulary letter, a money prize, and first pick of the items.

These are the rules: Any item removed from the cache, excluding money and the letter, have to be swapped with something else.

Tracker bugs and Geo-coins are also trade items.

If you find a GC or TB, log this on the website, and place it in a different Geo-cache.

Attempt to hide the cache better than it was hidden previously

We found a TB and a GC today. We tracked the TB from Holland to Italy then to where we found it, and the Dan kept the GC because it was awesome. We're trying to find more GCs so we can all have 1.

Spent most of the search running, was shattered at the end. I did voluteer though, cause Will didn't have a bike so a lent him mine a ran.

Thats what we did today.

End of story

Sort your self out before you can help others. Helping others can help sort yourself. Two sayings. Giant contradiction.

There so much bullshit around. It seems like everything is out there deliberatly to lie to you. For everyone out there, don't belive anything until you've really thought it through....but then again, you can lie to your self aswell, or at least, not really know whats best.

Then we get to questions. By all that we have, some questions are really stupid. Heres one particularally un useful one. "should I follow my heart or my head?" Neither, or make a mix of ideals. Both can get you into serious trouble, and sometimes, are the same idea said differently, more often than not however, both say completely opposite things, like moi, my heart is like yes and my mind is like i dunno whatevers best, and i'm like, thanks for the help. I don't know whats best!!

Its when the two agree its where the problem really gets going. The heart is what we associate with feelings, and the mind with logic. My feelings say yeah, and logically, my mind agrees, but it also, logically, concludes that its a dumb idea, which isn't really that helpful because it says go for it, but knows its not really the best thing. or is it.

I don't fucking know anymore.

Well I do, about half of it, but the other half isn't quite as easy as that. I know what, why, who, but not, how. and how is a biggy, simply because, if we don't know how, we don't know if its a good idea. Also, how is gonna be a hard one to sort, because of obvious issues involving the 'who's' view on the matter. I'm fairly sure its not the same as mine.


I think I know, but do I really want to?

I'm not going to say anymore on this.

Tally Ho.

boring, so. very. boring.

I don't know how much more of this I can take. Sitting inside infront of this laptop is going to drive me insane. The same is true for sitting in front of any other household entertainment device. I cant go on like this, its just not going to to work, I have to end it here. Hard, when most of your friends are 'unavailable'


too bored to put any thing else.

How...damply depressing.

Look at it. Its revolting isnt it? Its doing it again. Raining. Clouds pissing down on us, probably because they think its funny. Thats a degrading thought. Our entire exsistence, a large ongoing joke for Mother Nature. We're not laughing, and I definatly do not appreciant the thunder that sounding like a bomb. The Americans did it. There, now someones been blamed, we can move on.

United States of Eurasia + Collateral Damage. Thats the name of my USoE file. When I saw 'Collateral Damage' I was expecting some sort of really heavy guitar outro. Buno. Its a piano piece. A boring one.

Hmmm. Time for a little history lesson on our cousins over the Atlantic. Don't get me wrong, there have been some decent Americans, like Martin Luther King Jr. and Abrham Lincoln, but there are also bad Americans, and the bad Americans are winning because all the decent Americans get shot.
Now, let us remember these good Americans, by taking the piss out of the bad ones.

Thats about it really. So, All things said, old boy, there is no real reason to continue today, enjoy this wonderful British weather, just don't forget the crumpets.

Tally ho

*yawn*

bored as hell, nothing to do, office chair uncomfy, feel rubbish, must do something tommorow.

Well now thats out of the way, its the 3rd of august, the sort of time where the novelty of 6 weeks of holiday kinda starts to wear off.

I mean really wears off.

My chair, where I am sat at this time, has tried to kill me. Twice. I lean back to pick something up and WHAM! The bolt holding the left side of the seat to the chair gives up the ghost, and the seat tips over throwing me off and I hit my head on the wardrobe :(

The second was much the same, except the chair decided it wanted to fall on me aswell.

Well fucking done arsehole.

My words as I remove the chair off me.


I am in dire need off guitar plectrumes, I mean, you can do without or find some sort of improvised replacement, but an actual pick is much better than the plastic bits that hold up curtains and let the move on the rails. MUCH better in fact.

Might start going for a run in the mornings, you know, keep up fitness, kill some time, that sort of thing.

Saw a kid on 1 of those stupid 2 wheel skateboard things that twist in the middle. I was like "It's just a matter of time before he falls of that thing." Shortly followed by "I told you so."

lulz.

Notice for my brother: Washing more than 1 a week is not a deadly sin, and the summer holidays is not an excuse for not washing at all to become a religous obligaction. Smelly twat.

Calm down old chap, drowning is allowed if you do it safely

You can't go for a decent swim these days, its all crowded and you just can't get a good rythm going. You have be careful about the kids jumping in, its like carpet bombing.

Watched the A-Team earlier :), thats a real man's program, we don't need no soap jibba jabba you crazy fool.

O_O, O.M.G. FLORENCE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TOP GEAR IS, WHO THE STIG IS, OR WHO CHUCK NORRIS IS!!! :O THAT SHOULD BE A CRIME!

But you know, thats just life, man.

Well, its turn out, so far, to be another glorious English summer. How terrific, I love English summers...not. All there is to do on those paricularly English days is to rot in front of a laptop or T.V, not really what i want to be doing. I have so much pent up energy those days.

Okay, self-promise time, I WILL NOT behave in an innapropriate manner again, I shall be the soul of good manners.

I WILL keep this one. I have failed myself too many times.

Alrighty then, thats that.

OMFG, theres so much Anti-Brit and Anti-American hate going over the Atlantic, the Brits slam them, they slam back. Of course the Brits are better but we're all the same really. They just need to remember whose language it is.

Thanks to our lovely weather pattern, I've had lots of time to mull over all the things I've done over the past school year. Having a damn good go at making Mrs Legrand flip by being 'un-focused' during her French classes. (yes it was all on purpose), a particularly nice period of time in late spring-early summer (I'm not sure of the exact period of time, I had other things on my mind), that came to a rather abrupt end, curse you teenage mood swings :(, general good times with my mates, new talents in karate and with my guitar. Things I happily remember, and things I keenly regret. but thats just life.

Ah i just remembered mine and jacks 'yokel' day. We was all done speakin' in the way them there yokels in the ol' states be speakin' like, we wern't none too good at it, mind, but we gave it dayum good go, them were days, I be gettin' a few chuckles for my not so good makings o' the lingo, but y'all gotta understand that that all be parta me charm.

Oh dear, looks like I rambled again.

Anyway, old chaps, it looks like we're coming up the end, lads. Chocks away, old bean, and tally ho.