tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16069580084618621662012-01-04T21:30:34.499+11:00It's like when a band you love collaborates with a band you despise, but they write a really awesome song, but you can't admit to liking it because it was written mostly by the band you hate... kinda like thatMatt Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635093611496206763noreply@blogger.comBlogger631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606958008461862166.post-89861699688218566362011-12-08T15:44:00.001+11:002011-12-08T16:36:54.288+11:00

If I may, I'd like to move away from the current topic I've been posting 'tl;dr' blawgs about. Just for a moment, I'd like to include an interest of mine rather than my own issues, here in this site of mine. Now, this is something I've been trying to get off the ground for a long, long while now, but only now had I thought of a brilliant way to bring it to fruition in the most productive and

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As of recent, I’ve grown far too familiar to the comfort of my mattress. This corner of my room grows ever darker as I sit here, often awake until the small hours of the morning, allowing me to ponder in silence, to think without distraction, and yet, this has become a burden to me. Over-thinking is a crime I am guilty of many times over. It’s in my nature not to talk aloud but in my head.

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Since I was young, I’ve always had an odd perspective on gender. I never felt that it was fair that I didn’t get to choose whether I was a boy or a girl. I used to have seemingly wild wishes of being able to switch back and forth between being a girl and a guy. At around the time I turned ten years old, I accepted my fate as a male and went on living. At around age fourteen or fifteen (

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Continuing on from my last post, I did forget to mention one thing. Not so recently, my life with through some very drastic and emotional changes. It's taken me a long time to get over, despite it being my own fault, but using my physical appearance to change who I was during the time I thought I was happy to the person I am now really helped. Like I said, I don't look how I used to, and I

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Why do I look the way I do? For what reason do I feel that I need to look this way? What compels me to give off this appearance? These are questions I've thought not too long about, but I may have an answer of sorts. Not so long ago, I used to look so different. I vaguely looked like the way I was, I was, in a way, true to form so to speak. Slowly, through soul searching and self-psychological

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After looking back at my past blawg posts, I can no longer deny the fact that most of the time I'm a depressing person when I'm on the internet. So I have an idea. I'm thinking of perhaps starting a second blawg (in which I shall call it a 'blog', for traditions sake of course), in which I relay to you the odd things I seem to find here in the vast universe we call the internet. Here will

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I am too much concerned with my image. I wasn't able to discover this on my own, but it's been at the back of my mind for a long time, but due to some recent events it seems to have been pushed forward. After some serious consideration, I've deduced (and yes, you may think that perhaps deducing things about myself is vaguely redundant) that I am no less vain than anyone else. I worry about

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Since I last wrote to you, endless voi- I mean Internet, some good things have happened and not many bad things at all. Might I divulge. I mean to write  post on this topic a while back, but after many drafts, I could tell I either wasn't in a writing mood, or I'd lost touch with the flow from my mind to my fingers, but now I'm here, let's give another try. I dedicate this paragraph to Aaran

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From today, I no longer have faith in the minds of the masses. I used to read the Herald Sun, ever since I was about twelve I'd say, not exactly daily, but when I got chance I'd scan through for anything interesting. Ever since I began, my favourite section was the Your Say section (That being it's current name, I'm not sure if it had another name previously, I think it may have). As of recent

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Last weekend I travelled up to Rye to pay my grandma a visit. Usually when this happens, the time spent there is uneventful and boring, which she full acknowledges, but we're guilted into heading up there because 'it may be the last time we see her' which is a legitimate reason I suppose, but really, the amount of times I hear the same reason... Anyway... But this time, the time spent there was

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It has recently come to my attention that I was wrong. I posted some misleading things about Brooklyn which has cause a... well I don't know what to call it honestly, but I'm going to take this moment to reiterate my previous blawg post. I shall begin by saying that my opinion on their music is still the same, I still find it dull and boring, It's just not to my taste, and I fail to realise why

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Okay, I'm going to write a blawg, and I'm just gonna let the words flow. I tried for too long to think of a decent blog topic, but none seemed to come to mind, and then I realised I was taking too long to think. If I continued to do so I'd never write a blog again. To reference my last blawg post (All to do with my insecurities about breaking up with Katie), things have started becoming a bit

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I'm not going to lie, because lying on the internet is wrong and I don't understand why anyone would ever do it. But seriously, this is a no bull shit post. I'm not searching for pity, I'm not looking for attention, I just need to type this out and know it's out there. Okay, here we go. I know this part may be not so pleasant to a certain reader so I'm just gonna get this one over and done

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Let me start off by saying this. My view comes from the inside of the scene, although it may just be the edge of it. My perception of the scene seems is somewhat bias towards it being stupid and annoying. I have no journalistic integrity whatsoever. If your opinion differs from mine, I really don't care, opinions are opinions, no matter what Tom Beale seems to think.Now, this thought arose when I

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It this point in my life, I have a few choices. One choice would entail me moving out with a friend being kicked out of his home. That would mean I would be moving out very soon. Like very soon. Choice the second would involve me waiting for my cousin getting a job and moving out with both my cousins and another friend. That means I will probably have to wait another year or two. Choice number

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In this modern society, do we really know what silence is? What a complete lack of sound feels like? This thought stemmed tonight when I decided to not listen to a podcast before I went to sleep, which is something that's worked itself into my nightly repertoire, but I digress, I lie there listening to what a thought was complete silence as I thought about my love of sound and my hatred of lack

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Today was different from most other days. Today, a thought happened. I was in the shower, the place where all my great thoughts happen. If I could blawg in the shower, by blawgs would be a hell of a lot more interesting. Anyway, trailing off topic. I was thinking about breasts, a thing I do often and it occurred to me that in a physical sense, breasts don't really matter. Undeniably, breasts

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Today has perhaps become one of the most depressing days of my life. (This is fair warning to all those who dislike whiney blogs about being depressed and sad and shit like that. If you read on, it's your own fault.) The day was generally okay, not much happened, just lazed around feeling sorry for myself coz I'm a loser, no different from most other days really, But then I decided to play a

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Days of recent have been somewhat frantic (by frantic I mean my kind of frantic, which is basically having more than 3 things you have to do in one day for more than two days) in looking for a course at the last minute, listening to my parents nag at me about apprenticeships and driving lessons and such. It doesn't help that during all this I happen to fall sick, but I have my baja hoodie so

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It's been about a month since I last posted. I haven't really been in much of a mood to write for the past month but I feel if I keep myself in this funk I'll never write a blog again. Things have happened since I last wrote, as they tend to do. Namely, my birthday and christmas which I've never held either as much of a special occasion, but they happen every year, so it's one of the few things

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There's a certain someone who, for multiple reasons, I admire. She's smart, she does what she wants, she's kind, she's confident and mostly, she's living her life. I don't talk to her much, or now that I think about it, at all and I don't know if she ever reads my blogs, considering we post on different sites, but I don't mind if she doesn't see this. We were friends for a while. She and I

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For a while now, as a way to stop FaceBook from killing off what's left of my braincells, I've been writing every status as a haiku, and so far the most elaborate one I wrote (I believe) has gone somewhat unnoticed, so I thought I should post it here, so people who can appreciate it can see it. Finally the heat,Of the upcoming summer,Has made itself home. It feels different, ...From when I knew I

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There have been times in my life where I just stop and I feel hopeless. I doesn't happen in abundance as if I had some official form of depression, but it doesn't happen few enough times for me to ignore it. Just in case you can't already tell, today my menu consists of a hot cafe depresso and some sort of depressing food I can't think of a glorious pun for. Back on topic, sometimes when this

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Something has been worrying me the past few days. Ever since I posted last, I feel that this blawg here, much like myself, lacks a serious sense of direction. Yeah sure, these are my thoughts, contemplated (most likely overly so) and expressed, but it serves no use to those who wish to be really informed. I feel it's lack of practical use just makes my blawg a waste of cyber space. Okay, so

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Hello once again, and an odd one it feels. I feel slightly awkward just typing this, not only because it's been a while since I've updated, but to be honest, I haven't had a single thing to really write about. Okay, so, perhaps that's a lie, I do have one thing to talk about, and I did try to type it up to share with all my well cherished readers, but I had the hardest time trying to convey such

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There's been something troubling me recently, It's not a real life worry, it's more a complex thought that I tend to over-elaborate on. Perhaps blogging about it will give me some sort of piece of mind. I've recently become more aware of what defines a hipster. I've always known what a hipster was, but never really called them hipsters or knew anything about them except that they were a

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There's something about spring that just lightens spirits. That sun hits you and you just feel... less shit really. I walk out today and I'm just hit with a short burst of midday sun. It makes me feel better about my day, that perhaps there is some sort of inspiration left in me. Sure, I have a hangover and my head feels like bricks (Thank you Jägerbombs), but that sun, just... wow. Today I

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It has become increasingly obvious to me that I'm really not so good at blogging. As far as blogs, this one is pretty pointless. It doesn't really relay any relevant information or help anyone with anything. All it has to offer is the venting of my life. Even with that singular reason for existing, I have been thinking that I think a lot less lately (Yes, a paradox I know) and I now have even

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You may have noticed it's been over a week since I last posted a blawg. You haven't? Oh. I see... Well... I guess I'll inform as to why. There's a few reasons as to why this is. First of all, something a little distressing has come to my attention, not that it bothers me all too much, it just continues to baffle me. There are some blawgs out there made by people I know and people that are

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For some reason, unbeknown to me, my cousin feels that going straight edge for a month is somewhat of a good idea. I know. Crazy. Don't ask me. But it got me thinking. What's the one thing I couldn't live without for a month. Then it hit me. Oxygen. Lol jokes. Seriously though, the one thing I couldn't live without for at least a week would be music. I think I would go mental if I were to

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A few blawg posts ago, I claimed I couldn't/wouldn't use Linux (specifically Ubuntu) as my 'primary OS'. As I sat here on this laptop that has had little to no problems since I installed Ubuntu on it, I realised something. There has been NO PROBLEMS. Now you might be thinking, "Okay but I have no problems with Windows Matt.", well I always have. I had problems with Windows 7 on my iMac, I had

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This is what a few days and decent idea can do.

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I'm not entirely in the mood to write up a blog right now, but it's been over a week since my last blog and I figure I owe it to my followers. Since my last blog I have accomplished a whole bunch of not much. I've gone out for a walk twice and have run out of cigarettes, drank Home Brand cola out of a sponge and not a lot else. Probably the closest thing to an achievement I've done is start

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Today has been somewhat different, and I'm not entirely sure how to feel about it. It started out somewhat unpleasant, as I had a trip to the dentist to get fillings. Like most people, I am not a fan of dentists but I'm not deadly afraid of them either, but never having had filling before, it was a nerving experience. To my surprise, it was quite painless and quick, which put me in quite a good

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Think about the things you do everyday. Perhaps you read, perhaps you play video games, perhaps you write blogs, it could be a plethora of things. Now, imagine all the things you do within a day (not counting checking your Facebook mindlessly, hitting refresh over and over) without the internet. It just dawned on me recently, I seriously don't know what I'd be doing right now if the internet

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Yeah I couldn't think of a name, what of it? I'm a bit tired and most likely won't be my usual lingual self. Things have been moving quite slow recently. It's not that a lot hasn't been happening, but the progression of events just seems slower than usual. I'm not quite sure how to describe it, but for now this is the best I can do. Due to things moving slow, my ability to come up with ideas

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I figured you'd all read about music from me, so I though I'd switch to that other thing that occupies my mind, operating systems. Now for those who know me intimately, which (I assume) few do, You'd know I have all three operating systems situated in my room, an iMac, which is my main machine, and the laptop on which I type up this blog, which contains both Ubuntu and Windows 7, and if you

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If there's one thing I've noticed on my many years of perusing the YouTubes, is that very few commenters are nice, calm or willing to admit they're wrong. Now these peeves me a little. Now, being a self professed 'Internet Connoisseur', I realise that the internet itself isn't exactly the calmest of places. Everyone has there opinion and everyone thinks they're the only one that's right. Kinda

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Something I've never been able to comprehend is why people are still charging money for music. Let me explain a little bit. In this day and age, where pretty much anything can be done on or with a computer, people still act as if they worked so very hard to make there music into a mp3 file or what have you. Now I admit, it's all not as simple as it sounds, and yes there are artists who use

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Today I stood in a corner of the shower in which I have never stood before (don't ask me how, our shower is tiny) and it blew my mind. I then tried to see it in other ways. I bet if someone had have been watching, I'd have looked like a retard. I wish I had enough money for that damn camera already, damn me not having a job.

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I have been sitting here for an hour trying to think of something interesting or decent to type up for all of you to read. My mind consists of Linux, aleatoricism, snow jackets and my sever lack of money. This saddens me.

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Since when did sound cost money?

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...getting another can of Pepsi.

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...lifting a can of Pepsi and feeling no weight to it whatsoever, but you still take a sip anyways, and only get that little bit of backwash left on the rim on the can.It hurts just as much every time.

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Not two things you'd assume go together, well if you knew me anyways. With my diet, I'd think it was a near impossibility.But I bring this up because I'm trying to get fit. I walk everyday for an odd hour everyday, and exercise when I can be bothered (which is not a lot at my current state of fitness).Just thought it was something to talk about. I'll shut up now.

Matt Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635093611496206763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606958008461862166.post-12676429428438078902010-06-26T01:14:00.002+10:002010-06-26T01:16:49.432+10:00

I know I've done this blog before, but I really keep forgetting I have this blog. Although I don't see why an apology is needed, no-one really reads this anyways. Well, not yet.Just know I'm gonna try and keep shit up.

Matt Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635093611496206763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606958008461862166.post-1154500678608443982010-02-01T14:23:00.004+11:002010-02-01T19:45:04.568+11:00

Oh how easily you've have managed to pull oh so very many of us freeloading nerds and geeks. Very smart move. It kinda feels weird to think that McDonald's, of all places, would be the largest free WiFi provider in all Australia, and probably America too.C'mon Hungry Jacks! Where are you?! You're falling behind. You're extremely delicious and everything but you don't have free internet so I can

Matt Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635093611496206763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606958008461862166.post-84626069836756217212009-12-17T01:53:00.002+11:002009-12-17T02:04:07.511+11:00

This whole blogging thing isn't working out that great for me, I'm not going to give it up but I'm not great at keeping up to date.At the moment, life been... busy to say the least. Everything's a shambles but I'm working hard to fix it all.Just thought you all should know...

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School. Finished. Forever.God damn am I happy. I'm proud of myself.*hugs*'til next timeMatt

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http://www.engadget.com/2009/10/22/burger-king-selling-a-windows-7-whopper-in-japan/Seriously?! ARE YOU SERIOUS JAPAN?! THIS is the best you can come up with?For aprox AU$9.15, I would think that japan could come up with something better than this. Burger King in Japan have released for 7 days, the Windows 7 Whopper which consists of the regular Whopper ingredients, plus SIX EXTRA PATTIES! Now we

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It seems all the people who were slightly motivated by me to start blogs have all stopped.How sad.Blogging is becoming a forgotten past-time. With twitter and micro-blogging, people no longer feel the need to explain in detail there emotions or thoughts, 140 characters should do it.'til next timeMattxo

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I have been a bit lazy with updating this here blog, and for that I do send my deepest apologies.The holidays have begun, just recently found out I have holiday homework, pretty ghey. A lot has actually happened during this week though, so I'll try and get it all in here.My cousin, Anies, and I made a chocolate x-box controller on the weekend. Gotta love doing things on a whim. It turned out

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So you may have noticed that my blogs tend to be getting shorter, and you would be observant. 'Tis true that they are decreasing in length, but that because long ones are boring and harder to write and compose in a manner of constant intellect and wit.On that note, as I was walking like Cashman down our 3 steps, I felt my boobs jump. It was humorous for a minute. Then I realised I had man boobs..

Matt Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635093611496206763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606958008461862166.post-83353841506446108462009-09-13T04:29:00.001+10:002009-09-13T04:32:37.702+10:00

As you may notice (if you're not blind or oblivious to the colours black and white, which would render you helpless of reading my blog anyways), I've changed a few things. You may now notice a new background, very simplistic, nothing special, and a new (and very shitty) banner, which I will soon replace when I have some decent design inspiration.Just thought you should know is all...'til next

Matt Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635093611496206763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606958008461862166.post-59375556163575671742009-09-11T14:37:00.000+10:002009-09-11T14:43:09.786+10:00

Today I saw a stretch limo, a silver Chrysler one to be precise. A damn fine carving of metal, but it got me thinking, why are these things considered luxury?I mean, it's just a tiny room that you cant even stand up or keep balance in, what the hell is luxurious about that?! Fuck limos, I'm having my own tour bus.Mattxo

Matt Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635093611496206763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606958008461862166.post-29429328473136972302009-09-05T14:25:00.000+10:002009-09-05T14:41:13.137+10:00

As some of you may have read, in my last post I was whinging that life was average (which was actually a while ago, sorry guys). Well to my surprise, not very long after that, a lot of things began to happen.First things first, I recently went back to taekwondo, and let me tell you, after not doing it for so long, it took a hell of a lot out of me. I still have blisters on my feet. But besides

Matt Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635093611496206763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606958008461862166.post-6202746001162689552009-08-29T20:01:00.000+10:002009-08-29T20:05:39.873+10:00

Pretty much my life for the past few days, hence the reason of no new posts.There really is not much going on at all, and all I really feel like doing is sleeping. I'm not sure whether I'm a fan of sleeping or not. At times I feel sleep is just a waste of time, but when i have been asleep, all I can think about is getting back to sleep as soon as I wake up.A dilemma indeed...

Matt Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635093611496206763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606958008461862166.post-62431044914757562922009-08-25T20:17:00.000+10:002009-08-25T20:30:32.155+10:00

I recently joined 'gaia online'...Yeah yeah, I know, my penis is still intact, and to tell you the truth, I truly have no idea why I joined either. It seemed like a good idea in the 2 minutes it took to sign up. Honestly, it's actually kinda fun, well for two days, it's been kinda fun but I doubt it can stay too fun for long.On the topic of time-wasters, from tomorrow evening, after VET, I shall

Matt Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635093611496206763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606958008461862166.post-34614425903533035642009-08-22T18:11:00.000+10:002009-08-22T18:17:14.287+10:00

Today I feel terrible. I feel like I've wasted a perfectly awesome day. I mean, it just has that look and smell about it.I woke up at about 2:00 pm, and immediately I knew I had wasted something special. These days are of a rarity.Now I'm kinda sad...

Matt Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635093611496206763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606958008461862166.post-9250587592570011662009-08-21T19:43:00.000+10:002009-08-21T20:07:19.083+10:00

I figured it was about time to finally write a blog with an actual topic, so I went to read the paper and, as usual, I skip to my favourite section, 'Your Say' which is all the letters and emails and what not that people write in to the Herald Sun.The topic of the day seemed to be the violence in Melbourne, which has been pissing me off for a very long time. As someone who couldn't fend off a

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Orly?! Oh well, I guess I'll use this time to explain a bit about me, let you into the world of Matt.Self descriptions have always been hard for me but I'll do my best. I'm a pretty wacked out Caucasian fellow from the boring town of Croydon. As a youngen, I was desperate to fit in, so, being a dude, I played sports. I remember getting up every Saturday to go to Auskick. That never really payed

Matt Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635093611496206763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606958008461862166.post-28580650106302057322009-08-19T21:39:00.000+10:002009-08-19T22:13:36.218+10:00

Well, I guess I might as well explain my reasoning for starting this. Here goes nothin'.In a way, I've always liked the idea of having a diary, but I truly despise writing. It's not a tech obsession or an adaptation to typing, it's just that i find it very uncomfortable and my hand always cramps up and shit, it's fucking annoying. Any-who, Seeing as this whole blogging thing has been around for a

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