Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale of all. -Hans Christian Andersen

Once upon a time on the 29th of December, 2009, Scott Dowson awoke to find that it was 1pm!
"Oh dear", he thought to himself "I've slept in awfully late even after mother told me to go to sleep early! I should have listened to her" he thought to himself regrettably
"but my awesomely average girlfriend, Kim, was still awake at this time too and I sure do love talking to her" he thought with a smile.
Scott then decided to get up after poking his best friend, Shane, multiple times in the stomach
to check for signs of life. After several minutes of this, and no such signs he decided he was sick of such trivial experiments and went to make himself some breakfast.
Kraf Dinner played in his head as he made himself some breakfast (at 1pm)
So it was really more like lunch and failing that 'brunch' he said to himself with a chuckle
"Rofl waffles, what a ridiculous word the youngsters of today come up with" Scott then signed onto msn, as he does most hours of every day and started talking to this Kim girl everyone gets so disgruntled by "man, is this girl weird." he thought to himself with a bemused expression.
After several extended periods of not replying to the last thing she said he decided, he would not say goodbye and just sign out at random a few hours later
Then Scott decided, "boy, I feel like some guitar jammin'. Guitar HERO jammin' that is!" he thought as he mused at his cleverness and ability to make witty non sequiturs.
So he got up, flicked his adorable curls out of his eyes and turned on the console as he awkwardly put the plastic guitar around his neck. "Man am I awesome at this. I'm so damn pro. No one is better at this than me!" He thought modestly as he kicked ass. After a while, Scott got bored of such an activity and decided to stoop to the lowest of lows and play Warcraft.
After several deaths and tedious, tedious fighting, he turned it off and picked up his actual guitar. To play it. And play it he did, boys and girls. He played it so hard.
With such favourites as "THAT ANNOYING MEGADETH RIFF THAT NEVER LEAVES MY HEAD" and "I've heard that riff a thousand times, Scott, Seriously, let me cuddle Hamish in peace!"
After he had satisfactorily rocked his own socks off, He took off his guitar, and gently placed it back down onto the carpet observing the unattractive tangle of guitar strings on the top as he did so. "I really MUST give this thing a haircut" he thought for the billionth time that year. THEN
He got hungry again.
So he made himself some Kraf dinner (for real this time) and played the song as he did so
He ate one of the pasta pieces prior to cooking them and placed the bowl gently in the microwave. Upon hearing the gentle, seductive beep of the microwave signaling it's completion of cookery he took the bowl out of the microwave and nommed away.
Then, he glanced at himself in the mirror from afar and thought modestly "god damn, I'm attractive, everyone wants a piece of me" he pouted his lips as he growled at his stunningly handsome reflection. His mother interrupted his brief moment of vanity to remind him of how handsome and gorgeous her wonderful boy was. He had to say, he agreed. "Hot damn, I feel like listening to some tunes!" he said aloud not realising only crazy people talk to themselves and as he had just done so he was now incredibly, incredibly, weird and attractive.
Scott played his music for a good long time, headbanging where necessary and singing aloud with his awesome falsetto voice. He then realised
he had completely forgotten about Shane's existence and had just assumed that he was dead as he went about his day "Oh, he's awake. And has been following me around my house trying to communicate with me for the last 3 hours. How about that" He thought to himself
Shane then gave up and went home, leaving Scotty to deal with his devastating, cripling computer virus. Scott cried for hours and hours "Why won't you leave me alone you mean old virus?" he asked his computer through tears. "You're a sneaky, horrible, crafty piece of work, you know that?" he sniffed. Scott faught with all his might. He brandished his sword and wiped the sweat from his brow as he fiddled with his computer to no avail "The fate of the world depends on me. I can't fail!" He yelled as he stood on a hilltop with the wind blowing in his hair, like hair blowing in the wind.
Scott is still fighting to this day, my friends and neighbours and if you listen you can hear the faint cry of "GREEN FINCH AND LINNET BIRD, NIGHTINGALE, BLACKBIRD, HOW IS IT YOU SING!?"
And that, boys and girls, is the sound of the mysterious and devilishly handsome Scott J Dowson battling his computer virus.
And then he talked to Kim on msn.
Scott's ending: Yet still, even in times of peril and absolute despair, the courageous young warrior oft thought of this woman, the purest of maidens, who awaited him when he returned from his quest. Every night he'd gaze up at the moon, and its light bathed upon him, like her embrace. It was a comfort but no substitute for her touch. He wished nightly upon the stars, whishing the illbegotten destiny had befallen another, so he could remain with her and live out his days.

-Kim (Ft. Scott)

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them. - Marcel Proust

Let's give this blog thing a shot so I can be cool, deep and angsty too. Something I've wanted to do for a long time. I've been told a few times that I should write one. Because my friend Meg says I'm 'funny'. I mean, I know I tell the most awesomely clever witty jokes ever and 99% of the time they result in hysterical, uproarious laughter but... funny? Anywho, I'm not promising much by writing this thing, but I thought it might be nice to write down my thoughts, maybe help myself put things in perspective so I'll be updating pretty frequently with nonsensical musings from my heart and my head.

I didn't do much today. I woke up at 12 after the most emotionally exhausting night ever. The amount of emotions I went through yesterday was insane. Throw in a parental fight, a sappy chat with my boyfriend about missing eachother and a sudden confrontation by the guy who broke me mentally and it's bound to be an interesting day!
We had a d & m (Deep and meaningful conversation for all you technological n00bs out there) and I suppose we're friends again. Funny how that can happen in just a day. The last thing I expected after all that's happened.
I suppose I should have a tinkle on my guitar before bed - not that I'll be going to bed before 2 am (I'm a creature of the night! *bears fangs*); There is just FAR too much to be thinking about.

- Kim