This is the area that scares me.

Making up a title is harder then writing the blog, damnit. *ahem.* Er ... Blame Aleatz again. Seeing her ubdate so often like a little busy person made me feel lazy, and being bored overcame lazyness and resulted in this. I won't make any promises I can't keep this time, so I'll may update again after this one. Anyway, another reason I didn't update was my layout looks shit and I suck to bad to find a new one. Maybe, now that I've gone and said it like that. ... Perhaps.

Well, I have nothing to write about now, but I figured a topic would come to mind after I started. And it did, sorta. Glasses. See, I wear glasses (and if you didn't know this I must ask where your brain is), and I like them. They're efficent, good at what they do and generally only cause me pain on really hot or really cold days, when the metal hot/cold burns the sides of my head. Other then that though, they're good little chaps. However, I do have a fair few pet peeves with glasses in general, which, since I'm like that, I'll share with you.

1) Dirt. Not dirt from the ground dirt, but mess nonetheless. My eyes, being fucked up and a can of soup besides, need fucking massive glasses. I mean, ground, compressed and still bigger then what your nanna wears massive. So they sit on top of my nose. Too low and they flop right off. Meaning every single time I blink, it leaves a smear. Being blind and also used to it, I don't notice them, but other people do, and constantly complain about my glasses being "dirty." One memoriable teacher from primary school said that I must smush them up in my weetbix every morning to get them so bad. (Oh yes, sir, I haven't forgotten. And the lego set you confiscated, AKA stole? Oh, I remember. I remember it all.) So, I feel the need to clean them often. You know how many blinks it takes for them to get messy again? I do. I counted. 1. 1 blink, and were back where we started.

2) Nerd. Why is it that because I wear glasses I'm instantly labeled nerd? Oh, I know theres countless other things, like body posture, speech mannerisms, facial expressions, blah de blah, but its the glasses that seal the deal. I know. For the 4 months I wore contacts, I was the cats pajamas. With strangers at least, who'd never met me before and thus didn't know of my prolific knowledge on the subject of everything and your mum. So glasses get me labeled as a nerd, and getting labeled as a nerd gets me, for lack of a more pathetic term, bullied. I hate that term. It makes it sound like bullying is something successful, something that does in fact make me scared to go to school and see my "oppressors" who "make my life hell." HAHAHAHAHA. I relish in their "tormet." One kid in particular, until recently (Beware, a tanget develops!). a fat one. I say that as a understatment. This kid is ... morbidly obese. And to top it off, he's in year 7. thats right, an oversized year 7 is "bullying" a year 11. He tried so hard, too. But he screwed up bad. Most of you may not no this, but three weeks ago on thursday we put my dog down. That was the day before school holidays. The next day, fatty followed me home. He had the audacity to stalk me. When I got of the train station near my house, I made it clear to him not to try it again. In short, I grabbed him by the throat, pushed him up against the wall, and held him their until he was purple and crying. I'm not a violent person, but bugger me if I'm going to roll over and take shit like that from crap like him. Thats not the end of the story though; in short, at the start of this term he saw me and said (Quiet visible bruised around the neck and standing out of arms reach. Like it would help his lard ass.) That his "friends" were going to beat me up. I reminded him I lived in Footscray (Think ratty, then double it. To get to the train station I walk past a pub that closed down and is now home to some not so friendly squatters.) and that if any of them tried something I'd kill them. Oh, and I punched him in the face, too. Since then I've been carrying around a chair leg (Hollow metal pole, bassically) in my bag, just in case. More on it, should it develop. (Backing up a few kilometres.)

3) Taking. What is with people taking my glasses and trying them on? It pisses me off. Sitting there, minding my own bussiness, and suddenly a hand reaches from the ether of my peripheral vision and yanks them off my face. Then some hooting voice asks how they look with them on, says I must be really blind because the glasses are so fuzzy for them, and then complains about having a headache because of them and blames me for it. sigh.

4) They caused me to write a list on a blog I hadn't updated in 4 months. See how many reasons I have?

Eh, I'm done saying stuff for now. Blah blah blah, glasses are practical but sometimes annoying, fat year 7's pushed me past my breaking point, I have a chair leg in my bag, my socks smell funny. Bye for now.