Beezlebub Flies

So far, my Psychology rant blog is more about petty things, but this is weird and as don't have another blog, I'll just have to use this one.

Today, on my way from Uni, I was at the local park to get some fresh air before I pushed myself into the long drive to Fountain Gate and buy myself three dozen Krispy Kreme donuts. When suddenly, the sound of what was like a thousand flying insects was in my hearing. Next thing, the sky was covered in a massive swarm of many different flying insects, though many of which were Flies. What irked me was that I just had to read a friend's notes on Beezlebub, the Lord of Flies. Am I jumping to conclusions or am I just overworked and misinterpreting something?

Another thing that's plaguing my mind is that when I opened my donuts when I got home, on the underside of the lid of the boxes where the clear plastic doesn't let you see, were roaches. I got everyone of the bastards and have stocked up on pesticides and pretty much made my dorm a gas mask zone. Hopefully, if any bugs are in my room, they are dead. Now I have a fear of bugs and insects that are in a group but I think I can handle single ones on their own.

Too many coincidences.

Too many fucking bugs.

This blog is now about how much I hate the fuckers that I am swearing. I always try and avoid using swear words but I'm pissed off and scared at the same time about some god damned bugs. Wearing my boots all day till Monday and I hope I won't need them at night and afterwards.

Well, since this blog IS about my views on sanity, I'll whip up a poem for any readers other then the one I have.

This is: The Man of Death

There stood on the hilltop,
set against the sky so high,
aloof the night sky.

He stares down on man,
his face so blank,
and his mouth open wide.

He makes us stop,
he watches us die,
despite having no eyes to cry.

His blank stare rend,
the souls so weak,
as many men died.

Camp this weekend!

Blargh, I'm an overworked, scrawny Aussie 19yo who needs to escape from Uni. BRING ON THE HIKE!

While I am here, blogging away, I would like to showcase my prize! See, we had this comp at Uni where we had to write a mock poem on an emotion. Here was the winning entry, which I lovely titled Misery.

I cried like a baby,
A baby with no love,
for it was crazy,
but I called you maybe,
and it was to hear you scream,
"OH MY GOD JOHN! YES!"

John was my friend,
and so my mind was rend,
who the hell did I ring?

It was right,
the numbers are all there,
oh god what have I done?
I'mma cry like a baby,
and sink into this misery.

I have no idea who the hell else entered but I got myself a Pandora console! So yeah, I have set it up to work with my mobile broadband and I have just received my extra batteries so I can keep blogging now as I "take notes" on the Pandora!

I'll even write posts on what I am doing on the hike because I am pretty stocked about this gizmo! Haha, I'll need eyes on my forehead to make sure I am walking the write path as I post updates!

Well, now the excitement has blown over, I'll just leave since I have nothing rant related. Normally, I have one ready on my tongue but haven't had any thing to say about it, strangely. Everyone thinks I've "shut myself out because [I] just realized that I am a freak". Meh, haters gonna hate and all that jazz.

Masked, signing out to get some hike food. I smell pasta and more pasta!