Right, one down...

Right, in my last post I talked about a girl that I like. So I've talked about one of the options of my things to talk about list, two posts ago. Brilliant. (Strictly speaking, I didn't because the actual thing was GIRLS. But, close enough...)

Now, Scott told me that I should talk about my hit list. Instead of writing it in the old fashioned paragraph way, here comes the list!!!

• Mr Rhys( Because he's a twat)
• Miss Piggy
• Those two girls off Two Girls, One Cup. Just why?!?!
• The Queen
• George Bush(I know it's not necceserily his fault for being so thick, but...)
• Mr Jones(Gym)
• Mr Jones(Geog)
• Mr Thomas(Ginge)
• Mrs Mathias(She's really getting on my nerves now ; "You are doing Welsh A level aren't you?")
• Keanoo Reeves(who cares if I've spelled it wrong)
• My Uncle's dog, Mali
• David Cameron (Because He's a Conservative)
• All the other members of the Conservative Party(Because they're Conservatives)
• Most of the greedy Fat Cat bosses, and bankers who got us into this "financial crisis" in the first place"
• Mr Hughes(You wouldn't know him, he's the guy that does wind band on the 4 counties orchestra. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR)
• Darth Vader(Just so I could say I killed him(And yes, I know he's already dead))
• The guy who invented farting
• Oh, and Tchaikofschi, even though he's already dead. I will go back in time, and kill him before he writes the 1812 overture. Just so I can be happy. :D

That's all.

Iwan

A Mystery to me....

Right, what's a mystery to me then?

Well, I'll tell you what. I really like this girl, like REALLY like her. And these people keep telling me that she likes me. But I'm not so sure. Why? Because I think she likes another guy. Because she seems to enjoy is company more. And he's better looking, and is more charming, and of course less smaelly. He's also more impressing, for example he can improvise on the piano, because he does jazz piano. He's also more "smooth" with girls. But. I don't actually know if she likes him in that way, becaus ehe is a bit of a tosser. And I'm not( at least I don't think I am. If I am, tell me, please...). So that's a plus. Anyway...

Now I've got that out in the open, I'm going to bury my head in the sand, and die. Lucky no one reads this thing...

Hmmmm...

Excuse the title. I couldn't think of anything to say. Neither can I think of anything to blogg about...

So, I'm going to blogg about all the different things I could blogg about, choose my favourite, then blogg about it some other time. In the future.

Obviously...

Right, here we go...

1. My Day.
2.Your Day
3.Poverty
4.My Hit List
5.All the different kinds of apples there are in the world
6.Girls
7.Driving
8.Drink
9.Drink-Driving
10.Blackjack
11.Internet
12.Porn
13.A useless set of youtube things
14.Itunes
15.How to kill people in the most unhumane and painfull way
16.Stargate
17.Sex
19.Boredom
20.How great my Mam's cooking is.


Great. Try commenting- if anybody reads.. I know Scott does, if you're an annonmous reader, comment, or if you can't EEEEEEEEEEEEEMAIL ME! iwgruff@aol.com

Oooooh Yeah.

My fave's the apple thing, but a useless set of youtube things is a possibility...

Iwan.

I don't quite agree, there...

Ah, I've just given it away a bit. I don't agree with something. Good working things out skills, people!

Aye, I'm afraid that I very much dissagree with Ryan. He said he'll trade everything just to know what everyone are. Brave, coward, ect. Somehow, that spoils it, doesn't it? I've met some very interesting people. From all over the place, and yet, I don't want to know- just straight off what they ARE. I don't want to know if they're brave enough to do something stupid, or such a coward that they can't do the intelligent thing. Because that's what's so interesting about people.

Everybody's different. You can't just specify if they're brave or a coward, intelligent or dumb, because everybody has a talent. Everybody have their flaws.

And it's that that makes the human race so amazing. Just so Fabulous! Ingenious, Idiotic, greedy and magnificently overeactive. But that's human nature. And to know if somebody's brave, cunning, a scaredy-cat or a wise-man at first sight would destroy the world.

Nobody could get jobs. Everybody wold turn out to be lazy slobs, except for a few induviduals who spend their whole lives working. And then everybody would turn into them. And so, in the end, anfter everybody could tell what other people are at first sight, everybody would change, to one thing. Honest.


And wouldn't that be boring?

Yes. Actually, it would.

Because everybody would be the same.


It's part of human Psychology, to work out what others are thinking. As a matter of fact, it's one of the biggest aspects of life. Without working out what other people are like, well where would we be?

Nowhere, that's where.


Sorry if I was a bit mean, Ryan, but I was just telling it as I saw it...




Off of YouTube( TiDiwb yng Nghymraeg, like)




Another..



They didn't actually die though.. It's complicated, but they basically went to another galaxy. Lush

Bye
Iwan.

On an other subject...

Maths...

That's the other subject.

Anyway, after that stupid start I'm going to blogg about something compleatly unconnected to maths.

Right, for those of you who are atheists and believe that there isn't anything after death(I'm Christian donsha know. Heaven all the way..), I'm just going to start something.

Now, on Torchwood, there have been numerous death, and also numerous come-back-to-lifes. Great. Use the same plot-line over and over . Fab. But anyway. In Torchwood, whenever somebody revives from death, we find that they describe death as "The Darkness". No , not the band you fool! Stop singing "I Believe in a thing called love!!". Anyway. As Scott pointed out, nothing is nothing. Therefore, I've worked out, that if there is "nothing" after death, that there won't be any darkness. No colour. No black. Nothing moving in the corner of your eye( provided we aren't talking about maggots, after the burial, and also, we can point out -what if it's a cremation?). So what is there?

Nothing.

Absoloutley nothing. Nout. Zilch. Zero. Nil Point.

No colour, or any kind of knowlage. No memories, no sounds, taste, sight smell or feeling... And it'll be like sleeping. Without dreams. And without waking up.


Scary, isn't it?


Anyway, after depressing you a bit, I think I'll find something cheery from Youtube.





And...




Aye, that's it for now,
Toodle-oo
Iwan. (:

Just a quick hello...

I just want to say--- YAY THE EXAMS ARE GOOOONE!!!! But not forever... Things only can get worse... (: Anyway, on a compleatly different matter, I found this on the Net...




Anyway, I also found this on the same theme tune. It gets a bit annoying after a while...



Merry 5th of December to you all, faithfull readers. All one of you. (:

Bye, Scott!

Iwan(:

Formula One and AIDS-Conected?

Formula One. Otherwise known as F1.

I'm sure you know what they do. Race around in big expensive cars on circits until somebody wins. Oh joy. I've personally got absoloutly nothing against F1, and those who enjoy it, it's just why does it need to cost soooo much money?

Here Are Some Numbers.

First of all, Lewis Hamilton gets about 5%of the whole budget of the Mclaren team. That's 5%of $480 MILLION. In normal money, about £325.5 MILLION.

And that's quite a lot. In fact it's about... 16.275 MILLION. A year. For driving a car.


WHAT HAVE WE COME TO!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Millions of people in Africa are dying of AIDS. And we're paying Lewis Hamilton to drive around a track? A few decades ago, that was done for fun! NOT for money!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!


Anyway..

Here's a picture about AIDS.
And another..

You see, something needs to be done. Do something today. Don't watch Formula One.