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I hate this Spanish class! I can do perfectly well on the questions that he DOESN'T call on me with, but on the ones that I am caled on? Fail! Miserably! Fuck!

This means that I look and sound like a TOTAL FUCKING IDIOT when I'm in class. I don't know the answer to the problem, okay? Deal with it, teacher! You don't have to victimise me!

ETA: Oh, thanks! Now you look at me and tell me "Study, yeah?" Oh. Thanks. Now I look like a bigger idiot. Which destroys my projected image of what may be an incredibly smart boy. I hate this class!

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Yes, I realise that "thought experiment" is a misnomer. To hell with that.

Now I type this here so that once and for all I don't have to type it out again.

Being me, when I ask people of their opinion, I never get a straight answer. [More on why that occurs later.]

Therefore, the lack of communications between me and others is quite aggravating. Whenever I have legitimate queries, they are shot down with the Acronym From Hell. To those who are too colloquial to understand, I refer to "lol".

The necessity of an alternate avenue of attention is completely necessary to obtain unaltered data from other classmates. Thus, the identity known merely as "FordPrefectH2GG" was born.

This experiment went well for several years. Then I decided to show the other side of the experiment to two people.

One of them betrayed me.

The Experiment was destroyed. I have worked hard for years. Now, I am even more of a laughingstock than I was before.

Oh, you say, it occured not three hours ago [as of the writing of this post].  But I can tell. For I have picked the brains of my test subjects.

For example, the quick social hour before Debate Period 04 at my school, or, in fact, at any time:

Test Subject: lol hay that daniel kid tried to spook me yesterday

Other Classmate: lol how weird 

And as I pass by them, they laugh at me. How now? I implore you, as this is a query that in itself demands an answer. How do I communicate with those who mock my- hmm. Beliefs? Sounds too religious for me. Operational doctrines, perhaps? Perhaps.

And I believe it is far too early for the creation of a new name. I already have one. But however, the constant creation of new names after new names will, eventually, dilute the purpose of the experiment.

Very well then. 

"WHAT!?! DOMINANT INDUSTRY IS TROUT FARMING!?!?!!?!?!!?!?!! I THOUGHT I WIPED THAT INDUSTRY OFF THE FACE OF MY NATION! NO. NO. NO. I AM DOMINANT IN THE INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY. ACTUALLY, YOU KNOW WHAT??? NO. MY COUNTRY IS FUCKED UP. FUCKED UP. SERIOUSLY. FATHER DOES _NOT_ KNOW BEST. FUCK!"

The absolute best reaction to anything. Ever. Enough said. Don't like it? Fuck you.

My cousins got me a new scanner/printer/copier machine today. Absolute love towards them. I needed a scanner/printer/copier that was compatible with my current laptop. (And a shitty Dell printer that weighs, like 2 pounds and is as flimsy? No, dad, that thing sucks.)

You might then be seeing more artistry from me in the upcoming months, then. What to expect, yeah? Perhaps the cover of the Exodus? Perhaps indeed. 

I feel accomplished today. Managed to drive away some asshole idiot from my friends' eating table.

Am I like an offensive shield, or something? I seem to be doing these things often, on- and off-line.

Okay. Apparently, I can dance better than many people in, at least, my Spanish class.

Then I came to the realization that I'm… afraid of the other gender. Why is that?, I asked myself.

Why indeed? Well, after a few seconds of self-searching – I'm fast, so it takes small amounts of time to realise things – relationals included. So…

…I'm afraid of injuring them. Is that too much to say? I mean…

HEY IF MY BLOG'S GETTING TOO EMO LET ME KNOW OKAY 

Silence

Posted on: 12 May 2006

You know, the Internet really is a quiet place at 3:18 AM.


ABOUT THE HAWKING CHILD

My name is Daniel Hawking.

There are three fractions that make up this persona.

One of which is sealed closed via the physical realm of the world. One of which is unlocked via the medium known as the Internet. One of which is standing tall, watching over the wondrous horizon in front of him.

Of the first, this is the one most who have met me see, the one shunned, the one unappreciated, the one treated as entertainment instead of a colleague, the one shunted off to the side.

Of the second, only a select few have been able to meet. Coherency and truthful thoughts are the hallmarks of those knowing this fraction, as are trust and belief. Most of the dearest friends know of this section.

Of the third...? Revival of the finest order, as the phoenix of a prince rises from his own ashes. The adventurer, a traveler.

Regardless of fates, this is who I am now.

Daniel Hawking. Prince of Aralonia.

One of many.

A representative of Aralonia.

Together, the collective mindset of a nation.

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