Loobyloo Falala land

Good evening to all.

My name is Syrup (Although i also answer to: Sirp, Sirpy and Soupy) And this charming young fellow, to whom I am gesturing (Although you can’t see it) is called Bluebear. He is my co-conspirator, mentor and platonic life partner. I am 22 and a half, and he is probably around 24, although on his acting portfolio it says he is 16. His portfolio contains many other blatant lies, but that is another story for another time.

I decided to create a blog on this fine evening to assuage my boredom, as it is Friday, and I am 22 and living alone in the city. It’s only natural that I would be lying in bed (sans human company, avec laptop) trauling the internet for laughs and creating blogs willy-nilly. It’s youth gone wild I tell you! The fact that I actually have far too many internet related commitments has only just dawned on me, but I have always been spontaneous, I live in anticipation of further spontaneity. Further frivolous blog creating which will undoubtedly lead to frivolous blog neglecting. Expect very little from this blog, dear friends, and ye shall not be disappointed. Or maybe you will, but only a little bit.

 I do have a Facebook, which I check frequently. However, before all the Facebook haters out there start pummelling me with a barrage of assorted rotten vegetables, I spend most of my Facebook time deleting spam from my account (friendspam) and all those silly, pointless “applications” that people keep sending me, possibly because they feel I could glean some sort of enjoyment from them, possibly because they too have people spamming them with pointless applications and they feel that passing said applications along to other people will help them vent their frustration, I don’t know, I’m not a psychiatrist (more on that later) Also, I have a lot of free time at work (or, more specifically, I am easily distracted and quite adept at putting work off till a little later)

I have a MySpace, but of all my internet hobbies it is the most neglected. I seldom check it, I can never remember the reason why I have one, and why I have never deleted it, and yet it remains. I could never get into the MySpace craze, it always felt too young for me, it made me feel old and obsolete, like MS DOS. I fear that a majority of regular MySpace users are too young to remember the good ol’ MS DOS system, ahh, those where great days, staying up till 1am playing Lemmings with the sound turned down so your parents wouldn’t hear that you’d snuck out of bed. I digress, MySpace has also caused me slight emotional pain by being so simple yet complicated! Everything you do is automated for you so that there is absolutely no thinking involved, yet it caused me to think a great deal whilst I tried to discern exactly why it’s “the greatest thing ever” according to my younger brother. All in all, MySpace frustrates me still, so i avoid it at all costs.

My Livejournal (I have 3, but only actually use one) is pure nonsense. I love it, but I have had it since I was 17, and it’s starting to bring me down. Time for a change, I say!  Or at the very least, time to expend some energy typing something that is a little more coherent than the rantings of a drunken club goer during mardi gras (One doesn’t like to be too ambitious) Even if it’s only a slightly more coherent it’s a good start.

We all have to start somewhere.