The good ol' days...

I was playing tiggy with my friends the other day and...

Wait a second, maybe I should explain why we were playing tiggy.

So I'm pretty certain all teenagers come to the realisation that they want to be kids again at some point. While this pales in comparison to the classic 'mid-life crisis', it still deserves a name so that when people are using it, they don't have to say "The point in every teenager's life when they realise they want to be kids again." In any case, I'm going to term it the "teen-life crisis."

The teen-life crisis usually occurs around the 15 year old mark, and can continue anywhere from 3-6 years. It is a period where teenagers will regularly reference things they used to do when they were kids, now that they are old enough to realise how much time they wasted. It is usually brought on by excessive amounts of work and responsibility and disappears around the age that the teenager in question can drink alcohol and drive [not simultaneously hopefully, let it be known that I do not endorse features seen in games such as GTA (although GTA is f**king awesome!)]

As I am 15, I have been discovering for the past couple of months just how much time I have squandered and am now in the process of trying to recover whilst experiencing the ups and downs associated with workload and responsibility. Hence, I find that playing tiggy makes-up for lost time. There is, however, another reason I see tiggy as a reasonable activity. This comes back to the original point of why I am writing this ramble. Back to the start...

... I was playing tiggy with my friends the other day and, just before the game started, I had the 'pleasure' of listening to the objections of one of my friends, "Harry", as to why we shouldn't play tiggy (Note: before I had come up with the idea, we had been playing tennis). Although the original excuses were jumbled up due to Harry's apparant mental retardation (Actually, he's alright. But due to his views on this subject, I will portray him as mentally retarded), I will single them out for you:

1) His first point was that the game was childish. I have already answered why I did not accept this excuse earlier in the ramble, but I will briefly say it again. I did not see this as an issue because first of all, I did not care if other people thought it was childish and secondly, it was the exact reason I had chosen tiggy. While he did not think this a reasonable response, I let him give his second excuse.

2) Tiggy is not good exercise. I had massive problems with this objection. To begin with, it did not matter if it was not good exercise. I said to him, "Is Halo good exercise? Is COD good exercise? Is pizza for dinner good exercise?" (keeping in mind we were at a sleepover and these were all things we had done or were planning to do).

My second problem with this was that tiggy is good exercise. How is running, lunging and dodging not good for your health? If anything, it's probably better for you than tennis (actual tennis, not mario tennis :P) in many ways (not that I'm bagging tennis, after all it's one of my favourite sports).

Harry then went on to argue that if that was true...

3) Why is tennis a sport, and tiggy isn't? While the answer seemed simple at first, I found myself thinking "That's a good question." Numerous reasons came to me, like:

• Tiggy has too many people
• It wouldn't be interesting to watch
• There is no real way to score it
• Personal vendettas would interfere with proper competition

I quickly came up with solutions to these problems however. Whilst leaving me with no answer, it was then that I realised:

 I could turn tiggy into an actual sport!

There was one problem with this plan though, and it was one which could ruin it entirely. You thought a Snorlax being in the way was a problem? Think again. My problem was that...

It would require effort!

In fact, in a similar way to the afore-mentioned Snorlax, I am too lazy to do almost anything (except use snore :) ). Due to this, it may take some time until I post about the proposed rules, but rest assured I will post about them sometime!

Anyway, I think I got a bit off track. So I convinced Harry to play tiggy (it was awesome by the way!) and the night continued on into more fun with one of my other friends. But I'll leave that story for later ;)

Thanks for reading! Make sure to comment and spread the blog wherever possible! And as always...

Keep watching the blogs!

School of Stupidity

While I can't say I haven't noticed it before, this is the first time I'm going to say it on a public forum whereby a crew of teenagers can band together with me on one thing. That thing being that...

... School is ridiculous.

I mean, I'm not talking about "I don't like doing work" and "This test is hard". I'm talking about the real flaws in schools, the one thing they don't teach you (Actually, that's not fair. They also don't teach you useful things)

Over the course of this blog, you'll probably hear me bitch and moan about the school system more times than Mario hits a floating block, but I have a reason I complain about it so much.

It's shit.

And isn't that reason enough? It's what motivated Link, he traveled to the future and saw how shitty it was, then took on a million dungeons just to save the world from its gloomy fate (also, he probably got in with Princes Zelda, but that was just an awesome bonus prize :) ) So I find it that I must travel down the path of Link. Battling through dungeons (classrooms), slashing my enemies (douchebags) and, hopefully, overcoming Ganandorf (the school system) to save the world (get good grades) and rescue Princess Zelda (make awesome friends :) )

But it's not enough to do all of this, for we know people have accomplished this before. They mock me, watching my every move and cackling "Been there, done that" in a voice reminiscent of Gigi from Geist. It sickens me, knowing that whatever I achieve will not be unique. So, I write to you, my readers.

I may bitch, and I may moan, and I may shout my f**king head off trying to vent my anger. But let it be known that I do this for you, for everyone, to try and make the student's voice heard!

Rally behind me if you hate the way your school operates!
Rally behind me if you are one crappy teacher away fom saying "Enough is enough!"
Hell, even rally behind me if you just hate authority figures!

But most importantly, rally behind me if you think, no, if you KNOW, that you could do a better job than those high-and-mighty officials!

And maybe, just maybe, our voices will be heard.

Let this post be the first of many; let us start the revolution today! We still want school, we just want it the good way. OUR way.

Many posts in the weeks, months and years (Hey, this blog might last that long!) to come, pointing out the numerous flaws of the school system.

And as always, keep watching the blogs!

Cliché away!

Here we go, the first post of the blog. What better way to surprise you than talk about how it was that my mind was instilled with the idea of beginning a blog! While it may be done to death, it's only fair that my soul-searching tale is told to all of you...

... well, actually, it isn't that mind-blowing. To tell the truth, it's quite dull. It's even more boring than a cutscene from Metal Gear Solid. But you're going to read it, and you're going to ENJOY IT! (sorry for any memories that may have resurfaced from that last line, involving teachers and text analysis of To Kill A Mockingbird or really any of those other crappy books)

Basically, for me to get motivated to do ANYTHING, there a few circumstances that need to take place. Either:
1) There needs to be some sort of life goal that requires the action be underken, OR
2) I'm passionate enough to take some sort of action OR
3) You just do it for no apparant reason

I summarise this with : Need to, Want to, Just do.

In the case of "Want to", I usually require 2 epiphanies of the same nature within a 4 week period to motivate me. This was the case of me and blogging. The first of these was brought about when 2 of my friends had started a blog. But did I feel betrayed by them and hurt? Was I jealous? Did I want to rip their eyes from their sockets and devour them with some peanut butter?! Yes, but that's not the point. It was then that I realised a blog was a great idea!

The second epiphany came whilst I was sitting on the computer, bored (as usual). Whilst I could extend this story so that it takes up 2 pages, i'll instead shorten it to a flow chart:

Things to do when bored -> Stumbleupon-> humourous sites -> hilarious blog -> EPIPHANY!!!

And here I am, after employing some design techniques and coming up with crappy concepts as to what to name myself, I have finally reached the level known as:

BLOG NEWB!!!

So, here's a list of things to expect from me on a weekly basis:

• Nothing

However, i'll be sure to throw in random assortments of observations and crazy convolutions of the truth. Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you stick around for more!

P.S. Any and all comments are accepted, feel free to point out grammar mistakes and so forth (I don't promise I'll correct them, but I like to know anyway :) )