Well, well, well. Surprises for me, it seems someone got the word out about the site! Excellently, somebody by the name of Alore has made a blog too, and by the looks of it this mystery friend has the same emotional frequency as me, and therefore is, by official (unofficial) standards, is AWESOME. Her site is at www.alore.weebly.com and, please, read the posts because if you liked this, you'll like that :)

And, to top it off, she is a drumming fan! BEST thing to be. Seriously.

And to top that off, I'm launchinga new tab with my affiliate sites (friend's and family's) on it. Read.

Lately, I've been thinking about how the band I'm in. You know, the one that doesn't exist? Well, I may just be changing the name to "the one that maybe kinda might happen" because I'm starting up some stuff with a guy. Ya, a guy who I met from some stuff at a place. During a thing. Yeah. Actually no, hes just a guy from school who actually knows how to play guitar well, unlike most of the guitar hero generation. We've been jammin' and we might get somethin' going. I think. Yes. No. Maybe. Possibly? Always! Never... Indeed; I think. Yeah.

So, until the first song is published, this is Willdood, tuning up.

In the words of various great people: Awesome! I'm on Google! Yeah, that's right, I finally got on Google. Now people will finally see me on the major search engines (I'm on Yahoo too). That would normally make me even happier but it seems to me that there's another result of mine that's on top of that, and that's my account on YoyoGames. You see, I used to be obsessed with making videogames and publishing them. Soon enough, however, I will be displaying some of my early work on the program and you, the readers, will be able to play my awesome (crappy) games on my site! Until then, I'm just gonna have something else on the new tab.

Playin' around, this is Willdood, logging out.

You're probably (definitely) sick of my angry rants against the horrors of society, so I decided to do an exposé on the pool party I'm having this weekend.

Yay. Fun.

I'm totally going to have awesome music and stuff. A good 7-10 people are coming and it's gonna be awesome. I'm finally happy. For a little while. I'm going to get some good food, but I don't know what exactly I'll get. Maybe pizza. Or hotdogs. Definitely wings. Hot, spicy, awesome wings, and definitely some chips and some pop. Good times (to come).

So, while I rest in standby-mode peace, I get to be ready for an awesome party this "Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAAAAAAY!". That's some good stuff.

Have some fun this weekend, on the part of me, Willdood.

This is a blog post. It isn't abnormal, it's just another rant about my dislike of society and vice-versa. It has come to my attention that society sucks. Really sucks. Everybody says "duh" or some other primitive sound of the like if you bring up the subject, but nobody really knows how it is until they"ve been in worse situations. Let's face it, my work and effort doing what I love has gone unheeded, and you know why? Because our backward society seems to believe that the more intelligent and intellectual you are and the more effort you put into your work makes a positive impact on your life and your impact on our evolution as a society. But, let's be honest, nobody really gets far unless they're a sheep. A common sheep. The reason is because even though everybody SAYS it's better to be different and to be an individual, nobody who honestly gets far with their goals is truly and individual. True individuals are feared by the people, shunned from their nests to pursue their impossible goals alone. I am an individual. I have my own goals, my own thoughts, my own way of acting towards life, and people always hate me for my ownership of my individuality. People just won't see their wrongdoings and go past that to let us into the open. There are some like me. Come forth and fight. Come forth and be seen. Come forth and join the individualist revolution!

From all the ugly underbellies of society, this is the advocate of reality, telling you all to duck and cover, for the forces of the individuals are coming forth.

Well, if you've been watching the Comedy Network (The canadian equivalent of Comedy Central) then you've seen the commercials for the new sketch comedy show Hotbox. It's been bugging me for a while, and I've been dying for the night it premieres, which happens to be June 2nd... Today! Yup, if you live in Canada then you should be prepared for this bizarre show. It's full of the best of the random canadian actors who are unknow but awesome. I'm waiting patiently for 10 p.m. tonight when it premieres, and I hope you are too. But I may not watch it, because I have to wake up early and that hinders my television schedule.

On a less television-related note, I'm finally getting work! My father owns a few properties here in London and is renting them for a good cost. He's going to pay me to keep his site updated and help him work on the new houses. His site is www.hyland-properties.weebly.com, but don't go until later, because it's not quite ready yet. He's going to be buying a domain name really soon though.

Until I type once more, this is Willdood, signing off again.

Here's another of my annoyed posts for you. This one is about the fact that nobody really cares. Earlier this week, me and this guy named Marc were jamming. This gave me an idea for the song of the century. It was going to be the best, the overwhelmingly best song in the last decade, but there's something holding me back - my band. You know them probably, they're called... umm... nothing. Because NOBODY seems to be interested in the GOOD type of music, the type wich requires skill and creativity to play. That's rock music. The antithesis of rap music like the ever-so-famous computer-generated song 'A Milli'. Now, you'd think that a song with a basic drum beat and the words 'a milli' repeated endlessly for at least five minutes would get the rating that someone would give to a pile of crap at a pie contest, but no, the world somkehow decided that talent is not required. What has the music industry come to?

Well, playing my songs alone, this is Willdood, hanging his head in shame.

Well, as you may have come to comprehend, I have returned to my senses. I had a sudden realization two days ago, telling me things I wished to know. I have been saved. Thank you.

On an alternative note, and the main subject of the post, I've recently finished a project on the book "Les Fourmis", or, in english, "Empire of the Ants". The book is AMAZING. The whole story has an anxious feel to it and it makes me really interested, and my mom just told me that I hadn't done my project and when I did, she would give me the second book in the series. I was done the project, A+ and all, when she told me, so there must be something I forgot to do. This is a pain in the ass. But, however, the project went well, and our original idea had everyone on the edge of their seats! AWESOME!

With the swagger of a champion, this is the one and only Willdood, leaving you in the lurch, as I am.

This is a fromal apology to the people who I've known for the past little while. I know I'm a jerk. I know I'm annoying. I know I don't make much sense, but it's you who should apologize to ME. I didn't make a choice. I'm not like you. I think in a completely different way, and nobody has ever really accepted me for who I am. This is, in a way, a sarcastic apology, because it's not even me who's the jerk. You can all shove it, because you just can't get my side of things. Maybe you all have friends who accept your abstract qualities, but that's because it's the acceptable ammount of normality that remains which keeps people with you. I've been abandoned, so I can't help it if I'm not a people person, I just haven't had much practice. So if you're going to sit there and judge what's normal and what's not, well, just pre-screen me into the abnormal category, because you can't handle a different way of thinking. If you need me, then you won't get me back with out a fight. This is my official renouncement of the social way of life. This blog is the last you'll see left of my contact with all of you. So just suck it up and accept it, you goddamned sheep.

For the last time I'll have to tell you, this is Willdood, leaving you.

Well, I went to that party, but I could only dance for a little while before I fell into my usual slump. If you don't already know, I'm hopelessly in love, and that's been dragging me down ever since I stared into her eyes. She makes me feel great, but I just can't bear to tell her, because if you don't already know the feeling, you can't empathise. But, however, I did get encouraging comments from my friends, and I got to vent a little, so that's got me going a little easier, but I'm still stuck in that horrible one-way-love situation, and I may not get back out.
In other news, I might start writing. I had an idea for a book, but that stuff never works, so it might not happen.
On a lovestruck note, this is Willdood, signing off with dignity, I hope.