Holy crap face!

I am never letting any of my friends near alcohol again, except rhys - he seemed ok...

Wait, you won't know what I'm on about! Why am I even trying to explain?!?

How do you capture a photograph? Put it to sleep, pretend your having a laugh. I'm laughing because you think it's true.

I haven't blogged properly since back in the summer of 69.

As I said, No blog since back in the day.

So yeah, today was alright... my friend Sam isn't in because of a measly toothache.

I ate nuts :)

This really is a crap blog today... But I shall do more, more recently!!!!!!!!

:O:O:O

Oh oh oh oh oh also me and a youtubian friend are planning on making a collab channel, yay! go toutube.

The end.

Music vlog...

Musicalll vlog up sooooooooon!!

Do you know why?
Because Beth found her ukelele! Yay! Today I'm gunna be song writing!

It would be nice.

It would be nice.
One day, in the near future.

Maybe humans will realise, the mess we have made,
Get rid of the cars and run,
Burn the money we have paid,
Let the nature run,
It would be nice.
One day, in the near future.

Humans will be animals, one more,
Using our instinct instead of machine,
Loving our beau’s right down to the core,
Then, for once, we will be finally green,
It would be nice.
One day, in the near future.

Sexuality is sexuality, prefix not needed,
A human will be human,
Cruelty will be treated,
With love for another human,
It would be nice.
One day, in the near future.

If you can read this, you are probably human,
Unless you are highly educated,
If so we shall treat you as human,
Treat you as you deserve to be treated.
It would be nice.
One day, in the near future.

Living beings are living beings, no matter the race, gender or trade,
Maybe everyone else will realise this one day,
At the moment we are alone my friend,
But they will all see,
It would be nice.
One day, in the near future.

GRR!

GRR I hate technology!

Man!

I just edited our new Brainal prolapse video TWICE! One time the camera ran out of power so it wiped. The second time the camera fell and disconnected, so it wiped then too!

ARGH!!!!!







I HATES IT!


On a lighter note, I wish to be doing a musical vlog soon ^^
Thankies for readings.

New years resolutions.

Oyasuminasai! ^^

Happy new year folks and what not.

It's a new year and everything - year - ha! Like that exists anymore. Time is just fucked up now and the year is all wrong and yeah. Infact, I think I am so great because I know so much about time - i'm going to make a month and name it after me! Oh crap julias ceaser already did that for himself - thanks for screwing up time mate.

So yushers, sorry for the Japanese at the begining, but I is learning japanese ^^ it is one of FOUR of my new years resolutions. 

those two areeeeee : 

1. Learn Japanese - duh.

2. Get bigger and more known on my personal youtube. 

3. Get Brainal Prolapse (My youtube sketch show) going properly.

4. Get more people reading my blogs! This is more like a diary at the moment!

So yes...

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=hIgMrKNB3EA <<>

Konbanwa!

Last blog of 2008!

Filming video and everything.

Though 2008 and 2009 arn't special.

They are crap years.

bring back the good two oh oh oh!

Robert Patterson

Looks like a stone head from easter island ^^

English Work.

This was written for my informational writting task; so it is meant to be informative.

The scenario was writting for a school paper about what my work expirience was like, so here it goes.

Pack it in.

Hello, my name is Cameron Alexander Williamson, I shall now tell you about my work experience. I worked in the stockroom of Zavvi Entertainment in the Drake Circus Mall in town.

I started work at 10 in the morning and I finnished at 4 in the afternoon; a perfect day. On my first day, my employer showed me around the stockroom and told me the key code for the door (****). After a small meeting, where all the employees discuss sale values of the new Smiths CD being released, I was sent to lable teeshirts by our employer, a Mr.Pete Webb.

Pete Webb: A strange, goblin like man with eyes an odd shade of brown. His shaved head reveals his tight skin that scarcly covers two lumps high on his forehead, that strangely resemble horns. Everyone who looked in Zavvi was strangely satanic, especially Derek, a man with a goaty and hooved feet that he blamed on tumors on both feet. There was only one man that worked there that wasn't an odd shade of crimson, other than myself ; Franko Traceur was a blonde, blue eyed man that seemed to rebel against his demonic overlords.

My only problem was that he spoke very little English, as he was a French man from Brest. Once, when we were prdered by Pete to pack a box full of Legally Blonde 2, our gaze met. 

"Let me help you lift that box," Franko suggested in a whisper, he had a great talent for lifting boxes. I agreed and walked with him to the corridor to put down the boxes, only to lift some more stock from the lorries. I ask Franko what he thinks about our employers, he answers with a simple "They give me good cigarettes, in boxes," He says, smiling at the memory. He pulls out a cigarette with a pentagram imprinted on the skin. 

Franko was converted, this was it, I only had the choice to leave. I swoop into the staff room and pick up my stuff; it's time to run. I sprint towards the door but see Pete and the gang standing in the doorway - including Franko, the traitor.

"Your not going anywhere with your soul," Pete hisses.

"Oh yeah?" I ask, clutching my pocket; thank god it is still there, my mothers cross. I throw the cross right into Pete's face, he bursts into flames.

Moral of the story: Don't work in Zavvi.

That cunt!

Basically, well, yeah.

Middle aged man talking to Beffy poo that way, and threatening to rip my head off.

That won't go without my mum and the gang giving him a visit.

(The gang being her, her vegan friend, our cat, her boyfriend and the entire royal navy)