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Sean Carnall Photography

The modelling photo I used for my competition.

At this web address: http://bit.ly/RmynfQ

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I revisited this blog to… Well, basically to advertise myself.

I have some links I want you guys to check out.

The first is my Facebook page.

The second, a competition I’m currently entered in. Link is here. I’d appreciate it if you’d all vote for me and share it around so I get more votes because I’d really like to at least be in the top five!

The third, my profile on Assets Casting Agency.

So, yeah, share these links around, guys. Thanks a lot. Much love.


My sister seductively told a game to get back in its box so she could play a different game. That’s like seductively telling your lover to get their clothes back on because you’re going to someone else’s house instead.
In other news, I don’t want to use this blog anymore. Instead, I’ll be seperating the different aspects of my blogging (personal, video games, poems, photography, etc) into seperate blogs. Some of these blogs will be private. For more information (and the URLs of the blogs when I make them) email me at theunattainableblackrose@gmail.com and tell me which aspect(s) you’re interested in.


I don’t usually reblog things but this even made my parents smile!

The Digital Record

Gaming Valentine Card

It almost made me feel emotion…

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I’m not sure my family trusts me. And they joke about it, which really pisses me off. So they piss me off with one too many jokes and how do I react? I tell them what I should’ve told them a while ago. In an advertant way, I told them I don’t think they trust me.
How does my father react to that? He follows me into the kitchen. Follows? No, he stormed into the fucking kitchen and slammed the baby gate behind him so that it ricochets off of each wall either side of the door frame. Then shouted “See? I can overreact too!” At me. Then gave me a lecture on fucking respect. What a guy.
If my family knew me at all, they would see that I have major issues with people trusting me. And if they can’t trust me, I can’t trust them. Same goes for respect and just about everything else. But they don’t know me.
As for respect, I’ve always been told that I’ve got to respect someone for them to respect me. I’ve always, always been sceptical about this concept. It makes little sense. Someone won’t respect you until you respect them, right? So why should you respect them if they don’t respect you? It’s a vicious fucking circle.
In the end, I probably respect my father a lot more than he respects me. Which is unfair. Highly. If I reflected his respect for me back on himself, his temper would get so out of control that I would literally be scared to go home. But I can’t say anything to him – oh no – because that’s disrespectful. Viscious. Fucking. Circle.

On another not, I saw a white cat. But then I looked at the same spot from another angle and there was a mop in a grey bucket… Too many video games?


Last night my parents were questioning me like the Spanish inquisition. They were asking about Shaan-kun. I couldn’t lie about him. The result of this quite long winded conversation was that my parents agreed to meet him.
My father decided that Shaan-kun should visit after the New Year. My mother said he could visit anytime except Christmas. Dad was smug to find out that Shaan-kun decided to come after the New Year.
I think it turned out quite well.

Is This Site Smart Or What?


So I tried posting something as yesterday, like Oppa suggested, and it worked. So the drafts I have will be posted but they’ll go to the March 2011 archives instead of this month’s. So if you want to read them, you’ll have to find them.


What am I supposed to do with them? I don’t want to post them because they’re not exactly relevant any longer but I don’t want to delete them either. If the “Publish on” section details a date way before today’s date and I post them today, will they go back into that month/day’s archives? Or will they be published as posts today? I’m confused.


As I violently attack the keys in an attempt to type something that makes sense in the ways of relating to the title I’ve been given to write this stupid essay about, I begin to ponder upon what the point of the essay is. Will it serve society in any way? Will it promote world peace? Will it save the environment? No. It will tax my brain in order to satisfy the sadistic nature of one very busy English teacher / entrepeneur who doesn’t even need his job as an English teacher because his other jobs/businesses/whatever pay him a lot more than his teaching job. However, he is good at teaching English (the one subject he exells in, his Maths is terrible) but I still fail to see the point in this dumb essay. It has nothing to do with the actual topic that our coursework will need to be written on and serves no purpose other than to cause a major traffic jam in my subspace mind. If anybody finds any decent reasons for writing about the so-called ‘style’ of an unimportant chapter of the droning, monotonic work of Romanticism and Gothic literature that we all refer to as Frankenstein, feel free to let me know. In the mean time I will violently attack my subconscious with profanities and threats until it conjures something decent to write about this dumb subject matter. I NEED TO FINISH THIS SOON BEFORE I GO IRREVOCABLY INSANE.


I spent the last ten or so minutes looking for a pen I don’t particularly need only to find it attached to my T-shirt for safe keepings. Can we say… Scatter brain? I’m so empty-headed today, it’s unreal!