Chij’s ramblings

This is my rant about Men. Or, should I say, “men”.

Now, a long time ago Men were how they, in my opinion, should be. Men were loud, blundering, and sort of tactless, but, on the whole, good natured. That was at least how I saw them, and deifintely how I though I was. I don’t think I have changed, [nor do I think I am neccessarily “blundering” or tactless, but the right words aren’t so easy at 5:23 am] but this was how I saw them, and I was happy.

“Men” have changed.

…Or maybe my point of view has.

All I know is, Men are becomiong more womanly. And this wouldn’t bother me if I wanted to, say, FUCK men, but the thing is, I do not. And I do not mean this to sound chauvanistic, or to make it seem like I want to have sex with every woman, it’s just that it seems men are steadily becoming more and more effeminate. Now, if you know me, you may understand the irony in this statement, as I am currently typing this with black nail varnish on, but it’s not really the outwawrd appearance that bugs me. Yes, there is a lot of straight hair and tight jeans, but I could get over that, if it were not for the… mopey ness.

I think what I am trying to say is, men are losing their BALLS. Men are losing what essentially makes us men. If the male sex had 5 man cards, I would take one for every bastard that wears skinny jeans, and one for all the douchebags that follow, what I am now dubbing the “skinny jean mentality” becuase apparently, when you put on skinny jeans they’re so tight you can’t get the proper testosterone needed to BE A FUCKING MAN.

IT’S THE ACTING LIKE A GIRL THAT ANNOYS ME! I realise it. I realise I may not only be offending “men” here but also some women, saying that this decline into the female psyche is a bad thing, but for Men I think it IS. I think that men acting with the lads as though they were all girlfriends is higly worrying. Men who go to the bathroom together. Who can’t go somewhere alone. Who need to text each other 14 billion times a day to know exactly what their friends are doing is worrying me.

I don’t know.

Maybe it’s me.

But I think the whole of the male race needs to [albeit ironically] MAN THE FUCK UP AND GROW A PAIR. Stop fucking whining. It’s annoying. At least women have an excuse, for the times they may whine.

Hmm. So now that those type of men are talked about, what about the others? The ones who think that they ARE what real “Men” are? The “alpha” males. Now, I have nothing against strong minded men, but it’s men who SAY they are the alpha male that are usually the problem.

men who have to over compensate, and lash out at others, men who feel it is right to control others with fear and bullying, men who take the power they have and abuse it, it is THESE MEN that piss me off the most.

Who the fuck gives anyone the right to hit someone? I don’t like it when parents do it. I don’t like it when siblings do it. So when you come home, to your place of SAFETY and find that there is someone there who is going to … No. I will not justify them. Those who know of it, wish they didn’t. And those who don’t, I envy your ignorance, and pity your imminent knowledge.

Some may be thinking this is directed at someone/thing in particular. Or that something sparked it off. No, not really. I usually start a blog when I’m annoyed, so it makes me sound like a right bastard, but this one was a culmination of me just generally being annoyed, and having the scale tipped by seeing a “Man” being all… Feminine.

So that’s it, really [I could go on, but cannot find the words]. Men. Or, rather “Men”. I do not much like my race. I pity and fear them, mostly. Hmm.

I just hope that I never turn out like either.

At least that’s one of us.

To women[/men] scorned, I’m sorry.

But this is, all I can do. [For now]

…

tc~

[P.S… if you noticed, I tried to give the various versions of Men throughout my blog different audible inflections. “Men” is what I use for those of us who keep up the good name of Men the world over, and “men” are the other sort. The sort not worth consorting with.]

…Okay, so here I am in Wales. On my new PC, vista and all that Jazz. Got a pretty neat set up, had to buy some speakers, but for £9.99, I’m not too bitter

Now, ATM I’m listening to Blink 182, as that is what I was copying, and it seems that SouthanUK General, at this time, has 182 posts. LOL. [This’ll be 189. Kinda ruins the magic XD]

Now, I’m here in Wales, and have found that I HAVE HIOMEWORK xD Nah, my uni has sent me some shit about a “PRD” [personal reflective diary …I can only assume the faggotry of this name is cause I’m taking an art fag course which is probably mainly female] and it means I have to write what “inspires me” each day. Hmm. Could be interesting. It’s going well. I’ve done a “title page”, but need to catch up for teh week otr so of august that has passed me by xD. It’s only A5 big though, so it’s okay

AS WELL AS THAT I have to do a load of drawings in an A4 sketchbook, of me, the world etc.

It should be fun though. Trying not to look at it as work. I like to draw. Should be good Hmm… I’ll let you know how it goes …

AS PER OTHER NEWS… Nah, actually that’s about it. Had to go into town twice today to sort out shit, and I find that [the second time I went] I needed a hundred pounds deposit to start a flex account. Fail.

Oh well. My space should be up now-ish. southanuk.co.uk/chij.

tc~

This is Chij and here I am, on SouthanUK. I am a “Contributor” and will attempt to do so as much as possible.

Er… what to say, what to say.

Well… For any who don’t know me, …theres not much to tell really, unless you’re really interested, in which case, read on. If you’re not interested, WHY ARE YOU HERE? XD

I have [hopefully] completed A levels, and am going to do a foundation study in Art and Design at Glamorgan in Wales. Yes, Wales. I know. Far away. Blah.

I draw. This is, essentially, ALL I DO. That’s why there is a “[hopefully]” in the previous …paragraph? It was kinda short to be dubbed a paragraph, but the grammatical constraints deem it so.

Now. More stuff? I also play guitar, work out when I can, dress weirdly. I dont know. Nothing really out of the ordinary for the quintessential art student 18 years of age.

Blah. You’re still reading?

WHAT IS IMHO? Okay, let me explain. When you [in predictive text speak] type “going”, you press 4-6-4-6-4. Now, when typing 4-6-4-6, you come up with “imho”. Is it merely In My Honest Opinion? This I am told, but I do not like to agree with.

So yeah.

Chij out.

Shit Happens.

Bored Now.

tc~

More copypasta from a few months ago…

Friday, February 29, 2008

I feel like typing…. So here goes. NO IDEA how long this will be. This could be it lmao, but we’ll see what happens. Also, this day only comes round what every …………4 years? Let’s write something Okay…. what to write, what to write………. OH OH go read Terry Pratchett. Am currently reading “Jingo,” which I THOUGHT would be crap, fomr the title [this is NOT, technically, judging a book by it’s cover, as discovering the meaning of Josh Kirby’s [amazing] illustrations is something that’s only REALLY possible after you’ve read the damn thing XD Y’know, it freaked me out, the first time I looked who the illustrator was. Like… At first I saw it signed “Kirby” as i was all NO WAY!!!!! then I saw J. Kirby and I was like ZOMGOMGOMGOMGPANTSEXPLOSION [thinking, of course, it was Jack Kirby, original illustrator of Spider Man]…………. and then I found out it was simply a coincidence. Still nice though Okay, onto more important matters. Like…….. fuck, I need more plectrums. You can NEVER HAVE TOO MANY PLECTRUMS!!!! ……. ……………..or would that be plectra? Plectria? I suppose plural of stadium is stadia, but I suppose you would need the “i” before “u” to make it so…. plectrums is good, for now. Still feels weird though. Picks? Too American. YES, I still have not done my Phoenix painting. [As in the X-Man, not Harry Potter and the Order of The] It’s started though!!!!! And looks ………..okay!!!! Hmm. 17:17? Friends is on. CBA really. I’ve seen it. Let’s be fair, who hasn’t? No idea which one it is, but it’s Friends, I’ve seen it. OH MY GOD Beauty and the Beast is nang. [Come on, it’s Disney.] But seriously!!! Gaston is fucking sexy. NO ONE THAT IS NO ONE GOES STOMPING AROUND WEARING BOOTS LIKE GASTON!!!! NO ONE! Hmm. I need a new iPod. Is it weird that it annoys me if it’s no iPod? Like, it’s Ipod, or IPOD or IPOd? [okay, I’ve never seen the last one, but it’s only a matter of time] I NEED MORE PICTURES!!!! Art and me-based for MySpace. I feel there should be more. Need a new scanner for the former, and it seems more vanity for the latter. er…………….. omg im hungry. off now mmm typing. don’t know really, got a craving. OMG IM HUNGRY Shit Happens. Bored Now. ~ Chij. [Those penultimate two lines were for one person. He may never read this. How interesting.]

Bear in mind people, this is copypasta I wrote ages ago…

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Music, in general, “modern” music. Now, before you hate, listen. Not ALL modern music is bad. Only some. That is to say “indie”. Now I don’t know to what extent “indie people” are, but I ASSUME it’s people who wear skinny ass clothes, listen to “rock” and wear make up. Now, this is fine…

IF YOU’RE FEMALE.

I’m sorry, if you’re a guy, and you’ve walked into TopMan recently, have you really looked around. I mean REALLY. Not just walked over to the t shirts and thought “nah, they’re all shit” or to the jeans and thought “too expensive”, I mean LOOKED. It’s freaking me out. EVERYTHING is slowly, ever so slowly turning into TopSHOP.

There is an “accesories” section.

I’m NOT talking wallets, hats, gloves, etc, but RINGS, NECK CHAINS and EARRINGS. I mean…. WTF?

Okay, next is shit like,

“cHiJ [jUgGeRnAuT bEaR]”

I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE NAME IS.

NOT HOW WELL YOU CAN ALTERNATE SHIFT KEY.

[I also get kinda peeved with MOST shortened words, and am told I type how I speak (seriously, how else would I?), but I get over it, cause I use shit like lol and brb so you can’t really hate if you do it yourself.

Number…. 3? 4?

GIRLS WHO ARE UP THEMSELVES.

Okay, you’re pretty. Okay, some guy has a crush on you.

THIS DOESN’T MEAN YOU’RE GODS FUCKING GIFT.

All these fucking bulletins about “If you’re the perfect boyfriend, you’ll do this…” are posted mostly, I notice, by SINGLE WOMEN.

What is this, some kinda test?

The guys scrolls down, “ticking boxes” and then thinks,

“Well gee, I pretty much fit all of them” … then calls you up and asks you out?

WTF?

AND THE FUCKING THINGS IT SAYS! I ASSUME it says them because not many guys do ‘em, which freaks me out, as most are standard fucking procedure, and mean that chivalry, I’m afraid to say, has died.

R.I.P

[And seriously, the ass kicking one annoys me. If MY girlfirned came running to me crying, I wouldn’t go “Who’s ass am I kicking today babe?” Because that’s fucking retarded. She’s crying, so someone gotta die? And who the fuck says she needs me to fight for her? Don’t get me wrong, I’d fight for her, but I’m not gonna she NEEDS me to. And the “babe” term pisses me off to. Condesending mutha fuckers.

Which leads me nicely to Feminism. Okay, you didn’t have the vote. Okay, you couldn’t work or whatever,

BUT YOU FUCKING CAN NOW, SO WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?

What, SOME men don’t treat you “equally?” When all you have to say about men is that they’re arrogant, self obsessed obnoxious ass holes, who think of women as beneath them?

WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THE B.E.A.UTIFUL IRONY??

I MEAN FOR FUCKS SAKE!

So much for fucking “equal rights”.

Now, point number…….. 5? 6? Who cares. Next thing.

Self obsessed people.

I. Can’t. ABIDE. People who think they’re the centre of the FUCKING world.

LIFE GOES ON.

Whatever you’re “going through” will get better, or worse, but fucking DEAL WITH IT. NO ONE ELSE REALLY CARES.

SERIOUSLY.

So yeah, that’s it for now people. 2: 16 am, and my rant is [for now] over.

Please don’t let the meaning of this blog be lost or mis-construed. I’m not [that] cynical. I do like most things, and most music, just not SHIT versions of both.

NO RANT IS NOT OVER!

NEXT POINT!

People who DON’T KNOW WHEN THEY’RE SHIT AT STUFF.

OH.

DEAR.

GOD.

THIS pisses me off.

My Art class should consist of AT MOST 3-4 people. If that. I mean, YOU’RE NOT GOOD. JUST……. FUCK OFF AND STUDY SOMETHING ELSE. And most of ‘em aint eve nserious about, which is teh real kicker. I mean, if they were shit but put in BARE effort, I wouldn’t mind, as that, to an extent, is an oxymoron in art, but they don’t fucking bother. They just sit there, doing nothing and exclaiming how good Matt is [n.b- I do think Matt is naturally gifted at art, one of the few] while talking shit to miss like it’s HER fault they’re crap at drawing.

GTFO.

Next:

Optimistic people.

Okay, let me explain. NOT people who are generally just good natured, those I like, and am, at times, one of them. I mean people who TAKE IT UPON THEMSELVES to FORCE happiness down your THROAT. And those who then make you feel guilty about NOT feeling guilty enough.

You’ve had a bad day. Late to get up, forgot homework, maybe your mums pissed at you, forgot money, having a full blown SHIT DAY, you’re walking through enfield town and some JACKASS comes up to you, talking about kids in fucking AFRCIA who are starving and dying of every fucking disease they can pronounce.

Now, I’m not a cold bastard, I feel for these people, but to be honest, it’s NOT WHAT YOU NEED AT THAT MOMENT.

What annoys me the most, is when you, after having this, GREATEST OF DAYS, KINDLY and with the UTMOST civility say “no, thank you, I can’t spare your time” they do a little COUGH of disdain, and look at you like you’re fucking Hitler, condemning all these poor, starving people to death.

IT’S NOT LIKE YOU’RE FUCKING HELPING ‘EM! GIVING OUT FUCKING LEAFLETS AND STICKERS! What, you wanted to “do a good deed” and “feel better about yourself” so you fucking joined Cafod? Don’t blame me that you failed your exams and got fucking rejected by MCDONALDS, go take your superiority complex and ram it down your throat.

2:32 am.

People who hate because something is popular.

IT’S USUALLY POPULAR FOR A REASON.

God I’m bored now.

Chij.