Well, as you may have figured out from the title, this blog is going to be about walking, both metaphorical, and actual walking. So, I guess I'll start with the real walking.
I have always liked walking, but I also found it boring, and I've never had the time, so I rarely go for walks. But a few nights ago, I thought it was a really nice night, so I decided to go for a walk, since I had nothing better to do. It was raining lightly outside, which may have put some people off, but not me, I love walking in the rain. I also like walking at twilight, just as it's getting dark. The sky, and in fact most things, look so much better in this type of light. I started off walking around our neighbourhood, and eventually I got to an area of land that hasn't been developed, not too far from where I live. There are usually a lot of kangaroos around here, so I thought I might try and take some photos. At first it looked like there wasn't a roo in sight, but just as I was about to give up and head back onto the road, I saw a fairly big group of them. As soon as they saw me, stomping around and waving my camera-phone in what must have seemed a threatening manner, they turned and hopped away a short distance. So, being the stubborn fool that I am, I chased after them, at first trying to be stealthy and sneak up on them, but when that didn't work I just ran after them as fast as I could. Eventually I lost them, without getting a single photo, and then I realised that I'd gotten myself lost in hte scrub. So I stumbled back in what I thought was the direction of the road, and after nearly ten minutes I found a landmark, a bit of white ribbon tied to a tree. So I found my way back and the rest of my walk was fairly uneventful, apart from nearly spraining my ankle when I tried to run in skate shoes. I had a great time and it was great exercise, but when I got home however, it was a different story. I'd stayed out until after 8 pm and my parents were not impressed, considering it was a school night. But anyway, now I have made it my goal to go out walking at least twice a week, and I might even get into competetive walking (yes, I'm serious) since I'm a pretty fast walker.
Well, after that boring ramble that I'm sure noone cared about, I'm going to tell you about the metaphorical walking I've done. Looking at my profile, I realised I've taken a huge step forward, and reached two years on Gamespot. I joined March 5, 2006, but I only really became active about mid-2007. Since then, I've racked up 1652 forum posts, 41 blog posts (42 after this), 70 union blog posts, only one written review, 4 emblems (pathetic), at one point over 130 friends, but now it's just a manageable 52, 802 profile views, and 262 tags. I've also joined about 50 unions, most of which I have left, been officer in 8 unions, been leader (very briefly) of one. I have only been modded once in my time here, but I hope to avoid that happening in future. I am yet to post any videos, but I can guarantee when I do, they'll actually be worth watching, not like some of the crappy videos I've seen some people come up with.
Well, I think that's it for now, I would write about the Mandurah Crabfest, which was this weekend, but then this post would be way too long, so I'll leave it for later. Also, I might start up WotW again next week, depends what's happening.
Well, I've finally decided that instead of having a tag-line, each week I will say goodbye in a different language. Feel free to guess what language I use.
M'Asselema.
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