Kinder your Surprise.

'Lo readers.

I don't know about this whole "WEAR FULL SPORTS UNIFORM, NO EXCEPTIONS" thing. It just seems to be there to punish unlucky kids, since just about everyone has the right clothes now. It's worse, since I had my trackies stolen. Oh well. Annoying having to replace said trackies.

This morning was one of those wake-up-late days, which was annoying. Stressed about finishing lit and starting history, but both were over in a couple of minutes. Very, very, very cold on the way to school.

Get to school, couple of people ask why I'm wearing shorts. You pricks. First up was lit, which did not improve things, as I was too tired to lie about trackies, so I got told to get a uniform pass (which I had no intention of getting). Oliver said it was too hot, etc. The group analysis of the damned sonnets wasn't too bad, it's good when you have smart people in the group.

Then psych, just copying notes and memory games. Hate memory games (see mid term three last year).

Recess. Cold. Dull.

History wasn't too bad, talked about space race and historiography. Meh.

Then media, where we got the skeleton script read out. I honestly don't know what else we're doing. House meetings following were dull, we're going to enter Tom as a gladiator for Inglefest.

Lunch was over far too quickly. Went to clothing shop, bought pants (so was Isobelle, who has given up her fight with the green pants. Later found out it was so she could wear her green converses), then Isaac was shouting, so he might have gotten on the local news. Hope so.

Sport. Sam and I discussed girls (damn lucky bastard that he is. secrets within secrets, not exactly surprised, etc), cars ($44000 for plasma screen shag carpeted hippy van?) and ran nearly nine klicks with Cumpster's little brother, who's alright. Was good having iPod, need a pocket for it, and less leaky headphones.

Back to school, things continued being good. Agnik and Kelly have a bizarre way of hugging. Went down the street with Aiden, Sam, and a pair of Mollys, got chips, saw Millsy, saw Ryan, Isobelle, and Julian, enjoyed kinder surprises (I got me a spinning top, wtf), went to Coles for more (damn Ice Age 3. I gave my thingy to a little ranga kid), saw April, Sian, and Claire on their way to see Harry Potter, discussed phone wars, bought credit, and I ended up hanging with Isobelle as everyone drifted away. Sam made hasty exit after accidently flicking something at an old couple sitting near us. He was mortified. Aiden broke a stitch in his mouth, poor bastard.

Come home, news of more Tame Impala releases, the Frenchling appeared, but she seemed a bit busy (not surprised), beat Meg and lost to Annie at a bizarre msn game, and there was a tsunami warning for Lakes Entrance after an earthquake hit New Zealand. I am a disappoint, lack of major destruction so far.

Tomorrow is a Thursday. I am looking forward to the weekend, because then I will be able to sleep. I'm really feeling tired at the moment. That and confused. Damned teenagers.

(lotta brackets today, wonder what's going on)

(lol)

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Still just a Rat in a Cage.

'Lo all.

Suppose I'm an ugly runt of a rat stuck in a school shaped cage, if we are to expand on the title a bit. Do the same thing over and over again, run around in circles a bit... sounds about right. There are no layered guitars or Billy Corgan in the background, however.

Very much over school already, but oh well. Holiday's aren't too far away, relatively. Still getting used to the waking up early though.

After an assembly where the drama kids screamed a lot and Sam wore a shiny gold jacket (not exactly a positive advertisment, I'm afraid, as I'm not that interested in Sienna Maill screaming), double history. Fairly meh, had another googly type thing to do and Ms Henry did her usual spiel on East Berlin. Think this is the third time I've heard it, might be the fourth, can't remember if she did it last year too.

Recess was quiet. Need to get me an anchor, I'm floating between different conversations, since we don't do a lot.


Double media. Not sure where this class is going. Happy to go along for the ride, I suppose, as long as I don't have to act on camera. One of the god damn year tens didn't know who Hendrix or Kurt Cobain were, Emma, Ms Robbins and I suppressed killing rage. Oliver sang along to his death metal; his theory is that if he embarrasses himself a lot now, he won't feel so bad singing on stage. Fair enough, I guess.

Lunch. Boring and lonely, so followed horde to the basketball court. Kept on kicking ball at fence, soon as I leave it goes over fence into a construction area. Well done those men.

Then maths, which was quiet. Work was fairly easy, if tedious. Time came on the iPod, but as soon as it got to the good bit I got told to stow it. Hurm.

And then bio, Mr Bacon is cool, we took notes then didn't have a lot to do. Talked to Japanese girl, laughed at Claire's attempts at animal drawings, good lesson.

Before we went to homeroom, Lulu and I got our deb photos. I still believe I look stupid(er than usual) with the not-quite-long-enough hair. Oh well. She was happy. Screamed home, checked news, 430 rolls around far too quickly.

Work wasn't too bad, Guy and I discussed women (Amaya, a guy you probably don't remember says you were cool. Get back here, dammit), and his awesome bus, which is like my shed on steroids with wheels and a plasma. Finished just after chefs, feels good man.

And here we are. Confused.

Tomorrow I am going to go running, despite what the sports choices may say. Might be a shame to work off all the kilos I think I've put on over the holidays. Oh well.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Wish You Were Here.

'Lo all.

Hell, I hate first days back at school. It was far too cold and there were too many screaming retards and all the usual crap.

Anyway. Hope you enjoyed reading about my nearly-depressingly boring holidays. Hope you got up to something exciting, though if you're still reading, maybe not... It's a shame they're over though, I only got like 5? 6? hours sleep last night. I miss waking up after 13.

Right. Get to school, say hi to Bernice and Annie, Bernice gave me a surprisingly large chocolate frog. Said hi to Tom and Lulu too, everyone else was scattered around. Saw the New French Girl with Sarah. It's not Amaya. I am a disappoint.

First up was biology. We had the sardonic Mr Bacon, who brought in a stuffed Pooh Bear to teach us about living critters. Not a bad lesson, though I do find it amusing that Gav and I took up the entire middle row as none of the year tens had the balls to sit near us. We just laughed, discussed swine flu.

Then psych. Small class, did a fairly easy fill in the blanks thing. Meh.

Recess. Fairly quiet. Sam's new hairdo is still deceptive. Caught up with the horde, but unconsciously kept my distance. Weird.

Lit was the usual, rant rant rant tangent rant (this time it was a new sonnet, and the tangent was seeing Romeo and Juliet at the Globe). Cartledge also mentioned there was one girl in our year who really couldn't walk in heels, but refused to say who. Spoilsport. It's a quiet class since Sam wimped out.

Five minutes of maths, four of which were spent watching Bren-dog get increasingly angry at a group of girls who were standing around in the corner. Funny. Then a music lesson, both of us were tired, so meh.

Lunch. Finally. It was quiet. The usual suspects dropped in for a chat, I started my lit homework, got bored, since everyone else had nicked off broke into Bernice's chocolate and went for a walk with Kelly. Visited the horde playing soccer against Harry and co, Sam seemed so out of it, then back around, see Agnik and Sally. They're all very depressed, Amaya, come back here.

History was meh. For some reason the kids all thought that the Berlin Wall broke down 40 years ago (moon landing, you idjits). I got a good mark on the maps, 25/25, but I believe the only important bit will be Amsterdam (and Amaya's house, obviously). The rest of the class was whinging about how they messed up Finland and Norway. Hurm.

Then media. Oliver's wordle thing featured seven deadly sins and four horsemen of the apocalypse. Interesting discussion on the Hottest 100 as we cut stuff out, Ms Robbins seems to have a pretty cool taste in music. I still think this project is a bit too overambitious. It seems we're going to be hunted down on the Facebook too. I'm not sure if the blog still gets linked there. If it does, and you're reading this Ms Robbins, stare into the abyss long enough and eventually it'll stare back at you, it's worked for a few people.

Bell goes, Lulu says there's no band, go home, do homework, go to band, get bored, go home again, here I am. A lot of people seem to have been blogging, which is cool. Nice to have something to read.

George, letter should arrive by Thursday or Friday, it's only Monday today. Make sure you listen to the live version of Death Letter, it's so fething cool.

What else have we got. Didn't see Katie on le tour last night, unfortunately. Sick of school and homework already. Had an idea. Not that it's a good one. And Under the Bridge is good as, should have downloaded it a lot earlier.

Tomorrow will be Tuesday, which is never really a good sign. We'll have assembly (Jess, dunno if you read this, but you've got a surprise waiting for you next week...), and then either everything or doubles. Then work. Hurm.

Crossposted.

Anyway, the end.

Smells like Teen Spirit.

'Lo readers.

Good end to the holidays today. Had it's high points and it's low points, as usual.

Tom and I booted up the ps2 early, finished our game from last night and ended up with around 2300 kills in total. Then explored a few more levels, some of which were very trippy.

Walked down to meet with the others, scored the last two chairs on the massive table (Denny dragged one over when he arrived. Julian was getting angry when he was not served his meal, and when his beer arrived, he got a Blonde instead of a Heineken. He was not happy at all. Sam had dyed his hair black. Very... interesting?

We followed Amaya around, stopping every five minutes or so. Saw Bernice in Best and Less, which prompted the blokes there to ponder what the hell we were doing in Best and Less. Then we visited Camaro in Target, and she was a bit occupied serving customers. Us guys were shocked at the size of the pokemon strategy guide. Damn kids these days. Then we visited Meg in IGA, (we thought she looked like Mario, Ryan asked her to throw a fireball), then crashed at McDonalds, where the girls took pictures and Julian attempted to eat a cheeseburger with ten bits of meat. He succeeded, but complained about the amount of grease and oil that dripped out of it. Girls were horrified.

During this, the Hottest 100 started going down through the twenties. Denny stole my phone (radio, only good feature I've discovered so far), reported that Seven Nation Army got 20, then Knights of Cydonia (funnily enough, the only Muse song, I suppose all the Triple J forumites were a bit overconfident) got 18. I had hoped they'd be lower, but oh well. Was surprised by The Nosebleed Section getting 17, and Wish You Were Here getting 16.

Walked down to the hp's work, Amaya hugged us all, started crying, made me promise to fix my internet, then grabbed Agnik and left. Sad. Oh well, there's still the internet, and since we're all Eurotripping eventually, we'll see her again. Denny was waiting impatiently for Killing in the Name which we both thought would get in, Creep and Bittersweet Symphony got into the teens.

And after that, girls and Sam went to Annie's (apparently they then followed Amaya to the airport, well done you lot), and Ryan, Denny, Julian and I headed to the bottleshop. No joy for Ryan, but Stairway to Heaven got number ten, which was cool. Air guitar on the walk home, as we discussed Jackass and Viva la Bam.

Get home, check computer, lots of reactions from people about the list. The top ten were kind of predictable, really, surprises for me were Foo Fighters and Chilli Peppers, though Emma was definitely happy with Under the Bridge. Was shocked and awed by Killing in the Name getting number two, texted Denny and he was amazed too. Then Smells like Teen Spirit won it and I retreated to the shed.

While finishing the psych homework, Kingsmill said they'd be playing some live sets from the winners. Cool, says I. Launches into Nirvana. Very cool, then Daft Punk, which was awesome. The live version of Around the World is another song I voted for, so I was happy to hear that on the radio, followed by the live version of Aerodynamic. Then some Radiohead, which wasn't exactly my cup of tea (I like their rockers though, like Electioneering and Bodysnatchers), and then a set by Rage Against the Machine, who are pretty good live. Then a real shock, which made my night. Led Zeppelin, live from Madison Square Garden 1973. Wooooooooo. Picked it as soon as Page launched into Bring It on Home/Black Dog, cos it's off the dvd I bought, or I might just be a hopeless Zep geek. Got Black Dog, Heartbreaker, and an extended version of Whole Lotta Love, all live, which was soo cooool. Definitely made it tricky to concentrate on the psych glossary. Nearly ran out of credit texting people, will need to pick some up soon.

And here we are. All up, the Hottest 100 of All Time wasn't bad, there was a few picks I really don't agree with (System of a Down, looking at you), but hell, Massive Attack and Zeppelin got two songs each, one from each were my favouritest songs. Very little Pearl Jam, which was disappointing, but oh well. Very nice seeing Hendrix on the list, and it was a surprise to only see one song each from The White Stripes and Muse, but they were both really good songs which I voted for anyway.

Watching the cricket too, England is getting absolutely smashed. How awesome.

Amaya, definitely going to miss you, definitely going to try and improve internet. Keep reading this, stay in touch, beware Jean-Baptiste.

Tomorrow is school, and I'm getting the distinct feeling that karma is going to absolutely kick my arse after the last few days. Oh well. Had a good run. The dynamics have changed a bit, so it'll be interesting, at least. And I've done my homework, except for finishing Wuthering Heights... but then, no one else has.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Black Mountain Side.

'Lo all.

Tom's over, he's flipping through a Zep book. He says hi.

Slow day today. Woke up, there's this odd looking blonde kid in the house. Go to work, no big trouble, had to help out the front since one of the waitresses left and their dishes were piling up. Pouring rain the whole time.

Come home, play a bit of the vidya, finish a bit more homework, then walk down to maccas to meet Denny. Tom buys himself carton of milk for the road. Meet Aiden and Sam in the cinema.

Bruno - ****
There are a few funny bits, and they are good, and it's an interesting look at American attitudes. But, the nudity. Oh god the nudity. We didn't need to see that, or see it lingering on screen swinging around. First time I've been in a movie where the entire audience is covering their eyes and laughing.

Got a lift home with Denny, and here we are.

Tomorrow, hang out with Tom, find out what the French is doing, then cramming in homework. There isn't as much as I thought, the lit essay just needs cleaning and the psych stuff isn't exactly difficult, so I should be able to get it done.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Number 22.

'Lo readers.

Busy today.

Woke up, radio on, caught Come as You Are and a Pearl Jam song, then Amaya announced she was rocking up. Booted up her hard drive, started transferring Daria. Took ages. She got lots of funny looks from the family, I'm sorry about that.

Then spraypainted bike. If I have to ride this near-brakeless thing, I'm going to make sure it's a respectable colour.

Went to work early because I was bored, the first five or so houses all mentioned this to me. Then caught up with Amaya again, she decided I needed a birthday present so she got Full Metal Jacket. The wench behind the counter had served her half an hour ago, but asked her again whether she was eighteen. She lied, but she did so convincingly. Amazing.

So, mini-party in the shed, then she left, and I cleaned up and tried to get the results from the last ten song bracket. It was awesome, but I missed it. All Along the Watchtower, My Happiness, Alive, Where is My Mind, These Days, TEARDROP! WOOOO!

Then went to Harry and Marilyn's, good food but far too many kids.

Tomorrow is work, then Tom seems to be dropping in. Cool. Gotta make sure those damned chefs play Triple J.

I'm enjoying the holidays at the moment, which is a shame because they're about to end, and then back into the maelstrom.

Crossposted.

peace.

Piper at the Gates of Dawn.

'Lo everyone.

This morning, when I woke up, it was very dark and very cold. There was frost everywhere and the windscreen and a small whale were frozen. It was bizarre.

Caught train, Fraser's little fat friend was going to the 'skatey' in Warragul and him and his friends decided to sit near me. Thankfully my music is ridiculously loud. Loud enough to miss the things over the PA about my carriage being for reserved seating, conveniently. Didn't get turfed out, and a faux-cockney apprentice kid tried to strike up some conversation about his gambling habits.

Get to Melbourne, go for a walk. Get money first. Get coffee second, from random coffee shop. Can't remember what it was called. Was in an alley. Coffee wasn't bad.

Visited Minotaur, they seem to have gotten rid of most of the music merchandise. Was sorely tempted to get a Woodstock tshirt, but it was one size too big. No Zep alarm clocks, no Pink Floyd coffee mugs. Did see a Jimmy Page action figure, which was weird.

Kept on moving, had a look in music shirt shop, but it was way out of my spending range, and they only had one good thing, which was a Pearl Jam hoodie. Oh well. Visited Emma's Basement Records, picked up The Song Remains the Same, after realising they'd sold the Hendrix cd/dvd I was interested in. Then another basement record shop, this time Missing Link. Was digging through the vinyl, found a limited edition picture disc LP of Piper at the Gates of Dawn for relatively cheap. The dude at the counter was impressed, he put on a Pink Floyd dvd for me. If I had more money, I would have bought that too. George, they have the new Sonic Youth album on vinyl there, and a Pixies one, if you're interested. It's on Bourke st.

Anyway. That was all pretty cool. Did a bit more wandering, found some fairly cheap dvds in JBs, but I got the feeling I should save some more money, as they'll be there next time, unlike cool stuff like LPs. Went off to meet Marie and the kiddies, Fraser was hopeless at giving directions ("I'm at the sushi place, next to the juice bar." There's no juice bar here "I'm looking at a shoe shop" ARGH WHERE ARE YOU "I'm at the other end, you dickhead" OTHER END OF WHAT? "The station, duh" BUGGER IT, I'M GETTING ME A DONUT "You what?"). Fraser and Mitchell were lugging Fraser's (unneccesarily) boxed up bike, and Frances was pulling along his luggage. Little stooge had a work crew for him, the lazy prick. Managed to get everything on train, and we didn't have a fat chick sit near us, though we had a woman with a baby.

Quiet trip home, Beardman meets us, puts Fraser's bike in the back, go home, get on bike, go to work, get past four blocks and the SAME BLOODY TYRE explodes again. Seething with rage, call Beardman, tells me to walk it home so they can check it out. It's now approaching five and will be dark soon. Go home, test out backup yellow bike, scream out again. Crash bike in front of chemist, walk in, "Oh, sorry Alex, Aiden already came in... I think" So he didn't tell me he was actually swapping, oh well, says I. Still seething, pick up dvds for Annie, ride home, El Beardo tells me to buy own bike. Walk past computer, it's missing a screen. God damn.

Retreat to shed, boot up laptop, drag out literature notes, start Reservoir Dogs. Can't concentrate on boring sonnets and Tarantino dialogue at the same time, so I figure I'll try out The Song Remains the Same. WRONG REGION LOL! ARGH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Anyway. Get about 400 words in, then I consider trying dvd on laptop. Changed region (only 3 left!), and it starts working. SHOCK HORROR! So, pad out essay a bit, start conclusion, start movie. It's better than I remember, but not as good as The Dvd, music wise. Think that was because this is a concert, that's a best of.

And now we're back here, with the crappy ECKSBAWKS HUUUEG computer monitor, which takes up far too much room on my desk for the size of it's screen. Looking at photobombs and was playing hangman before.

Anyway. Productive day. Very dramatic. Missed the Hottest 100 though, Bullet with Butterfly Wings got in too.

Tomorrow, still busy. Looks like I'm having visitors in the morning, then I'm working Aiden's shift, then we're going out, so might be a late post.

Katie and James, have fun in Europe, we'll keep an eye out for you when the Ashes isn't on...

Crossposted.

Catchyas.