Wednesday, December 31, 2008

2008 Wrap-up.

'Lo readers.

This is the big one.

Firstly, last few days have been kind of dull. I'm slowly getting through the homework (today I even rented and watched Strictly Ballroom), and I've had a package arrive with lots of models and a book inside. I dunno. Maybe it's the lack of seeing actual people. Denny's dropped in a few times (unnanounced), and I've texted Aiden about the cricket, and there's all the friendlies on msn. But no movie nights, nothing for NYE (which is why I'm here), not much at all. Ah well. I suppose it just kicks in for everyone.


This year, while mildly eventful, was pretty bland. I guess I could give all the cliches like developing as a young adult, blah blah blah, but I haven't really. I've retreated, if nothing else. Last year I was relatively idealistic.

Right. Music front. Dire year for Australia, I liked Tame Impala, but everything that came to the ARIA's attention was overrated. Bugger all that crap. The Playlist has expanded pretty well though, some different stuff in there. Thanks to George, Tom and Isaac mainly, but with stuff from Isobelle, Emma, iTunes... all over the place. I'm going deeper back too, a couple of demos and live tracks are in there, and the oldest ones date from the Fifties. I believe that a lot of newer music is pretty unoriginal, but it sells, so they'll keep making it. Which of course means that I'll just keep going back.

Movies. Same thing again, lots of mass produced stuff, but you can skip that. Worst film would have to be Meet the Spartans, best one would be either The Dark Knight or Pineapple Express or Iron Man. But then, I'm a teenage guy. Best film I saw this year would be Full Metal Jacket, or maybe Snatch. I can see more now, due to working how illegal downloads, and being 16. Yay.

Books. I liked 1984, and thanks to Beardman I read the Chanur series, which wasn't too bad. I've avoided the Twilight series, but I'll be reading it soon because I want $20. I also read Watchmen. Believe the hype if the movie does get released next year. Big if at the moment though, movie studios are stupid.

What else have we got. School. Meh marks, could have tried harder in some bits. I like psych, and because of this blogging thing, slightly higher marks in english. Maths I didn't have a chance in, I'm an average student who got put in the advanced class, plus I was distracted a bit. Science wasn't too bad, except for the physics, but that might have something to do with all the maths. Art was a good bludge, and an interesting view into a different world, which was loud and bitchy. I liked history, because most of it was interesting. PE was good except for the weights. Rave was bull, as usual. I think next year, as long as I get the homework done, most of it won't be too bad.

Socially, few new friends, and a few mild squabbles with existing ones. I went to parties, most were meh, little to no alcohol due to parents. Aren't I boring. Relationship-wise, once burned twice cautious, to my detriment. I should be getting out their, but I'm lazy. Oh yeah, and I'm doing the deb next year due to a calculating move from Lulu.

Sports. 3rd in the cross country, so I get a pretty ribbon and I had to do all the others, which I got tenth in both. And I still suck at soccer. Haven't found anything I'm really good at, just tried a lot of things I'm either meh at or just plain suck at. That's about it.

Music (again). Meh. I can play an instrument, but it's not what I want to play. Right now, the only reason I'm playing the bloody thing is because a) no-one else wants to, and b) they gave a shiny new one. Lame.

Erm. What else have we got.

Geekiness, so many nice things released from GW, and because I got a job, I can buy some. I haven't played enough games with the new rules to judge them, but the internet's reaction is good. Dunno about the new SM book, seems pretty crap. I like the greenskins, and I've invested in a 1500pt army worth. Video gaming, on the other hand, was a grate suksess. I can play hard on Guitar Hero, and (almost) hold my own against Tom in an FPS.

Family wise, Wise Beard Man is in fact not a man with a beard, he is a Beard with a man. Fraser is a skaterfag, and he's too into it to change all that. The girls are growing up and growing more annoying, but meh, I have my shed.

Everything else. The blog has done well, got the highs and lows, not that there were very many of them, and all the boring bits. I'm happy that people seem to enjoy it, dunno why they do. I got a job, which is hard work, and means I owe Sam a fair bit, but hell, the money's fantastic. The internet is a dark, scary, and wonderful place, please don't censor it Ruddkips. The Aussie cricket team is on it's way down, which is what happens, same as finance and global temperatures. Carlton did alright for itself, Chris Judd and all. The shed is great, thankee to everyone who helped. Scientology is a cult, and Anonymous isn't just moralfags, trust me. And self esteem is for girls.

Thankee all, if you sat through that. Might be I should do this again next year. I don't know whether to do a full year of blogging next year. Ah well.


Happy New Year, have a great 2009.

**250th BLOGGER POST!**

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Movie Edition.


This one is for me, I need them all in one spot for searching, and I don't trust word.

Alien Vs Predator 2 - ***
Having seen the first one, I hoped this one would be better. It was. Started slow, establishing characters we didn't really care about, then got straight into mindless violence. The predalien thing looked pretty cool, and the soldier chick with the daughter reminded me of Ripley. At the end, when the helicopter crashed, Sam and I thought the Cloverfield monster would look down at the people. It didn't. Ah well.

V for Vendetta, ****
A very good film, I voraciously recommend you view it. Can get a bit slow, but has a good message. Sam didn't get the symbolism at the end.

Meet the Spartans. *1/2
Mildly funny, not worth paying for. Wait for the DVD. 'nuff said.

Run Fatboy Run, ***1/2
Pretty good, slightly formulaic and predictable, Dylan Moran was awesome, and the fight scene was cool.

Jindabyne - **1/2

Too mature for most of us, very slow, deep story, and very padded, as it was based off a short story that went for 10 pages. Do not watch in a theatre full of bored and restless teenagers.

The Song Remains the Same. ****.
Basically a Led Zeppelin concert in New York, but with some trippy fantasy scenes and effects mixed in. Jimmy Page is amazing, and half an hour of Dazed and Confused is awesome. A must watch for Zoso Zealots, but you might like the music even if you aren't. Thanks George!

Children of Men, ***1/2
Slow at times, and it took a while for the plot to get going. Reminded me of V for Vendetta, and the ending is abrupt.

Fight Club, ****1/2
Takes a while for things to get going, then its an awesome film. Never saw *SPOILER* bit coming. Marla reminded me of Isobelle if we got her really drunk and gave her a proper fatalistic attitude. A good film, brutal violence is refreshing at times.

Iron Man, ****.
Excellent film, Tony Stark is awesome, and I want an Iron Man suit. More of a boys type film, though the girls found it alright. The whole, look a reactor in your heart thing is a bit off, but hey, this is a comicbook film. Special guest appearance by Samuel L Jackson made it even more awesome. Needed more building of suit, and less montage though.

Don't Mess With the Zohan - ***
Not too bad, lots of funny bits, but it definitely slowed down. There were jokes involving ...relations with grannies and Hezbollah. I felt ashamed at laughing at some bits, because no one else in the cinema understood.

Starship Troopers, ***1/2
Might be from all the 40k stuff, but I liked it. Needed more violence and less focus on silly characters who coincidentally manage to end up as awesome commanders and meet up.

Snatch - ****
Good, it reminded me of Fight Club and Ocean's 11. Might be because of Brad Pitt and the soundtrack.

Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels - ***1/2.
Good film, the last 20 minutes or so is awesome. However, half the actors are carbon copies of their characters in Snatch, though this film came first. Rather confusing. Though, I suppose if one was making a film about gangsters in London, you'd use these guys because they fit the job so well.

Shoot 'em up - **1/2.
Not bad, some good action sequences, but the plot was way too stupid. The main protagonist, while morally grey (good thing!), was a God Mode Stu. Ah well.

Kung Fu Panda - ****
Fun movie. Predictable plot, but then it is a kids movie. The 6 year olds sitting around us loved it. Excellent action sequences, and some clever cameos ("That was Jackie Chan?!? That was Seth Rogen?!?"). Good trailer for WALL-E, which I'm looking forward to, and the introduction of Madagascar 2. No way in hell, man.

The Dark Knight, ****1/2.
Excellent film, story was good, actors was good, hell, even the score was good. The Joker was awesome, the vehicles were awesome, the action was awesome, right down to the RPG's taking out cars and semitrailers flipping over. The Joker's pencil trick is awesome.

Shaun of the Dead, ***1/2
Funny film. It was predictable, but hell, it's got Dylan Moran in it. If you watch carefully you see heaps of people that appeared in Black Books too. If ever a zombie plague occurs, remember a cricket bat, which is the best zombie fighting weapon I've seen since that dude who attached a chainsaw to his arm...

Pulp Fiction (finally) - ****
Good. Lots of threads that eventually link up, and that damn case kept me guessing. I recommend it.

Pineapple Express - ****1/2
Very, very funny, and surprisingly violent, which made it better. Subplots went no where, and characters seemed immortal, but hell, it was a fun movie. I agree with Aint it Cool that eventually Apatow is going to run out of taboos, he's already done unplanned pregnancy, teenage drinking, virginity, and his next one is about pornography.

Hellboy - **1/2
Yeah, I watched it nearly a week ago. Visually, this movie is pretty good, but there are still seams between the practical and computer generated effects. The script can be very clunky at times, which I suppose is only a mild annoyance. I was more interested in all the non-fighting bits, I'm ashamed to admit. I mean, he likes cats! Come on! Also, the ending sucked. Dunno if I'll see the sequel.

Tropic Thunder - ****1/2.
Excellent movie. Maybe not as funny as Pineapple Express, but still very good. Robert Downey jr was almost believable as the dude trying to be a dude pretending to be another dude, though not really that believable as an Australian, especially towards the end. He does base it off Russel Crowe though. The rest of the cast, except Ben Stiller, was good too. Story was good, thing looked good, and the ending... Well, make sure you stick around for the credits.

Freedom Writers - *1/2.
Predictable story, new teacher goes into bad school with a failing class and makes them love him/her, get to greater success and have trouble with authority. This was set in a highschool, and it was sort of funny. LA, early 90s, lots of racial tensions and gang warfare. All the highschool kids were separated into gangs, which looked like the popularite/everyone else divide on our quadrangle. We lol'd. None of the major characters died, despite all the violence.

Mummy 3: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor - ***
They replaced Rachel Weisz. For shame. Instead, Sigourney Weaver/Alyssa Milano crossbreed. Anyway, Sigourney, a Dexter lookalike, hot Chinese chick and Brendan Fraser trek around China in a bloodless crusade to kill mummies. Lots of shooting, no blood, because this is rated M. Lots of attempts at humour, slow plot, pointless side bits, a Club Obiwan ripoff (archaeologists love Shanghai nightclubs), and stupid mummy powers. The Jet Li/Michelle Yeoh fight was crap.

Stepbrothers - ***1/2.
Very funny film, with a Seth Rogen cameo. Sometimes, it seemed very slow, and a lot of suspension of disbelief was required. Also, most of the time it was just us three laughing. Other than that, I want a treehouse like theirs.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - ****
Wow. Trippy as all hell. A prototype Cap'n Jack basically stumbles around Las Vegas for an hour and a bit. Dr Gonzo is cool, and there were a few cameos. Must find the book now.

Eagle Eye - ***1/2.
It tried. It really did. You could almost engage with the characters, some of the action-y bits weren't too bad. But the ending sucked, **spoiler he should have died /spoiler**. It also seemed sort of cobbled together. That design was from 2001: A Space Odyssey, that chase looked like The Bourne Identity, that idea was from Ghost in the Shell. The little trumpeter kid was butt ugly, poor kid. Also, while most of the plot worked, some of it made no sense, or was hinted at so the audience just didn't know why it was happening. Also plotholes galore.

Apocalypse Now Redux - *****
Very, very cool movie. Trippy as Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Some of it won't make sense. Some of it drags. Doesn't matter, still very good. The Air Cavalry bit is fantastic. I must see the ending.

Donnie Darko, ***
Is this it? was my first reaction when it ended. I was expecting the **spoiler** ending where someone wakes up from a dream thing **/spoiler**. Most of it made sense, though bits were stupid. Dunno why a power ranger was the monster. Bits seemed to be pinched from other movies, and other things have been influenced by it, the bike riding is from ET and the jet engine was like something out of Lost. I will admit I was bored at the start, the main protagonist seemed like a dick, and once you know that the main character is **spoiler** a paranoid schizophrenic on placebos **/spoiler**, it's kind of tame. Maybe I went in with expectation that were too high, I dunno. Funny seeing Drew Barrymore and Seth Rogen though. And yes, bits were very quotable. Still, pretty meh story, overhyped, and bits dragged.

Burn After Reading, ****1/2
My gods. This was actually funny. Very funny. It's basically a bunch of very stupid people doing stupid things and dying. Fantastic film. Slightly slow at the start, and felt a little rushed at the end, but meh. Highly recommended.

Serenity, ***1/2
Entertaining. Bits were wearing, but bits were pretty damn good. I think I should watch Firefly.

Quantum of Solace, ***1/2
Wow. First Bond film in the cinema. What an achievement. This one wasn't too bad, but it wasn't as good as some of the Connery ones, or Casino Royale. Some of the action sequences were pretty good, though the whole espionage thing was lost on some people. Bloody Meg kept trying to use our seats as footrests, and there were girls rushing to the toilets to text people.

2001: A Space Odyssey. ***1/2
It's good, but it's slow. Very slow. And random. Very trippy (and slow) at the end. Star Child for the win!

Full Metal Jacket, *****
Oh, I liked this one. Right up to the end, which happened to be Paint It Black. I think I'll have to buy this one, very, very cool movie.

Black Hawk Down, ****
Very action packed, mildly repetitive, and confusing, but I think that might almost be the aim of it. Some of it is cliche, but again, it's basically trying to be. There was one subplot they didn't follow until the text before the credits. Even so, AirCav for the win!

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Bah Humbug.

'Lo readers.

Bloody hell.

Christmas morning was hectic. Up too damn early, then because I was in the shower no one could open their presents (hurr). The girls went nuts, as usual. Not sure if the Strawberry Shortcake dvd will go down well, but it'll go down better than BMX Bandits.

Then the drive, which was really quiet until just out of Traralgon. Wasn't too bad though. We didn't get lost, and I got to drive on Eastlink again.

The rellies were all fine, the food was good, and Kirsty and Simon bought the kids a Wii. Katie and I discussed Pearl Jam, and Mitchell broke my (admittedly cheap) new cricket bat.

Beardman and Simon stayed up til 11ish that night playing golf and bowling on the Wii. Hell.

Next day, blearily driven for coffee at the Hilton, which was pretty cool. Lots of high class people watching the slow crawl of members walk to the MCG. I didn't have my membership card, so $10 to get a pass. Bah. Next time I'll remember it. Since we were very early, we got good seats just above the tv cameras, so pretty damn good view of everything. I went for a walk, Myers was still bursting, there was a line for a jeweler's shop that went around the corner, and I found the definitive boxed edition of Watchmen in Minotaur for $115. Bloody hell.

Decided to train hop around, found my way back to the ground in time for the opening ball, and met Simon's geologist friend. He was alright. The game itself was very cool, Ponting got his century, though Hussey and Symonds were wasted. I'd be surprised if Hayden will be playing in the next Boxing Day test. I went back down the street before lunch in search of food ($5 for a pie, bugger off), and talked to Aiden about the game, as he was watching it at home. Talked to some of the station dudes at Jolimont, who were pretty cool. They weren't surprised about Hayden either.

Back in past the half drunk masses, watched Clarke slowly and cautiously make his way to 30 off nearly a hundred deliveries, then we left. Dinner at the park with a badarse flying fox that Simon and I abused, and Josh, Beardman and I made fun off Fraser at cricket.

Today, got up a bit late, had some of Kirsty's Kenyan Mocha thingy, which was a bit different. We had a look at Bernard and Katherine's, no one home, so we braved Springvale and Whitehorse roads to Mt Dandenong, where we had a look at the visitor centre. Someone buggered up the binocular thing, so I got a free look.

Then getting half lost looking for Bob's, and going to Gembrook for lunch. We saw Puffing Billy come in, smaller than I thought, and twice as expensive. We survived the road to Pakenham, then I managed to get all the way home. We actually stopped at Aldi in Sale this time.

Just now I've been watching the Pearl Jam dvd I got, pretty cool. McCready seems pretty out of it, but they included the Do the Evolution video. Woot! Led Zeppelin dvd was extremely cool too, Moby Dick and Achilles Last Stand for the win. Unfortunately, I saw these performances of RearViewMirror and Kashmir on the Youtubery a while ago, and Kashmir on Rage at 1am once. Still good to have them loud and big.

Tomorrow, might be working, though I hope not. If not, I want to stay home and listen to music, but Wise Beard Man wants to go to Paynesville, I think. Ah well.



Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The deep breath before the plunge.

'Lo all.

Not much to report at the moment, however we're going away to Doncaster for a few days, and I'll post a christmas edition then.


My christmas shopping was brief, Sam, Jake and I wandered around. They were getting presents (and costumes) for Molly's Hawaii theme party. Hope she likes ukeleles. I ended up getting Ten, Vs., and Yield. Yield because Do the Evolution is one of my favourite songs, and I've heard mixed reviews, and I can't get it off the internet due to terrible luck. Also got Pearl Jam Touring Band 2000 dvd ($10!), and the Led Zeppelin dvd (self titled, aren't they clever). Got the Bourne trilogy for Wise Beard Man ("Porn trilogy?" "NO! 'BOURNE' TRILOGY!"), and a gem called BMX Bandits for Fraser. It stars Nicole Kidman and is from the 80s. He'll love it.

We visited Diana's, exchanged gifts, and then everyone got wasted. Afterwards Beardman showed me his Bachman Turner Overdrive records til 3am, but I'm not complaining. Deja vu though, he put on The Smiths, which I was listening to at Tom's. Weird.

I've been lazy with the whole reading thing, slowly chipping away at the Satanic Verses. I'll have to break in at school to dig the Great Gatsby out of my locker, as well as braving the library to get Twilight. However, in my defence, mindlessly wasting time browsing myspace (good gods, what's happening to me) and Zero Punctuation takes more time than you think.

I believe I'll start a plog for my greenskins on Warseer once they all arrive, as I'm getting quite a bit. BW, big box, plus some Big 'uns, as well as some random SL models. Should be fun, it's 28 models plus two vehicles. Keep me going for a while.

Tomorrow, christmas. We open the presents, we jump in the car, if all goes to plan we're out of here by nine. Need to get me a good night's sleep, which will be interesting considering that right now it's fall asleep at 1ish and wake up no earlier than 11. Hurr.


Merry Christmas.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

No work today.

'Lo readers.

Ah. Interesting day.

Got up, rode down to the Bis, 5 chefs in the kitchen, which is odd. Terina and Marita were also hanging around, which was also odd. Walk in, Sammy says there's another dishie on his way. Hmm. After an hour or so of burning through the dishes, Sammy said I could have the day off. Poor other dishie. I suppose he didn't have that many when I left.

On my way home, checked the bank. I've got enough for what I'm planning to get, but then I'll be starting from scratch due to the lack of shifts. Then visited the music shop. Old dude behind the counter was surprisingly cool, he went out of his way to help me look for the Led Zeppelin dvd which was apparently in stock. We couldn't find it, so he ordered it in for me, should be in before christmas. Woot. Also had a look at the cds, he's got a buttload of Pearl Jam, including Ten and Vs. in a double thing for $15. Definitely picking that up before someone else does, then might get Vitalogy and Yield, and the Pearl Jam dvd which was only $10. Saves download, and it's cheap.

Then burned time reading a big newspaper thing about bands, they had an article on Tame Impala (keeping my eye on these guys), and stuff on the Falls Festival and two amusing articles on Twilight. One was an interview from one of the bad guys and was full of praise for the movie, and right next to it was a review that rubbed dirt in it's eyes. Mormon housewife and chastity parallels indeed.

Wise Beard Man decided to go to Marlay Point in the afternoon when it stopped being hot (?), which wasn't too bad. Fraser got the kayak so I went in our little wooden boat. An oar thing snapped off, bastard. I graffitied the walls a bit, adding bits. Mel C now loves Tim's mum.

Back home, checked the news, FINALLY caught the Kashmir part on Ocean's 12 (Gorram, he's so awkward), and discovered that Emma has an awesome taste in music. I think George should talk to her.

Tomorrow, if the weather's good I might pick up some stuff, if it's not, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.



Saturday, December 20, 2008

The triumphant return.

'Lo all. Long time no see.

Well, figured I'd post a recap. And I'm bored.

Past week I've been to two separate christmas carol concert things, and both were pretty crap. One was with the school, I finished the Zeppelin book too early. Second was with the band, which was very, very dull.

Other than that, working my way through some more greenskins, watched a fair bit of the cricket, went to Lakes Entrance for a couple of days and played a lot of shooting games with Tom, since he was ashamed of his performance at Guitar Hero.

Myspace is starting to scare me, people dug out pictures of me, and I clicked something and now they're on my thing and I don't know how to get rid of them. I've tried clicking delete but the thing froze up. Might be because they aren't my pictures, they're pictures with me in them. Hmm. Also found a few more friends, not sure how.

We have a real christmas tree this year, which is a strange and smelly experience, after so many years of having the ancient plastic one. We've got christmas shopping to do yet, which is going to be a blast, as always. I'm going to give Beardman some money to buy me some presents off the internet (Steel Legion blisters can't be bought in shops and the Led Zeppelin DVD [Creative title, as always] can't be found in Australia). Bah humbug.

Tomorrow, work, and I'm glad I have some V. I need to talk to Antti about getting some lazy dayshifts after christmas. Also need to work on finding and watching Strictly Ballroom, reading The Satanic Verses and The Great Gatsby, watching 2 and a half seasons of Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends then finding Isobelle to give them back to her, playing through GTA, God of War and Killzone, finishing painting this stuff in preparation for the buttload of new stuff coming in after christmas, finishing the buttload of psych and lit homework I have to do, managing not to collapse from exhaustion at work, plus keep up with all the damn kids. Woo.

Again, I probably won't post again for a while, unless we get something cool like a messiah or combined Pearl Jam/Led Zeppelin world tour, or even more Watchmen footage. All three are unlikely, I think.



Sunday, December 14, 2008

And so it begins.

'Lo readers.

Not much to report today.

I watched an entire season (I think) of Daria today. I counted 5 songs that I knew in it. Ah, the days when MTV was cool...

Also, Wise Beard Man and the clan arrived back home. So much shouting. The cat had sneakily shat in 2 different rooms, so they were all whinging because I hadn't noticed. The peace and quiet was nice though, I'm going to miss it in the coming weeks.

Tomorrow, might pop down to the phoenix centre, see if Ken's open. I need to read 4 books, watch a movie and 3 seasons of a cartoon, and beat 3 games, plus there's all the damned social obligations and work and homework. At least I won't be bored.

Probably won't post for a while after this, unless something cool happens tomorrow.


Saturday, December 13, 2008

Amaya's party.

'Lo all.

Hell. This whole, "Let's only post exciting things" is off to a good start.

Anyway. Got up, showered (so much blue dye), then went down the street. Got a kilo and a half of chocolate for Amaya, then picked up an iTunes card (xmas list: 1 more down, 4 to go). Buggerised around at home cleaning up the iTunes library, picking up better versions of a few songs, and chatting to Lulu and Isobelle. Need to watch Foster's and Daria soon.

Went down to Emily's next, started out sitting in her living room discussing the high school musical (Oliver has many lines but few songs, Sam has few lines but many songs), then everyone started arriving. We wasted time outside, then we got told Amaya was on her way. We grabbed party poppers and hid under couches. She walked in, we shouted, and she went red and screamed.

Most of us blokes were pretty hungry by then, so we devoured all the food. Jumped in the pool a bit, pretty cold. I should have brought the waterguns. Plenty of buggerising around. Highlights of the next few hours included stealing the iPod speakers and blaring Dazed and Confused and Kashmir, unwrapping presents (so much chocolate and jewelry...), Tori getting thrown into the pool fully clothed, which distracted Isaac and Jake for the rest of the afternoon, eating lots of these great chicken wing things, and admiring Emily's huge house. We did think it was kind of odd that her parents, instead of giving us soft drink, they gave us cordial and soda water. A few dubious looks. Sam eventually used it to fuel Isaac's Super Soaker. There was also a cake fight, Julian's lovingly crafted pavlova flying everywhere once there was only one piece left. Oliver, Denny and Sam used swords and pump action waterguns to amusing and obscene effect.

Things started winding down once the girls captured Emily's showers, then started leaving. We ended up looking at Amaya's pictures of her friends in France throwing her a going away party, then we watched the Mighty Boosh. Made no sense, still pretty funny.

Denny and I discussed W:AR on the way to Ryan's, Denny is enjoying a Blorc at the moment. Poor bastards, the servers need filling. Maybe I should get it. Then riding home through a fierce headwind, which was pretty cool past the lake.

Back home, started trawling through Isaac's music library. Some good stuff, like The House of the Rising Sun and some Prodigy stuff. Also hunted for clips of Jimmy Page in Dazed and Confused. I think, George, I might get The Song Remains the Same too.

Tomorrow, clean up a bit, Wise Beard Man is coming back.


Anyway, the end.

Friday, December 12, 2008

The Waterfight.

'Lo everyone.

Such an eclectic day.

Woke up, no one home, had a coffee and packed my bag.

I wasted an hour or so down at the park amusing toddlers, testing waterbombs and searching for taps, then Aiden arrived. We filled up more waterbombs, then I sprinted to Diana's to borrow PD's slingshots.

Then the other started arriving. Denny and Ryan rocked up with goggles and suspenders respectively, and they loved the slingshot. We managed to get a dye-filled waterbomb right into the pool, but it didn't stain it.

Then Dayne arrived, and they all started arriving. The rest is a blur, really. By the end of it, Aiden, Ryan, Denny, Hayden, Sam, Isaac, Erin, Pat, Sally, Annie, Jess and her sister and cousin, and I, spraying coloured water at each other. Most of us had pretty groovy tshirts by the end of it.

We decided to go to Hayden's after a class of primary school kids arrived. We shot lemons over the fence with the slingshots, which had a huge range. This was going to bite us in the arse. While firing lemons towards Longford, two seperate cars arrived and they berated us for being irresponsible and stupid. Well, yeah, and we're sorry, but I suppose you never did anything fun in your youth then? Hayden called himself Jackson from Sale College, I doubt his parent will be amused. This spooked half of them, the girls nicked off to Sally's, and the blokes decided to go to Subway, since we were hungry.

After dropping the slingshots off (PD though the lemons thing was hilarious), met the others and bought food. Then we wasted time walking around, (Hayden spotted something lewd in the newsagent's recycling and dug it out, of course), eventually ending up sipping expensive cokes at the Redd Catt and discussing the waterfight. Dayne's vomiting green cannon was definitely a highlight, we decided.

Back home, I was tired, though so were the rest. Wise Beard Man said his goodbye's, and left. Hope he enjoys his fishing, it'll be pouring and windy all weekend, apparently.

Tomorrow, might go to Emily's for Amaya's party. I dunno. If I'm up by 12, I'll go.

And more opinions on whether I should do any more posts over the holidays. Right now I reckon I'll only do the exciting ones, which will be rare.



Thursday, December 11, 2008

Last day of school.

'Lo readers.

It's finally over.

Got up, fell asleep on the couch. Great way to start the day, just pass out for 20 minutes on your way to the kettle.

By the time I get to school, everyone's screaming. Bah. Festive pricks.

Chapel was boring, just nativity stuff we all know about. We aren't seven bloody years old, getting our first taste of religion forced on us.

Then Aiden and I went to band, met Dayne, wasted 20 minutes or so waiting for a conductor. The rehearsal itself wasn't anything to write home about, though Mr C said we had to play at assembly. Bugger, more work for today.

Biology, I got the notes down and discussed classes with Gavin and Zulaika. Gavin says he's in for tomorrow, we'll have to surprise him.

Recess. More running around screaming.

Then double maths, last class of the year. Hell. Alison and Tom squabbled, as usual, over stationery. Then we had an open book test, which was easy except for one question. I sketched out Zeppelin again, teachers seem to like it.

Lunch. I handed out the Pixie Stix, which vanished pretty quickly. The bubblegum ones confounded them, five minutes after handing them out people came back asking how to open them. Homeroom party was pretty good, we traded KK presents. I got a buttload of Batman Pez stuff from Annie. Mrs Ripon had pizza and donuts, and was willing to take some of the more mature girls (and Meg) to McDonalds. Spicy pizza for the win!

Wolfed down my chicken burger and ran to assembly, suited up and sat down. No notes that were in the wrong place, woo.

Then more homeroom, which was reports and Claresco yearbook. Mine wasn't too bad, I'm happy to say, and most of the comments were cutpaste jobs from other reports. Teacher's must be really short on time, I got basically the same maths thing as Isobelle. Claresco wasn't too bad, I was only in three photos. Lulu wasn't, and one of them was of her straining to kill Toni-lee in a sprint. Same with Annie, she was in a buttload of candid cheering photos from the swimming.

Walked home, went back down the street, bought The Dark Knight (Xmas list; 2 down, 5 to go) and some food dye for tomorrow. Back home, tested it. This new red is slightly stronger, made the walls look like blood. Fraser's little friends buggerised around with them too.

Then prizegiving. Didn't stuff up the music, didn't stuff up on stage, except for a retard collar on my shirt. The jazz band sounded alright, but the speeches dragged on. Binks came second over all, which isn't too bad. Afterwards, Hayden, Sam and Isaac were showing off their buttload of waterguns and foam swords for tomorrow.

Which reminds me, tomorrow, bugger Twilight, huge waterfight in the Fauna park until it starts pouring rain. White shirts (hurr) and food dye, should be fun and messy. Then maybe Rosedale carols, I dunno.

Finally. This blog has basically been going all year. After tomorrow, it's all boring holiday posts for 7 weeks. What should I do? Do you, the readers, want the boring holiday posts? Do you want the exciting holiday posts, which will mean posting is erratic? Or would you rather that the blogging thing goes on hiatus til February? More to the point, do you even want this continue next year? Right now there's almost a full year's worth of content to trawl through. Please, comment below, I dunno what to do. It's up to you lot.



Wednesday, December 10, 2008

But it's chainsaw... on a stick!

'Lo readers.

For some strange reason, it was cold today. And I left my bloody jumper at school. Go me.

Ryan dropped in, just as I discovered that playing chords on the cheat menu let you sound cool.

Get to school, Meg takes my KK thing off me, writes a name on it, and lugs it up to the homeroom. Zuh?

Bloody biology first up, which was going over the notes we took yesterday. Pretty dull, but neccessary, I suppose. Mrs Moy asked about 3/4 psych, I said it wasn't too bad so far.

Then media, we presented our posters. Erin's one on hippies was infuriating, pictures of magazine models wearing headbands and makeup does not mean hippies. Hippies means cheap weed, nakedness, excellent music, and left wing beliefs on Vietnam. Not bloody makeup. Mine was blissfully short, didn't want to say much.

Recess. Meh.

Next was maths, Alison kept trying to steal stuff, so I stole stuff in return. Ended up dumping her stuff on the floor, so she got me in a headlock, so I drew on her. All's fair in love, war, and chucking stationery around.

Then prizegiving rehearsal, I sat in the band section and chatted to Annie about movies and Emily about Amaya's party, which sounds like a girly party, to be honest.

Lunch. I intended to read my book, but then we got the gym. Bloody year 12s arrived, so wed oto make it halfcourt. It was agreed that this wasn;t cool so we went to the basketball court, pretty meh game that turned into four a side halfcourt there anyway.

Bloody indoor soccer was actually pretty good, though annoying. I got on the good team with Hayden, Aiden, Pat, Jake, Brad, and Isaac, and of course we kicked arse. Not that we did much, Aiden saved goals, Pat and Jake passed to Hayden, Hayden scored the goals.

Back home, Guitar Hero'd, did a bit more experimentation with the food dye (yellow dye looks like urine but is pretty weak), chatted to PD and Diana, then browsed the news. Isaac and I traded music (Tame Impala's music video for Half Full Glass of Wine is both trippy and ridiculously awesome), and Lulu was annoyed. Damn teenagers, why do we have to all be stupid. Also, PD lent us a friend's friend's chainsaw on a stick, which I thought was vey cool. 'Uge choppaz, ladz, 'ere we go, 'ere we go! I have got to get me one of these, relevance be damned!

Tomorrow, last day of term. Basically, chapel, band, homeroom, something, double maths, McDonalds, assembly, homeroom, home, prizegiving. Sounds almost like fun. Pixie Stix for all!



Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Just like old times.

'Lo all.

I don't believe this crap. Why must it start raining this week?

I've started GTA again, and it's appeal is slightly lessened due to the feeling that I've done all this before. Oh well, at least I've still got the tag maps.

School. They were all screaming, as usual. Tom was impressed by the Zep book.

First up was double psych. Damn year 12s not liking me. We did one activity about brain hemispheres (fun question. If a type of waterlily doubles it's size every day, and it covers it's pond by day 60, when does it only cover half the pond?), which was an IQ test then drawing from a squiggle. I drew a scary clown. Finally, something about random sampling involving Skittles.

Recess, I read my book, including a passage where Bonzo, Page, and the tour manager take a groupie to a hotel and do unspeakable things with fish and mud sharks. We lol'd. 60s for the win!

I didn't know what I had next, but Lulu was missing the old year 12s. Turns out it was media, dammit. I finished off my poster and laughed at Heath Ledger with Oliver. Bloody Dark Knight dvd is going to be expensive, but I'm still getting it.

Then history, pretty meh. I still don't have the textbooks, so I read off James's new, retard edition.

Lunch. I read more of my book (every song was a ripoff, that's how the blues works), then Meg and Jess decided to go see the tribe in the gym. They were playing halfcourt indoor soccer, like back in the halcyon days. This is how Gork came about, kiddies. I decided to bugger it and join in, wasn't too bad. Everyone was sliding around due to lack of friction between sock and dust.

Literature. We visited the library, Mrs Cartledge ok'd The Satanic Verses. I picked up the Blood Angels omnibus, and made a deal with Oliver. I'd read Twilight (*spit*), and he'd give me $20 after the holidays. I made him sign it in paper.

Then biology, Sally was not amused by our contract, as she believed that I'd ruin Twilight (*spit*) for her (And if half the things I've heard are true, I will go out of my way to make sure of it), so she ripped up the contract, but gave it back. Silly. Apart from that, taking lots of notes while the rest of the class finished a test.

Homeroom. Mrs Ripon and Meg said we were going to McDonalds at lunchtime on Thursday. Cool. Sally attacked me with glue because she stole my pencil case, which Agnik found hilarious. Steal his bloody pencil case, see how he likes it, rar rar rar.

I rode down to the gate with Lulu, who said that something was going to happen (Second bloody person in a month, hell), then sprinted off and met Aiden, Dayne and Brad. We went to Aiden's mum's work, picked up super soakers ("$28?!?" "Do it man!"), saw Bernice and OtherAiden in Coles while we hunted for food dye, and picked up a KK present. Productive afternoon.

Back home, checked the news, talked to George, found a site where car enthusiasts discovered 4chan (damn newfags), and tested out the food dye. Ten drops in two litres will stain clothing, so I suppose 5 drops to the litre should do. Alison said she was going to Morwell on Friday to watch the Twilight (*spit*) movie, but Isaac and I turned her down because of prior engagements. I think we'd ruin it for them anyway. I know I would.

Tomorrow, indoor soccer. Woo. Not particularly fussed, I just want to get it over and done with quickly. Might see if my greenskins have come in too.



Monday, December 8, 2008

Marching in the dark is always interesting.

'Lo everyone.

One of the worst parts of the week is Monday. Let's make things worse by making you wake up with a cold, forget a sheet of homework, and waste time at band instead of doing more homework. Ah well.

Bloody screaming first up, then maths. Because of these bloody calculators, Tom and I don't have much to do, apart from work out how to write naughty words using the alphabet thingy.

Then biology, a brief test on microscopes that was pretty easy despite a lack of studying, then taking notes on lipids. In one ear out the other, because we won't be doing any more on it for 7 weeks.

Recess. I miss my book. The foam swords were being swung around, most looked like they were hanging by a thread.

History. Hindenburg had a moustache, and the other bloke had a monocle in the little photo they had. Pat had to draw a mechanical version of the other dude.

Then media, Oliver and I argued over Guitar Hero ("There's no good songs on these, apart from Disturbed!" "That's cos you only like metal crap! Look, there's Sabbath, and The Who!" "It's cause I'm Jewish, isn't it?!?"). I printed out more dead people and stuck them to a poster with Jake Gyllenhall and Charlie Sheen in full combat fatigues.

Lunch. I really missed my book. Bugger this whole running around thing, I didn't get enough sleep last night. Georgia was home from Moonland, and had Totoro plushies that Kelly leapt on. The swords finally disintergrated, ending up everywhere from Meg's underwear to Isaac's waistband (he wandered around stroking it, disturbing and a half).

Then lit, more taking notes on the movie. Getting sick of it. I need to watch the whole thing before I make a proper assessment though.

Finally psych, we had to split into groups and do a brain association activity. I'm going to hate group work, most of the year 12s don't trust me yet. Darby's alright, and the kids from last year's class. We'll see how it goes.

Band was pretty boring. Michael showed up again, was not amused by the three basic tunes we'll be doing Thursday night.

Back home, Diana and PD rocked up, checked the news, then off to presentation night. Pretty slow, but Hugh wanted us to sightread in front of the five people in the audience who weren't bad members. Bloody stopping and starting, ruined the effect. Ben enjoys the year nine so far, good for him.

Tomorrow, double psych. Bah. I'm bringing my new book to school so I've got something to do at lunchtime.


Anyway, the end.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Shouldn't have done that.

'Lo everyone.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing. So is the internet, coffee, and your mother.

Anyway. Walked to work today, got stuck in after a pair of chaotic bin runs. Why don't they take the rubbish out in the afternoon? Hell.

Today was hard. Ah well. They fed me, which was good. By about three thirty, I reckoned the dishes were slowing down, so I took a break. Read the paper, enjoyed a coffee, then went back. Of course, the piles of dishes had doubled, so there was a bench, three sinks, and the floor to finish, all covered in dishs. Finally finished the last rack of cutlery about 5:45, then swept, took out the rubbish, and mopped. I worked out the fancy iPod system, so I rocked out to Pink Floyd, which made it a bit easier. Scotty and Danny were whinging to a bemused Sammy about their ex-girlfriends, all three warned me about women. Funny, seeing as all three had hangovers from partying hard at the Kasbah the night before.

Got a lift home in Danielle's fancy new car, then chilled. Part two of the ID documentary was on, which ripped creationism a new arsehole. Man, the Discovery Institute is awesome *cough*. They made their own bull*cough* museum, and a Scientology-esque plan to take over the world. Fascinating stuff. I liked the whole CDesign Proponentists thing.

Tomorrow, school. Bugger. And they'll all be hyperexcited and loud too.



Saturday, December 6, 2008

Rock Gods.

'Lo all.

Interesting day.

Woke up, went down the street, puzzle over a flying slingshot monkey, saw Lulu ("Where the hell is Jenny, I've been sitting here for ten minutes and creepy old men are staring at me!"), had a brainwave, bought supplies, and went home.

Aiden rocked up about 12:30, we spent almost an hour trying to get the guitars working properly. Once we got it though, we blazed through the campaign, he on expert, and me on medium. Sue me, I'm not that great at it. Sam and Pat dropped in without warning, they told us about their adventures with Hayden in Longford ("I had the stanley knife, he had a hammer, we couldn't sleep. Scariest moment of my life!"), then they all went home. Aiden and I still had one song to unlock, but meh, he says it's not that great. I beat Pat on Paint it Black. It was hella fun.

After they left, read The Wasp Factory in my tree, then it started raining. I withdrew into the shed and immersed myself in the big Led Zeppelin biography. It's very well written, and their manager seems so stereotypical. Must have started it, I suppose.

After tea, started watching my latest dvd.

Movie review! - Black Hawk Down, ****
Very action packed, mildly repetitive, and confusing, but I think that might almost be the aim of it. Some of it is cliche, but again, it's basically trying to be. There was one subplot they didn't follow until the text before the credits. Even so, AirCav for the win!

Tomorrow, work all day. Yay?



Friday, December 5, 2008


'Lo readers.

It's been a while since it's been pretty hot. Cool change came through in the afternoon, and it rained over night, but it was still sticky hot at lunchtime.

My bloody Guitar Hero save file corrupted again, not sure how, so I started single player again. More on this later.

I rocked up at school with a few funny looks. Might have had something to do with the foam cutlass I was swinging around. The rest of them rocked up, we partied hard. Everyone was impressed. Tom vs Lulu was pretty funny.

First up was history, which was pretty slow. Treaty of Versailles is very important, it pissed off the Germans.

Then psych, wasted time looking for diagrams of PET scanners, then hunted for xkcd comics.

The fun really began at recess, we grabbed swords and hats and ran out passed the playground. Mr Clemens wandered up, told us to mind the language, and said it was cool. I think he was amused by it. We were just thrashing each other as hard as we could.

Double biology. More whinging over microscopes, then some revision for a test next week. Sally and I suck at cheek cells, though Lulu had too many. Pat managed to smash the lens through his slide, despite Lulu's warning.

Lunch. The swords died pretty quickly, specially when Millsy challenged us all. We decided to play soccer, wasn't too bad.

Lit. It dragged on and on, and this movie sucks.

Finally maths, it was a calculator lesson, and since Tom was away rowing in Canberra, Mr Brennan left Emma and I til last. Discussed the deb with Caz, Belle, and Alison. Poor Jake and Georgia. Well, more poor Georgia, because Japan hasn't invented longrange castration machines yet.

After school, went home, Fraser's little fat friend rang up 3 times in five minutes. Then down the street to waste half an hour in Centrelink ("Are you doing year 11 next year?" yes "Do you have a job?" yes "Here, have this form. Come back every Monday" [can't do that, I suppose I'll have to ring them or something]), then bought headphones for the computer, glue, and When Giants Walked the Earth, a 400ish page biography of Led Zeppelin. Woo.

Back home again, fueled by coke and doritos (as usual), played through the final 6 sets in Guitar Hero. 100% on One by Metallica on easy. Go me. I might be wearing out the poor green button though, I just hope it lasts one more day.

Tomorrow, Aiden's coming around so we can play multiplayer, and I need to buy a KK present. Not sure what to get, ah well.


Anyway, the end.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Foam Swords.

'Lo everyone.

Still not used to this font change. Ah well.

Today was so slow. I don't know why.

I started the hard career mode, and I suck at it. Need some practice. Ah well.

First up at school was chapel, uneventful except for a speaker SNAFU. Everyone laughed, especially when (the damned no-armour) chaplain said god was with us.

Extended homeroom. Didn't do much. Agnik had checked the prizes page. Hell. Mrs Tyndall's homeroom next door were playing cards, teacher commented they can get very anti-social. Poor bastards.

Media. I started cutting out my pictures of dead people. I need more dead Vietnamese, their pile is pretty small compared to the Iraqis. Hurr.

Then recess. I relented and checked the prize lists, turns out I get a merit certificate for psychology. Certificates suck, you don't get a book, just a scrap of paper. Some of the others got books, Isaac was puzzling over the Kurt Cobain journals.

Late by two minutes to maths, so Tom and I were shouted at. Alison and I got bored, because it's pretty simple stuff (so far, since we haven't looked at standard deviation), just tedious.

Then psych in the library, I finished my slideshow and played tower defence.

Lunch. They all ran around in circles, then Gavin accidently hit a group of year 10 (gorram, they were year nines last week...) girls with an apple.

Double literature. Oh boy. Mrs Cartledge was in a good mood, didn't mind people going off on a tangent too much. Oliver has converted to an obscure form of Judaism, he is now a Nazirite (think Nazareth, not fascists, that would just be too deliciously ironic), on account of the fact that they aren't allowed to cut their hair. He might have skipped the no alcohol and circumcision bits though. This Strictly Ballroom movie is so damn dull, I'm going to need to borrow it off Ryan or something before it gets too late.

After school, went down the street with Sam, Hayden, Ryan, Emily, Amaya, Jake and Jasper. We had to have shopping trolley races (Amaya seemed terrified, and with good reason), then visited the bike shop, the guitar shop, got buttloads of chips and coke, buggerised around in the centre, outran Mrs Heilbuth in Target, then grabbed foam swords for $3, ran to the carpark and whaled on each other til 5:30. Fun as hell.

Back home, Diana had food for us, though once they left I was bored. Ah well.

Tomorrow, double biology, I believe there is some sort of test on microscopes. Bugger. Then the weekend, so it's not all bad.

Finally, Tame Impala has the free single of the week on iTunes. Very psychedelic for a Perth based band, sounds almost like Cream. Get it now, while it's free!



Wednesday, December 3, 2008


'Lo all.

Very strange weather today, though it got better. It was raining at recess, but was relatively sunny but windy after school. Ah well.

And before I get any further, if you're reading the (original and the best) livespace version, I'm very freaked out. The thing looks like facebook now, which probably won't be a good thing in the long run. And they changed the fonts. For shame.

I have finished every single song in medium career mode now. Woo. Still not enough moneys to buy everything though, ah well.

History first up, going through questions. Luckilty, Goody unintentionally edited the worksheet on the intranet and had half the answers. Joy.

Lit. Boring. We watched the same bits of the movie again, and took lots of notes. I don't write formally enough, apparently. 'Warped' is a no no.

Recess was pretty slow. As usual.

Psych. Another quick powerpoint reviewing one aspect of something, this time brain research techniques. They seem to love these in science, we had one for space, one for genetics, and there was one in psych. All the same questions.

Then media, more working stuff out. I need to print these dead people on colour paper though, then I'll get going.

Lunch. I sat, and the bottle brandy raged around me. Sam has got the lead role in next year's high school musical, I hope it doesn't inflate his head. Meg has a cool lighter.

Then indoor soccer, teacher put us in house teams, so Binks got Aiden and Pat, but the filthy yellows had Hayden and Pete. We didn't do too badly, Aiden kicked arse and Rob the Noob was surprisingly good.

After school, followed Jess, Meg and Sally to the bank, went all the way back Mark Ave way, chatted to Ken (poor bastard's going into hospital for his cancer treatment again). The stuff I want isn't in, but he did say mail order can be cheap if you buy bulk.

Back home, finished homework, talked to people, cleaned up the shed a bit. Meh. Tame Impala isn't too bad, I must say.

Tomorrow, double something. Meh. This whole not worrying about stuff is working, though it's timewasting.



Tuesday, December 2, 2008

"Quick, find the fat ranga!"

'Lo everyone.

Over year 11. Until it boots up again next year.

Finished the career mode on medium this morning, Ryan had a go at Through the Fire and the Flames over the credits.

Bloody little kids all over the place once I got to school. One had a lime green Torino, not bad.

First up was extended homeroom; no assembly due to little kids. We had to fill out a careers form (Name three possible careers you are interested in - Journalism, Psychology, Air Cavalry), then we started Kris Kringle. Not sure if my person is a reader or not, either way I still don't know what to get them.

Double history with Mr Stone, Tom Cousins rescued us and we had to go grab instruments. We wasted 20 minutes in the chapel waiting for the outdoor ed presentation to finish, then we rustily played a crappy march. Pretty sure a certain tromboner didn't see the key sig, ah well. Back in history, got the work off Sam, then watched as people were asked if they were doing the deb or not. Turns out it's not really a debutante ball, merely a formal ball. Meh. Some of the girls were pissed. More on this later.

Recess. Meh. Just standing around, not doing much.

Double media, we talked about representations, then got on the computers and looked for them. I decided to make a poster about representations of civilian casualties in the media, so lots of dead people from Iraq and Vietnam. Few children too, which is of course morally despicable, but I think we're desensitized enough to look, and save, with intent to use again. This is different to dead baby jokes, because they distort reality, the only way to find them funny is to not take them seriously. Oliver looked up mulleted rednecks and Jake looked up emos (*spit*), which would be interesting topics if they can pull them off.

Lunch. I wanted to sit down. But they stole all the seats. Then bottle brandy. I wasn't particularly interested, but you join in because you're bored. Do not want. We saw a fat, curly haired ranga crossing the quad with the herd of fresh meat, we laughed.

Music lesson, Hannah and I attempting trombone. Meh. I'm not great at it. Mr C thinks Hugh is cool, though he doesn't change much.

Maths. Boring. Mr Brennan tried really hard to be friendly, which kind of scared Tom and I.

Finally biology. Sally and I stained the onion, looked at it, but ran out of time to draw it. Sally promptly started trying to draw on my face, so Gavin and I tried to draw things on her Dora the Explorer pencil case.

Back home, didn't do much. Need to do some history homework, but I'm not sure if it was homework. Hmm. Also traded musics with Isobelle, and found a song I was looking for free on iTunes. Woo. PD and Diana dropped in, and I had to cook tea, which was fail chicken nuggets. Needed more spice.

Tomorrow, indoor soccer with the popularites. Meh.



Monday, December 1, 2008

Black edition.

'Lo readers.
I broke. I got sick of the bastards forcing me to tuck in my blooy shirt, so I got a VCE jumper. Sue me, it fits (but is a size too big to cover shirts), and it doesn't look too bad.

Ryan and I tried more Guitar Hero this morning, I managed to get through Paint It Black on hard. This mode will be fun. There was a new kid when we got to school, the band nerd who can play a metric buttload of instruments. Lulu was excited, but then she was thinking he looked like a supermodel. He didn't, poor kid. He seems quiet, but all noobs are quiet when they first rock up.

Bloody history first up, which was pretty meh. Too many reasons for WW1, all of them very repetitive. Harrison and Nick's hardcore social lives were discusses over Goody and I.

Then media, more moustache-man video, pretty meh. Lots of work on stereotypes.

Recess. Erm. Yeah, recess.

Lit next, pretty meh. We took a buttload more notes, then watched bits of the start of the film. Mrs Cartledge stopped it every ten seconds, telling us that we'd still have to rent it out to watch it properly. Bah.

Then maths, Tom has a retard calculator like Emma and I. We were then shouted at for talking, even though we only had one and a bit questions left. Ah well.

Lunch. Picked up a VCE jumper, then bottle brandy. Isn't too bad, I suppose. Maybe a bit depressing, since the aim is basically to throw a bottle at someone. Rob the Noob joined in, dunno if it was because he was as bored as us or a desire to assimilate.

Music lesson, the standard crap. Starting to not see the point, and losing morale in these exercises. Ah well.

Five minutes of biology, everyone was looking at microscopes. Jack is a dick to Charlie.

Then psych, I copied down the notes and made my pen blank, and a mess.

Kris Kringle in homeroom, which is a good natured activity that usually ends up in half the people getting chocolate, maybe a quarter of the people getting pretty meh, last minute gifts, and a couple of people getting great gifts. Like, last year, George gave me a ten dollar note, and it was the best one of the lot. I believe I shall get my person a buttload of chocolate, because I am boring.

Band. Meh. Not fussed. Mr C made a relatively racist remark to a percussionist, Lulu started laughing before we could hear it. Afterwards, Dayne and Pat threw dirt, rocks and apples at each other, resulting in Dayne getting half an apple to the back of the head at short range.

Back home, started some homework, checked the news. Pakistan vs India, 2010 watch it go to fire.

More band, pretty boring. Carols season coming up, and half the bloody melodies are for the baritone/eupho section.

Tomorrow, double a few things. Meh. We have to play for the fresh meat in the morning, not that they'll appreciate it. I remember my orientation day, it was pouring rain, and Denny had to show me this other kid who was shorter than me, who turned out to be Agnik, poor bastard.