Wednesday, December 30, 2009

2009 Wrap-up.

'Lo all.

So, this is the big one. 2009, what a year, etc, cliche. Here's something I prepared earlier, and posting today because I'm going out tomorrow, thank gawd.

Since Emma's drafting hers, I'm drafting this. I should really stop listening to depressing music for this. Maybe I should write two, one with happy music and one with sad music, just to see if I get two different posts. Too many variables, I guess, specially experimenter effect.

On that note, school was survivable this year. Passed all my subjects, which was my goal. Didn't aim to do well, just pass. Doing well was bonus. Not to say I didn't work, hell, some lit stuff was absolute torture, but I guess I was rewarded for it. Lit wasn't too bad, looking back, though I'd remove any trace of Baz Lurhmann from the curriculum. Psych was actually pretty good, because I only had like three almostfriends (and Shona) in that class, I concentrated more. But because so many kids do it, the results get a bit distorted. Oh well. I enjoyed it. History was good too, I think, we did some interesting stuff. Media was alright, after a rocky start and crappy project, got to like the new teacher, did alright all up. Bio was good, I liked Mrs Moy, and Mr Bacon's pretty cool, got me a fancy certificate at the end of the year for it. And maths. Lol.

Other than all that, school wasn't too bad. Survived the deb, grudgingly. Had no deb party afterwards, so no motivation other than make Lulu happy. Think I did that. No mad camps, couple of insane excursions. Nick Harris shouting at Mrs Dyke over a watermelon will be a treasured memory forever, I think. Deathball was pretty fun, specially when the year twelves were chucking basketballs at Gavin, poor bastard.

And as we begin to struggle, I've flicked open all the titles of stuff on the blogger thing. This will be the 300th post for the year, and 550th on blogger. How weird is that. Seriously. Nearly two whole years of my life recorded digitally. I'll rant more on this later.

Extra curricular wise, we had the big Black Saturday bushfires, which burned down the farmhouse at Taggerty, nearly burnt down the Noonan's house and Emma's house, and made the sky turn all trippy. Relay for Life was pretty important, I spose, since I was the last bastard awake basically. Damn kids quitting on me. The One Night Stand was pretty awesome except for all the douchebags and their death pits. Had a mad zombie photoshoot, that was cool.

Important stuff now. Since discovering how to download things efficiently, I've tripled my music library to a good 30ish gigs. This is a lot. The playlist has also doubled. Contributions from Emma, George, Bernice, Claire, Aiden, Ryan, Isobelle, and Isaac, thanks kids. Listened to more triple J, and started vaguely following pitchfork, and I'm not a big fan of this new indie craze. It's just bland, sorry. At least the emos are slowly dying out. Stupid band names like Bring Me the Horizon just make it seem stupider. Rocknroll, that's where it's at. Them Crooked Vultures, Jack white's new outfit, Powderfinger, Pearl Jam, all new albums this year, Pearl Jam's wasn't bad, and I'm still debating whether or not to get tickets for TCV next year. Oh yeah, Aiden and I went to Pearl Jam at Telstra Dome, it was incredible.

Movies. Yesterday's post was all the movie reviews. Overall, I think it was pretty dire. Transformers 2 was big, dumb, loud, and crap, Avatar looked good but there wasn't much of a story. I did like Inglourious Basterds, District 9, and Watchmen though. I watched a lot of really good movies, like The Machinist and Memento, that have become favourites. I'm restoring my karmic balance by downloading obscene amounts of music, but buying dvds. So far the only one I've regretted is The Blair Witch Project.

What else have we got... Sick of band, will stick around at school for the camp though. Came fourth in the cross country, then meh in the ones after that. Got a pair of converses, am I hip now? Many thanks to Aiden for getting me a drug running gig at the chemist's, which I've been enjoying for nearly a year now, and I'm still at Bis which is cool. All the chefs are good people. Got my 120 hours of driving, really looking forward to getting my Ps for our roadtrip to schoolies.

Oh yeah, social stuff. Went to a few mad parties and a few boring ones, met some new friends like Jasmine, developed a taste for Mr Beam's bourbon, and generally lost faith in humanity. Isn't that fun? Keep telling myself things could always be worse, so I figure I'm still sane.

The Beardman has shaved the beard, unfortunately, but he's still alive, which is good. Fraser is growing more and more rebellious because he's a teenager and that's what teenagers do, he's got 10mm stretchers in his ears and they're growing all the time, which seem to contribute to him being a dick, though for some reason he went through an "old music" phase and asked for all my Pink Floyd. The girls are growing up, I wonder if they'll be taller than me.

Big props to the cooler kids who made my year, like Aiden, Emma, Tom, Alison, Aiden, Ryan, Isobelle, Denny, Kelly, Sam, Bernice, Meg, Jess, Claire, Lulu, Nemo, Hayden, Isaac, Emily, Dayno Insano, Gav Daddy, Bradley, Annie and Belle, Molly, Bree, Molly, Sally, Jason, Agnik, Sarah and James, Pat, Tabby, Tara, Akari, Wingram, Jordan, Guy, Leighton, Caz, George and Megan and Rika, the Mad Dog Literature Class, Mrs Ripon's Awesome Squad, and anyone else I forgot. That's the problem with this sort of thing, you forget someone important. Not listed in order of importance, obviously, you kids are all cool.

Oh yeah, and Amaya, cos she deserves a special mention. Get back here.

Anyway. 550 posts and that's just on the public blog. That's insane! I can look back, and almost every title has a specific memory, like when we dissected that rabbit in biology or when Pat won the relay by overtaking every single other kid, then puked. I dunno if I'm sick of blogging yet. It's just something to do, and it's become a bad habit. More of you kids need to blog, even if you dunno what to write, Dayne, or you fully draft everything and write really good stuff, Emma. I miss Ryan's scathing attacks on randoms from way back. This whole blog thing has given me the opportunity to flick back and check things, and remember the good times and the crap times.

Next year, every day will have a photo. I'll take a few photos, pick the best, upload it and print it for my wall. Every day next year. If I don't post, I'll put two photos up the next day.

So here's the first one, since I'm probably not going to be here tomorrow. It's a photo of me. I don't know how to do this sort of thing, the lack of self esteem is useful in preventing me from taking embarrassing mirrorshots and editing them so they look worse (no offence, ladies). I figure I'll need this for when I cut my hair soon, because it's getting too long. So that's me, at the start of the most important year of my life, or so they say.



Funny lookin, isn't he. Little scamp. This right after work, so I'm filthy, and I need to shave that scumstache. Tomorrow I'll post a picture of the dramatis personae at Isaac's.

Tomorrow, I believe I'll go to Isaac's, get smashed, miss out on a new year's kiss, go home buzzing, then sleep. Start of a new decade, that'll make the third I've been alive in.

Crossposted.

peace.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The Man Who Sold the World.

'Lo all.

Been a long time since we rock and rolled.

Since Monday, we had christmas, and I went to the cricket twice, and saw a movie.

Can't remember a lot of it.

Christmas wasn't too bad, went round to Diana's, had a few drinks with Mark and his new girlfriend, ended up talking cricket with PD, kids were going insane. Loot wasn't bad, some clothes off Diana and PD (hoodie's waaay too big though), bike toolkit of the Beardman, and I bought myself iPod. Which is big. Going to put library on it.

Boxing day test was pretty good, got the usual seats, Australia was frustrating (WATSON? KATICH? JESUS!), met Brian and Simon, had a look around in town (no money though), then on Monday went again with Aiden, again, it was frustrating at times, but Pakistan's grand plan was put the batsman on strike the whole time to avoid the 11th bloke getting out. Lots of blocks, not very exciting. We had a look at Bay 13 (quiet compared to Saturday), saw Simon again, chilled in the sun, and had reserved seats for the packed train home, was pretty good.

Most days have been like today, very quiet, haven't done a lot, Ryan dropped in with some goodies, and the horde went to the movies

Sherlock Holmes - ****
Very Guy Richie, he does this sort of plot very well. Robert Downey Jr was pretty good too. Sometimes the plot dragged a bit, I kept expecting Aleister Crowley to pop up. Still, not bad, would watch again.

After that, visited Jason, got some maccas, then split up. I'll see everyone on Thursday anyway.

So, tomorrow night I'll post again, 2009 wrapup and all that. Gotta see if I can get an efficient way of putting photos on too. Oh yeah, and I'm working, which will be fun.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Skin and Bones.

'Lo readers.

Long time no post.

Before the end of the year, there'll be one more post with everything that happened after christmas, then the big 2009 post. Emma's drafting hers, I figured I'd give that a try to avoid homework. It's not going well, it gets to the stage where I'm either ranting or feeling that I'm not talking enough about certain things. Naturally Emma's told me to keep in the rants, we'll see.

Anyway. Let's see... since I last posted, watched a few movies, caught up with a few people, and generally lived like a hermit with noodles.

On Friday, didn't have to go to work, chilled out, downloaded music.

On Saturday, my alarm failed me and I woke up five minutes before I was supposed to be at work. This is a bit problematic, to be honest. Very brief shower, screamed to work against a headwind, was only like fifteen minutes late. Was dead the whole time though. Nearly crashed when I got home. That night Amaya was online, we caught up a bit, it was good.

Next day, got up at 1, Ryan dropped in and we exchanged dvds, spent day watching Full Metal Alchemist til everyone came home. Beardman went paintballing, there's an amusing mental image. I owe Katie a couple of cds, my bad. Watched You're Welcome America, starring Will Ferrel as George Dubya, and that's very amusing.

And then today, discussed plans for next week (cricket twice and movies, maybe Eildon, then Bairnsdale for NYE, yes!), and basically haven't done much. Went to Annie's to drop off dvds, had a chat about Avatar 3D and psycho people, among other things. Panicked when the ps2 stopped working ten minutes into Adventureland, but I got it working again.

Zodiac - ****
Good. I heard the story ages and ages ago, it's excellent. My only problem with this movie is that it's too close to the real story, and thus is like 3 hours long nearly. It drags, but the start and end are really good. Definitely worth watching.

Tomorrow, want to basically do what I did today, but hopefully I'll have been paid, and if so, I'm picking up an iPod. Hell yes.

Crossposted.

peace.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Avatar.

'Lo readers.

Not much to report today either.

Didn't do much at home, then headed down the street as it started cooling down. Picked up a camera and memory card, then work, which was alright, nothing to write home about really.

Afterwards, got a lift to the cinema, met up with Hayden and Sam, saw Mewha and some year elevens.

Avatar - ***1/2
We saw this in regular, not 3D. So, my perception may be different to Alison's or something. It looks pretty good. But every time you see one of the smurfs, it kinda draws you out. Aliens are not meant to look this human. The tech is cool, I liked the dreadnought things. Plotline predictable, dialogue meh, Sam Worthington should just stick to an Aussie accent. The Last Samurai in Space, District 9 did it waaay better.

Went home, talking to Emma about cricket and trying to sort out this camera. I know how to turn flash on, yay.

Tomorrow, kids are going away, I might have to work. Hope I don't.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Second Annual Mad Dog Waterfight.

'Lo everyone.

So, today was really bloody hot. Not humid, just hot. Naturally, we decided to go to the park and spray water at each other.

Tom dropped in, gave him advice regarding food dye, then went to Diana's to pick up the slingshots, including the big badarse orange one. Got to the park, had a chat to Emily as we filled up some waterbombs. The rest of them slowly started arriving, by the time Pat and Denny rocked up we had about half a dozen and we started shooting the crap out of each other. The best part is we all had white tops, so the food dye made them all psychedelic. We waited ages for more girls to show up, then blew the hell out of them too. Alison was running around with a bucket at one stage, very clever.

After a horde of 545 kids left, it started getting really hot, so we decided to go to Emily's, as she has a pool. Felt good, man. Girls wouldn't let us inside at first, bit of drama and stuff. Too hot. Went to Foodies with Jess and Meg for squishies and supplies, hung out with the horde, jousted on inflatables, all good.

Then home, shower, and work. Function tonight, my favourite. Kept on top of the dishes, but they didn't stop til like 1030. Jesus. Finally got out of there around 1115, thank gaaawd. So tired.

And tomorrow is chillout day til drug run in the afternoon. It's supposed to have cooled down, which will be good.

Crossposted.

peace.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The Pretender.

'Lo all.

So, haven't done a lot. Denny dropped in out of boredom, we watched a movie and played guitar hero.

The Shining - ****
Kubrick. It looks good, I liked the shots following the tricycle. We kept thinking of the Simpsons though, dammit. Still good.

Then today, went shopping, bought some new runners (thanks Nanna K), Inglourious Basterds, Zodiac, and the Foo Fighters live from Wembley. Watched that between Sale carols. It's pretty good, starts out meh, but by the end it's damn good. Best bit is when Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones show up, Dave is so happy, like a kid at christmas when he starts up Rock and Roll. Must be cool to play with his childhood heroes, looks like he's having the time of his life pretending to be Bonzo.

Oh yeah, got my GAT results and stuff. 36 in psych is pretty good, and everything else was above average for the GAT. Yay.

So tomorrow is waterfight. Very serious business. Last time to act like retards for a year. And act like retards we shall.

Crossposted.

peace.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Teenage Wasteland.

'Lo all.

So, lessee. Haven't done a lot, really.

Friday I picked up a new watergun.

Saturday, kids and Beardman went camping at the prom, I went out with the droogs. Pretty quiet, really. Jess was there, then she wasn't, then Erin appeared, and Sam was burning things and there was a maccas run that almost ended up with us getting a hundred chicken nuggets. Lucky it didn't.

Dr Chopper - *
A perfect example of a terrible movie, do not pay to see this unless you want to laugh and you're occupied doing something else. Or you're mildly intoxicated, either way. Terrible acting, terrible dubbing (yes dubbing), terrible makeup even. Bad film, something to laugh AT.

Today, stumbled awake, still sore, went to work, two bloody functions and kept in til 430. They played Them Crooked Vultures though, can't complain too much.

Came home, Diana and PD and I swapped stories of maccas runs over fishnchips (WE MUST TRY GOING TO MELBOURNE FOR MACCAS!), then wasted time, really. How very productive.

100 Girls - ***
Better than I was expecting. Annie lent it to me. It's about college kids and sex, of course. Sort of similar to American Pie, almost. Lot of feminist exposition, and the main character is a cross dresser.

And here I am. Yes, that's about all I've done since I last updated. There probably won't be another one til Wednesday night, after the mad waterfight.

Crossposted.

peace.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Where the Wild Things Are.

'Lo everyone.

First day of the holidays. I figured it was worth blogging about.

After waking up, dragged myself to the post office for credit, a stoner waiting outside politely asked if he could send a text message, so he did, gave me 20c, shook my hand and ran off. That's my good deed for the day.

Then went to Jesssss, dropped off some movies. They're all good, maybe not to her taste. Then to the centre, met Bernice, went watergun hunting, then we saw George and Megan, had a good catch up sesh at the Black Pearl. George seemed a bit excited, naturally. He seems ok, though it was mostly me and him talking about music. He might be going to Adelaide to see the Pixies, which'd be cool.

Work next, most of the regulars had already picked their stuff up, and a storm was threatening my very life today. So, rode pretty quickly and prayed that my tyres wouldn't burst or catch on fire or anything. Pretty quiet.

Went home, had a brief chat about Claresco and reports and stuff with PD and Diana, then ate and went down the street. Met up with the small crowd at the cinema, there was Aiden and I, then Annie, Emily, Jess, Molly, Potter and Louise.

Where the Wild Things Are - ***
It looks very good, and it's relatable, specially if you've read the book when you were little. The pacing was a bit slow, but it all looked really, really good. I dunno if it's really a kids movie, and it's definitely not a teenager popcorn flick (some of them said they were bored), but I reckon if you really liked the book when you were a kid you'd get a kick out of it.

Then we went around in a big circle via Annie's and maccas, walked Jess home reminiscing about good times (LOLOLOLOLOLOL), then home and here I am.

Tomorrow, things are probably going to be pretty quiet, going to watch some movies Annie lent me, and sleep in. The usual, you know.

Crossposted.

peace.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Til the End of the Day.

'Lo all.

Not a bad day today, all things considered. I mean, yeah, things were pretty slow, but a good way to end the year.

Rode to school with the droogs, handed out some bootlegs, then media. Gave Ms Robbins her copy, she went nuts. Got us a class party too, with cake. She took lots of photos then played the bootleg, which was pretty cool.

Then bio, got to play with playdoh with Dayne. Fun.

Recess. Can't remember doing anything exciting.

Spare for history, got a bit of homework done, lost a brief game of monopoly to Annie and Isobelle. I got utilities and chances, they got properties. Damn.

Lit. Lectured about holiday homework, then we got to leave early to find the podcast, which was missing. Shared some music, pretty quiet.

So, lunchtime, followed Lulu around and we got pizza with Mrs Ripon, signed a card for Marly, was pretty chilled out, then Lulu, Isobelle and I went around throwing kitkats at people, and chatted to Tara and Daewoo about captains and stuff.

Assembly was pretty dull except for a brief mention of TEAM MONGOOSE coming third in the fun run. Woo.

Then homeroom, report was alright, only two cs, both for history, which is annoying but oh well, now I know where to improve.Claresco was entertaining, there was one great picture of us from the deb. Hayden is groping Aiden, Aiden is wearing a wig, and Tom looks so completely (hilariously) out of it, it's awesome.

After school, I reckon about twenty of us ended up at the chicken shop for chips, and then we hit the grassy knoll (lol), then the centre ("WE MUST BUY FOAM SWORDS!" "Dude... why?" "I dunno?"), then back to the grassy knoll to chill and laugh about Hayden and Isaac being idiots in IT. Went home, showered, dumped stuff, went back to school.

Prizegiving is a strange beast. On one hand, it's good because as soon as it's over, you're free for ages, but then it is ridiculously slow and boring. Last year I was fairly brief on it, so let's keep that up. Music was good, didn't mess up on stage, Binks came fourth, then the prefects. Bernice next to me wanted it. At first it seemed like the first handful of prizewinners got it, then some other kids did. Not really surprised at what we got, though I would have picked some different kids maybe. Still. Glad I didn't get it. Congrats to my homies Cumpster, Emma, Claire, Molly, Georgia and Goody, and the rest of the prefects. Aiden did well as a vice captain running back and forth from the sinfonia, so did the rest of them. Kiwi school captain will be interesting.

Then it was over, kids were already whinging, I declined an offer to go to Sam's cos to be honest I'm tired and after this I'm crashing.

So, tomorrow is the start of the holidays, so here's my usual spiel about holidays: NOT going to post every single day, because I plan on chilling the frag out for as much of it as possible, so you'll get a dozen posts saying "Lo. Woke up. Ate. Went on interbutt. Tomorrow, more of the same. Peace" and that's just dull. So, unless something major happens, don't expect a post every single day til the new year, when I'll start adding photos. EXCITING?!

Woo.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Rain King.

'Lo readers.

Second last day of school, omg. It was pouring rain today. Saw Isobelle and Sally shivering. What the hell is going on.

Anyway. Rode to school, the year twelve bit has been trashed, and so has a buttload of other lockers, apparently. Story so far is that some goddamn punk kids raided the school, opened up all the unlocked lockers and threw out everything. Thus, brand new textbooks and work and important stuff like calculators left outside in the rain all night, and heaps of pissed off kids in the morning.

My locker was locked, funnily enough, I don't usually lock it. So, I'm unscathed.

First up was media, watched some more Slumdog Millionaire, pretty meh.

Then a spaaare, pretty dull, populars had common room, so I ditched Alison and headed to the library, chilled with Belle and Molly.

Recess. More whinging about the vandals. Got to skip biology for a prizegiving rehearsal, dull as always. Most of the cool kids are in the band, and the other lot is too spread out.

Lit. Got through two presentations. We aren't going to be able to fit them all in. Ryan believes this will lead to lunchtime presentations. God I hope not.

Then lunchtime, fairly slow again. Was comfortably sitting in common room when droogs rocked up, we went to get a ball for gork but the place was empty, so we played in the rain. Sam dunked both Mollys in a puddle. Pretty nuts.

History with Mr Gaskill, finished one question, one to go, then got a buttload of holiday homework. Yay.

And then another spare. Chatted to Alison, Emma, Jordan and Caz over coffee. Tired as buggery.

After school, walked with Jess, went to cinema but it was shut, then picked up another book for lit, and caught up a bit with my old peer support leader Sarah.

Then went to Diana's, enjoyed free food, discussed pranking with PD, who reckons there were punk kids (sound familiar?) who got caught knocking over rubbish bins and were being made to clean it all up at 2am. I lol'd.

Then home, finished maths homework (such fun), then started hunting for the recently released bootleg for Melbourne. Couldn't find it for free, Beardman agreed to buy it, it was only $10 and I can pay him right back, it's all good. Will burn for Aiden, George, Ms Robbins, and whoever else is interested, it was a kickarse gig. Fraser stumbled home, had one beer and was twice as obnoxious as usual. I don't recall being offered beers at 14, what a jip.

Tomorrow is the last day of school. Naturally it'll drag like a bitch. Prizegiving too, god damn.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven.

'Lo everyone.

I am tired.

Today was excellent, funnily enough. Not often I say that, I guess.

It was a casual day, first of all. This means that I can just wear whatever's closest instead of school uniform, and you get that karma feeling that you're donating to charity blah blah blah girls. They went nuts, naturally. Caught Bernice and Jordan making fun of the funny looking ones. And there were buttloads of poor kids who'd forgotten.

Anyway. The second reason is that technically I only had one real class today, due to a combination of rare good fortune and mad timetabling.

Seriously. Went to school for double spare so I could do lit homework, stressed, bored, blah blah blah, caught up with some kids in the library, then we heard Mrs Dosser was not at school. Goody and I were praying after recess. She didn't show up, so party in the common room!

'Nother double spare. Didn't really do a lot, hung out with the droogs, chilled out, all good. Claire and Isobelle are Dr Who nerds and they're proud of it.

Lunch. It was surprisingly warm outside. So I didn't do much. Isaac kicked a bottle onto the top of the shade thing, it dripped down onto Kelly Scharthingy, pretty funny.

After that, yet another spare as Mrs Ripon was at a conference. Went to the library, attempted to help Alison with her maths stuff, but they were all playing a trivia game and we got distracted.

Next was media, we watched more Slumdog Millionaire. Mrs Robbins is leaving at the end of the year to take up primary school teaching. Brave. I'll miss her, I think, she was alright in the end. Excellent taste in music.

After school, headed down the street, had some chips with the horde (literally, there was like ten of us at one stage), then went to work, where there were only three things. Briefly visited Somerton bloody Park rd, screamed all the way back, then my headphones broke when I grabbed a drink. Chilled out the front of the chicken shop til like 530, then went home, kids were going nuts, my headphones are properly munted, and history homework is dull and will need to be done tomorrow.

On the facebooks, we went nuts. Bernice posted something about school captains (the results were a little surprising, congrats to the kids who got it), so naturally Aiden, Pat and I ran with it. Michael Jackson for school captain 2010! Then Tom J spoiled it for everyone, so we decided to sing Bohemian Rhapsody. Bernice tired of this quickly and deleted the post. Shame. We were having fun. You should have joined in the singing.

So, naturally, tomorrow's going to suck arse. That's just how things work. I can't go to the prom for very long, and I can't go camping with Gav and Dayne cos of work. Going to have to go to prizegiving and suffer through the whole damn thing. Probably going to be dragged to goddamn carols to play.

BUT ON THE PLUS SIDE SCHOOL ENDS ON WEDNESDAY LOL LOL LOL YAY!

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Sunday.

'Lo everyone.

Today was pretty quiet.

Went to work, Guy Brewer has cut off his dreads. Woah. Short hair, cept for one last dread at the back. It's weird. Not a bad day at work, kept busy the whole time, spilt hot oil and stuff on my arm but it's still there, so that's ok. They played a lot of Smashing Pumpkins and Drapht, which was cool cept I had John Butler Trio and Them Crooked Vultures stuck in my head the whole time.

Went home, read some stories for lit, still a bit puzzled on mine. Attempted to start history homework but got stuck, then sidetracked, but apparently it isn't due til Wednesday anyway.

Tomorrow is a casual day, and there's double spare first up, buuut double lit too, and I have a sneaking suspicion I'll have to do my thingy. Plus work, joy.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Here Is No Why.

'Lo all.

So, last night stayed up late, downloaded all sorts of crap from Velvet Underground, Smashing Pumpkins, and Nirvana, should keep me going for a while, I suppose.

Today I got up at like 12:30, finished the biology prac writeup, got through all of Mellon Collie, which is a damn good album, watched Beetlejuice over coffee and more biology homework, and then chilled. I needed to go down the street for money and to find some stuff for the top secret plan, but I'll do it tomorrow after work. Need to do some more bedtime reading for lit too, dammit.

Getting the distinct feeling that by choosing to sleep and rest and not die, I'm missing out. I dunno.

Tomorrow is work and homework, which as you know is my absolute favourite. Knowing my luck it'll be busy all day, there'll be a surprise 30 person table or two, then it'll rain all the way home, and there'll be nothing on this short story I have to analyse for lit for me to look at, plus everyone will be all "LAWL GREAT WEEKEND" and I'll still be dying by Monday. Joy.

Crossposted.

peace.

Friday, December 4, 2009

The Distance.

'Lo everyone.

Like to start off by saying that since myspace is a ghost town (good god, have you all grown up or something?), the blog will not be crossposted there anymore, unless you really start whinging. You can find it directly through msn or go to the public one on blogger, I'll give you a link if you're stupid.

So anyway, today was one of those days where you just wanted it to end so you could go home and chill. These are not good days, really.

Got to school with a flat tyre, why does this keep happening. Double biology first up, had to do a prac involving alcohol and beetroot. Pretty quiet, cept for when everyone was stealing bottles off each other. Punk year elevens.

Recess, not really worth mentioning, I guess.

Then maths, Alison screamed through the work while Molly and I debated what to do for New Years (I say Isaac's, she says Lakes Entrance, so does Alison, but only cos there'll be no older kids at Isaac's [LAWL, kidding]), so I dunno what's going on yet. I know I want to be in town with the droogs, town being either Bairnsdale with Isaac or hanging out with the rest somewhere. Wingram tried to introduce me to screamo. Not going to happen, man.

History next, went over more Russia stuff, Annie and I failed spectacularly at the activity thing because we didn't realise there was stuff on the back.

Lunch. A little quieter. Read the short stories that needed to be read, had to laugh at the kids though. Oliver had a megaphone at one stage though, shouting about the casual day on Monday and generally being an annoyance.

And then lit, April did her thing, did alright, then Isobelle did her thing. There was a theme to her story about the community sticking together to achieve something, which Mrs Dosser jumped on, and she told us how the entire class was too scared to talk, unlike other year levels. Now, where have I heard that before? I couldn't help smiling, she's good, I'll give her that. Personally, the only reason I barely contribute is that everyone else has better contributions to make. Seems fair enough to me.

Then a glorious spare. I'm really hoping we get spares last on a Friday and double first up on a Monday next year. Enjoyed a coffee and some noodles, discussed books with Emma, year eight memories with Goody, and laughed at Sam's emo drawings. He's trying to get all of us down. I picked the guy that was flying, turns out he was hanging himself. I laughed. How fitting.

Then home, bike is being annoying, stole the BeardBike, then work was hell. Things all over the place. Saw Nick outside the park on my way to Valentine crs, what a coincidence. Had to go all over bloody town, sucked so much, but oh well.

Come home, wee bit dead, discussed the super top secret plan with Kelly and Annie, new plan, need to sort out what I'm going to do. Things may be a leettle later than I thought. Hurm. Then retreated to the shed for Shaun of the Dead and biology homework.

Tonight I plan on staying up late to download music, hopefully catch a certain French girl on the msns if she's around, then tomorrow is sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep in. And yes, I've been looking forward to this since last Saturday morning. Knowing my luck, someone will wake me up early.

Crossposted.

Anyway, the end.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Charging Swarms of Mouseketeers.

'Lo everyone.

Another one of those stinking hot days that end up raining and crappy by the end of it. Hurm.

So first up was extended homeroom, and everyone was asleep. I mean, Wiffy and I were half dead, cept for when Lulu and I were chatting about bio. Then chapel, Joy to the World and all that, slept through it, then a spare, which was kinda dull. Air conditioned though. Then recess, nothing interesting.

Bio was pretty quiet, I guess. Rant then a cut and paste activity. Meh. Girls were whinging about year twelve jackets. I don't blame them. Whoever had the idea of having our actual names down the front should have been shot. Stupid idea.

Then lit, Ruby did her thing but Mrs Dosser took over, then Jasper did his thing and Mrs Dosser took over. Meh. Mine will be meh too, I think. Going to give it a bit more of a marxist perspective to the feminist stuff we've been getting so far.

Lunchtime. Had a proper chat with Kelly since Denny was AWOL, which is good, then didn't really do much. Hung around in the shade, mostly.

History was alright, spent ten minutes talking about Rasputin, his death, and his preserved genetalia.

And finally media, started watching Slumdog Millionaire again. Emma and I were sighing the whole through as Oliver whinged.

After school, headed down the street for work, didn't have to visit Domain, but then my chain sodomised itself outside the very last place, which sucked. Carried bike home, made Fraser fix it. Diana and PD were around, got pizza, pretty good. At the moment, having just caught up on my correspondences (check your mailboxes), Fraser's listening to the Dark Side of the Moon (WHAT IS THIS NEW HERESY? WOW), and seems to be enjoying it (BUT WHY JESUS GOD WTF), and I'm looking forward to sleep.

We have like 3 and a half days of school left. This is awesome.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Mirror Ball.

'Lo all.

Wednesday. Joy.

Denny and Ryan rocked up again today, and I remembered that I had to start the top secret operation that has to be done by like next Monday, not sure about post and all that. Need ideas though.

First up was media, watched a couple more films, discussed random stuff. I need to find myself a few sheep brains, some spraypaint, cheap earbuds, and a knife. That'll take care of some of this advertising campaign, oh yes. Might freak some kids out too.

And maths, stuck up the back, got half of the exercise done, more than most of them. I'm starting to wonder whether the stupidity one member of the class is displaying is genuine, it seems too stupid to be true.

Recess. Chilled. Kids were coming back and forth from the library, they announced prizes today. During the spare I had next, checked it out with Tom and Dayne, turns out I won two bloody merit certificates. This means that I'm wasting my evening next week to get two pieces of paper, while some kids take home hundreds of dollars worth of books. Ah well, if I won books I'd probably buy the international studies textbooks or something. Certificates were for biology and media, by the way. Spent rest of spare chilling in common room.

Then lit, since Jasper and Ruby were still lost we discussed Twilight. Mrs Dosser wants to burn the books. I have newfound respect for her.

Lunch was meh, so meh I can barely remember what we got up to. That's shameful, we probably did something cool that I should be writing down.

Sport was meh, populars vs the rest in indoor soccer, wouldn't be too bad if we didn't have heaps of meat shields clogging the field up. Pat and Kirk from year eleven had a brief fight. Not very often this happens. Kirk swung, connected, Pat dodged laughing, Kirk swings again, whole court starts laughing.

Chatted to Sarah and Isobelle on the way out, then home, then work. It was quiet. The potatoes and carrots had already been peeled. There was the stockpot to be washed, but it was surprisingly clean. I nicked off after just two hours. I need more money, hung around asking for more jobs, but they just ran out, so they let me go. Had to take the old oil out to the thingy outside and spilled some, which sucked. They played Ten on the iPod though, yay!

Then home, haven't exactly done a lot. Want to watch The Lovely Bones, but I dunno if I should read the book first or not.

Had an idea at work. A while ago I suggested to Diana to do a photoblog. I figure I could do something similar, seeing as next year's going to be pretty important. One photo per day, with the blogpost, then the photo goes on my wall in the shed. By the end of the year, if all goes to plan, I'll have most of the year stored away so we can look back and laugh in twenty years. Sound good or not? I'm not sure if I'd even be able to continue ye olde blog next year anyway. But still, if any of you lot have any thoughts, comment.

If I go through with it, my christmas list (of crap to buy for myself when it's cheap on boxing day, ha!), is a big iPod, new computer speakers, and a cheapo digital camera. Geeky much?

Tomorrow's Thursday. Can't really think of anything particularly good about that. I need more sleep.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

We're All Mutants Up Here Too.

'Lo everyone.

Aren't Tuesdays fun.

Neglected history homework til the last minute, then Denny, Ryan and I crawled to school.

No assembly today, so double history first up. Spent half the time helping the others, but got my practice thing done. Forgot to hand it up, did we even have to do that?

Recess. Glorious. The droogs were kicking nuts onto the roof, quite amusing.

Then biology, teacher ranted at us about cancer and lipids and tried to remember my name. Music lesson rescued me, wasn't too bad, Mr C reminisced about his days working as a kitchen hand. Good times.

Spares are fantastic. They make you hungry though, people are making food just for the sake of making food, you bastards. Chatted to the kids, watched as Tom got into a brief waterfight with Alison.

Then lunch, chilled out, at one stage Tom had a bread bag on his head (not suffocating, more in a way that he could balance a hat on top), and we scared some of the fresh meat, as today was year seven orientation day. Funny, we're meant to be the leaders of the school, but I don't think it's quite sunk in yet. Still playing can soccer in the locker room, still running around screaming. Hurm.

Media was alright, took some notes, then watched some year twelve's movies. One of them was from Wesley College and the bastard stole half of my ideas for my thing. James' was a blatant Hitchcock ripoff.

Then maths, spent the entire time arguing with Alison, but got all the work done with enough time to sit back and chillax.

After school, headed down for chips with Ryan and Denny, saw some boardos on a maccas run, saw Meg on her way to get books, Denny got this bizarre apple-berry drink. Weird.

Went home, nothing there but this perverse stench cos Beardman burned some lemons. Went to Darling st, kicked arse at Mario Kart, girls were playing this weird thing on the tv with some camera beastie, and free food. Best kind of food.

Right now I gotta get out.

Tomorrow is Wednesday, so it'll be meh, then I'll be working. Might be a late post tomorrow. I hope not.

Crossposted.

peace.

Monday, November 30, 2009

21st Century Schizoid Man/Breakerfall.

Here's Sunday and Monday, kiddies.

'Lo all.

Going to make this really quick.

Work today, it went pretty slowly, time to think, which is dangerous, as usual. Cut myself with a piece of metal in the first thirty seconds, great start.

Went home, studied, I read half of that damn beach book for lit, picked two stories, got a very basic plan that I'll refine tomorrow when I know more about whatever the hell we have to do. And history. Hurm. PD and Diana rocked up, I need to work out this Europe thing. Which reminds me, Amaya should go online more, specially when semi-insomniacs are up on the weekends!

So, tomorrow's Monday, which is always my favourite.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

and again.

'Lo readers.

Ah, I hate Mondays.

Ryan and I reluctantly dragged ourselves to school, caught up with the droogs. Alison was a fountain, Emma groped some statues, business as usual. Spare first up, thank gawd.

Then bio, crash course in carbohydrates and proteins, I think. I'm getting the distinct feeling that bio is just going to be a year of crash courses. Georgia and Akari stole our seats too, so we were stuck up the back. Punk kids. I miss Gavdog and Lulu and Zulaikha and Claire, not that Dayne, Meg and Nemo aren't cool.

Recess, everyone nicks off to the common room now, it's actually pretty good, cos it's all quiet. Caught up with some more people, wasn't too bad.

Then history, got a practice thing tomorrow. Mr Ries gets pretty enthusiastic about it, but he's got a similar approach to what I have, so it's all good.

And media, went over Snatch a bit more. Sick of Oliver's whinging, it's only going to get worse when we start watching bloody Slumdog Millionaire.

Lunch. Pretty slow. Meg rescued Tom and I at one point, then we decided to visit the common room. Isaac, Sam and Hayden were busy sandwich-pressing a banana, which came out looking like a piece of fish, and we made a hasty exit after dumping it in a bin. Then they conquered the top of the lockers til Mrs Clemens stared at them.

Lit was weird, teacher was late, spoke to us for ten minutes, then nicked off. We chilled out, sucks to be Jasper and Ruby who have their talk thingies tomorrow.

Finally maths, kids went insane, chatted to Molly and Alison, who's suddenly super serial about maths. Weird. Maybe she wants to beat Tom.

After school, band, dull, then hung out with the leftovers. Maddy and I became great friends, then it was just Claire and Emily and me, and it was too cold and headwindy to ride home. Meh.

After dinner, band, dull, girls and The Bearded One got trophies, performed in front of everyone. Fraser got best learner or something, because he broke his teeth. And he wants to quit next year, the idiot, they'll drag him back. Caught up with Mrs Lawless too, apparently I'm doing similar subjects to Courtney, hurm.

And now here I am. Signs is on, that was a creepy movie back in the day. I'm kicking myself because I missed the best opportunity ever this afternoon, and now I'm stuck with it. Hurm.

Tomorrow is double history Tuesday, as usual. Can't wait.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

The First Breath You Take After You Give Up.

'Lo readers.

Today, the plan was to sleep in, then maybe hang out with the other rejects.

So I did. Bossman woke me up at like nine, but due to my other plans I had to say no to more work. In hindsight, I'm an idiot. I definitely should have taken the work.

Anyway. Woken up at 12ish by Jess ringing, moseyed down to the centre to hang with her and Potter and Emily, then Leighton and Howie rocked up, we hung out and laughed at the christmas dressups, including the kung fu panda that hugged us all. We managed to waste a good four hours doing nothing. And I mean waste. Bored.

Then home, refueled, headed back down the street and hung out with Jess, wandered around, didn't do much, things got interesting when Nick arrived unrepentant about his watermelon, then we headed past maccas and Fraser's little friends back to her place, and I walked home with all this lightning flashing. Kinda eerie.

Hurm.

Tomorrow is work and homework, my favourite.

Crossposted.

Anyway, the end.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Shijurni Burning.

'Lo readers.

Friday. Thank gawd.

Today was pretty meh.

Double media first up, watched Snatch. Man it's good to hear Massive Attack in class.

Then recess, Gavin and I kicked fruit around, pretty quiet.

Maths was meh, finished the questions while Goody, April and Cooper had a Star Wars trivia thing that Finky was trying to get in on.

Then a spare. In the common room. Jack Johnson and coffee being passed around. Emma and I discussed getting wasted as Dayne and I tried to understand this biology stuff.

Lunch was fairly quiet, went for a walk with Jess, couldn't find anyone, went back to the horde, chilled out.

And then bio, and we had a ridiculous test on chemistry with buttloads of stuff that wasn't even in the textbook. Speaking of which, we were told not to use it, then a question told us too. WTF. So, we used the textbook.

History was alright, had to watch bits of Battleship Potemkin (not pokemon). Looks pretty meh, to be honest, but then it was made in the twenties.

After school, went home, chilled out, didn't do much cos I wasn't interested in homework. Right now Pirates of the Carribean is on, and it's meh. First one was better.

Tomorrow, sleep then hang out down the street, apparently. Hope the rest of you kiddies have fun at Erin's.

Crossposted.

Anyway, the end.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Pretty Vacant.

'Lo all.

Right. Had an idea about what to write but I forgot it.

So, today was Thursday, I think, and I kinda slept through my alarms for an hour. This is very stressful, cos you have to rush and argue about showering and skip essential things like caffiene.

So, was falling asleep in chapel after a lecture on how we should be examples to the school, then biology, and we messed around waiting for a sub, then idly flicked through the textbook to study for this surprise test that we didn't know what to study for.

Recess. Humid.

Double maths was meh, struggled through some mildly complicated questions with my half magic calculator while Wingram exclaimed about me having Massive Attack on my iPod, then asked if I had any Bring Me the Horizon, or some screamo band. Hurm.

Lunch was alright, went out to the Neil Forest to finish some history homework with Isobelle, Emily, and Finky, then it started raining and we went to the isk and shouted at noisy year nines. Well, Emily did. Abuse of power much? I dunno. Oh yeah, and I had a look at the common room that opened up today. Plastics have captured it, they were all sitting around the couches in a line, with Alison and Louise at one end looking awkward, and pretty crappy music blaring. If you're going to play crap like that, we're going to need a strobe light.

History next, went over homework, not too worried. Yet.

And lit, which went fairly quickly, once again we got a feminist reading out of this short story, and we have to pick two more to do 20 min presentations. Oh god.

After school, screamed down the street for work, ran into all sorts of people, and was home before it started raining. Hung out with Diana and PD, got my new kickarse tshirts (need skinny jeans and a vest, I could pass as a hipster *spit*), and then finished some bio homework. Hurm.

Tomorrow is double media, no lit Friday. Yay. No parties to look forward to over the weekend, but meh.

Dammit.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Insignificance.

'Lo readers.

Slow start today, real struggle to get up, then tired all day. Bring on the weekend.

Staggered to school, girls were crying, Kelly was in a car accident this morning. Felt genuine terror, but she's ok, she's texting people. In shock, apparently. Denny left halfway through to go see her. Jesus god.

Still a bit jarred as we went to media, but we started watching Snatch, which made Oliver keep on saying how much he loved it. And yes, it's a good film. I'm a little sad we're going to pick it to pieces until there's no entertainment value and I'll hate it.

Bio next, after some vague instructions we had to do some cutting and pasting. And we were shouted at for not doing the homework that we weren't set.

Recess. Quiet, I guess.

History after that, which wasn't too bad. Russian revolution still seems interesting, once we cut through the meh bit and get to the (Sunday) Bloody Sunday massacre and all that.

Then lit, partnered up with Bernice to pick apart the plot (lol) of a creepy story that seemed to be begging for a Portishead song to be playing in the background. Mrs Dosser seems to have a wry sense of humour.

Lunch was alright, it got really hot, so we played soccer like idiots, then suddenly sport was on and we were playing soccer like idiots. Not a fan of these marathon sessions, to be honest, but I guess it's better than being really bored. Just wish I was a better player, I guess. Afterwards, talked to Claire, decided to go to the pool with Sam, went home to change, swum in pool, laughed at kids we saw, bitched about school. The usual.

Went home, chilled out with Diana, and listened to Binaural. Swapped a copy of Them Crooked Vultures for it with Isaac. Not bad. Bonus track at the end of Parting Ways scared the bajeezus out of me.

So, tomorrow is Thursday. We have a new chaplain (master of sanctity? with a crozius?), who, according to Mrs Ripon is still young and full of hope. I give him a term. He's mucking around with chapel in the mean time, but meh. It's chapel. And Kelly, you be better be ok, and whoever else was involved.

Crossposted.

peace.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

New Fang.

'Lo everyone.

Right. Year twelve. Let's go. Yeah.

Dragged myself to school with Denny and Ryan, bloody assembly first up, they inducted the house captains (too many year elevens in there), and Aiden sung the school song louder than the rest of us put together.

First up today was media, I got sent to notMrJ's office for looseleaf and stuff, sorted out folder, started taking notes on production elements. I'm tempted to start storyboarding a few ads, I'll need at least four separate ones.

Then maths, for five minutes, lent the textbook to Wingram, then nicked off to a music lesson where I cut my lip and discussed unis with Mr C. Good times.

Two minutes of recess, then my first biology 3/4. Mrs Brown. Usually described as a lovable eccentric. Well, I guess it wasn't bad, but I have my doubts.

Then lit, turned that damn short story from Jindabyne into a feminist piece attacking male brutality and selfishness. I'm scared to contribute.

Lunch. Warming up by then. Everyone had nicked off, so off to the basketball courts, where we played a vicious but surprisingly fair game of soccer through a pair of year eight foursquare matches. Kept kicking the ball over the fence though, we're idiots.

History last, with Mr Ries. History looks like it'll be fun, we introduced the two revolutions we'll be doing and made sure we vaguely knew about communism.

Then a spare, finishing the maths work I missed, and annoying Alison. Just like old times.

After school, headed down the street for chips, heaps of kids said they were going down, but they didn't, so Ryan and I just enjoyed the chips. Picked up a new set of bloody headphones, hopefully they'll last a while.

Back home, haven't really been doing much. Not much to report though.

Tomorrow is indoor soccer, and no spare day. Joy.

Crossposted.

peace.

Monday, November 23, 2009

And here we go.

'Lo all.

Strange times, man. First day of year twelve.

Hate waking up for school, Denny and I moseyed to school fairly early to grab the best lockers. Everyone was a bit excited, funny that. Grabbed a top locker outside (allows access over the weekend, much more convenient), and got Mrs Ripon's blessing, then we had a year level assembly where we were yelled at for not growing up and telling on our friends. Hurm.

Got my timetable, holy crap double spare first up, so went to the library and chilled out til that got boring, then wandered around. I'm enjoying spares so far.

Then recess, caught up with the droogs about what everyone got up to, lot more people are terrified of Mrs Dosser, funny that.

Holy god damn, double lit. We read one Tim Winton short story, which was alright, and then picked it to pieces and linked it to Reaganism. Next year will be interesting.

Lunch. Joy. Wandered around, checked out the punk year tens who took our lockers. They're basically our equivalents, which is good. Make us proud, kiddies.

Maths next, with Mrs Ripon, who was ok. I need to find myself a good spot, I think, stuffy classroom. I don't think I'll have much problem with this class.

Then media, went over what we'll be doing, briefly discussed Pearl Jam. We have two new kids in the year level, one is a girl from Emma's old school and the other is Jasper's matey, who's in our media class. So is Aino from Finland.

After school was band, dull, Aiden was pumped for whatever reason. Stayed too late talking to Claire, then had to go down the street, ran into Sally, then home, checked news, band again, bored to death, and now here I am.

Tomorrow, not sure, think it might be an everything day, but I know I've got another spare 6th, which is cool as.

All you rellies reading this, don't comment about little alexander growing up, because everyone is still freaked out about it. I know I am. Bring on the holidays.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Pearl Jam.

'Lo all.

This might go for a while, we have a lot of material to cover.

So, Friday morning, got a lift to the cinema, made sure I had my ticket, saw Ms Robbins at the station, caught a bloody bus to Traralgon. It took like an hour cos it did a loop of THE ENTIRE BLOODY DISTRICT. Seriously, we went through Heyfield! Anyway, got the right train, trip was pretty quiet, definitely getting more pumped when we arrived in Melbourne, though it was stinking hot.

We decided to have a look around the stadium first, did a loop around. The Ten Club line was already filling up, but our sections were relatively empty. Krispy Kreme for donuts and drinks, then we figured we had nothing better to do since we couldn't spend much money.

Got some merch, picked up a tshirt, and Aiden and I got one for George. Fairly expensive, but then, $45 here, $35 for a Billabong one or something. There was a Collingwood Pearl Jam shirt, I lol'd. Headed back to our little area, which was filling up very slowly. They had separate queue areas for the good field and the back field, and the good field was getting packed surprisingly quickly.

By four in the afternoon, there was about two dozen people in our bit, and they had to open a second bit for the other queue. Shame water was so expensive. We were pumped. Then a bald man came out to shout at us, and we got armbands, and then the gates opened, and we (very calmly, lest we get kicked out for running) walked to the fence, as close to the middle as we could.

If I may draw a diagram;
bugger it diagram didn't work on blogger. We were in the middle of the pitch, near the middle of the stadium, on a fence. We could see everything, and there were two huge video screens. We had a speaker tower on our right as well, so we could hear everything really well too. After grabbing some pizza and a shirt for Meg, Liam Finn and his friend rocked up. Crowd was fairly quiet so far, ten deep around the bars.

So, Liam Finn was pretty good, the girl played a lot of percussion, and he did drums and guitar, but not at the same time, lots of looping. Surprisingly good, like a mix of White Stripes and Portishead. They went nuts at the end with a theremin, he dropped it at one stage. Good warm up act.

Ben Harper next, played some new stuff. Fairly rocknroll, very skilled slide guitar stuff. Figure I might grab some more of his stuff. Aiden nearly wet himself when Eddie came onstage to do a cover of Under Pressure.

Waited a fair bit for Pearl Jam, Canadian (?) girl behind us said they wouldn't be on til 9 (WHAT), but they came on around 830, with some piano music. Launched into a slower song, Elderly Woman-, which was pretty good. The video screens were all up in black and white, pretty cool.

Then, "alright, here we go" from a still sober Eddie, and then Corduroy (ZOMG but no Interstellar Overdrive riff...), Animal (nearly screamed myself hoarse, this is a good singalong), and then Got Some from the new album. Mad light show. Went a bit slower after that, dedicated Brothers to the support bands, and Amongst the Waves for the surfers.

Then straight back into it, Even Flow for another big screamfest, with a maaad guitar solo, Oceans from the first album, Lukin was like a burst, then heaps of green lights for Green Disease, which I found I knew the words to. Force of Nature was pretty good from the new album, then Present Tense, which was way better live than the studio version.

Next up, Gonna See My Friend, dedicated to Nick Cave, and Given to Fly, dedicated to 'Mark' (MATTY!) Richardson from Richmond, pretty cool. Eddie messed up announcing the next song, instead of Glorifed G we got Daughter, which we shouted, with a chorus from Another Brick in the Wall at the end, which was so cool!

Then they played Glorified G, which is alright, good riff, and The Fixer, which the people next to us seemed to be looking forward to. Then... omg... Do the Evolution... Think we might have scared the people around us, Aiden and I went nuts. Holy god damn.

There was a break then, and Eddie came out to do a Neil Young song, and a pair girls behind us went nuts, singing along. Something for everyone. Just Breathe was another one that is better live than in the studio. Ben Harper came back on then, slide guitar solo on Red Mosquito, and a duet on Indifference, which was pretty cool. Then they broke out Ten, we sang along to Jeremy, they did Deep, sang along to Why Go as well while a security guard threw water around, and Porch, which was cool. Then another encore break.

Liam Finn came out for a duet on Throw Your Arms Around Me, which was cool, whole stadium roaring, then Black. Very, very, very cool. Broke out Spin the Black Circle and Aiden and I basically broke our necks headbanging. Then the riff to Alive, omg, whole stadium singing along, then Baba O'Reilly as the lights came on (great chorus), and then after checking on the crowd, they finished up with Yellow Ledbetter and kicked some footies into the crowd (Stone messed up, lol). As we climbed out of the stadium, ears ringing, we found an empty bottle of Jimmy, so there were definitely a few happy people in the crowd.

Closing thoughts: There were no brootal scene kids kicking up a deathcircle, thank gawd, the security guards with water was good, and despite a lack of Betterman and Rearviewmirror, we still got Alive and Do the Evolution. They were on stage about 2 and a half hours, they're saying about 45,000 people rocked up (stands were half full right up to the roof), and yes, the roof was shut.

Met Katie and James outside, saw Ms Robbins, hung out at their friend's apartment until the traffic died down, then went to another mate's house to crash after Letterman.

Awesome night.

Next day, woke up fairly late, Krispy Kreme again for donuts and coffee, then Katie left us at the station. Fairly quiet trip back to Sale except for some teenage girls who were standing at the end of the carriage on their way to Briagalong. Back home, dumped my stuff, checked news, then off to the cinema with my backup mask on, snuck in the front of the line.

Facepunch - **************
Awesome.
The Twilight Saga: New Moon -
No. Slow. Cheesy as hell. Bad, bad, BAD acting. Embarrassing effects (that is NOT a werewolf), and too many shirtless guys. Nemo seemed to enjoy it. This is a bad movie and you shouldn't see it. I wasted $14 and two hours on it. Fun to laugh about it, until you realise that.

After that, maccas, hung out with Alison, then home to resupply, met the droogs by the hospital, made another new friend with a confused looking and generous man, then we walked to the rowing sheds as it started raining to get a taxi to Sam's.

Paranormal Activity - *****
Yeah, I liked this one. Definitely kept up the tension through the whole movie, and the end was creepy. I want to go see it in a cinema still. Still, Isaac went a bit nuts, screaming, it was pretty good.

After that, chilled out with a few brewskis, then crashed.

Woke up today, watched South Park, played a bit of COD42 (I suck at console fps, can't aim), then we jumped in the pool. Decided to go to Sale early for chips. The wind picked up, and we went inside. Then it started pouring like a bitch. Like, sheets of rain. And then it was gone.

Got a lift home, Diana came round, discussed unis, chilled out, and then I retreated to the shed.

Buffalo Soldiers - ****
This one's good as well, though it's a bit light. It's fast though, and definitely worth seeing. I liked the training exercise.

And then discussed subjects with some kids, and checked out some reviews of Friday night. Apparently it was really, really good, says a lot of people, though a guy down the front puked in the mosh.

Right now, I'm enjoying the last few hours of year eleven. Tomorrow is when we start year twelve, how messed up is that? Double spare then double lit though, good and bad.

Apologies for the length, if you read through all that you're a champion.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Tertiary Tour.

'Lo readers.

We're all about alliteration here.

So, yeah, no post yesterday, was stuck in Melbourne.

After whinging about the buses (one went to one place and the other didn't, then there was a minibus), I got stuck on a meh bus. Lots of girls and couples. They put bloody Gossip Girl on, of course, and I had lent my iPod to Pat. Brad revealed he's a big fan, so him and Oliver (in a snappy hawaiian shirt [and you know what they say about that]) traded insults.

Monash in Churchill was alright, had a look around, didn't see much of the residences, but we saw the medicine facility with legs and arms in goo, which was awesome.

Back on the bus, half of us had neglected to grab food. Pretty boring all the way up, specially since they put god damn 17 Again on.

Next up was Swinburne, I think. This was pretty cool, they had escalators, one of the guides was cute (the other was faaaaat), and we got showbags! Woo! The residences were cool, looked pretty expensive, and they had lifts. Will be keeping an eye on this one I think, it looked good.

Another bus ride, on to Melbourne Uni, in the middle of the city. Looked a bit worn, but good information, I guess. Walked through the sports facilities to some of the residential colleges (fancy), got a look at some of the rooms, got free food, then we went to the hostel.

Oh god. Ten million bored, hot, stupid teenagers roaring through this building, up and down stairs, meddling in elevators, discovering the roof ("zomg, you can see forever!"), then the pool tables down the bottom, then away we went to RMIT.

Since it was the end of exams here, there were heaps of students sitting around drinking, including a couple of goth chicks dressed up and a guy in a velvet jacket. Some of the jocks joined a bball game, then we had a look through some of the buildings led by some ex-Grammar kids. Looks pretty good, I'm interested in finding out more though. Then they let us loose on Lygon st, and we went to the gelati places (lines were too long), so we went to 7/11, noted bastion of multiculturalism, for slushies. Mad slushies. We sat around enjoying the evening, then walked all the way back, and none of the cars hit us. Some kids had bought huge watermelons for an eating competition.

Back at the hostel, we snuck back in, while the teachers captured one of the watermelon kids, who promptly skitzed. He had some good points amongst the swearing. The entire year level was clustering on a balcony, or by people's windows to hear the tirade. We lol'd a lot. Then lots of wasting time, Wingram watched Family Guy, Oliver and the rest played bloody magic, and teachers wandered around looking at us all sternlike if we poked our heads out the doors. Crashed before one, I think.

Then this morning, wrenched awake, decided against visiting the roof again, went downstairs for breakfast and coffee, then away we went again. We got a bit lost on the way to the Bundoora (not Bendigo) campus for LaTrobe, which didn't seem too bad at all. Very big though. We got a show-folder? off them, which was cool.

Next was Deakin, which looked blindlingy new and expensive looking. All the buildings seemed to be named after chan boards. The accomodation there seemed ridiculously exclusive (200 kids only), but cheap and damn good. It all looks fancy, but we didn't see much of the facilities. I dunno. Keep an eye on this one too.

Short bus trip over to Clayton Monash, which seemed ok, residence looked good, and all the facilities look good on the inside. They have like a shopping mall, it was pretty cool.

Then the long bustrip home, Meg and Jess squabbled about getting away from the front, Meg ended up next to me and Jess had to go back to the front, and we discussed gossip (jesus I'm behind again), and laughed at all the couples. Wish I was in the minibus though. Should have swapped Aiden for me.

Back home, less noise but more annoying, not much in the way of news, though I'm pumped for tomorrow.

Speaking of which, tomorrow there won't be a blog post, as I'm getting up early and going to Melbourne again. Going to see this little band called Pearl Jam, I've heard they put on a good show.

Crossposted.

peace

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Nobody Loves Me and Neither Do I.

'Lo all.

So, today was school. The most amount of work we did was thinking about a poem. It was pretty good.

Watched the bonus features on this Live at the Garden dvd, realised I've now got 2 gigs from the Madison Square Gardens, about 30 years apart. Interesting. I had to laugh at Bushleaguer.

Anyway, went to school, we have a new homeroom that isn't one of the fancy year twelve rooms, which sucks. As long as I can access my locker on the weekend, I don't mind where we go. Speaking of lockers, cleaned mine out. Feels good to chuck all that crap out.

History was a bit scary, got the first exam back. I passed, which is good, but the class got shouted at because we didn't 'show off', which is why we all got low scores. I dunno. I put the facts in, but I don't show off, so I lose marks? Meh.

Then a spare in the library, we laughed at Ryan's graphics exam (he used a banana and honey in a suggestive way and was rewarded for it, well done that man), then rushed to the book sale, picked up some biology loot from Grace Anton and Beth Goodsell.

Recess, got some literature loot off Gavin from Emily Ross, then didn't do much.

Lit was scary, exams back (B!), and we had a poem read to us, which wasn't too bad, then we were told we had Ms Dosser next year. Oh god. Half the class had a heart attack, stupid Oliver laughed. I'm doomed next year, man, doomed!

Media wasn't too bad, got another exam back (Emma beat me by a handful of marks again!), went over that. Going over exams is excrutiating sometimes.

Lunch was fairly boring. Sparkles everywhere for some reason. Had another look at the book sale with Tom, our stuff hasn't been bought yet which sucks, then gave Bonnie's psych textbook to Pat. We laughed at how beat up it is.

Maths. Quiet. Tom is the best Gen F kid in the year, and Emma's not far behind him. Brenno mentioned me as well, but I got beaten on both exams, so meh.

Finally bio, and I passed this one too! On a roll. I beat Claire, she whinged about a question on bilby's ears, and we all laughed about the testes question. Stupid exam, really.

Dragged the contents of my locker home, chilled out, watched Borat, listening to Them Crooked Vulture's album again. A lot of keyboards in it, which I barely picked up the first listen. Still an excellent album.

Now I have to try and load up my iPod with it for tomorrow, cos we're going to Melbourne to check out universities and get ourselves banned from going within 100m of Lygon st, or something. Plan is when we get to Queens thingy, we ask about the band incessantly.

So yeah, no post tomorrow night unless I steal someone's hiptop. Don't like those things anyway.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Chase the Devil.

'Lo readers.

First of all, I forgot yesterday's movie review.

The Blair Witch Project - **
Yeah... nah. Not that scary, you have to suffer through all this crap with whiny yuppies and boredom, but then it gets real good. But it's too brief. I dunno. Not enough scares for that much filler. The ending is excellent though.

Anyway.

Today, went to Traralgon with Diana, picked up new pair of boardies and another Pearl Jam dvd (this one had Ben Harper on it too), and Diana got a fancy massage. So many bogans, since most of the kids were at school.

Then home, chilled out with new dvd, it's a good performance, cept for some reason I can't seem to get stereo working on the tv.

Then band. Meh. Ben filled me in on what happened after I nicked off at Jason's (I lol'd), and how mozzies ate him alive at sea kayaking. Poor bastard, should have picked rock climbing.

Tomorrow is school, but I don't think we'll be doing much work, thank gawd.

CAN'T WAIT FOR PARANORMAL ACTIVITY ARGH.

Crossposted.

peace.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Asteroids.

'Lo readers.

Not much to report today.

Dragged to a shindig down at the swing bridge, pretty dull, stuck in the front rank, pretty painful. Then Beardman and the girls trawled the market, Fraser loudly abused bogans from inside the car.

Got home, chilled out, watched The Machinist again, Diana dropped in, going to Traralgon tomorrow to go hunting.

Talked to the usual suspects, Jess is dragging everyone to the pool in the morning, might drop in, I dunno. If it's hot.

So yeah, that's my tomorrow. Feels good to have no school.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Fix Up Look Sharp.

'Lo everyone.

Hot today.

Not much to report. Stayed up late last night hunting for Kyuss torrents, and then woke up around one today. Feels good man. Went down the street for supplies, picked up Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels, and The Blair Witch Project.

Lock Stock is still cool, soundtrack is good too, and then watched Black Hawk Down, which is still bad arse but drags at the end. Next up is Blair Witch.

Tomorrow, gotta thingy down at the swing bridge, if I survive getting eaten by mozzies I have to tell Diana I'm busy Saturday (forgot about Aiden's New Moon bodypaint raid), maybe Monday.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Where It's At.

'Lo all.

Posting slightly more subconsciously than usual.

Anyway. Day off. Not much to report. Got half of the DJ Hero soundtrack last night, and it's surprisingly good. Lot of Daft Punk.

Spent today listening to that and chilling. Then work, which was really quiet. Chatted to Lenny, left around nine.

Back home, Diana was asking about blogs and Fraser had a pair of hookers with him, and asked me for money. No comment.

Tomorrow, not doing much. Might go for a drive with Diana, and I'm hoping my dvds come in. Don't really want to spend any money though. Ah well.

Crossposted.

Anyway, the end.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Auxin you good.

'Lo all.

Finished exams now, thank gawd. Don't need to worry about them for another six months.

Got up this morning, dragged around with the media kids, then away we went. Not a bad exam, though I ranted a bit and forgot what the ACCC stood for. Meh. I know Emma's beaten me, and Bernice. Ah well.

Then recess, chilled out, and then dug in at the library. Took ages to print off a practice exam, but we got there in the end. Isaac and I whinged about it for a while, then they kicked us all out. We surmised it was so the sevies could get their mandatory ten minutes of sunlight per day. Funnily enough, we were straight back in there, flipping through the textbook while Sally attempted to study.

Away again, this time I got a window seat. They held us in for five bloody minutes. The exam was actually easier than the practice stuff, though I finished with forty bloody minutes spare. Aiden dropped in around the end, pointing and laughing at us through the window, the bastard.

After school, headed down the street, picked up a pair of dvds, then work, which was very quiet. Spent ages hunting for a missing package, but they said they were picking it up tomorrow anyway. Waste of time. Had to drop into school, scared Sally and Agnik. Lawl. Caught up with Diana on the way home, Fraser's being a dick. He's fourteen, which just makes it amusing. Can't take him seriously.

So, back home, chilled out, found the $6 tees site, and watched Dazed and Confused, which is damn good. You lot probably wouldn't like it, but it's still good.

Tomorrow, the plan is sleep, then work. Oh well. Least there's no school. 4 day weekend.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Blah blah perception blah.

'Lo readers.

I do enjoy sleeping in on a school day. Woke up late, caught Amaya on the msn during breakfast (she's doing well, made the same mistake twice though, you stupid! And it's a ranga, lol!), then checked second announcement for the BDO.

Shocked and disappointed at the blandness. They were rumouring The Dead Weather, or Vampire Weekend (meh) or Foals (still meh). We got Jet (lame) and a buttload of mehs. Simian Mobile Disco and Phrase are mehs. Oh well. It's a big day out, at least, and Tame Impala will be damn good.

Off to school after that, it was pretty quiet til I hit the study room and Isobelle and I started going over quotes I knew I'd forget pretty quickly. Tom was watching Nirvana in a corner, Emily was rolling around, and everyone was rushing in and out looking stressed. Oliver was teaching Jake Magic, god damn.

Then the exam, such fun. Screamed through the essay, then realised I was running out of time and had barely quoted the rest of the play. Bugger. Conclusion was a bit rubbish. The two passage things we had to do were brief but to the point, dammit. Excellent feeling leaving the hall.

Hung around a bit after that, then walked down for food with Emma and Oliver, who was ranting profusely about bloody Magic. Chips were good, saw Jess and Molly on their way to go bikini shopping, then Emily and Isobelle on their way to Emily's pool, then we got moving. Damn dvds haven't come in yet, but we hung out with Molly and Jess, went to the jewelery shop in the centre (do not smashandgrab, do not smashandgrab, do not smashandgrab), then Molly left and Jess, Oliver and I wandered around til I nicked off to check the news. Ryan dropped in to pick up a dvd, we checked out the special controversial scene from COD42 (COD6?), which was bloody but underwhelming.

Anyway. After all that fun and excitement, chilled out in the shed studying for media, fairly meh. Think I've got the hang of it all. We'll see.

Tomorrow is the media exam, funnily enough, then the bio exam, then the exams are all done. Joy. I'd celebrate if I wasn't working Friday night.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

What fools these mortals be.

'Lo all.

Sick of literature and sick of A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Anyway, spent today going over notes, read through the whole damn play again, and saw Emily and Isobelle down the street. They just kicked psych's arse, good for them.

I found all of Them Crooked Vulture's album on the youtubes for streaming, and almost all of their tracks are definitely going in the playlist. However, right now my playlist is too big for my iPod. Guess I know what I'll buy myself for christmas now.

Yeah, not a lot of interesting stuff today.

Tomorrow, lit. Woo. I want it over already.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Mutually Assured Destruction.

'Lo readers.

Right. Exams. Woo.

So, after condemning textbook (there's a good reason they're not inflicting it on the year tens next year), off to school, chill with the droogs, then we were in. Luckily, no real difficult questions, just one asking for your opinion that I may have misinterpreted. I like history. The essay wasn't too bad, ranted for two and a half pages about Berlin and Cuba, went pretty well. I think.

Recess, discussed exam with everyone, then when Emma and I headed off to grab our lit essays, trapped and abused by both Ms Henry and Mrs Cartledge. "Tuck your shirt in!" "Take your jumper off!" "No tshirts!" "You're adopted and nobody loves you!" Still, got an A on my essay, that's two As in lit so far.

Study sesh in the maths room was quiet, discussed lit and travel and music and movies with Isobelle, Ryan, Emma and Bernice while Tara and Clare argued. It was like that bit in Anchorman where they're smiling and giving each other death threats. Both crazy, must be the Bairnsdale water.

Lunch was good, Sam was feeling generous, then everyone went on the warpath against some rowdy year sevens who were having a waterfight. I swear we had more respect for the year elevens when we were in year seven. Maybe it's cos we were afraid of them, maybe it's because they were actually mature...

Anyway. Maths exam. Pat and Tom were squabbling over a drink bottle, then away we went. I may have screwed up two questions, but I don't really care. There were buttloads of ants on our bags because Pat had left half a roll for them, the bastard.

After that, down the street for KFC, saw Jasmine, Sam's trying to get everyone to play runescape again, and tried to con Denny into getting Supreme Commander going again. What the hell is going on...

Dragged to band, had tea there, had a chat to Mr C, since some of the Traralgon people were there. Pretty meh, the eupho player was a bit too enthusiastic.

Right now I'm teaching Fraser how to abuse Facebook through spam and explicit images. Muwhahahaha.

Tomorrow, day off. I plan on sleeping then feverishly reading as much of A Midsummer Night's Dream as I can. This exam will be interesting. Not looking forward to it. Just wish my dvds had come in. Ah well.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Supreme Commander.

'Lo all.

It's getting hot again.

So, woken up by Wiffy and Tom, who wanted Nirvana dvd and Half Life, then since I couldn't get back to sleep, onto the study. The folder had better stuff than the textbook, but my notes are lacking a bit. Ah well.

Denny and Sam dropped in after lunch, we rode to Aiden's, conned him into playing Denny's new game. I watched bemused. It's basically Age of Empires times a million. Huge maps. Pretty dull at times, but oh well. Went home, more study, got bored, played GH, felt bad, studied more, got bored, here I am.

Pumped for TCV album next week, and picking up some more movies. Which reminds me:

Ninja Scroll - ***1/2
Another anime classic, apparently. Not bad, made a bit more sense than the last one, still kinda messed up. Like a dwarf shooting wasps out of his back. Meh. And it's way better with subtitles.

Tomorrow, going to smash history, then finish maths. Just gotta stick around at school in between, dammit.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Hand Springs.

'Lo everyone.

Work today, such fun. Pretty quiet, specially at the end. Went down the street, picked up Nirvana live at the Reading Festival dvd.

So, went home and watched that while reading through the history textbook, which is so helpful for ONLY ONE OUTCOME ARGH. The dvd isn't bad at all, but the tuning is so awful it's painful at times. Ah well.

And then checked the news, half watched Independence Day, Isobelle got facebook so there was ten thousand things about that, the poor girl.

Tomorrow, more history study, going to try and break into the folder and dig out the important stuff. I think it'll be good though.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Breathe.

'Lo all.

Right. Exams again.

Denny rocked up this morning to eat our fruit, the bastard, headed to school early and joined the queue for spare batteries. Then lined up out the front of the hall, just missed out on a window seat, and exammed. Maths is fairly easy when you've got the calculator and a magic textbook. Only question I had any trouble on I got right anyway cos it was a trick, and Jordan's a genius.

So, chilled with the rest, finished my history thing, went teacher hunting, and since the horde all seemed occupied with themselves (cept Ryan, who was pissed cos he forgot his exit pass), I left. Went for a drive with Beardman, picked up Ghost in the Shell, Akira, and some ninja movie for $20. Awesome.

Went home, chilled out, then Denny dropped in to take my Pearl Jam stuff, and eat more of our fruit. We decided to watch a movie since it was taking ages.

Akira - ***
Well, it's dated, and the dubbing isn't good. The pacing is pretty slow, by the end you just want it to hurry up, but some bits are pretty good. The start is pretty cool; movie would be better if it was more about cool motorbikes and less about grey freaks. The ending is disgustingly messed up. I might have to watch it again with subtitles, cos hell, the dubbing is distracting.

And no, I'm not much of an animoot fan, other than Ghost in the Shell. That's a good movie. Might go watch that now.

PD and Diana dropped in with Janine, had a chat, Fraser was a dick about getting food, discussed veiled racism and pranks. Going to have to try putting jelly things in the pool, might have to have a go at the oxycetalyne in the lights too, that might be fun.

Tomorrow, work. Sleep. Study for history. Meh.

Good to have something to concentrate on, I think, less stuff to whinge about.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

No More Psych.

'Lo readers.

Right. Back into exams. Woo.

Kept up last night (nothing wrong with The Smiths at 11, but Jethro Tull at 1am is pushing it), then dragged myself up in the morning, time seemed to run out as I finished the last practice exam.

Stood around flipping through the textbook, making sure I knew what was better out of variable interval and fixed ratio reinforcement schedules (the latter), then away we went. Had no real trouble, some of the questions were just fill in the blanks. One required you to be creative, I better get it right. Finished with a good half hour spare to stare out the window at year tens who waved and laughed at me. Bastards.

Recess was a relief, but I was buggered and unprepared for the lit practice thing we had next. Pulled the whole thing out of nowhere, bits of it probably won't make sense, but oh well. At least it's an attempt. Then off to the library to discuss Daria.

Lunch. Chatted to Ryan, Hayden was a dickhead, and Leighton was surrounded by a harem cos it was his last day. Poor bastard. Had a look at the year twelve jackets, they'll look alright, but I dunno if they're worth $80 if we can only wear them on Wednesday.

Maths was pretty meh, attempted to help a reluctant Alison with Jordan, Brendog shouted a lot, business as usual.

Then a proper spare. Zomg. Oliver, Emma and I hung around outside, then into the study room in the library to chat to the rest until Emily discovered how good the acoustics were. Hasty exit.

After school, work, which was fairly quiet, cept for a few punk kids who thought I was Fraser. Briefly went home to check news, flipped through textbook, then went to Diana's for food. Pretty good, too.

And now, after finishing the history thing, gotta do this 'easy' lit thing, then bed. Woo.

Tomorrow is the first maths exam, but after that I can go home if I'm feeling antisocial (and I usually am). Sometimes it's good to not do mainstream english, though it's a bit risky.

Hurm again.

Crossposted.

Anyway, the end.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Give me a reason.

'Lo all.

Once again, we better make this quick.

Today I studied. I'm sick of practice tests. Did them all day. Fairly dull.

Fraser rocked up this afternoon with his ears pierced, and sparkly, ranting about getting spacers. I lol'd.

Not much else to write about, so back to the study.

Tomorrow, going to murderlise this exam. Then the lit practice exam. Then history stuff at lunchtime, probably.

Crossposted.

peace.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Mind Eraser, No Chaser.

'Lo all.

Day off today, for the Melbourne cup. Much appreciated, if a bit useless. Completely missed the race. At least when we were at school we'd stop classes early to watch it. Meh.

Didn't do a lot today. Spent most of it in the shed with a coffee and the psych textbook, but that dragged after a while. Too windy outside to go down the street, not that anything's open.

On the interbutt, Them Crooked Vultures were giving away a free track on the iTunery, and it is awesome. Cannot wait for this album. I'll call it my post-exams present. Found heaps of interesting looking stuff on a sharethread, might download it tonight if I can stay up. I'm ridiculously tired, have been since Friday, so I dunno.

Tomorrow, need to go down the street, but I'll probably spend the entire day going over notes and practice tests. I am pumped for this damn exam. Going to kick it's arse. Need to write a thing for history too, can do that in the morning I guess.

Hurm.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Maelstrom.

'Lo all.

Going to be quick tonight.

This morning was quiet, Denny and I explained our grand battleship plans to a bemused Ryan, then all these people came up to congratulate me. WTF.

Bio first up, pretty quiet, NEED TO EMAIL THING TO MR BACON DAMMIT.

Then psych, very quiet lesson, just Clemmo and I. Scary. We had a chat, still kinda awkward.

Recess. Slinging insults at people. Fun.

Lit next, fairly meh. Got into a class discussion (shock), Mrs Cartledge was so excited.

Then maths, Jordan and I nearly finished the revision questions. We kick arse.

Lunch. Dull. Sam made us all play the zombie game, then went down and wasted time.

Then history, started assessment thing, no one had done any research, Ms Henry wasn't happy.

And then media, had to talk to the class about oligopolies, pretty meh, kept getting interrupted. Discussed Full Metal Jacket with Pat, awesome movie.

Got home, PD and Diana dropped in, had a discussion about my future, as the Beardman got more and more wasted. He's reeling around pissing Fraser off at the moment, going to retreat to the shed in a sec.

Btw, signed up for Lockerz. If anyone wants an invite to a site where you get free stuff like iPods for serious reals, comment or email or something.

Think Amaya should come online.

Tomorrow is a glorious day off, going to chillax, finish this history thing, and sleep in.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

A Clockwork Orange.

'Lo everyone.

Well, that was interesting.

So, work yesterday, pretty quiet, half an hour before I could go I got so bored I lost myself in a storeroom.

Get home, get showered and ready for a bit of the old ultraviolence. Walked up, got some odd looks for the cane, then saw Potter and Louise on the corner in their outfits. They looked like hookers on the streetcorner, trying to get cars to toot. I think that's what they were going for.

Get to Jason's, meet up with the droogs, Aaron looks creepy as hell, Jason looks like a hooker, Jake's got a very very messed up mask on, Hayden's in a dress, and Isaac's got a bright orange jumpsuit. Girls looked pretty good too, Jess was a bit off her face already as a witch, Meg was a cat, Nemo was a pixie punk rocker. An old acquaintance came up and apologised profusely.

Then the rest slowly arrived. No one could take Aiden seriously in his batman suit (it was designed for a fatty, we concluded), Sam looked really scary with blood, gasmask, and giant bloody pickaxe, Kelly was a devil, Erin looked creepy, and Alison was an angel.

Lotta year nines there as well, surprised to see Ben Lawless as a nerd. They kept to themselves til we broke out the poker, which I didn't join. I've learnt my lesson.

Anyway. I was fairly responsible. Made a new friend called Jane, got to know her fairly quickly. Buttload of year tens rocked up from another party, they were unamused. Jason's mum went nuts at Josh Darby, and suddenly everyone was leaving, cept Sam and Isaac who were ridiculously wasted. Guess I was sorta sobering up by then.

Tagged along with Jordan, Alison, and another new mate Dylan, who were all a bit wasted to walk across town by themselves. We were headed to Jamie's house, but he was sticking with the others. Took us a while to get there, stuck around for a bit, then I headed out with Alison and Jordan to meet Alison's pommy mate. I said bugger it at that point, retreated back home to scare Beardman.

I should have stayed at Jason's a bit longer, I guess, but hell, the cops didn't get me, and I'm still alive. Very, very good night.

Made better by no hangover in the morning, of course. Arms were literally covered in mosquito bites. I look diseased. Well, more than usual.

Spent day trying not to get distracted on the internet, finished bio, finished media, nearly finished lit, and dunno what to do for history. Dunno what to do for a few things. Damn VLA.

Tomorrow's Monday, probably another bitchfest, there usually is. Meh. I'm tired. Not interested.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Catch Hell Blues.

'Lo readers.

Today, I visited the show. But I did not go on any rides. Damn teachers. Damn weather too, it must have hit 30o, then it started pissing down!

Anyway. Get to school, everyone's a bit pumped, and it was warm. Went over to showgrounds with the media class, got lost with Oliver and Ruby, and did some reconnaisance. Not interested in paying $10 entry + $8 rollercoaster + other rides. Need to save money for Pearl Jam, among other things.

Then bio, which is revision. The NEAP practice exam had at least two questions that had the wrong answers on the answer sheet. I don't trust NEAP.

Recess, Lulu got a pair of cakes. She was so excited because Claire had given her the new Michael Buble album. Happy birthday, man.

Lit, everyone was terrified and relieved. Handed mine in, more work for the weekend to do, then we watched more movie. There was lesbian mudwrestling and a surprising amount of nudity. This movie is nuts.

Maths was a test, easy until the last question, which I did thrice and still am unsure about.

Then lunch. Awesome. It was getting damn hot, and humid, but there were clouds coming over. Patrick had decided to try and break his 800m record, and Aiden and Sam decided to try too, Aiden in barefoot. Idiots. Chilled out on the concrete for the rest.

History, more work for the weekend. I've got to write a thing and a presentation for media, then a prac report for biology, then a set of literature questions, then work on this damned history thing. Hurm.

Psych was good, spare in the library, Isaac, Hayden, Ryan and I just chatted on the couches. I'm enjoying spares so far.

After school (GOT MY FIRST A IN LIT FOR THE REVIEW YES), went down the street, found a cane for $15 (which will get more use than a 2min ride), then caught up with the droogs. Ended up in KFC as it started pouring. Hayden has a pretty party dress, which will look amusing.

Get home through the rain ("not going to the show now" "nope"), check news, chill out. Sorted out costume too, Alison agreed to do the eye thing, which is good.

So, tomorrow looks busy. Work all day, then off to Jason's in the evening. Need to get a few pictures, hopefully there'll be a few girls sober enough to take lots. And hopefully there won't be too much whinging, been far too much lately. Everyone needs to chill out, and get smashed.

No post tomorrow night, I'm afraid.

Crossposted.

peace.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Thursday.

'Lo all.

Tired. Ridiculously tired.

So, woken up far too early, then realised I'd forgotten my history books. Wrote it down on my hand.

Rode to school, Denny seems in good spirits despite nearly exploding his head from a migraine the other day. He had Jellea Beans. There is no real difference from real beans.

Chapel was dull, except for the chaplain calling one girl cute, and a flashy thing on the other side. In homeroom we had to vote for the prefects. I really hope I don't get picked. Also shouted at each other over year twelve jackets, the vocal minority seems to have picked the lamest design. Ah well.

In bio, we finished the textbook. Now it's just revision, joy.

Recess. Meh.

Double maths was as fun as always. Got some revision on everything done with Alison and Jordan, talked to Jasper about movies (he may be a dick, but he has good taste), and Emma and Jordan tried to teach me how to do makeup. It makes no sense. You're all insane. If it wasn't for this costume I wouldn't bother ever. Why would you do it every single day, hell.

Lunch was good, Denny and I got food to shut Oliver up, we made a large mess, swapped stories, the usual.

Psych was a spare again, so went to library to read the paper and chat with Shona. I've noticed that they've turned a lot of book I've read in the past (ie, Magician, Max Ride, Redwall) into 'graphic novels'. Hurm. Max Ride was a bloody manga.

Then lit, Cartledge seems to have gotten message that I'm terrified about this essay, though the rest of them were surprisingly behind. I reckon I'll get a C+, or a low B. Got to watch more cheesy movie, stupid half naked man was riding an obviously fake tortoise. We laughed. I wonder if there is a limit to how many jokes one can make about getting 'love juice' smeared on people's eyes. Maybe this stupid play really is a comedy.

After school, headed down the street, no canes, shops shut early for some reason, and then home, and then down the street again for walk. Had a buttload of deliveries, maybe I need a bigger bag. Saw Shona again ("ZOMG VAMPIRES!" "... uh.. yeah, cool...?"), then Pat and Ryan (we laughed), then Cameron Lucas, then Ruby looking lost with some flowers, and Alison who was whinging about costumes. Then Aiden was lounging against the library, we discussed exams and the show, which I rode past. All the rides seem ridiculously close together, it'd be funny if they crashed into each other.

Back home, Diana and PD were around, got some mad loot (FOR SALE - GANGSTA GANGSTA ROCKSTAR HATS), including a Zep tshirt and Monster shots (will have to show Jess), we discussed show rides and stupid people at airports.

And this evening, cleaning up lit essay. I forgot my history books again, dammit.

Tomorrow, hand in essay, maths test, Pat's going to try and break his 800m record, and might visit the show, I dunno. No one else is, disappointingly.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

A Hard Day's Night.

'Lo all.

I have just finished my lit essay draft. Woo.

So, this morning, bitched about aforementioned essay with Ryan, still no exam timetable, which is getting scary, and we had to get our hats marked off. Nazis. *joking don't banhammer me*

First up was bio, took notes, pretty meh. Have to write a report over the weekend, dammit.

Then media, another report to write over the weekend. Joy.

Recess. Quiet. Lotta kids bailing on the show.

History was quiet as well, we have a report to write soon. Probably be over the weekend too, dammit. Oh well. I can cram on Sunday.

Then maths, revision. Tom and I helped the usual suspects, who were arguing over names for their year twelve jackets. I'm going with Fordy because I'm unoriginal.

Lunchtime. Pretty meh til Pat found a soccerball. Brings back memories, though I don't really remember the game being played so fast. I still suck. Can climb fences though.

Cricket was pretty meh, getting a bit better, but we lost by 27 runs. Hurm.

After school, screamed home, got another hundred words on the essay, then off to work, where a wombat was under the deck. Wtf. Work sucked, there was a function and a show and all these bourgeousie people going to watch the symphony orchestra. I wanted out early. Ah well.

Home again, finally finished essay (1260 words, need to add to conclusion I think), and chucked on the bibliography. Mrs Cartledge seems to have accidently forwarded my email exchange with her to the entire class. Hurm.

Tomorrow, double maths, prefect voting, work, picking up a cane, and Diana and PD and Dempsey are coming back to Australia, so that should be fun.

Crossposted.

peace.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Stretched Linen Over Contorted Bodies.

'Lo all.

Hurm.

Nero's Day at Disneyland has the best titles.

Got to school this morning, almost exciting cos we got to sit up the back in assembly. Soon as it was over, Ms Dyke yelled at us. Meh.

Then psych, pretty scary. Just Shona and I sitting in front of Mrs Clemens trying not to make any noise.

Lit was scary too, I'm worried about this essay, but we'll see.

At recess, had a look at the rollercoaster. They've got buttloads of sick rides this year, the problem is going to be money.

Then media, have another essay to write, joy. Music lesson was pretty meh too, expected to do more work there too. It can wait.

History was meh, went over sheet, took notes. Nothing to write home about, really.

Lunchtime. Fairly bored. Bugged Alison, got a hat off Sam (mine now), business as usual.

Maths wasn't too bad, in revision mode now. Emma and I listened to music. Not too fussed about the test coming up, will have a good cheatsheet. Even if it's done the lunchtime before!

Then bio. Claire and Meg showed me pictures of me sleeping (which is creepy), then Claire was in a mean mood, making fun of Jack and I. Not Gavdog though, cos he's in the choir, not just the men's chorale. Meh. She has red hair lol.

After school, headed down the street with Sam and Emily, got a $70 boiler suit for $30 (AWESOME!), bowler hat (bit too small), and some chips. Got home, halfway through essay (700ish words!), and the costume looks good. Need cane, suspenders, cup (not sure about this one), and the eye makeup, of course. Should have a look for a bigger bowler hat too, I suppose.

Tomorrow, cricket, work, finishing essay. Should break a thousand words tonight, I'm not really planning on sleeping.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.