Saturday, November 20, 2010

Valedictory, etc.

'Lo everyone.

Right. You'll never guess. I'm tired.

Haven't really done a lot this week.

Went to Annie's after a couple of games of pool with Denny, it was a girl's night but we were invited to "gatecrash". Wasn't too bad, I suppose.

Next day, valedictory practice, lot of standing around and walking in and out. Meh.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt 1 - ***1/2
Faithful to the book in that there's a lot of boring camping and angst. But some nice subtle humour, and the opening is very cool. I'd swap half the camping to fill in some more blanks though. Nick Cave on the soundtrack, my jaw dropped. Gets another star just for that. Hopefully when the next one comes out they'll have a back to back screening.

After that, Aiden, Pat, Denny and I headed down to maccas. Isaac bought a burger in his stormtrooper outfit (at the cinema we had a halo guy, Harry, Hermione and Ginny, and Aiden was Draco but with pink hair (?)), then ran for his train. We decided to build a burger from scratch after watching mudwrestling. Did not know that pickles cost 30c. Got threatened with being kicked out, so we tried again at KFC. Pat managed to score some free chips.

Next day, suit up after driving the beardmobile around, meet everyone else. Most of the girls scrub up pretty good, as usual, except for the oompa loompas. Denny had a top hat. Service thing was dull, off to the hall. So hungry. Got some free food, listened to the speeches (they mentioned me and Ms Kulkewicz's adventures in year eight, and embarrassed the chaplain by mentioning April and Jasper's chapel exploits). Got a free Zeppelin book.

Hung around afterwards drinking beer and getting bloody photos taken. Ducked out around eleven to meet with everyone else at the pub. On the way, Isaac and Hayden got a talking to by some coppers for running around with a trolley. Isaac then shouted that they should find some real crime, like Scooby Doo and Batman. Hopefully they didn't hear him.

Get to the Star since Jack's is packed, jagerbombs, get some underagers in to have a look, then over to Jack's to hear the band murder the Violent Femmes and awkwardly make eye contact with the teachers who had also sought refuge there. More kids got kicked out, not cool I guess.

Kas next, Tom decided to hang around with Isobelle and his milk, caught up with Bernice and Clare and everyone else, and briefly saw my St Pat's buddies. Guy with a guitar was rocking some Chilli Peppers. Pretty meh. Saw Daewoo and Georgia, then headed out again to Ringadings.

By this time, I think we were all very drunk. Saw Skot and Cheesy, had a good discussion, and then Cheesy's mum. Danced, laughed at the stupid pickups occuring, and drunk an awful lot.

Suddenly it was 4am and the bouncers started kicking everyone out, so we left. Made sure Daewoo staggered to the motel, then made the long walk home. Everyone else seemed to get home ok, which is good. Walk in the door, flick on the lights, and Tom's on my floor and Isobelle's on my couch. Hurm.

Get up around 930, make sure Tom got to the train station, and practically collapsed. Isobelle and I found some breakfast, deconstructed the night before, then she nicked off. Caught up with Ryan and Bernice, who both had 4am maccas runs.

Bad Boy Bubby - ****
Deliriously twisted. Just when you think it can't get any weirder, it does. Very Australian too, plus the by the end the band was practically The Birthday Party. Good film, but definitely not for the faint hearted.

Tomorrow is probably work.

And so ends my time at Gippsland Grammar. Finally.



Tuesday, November 16, 2010

*vaguely media related title*

'Lo everyone.

Title's a cop out because I'm tired, sue me.

Feels good to have finished secondary school properly, I must say.

So, since we last spoke, I've hit Ringer's twice, watched a film or two, and smashed media. Plus I may have had a couple of people around to celebrate said smashing.

Diana and PD came home Friday, which was awesome. Good to catch up, Demps is getting way taller.

Went out Friday with Steve, Meg and Jake, we ran into Gavin at Jack's, which was surprising but awesome. He was out with the outdoor ed people, and all of them were recovering from a week spent with the year nines. Poor bastards. Wasn't a bad night, I suppose, lot of St Pats kids out.

Next day, hit the study. Watched Slumdog. So sick of that film. Watched Rage, two of my favourite songs were on. Angus and Julia Stone were predictably stoned on the couch. Got a call from Meg and Jess, figured I was bored, briefly visited Ringer's again and met some bloke called Brad who had his eye on Meg ("dude, you're cool... you got to go to school with these chicks? woah... dude, you're cool..." repeat ad nauseum). I extricated myself soon after, went home, slept in, and did even more study. Guess who's sick of Guess Who's Coming to Dinner. Found a cover of Portishead's Glory Box by Powderfinger. Actually kinda cool.

Then Monday, watched Snatch, headed down to school, caught up with some kids, then once more into the breach. Couple of questions were a little iffy but I think I recovered alright. Everyone was just happy to get it all done, cept Ruby and Belle since they've got one more. Headed down the street with Oliver, then cleaned up the shed and sorted out the yard as people started arriving.

Diverse crowd, but it was fun until after midnight. I think they had a good night. Since we were double booked, Fraser and a horde of year nines in suits and makeup briefly dropped in, stood around awkwardly looking at us drunken year twelves lounging around the fire, then most of them left. Fraser's closer friends, who I figure are probably sane, stuck around for a while. Still very amusing.

Had a thrilling game of boxhead, then things started winding down, and there was whinging and depression and puking and whatever. Shouldn't be so meh, I suppose, but screw it. Eventually, it ended up with Pat and I yelling about music and singing along to Muse songs while Denny, Jess, Sam and Dayne played the n64. Jess pwned at marioparty, very amusing. Then Pat and Sam went for a maccas run and we watched The Mummy. Managed to sit through all of it too.

This morning, staggered awake, made sure the kids who stayed over were alive and got to whereever they needed to be, then cleaned up the yard (surprisingly little mess, just a crapton of bottles), and headed down the street for supplies.

Had a driving lesson when I recovered, I really really need to get my Ps, then checked out some suits for the valedictory (more than almost any time, I am reminded why being a stick figure sucks). Kinda accidently bought another season of 30 Rock, and hit Video Ezy like a freight train.

The Fountain - **1/2
Trippy visuals, but it makes no sense on first viewing and really seems to go nowhere. I think there's a five minute sequence towards the end that would work as a Tool video. Reminded me of Requiem for a Dream messed up with Splice. Still interested in seeing Black Swan and whatever Aronofsky salvages out of Wolverine. Interesting director, I'll give him that.

Btw, the stupid on facebook is goddamn toxic, you should be ashamed of yourselves.

Now, dear readers, what do I do. There's a few things that need to be done, but not much to write about. I don't want to put the blog on hiatus, but neither do I want to write every day about nothing. Hurm. See what happens.

This week has the new Harry Potter film come out (for some reason we're going as breakfast???) and the valedictory, then Brad's on Saturday. Got a lot of stuff to sort out. Hurm.

Oh well.



Thursday, November 11, 2010

Caged and Frozen Still.

'Lo all.

It's been a while, I suppose.

I'm sick, I've got a cold, it sucks. Unfortunately, this saps motivation to study. Not good.

In the last week I've watched too many movies, and gotten myself properly addicted to 30 Rock. Which is also not good in an exam situation.

Anyway. Spent most of the week recovering and idling, went over some practice exams, usual drill. And thanks Threadless for the cheap hoodies, liking the White Stripes one.

Se7en - ****
A little predictable towards the end. A fun ride, very gorey, nice soundtrack, Morgan Freeman. Can definitely see the development Fincher had between this and Fight Club.

I should really go see the Social Network, shouldn't I.

The Men Who Stare at Goats - ***1/2
This is a very silly film. But hey, it's my kind of silly. Only problem is it seems to double back on itself and it kind of goes nowhere. But I can't argue with the main premise, which is all the crazy government conspiracies about weird crap in the military. Surprisingly awesome film.

I probably watched some other films, I don't really remember. Days are starting to blend in on each other again, not good. Need to snap out of it.

Today was hell. Woke up late, went over some historian quotes (useless, in the end), go to ride to school, and the bike has a goddamn flat tyre. I suppose it's the first one in almost six months, but still! Walk to school, meet up with the history kids, start bouncing off walls.

First question was about WW1. Soooo gooooood. I reckon I smashed it, except I kind of barely mentioned historiography in the essay. Still. Expecting higher than 40 for history. Well. Hoping.

After that, chatted to Emily, Isobelle and Annie about hot actresses, grabbed a crapton of maccas, then got a lift home to get work stuff. Rush back down the street, I'm told I'm not needed til sevenish. Goddamn.

So I spent an hour catching up with Meg and Jess and Jess'ss airconditioned house. They were watching Mean Girls. So much more respect for that movie now that I know Tina Fey wrote it, and The Janitor's in it.

Then back to work. And we got hit fairly hard, it was a RAAF function. Still, kept on top of it, Sammy helped out too, it was awesome. Wish I had more of that chicken though.

Walk home, everyone else is at the cinema, and planning on heading out. I got no booze, and no ride out to Longford, and I'm hitting the pub tomorrow night anyway, I think. Stayed home and watched a doco about Powderfinger, which wasn't bad.

Tomorrow is my day off before hardcore media revision. I will spend it watching 30 Rock. No regrets.



Saturday, November 6, 2010

I Drink Your Milkshake.

'Lo all.

As usual, I'm very tired.

So, yesterday, got up late, decided to avoid study until Monday, and did next to nothing all day. And it was glorious.

Headed down to Jack's to catch the live band with Denny and Emily, then everyone else turned up. Denny's hair had been straightened, he looked like an emo Beatle. Annie and Emily spectacularly lost a game of pool after just one shot (that takes skill).

Since that was dull, headed across the road to the Star and chilled on the couches with JAGERBOMBS. Had a game of pool with Pat's rules while some other people put Miley Cyrus on the jukebox. Bastards.

Kas next. Pretty dead. Floor was too sticky. So, again, chilled on couches, said hi to Goody and Lester, then we got bored again. Denny, Sam and I went to Legends to say hi to Jason while the girls went to Ringer's. Sam won ten bucks from a pokie machine. Visited maccas on our way to back. We had an indepth discussion about something, I can't remember. The crazy bitch on the door let me in this time. Strange.

Walk in, see Mewha, and we catch up. Spent half the night perched next to a barrel laughing at random crap and dancing with Alison to that damned Dynomite song. Got nicely tanked. Very amusing evening. Annie and Bernice were trashed at lights, so Sam and I walked them home, then crashed at like 4.

This morning, I woke up at like 7 still wasted, which is not a comfortable feeling. Finally woke up again at like 1230, Sam haunted the spare room til about 2, then got a lift down the street. Haven't really done much since.

There Will Be Blood - ****1/2
Woah. The pacing's a little off, sometimes it just seems to drag, but woah. The last scene. Creepy, creepy preachers. Excellent film.

Tomorrow, work. Joy.



Thursday, November 4, 2010

Good Night, and Good Luck.

'Lo all.

Oh, what's that literature? You wanted the crap kicked out of you? Well, I guess I'm not doing anything else at the moment...

It's done. And done so hard. Man. Passages were a lot easier than I was expecting. Went in chilled, agonised over Keats, but then wiped the floor with Hedda. Feels good man. Went out smiling, chatted briefly to Dosser, who figured it was a "fair" exam, then down the street for chips and deconstruction with Ryan and Emily. Best chips ever.

Hit Jack's with Emily after for a game of pool or three, since she had such a great time just chilling in there with Denny earlier in the week. She tried Guiness, and enjoyed it.

Good Night, and Good Luck - *****
Woah. Understated but awesome film. It just builds tension so well, even though you know what's going to happen. Tony Stark and wife plot seemed a bit tacked on, but still. The ending seemed genuinely powerful, and hell, I agreed with what he was saying. One for the Mad Men fans, this is right up your alley.

And now here I am. I have nothing to do for a week, other than revise for history. Gonna try Ringer's again tomorrow night. Meh.



Wednesday, November 3, 2010

1000 Fold.

'Lo everyone.

I wish I had more interesting things to write about, but I don't.

I wrote a lot of essays over the last few days. It's not fun having to churn them out.

Maths exam Monday and today. Had to take a couple of guesses, but it all turned out alright. Confident.

Can't say the same for lit, but I'm going to go in and do my best, etc, etc.

Anyway. Time to rock n roll tomorrow. Then pub to celebrate. And chips. Best chips I'll have ever had.