Thursday, September 9, 2004

'The lucky holder of ticket number 77 won, randomly (kind of) a bag of swag, including...a rare, limited edition empty Halo 2 metal box signed by Marty O'Donnell.' [Bungie]




How much would that suck, seriously. I mean, 'Wow..I am officially the luckiest, coolest, Hal fan alive, I mean, its not to be released for-oh crap. It's empty. I hate your life...'

lol

Apologies for not posting. Harlequin and I have been rather tied up with assessment.

I'm just glad it's over. Today was overrated...I think.

Wait. No, it was just crap.

Physics exam first, which I could have easily passed if I hadn't been so dispassionate about it.

Now that's a real kick in the teeth. Completely forgetting that the Physics exam, for the first time ever, has a history section, and then focusing soley on the maths.

And then losing heart.

..and then giving up.

Then, thanks to the bright sparks of the Academic Department, there was a period roll today, so instead of having an Ancient Exam directly after Physics, I got to walk right out of one science exam and into my Chem Prac

I handed it in half finished. I just couldn't do it. Everyone in that class is going to pass it, and for the first time in my life, I couldn't complete a practical.

..I just don't get it. All my other practicals were bounteous sources of easy marks [Not Deutschemarks], but...I just don't know.

*sigh*

Thanks to reasons I cannot divulge, I was unable to attend the practicals.

I was supposed to talk all of this out with Mr Conaghan [who, has for the first time this year, actually listened to me when I said, 'I have no bloody idea what you're talking about.'

For example. A few days ago, just after completing a little time on the chem practical, Price and I were walking around.

We pass sir,

'So boys, how'd you go with [that bit of] the practical?'

[Me] 'I honestly have no bloody idea what's going on, sir.'

Sir looked directly at me, and then physically turned to face Price and said, 'So Pricey, how's that back of yours?'

What. The. Hell.

I was completely blocked out. This sort of thing has been happening all year, just minor things.

Like, it's a habit of his to generally ask how people are going.

Whenever he goes through my row, he asks everyone to my right, skips me, and then does everyone to my left.

Meh. It's over now. I'm probably just a bad student or something.

I think it's irony that everyone just assumes that I'm academic. It's a sort of a grisly interest thing when people ask what marks I'm on.

Their expressions go from 'what the hell? That can't be right' to 'I'm being very supportive' in two seconds.

Ah well, my system, fully supportive of the Le Chatlier's principle, has renewed my average equilibrium. An extra concentration of 'meh.'

Anyhow, moving away from the point. I'm sucking at Chem and I found out something interesting in seminary.

Pride is a sin, pride as in a heard-heartedness and distaste to all things, a rejection of God etc.

There's another type of pride, hatred of self.

Looks like I'm going to hell. That's one equilibrium my Le Chat has never been able to sort out.

English Orals went well, I performed well I suppose. I'm hedging my bets, especially after my crap feature article.

*sigh*

Headache's back, and I still haven't typed up all I wanted to say.

I missed out on the chem tute because Dad wanted to take me in town and drop a CV off.

Honestly I don't care about my marks at the moment. It's just...meh.

Hopefully I'll get a job, the manager at Australian Geographic seemed to like me.

Job interview next Wednesday.

I have a Chem exam tomorrow..I may do well.

My Ancient Exam basically consisted of total mental blank. I had a Global Service activity which caused me to be late from lunch. I spent half an hour writing 400 words from scratch on a topic that I could barely remember.

*sigh*

At least I got to wear free dress today. Even though I don't have any decent clothes. I had to borrow one of Dad's shirts, which he keeps saying, 'well, you can keep that.'

I wish he'd stop doing this sort of thing. I'm grateful for it, I love and appreciate him for it, but he keeps spending money on me.

For instance, Art. I needed a paper shredder for my new piece, and I mentioned it in passing, and how I was worried about it.

Three minutes later Dad comes out with this mess of paper, bank slips etc, and says, 'you know, now that you mention it, your mother and I need to shred this stuff. It's just not safe to simply toss it out.'

So we drove all the way to Big W and he got me to choose one out.

We just don't have the money, but he keeps doing random things like this. Mum too. I mention in passing, something that's happened and they come up with some excuse to buy something they obviously don't need, but I do.

After dropping my CV in, I had my glasses re-shaped so my clip-ons would fit properly and then we went to Mc Donalds with $10 Dad gave me.

They have this new $5 meal thing that has a cheeseburger, sundae, frozen coke and medium chips.

Tom Makim just finished work and we had a chat.

'You see, I got an OP 3 and I get to work at Maccas, and Coolabah over there. What'd you have today?'

'Physics exam, chem prac and ancient. Including normal subjects inbetween.'

'The ****? That's ****ing crazy. It wasn't like that when I was there last year.' He looked me up and down. 'Did you just have a ****ing growth spurt?'

Then we have a random conversation involving me have special elastic pants that lengthen to suit my height, lol

Appreciated..

Evan, the Art teacher aid, built the box part of my Art piece, and I'll hopefully have it done on time.

I'm tired, my parents want me to watch Johnny English, night.
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Monday, September 6, 2004

'Something tells me you haven't come to apologise for dismantling my room, brick by brick' [Men In Hats]



Alex Rosynski has come up with the most brillian idea in the history of his ideas.

[that includes using an empty coke bottle as an imitation phallus and jabbing people in the arse with it during choir]

Take note Tour is happening this year, and with it the legendary TNT shirt.

The seniors generally choose the design, and Alex chose Triplej's Beat the Drum logo.

How awesome is that?

It also means that we're eligible for the Triplej beat the drum competition.

http://www.abc.net.au/triplej/events/beatthedrum/category3.htm

So, sweet.

We'd win a couple bands for our Valedictory dance at the end of the year.

Aside from all that, school went reasonably well. I have no idea how to do all of my assessment at the due time, but it will sort itself out.

The english oral thingy is coming along well. Meaning I still have to memorise about 4-5 minutes of stuff and organise lighting.

Crazy.

All before wednesday.

One Physics exam down, another one bites the dust.

Right. 9pm. I'm tired, you have my offering of the day, back to your pens.

Free Mobile Phone Credit left: $189.40
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Saturday, September 4, 2004

'Jonesy is two pints short of a brewery if you ask me.' [Scary go Round]


Last night was excellent. Corey promised a 'box link up last night, and I managed to go. I really needed something to unwind, and playing till 2am hit the spot. I'm not even tired.

Spoony, friend of Corey's with 'box, Ben [Corey's older brother], Phillip and...next door neighbour guy.

I'm bad with names. lol

Well, Corey friend and I just rocked their collective socks. It was fun for a while, and then it gets on your nerves when you're sitting on 35 kills, and an 11 year old brags about killing you.

Just because I started the game surrounded by blues and killed them all. I had no shield and one red bar. And then Phillip respawns while I'm reloading and my shield starts to fill. He kills me, doesn't notice the grenade that I dropped, and dies.

But he proceeded to brag. Non stop.

o.O;

I don't know whether to be flattered or..annoyed...

Y'know, if I don't find some decent players, I'm going to develop a massive ego. And it's going to suck when the ego gets horribly deflated.

Anyhow. Ben was hilarious. 20-something adults who have only ever played Wolfenstein 3D, are incredibly amusing to play Halo with.

'What?!? Why are their so many buttons! AGH! GUY! Kill him! Kill him! No, wait, don't look at the sky!'

lol

It was hilarious until he started shooting me. Owies.

Still funny.

We played Red Dead Revolver until 2 in the morning, and it was good.

Wee~

I finally got the paper shredder for Art today, but my assignment has been neglected because I wasn't able to use the computer until now. And now I have to use it for english, because it's more pressing.

I'm going to die a horrible, horrible academic death
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Friday, September 3, 2004

'Is a portion of the service history written in blood and interspersed with rebel slogans?' [Scary go Round]



Hooray! My billions of fans set me billions of questions!

Unfortunately for my billions of fans, I had to cull a lot of them and select the top six.

*cough*

Q: What time to you go to bed at night (and who would you like to sleep with) ?

[A] School nights I generally go to bed anywhere from 20:30 to 21:00.

Early to everyone but me and my family, I know. It just is I get up at 5:45 every morning for Seminary.

(Wouldn't you like to know? ~_^)

Wait. Nuts. You do. Hm. Well, I'm not certain. I'll be a mugwomp and sit on the fence by saying I'd like to go to bed with my wife.

Q: If you could record a greetings message for aliens who approach our galaxy, what would you say ?

[A] An excellent question. My answer would be a short and simple one, 'Keep of the Grass.'

Q: Would you ask someone to give you a massage or a rub ?

[A] Sure, why not? I usually don't have to though. When I was absolutely exhausted and collapsed at one of the tables in our area for a nap, I was awoken by Hannah giving me a back rub. Soooo gooood...

Q: Who is the lost Muppet and where is he/she/it hiding ?

[A] The lost muppet is obviously Sam, from Jim Henson's original muppet children's show, 'Sam and Friends.'

Sam was definitely the original hand muppet, and was recorded to be as Jim's favourite. I'm not aware of Sam's current location, but he is probably on display in the muppet hall of fame somewhere.

Q: Tell me something about me that I didn't know you thought about?

[A] Ohoho! *devilish laugh* ~_^

I'm going to have to cheat you out of that one, I'm afraid. *evil snicker*

Q: If you go from 'here', where do you end up?

[A] The other side of the sun, obviously. lol

Seriously, I'm hoping that I will go and study Forensics. That way I'll have an interesting degree, instant employability, and the ability to go on to medicine if I'm still interested.

Along the way, I'm hoping to get Loaded published. If I can't, I'll take a leaf out of Matthew Reilly's book and self-publish it.

Keep sending me your questions, and I will keep answering them. One way or another. Tomorrow is a very, very, busy day.

NB: The steamroller represents how I feel about the amount of work right now. It is, in fact, not intended to be a humerous anecdote to my day. Trust me.
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Thursday, September 2, 2004

'This car is a Yugo, and it's pretty old. Do you think it was involved in the Balkan's war?' [Scary go Round]


Hm. Rather than actually bother with a real entry today, I'm going to take a cop-out and create a question/answer segment.

[Apologies to Mimmi]

Instead of thinking this to be an excuse for me to bludge and read The Hogfather, think of it as..um...a way to get to know me better..?

[Ancient exam was good. They're always really interesting]

I'll kick us off.

Q: Liam, how did you grow to become such a manly, attractive individual?

A: I believe my daily breakfast of 10 Weetbix and daily consumption of Socialist propaganda are key parts of what constructed this beast. Affectionately known as Lamblor.
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Wednesday, September 1, 2004

'Arr! Not a quarter! He'll be dancin' for hours now...'


QCS is over now, and the real work starts tomorrow.

I have a total of 10 pieces of assessment due over the following two weeks.

For now, my incomplete english script:

Today was a special day for Tommy. His father was taking him to work. Tommy’s father said Woomera was like a prison for animals that think they’re people.

‘It’s feeding time,’ said Tommy’s father. ‘You can help!’

‘Hooray!’ Cried Tommy. ‘Hooray!’

Tommy followed his father through the gate and past the big red trucks.

‘What are they for?’ He asked.

‘Well the bad hippies from the Greens get excited over nothing.’ Said Tommy’s father. ‘When that happens, they try to break into the zoo. So we get the fire trucks to hose them down off the fences.’

Tommy nodded mutely. The Greens had stolen all of his Christmas presents last year.

Tommy turned and followed his father. He was starting to give the food out. All of the captives were already waiting in their cages.

Tommy saw that there was something wrong with them. As his father gave out the food, Tommy noticed that they weren’t eating. They had sown their lips shut!

He was worried.

Tommy had a sister that had a lip ring, and she couldn’t eat for days! She was also into crazy things like rock music and wild ideas like individualism!

His mother had said it was something for ‘hip young things.’

Tommy noticed something interesting. Even the old ones had this new fashion.

If no one here could eat, who would eat the food?

Tommy asked where the children were. Surely they would be hungry!

Tommy asked his father, who was snatching a book of philosophy out of a young man’s hand.

‘Well,’ said his father while tossing the book aside, ‘all the children are at the bottom of the ocean.’

‘Are they having a big party under the sea like on the little mermaid?’ Tommy asked excitedly.

‘No. They’re dead. Their evil parents threw them overboard because they didn’t love them.’ Said Tommy’s father. ‘Our Prime minister made the right decision and put the evil people here.’

‘Those horrible people!’ Said Tommy.

‘Exactly!’ Said his excited father. ‘Remember to always vote Liberal. Always’

‘Why?’ Asked Tommy.

‘Because they keep these queue jumping terrorists in line!’

‘I will vote Liberal.’ Said Tommy, mesmerised by his father’s fervour. ‘As will all my friends.’
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Tuesday, August 31, 2004

'I'll crisis you!'



Well, it looks like the years 2006 and 2007 are going to be real blights on Downland's senior record.

The Honour blazer, something that I worked hard for and thought to be a symbol of effort and achievement, is now an excuse to 'get one' over those stupid seniors and question their sexuality.

Stupid year 10's.

The worst thing about it was that they continued to say the same thing over and over again, and then attempted to lift my wallet.

Bismarck and I had about ten of them [boys and a couple girls, checking out their 'hot' and 'macho' future husbands] surround us in the open air corridor that leads to the bookroom.

It's my fault really, I should have just walked on.

The most frustrating thing about it was they didn't actually do anything that warranted a kick in the nuts.

Just kept on making pathetic innuendos about how being a part of the Arts and Cultural community instantly makes you a faggot, and apparently serving others means you bat for the other team.

That's news to me.

I'm too nice. I should have at least slugged one of them and attempted to mess up the others. I just needed them to say something, at least do something.

One of them pulled my wallet out of my blazer, I took it back, and then another tried to snatch it out of my hand, literally pulling on it as though we were playing an obscure game of tug o' war.

I made as though I was going to tackle him, a quick, short start towards him, and he instantly started crying out 'no physical contact! No physical contact!'

Bunch of wusses.

It's not just one isolated incident. This sort of thing happens at least once every couple days.

But they're too smart [most probably too stupid] to take it any further. They never take it to the level were I [at least in my mind] had the moral high gound to pin them to the wall with a steel crossbow bolt through the humerous.

Dangling a couple of centimetres above their ground, feeling their own weight force their vital organs to be rendered in two.

I'm violent when I'm angry, so shoot me.

It was a great way to start the day, being held up by a bunch of short bogans, five minutes before QCS

[QCS went well, I wrote a ripper of a narrative, which I'll prolly type up later. Multiple choice was hard.]

After school, I start to walk down the front to the bus. It's a fairly long walk, through the trees that were planted when they built the school. Really pleasant.

So I'm walking down there, quick march because I wasted some time talking. I pass a group of 9/10's, who are in a deep conversation about something or other. I get to probably about 10-15 metres in front of them and the hilarous game of 'get the honour-blazer pinner' starts.

[Low muttering]

'Hey, look at that honour blazer pinner.'

'Yeah. The faggot.'

'See if you can hit him with a pinecone'

So they start throwing pinecones at me. Now, these aren't your regular tiny pinecones. These are the painful, six inch diameter open pinecones.

They start whistling past me, at head-height. Lucky for me I can sidestep pretty well, but one clipped my bag, and the rest suddenly went from headheight to bouncing along the ground.

I hate these people so much.

I'm going to propose at Senior Committe that the honour blazer will be suspended for the years 2006 and 2007. It saves the school money, and it prevents complete bogans from getting them.

I'd be quite happy to announce it at assembly or mass. Just for the sheer satisfaction from seeing the looks on their faces.

The report would be as follows:

It's a shame to know that 75% of Downland's year 9 and 10 students are arrogant and sickenly sarcastic strumpets.

Most of you know that already. Teachers, students and parents alike are feeling the brunt of unadulterated arrogance that is being fuelled by unbridled amounts of testosterone.

Back-chatting, abuse, cynicism, disrespect and above all, arrogance, is what makes up a year nine or ten student at Downlands college.

I'm pretty sure that you're quite proud of that fact.

The seniors of the school don't appreciate it either. If we had our way we would have approached the school board and requested that corporal punishment be reinstated, but we're refined and cultured people, so we can't have any of that.

We did pass something to the board.

The Seniors of this school who have acheived an honour blazer have found that they have been treated with high levels of abuse from the year nines and tens.

This abuse has been physical and verbal. Rubbish has been thrown, along with such comments as, 'see if you can hit the honour blazer pinner'

You know who you are. I can see you sniggering about it right now, after all you did 'get one over those seniors.' Obviously you are now the coolest person in the world because you believe abuse is hilarious.

Trust me, we think it's funny too. Every time you strut around, making passes and questioning the sexual preference of those who wear an honour blazer, we think it's funny. Pathetic name calling and sarcasm are obviously of high value to Centrelink.

After all, they'll be the one's giving you the dole three years from now.

I know you think it's funny that a senior is standing up here and giving you a harsh rap on the knuckles, and you're thinking that you'll use this speech against me with your witty one liners and clever sarcasm, but trust me, there are consequences.

As of now, the seniors of the years 2006 and 2007 will not be able to apply for an honour blazer.

I'm sorry. Actually I'm not, but you get that. If you disrespect us, you don't deserve the level of distinction.

It may not matter to you now, but when I pass you while you're in a drunken stupor on the street, I'll decide whether or not it matters to me if you deserve the loose change from my pockets.

Harsh, I know, but if you have been in the same situations as me, you'd appreciate the bitter gall that encapsulates those words.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to play Morrowind. Or watch some TV. Whatever.

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Monday, August 30, 2004

'Anything for the public good.' [Aram. Be very afraid]



01: Tired.

02: Now on with our heroe's perilous adventures.

Hm. QCS tomorrow. Maths B exam completed without any stress whatsoever.

I have to add some more stuff to my art assignment.

The sad thing about this week is that for two days we have the most important exam of our school lives...

...and yet it's the bludgiest week for the rest of the term.

Curse out hypocritical teachers.

..and their little dogs.

We were told to go home and relax before the exam, so I did. Lots of Morrowind. I'm actually bothering to do the main quests now..

..AGH! Wasting an hour-two hours inside the first Dweomer ruin, completely clearing it out, I mean completely, and not finding what you were looking for, is not fun.

What's even less fun is manually changing your map, retracing your steps for another half hour, finally making it back to the first cavern and exit to the outside world, only to find another ledge, with another entrance.......with the stupid little Dweomer puzzle box sitting on a shelf...

*collapses and dies*

..at least I went up a level I suppose. And found 40 Dweomer coins

...Wasn't I supposed to de-stressify?

Whoops.

lol

EDIT:Wow, one away from 1000 visits. Probably do something special.

Meh. Later

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Friday, August 27, 2004

'No, leave the memory sticks in there!! Wait, what are you doi- AHHHH! No my eyes! My world is RAM forever!' [AppleGeeks]


Aha! Art assignment finished.

Mm, The ART of guiding, hilarious.

Well, the title is. The rest is a perfectly normal report of how I managed to engage my subject audience at the Downlands Art Exhibition.

At the moment Maths B study is my priority, and then I'll do the homework that has been set. It'll be a long day, but I'll read through Xenophon: A history of my times.

Mr Wheatley [Affectionately know as DJ Owen or Sponsor of hot greek action] approved of my use of Primary sources last time, so I'm hoping it'll help this time.

I might also wedge in some Morrowind playing. Dad needs to finish his 3 uni assignments too, so I'm thinking he needs this beast more than I do.

Also Dad rang Ergon Energy to ask about the power supply and mention the cazy stuff our computer has been doing.

EG: The monitor goes on standby while the computer is working perfectly.

'Oh right that. Where do you live? Thankyou. Ah yes. We've had several reports of that in your area. This is probably due to low power. Thank you for ringing Ergon Energy with your problem' *click*

lol

Thanks Ergon, that's bonza that is.

lol. Australian lingo that no-one ever uses, unless they wear blue singlets and spend their times in pubs drinkin' XXXX or VB

In other news, Toby [Bismarck] has managed to write himself a mathematical limerick.

Good Gravy.

I'm thinking of ringing up Adam and Wil about it. I'm sure Adam would appreciate it..

A dozen (12), a gross(144) and a score(20)
Plus 3 times the square root of 4
Divided by 7
Plus 5 times 11
Equals 9 squared plus nothing more

I'd write it out mathematically, but I can't do the symbols.

lol


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'Cap'n. Sir, the kitchen is on fire again.' [CtrlAltDel]


It's late, I'm tired, it's the weekend, QCS next week, Blair goes on year 8 camp, I just watched Starsky and Hutch and found it pleasing.

Stuff to do tomorrow= lotsness.

Right now, quiz.

[Stolen from Ken]

My Romance Meter

Optimist 65% . . 35% Cynic Close 77% . . 23% Distant Long Term 69% . . 31% Brief

What does my romance meter read?

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