Thursday, August 26, 2004

'Who is this Jeff, and why are you so keen to wake him up? And WHY is everybody Wiggling?' [We Will Rock You]


Today was interesting. First of all, Wilson gave me 2000 white sticker label things, to use for purposes, whether they be evil...or good..

..mainly evil.

lol

He had 11000 or so at school, and apparently he found a whole lot more at home. They're moving house, you see, and they're getting rid of lots of rubbish.

Mm..stickers.

Still have no idea what I'm going to do with them.

Physics was a waste of time, no surprises there, and I basically sat and watched it fly over my head.

Chemestry is half making sense.

..the song 'Mothers Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys' deserves to be shot, and a book of correct grammar needs to be thrown and the person who wrote the lyrics.

Religion was horrible. The subject has no academic merit or use, and yet they insist on assessment.

I still haven't done that assignment, and I wouldn't do it, but she has the power of detention over me.

She asked us why we hadn't handed our assignments in, and tried to guilt me about what I had said a while back.

'Liam, you said you had other subjects that had set the exact same assignment, wouldn't it make it easier for you to do this one? Why haven't you done it?'

'...' *raise eyebrow* 'because of the assignments in the other subjects?'

'Well when are you going to hand it in?'

'...sometime this term?'

Complete lack of sarcasm, I was being honest. I regret opening my fat mouth. She looked like she was going to cry, and almost everyone was laughing as though I had said the funniest thing on the planet.

The class that afternoon was a complete and utter zoo.

Total embarassment.

Mrs Sturgeon has barely any respect, but seriously...there's no excuse.

Ah well, I didn't have a run in with Cleary today. Pompous Ass.

Yesterday, before seeing Queen, all us grade 12's showed up in smart casual clothes. Eg: nice jeans, nice collared button up shirts and such. Smart casual, what we were asked to wear.

While the others were in the 12 area, waiting to leave, I was in the keyboard labs, working on my art assignment.

Outside I could hear Cleary ranting about something or other to Mrs Timbs.

'Miss, have you SEEN what the grade twelves are WEARING? Disgraceful'

Turns out Mrs Timbs wanted us to wear ties and stuff, school dress standard.

That's light formal wear.

Bah.

What happens? Mrs Timbs says she's really disappointed, and that we should have followed her instructions.

I still find it interesting that the grade 12's all wore the same thing, while the 11's knew to wear shirts and ties.

Cleary becomes all smug about it. He's lucky my friend Mr Breakface, the baseball bat, wasn't there.

x.x;

Ah well. Karma was on our side. On the trip back, he was really, really ill.

Woot.

I'm such a lazy git.
*does RE*


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Wednesday, August 25, 2004

'No, I cannot make a cyborg slug for you.' Scary go Round




Woo, my moods jump like a yo-yo. Today was made 100% better...good..ified...

Hurrah!

Queen: We Will Rock You.

So incredibly sweet. It was the best musical, ever, but I'm afraid our Back to the Eighties and Divorce me Darling were so much..um..better.

;p

The light effects were amazing, the music was excellent, and the voices were incredible.

Not to mention it was hilarious.

You must all see it. You must.

^_^

Completely took my mind off things.

They were the most boring bus trips in the world, however, travelling in and back sucked.

Booooring..

Even when I was engaged in conversation, most of it was I assumed most of it was suspect as it went straight over my head.

meh.

I should work on my Art assignment.

I've finished about half of it. That should do I guess.

Also, before I forget, Telstra sent me an SMS a couple days back that said that, 'as a valued Telstra Blue Lounger, we're giving you $200 free credit to use in the month of September!'

Hello long distance phonecalse to Canada and possibly SF.
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Tuesday, August 24, 2004

'Mu ray? What the hell is a mu ray?' [Kauter; Physics Mistake 01]



Golly gee whillickers Batman, isn't Liam wasting his parents time and money?

Ah. The gloss and glamour of teenage academic hope and aspirations quaver and melt away in the face of real work.

I'm only passing Math B because Mark has the time and inclination to help me.

How the hell am I going to pass my Uni courses when I'm truly alone?

Something obviously went wrong with me. Both my parents get 7's on their Uni assignments.

I can barely remember what happened in a lesson, let alone write assignments.

My physics study is abysmal. All of it goes straight over my head and I can't even understand my own notes.

The same with Math B. As soon as I work on something new, I attempts the previous stuff and it doesn't make any sense. I get lost trying to revise my notes.

English is crap. I can't write a decent assignment to save my life. My decent marks are all from group orientated stuff. Jess is right, I am cheating by being in the 'A' group. I only get good marks because I'm with the good people.

I feel like such a child. The only subject I'm comfortable with is Ancient, and lord knows it's a fluke I'm doing average in it.

Every one of my lessons, in any subject, I sit there and get nothing from it. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

I copy, I try to understand, but I keep running into the wall.

Every time I try to use my head, I get really, really painful headaches. I'm finding myself grinding my back teeth, my acne is atrocious, and I'm even catching myself holding my breath.

It's all stress related, but my head is just a pink cloud of fuzzy naivety.

Not to mention I keep having this unwelcome thoughts flying through my head. They keep tripping me up. I never had this problem before, ever.

It'd be so much easier if I just stood up and left this class

That one is a common one. Cue violent daydream in which I pick up my textbooks and proceed to smash every window by hurling them through the glass.

If I just walked out of that window, I wouldn't need to bother with this anymore. The state of mental degredation I'm in probably wouldn't even register the difference

Wow. Two storey drop.

What's the point? This is all my fault. I can blame the X amount of emotionally trying incidences that have afflicted me this year, but that isn't going to win me anything. I bloody suck, and it's about time I registered myself as a pernament hermit, mooching off my parents and never leaving the computer screen.

Hasn't that one cropped up a lot. Feelings of intellectual inadequacy love to hang out in my head.

The funny thing about all of this is that another of the dominant thoughts is that I'm letting this all happen. I keep thinking that I'm deliberately holding myself back so I can get a sympathy prize.

It's all so plausible, but why the hell would my subconscious do that?

What sympathy prize?

I got nothing.

Woo. I read, I'm pretty witty, but I'm barely university material. I'm emotional, and all this year it has become increasingly easy to be shunted into a low.

My feelings of inadequacy are completely my own creation. My mother keeps on insisting on hiring a tutor to help me with my physics.

What's the point?

I've received instruction from my teacher, four seperate classmates and all of it has been fruitless.

Guilt.

I should have gone to Mt Lofty.

Enough of my parents sparse amount of money has been wasted on me, why should they keep on spending more?

I'm getting nothing out of this experience.

It's affecting me so much, and yet I'm doing nothing about it. From both ends of the spectrum, it's my fault.

I know I can do better, I know I can reach this hill, but every time I try, try harder, try again...my brain freezes up and I end up with a migraine.

I have so much unrequited pure rage inside of me that it scares me.

For all this bloody stress, it better turn out to be brain cancer or something.
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Monday, August 23, 2004

'I'll staple you with respect to Theta!' [Tom Toleman, Nerdy Threat 01]


Hm. Guess I forgot to do that long entry for the long weekend.

You get that.

~_^

Most of the family were up for Saturday, the three amigos were together and all that. [Uncle Scott, Dad, Uncle Craig]

Damien, my crazy cousin [it must be a Cameron thing], was there with his wife, Dana and two little kids, Juan and...um..other.

Out of Uncle Craig's kids there was only the two youngest girls, the rest were back home in NSW with Aunty Janey, seeing as they have exams and such. Ickle Zeekey is too young to be away from his mum.

Great Aunt Pat [Grandma's sister] and Great Uncle Dave were there, in all their coolness.

Uncle Dave is just plain cool. He fits in the mould of Pith helmets and British exploration, big white moustache and white hair. Not to mention a blue/green tweed jacket.

Aunty Pat is your typical grey nomad, doing everything, and acting exactly the same as she did when she was 20 years old. She's not acting young, it's really just her.

eg; 'Blair, this haircut of your is so last year, you need to grow it out a little.'

She still hasn't caught on my name yet, she kept calling me Craig, as I apparently look like him when he was my age.

Funny thing is, all the Cameron kids were adopted, so yeah. lol.

But as we left, she decided that she'll just call me Ian, after Ian Thorpe, the Australian swimmer.

Apparently I look like him too.

^_^;

I was actually able to drive to Sizzler, so it was worth it. Mmm...dual carbies + 2 litre engine = Goooood engine noises.

The meal convinced me of one thing. My 11 year old cousin, Cameron, is a complete and utter Toad.

I never really noticed exactly how much Brad [Cuz! *fist*], his big bro, disliked him until that night.

Cameron literally pigged out. Before anyone had finished eating their first plate, he had eaten thirds.

This is the Dudley of a child who apparently can't eat certain foods because the preservatives and such make him life-threateningly sick.

I'd love to know how eating foods without preservatives or starch or sugar or salt can make you obese.

He was also deliberately overusing the cutlery, fetching extra desert bowls, to carry apples, and making a pig of himself.

After all that, after dropping everyone off back and grandma's, mum waved goodbye, and her wedding ring flew off her finger, just as I was starting to drive off.

x.x;

8pm. Dark. One streetlight. Black bitumen.

..and somehow Ella managed to spot Mum's ring.

Crazy.

In a closing note, I have written a great feature article, but it sucks.

Stupid English crappy changing criteria.

*stanbs things*

EDIT: That's it. English = Moodchange. Stabby time.
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Friday, August 20, 2004

'If things go well we will attempt to throw a kiwi into the mix' [RvB]


I've vanquished the time consuming demon known as the English Feature Article. It was a beast of many shapes and forms, but my sword of righteous indignation hath slain it good.

*stabs it some more just to be sure*

x.X;

I still have more to do. I'm going to be really, really busy Monday.

At least I finished one of the assignments. We're leaving in half an hour to go see Grandma.

We'll be there from 1-5. And then at Sizzlers [*stab*] from 5-when we've finished eating.

I'd rather go to La Porchetta.

Hurrah for long weekends.

..and I still haven't had any time to myself, apart from eating breakfast.


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'I'm a magician, see? Your clothes are red!' [Kung Pow]




Long weekend! The prophesies have come to pass, and the day shall be good and filled so with its treaclely ambrosia.

*cough*

Also this weekend has a shadow.

Five Assignments.

Three of which must be completed buy the end of the weekend.

English Feature Article

Religion Assignment [Ha!]

Maths B Assignment

'sides that. Grandma's birthday dinner party tomorrow night.

I'm going to a YM thingy tonight, problem is, the Sleek Geeks show is on tonight, and for free! Agh!

Want to go and see Adam Spence from triplej, and Dr Karl.

Funny goodness. Pity I won't see it.

Also Morrowind, mmm. Finally.


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Thursday, August 19, 2004

'Hey..Abe. You, uh..you ever wonder how great it'd feel to dress up in women's lingerie? Um...I mean, can I borrow a dollar?' [School Books and Brimstone]


Loooong day today. Guh. I'm having Morrowind withdrawal symptoms.

x.X;

Must hold strong. But alas I have nothing to do.

Dinner beckoneth me.
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Wednesday, August 18, 2004

'Emperor's eyelash mites! I knew it! Foul fluffy bags of hate beans!'



So tired. We had the last QCS trial today, the second multiple choice, and it was a waste of time.

I was 2/3 / 3/4 finished with an hour to go. So basically I didn't spend too much time on the last questions, essentially fudging them, and went to sleep with 40 minutes to go.

lol

Didn't help much. But I was so warm, [I was in line with the heater], and it felt good.

Right up until I had to wake myself up.

Damnable weather.

It rained really heavily the other night, for the first time this winter, and everything became instantly freezing cold.

Lucky for me I was wearing three layers in optimal order.

Toasty warmness.

Anyhow, I just checked my comments, and came across this gem that Toby, aka BismarCk, created.

I can't believe how much I laughed when I saw it. It still cracks me up.



I was also on the front page of the school newsletter, I should probably try to get the image up some time

EDIT: I must see this movie: Saints and Soldiers. The storyline is based on the book, 'Saints of War', which is based on the true accounts of a couple Latterday Saints [Mormons] in war.

More true to WWII than Saving Private Ryan, and with a bigger budget. Not to mention it looks incredible.

Did I mention it has receeved 11 best picture awards?

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Tuesday, August 17, 2004

'I had to stop by the cool weapons surplus to pick up a new num-chuck gun.'


Sorry I haven't updated in a while. It's a combination of not having enough time and that myO disliked me for a while. Stupid losing information.

It was the only thing open on my computer [yes yes, I was signed out of AIM, MSN and the like] and it froze up.

Our computer is getting old in years...as opposed to sammiches.

Don't understand physics. Chemestry has finally descended to the level of 'utterly boring' and 'headachey goodness'

English is..

For crying out loud! Would you damnwell make your minds up?

The assignment was due this friday, I'd almost finished the stupid thing on Saturday. We were told it was a feature article focused on responding to a socio-political issue.

We received a few lessons worth of 'this is how you're meant to write it'

Today, three days before it's due, we're told, 'no, you're not supposed to do it like that at all. We held a meeting and changed it.'

What. The. Hell.

So now I have to re-write it as a bloody essay and comment on how it positions people.

And yet at the same time, I'm not to.

*stabs it*

I'd like to see them re-write an essay with the appropriate five resources and hypothesis in three days time, while having to worry about 4 other assignments.

Bleh. At least they gave us an extension until next Tuesday, grudgingly I might add.

Lucky for us our english teacher is actually half decent. She hates the new syllabus.

I'm thinking of getting a shirt printed that has, 'I survived the English syllabus and all I got was this lousy OP' across the front.

I talked to Mrs Jackson the other day about my new art project, and I ended up receiving the proverbial kick in the teeth when it comes to..well, you'll see.

I was talking to her about my idea for the 'Sublime' theme of this syllabus. It basically consists of a wooden box with 'Suggestions for the Sublime' across the front.

People write their suggestions and put them in, only to find them shredded by the paper shredder hidden inside of the box.

lol, I'm such a mean bitch.

..and I didn't type that or think that, I swear ~_^

Anyhow. She talked about my previous syllabus entrie, and told me that none of them resolved [which I have no idea what the hell she's on about. Quoth Michael, 'its just...just, resolved okay? You need to do that].

'Liam, you have some damn brilliant ideas, better than what I've seen, but you just don't resolve them. I mean, look at the last one. How would you put that in an art gallery?'

'...well, I'd move the boxes one by one and-'

*light slap to shoulder* 'They're just not resolved.'

'...' [What the hell is resolved?] 'Resolved..wha? So very confused.'

So basically, I'm brilliant, but I'm as thick as two bricks.

Whatever. This is the fifth subject this week that I have no idea what's going on.

Physics: All, Chem: Damn maths, Art: 'Resolve', Ancient: Finding a freaking hypothesis I can work, English: The changes to the assignment.

Ugh.

I'm so tired. Not physically, but mentally. I just want to curl up and play Morrowind until my eyes bleed. I'm that sick of homework.

At the moment, sitting and trying to give myself cancer with my mind, is more profitable in my eyes than bothering with the stupid questions she gave us.
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Friday, August 13, 2004

'I picture my bloody remains driving a van. They're still smiling.' Scary Go Round


I got the photos from Ellinore.

I'll set up the html later. I'll just be cheap and hotlink the files here. If you can't see them, just cut and paste this http://syf.250free.com/Ai

It should take you to the base directive for the photos or whatever.



Not all of us, but sort of. Go figure. Spot the Liam!



Look, it's Ai and me! Hurrah! See the honour blazer goodness?



The illustrious Ratpack. Going from left to right. Token Black man, token female, token religious guy, token sleaze, and the token overweight depressing guy.

lol



Mark, Ai and I. Crazy how short Mark is, isn't it?

Sorry if the images are huge. I promised Juu I'd get these up before I left for the LAN.

It's a quick and dirty job. Go figure. At least they're online.
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