Wednesday, February 18, 2004

'Name me ONE reason why girls are better than monkeys!'
For the first time, EVER, [note the caps] we are allowed to wear our sports uniform on a schoolday other than wednesday.

Because of the 'unnatural heat,' we are allowed to wear sports uniform. One step away from free dress...

^_^

School was okay, it was bearable, and musical was good.

Remember how I mentioned that Mr Clark said that the chorus members were to be more developed? Well, instead of being pretty-faced wall flowers, we're pretty-faced wall flowers with backgrounds!

Hurrah!

So somehow I became Erica's husband, I have three kids [one of which is very much Maouri looking] and none of which are mine. I am an archaeologist that carries them all over the world.

Oh, and my wife sleeps around and treats me as a money purse. [Which explains why my kids look nothing like me, but that doesn't matter because I'm colour-blind and see everything in shades of blue.]

O.o;

Convoluted enough for you?

I suppose I'd better do my Physics homework. But the V7 Geisha and Liquid layouts are so purdy...

EDIT: lol, funny;


If you can't see it, go here
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Tuesday, February 17, 2004

'Talk to the elbow, because the hand ain't worth stretchin'.' -Josh Lammi

I have a dilemma.

On Friday the 27th of this month, the Downlands Senior Social is on, which is being organised by the Cultural committee, and we're helping out.

Also on the 27th, however, there's the 'Live' themed Stake Youth Dance [first of the year!] down in Ipswich.

Geh, go to school social with school friends, or Church Dance with Church friends?

x.X;

Funny things seem to happen to me, revolving around my glasses. With Lachlan Close [Cor, I don't half complain, do I?] and now with one of the teachers.

Mrs Jackson stopped me to tell me about the Art rooms being open in the afternoon [ACK! Art assignment due in two weeks!] and then she looked at my shades and grinned;

'Have you seen the little grade eight with the green tinted glasses? Well, I was at the special education panel and we were discussing the needs of a dyslexic student. One of the other teachers piped up and said, "I've noticed that there's another dyslexic student in grade twelve, we have to address that issue as soon as possible, we haven't any records on him.."
'Well I was thinking, "Year twelve? What? I don't know of any dyslexics in year twelve..." And then I saw you coming to class..'

lol

So yeah, amusing.

I guess Michael and Jess were quasi-right in their calls of 'stop wearing your blind old man glasses!'

:p
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Monday, February 16, 2004

'When I first knew him, Big Kev was a good friend, he's now more cleaning product than man...twisted and evil'

I just read 'Interview with a Vampire' for the first time and now I have a hungering for another Vampire orientated RPG.

Mmm... Summer the Vampire Slayer [otherwise known as StVs] was awesome fun, and Seth has started kicking about in my head.

If only I retained education as well as I retain my characters...x.X;

Gah, QCS. I need an OP of five to do the course I want, but a that only just lets me in, higher [Eg the highest, one :p] the score, the further I'm on the door.

Ugh.

One catch.

I need a low [Sounds promising so far] VHA

Damn.

*places a curse on all the brainy people...basically everyone I know...X.x;*

Genius Mark and his hojillion VHA's.

*shakes fist*

Bleh. I'm basically sitting on a SA [C/High C] on all my subjects. Except Art, Go my HA [Yay! B!]

Oh, and Physics. That's a high LA there, [D10].

Don't even ask me to open that can o' worms.

Feh. I'm such an outcast in my own group, lol. I mean, 80% of the people in my little herd, are the academics of the school. I was tying with Mark for a while for the place of 5th out of 163 English students [remember the crowing?] and now I've dropped to 33rd or something.

Ow, my academic spine.

x.x;

Basically I'm the guy with the glasses that points to other people when asked for help.

:p
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Friday, February 13, 2004

'DRUGS! Circumventing life's problems since 1881!'

Interesting times.

The Year Eight CLD [Christian Living Day] was fun, us big year twelves helped out and basically babysat and set up for most of the 'arvy, but it was enjoyable.

Heh, two kids came up to me and said, 'excuse me sir,' and a few more later on, when I asked them to move back to the frontlawns said in grudging tones, 'yes sir...'

Eheh.

'Excuse me sir, but are you a student teacher or a grade twelve?'

So yeah, a bit of a buzz.

^_^;

So we ran about helping these little guys out [mind you, some of them aren't so little o.O;;] and helping them with their day to remember or whatever.

Mm...free barbecue and paddle-pops....mm..icecream on a stick..

The day at school before that was just as interesting.

Well, not all of it, just one altercation with Sean.

We had male choir again today, and it was good, we're practising 'Unchained Melody' by the Righteous Brothers, and it's enjoyable

Halfway through, however, Mr Clark asks the bases to just practice a little bit. So we start, and something distracts me.

Sean looks at me, and deliberately puts his hands over his ears.

Ouch, that's seriously cold.

Meh, I'm a big boy...I can handle it...;______;

lol

Ah well, it's a big cold world out there, I suppose he has his right to insult as many people as he wants, without repurcussions, before someone punches him in the face..

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Thursday, February 12, 2004

'Your song failed to play. Please press 'H' to continue...'
Stole this test from Sere ^_^

School was good today. We voted for choir captains, but I don't know who got it, but I'm assuming it's Dave.

Yay!

I've been recruited to speak a prayer at assembly for our World Vision sponsor child, but I don't have to write it, so that was dodging a bullet.

^_^;

Um, Amnesty International conference in a few months, I've put my name down etc. Basically Global Service is full on, and Mrs Christopherson has duct-taped me to the helm for this term.

Speaking of tape, Steve and I had an interesting conversation

'Steve, I am going to steal your video capture card.'

'You can't! I've...uh...taped it to my computer.'

'...I have scissors Steve. Special ones.'

'Well the tape's bulletproof, no, Super bulletproof.'

'I have matches.'

'It's red. Yeah, that's right. Red conquers all!'

'Bu-

-it's also green, Liam.'

'Damn.'

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Wednesday, February 11, 2004

'that's a Stalin documentary...'
Hurrah for school and all that is good.

I managed to bleed, swelter, and somehow enjoy myself.

Go figure ;p

First the bleeding, I managed to cut myself on Dave's steel guitar string bracelet, so now I've got this sloping curled eyebrow shaped scratch.

It looked a lot worse that it is, and at least I'll have a scar and a war story, aye?

Swelter.

It was really, really hot.

Well, not so much more than usual, it just was that the senior polo shirts are itchy, and retain the heat.

Eh, I'm alive.

And musical was fun etc etc.

The day's events continue from the '95 laptop!

Eugh..I need to get a new messenger, which is d/l now, honestly I'm surprised that this thing still works. I'm really quite proud of it.

All my old saved conversations are here, back from the old days where the PC died.

Good 'ole IBM, I hope they make the new ones as indestructible as this. I mean, it's surivived being in the rain for half a day, being dropped from a few heights, being squashed, one of the screen hinges being broken, and it has sat under a fine layer of dust for the past year.

And it's running fine.

I don't know whether to feel incredibly blessed, or worried.

So yeah, today.

Had an interesting chat with Tim Noone [Aka Vice Captain of the scool] and he was saying that I missed out on one of the funniest things he has ever seen, while I was seeking respite on the front lawns.

Apparently the A-crowders were throwing food and stuff at the hicks, and the hicks were freaking out because thye had no idea what was going on.

lol

Now that would have been a sight to see, bewildered bullies.

;p
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Tuesday, February 10, 2004

'Yeah, terrorist toast.'

Do you think I'm too optimistic about people, and various things?

I mean, I genuinely believe that there is good in everyone. Well, 98% of people. Whether it may be that somewhere they object to something indecent, but go around it the wrong way while abusing people on the side, whatever.

There's good somewhere.

Bullies/jerks generally, I believe, act that way because they're trying to impress their friends, and deep down they all think that and it's actually a big joke and they don't care.

I know it's naive, so shoot me.

Today, that's changed somewhat. That's why the figure is now 98% instead of 99%.

I have new glasses, I've established that they're rectangular, dark metallic blue and they have sweet metallic blue magnetic shades, right?

Good.

Okay, I love these glasses, and so I wear the shades when I'm outside of class, because I can.

Nothin' wrong with that, and no-one really cares.

Except for one in my grade.

Lachlan Close.

Remember him? He was the lovely chap that clipped my right metaphorical wing and sent me spiralling.

Because I spent the last few years on the front lawns, I've avoided him somehow.

Our year 12 'lawnie' group suddenly decided [inspired by the mateship of emu gulley] that we should pull up the stakes and stick to our own area.

It was pretty good, then I got my new shades.

Things change when something different comes along.

First of all, you have your friends instantly stealing them and trying them on, playing with the magnets and so forth. You have the quips from people you know, and don't mean anything.

[Steve saluting me and saying 'Eh! Liam! Matrix man!' ;p]

Then once the hype is over, those that feel somehow, someway, I am insulting them with my new glasses' presence.

Security people wear sunglasses to stop people from seeing where they're looking. It's just a way of inconspicuous observation, with a perfect alibi.

I'm talking to Toby, and he's facing me, with his back to Close and co. We're laughing and stuff, talking about the new RvB.

You know how you get that feeling that someone's watching you?

I look up, without inclining my head, and find Lachlan just grimacing at me.

I'm completely clueless at why, and continue talking.

Next day, today, I'm walking along behind the Graham centre, and Lachlan is coming the opposite way, towards me. I smile and nod, and he says to me;

'Nice glasses.'

I respond, 'hey, thanks-

'GIMP!'

Now, I don't know how wearing glasses makes me a 'gay inbred male prostitute', but obviously it does.

He's completely alone, no-one to impress, no-one to share a good chuckle with. He smirks, and keeps walking.

One could claim that he's doing it to make himself feel better because he feels threatened by my shaded eyes, but I seriously doubt it.

There is no cause for it, I haven't done anything wrong by him, I haven't shown myself to be a threat, or a subservient to him, and yet he continues.

Why?

I really don't know.

People believe bullies to be less intelligent, they take Ag Stud, they come from the farm. They're completely buff from all the work they do.

They're not less intelligent. They just have another field that they excell in. I myself haven't a field that I excell in that I can fall back on.

Zilch.

So why the antagonistic behaviour?

I don't condole physical violence, it doesn't help a situation. I'm not physically strong, I'm just tall with a wiry muscle structure.

My Dad is physically strong, I take after the wiry-tall-as-a-stick side of my Mum's great grand-daddy.

I could not hold myself in a fight, sure, I'd fight dirty, just to give myself an edge. I've dabbled in judo, retaining useless stuff from self-defence years and years ago from primary activities, but I've never, ever actively sought out a fight.

From a young age I just learnt or guessed that there wasn't a point to it. I knock his block off, he comes back with 'ole mate Joe, they beat the snot out of me, I harbour anger and the cycle continues.

It just isn't feasible.

Unless one of us dies, and our friends and family don't give a damn, the conflict will never be resolved.

From media, and friends [Thanks Harley ~_^] you learn things like wrist-locks. From common sense, you learn that an elbow to the throat is either going to kill them, or cause an incredible amount of pain.

A kick to the crotch at the same time will package someone's agony into a nice little bundle.

What I've also learnt is that no matter the odds, whoever gets the first hit in, is going to win 3/4 of the time.

Lachlan Close is all muscle and malice, a human wall.

If I actually wanted to beat the snot out of him, I'd have to be incredibly lucky, and willing to fight dirty.

When you are beaten up [yes, I have been, duh] bullies tend to go for the chest shots, the face shots. The former because it doesn't really show, and because the pain is fleeting, and the latter to leave a lasting reminder.

If you pit a bully against someone they want to intimidate, they'll more often than not, go for the arms and the chest.

If the someone they're fighting is actually interested in taking them out to prevent beatings in the short term, they are definitely not going to want to pussy-foot around and return the same blows.

Carpe Jugulum

They'll go for the throat.

Trust me on this.

I would.

It's incredibly hard to block a blow to the throat when you're homophobic about guys being close to you, you're arrogant enough to believe they are not going to fight back, and if you do think they'll retaliate, you'll be interested in only protecting your body.

*sigh*

So yeah. I was naive enough to belive that Close was actually complimenting my glasses, I harboured thoughts and feelings afterwards that I shouldn't have, and now I just gave you a gigantic self-pitying speil in which I whine for no reason.

It's not over folks.

I'm getting on the bus to go home, and someone calls out 'Hey, glasses boy!'

I thought it was David Ball, a friend that catches 25 with me out to highfields, so I turn round and find two year 11's, looking just slightly surprised that I was wearing a senior tie.

They recovered beautifully, however.

'Hey, those are gay glasses, poofter.'

Me, sick and tired of being polite, 'really? I never knew.' I took a step forward to one of them and said, 'so...you interested in hooking up later?'

Instant confusion, this isn't supposed to happen.

'What!? I'm not gay!'

'That makes two of us.'

I'm sick and tired of being polite, of ignoring what happens to me, sick of holding in and fostering the hurt, I'm sick of showing nothing to them.

I'm resolving to change myself. I'm not sure if the term passive aggression applies here, but it will anyway. From now on, I'm putting the ball back in their court. I use enough guile, flippancy and manic-optimistic nature in around my friends, I'm using it to put off my aggressors.

I have skills I guess, I am sick of hearing people say, 'just ignore it, Liam.' And finding myself ignoring it.

An impasse is a victory to them.

I am not, I am not, going to sit back and pretend to shrug it off. I am going to respond, confuse and be damn polite and damn eloquent about it to boot.

There are other, more sedate and interesting, things that happened today, but I don't know if anyone bothered to read past the first line anyway.

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Saturday, February 7, 2004

'and so our heroes left on their quest to poke a walrus with a stick..'
I'm feeling heaps better now, I guess I'm getting over whatever it is [possibly flu], and the Codral helped, if eventually.

Now the key test is tonight.

Usually when you start to get over something, the night is the key part.

You either get well and wake up fine, or you go way downhill, and start from square one.

Hopefully I'll wake up fine.

x.x;

The lovely Q_A and I had soem fun with IM RPing, there practically wasn't any plot, it was all spur of the moment goodness.

Hmm...it might make a decent OB RPG..

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Friday, February 6, 2004

'Just because it has 'food' written somewhere on the lable doesn't mean you can eat it.'

Ugh. I'm feeling incredibly ill, sore throat [ugh..phlegm-tastical] runny nose, and I'm expected to mow 3/4 of an acre and do about three hours of homework.

I've got my glasses.

Exuse me, I need to go and feel sorry for myself.

x_______________x
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Thursday, February 5, 2004

'Yes, but is it Desbreakfast?


Wow. The year 11 boys in choir are really, really anally retentive. Oh, and they're overdrawn on their testosterone levels for acting 'macho' all the time.

Last year, when they were in year 10, they were really great guys and easy to get along with. They did incredibly well for the musical and were easy to joke around with.

Today though, apart from the groupies, they were seriously creepy.

Sean Cleary, for instance.

A basic gestural assumption of his actions entails me shying away while shielding my face.

When I stole Dave's lamington and sprinted through, ducking and weaving, Sean was just coming up the stairs [Dave reclaimed the lamington, but he gave it up eventually, just to let you know ~_^].

Later on, 'toldi was getting chased by Mark, or Dave, or whoever, and Sean threw the biggest wobbly I've ever seen.

'WHAT THE HELL do you THINK you're doing! You're the leaders of the school. You're MEANT to be an example!'

It was almost comical, except for the fact he was serious. It probably didn't help that after he stalked away, and back again, I asked;

'Sean, are you joking around, or being a psycho?'

Mark said something [which I can't remember x.X;] and then I mused and said, '...actually it's probably a bit of both...'

Sean huffed and stalked off, and proceeded to sulk the rest of practice. Once inside, however, Squeak [nickname] and Gearon [Real last name, however it's spelt] were incredibly testy the whole way through.

I mean, you hear of the lore of 'that time of the month' and see it over-exaggerated on television, but I think we have a male counterpart on hand here.

o.O;

I mean, they just set themselves off at us.

Squeak said, in his usual 'this is a friendly pay out' type of voice, 'yeah, sit next to Gearon, he's the best singer out of us all.'

And a few of us snorted, only to find both of them glaring at us and Squeak said in a snide tone, 'where's the leadership in that?'

Mark turned to me and said, '...somehow I don't think he was joking...'

Eh, well Sean sulked most of the day, Squeak and Gearon were antisocial, before and after, and the male seniors and I were incredibly confused.

*shrug*

Meh, I guess it's just one of those things. Their balls probably dropped and they haven't quite recovered from it yet...

There is one thing I do want to say to Sean, even though he'll most probably never read it.

Sean, now don't me wrong now, you do have an amazing voice. Last year you held down a lead role in the musical and did it beautifully. You lead the singing in the mass, you play an awesome french horn [especially in the 'Gladiator' song bit ^______^] and you basically wow me with your musical talent.

Quite obviously, the only thing I hold over you is the fact I'm a year older than you, and in my last year of highschool.

Which isn't anything really to crow about, seeing as I only have those things because I inherited them before you.

There is something important I need to tell you though. If you don't stop being such an anal-retentive git, and pull your head out of your backside, you're going to trip over your own self-righteous attitude.

And no-one will give a dead rat.

Moving on, here's the quote;

A Judge's Lecture

Recently a seventeen year old in Florida pleaded guilty to posessing hallucinogenic drugs. He had also been charged with violence toward a Miami beach police officer.

Judge Alfonso Sepe sentence the youth to one year in the County Stockade and four years probation. The comments of the Judge so impressed me that I ordered the transcript from the Court Report sp that O may read it to my own children.

Judge Sepe spoke directly to the youth and said, 'Do you know who is going to serve that year? Not you; your mother and father will serve that year.

'That is what's wrong. THEY get sentenced. They get sentenced for a lifetime.

'You serve a year. Your body is in the stockade for a year, but their souls are tormented for a lifetime. Why? Because you're a selfish, spoiled boy, that's why.

'There is no punishment in the world that I could inflict upon you that could in any way compensate for what you are doing to your mother and father. I have not spent five cents raising you. I didn't know you from Adam. But your mother and father have put their lives, their hearts, their sweat, their money and everything else they have into bringing you up. And now they have to sit in this courtroom and listen to a total stranger who had nothing to do with your upbringing scold you and put you in jail.

'This is at a time when phony kids your age are yelling, 'You adults have your alcohol, we want our drugs; you have polluted our water and our air, you have polluted this and that,' and all the rest of the garbage that comes out of your mouths.

'Meanwhile, you put yourselves above everybody else. I feel sorry for you.

'I want you to think of this for one year, and reason why I say it:

'If you are sick, a doctor with treat you and he won't be on drugs. The lawyer who represents you won't be on drugs, and the people in whose custody you'll be won't be on drugs.

'Your astronauts are not on drugs, and your President is not, and your legislators are not.

'And your engineers who build the bridges that you drive across and the tunnels you drive through are not on drugs, and those who build the planes you fly in and the cars you drive are not.

'Neither are those who build the bathroom that stink up with your lousy, rotten drugs.

'None of them have been on drugs, and this is because of people like your mother and father.

'But in the world of the future,' Sepe went on, 'the same may not be true. Teachers, doctors, lawyers, legislators -- products of the new drug-orientated generation -- may well be high as kites.

'You won't know whom to send your child to, or whom to trust your life to.'

Sepe sighed and closed the file.

'Let's see the world you leave to your children,' he said, 'before you talk about the world that we left to ours.'
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