Sunday, October 26, 2003

Weekend...
Friday was pretty good. We drove down to the Stake Dance...and pulled off the road for twenty minutes because the rain was so heavy that we couldn't see.

When we did arrive there were hardly any people there, about twenty or so. It appeared that the rain and bad road conditions had kept everyone away...

But less people was pretty good actually...'cause it meant more turns on the mechanical surfboard ^_^;

The evening was pretty good, saw some youth there from wards that don't usually turn up. As well as two guys that I know, but I've forgotten their names, lol. It doesn't matter, we haven't seen each other in ages. Basically the conversation went

'Hey, haven't seen you guys in ages.'

'Hey man! Cool hat, so wotcher been up too?'

lol. Neither of us bothered to mention names. The funny thing is, these guys are like me, in the sense that they're crazy/extroverted/have no shame.

^_^;

I'm trying to find out if the DJ has anything decent, I found out he didn't.

Meanwhile, one of them bellows out over the top of the music, 'Come on man! Where's my NSYNC?'

The other agrees, the music starts, and they start doing the music clip choreography.

x.X;;

Yeah, did I mention that they're pretty sweet when it comes to breakdancing?

They had a break off...and it was really, really cool. ^____^

So like I said, the evening was good. The final high was when Dad drove us to Pizza Hut and we picked up two pizzas and two bottles of drink for the trip home.

Mm...tastyness..

We got home about half past midnight so all was good.

Saturday I got my Physics prac done, except for just two little things that I'll assault Mark on Monday for *shifty*

Also on Saturday Mum noticed that Angus and Robertson in Clifford Gardens were hiring so I printed out my CV and got it in.

^_^

Yay!

So yeah, it'd be really sweet if I got a job there, discounts on books and everything ^_______^

Speaking of books, the third part of the Shane Schofield saga is coming out next month.

'Scarecrow' By Matthew Reiley.

For those of you who don't know, Matthew Reiley is a young Australian author that writes the best action/conflict novels, ever.

I'm serious. When you imagine some of these scenes, you instantly think 'wow...much wanty...'

Non-stop action with lots of guns, marines and bad guys.

^_____^

And the latest one is coming out in November!

Much....wanty..x.X;;;
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Thursday, October 23, 2003

Confused
I'm worried about Sere, I just read her latest entry...and it kind of came out of nowhere for me..

I hope she's all right...and keeps the knives to herself..

Another odd thing. Liz stopped me before I got on 25 today. I was mildly surprised that she did, anyhow.

As I was saying, she said to me that Donna wanted to talk to me because she wanted to go out with me.

I was confused, (I still am) and I want to know where that came from.

And what I'm supposed to do.

I suppose I'm the type of person that instantly subconsciously classes girls under the title 'friend.' I'm really not that interested in persuing a girlfriend.

So this kind of hit me around the back of the head while I was leaning against a brick wall.

I've got no idea what to do.

So I'll do what I normally do, discount what Liz said as fiction and continue living my monotonous little life

EDIT: Oh yeah. I can't do my Physics homework. What a wonderful life I lead. -.-; I'm too thick for Physics..

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Tuesday, October 21, 2003

Woot! Number 293!
Ancient assignment done...racking my brain over this Assembly thing, and have something pitiful to show for it...at least I only have to talk for a little while..

Oh yeah, on a side note, will someone please, please give Vicky a shirt, I swear, the neckline(if you can call it that) gets lower and lower everytime I see her.

-.-;

Umm..I got my SYF:3 post done.

*points*

Feel free to praise me for it

^_^;

[SPOILER..of sorts]


Speaking of SYF, had a conversation with Rae about the story...and yeah...some of you might slap me for the killer of a plot twist, trust me on this, it's going to come from no-where.

If you want the full bitter sweetness of it, you might want to give a quick peruse of SYF:2.

I have it in .doc format for those you want it.


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Sunday, October 19, 2003

Orientation day
Yeah, orientation day today, hurrah! ^_^

Last night Katy came to a fireside thingy and she met a couple of the youth and such.

Hurrah!

I really can't blog much about it 'cos there isn't much to say from my viewpoint. lol.

To me it was another fireside with talks and stuff.

I enjoyed it none the less, and Katy was there! ^_^
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Friday, October 17, 2003

So very busy..o.O;
Got back from the school helpy outy thingy about 10ish (had to go in town after) I've just finished simultaneously setting up a sound system, DVD player and and Epson Lightpro.

Not to mention moving everything in the living room so that we now have a gigantic screen that we can sit comfortably and watch.

Now I've only got left a Rising Post, an SYF post, a good 1 hour/ 2hours of Physics work and prac write up. As well as a 2/3 minute Assembly presentation and an Ancient history essay that I have to re-write.

O.o;

*resists urge to flip out*

All of this has to be done before 3pm, and I don't know how I'm going to do it...at least there's monday afternoon...-.-;

Gah!

And I want to get Cameron up so we can hook his X-box up to the LightPro and surround sound

Ehehe...Halo goodness...

must..stay...focused...x.X;;;;
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Wednesday, October 15, 2003

She's right, she's always right.
Yeah. And she knows who she is.

The Surround sound is beautiful, you can feel it resonating in your chest and flying all around you.

The DVD player didn't come with instructions (curse you and your non-remoteness x.x;;; )

And it's incredibly annoying to work out the buttons.

I have the suspicion it was meant to have a remote, but as Dad bought it secondhand (Don't ask me why, it would have been cheaper to by one new with a remote, but you can't blame him) I think Cash converters didn't give him one.

lol

Ah well, that can always be fixed by just sending a letter to Omni and requesting a replacement remote
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Tuesday, October 14, 2003

You just can't win
It's true, you can't.

You know that english story I ranted about a while back?

Well the marks are in.

C4/C5.

The comments basically ripped it to pieces. The interrogated the text so much that it was impossible for me to discern whether or not I'd written a ficticious story.

Turns out Mrs Cruice marked it.

As Flynn informed me, even his grandmother thinks Mrs Cruice is uptight.

She despises any story that has even the hint of conflict in it (that means she's biased kids) so naturally she's going to read against the text.

(Ha! Teach me some new terms, I'll just throw them back in your face!)

Mrs Taylor offered for another English teacher to mark it, but I'm damned if I do basically, because now I'm just some whiny kid. Damned if I don't because I'm stuck with this mark...and the fury. lol.

If Mrs Hurley or Mrs Christopheson had marked it, I'd be in the game. They're the sort of English teacher that you want marking short stories.

They're completely unbiased. That's why I loved being in Mrs Hurley's class last year, my writing skills flourished.

So yeah.

Say hello to the now whiny Liam.

Mind you it was worth the effort to see Mrs Taylor assualted on all sides about the injustice of it all.

Go Flynn!

Hurrah!

lol.

The major problem was that my story required for someone to read into the text, which everyone my age did. The teachers read right through it on purpose.

That's the only excuse they have really. After I read that A4 page of pure biased commentry, I knew I was doomed.

So world, how was your day?
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Saturday, October 11, 2003

I have eyebrows...
They're there, see?

^_^

SYF 3: Águila Del Desierto is now up in the Adventure arena, finally.

The signups are closed and I would have appreciated more people, but hey, they were open for a week.

Besides, if people get interested they can PM or IM me and I might write them into the story.

I am so looking forward to this.

And I understood my Physics homework!

^_____^
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I have eyebrows...
I do, they're there, see?

^_^

SYF 3: Águila Del Desierto in the Adventure arena. I would have appreciated more people, but hey. I left it open for a week, besides, if anyone is really interested in joining they can ask me and I can weave 'em in to the story.

(much hoping that the html works 'cos I don't think the Edit button is fixed yet o.O;; )
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Friday, October 10, 2003

And the outer darkness was filled with much wailing and gnashing of teeth...for they knew the glory of the A, but were unjustly condemned to a C..
Yeah.

My buddy Sam from Men In Hats basically summed my feelings up well when he said 'So much fury.'

You know that last english exam I had last term?

The one that I worked really, really hard on so later on I could possibly post it on OB because I liked the anti-war message inside it?

Yeah, that one.

I got a *resist urge to add expletive of sorts* C5.

A C5? The grading system for each letter is from the lowest, 1, to the highest, 5.

And I got a C5.

Which is basically a kiss of death for my ranking.

I was coming fifth or sixth out of 160 grade 11 students (which I was damn proud of, seeing as english was my best subject) I'm now most probably down past the fifteens.

Which is brilliant for everyone else who did rather well in that exam, but not for me.

So much for that.

When I first got my piece back, I was half expecting a bad mark, I always do.

But when I read my criteria sheet, I was, at first, surprised, miffed, really confused, and finally furious.

My comments? (You know, the bit that explains where you went wrong)

One sentence.

One. Sentence.

All it basically said was that my story wasn't appropriate for the poem stimulus I chose.

Let me just explain my story and the poem to you so I don't leave a gap.

The poem I chose from the list of stimuli was 'Anthem For Doomed Youth.' For those of you not in the know, it is basically a description of war, filled with metaphorical statements like the 'demented wailing shells' etc. Overall it is a description of the horrors of war and leaves a very anti war image in the mind.

I chose that one and put it in modern terms, in an Iraq-like country and focused it on a squad of US soldiers in a hostile situation.

The poem describes the rapid rattle of the guns and I used quite flowery language to describe the S47 Soviet's used by the antagonists.

The poem also has demented wailing shells or whatever, there is a scene in my piece when all hell breaks loose when the Antagonist's use their S47's grenade launcher to rain down a furious hell upon the soldiers.

I used an almost surreal, dreamlike writing style that I deemed appropriate for the poem as it pretty much matched it.

A fallen soldier with 'a rifle, hands no longer to claim its own' is in the scene. An unspoken sorrow and emotion is shown towards this dead person and a sense of loss is obvious.

It was emotive, contained no more violence than was necessary for it to be relevant, it even contained a line or two of what I thought was well implied wit.

I guess I was wrong.

And so was Flynn (who read the whole thing), as was Mark, Katy and anyone else who read the stupid thing in its first stage.

Alex Godfrey (Said king of English who's coming first) was wondering how the hell I didn't beat his A1.

The thing that really gets to me is the marking.

So many things are underlined for no apparent reason and the first 'incorrect' spelling was...well, not.

Don't get me wrong, I had some spelling mistakes, I always do, it's a fair trade though, I can write well and on the off chance I get some words wrong when I'm redrafting in a hurry.

But as far as I know, and this might be just me you know, intensely has only one 't.'

There it was, on the first page, written in black biro between the blue 'n' and 's,' a 't.'

Which left my now 'corrected' word as 'intentsley.'

I guess I must be going crazy.

I was going to say something about the mark in class when Mrs Taylor asked if anyone had any questions, but I didn't. Why? Because I was so...upset...I would have vapourised at three paces.

Monday's lesson is going to be interesting.
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