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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