The title says it all. Today was a big bludge. And, I got 2 comments today. Come on! I thought times were looking up. But anyway. To blogging.
Period 1 was Maths, which was the first of the bludges. Faulds didn't show up for the first 15 minutes or so (so I played iPod Solitaire), and the last half of the lesson was spent playing Calculator Cricket with Mango. I'm not sure if that's actually what it's called. Anyway. It's that game where we both use the random number generator on the calculator, and we see who wins. I lost 24-20. The worst play was when he got 21. And I got 1. That was ridiculous. Anyway. Next was Drama, which was in Room 38 instead of our regular room. It was all about the meaning behind every TV show. They claimed that the meaning behind the 'The Simpsons' was to use humour to highlight the 'foibles of modern life.' I say they're overthinking it. They highlight the foibles to create humour. The point of 'The Simpsons' is to make people laugh. There is not hidden meaning in everything. That's one of the things I don't like about abstract art. It's a bunch of splotches that are supposed to mean something. This is good, it looks like something. This is retarded. Anyway. Moving on. Recess was 13, with John, Kevin and Andy. Next was Commerce, which was doing more work on Law. We also found out the name of the new teacher who was sitting in for all those classes last term. It's Miss Fox-Coleman.
Period 4 was Science, which was doing some prac work on electrical circuits. NTR work: No thought required. Then Lunch, which was 13, then 31, then the ESP game, with Kevin, John and Andy. The ESP game was a game I came up with one day when I got bored, but it's actually really fun. Everyone guesses a card (say, the four of hearts), and then you reveal one after everyone's guessed. If you get the suit, it's one point; if you get the number, it's two, and if you get both; it's three. It's a game involving basically all luck, but it is really fun. I love it. In the end, Andy won by one point. Period 5 was English, which was full of Tiana-isms, like 'Did Shakespeare really write 'Romeo and Juliet?'' and my favourite, all about the Queen of England. 'How does the Queen make money?' she asked, which was a fair point. Hancock started talking about how if she comes here, we (Australia) pays for everything. Then Tiana said 'But why?' So Hancock, being funny, said 'She's on all the coins.' But Tiana took it seriously, so she said, 'Well, so are kangaroos, and we don't do it to them!' Oy vey. She is funny. Last was History, which was doing a bit more work. Then at home, I went on MSN, and listened to Billy Joel (I have 'The Entertainer' in my head today.). And here I am, blogging.
To comments: 2, from 2 people, which is probably to be expected after the late post. Hmm.
*Ebony: I love school sport, it's fun, and you can get away with not doing much. But for some reason, when I play Sport (with the exception of rugby, for the sheer reason that I completely suck at it), I actually put in. I mean, I don't seem like the type of person that'd do that. Hmm. And 31 is not really like 21, except that you have to make up a number. It's much easier to explain it by playing it.
*Anon: What's 13? What's 13. I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer.
Well, I'm gonna wind up now. Tomorrow I have PE, and I may be doing AFL. Which will be awesome. It could be the only sport I'm better at than the average person. Maybe.
It's the end of April already (how time flies),
AB
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Just My Luck
Today was a pretty unlucky day, sort of, although some of my hands in 13 might disagree with me. Anyway. I'll get to all of this, including why Hancock and Johnson seem to be teaming up to make me very annoyed. And yes, it's late again, blame hapkido. From now on, early posts on Mondays and Wednesdays. Like, 4:00-ish early.
I slept in 45 minutes today, so I had to rush as quickly as I could so that I could finish my post from yesterday (the timing couldn't have been worse). That was unlucky event number 1. I got to school after Jo dropped me off, and when the bell went for Role Call, I gave my History assessment to Mrs Johnson. All well and good.
Or so I thought. History comes around, and Johnson ends up saying 'It's due in on Friday.' What. That's hours of work on one day, missing a post and having to do it in the morning for nothing. Oy vey. Unlucky event 2. But apart from that, History wasn't much. Next comes English, and we started our 'Macbeth' topic, called 'Throne of Blood,' which may be the awesomest school topic name ever. We talked about a project we got, and when the bell went, I thought to myself: 'Hang on. He didn't mention our stories.' So that whole thing was for nothing. Unlucky event 3. But, I still put it on his desk, because I wrote that, missing a post, and for the love of god, he is going to read it. Recess was 13, with John, Kevin and Andy. Then it was Ag, which was doing some more work on goats. When I finished that, I played Solitaire with my mini-cards, read a bit, and thought a bit about my book. I have a few ideas, and of them I reckon I could flesh out the plots of two fully. I'll do those, and see what I think. Lunch was, again, 13, but with the addition of Eric and Victor. Victor completely owned all of us; he just kept winning. At one point, he bombed, then finished with a straight from 3 to ten. In another round, all Kevin played a 2 of diamonds. Just one card. In yet another, somebody (I forget who) was beaten with a 3 of clubs, being their free. Funny hands.
Sport was European handball and basketball. In European handball, we lost 6-4, because Javery, Roshan and Peter dominated. We had Bryan and Hewie, but it just wasn't enough. And Tan didn't want to goalkeep for us, which was another problem. Ah well. Then around 2-ish, we played basketball. Well, played isn't the right word, as nobody really did much. I ended up just sitting down after a while, with nobody noticing. Then when the bell went, I went to the station, then walked back to school because I left my jacket on the ground. Unlucky event 4 (I am on a roll today). Then when I got home, I went on MSN, and then it was time to go to hapkido around 7-ish.
Today, at hapkido, Shay wasn't there, and luckily too. Because we got our asses kicked. The first 5 minutes was: a minute straight of push-ups, a minute straight of sit-ups, squats, triceps push-ups and toe touches. We had to count them, and I think I got to 185. That was torturing. I had trouble sitting up, because my abs were shot. Anyway. I also learnt that blue belts are worse than anyone when they use self-defence. I don't know why, but they are. Anyway. Then, when I got home, I blogged as much as I could, then finished on Thursday morning.
Comments: 4 from 4 people. The blog is looking up. But, to replies.
*Kevin: 31 is great. I love it.
*Ebony: I know, I know. And nobody does have an excuse for not commenting: listen to Ebony peoples.
*Rosa: I actually like Drama, I always have. Even theory's not that bad.
*Corinne: Luckily there's a Wikipedia article about it, so here it is. That's the general gist of it.
Well, I'll sum up. I almost have to go to school. Ah well.
I posted way too late (Unlucky event 5?),
AB
I slept in 45 minutes today, so I had to rush as quickly as I could so that I could finish my post from yesterday (the timing couldn't have been worse). That was unlucky event number 1. I got to school after Jo dropped me off, and when the bell went for Role Call, I gave my History assessment to Mrs Johnson. All well and good.
Or so I thought. History comes around, and Johnson ends up saying 'It's due in on Friday.' What. That's hours of work on one day, missing a post and having to do it in the morning for nothing. Oy vey. Unlucky event 2. But apart from that, History wasn't much. Next comes English, and we started our 'Macbeth' topic, called 'Throne of Blood,' which may be the awesomest school topic name ever. We talked about a project we got, and when the bell went, I thought to myself: 'Hang on. He didn't mention our stories.' So that whole thing was for nothing. Unlucky event 3. But, I still put it on his desk, because I wrote that, missing a post, and for the love of god, he is going to read it. Recess was 13, with John, Kevin and Andy. Then it was Ag, which was doing some more work on goats. When I finished that, I played Solitaire with my mini-cards, read a bit, and thought a bit about my book. I have a few ideas, and of them I reckon I could flesh out the plots of two fully. I'll do those, and see what I think. Lunch was, again, 13, but with the addition of Eric and Victor. Victor completely owned all of us; he just kept winning. At one point, he bombed, then finished with a straight from 3 to ten. In another round, all Kevin played a 2 of diamonds. Just one card. In yet another, somebody (I forget who) was beaten with a 3 of clubs, being their free. Funny hands.
Sport was European handball and basketball. In European handball, we lost 6-4, because Javery, Roshan and Peter dominated. We had Bryan and Hewie, but it just wasn't enough. And Tan didn't want to goalkeep for us, which was another problem. Ah well. Then around 2-ish, we played basketball. Well, played isn't the right word, as nobody really did much. I ended up just sitting down after a while, with nobody noticing. Then when the bell went, I went to the station, then walked back to school because I left my jacket on the ground. Unlucky event 4 (I am on a roll today). Then when I got home, I went on MSN, and then it was time to go to hapkido around 7-ish.
Today, at hapkido, Shay wasn't there, and luckily too. Because we got our asses kicked. The first 5 minutes was: a minute straight of push-ups, a minute straight of sit-ups, squats, triceps push-ups and toe touches. We had to count them, and I think I got to 185. That was torturing. I had trouble sitting up, because my abs were shot. Anyway. I also learnt that blue belts are worse than anyone when they use self-defence. I don't know why, but they are. Anyway. Then, when I got home, I blogged as much as I could, then finished on Thursday morning.
Comments: 4 from 4 people. The blog is looking up. But, to replies.
*Kevin: 31 is great. I love it.
*Ebony: I know, I know. And nobody does have an excuse for not commenting: listen to Ebony peoples.
*Rosa: I actually like Drama, I always have. Even theory's not that bad.
*Corinne: Luckily there's a Wikipedia article about it, so here it is. That's the general gist of it.
Well, I'll sum up. I almost have to go to school. Ah well.
I posted way too late (Unlucky event 5?),
AB
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Back to School, Unfortunately
Yes, yes, it's late. I know. I've actually now added a label saying 'late post.' It's because I did 5 hours of homework, finishing off my English short story, and my History Migrants research task. I did what probably comes to about 800 words. It's not like blogging, which takes about 2 hours to write 1300 words. You actually have to think, and research, not remember. People who blog should understand. But, I'm way off topic here. Blogging. Late. To my day. My long, tiring day.
I woke up at 6 (because that's what I do on school days. I wake up at 6), and prepared for the first day of hell, school style. My Mum dropped me off, and I went to see everyone. Victor has been undreaded (I almost wrote 'undeaded' there, which sounds awesome), and Eric looks a bit like he's from the 80s, like my brother before he cut his hair. It actually looks pretty good. Memorable event: Ebony came up behind Victor and gave what I believe is technically called 'glomping.' (Urban Dictionary explains.) I found a picture on the net that totally sums this up, except outside. I have no idea what the caption means, but the picture itself is almost exactly what happened. Here it is. Period 1 was Geography, which was doing some work, and then writing some of my short story. I did that all through the day, just add bits and pieces to it, so I didn't have much to do at home (it worked, in that I had less to do. But still a lot.). Next was Science, and Robson has permanently returned (thank god!), so no more substitutes, and we get to keep one of the best Science teachers in the school. Awesome. We started a new topic, all to do with electricity. Recess was talking to John and Victor. Period 3 was Ag, which was finishing up on our cow topic, and starting our goat topic (I almost said starting on goats, but it sounded more than a bit wrong). Then PE, which was starting a new topic, about mental health.
Next was Lunch. The first 15 or so minutes was spent talking again, and then the rest was spent playing 13, and 31 ('We started on 13, but we changed to 31.' That's a 'Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)' parody quote. It's funny to me.) with John, Kevin and Andy. Period 5 was Maths, and back to A1 work, on the surface area of spheres, hemispheres and open hemispheres (I still say open hemispheres have the same surface area of spheres. You're only supposed to measure the outside, but there's an inside as well. Yes, I'm weird.). Last was Drama, which was talking about playbuilding, so we had to think of a memorable event set outside. It took me a while to think of one, but then I remembered the time in Year 1 where I was playing Tip, and sprinted head-first into a flagpole. I told the class that story, and there was a laugh (wasn't funny when it happened, I'll tell you that. It was my Dad's birthday, so I had cake and everything that I didn't get to eat. The year before as well, I was in hospital for my Dad's birthday.) That's a long story, and maybe when I get bored I'll tell it. When I got home, I finished my English story and History project. Maybe I'll post the story sometime. I might even start a new blog, for my writings. I am starting a book... Hmm. Maybe later, if I need to. Anyway. I finished around 8:45-ish, which left me not long to blog. To end my day, I surfed the net, and went on MSN.
Comments, now. Again, 2 from Karen. Which is interesting, because I now have 10 followers. Hmm. Anyway.
*Karen: I know! It seems like everyone's given up. I never should have said that I don't need Victor's comments. *sigh*
*Karen: It is a good energy release, but my right arm hurt all of today. Bloody hell. And you are awesome. I wasn't looking forward to school as well. Friends yes, not school.
I'll just finish up now. I almost have to go to school (I am blogging on Wednesday morning. Explanation above.). Please comment, everybody, not just one person. I don't have a replies section for nothing.
School is back, back again (Bugger),
AB
I woke up at 6 (because that's what I do on school days. I wake up at 6), and prepared for the first day of hell, school style. My Mum dropped me off, and I went to see everyone. Victor has been undreaded (I almost wrote 'undeaded' there, which sounds awesome), and Eric looks a bit like he's from the 80s, like my brother before he cut his hair. It actually looks pretty good. Memorable event: Ebony came up behind Victor and gave what I believe is technically called 'glomping.' (Urban Dictionary explains.) I found a picture on the net that totally sums this up, except outside. I have no idea what the caption means, but the picture itself is almost exactly what happened. Here it is. Period 1 was Geography, which was doing some work, and then writing some of my short story. I did that all through the day, just add bits and pieces to it, so I didn't have much to do at home (it worked, in that I had less to do. But still a lot.). Next was Science, and Robson has permanently returned (thank god!), so no more substitutes, and we get to keep one of the best Science teachers in the school. Awesome. We started a new topic, all to do with electricity. Recess was talking to John and Victor. Period 3 was Ag, which was finishing up on our cow topic, and starting our goat topic (I almost said starting on goats, but it sounded more than a bit wrong). Then PE, which was starting a new topic, about mental health.
Next was Lunch. The first 15 or so minutes was spent talking again, and then the rest was spent playing 13, and 31 ('We started on 13, but we changed to 31.' That's a 'Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)' parody quote. It's funny to me.) with John, Kevin and Andy. Period 5 was Maths, and back to A1 work, on the surface area of spheres, hemispheres and open hemispheres (I still say open hemispheres have the same surface area of spheres. You're only supposed to measure the outside, but there's an inside as well. Yes, I'm weird.). Last was Drama, which was talking about playbuilding, so we had to think of a memorable event set outside. It took me a while to think of one, but then I remembered the time in Year 1 where I was playing Tip, and sprinted head-first into a flagpole. I told the class that story, and there was a laugh (wasn't funny when it happened, I'll tell you that. It was my Dad's birthday, so I had cake and everything that I didn't get to eat. The year before as well, I was in hospital for my Dad's birthday.) That's a long story, and maybe when I get bored I'll tell it. When I got home, I finished my English story and History project. Maybe I'll post the story sometime. I might even start a new blog, for my writings. I am starting a book... Hmm. Maybe later, if I need to. Anyway. I finished around 8:45-ish, which left me not long to blog. To end my day, I surfed the net, and went on MSN.
Comments, now. Again, 2 from Karen. Which is interesting, because I now have 10 followers. Hmm. Anyway.
*Karen: I know! It seems like everyone's given up. I never should have said that I don't need Victor's comments. *sigh*
*Karen: It is a good energy release, but my right arm hurt all of today. Bloody hell. And you are awesome. I wasn't looking forward to school as well. Friends yes, not school.
I'll just finish up now. I almost have to go to school (I am blogging on Wednesday morning. Explanation above.). Please comment, everybody, not just one person. I don't have a replies section for nothing.
School is back, back again (Bugger),
AB
Monday, April 27, 2009
The Final Day
The last day of holidays, for me at least. Thus ends the holidays, and begins the term. Tomorrow. Now, I'll blog about my day, and it may be late, because I've got hapkido.
I woke up around 7:30-ish, I think, and then stayed in bed until 9, on my laptop, surfing the net. Then I had breakfast and did chores, and so on, and that took until 11 (today went by quickly). I then went on my laptop for about 3 hours, until 2, when my brother and I both went to Shay's place. Shay wasn't there yet, but Lachlan was, and we all jumped on the trampoline for a while. Then, I got on their Wii, and played Wii Sports, doing tennis, baseball and bowling. I did OK at tennis, pretty good on baseball (I won 10-2 in a mercy rule. Sweet.), and the same for bowling, once I got the hang of it. When Shay got home, Jo, her and I all went to Hammondville Shops, for Shay's job interview in IGA (I hope she gets in!). Once that was finished, we went to go get her winter uniform, and then it was back to her house. We went on the trampoline again, just me and her, then EJ and Lachlan came in. I then went on the Wii, some more, playing Wii Tennis with EJ, Lachlan and Shaylee (losing, losing, and losing respectively), and baseball with EJ (tying). EJ and I were also going to do bowling, but it was time to go home. We got home around 5, and for another 2 hours I went on my laptop, dinner excluded of course. Then my Dad picked up Shay (long time, no see), and we went to hapkido.
There was about 30 or 40 people there, and we did such things as the 'Tunnel of Death,' (a bit strange, and tiring as well), and drills, drills, drills. We finished around 8:30, and the meeting afterwards went until 9-ish. But, all in all, today's hapkido was a lot of fun, with me getting some more pointers on my punches (I still need some practice, but I'm optimistic). When I got home, after doing last-minute chores, I started blogging, and here I am, doing just that, and watch 'The Biggest Loser' finale.
To comments, 2 from... 1 person?! But, anyway. It'll make replying easier (but when I said I don't need comments yesterday, I did mean I still prefer them), that's for one.
*Karen: First and only! You are awesome.
*Karen: It sometimes takes me hours to really wake up, and sometimes minutes. I'm weird like that. See you tomorrow!
Well, I'll sum up today's post. Tomorrow's may be long (return to school), or short (work, work, work, work, work.). We'll see.
The holidays are over (why can't we go back Wednesday instead?),
AB
I woke up around 7:30-ish, I think, and then stayed in bed until 9, on my laptop, surfing the net. Then I had breakfast and did chores, and so on, and that took until 11 (today went by quickly). I then went on my laptop for about 3 hours, until 2, when my brother and I both went to Shay's place. Shay wasn't there yet, but Lachlan was, and we all jumped on the trampoline for a while. Then, I got on their Wii, and played Wii Sports, doing tennis, baseball and bowling. I did OK at tennis, pretty good on baseball (I won 10-2 in a mercy rule. Sweet.), and the same for bowling, once I got the hang of it. When Shay got home, Jo, her and I all went to Hammondville Shops, for Shay's job interview in IGA (I hope she gets in!). Once that was finished, we went to go get her winter uniform, and then it was back to her house. We went on the trampoline again, just me and her, then EJ and Lachlan came in. I then went on the Wii, some more, playing Wii Tennis with EJ, Lachlan and Shaylee (losing, losing, and losing respectively), and baseball with EJ (tying). EJ and I were also going to do bowling, but it was time to go home. We got home around 5, and for another 2 hours I went on my laptop, dinner excluded of course. Then my Dad picked up Shay (long time, no see), and we went to hapkido.
There was about 30 or 40 people there, and we did such things as the 'Tunnel of Death,' (a bit strange, and tiring as well), and drills, drills, drills. We finished around 8:30, and the meeting afterwards went until 9-ish. But, all in all, today's hapkido was a lot of fun, with me getting some more pointers on my punches (I still need some practice, but I'm optimistic). When I got home, after doing last-minute chores, I started blogging, and here I am, doing just that, and watch 'The Biggest Loser' finale.
To comments, 2 from... 1 person?! But, anyway. It'll make replying easier (but when I said I don't need comments yesterday, I did mean I still prefer them), that's for one.
*Karen: First and only! You are awesome.
*Karen: It sometimes takes me hours to really wake up, and sometimes minutes. I'm weird like that. See you tomorrow!
Well, I'll sum up today's post. Tomorrow's may be long (return to school), or short (work, work, work, work, work.). We'll see.
The holidays are over (why can't we go back Wednesday instead?),
AB
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Footy, Footy, Footy
AFL, of course. Because, today was basically centred around AFL. We didn't go to a game (well, not professional), but my brother had his game, and later my dad, my brother and I all watched the Carlton-Bulldogs game. Also I couldn't think of a better title. Ah, well.
I was woken up at 7 (I have had enough of being woken up. Yesterday was 4. I want to sleep tomorrow.), to get ready for EJ's game. After tired stumbling around the house, we left around 8, with me bringing my New Scientist magazine and my iPod. Once we got there, I played a bit of footy, before Shay's family and Maddie arrived (Lachlan plays in EJ's team). I read my magazine, until my Mum said that I had to go on flags, which I've done once before. Shay and Maddie also came, with Shay doing the scorecard and Maddie listening to music and talking to us. We also did movie quotes. My favourite was when I got a flag, held it like a sword, and said 'My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!' which I thought was pretty funny (I got it off an Abridged episode. I don't actually know what it's from. And speaking of Abridged, Episode 39 is out. Sweet). Anyway. At half-time, we switched, with me doing the scorecard and Shay on the flags. In the end, they won by a goal, after coming back in the fourth quarter.
Then, after the game, around 11, Mum and I went home, and EJ and Dad went with my brother's coach. When we got home (after going to Wattle Grove Shops for lunch), I went on my laptop (MSN, specifically), and watched TV. Then, it was time for the Carlton-Bulldogs game. I didn't go to the match, so I won't go into detail, but suffice to say that I wasn't hopeful, but the Blues demolished the Dogs by 43 points, and jumped to third on percentage, behind the Saints and the Cats (game report here). After all that, it was dinner, and here I am, blogging, on MSN, and watching TV.
To comments: 3, again from 2 people. And I can't help but mention here: where is Victor? But, my blog is my own, and I don't need comments (though don't not comment. I mean, I still like them. But, I digress.).
*Karen: Long time, no comment. And first as well! Lol.
*Karen: 4 am, I know. But once you wake up (I mean really wake up, as in fully aware), everything's fine. And I'm probably spending my last days of freedom doing work. *sigh* It's like I'm back already. Ah well.
*Shafi: No problem, man.
I'll wrap it all up now. Tomorrow will be spent on work and hapkido, so expect a short-ish post (and I don't like short posts. But you probably worked that one out already.). Then, it will be school. Hopefully we won't have much work on the first few days back. Hopefully.
The holidays have gone by so quickly,
AB
I was woken up at 7 (I have had enough of being woken up. Yesterday was 4. I want to sleep tomorrow.), to get ready for EJ's game. After tired stumbling around the house, we left around 8, with me bringing my New Scientist magazine and my iPod. Once we got there, I played a bit of footy, before Shay's family and Maddie arrived (Lachlan plays in EJ's team). I read my magazine, until my Mum said that I had to go on flags, which I've done once before. Shay and Maddie also came, with Shay doing the scorecard and Maddie listening to music and talking to us. We also did movie quotes. My favourite was when I got a flag, held it like a sword, and said 'My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!' which I thought was pretty funny (I got it off an Abridged episode. I don't actually know what it's from. And speaking of Abridged, Episode 39 is out. Sweet). Anyway. At half-time, we switched, with me doing the scorecard and Shay on the flags. In the end, they won by a goal, after coming back in the fourth quarter.
Then, after the game, around 11, Mum and I went home, and EJ and Dad went with my brother's coach. When we got home (after going to Wattle Grove Shops for lunch), I went on my laptop (MSN, specifically), and watched TV. Then, it was time for the Carlton-Bulldogs game. I didn't go to the match, so I won't go into detail, but suffice to say that I wasn't hopeful, but the Blues demolished the Dogs by 43 points, and jumped to third on percentage, behind the Saints and the Cats (game report here). After all that, it was dinner, and here I am, blogging, on MSN, and watching TV.
To comments: 3, again from 2 people. And I can't help but mention here: where is Victor? But, my blog is my own, and I don't need comments (though don't not comment. I mean, I still like them. But, I digress.).
*Karen: Long time, no comment. And first as well! Lol.
*Karen: 4 am, I know. But once you wake up (I mean really wake up, as in fully aware), everything's fine. And I'm probably spending my last days of freedom doing work. *sigh* It's like I'm back already. Ah well.
*Shafi: No problem, man.
I'll wrap it all up now. Tomorrow will be spent on work and hapkido, so expect a short-ish post (and I don't like short posts. But you probably worked that one out already.). Then, it will be school. Hopefully we won't have much work on the first few days back. Hopefully.
The holidays have gone by so quickly,
AB
Saturday, April 25, 2009
The 2009 Dawn Service
Usually I would say just 'The Dawn Service,' but I need some way of distinguishing between ones that I am probably going to go to over the next few years. But, anyway. Today, of course, was ANZAC Day, and ever since my first one last year, Shay's family and my family have all gone to Holsworthy Army Base for the Dawn Service. And that's what we did. I'll try to remember as much as I can.
I was woken up at 4 (I wish I was joking. I really do) so that we could get to the Dawn Service. We left at 4:15, and we all got to Holsworthy Army Base around 4:30. We stepped outside the car: it was freezing. Then again, it is an early morning in April in Sydney, but still. It was cold. The people who ended up coming in our group were: my family, Shay's family, Maddie (Shay's friend from yesterday) and a friend of Shay's family called Carol, who I've never met before. We all stood around talking, yawning and shivering until 5, when the Dawn Service actually started. It's hard to say all about it, as it's one of those thing that you really have to be there for, rather than talk about. But I'll give it a shot. They talked a bit on 4RAR (Wikipedia link), who seem to be the major army battalion making up Holsworthy Base, and who I think Shay's dad Michael is a part of. They talked about the history of the regiment, and all the casualties of the all the wars that they had been a part in. There was also a lot of prayers. Being an atheist, it was a bit weird, especially when they got to 'the Lord's Prayer,' and everybody started chanting. That was slightly unnerving. The Service ended with a bugle, played at around 5:45, as the sun was coming up. Once it was finished, we talked for a bit, and all went to get breakfast, around 6. I had, to memory, one Danish pastry-thing, 2 ANZAC Biscuits, bacon, a croissant, a waffle, a scone and 3 cartons of juice (Yeah. I was that hungry.). After mucking around with EJ, Shay, Lachlan and Maddie for a while, it was time to go at 7.
We got home around 7:15, which was freaky, as I usually get up around then. So it was like we never left, in a way. I finished up Friday's post (which was too short, in my opinion. It was less than 500 words. That may be long for some people; not for me.), and then up until about 7, I actually wasn't on my laptop. I watched TV, and played cards with my brother. I really want to go back to school, although I still have some work to do, so maybe I don't. Hmm. Then, I went on my laptop, where I am right now, listening to music, surfing the net, on MSN, and blogging.
Comments now. 3 again, from the same 2 people. Ah well.
*Victor: No. It was too short. That's what I think, anyway,
*Shafi: It took me a while to work that one out too. Once you get the hang of it though, it's pretty easy.
*Shafi: Oy vey. Go to 'Edit Posts,' and click on the post that you want to change the date or time on. Click on 'Post Options,' below the body of the text, and you'll get 'Post date and time.' Change it manually, click 'Publish Post,' and there you are. I hope that helps!
That's it for today. Tomorrow and Monday will be pretty busy, with homework and all, and my brother's footy game. That's the end of the holidays for you. Ah well.
I have too much work (but what's new),
AB
I was woken up at 4 (I wish I was joking. I really do) so that we could get to the Dawn Service. We left at 4:15, and we all got to Holsworthy Army Base around 4:30. We stepped outside the car: it was freezing. Then again, it is an early morning in April in Sydney, but still. It was cold. The people who ended up coming in our group were: my family, Shay's family, Maddie (Shay's friend from yesterday) and a friend of Shay's family called Carol, who I've never met before. We all stood around talking, yawning and shivering until 5, when the Dawn Service actually started. It's hard to say all about it, as it's one of those thing that you really have to be there for, rather than talk about. But I'll give it a shot. They talked a bit on 4RAR (Wikipedia link), who seem to be the major army battalion making up Holsworthy Base, and who I think Shay's dad Michael is a part of. They talked about the history of the regiment, and all the casualties of the all the wars that they had been a part in. There was also a lot of prayers. Being an atheist, it was a bit weird, especially when they got to 'the Lord's Prayer,' and everybody started chanting. That was slightly unnerving. The Service ended with a bugle, played at around 5:45, as the sun was coming up. Once it was finished, we talked for a bit, and all went to get breakfast, around 6. I had, to memory, one Danish pastry-thing, 2 ANZAC Biscuits, bacon, a croissant, a waffle, a scone and 3 cartons of juice (Yeah. I was that hungry.). After mucking around with EJ, Shay, Lachlan and Maddie for a while, it was time to go at 7.
We got home around 7:15, which was freaky, as I usually get up around then. So it was like we never left, in a way. I finished up Friday's post (which was too short, in my opinion. It was less than 500 words. That may be long for some people; not for me.), and then up until about 7, I actually wasn't on my laptop. I watched TV, and played cards with my brother. I really want to go back to school, although I still have some work to do, so maybe I don't. Hmm. Then, I went on my laptop, where I am right now, listening to music, surfing the net, on MSN, and blogging.
Comments now. 3 again, from the same 2 people. Ah well.
*Victor: No. It was too short. That's what I think, anyway,
*Shafi: It took me a while to work that one out too. Once you get the hang of it though, it's pretty easy.
*Shafi: Oy vey. Go to 'Edit Posts,' and click on the post that you want to change the date or time on. Click on 'Post Options,' below the body of the text, and you'll get 'Post date and time.' Change it manually, click 'Publish Post,' and there you are. I hope that helps!
That's it for today. Tomorrow and Monday will be pretty busy, with homework and all, and my brother's footy game. That's the end of the holidays for you. Ah well.
I have too much work (but what's new),
AB
Friday, April 24, 2009
Yet More Nothing
Yeah. That's another day of doing nothing. Hell, I don't even feel like doing a list. So expect a short post. Well, relatively short.
I woke up sometime before 7:15. I don't know exactly when, because I woke up, and just listened to the radio (104.1, precisely. I've been listening to them since I was 5, or something like that). I actually opened my eyes and got up at 7:15 though, and then promptly went on my laptop. I was on (ruling out stuff like breakfast and lunch) from then to about 6 at night. I played Spore (getting to the centre of the galaxy, finally, after briefly allying with the Grox. Cha-ching!), surfed the net, went on MSN and listened to music (right now, I'm listening to 'Piano Man,' the song stuck in my head today.) Then, we quickly had dinner, and packed to go to Shay's place, as my parents went to an AFL meeting for our local club. We left about 6:15, after I put . [Late again. I know. It shouldn't happen again during school.]
Shay, Lachlan and Jo weren't there when we got to their place, so I just read for a while, while EJ went on the Wii. They all got home around 7:15, as well as a friend of Shay's from Singleton, Maddie. Then for around 3 hours, we went on the net over the Wii (I didn't know that was possible), watching videos on Youtube like Abridged videos, some guy called Fred (who, by some torturous, faith-in-humanity-losing reason is the most subscribed on Youtube), and other random, funny videos. We also played some Uno, until my parents went to pick us up. I didn't get to blog, so I'm blogging on Saturday.
Comments now. ...Two? Two! Where is everybody today? Or yesterday? Anyway. Replies.
*Victor: It is a really strange one. It defies description.
*Shafi: OK. It's weird. It doesn't defy description. Epoch (according to the online dictionary I use) means a period of time marked by distinctive events. So 'day' would vaguely fit into the description, but it doesn't really fit into the intention of the meaning. 'Apropos' means fitting or pertinent, so I have no clue how that fits (so you could say that 'apropos' isn't apropos in the translation.). And I have a lot of work as well.
I'll finish up. The next post should be a long one, as I'm going to a Dawn Service for Anzac Day. And I hope more people comment. Just saying.
A short post once in a while is OK (but this one, I think, is too short),
AB
I woke up sometime before 7:15. I don't know exactly when, because I woke up, and just listened to the radio (104.1, precisely. I've been listening to them since I was 5, or something like that). I actually opened my eyes and got up at 7:15 though, and then promptly went on my laptop. I was on (ruling out stuff like breakfast and lunch) from then to about 6 at night. I played Spore (getting to the centre of the galaxy, finally, after briefly allying with the Grox. Cha-ching!), surfed the net, went on MSN and listened to music (right now, I'm listening to 'Piano Man,' the song stuck in my head today.) Then, we quickly had dinner, and packed to go to Shay's place, as my parents went to an AFL meeting for our local club. We left about 6:15, after I put . [Late again. I know. It shouldn't happen again during school.]
Shay, Lachlan and Jo weren't there when we got to their place, so I just read for a while, while EJ went on the Wii. They all got home around 7:15, as well as a friend of Shay's from Singleton, Maddie. Then for around 3 hours, we went on the net over the Wii (I didn't know that was possible), watching videos on Youtube like Abridged videos, some guy called Fred (who, by some torturous, faith-in-humanity-losing reason is the most subscribed on Youtube), and other random, funny videos. We also played some Uno, until my parents went to pick us up. I didn't get to blog, so I'm blogging on Saturday.
Comments now. ...Two? Two! Where is everybody today? Or yesterday? Anyway. Replies.
*Victor: It is a really strange one. It defies description.
*Shafi: OK. It's weird. It doesn't defy description. Epoch (according to the online dictionary I use) means a period of time marked by distinctive events. So 'day' would vaguely fit into the description, but it doesn't really fit into the intention of the meaning. 'Apropos' means fitting or pertinent, so I have no clue how that fits (so you could say that 'apropos' isn't apropos in the translation.). And I have a lot of work as well.
I'll finish up. The next post should be a long one, as I'm going to a Dawn Service for Anzac Day. And I hope more people comment. Just saying.
A short post once in a while is OK (but this one, I think, is too short),
AB
Thursday, April 23, 2009
A Long Day of Doing Nothing
That's basically been my day. A long day of doing nothing. A good kind of nothing, though (I love stealing from myself.). So I'm going to do another list (incredibly random). But anyway. To my day.
I woke up around 8:15 (thank god), and watched TV for a while. Then after breakfast, we had to clean the house. Then, once that was finished, I got onto my computer, for a while. Then we had to go up the shops, to pick up some stuff, and for my brother to get a haircut. I will get to that. We went to Casula Shops, and specifically to K-Mart. I was looking in the books section (of course), and I came across 2 editions of 'Angels and Demons': One normal, and one of those 'movie edition' books, as the movie of 'Angels and Demons' is coming out (which I will be going to.). The normal one was $19.99, and the other was $21.99. Which makes you wonder why they'd stock both editions, next to each other, no less. It just seemed really stupid. Anyway. Then I got dropped off at home, while my Mum and my brother went out so he could get a haircut. After about an hour of MSN, surfing the net and listening to the song stuck in my head repeatedly ('The Final Countdown' by Europe. There was a band called 'Europe.' I've never understood why. It's just asking for misunderstanding. But, I'm off topic.). When they got back, I looked at my brother, and flinched. Seriously, flinched. He had hair down to his neck; now it's like mine. It's freaky. I'm still not used to it. Then for basically the rest of the day, I went on my laptop. Surfing the net, for want of something else to do. Not many people are on MSN. I talked to Ebony, Leeza and Victor. I'm still talking to Leeza and Victor. And I'm blogging of course. But that's it.
Now the random list. This is a bit of a specific one, so I'll explain. I was Googling "AB: A Blog", for some reason, and near the bottom was a title that read: 'blogging >> Blog Archive >> AB: A Blog: Too Much Too Quickly.' I clicked on the link, but the blog had apparently been deleted. But Google had cached it, so here it is. It looked like one of my posts had been translated in and out of English, then put onto some random person's blog. I don't why or how they got it, but they did. And now, without further ado: The strangest phrases from the strange post of my post.
*Another epoch of ictus: That sounds randomly awesome. It's one of those things that are so bad it's good. I feel like just renaming my blog that. Cross-checking with the actual post (which i did with the other phrases) and I got 'Another day of stress.' It was funny.
*Which means I own to fill old-fashioned both ends convene modish ones in a minute: Now what the hell was that? I can't even begin to understand that. It's like something from a really bad dub. I think it came from 'Which means I have to get new ones soon,' which sort of makes sense, but it's still way off.
*My uncle is a grievous perforate in it, I over (which I due coordinate old-fashioned apropos today): I give up. I think they just picked random words out of the dictionary. Although, it would be awesome in a ridiculous-and-faintly-disturbing sort of way if my whole blog was done like that. But, I digress. It seems to have come from 'My uncle is a black belt in it, I think (which I just found out about today).' They seem to love the word 'old-fashioned,' as it's scattered all throughout the 'translation.' I think it comes from the word 'out,' although how is beyond me.
OK. Moving on from that strange thing, comments. 8, from 5 people. Which is pretty good.
*Victor: I don't know why you'd be afraid to be first. I'm fine with comments that actually mean something, and are first. First for the sake of first is too much.
*Karen: That's fine, my blog is not the be-all and end-all. And yes, 6:45 is ridiculous. But 1:10 pm is just as out there. And don't remind me about the rapidly disappearing holidays. Please.
*Victor: He's right.
*Mango: Okay...
*Mango: Now we have another paragraphing stickler. And 'Disagree with AB' Day would surely be a a failure. As soon as I recognise that that is the day, everybody would say it isn't.
*Mango: I am.
*Ebony: Every new idea. That is what I'm doing. But the ideas go on forever. And stop complaining about Stephenie Meyer. She is awesome. Yes, there is a lot of hype. But for a good reason. Again: I'll shut up about paragraphs if you stop bagging Meyer.
*Rosa: I love NSW too, but if I had to move, it'd be to Canberra. And maybe she's overrated, but I think she's good. (See Ebony? We have a reasonable person here.)
Going to finish up now. Tomorrow I think I'm going out for dinner, so the blog will either be really early or really late. So a heads up there.
There's that day of relaxation (finally),
AB
I woke up around 8:15 (thank god), and watched TV for a while. Then after breakfast, we had to clean the house. Then, once that was finished, I got onto my computer, for a while. Then we had to go up the shops, to pick up some stuff, and for my brother to get a haircut. I will get to that. We went to Casula Shops, and specifically to K-Mart. I was looking in the books section (of course), and I came across 2 editions of 'Angels and Demons': One normal, and one of those 'movie edition' books, as the movie of 'Angels and Demons' is coming out (which I will be going to.). The normal one was $19.99, and the other was $21.99. Which makes you wonder why they'd stock both editions, next to each other, no less. It just seemed really stupid. Anyway. Then I got dropped off at home, while my Mum and my brother went out so he could get a haircut. After about an hour of MSN, surfing the net and listening to the song stuck in my head repeatedly ('The Final Countdown' by Europe. There was a band called 'Europe.' I've never understood why. It's just asking for misunderstanding. But, I'm off topic.). When they got back, I looked at my brother, and flinched. Seriously, flinched. He had hair down to his neck; now it's like mine. It's freaky. I'm still not used to it. Then for basically the rest of the day, I went on my laptop. Surfing the net, for want of something else to do. Not many people are on MSN. I talked to Ebony, Leeza and Victor. I'm still talking to Leeza and Victor. And I'm blogging of course. But that's it.
Now the random list. This is a bit of a specific one, so I'll explain. I was Googling "AB: A Blog", for some reason, and near the bottom was a title that read: 'blogging >> Blog Archive >> AB: A Blog: Too Much Too Quickly.' I clicked on the link, but the blog had apparently been deleted. But Google had cached it, so here it is. It looked like one of my posts had been translated in and out of English, then put onto some random person's blog. I don't why or how they got it, but they did. And now, without further ado: The strangest phrases from the strange post of my post.
*Another epoch of ictus: That sounds randomly awesome. It's one of those things that are so bad it's good. I feel like just renaming my blog that. Cross-checking with the actual post (which i did with the other phrases) and I got 'Another day of stress.' It was funny.
*Which means I own to fill old-fashioned both ends convene modish ones in a minute: Now what the hell was that? I can't even begin to understand that. It's like something from a really bad dub. I think it came from 'Which means I have to get new ones soon,' which sort of makes sense, but it's still way off.
*My uncle is a grievous perforate in it, I over (which I due coordinate old-fashioned apropos today): I give up. I think they just picked random words out of the dictionary. Although, it would be awesome in a ridiculous-and-faintly-disturbing sort of way if my whole blog was done like that. But, I digress. It seems to have come from 'My uncle is a black belt in it, I think (which I just found out about today).' They seem to love the word 'old-fashioned,' as it's scattered all throughout the 'translation.' I think it comes from the word 'out,' although how is beyond me.
OK. Moving on from that strange thing, comments. 8, from 5 people. Which is pretty good.
*Victor: I don't know why you'd be afraid to be first. I'm fine with comments that actually mean something, and are first. First for the sake of first is too much.
*Karen: That's fine, my blog is not the be-all and end-all. And yes, 6:45 is ridiculous. But 1:10 pm is just as out there. And don't remind me about the rapidly disappearing holidays. Please.
*Victor: He's right.
*Mango: Okay...
*Mango: Now we have another paragraphing stickler. And 'Disagree with AB' Day would surely be a a failure. As soon as I recognise that that is the day, everybody would say it isn't.
*Mango: I am.
*Ebony: Every new idea. That is what I'm doing. But the ideas go on forever. And stop complaining about Stephenie Meyer. She is awesome. Yes, there is a lot of hype. But for a good reason. Again: I'll shut up about paragraphs if you stop bagging Meyer.
*Rosa: I love NSW too, but if I had to move, it'd be to Canberra. And maybe she's overrated, but I think she's good. (See Ebony? We have a reasonable person here.)
Going to finish up now. Tomorrow I think I'm going out for dinner, so the blog will either be really early or really late. So a heads up there.
There's that day of relaxation (finally),
AB
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Returning to Normal
And, it's true. Everything just seems to be going back to normality. The holidays still remain, but we're nearing the end. Why is it going back to normal? Well, I'm back in Sydney, I'm (however reluctantly) doing homework, and I went back to hapkido today, for the first time in weeks. (And, my titling is improving. Or so I think.) But, to my day.
I woke up around 6:45, and promptly went back to sleep. Too early. I then properly woke up at around 7:30, when I got up, and blogged about the previous day (explanation provided in yesterday's post. And, yes, I know it's late, but I was doing hapkido for a while.) This went on until about 9:15, when I finished up blogging, after breakfast and all, and quickly packed up: it was time to go back to Sydney. I did a few things on the way back. I finished 'The Host,' I did some character development for my book, and sometimes I just looked out the window. I saw the town of Collector from that stupid Bega ad (I feel obliged to put a Youtube link in for all who haven't seen it. Link.). I saw a funny ad: 'There's room for all of God's creatures... right next to the chips and vegies!' That's about it, really. I also listened to music over my Mum's iPod, which was attached to the car (speaking of music, the song stuck in my head is 'Beat It' by Fallout Boy. I loved it in Revathy and Bui's dance.). I listened to such songs as 'Pretty Fly (for a White Guy),' which apart from Britney Spears is basically the only song I remember from when I was really young. There was also 'Rock Lobster,' which I saw in a 'Family Guy' episode. I thought Peter made it up. That is a weird song. Another song was 'That Don't Impress Me Much,' by Shania Twain. Brought back memories, I'll say that. But, anyway. That was the trip back home. When we got there, we did some unpacking, checked the mail (I was supposed to get my New Scientist on Friday. It still hasn't come. Oy vey.), and did some homework. Then I basically surfed the net for a few hours, until it was time for hapkido. (That paragraph short enough for you, Victor and Ebony?)
We got to hapkido around 7; and there was almost nobody there (though, it was more than when I almost went into a closed furniture shop. I feel really retarded sometimes.). When class started around 7:15, there was a total of 11 people there. Later one red belt showed up, but that was it. Even Shay wasn't there, which was a first for me, but when we started, that was driven to the back of my head. We didn't do anything particularly tiring, but we didn't stop. I was helped with some of my moves by another white belt, and while doing forward rolls, I repeatedly hit my head and hip. I still have a headache. Hopefully it'll be gone by tomorrow. Anyway. Apparently my Mum and brother were watching for about half an hour, enough to see me hit my head, get hurt by some higher-level belts, and meditate. But, I still like hapkido. It's awesome. And now I'm blogging as quickly as I can, and trying to ignore my headache.
Comments, comments. 6, from presumably 4 people. I say presumably, because the last 2 are anonymous. But I think I can guess who they are.
*Ebony: Paragraphs; the eternal struggle. Please stop ranting about them. I get it. Yes, I'm awesome. And... what? What's wrong with Stephenie Meyer? I loved the movie, and if my 10 year old brother can watch it twice in 2 days, anybody can (I'm not kidding. Yes, it's weird.). How about, you can rant about paragraphs, if you lay off 'Twilight.' Deal? And I like the War Memorial as well, it's sobering (is that the word?).
*Victor: Is this 'Disagree with AB' Day? (and the answer is no, I'm guessing.)
*Rosa: I actually don't mind Canberra. If I had to live somewhere other than Sydney, it'd be there. ...oh, for crying out loud! Please stop bagging Stephenie Meyer, everyone. Please. I would be grateful.
*Ebony: I'm giving up now.
*Anon: Thank you anonymous commenter. Everybody listen to this person here. They get it. Learn from them.
*Anon: It was pretty fascinating. And my guess is... Shafi? Likes Meyer, has slight spelling problems, a friend... Yep, Shafi.
Well, I'd better sum up my day before too long. Tomorrow should be a lot earlier. Remember, I'm really trying. (And for no reason, yesterday's post was 1234 words long. Mild amusement there.)
I will try my hardest to blog earlier,
AB
I woke up around 6:45, and promptly went back to sleep. Too early. I then properly woke up at around 7:30, when I got up, and blogged about the previous day (explanation provided in yesterday's post. And, yes, I know it's late, but I was doing hapkido for a while.) This went on until about 9:15, when I finished up blogging, after breakfast and all, and quickly packed up: it was time to go back to Sydney. I did a few things on the way back. I finished 'The Host,' I did some character development for my book, and sometimes I just looked out the window. I saw the town of Collector from that stupid Bega ad (I feel obliged to put a Youtube link in for all who haven't seen it. Link.). I saw a funny ad: 'There's room for all of God's creatures... right next to the chips and vegies!' That's about it, really. I also listened to music over my Mum's iPod, which was attached to the car (speaking of music, the song stuck in my head is 'Beat It' by Fallout Boy. I loved it in Revathy and Bui's dance.). I listened to such songs as 'Pretty Fly (for a White Guy),' which apart from Britney Spears is basically the only song I remember from when I was really young. There was also 'Rock Lobster,' which I saw in a 'Family Guy' episode. I thought Peter made it up. That is a weird song. Another song was 'That Don't Impress Me Much,' by Shania Twain. Brought back memories, I'll say that. But, anyway. That was the trip back home. When we got there, we did some unpacking, checked the mail (I was supposed to get my New Scientist on Friday. It still hasn't come. Oy vey.), and did some homework. Then I basically surfed the net for a few hours, until it was time for hapkido. (That paragraph short enough for you, Victor and Ebony?)
We got to hapkido around 7; and there was almost nobody there (though, it was more than when I almost went into a closed furniture shop. I feel really retarded sometimes.). When class started around 7:15, there was a total of 11 people there. Later one red belt showed up, but that was it. Even Shay wasn't there, which was a first for me, but when we started, that was driven to the back of my head. We didn't do anything particularly tiring, but we didn't stop. I was helped with some of my moves by another white belt, and while doing forward rolls, I repeatedly hit my head and hip. I still have a headache. Hopefully it'll be gone by tomorrow. Anyway. Apparently my Mum and brother were watching for about half an hour, enough to see me hit my head, get hurt by some higher-level belts, and meditate. But, I still like hapkido. It's awesome. And now I'm blogging as quickly as I can, and trying to ignore my headache.
Comments, comments. 6, from presumably 4 people. I say presumably, because the last 2 are anonymous. But I think I can guess who they are.
*Ebony: Paragraphs; the eternal struggle. Please stop ranting about them. I get it. Yes, I'm awesome. And... what? What's wrong with Stephenie Meyer? I loved the movie, and if my 10 year old brother can watch it twice in 2 days, anybody can (I'm not kidding. Yes, it's weird.). How about, you can rant about paragraphs, if you lay off 'Twilight.' Deal? And I like the War Memorial as well, it's sobering (is that the word?).
*Victor: Is this 'Disagree with AB' Day? (and the answer is no, I'm guessing.)
*Rosa: I actually don't mind Canberra. If I had to live somewhere other than Sydney, it'd be there. ...oh, for crying out loud! Please stop bagging Stephenie Meyer, everyone. Please. I would be grateful.
*Ebony: I'm giving up now.
*Anon: Thank you anonymous commenter. Everybody listen to this person here. They get it. Learn from them.
*Anon: It was pretty fascinating. And my guess is... Shafi? Likes Meyer, has slight spelling problems, a friend... Yep, Shafi.
Well, I'd better sum up my day before too long. Tomorrow should be a lot earlier. Remember, I'm really trying. (And for no reason, yesterday's post was 1234 words long. Mild amusement there.)
I will try my hardest to blog earlier,
AB
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
The Many Attractions of Canberra
I didn't go to all of them, of course, as I've already been to most of them, like Questacon (twice), both Parliament Houses, the Australian War Memorial, Cockington Green, and the National Dinosaur Museum (the only thing I've been to in Canberra which I wouldn't recommend to anybody.). But, there were a few that we did not go to, so we went to 3: Black Mountain Tower, the National Museum of Australia, and the Australian War Memorial (again, since we didn't see all of it last time, and we were looking for 2 things in particular.). So let's get to my day, and as requested (almost demanded) by Victor and Ebony, I will try to paragraph a bit more. Try being the operative word here. But try. [And, yes, I did it again. I was posting, then we had to watch a movie. It'll be easier in Sydney.]
I woke up around 8-ish (finally!), and then went on my laptop for a while, then after breakfast and so on, we decided to go to Black Mountain Tower. It was a fair drive, since Black Mountain Tower is situated on the top of Black Mountain (No. Way.). We had to drive up the hill until we were something like over 800 metres above sea level, just to get to the tower. And when we got there, we just looked up. It was massive. I thought it was bending, but it was actually the clouds moving behind it. It was pretty freaky. We bought a few tickets, then went straight up into the looking platform. We had to take a lift, and instead of ground numbers that lit up, it was: 810 m (above sea level), 820 m, 830 m, all the way up to 880 m above sea level. We went outside and tried to spot a few landmarks, behind a barrier (probably why my fear of heights didn't show up) and in windy conditions. We spotted a few, but not too easily. Then we went inside, and had another look around. We saw a few more landmarks, because above the windows they had signs to assist. But when you're almost 900 m above sea level, there's not much you can easily identify. We also had a look through some coin-operated binoculars, but most of the time was spent with my brother trying to work out how to use them, since he's too short to stand up and look through them and not short enough to sit down. In the end, he got about 10 seconds looking through them, sitting on a chair trying to twist his body so he could see them. Then, after morning tea, we decided to go to the National Museum of Australia.
We got in, and there was no admission fee, which was pretty good. We walked around, looking at many items, such as old Hills Hoists (and if you don't know what that is, then shame on you. Wikipedia link provided.), native items, and so on. There was really good stuff in there, but the whole thing seemed a bit cluttered, and unstructured. There was no rhyme or reason to it (I've been waiting ages to use that idiom. I love it.). But all in all, it was pretty good. We stayed there for about an hour, and then we decided to go to the Australian War Memorial. (I'd have said more here, but there's not much to say.)
We arrived at the War Memorial after trying to see if we (well, more I) could get into the Australian Academy of Science. We seemingly could not, so we moved on to the War Memorial. We were visiting a few things, starting with post-1945 wars, that we had not seen before. We were also looking for an Army truck that Mick (Shay's dad) was in when he got hit by a grenade (I think), and that he donated to the War Memorial. We did find a truck that had belonged to his unit and had been damaged by a grenade, so we took a few pictures of that. I'm almost certain that that was his truck. Anyway. After looking through displays of the Korean War, Vietnam War, the War in Iraq and so on (I couldn't find anything on the Cold War, although I suppose it wasn't really something you could display.), we went to their exhibit, which was on animals in war, which my Mum and my brother really wanted to see. It was really interesting, especially all the stories about the animals. Then, we went to see what was my primary reason for wanting to see the Memorial again. My grandmother (not Nanny) was doing a family tree, and she found one of our relatives who had been involved in World War I. I was told that he was killed at Lone Pine, so I went to look for him. His name was Angus Valentine Cameron, so we looked for A.V. Cameron. But we could only find A. Cameron's. Still, I wanted to find him. So we went to the research centre, and trawled many sites looking for him. It took 45 minutes, but we found him. He was listed under Angus Cameron, and was not killed at Lone Pine, but buried at Lone Pine. He was the only Angus Cameron to be killed at Gallipoli, so it must have been him. (He was actually killed on the landing, which was pretty special in a morbid sort of way.).
Then it was time to get lunch. By this time it was 3, so we were pretty hungry. And when we got home, we didn't do much. I started to blog, but my Dad had bought a movie, so we all watched that. (The movie was 'Twilight,' though, so I wasn't complaining. I was just surprised he bought that.). And that was my Tuesday.
To replies away! 12 comments from 5 people, which is faintly ridiculous. But anyway. Comments.
*Shafi: Yes, yes you are.
*Victor: I try to paragraph. And you, in fact, got second. Lol.
*Shafi (x4): Movie info: not a problem. And I do know the reason behind them changing it, what I meant to say was that nobody complained about the name. I probably should have made that clearer.
*Victor: You say what we're all thinking.
*Shafi: It's OK. Just please: when your comments take up half of all of them, think about cutting back.
*Rosa: It was pretty awesome. I loved it.
*Kevin: I would recommend going. And I think AC won't comment until after the holidays. Just a guess.
*Ebony: Stop bagging Stephenie Meyer. She is awesome. That is all. Fanclub anthem thing is also stopping, it was getting kind of old. And about me thinking about my day in what I'm going to say in my blog: I actually do that. All the time. I think in blog posts. But the thing is, it helps me think. It's weird, but awesome.
*Ebony: I already said this. And stop bagging my reading. Seriously.
Going to finish now, as we're leaving for Sydney in about 5 minutes [on Wednesday, remember?]. I'll say all about this next post. I also don't expect many comments, because of another (incredibly) late post. I won't do these in Sydney.
There is a difference between blogging every day and blogging about every day (but I try to do both),
AB
I woke up around 8-ish (finally!), and then went on my laptop for a while, then after breakfast and so on, we decided to go to Black Mountain Tower. It was a fair drive, since Black Mountain Tower is situated on the top of Black Mountain (No. Way.). We had to drive up the hill until we were something like over 800 metres above sea level, just to get to the tower. And when we got there, we just looked up. It was massive. I thought it was bending, but it was actually the clouds moving behind it. It was pretty freaky. We bought a few tickets, then went straight up into the looking platform. We had to take a lift, and instead of ground numbers that lit up, it was: 810 m (above sea level), 820 m, 830 m, all the way up to 880 m above sea level. We went outside and tried to spot a few landmarks, behind a barrier (probably why my fear of heights didn't show up) and in windy conditions. We spotted a few, but not too easily. Then we went inside, and had another look around. We saw a few more landmarks, because above the windows they had signs to assist. But when you're almost 900 m above sea level, there's not much you can easily identify. We also had a look through some coin-operated binoculars, but most of the time was spent with my brother trying to work out how to use them, since he's too short to stand up and look through them and not short enough to sit down. In the end, he got about 10 seconds looking through them, sitting on a chair trying to twist his body so he could see them. Then, after morning tea, we decided to go to the National Museum of Australia.
We got in, and there was no admission fee, which was pretty good. We walked around, looking at many items, such as old Hills Hoists (and if you don't know what that is, then shame on you. Wikipedia link provided.), native items, and so on. There was really good stuff in there, but the whole thing seemed a bit cluttered, and unstructured. There was no rhyme or reason to it (I've been waiting ages to use that idiom. I love it.). But all in all, it was pretty good. We stayed there for about an hour, and then we decided to go to the Australian War Memorial. (I'd have said more here, but there's not much to say.)
We arrived at the War Memorial after trying to see if we (well, more I) could get into the Australian Academy of Science. We seemingly could not, so we moved on to the War Memorial. We were visiting a few things, starting with post-1945 wars, that we had not seen before. We were also looking for an Army truck that Mick (Shay's dad) was in when he got hit by a grenade (I think), and that he donated to the War Memorial. We did find a truck that had belonged to his unit and had been damaged by a grenade, so we took a few pictures of that. I'm almost certain that that was his truck. Anyway. After looking through displays of the Korean War, Vietnam War, the War in Iraq and so on (I couldn't find anything on the Cold War, although I suppose it wasn't really something you could display.), we went to their exhibit, which was on animals in war, which my Mum and my brother really wanted to see. It was really interesting, especially all the stories about the animals. Then, we went to see what was my primary reason for wanting to see the Memorial again. My grandmother (not Nanny) was doing a family tree, and she found one of our relatives who had been involved in World War I. I was told that he was killed at Lone Pine, so I went to look for him. His name was Angus Valentine Cameron, so we looked for A.V. Cameron. But we could only find A. Cameron's. Still, I wanted to find him. So we went to the research centre, and trawled many sites looking for him. It took 45 minutes, but we found him. He was listed under Angus Cameron, and was not killed at Lone Pine, but buried at Lone Pine. He was the only Angus Cameron to be killed at Gallipoli, so it must have been him. (He was actually killed on the landing, which was pretty special in a morbid sort of way.).
Then it was time to get lunch. By this time it was 3, so we were pretty hungry. And when we got home, we didn't do much. I started to blog, but my Dad had bought a movie, so we all watched that. (The movie was 'Twilight,' though, so I wasn't complaining. I was just surprised he bought that.). And that was my Tuesday.
To replies away! 12 comments from 5 people, which is faintly ridiculous. But anyway. Comments.
*Shafi: Yes, yes you are.
*Victor: I try to paragraph. And you, in fact, got second. Lol.
*Shafi (x4): Movie info: not a problem. And I do know the reason behind them changing it, what I meant to say was that nobody complained about the name. I probably should have made that clearer.
*Victor: You say what we're all thinking.
*Shafi: It's OK. Just please: when your comments take up half of all of them, think about cutting back.
*Rosa: It was pretty awesome. I loved it.
*Kevin: I would recommend going. And I think AC won't comment until after the holidays. Just a guess.
*Ebony: Stop bagging Stephenie Meyer. She is awesome. That is all. Fanclub anthem thing is also stopping, it was getting kind of old. And about me thinking about my day in what I'm going to say in my blog: I actually do that. All the time. I think in blog posts. But the thing is, it helps me think. It's weird, but awesome.
*Ebony: I already said this. And stop bagging my reading. Seriously.
Going to finish now, as we're leaving for Sydney in about 5 minutes [on Wednesday, remember?]. I'll say all about this next post. I also don't expect many comments, because of another (incredibly) late post. I won't do these in Sydney.
There is a difference between blogging every day and blogging about every day (but I try to do both),
AB
Monday, April 20, 2009
A Trip to the National Zoo
OK, I know I haven't been making very creative titles recently. But, that's because I can sum up in a few words exactly what I did. For example, today I went to the National Zoo (No way! Really?), which I shall blog extensively about. Starting in the next paragraph. Which is after the next sentence. So, right now.
I woke up at 6:30 (hopefully it won't happen again. I would have gone back to sleep, but once I get up, I can't get back to sleep), and went out to finish yesterday's post. It was freezing in Canberra this morning, and it was cold all day. I played Spore up until the time we had to leave for the Zoo, around 9:30. I took my iPod and a book, just for the car. When we got there, we waited until it opened at 10, and then it was time to go see all of the animals. The first lot we saw were the Black-Capped Capuchin Monkeys (Wikipedia article included), which ended up being my favourite animals in the zoo. They were surrounded by this moat filled with koi fish, and in the middle was a gigantic set of trees, climbing posts, and a cabin to the right filled with food. And the monkeys got the nuts out by cracking them open on the wooden floor of the cabin. They looked so human; they used tools, their hands looked like ours, they socialised (they reminded me of my brother and I) like humans, and I saw one standing upright. It also made me think: if you watched them, you could see just what Charles Darwin meant. But, I'm getting off topic. After the monkeys, we went to the aquarium-and-reptile house in one. There were sharks that looked like they'd been shrunk, fish that were gigantic, one huge lobster-like creature, a lot of snakes (which freaked my Mum out no end, and was funny to watch), frogs, chameleons, iguanas, and one turtle (I like turtles. I have no idea why I just typed that.). Once we finished that, we went past the snow leopards, who didn't move, to the bears, who walked around and were pretty cool, past the otters, and to the realm of the lions. (I have a map of the Zoo in front of me, and I'm piecing it together from there.) We spent a while here. We couldn't take very good pictures, as they were a bit far off for the camera (though I did try), but we saw lions, and rare white lions (Wikipedia again. I might be doing this a lot. But it's good information). Then at quarter to 11, a zookeeper came by, who talked about the lions, and offered to let people hand-feed some white lion cubs. We had to sign a release form (since, with lions being carnivorous, seems like a good idea) just so that my brother could do it. I could only watch from a distance due to the number of people present, but from what I heard, they had to feed them through the bars, which sounds funny in hindsight but probably wasn't for my brother, who fed them, and was the first one to do it on top of that. It makes me smile and my brother feel woozy just thinking about it.
After that, we passed the red pandas (who look more like raccoons. Wikipedia link.), and went to see those most African of animals, the giraffes and zebras (we also saw elands, but I have absolutely no idea what they are.). You don't know how tall giraffes are until you actually see them in real life. I saw one next to a zebra, which is about as big as a horse: they tower over them. They are massive. After we saw them, we went to see some of the animals that were closer to home: the natives. We saw the dingos, who look just like dogs, but were the only animals in the park surrounded by an electric fence, which gives you some idea of how dangerous they are. Following on was the cheetahs, who are very agile. But we didn't see them running, so it kind of loses something in the moment. Still good, though. Next was the cougars, who were only at a distance, so we didn't see much of them. Then we saw the emus, who could run free with everyone else (though we had to go through a series of doors, so in a way, we were the caged ones as well.). After taking some pictures, we went to see the llamas and alpacas, which kind of lose the novelty since we have some in school. Same for the pig next to them, which was really out of place. Then moving up we saw the fairy penguins (oops, I mean little penguins. I don't understand why they renamed them. Anyway.), and then a wombat. Just one, who was sleeping. But it was funny. Apparently they can run 40 kilometres per hour (I learnt something. I thought that fact was pretty cool, actually. Just more things that can run faster than me.). Next we saw a koala, another one who was sleeping. Then we went to have lunch, passing by more monkeys called Cotton-Top Tamarins (I shouldn't have to explain myself here), who were also awesome (but not as awesome as the capuchins). They ran really fast across the branches, and there was a guinea-pig at the bottom, for some reason. It was the first time I've actually seen a guinea-pig in real life before, which was probably not the point of it, but was still pretty cool. (And they are big.)
We had lunch outside the Capuchin Residence (that's not its actual name, but it sounds cool), who were chasing each other, and one was standing upright for a few seconds. Nobody else saw it but me, which was kinda special. After lunch, we went to see the last animals; the tigers. They were resting, but from a distance they were still pretty cool. Then we went to get souvenirs. I got a hat, as I usually do (that's another collection of mine), and then it was time to go. After we got back home, I went on my laptop, where I've been for a quite a while. And here I am, not on MSN, since I have to finish up my blog.
Comments now, 5 from 4 people. I had 2 before an hour ago, and I had a rant lined up as well. Ah well. Replies now.
*Victor: Yes, yes. Ebony Fan Club, third meeting, joined with Victor Fan Club, third meeting. All rise for conjoint theme song: *plays death growls of 'Ebony and Ivory'* (Actually, that would be pretty awesome.)
*Patrick: Yes, that's how blogging goes. Thanks for commenting, as well! I also enjoyed 'Victor and Ebony are cool?,' which was pretty funny.
*Shafi: 'Knowing,' I would say is worth watching just to see it, but I wouldn't see it a second time. But, 'Race to Witch Mountain' is pretty good. And I didn't see that 50,000 word mark, thanks!
*Shafi: I have no idea what you're talking about. Hmm.
*Ebony: Now you're replying to comments? Comments are not supposed to be replies to comments! Lol. And I'll try to start more paragraphing, I suppose it can get a bit run-together. And I wrote, from memory, 1366 words, the longest yet (though this one might trump it.). If you're wondering why I know that, it's because I have to know it for my word count. And 'The Host' is really good, and it's definitely Stephenie Meyer-y. Girl falls in love with boy. Cross-species romance. Good book; I'd recommend it.
Finishing up now. I'll try to post earlier, but no promises. Tomorrow should be a shorter post, since I don't think much can trump the Zoo.
50,000 words, thanks everybody for commenting,
AB
I woke up at 6:30 (hopefully it won't happen again. I would have gone back to sleep, but once I get up, I can't get back to sleep), and went out to finish yesterday's post. It was freezing in Canberra this morning, and it was cold all day. I played Spore up until the time we had to leave for the Zoo, around 9:30. I took my iPod and a book, just for the car. When we got there, we waited until it opened at 10, and then it was time to go see all of the animals. The first lot we saw were the Black-Capped Capuchin Monkeys (Wikipedia article included), which ended up being my favourite animals in the zoo. They were surrounded by this moat filled with koi fish, and in the middle was a gigantic set of trees, climbing posts, and a cabin to the right filled with food. And the monkeys got the nuts out by cracking them open on the wooden floor of the cabin. They looked so human; they used tools, their hands looked like ours, they socialised (they reminded me of my brother and I) like humans, and I saw one standing upright. It also made me think: if you watched them, you could see just what Charles Darwin meant. But, I'm getting off topic. After the monkeys, we went to the aquarium-and-reptile house in one. There were sharks that looked like they'd been shrunk, fish that were gigantic, one huge lobster-like creature, a lot of snakes (which freaked my Mum out no end, and was funny to watch), frogs, chameleons, iguanas, and one turtle (I like turtles. I have no idea why I just typed that.). Once we finished that, we went past the snow leopards, who didn't move, to the bears, who walked around and were pretty cool, past the otters, and to the realm of the lions. (I have a map of the Zoo in front of me, and I'm piecing it together from there.) We spent a while here. We couldn't take very good pictures, as they were a bit far off for the camera (though I did try), but we saw lions, and rare white lions (Wikipedia again. I might be doing this a lot. But it's good information). Then at quarter to 11, a zookeeper came by, who talked about the lions, and offered to let people hand-feed some white lion cubs. We had to sign a release form (since, with lions being carnivorous, seems like a good idea) just so that my brother could do it. I could only watch from a distance due to the number of people present, but from what I heard, they had to feed them through the bars, which sounds funny in hindsight but probably wasn't for my brother, who fed them, and was the first one to do it on top of that. It makes me smile and my brother feel woozy just thinking about it.
After that, we passed the red pandas (who look more like raccoons. Wikipedia link.), and went to see those most African of animals, the giraffes and zebras (we also saw elands, but I have absolutely no idea what they are.). You don't know how tall giraffes are until you actually see them in real life. I saw one next to a zebra, which is about as big as a horse: they tower over them. They are massive. After we saw them, we went to see some of the animals that were closer to home: the natives. We saw the dingos, who look just like dogs, but were the only animals in the park surrounded by an electric fence, which gives you some idea of how dangerous they are. Following on was the cheetahs, who are very agile. But we didn't see them running, so it kind of loses something in the moment. Still good, though. Next was the cougars, who were only at a distance, so we didn't see much of them. Then we saw the emus, who could run free with everyone else (though we had to go through a series of doors, so in a way, we were the caged ones as well.). After taking some pictures, we went to see the llamas and alpacas, which kind of lose the novelty since we have some in school. Same for the pig next to them, which was really out of place. Then moving up we saw the fairy penguins (oops, I mean little penguins. I don't understand why they renamed them. Anyway.), and then a wombat. Just one, who was sleeping. But it was funny. Apparently they can run 40 kilometres per hour (I learnt something. I thought that fact was pretty cool, actually. Just more things that can run faster than me.). Next we saw a koala, another one who was sleeping. Then we went to have lunch, passing by more monkeys called Cotton-Top Tamarins (I shouldn't have to explain myself here), who were also awesome (but not as awesome as the capuchins). They ran really fast across the branches, and there was a guinea-pig at the bottom, for some reason. It was the first time I've actually seen a guinea-pig in real life before, which was probably not the point of it, but was still pretty cool. (And they are big.)
We had lunch outside the Capuchin Residence (that's not its actual name, but it sounds cool), who were chasing each other, and one was standing upright for a few seconds. Nobody else saw it but me, which was kinda special. After lunch, we went to see the last animals; the tigers. They were resting, but from a distance they were still pretty cool. Then we went to get souvenirs. I got a hat, as I usually do (that's another collection of mine), and then it was time to go. After we got back home, I went on my laptop, where I've been for a quite a while. And here I am, not on MSN, since I have to finish up my blog.
Comments now, 5 from 4 people. I had 2 before an hour ago, and I had a rant lined up as well. Ah well. Replies now.
*Victor: Yes, yes. Ebony Fan Club, third meeting, joined with Victor Fan Club, third meeting. All rise for conjoint theme song: *plays death growls of 'Ebony and Ivory'* (Actually, that would be pretty awesome.)
*Patrick: Yes, that's how blogging goes. Thanks for commenting, as well! I also enjoyed 'Victor and Ebony are cool?,' which was pretty funny.
*Shafi: 'Knowing,' I would say is worth watching just to see it, but I wouldn't see it a second time. But, 'Race to Witch Mountain' is pretty good. And I didn't see that 50,000 word mark, thanks!
*Shafi: I have no idea what you're talking about. Hmm.
*Ebony: Now you're replying to comments? Comments are not supposed to be replies to comments! Lol. And I'll try to start more paragraphing, I suppose it can get a bit run-together. And I wrote, from memory, 1366 words, the longest yet (though this one might trump it.). If you're wondering why I know that, it's because I have to know it for my word count. And 'The Host' is really good, and it's definitely Stephenie Meyer-y. Girl falls in love with boy. Cross-species romance. Good book; I'd recommend it.
Finishing up now. I'll try to post earlier, but no promises. Tomorrow should be a shorter post, since I don't think much can trump the Zoo.
50,000 words, thanks everybody for commenting,
AB
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Road Trip!
If you're wondering what I mean, then wonder no more, for today, [yesterday. Bare with me. As has happened before, I'll post like it happened today, even though it happened yesterday.] the whole family went down to Canberra. And it has the net, thank god. And I know that I'm posting a day late, but that's because I went to a movie, and I had to share the computer with my brother, and we went out to dinner... you get the picture. But, this means I can say everything that happened during the day. So let's see.
I woke up, and as usual, went on my laptop, until breakfast. Then we had to pack for our trip to Canberra. I went on my laptop up until we had to leave, with me going on MSN and surfing the net, as usual. Then, around 12, it was time to go. I went with Dad, and EJ went with Mum. In the first few minutes, I read 'The Host' by Stephenie Meyer, before my dad put on Billy Joel. I listened to that for about an hour and a half, reading on and off. Then I figured it was a good time to work on a bit of my book, specifically character development. I still need a lot more time, though. After Billy Joel, my Dad put on Queen, which I sang along to. It still scares me that I know almost all of the words. So that was the car trip. It was over 3 hours. It got kind of repetitive, but it seemed shorter than the ride home on Saturday, probably because I was actually doing something. When we arrived at my Dad's place in Canberra, Uncle Nudge was already there, with his daughter Darcy. He was watching the match between Melbourne and Richmond. I bring this up because Melbourne were winning. So that's my tips shot for the round, after a win by West Coast as well. I only got 3 for the round. If anybody got 8 I'd be amazed. Anyway. After we unpacked, I got my Dad's internet dongle out, and went straight back on the net. I had to share with my brother, though, so I get it about half the time. At around 6 we went out for dinner, all 5 of us. We got home an hour later (well, not home so much as where we're staying. But it's a lot easier to say 'home'.) Then after a while on Spore and MSN, at around 9 we left for the movie. We went to watch this movie called 'Knowing,' which was pretty good: for about an hour and a half. I'm not going to spoil it, but just know that the last 20 minutes were both unsatisfying and an excuse to use up the special effects budget. Great effects, don't get me wrong, but overdone, in my opinion. It was unsatisfying in that, yeah, all the loose ends were tied up, but not in a way that was particularly enjoyable. The movie ended around 11:30, and on the car ride home, we discussed the movie, and tried to work out what some scenes meant. If you thought about them, they only really served as a function of the movie, rather than as something that naturally followed on from the preceding events. But that's just my opinion. And so that was my day.
Comments now. 4, again, but from 3 people, which is a bit better, or so I think. Anyway.
*Victor: Um... what?
*Karen: Indeed! Seriously though, how do you comment within 4 minutes?
*Karen: I go for the Blues because my Dad does. If they played anyone besides Carlton, I'd be all for the Swans. But just not when they're playing the Blues.
*Ebony: Bloody hell. What is with that "Victor/Ebony is cool" thing, anyway? And if you go to my blog after I went to an AFL game, expect commentary.
I'll just wrap up here. Sorry for the (incredibly) late post, I didn't have much time to do it in. Hopefully I'll be able to do the next post a little earlier.
It's not my fault I posted so late,
AB
I woke up, and as usual, went on my laptop, until breakfast. Then we had to pack for our trip to Canberra. I went on my laptop up until we had to leave, with me going on MSN and surfing the net, as usual. Then, around 12, it was time to go. I went with Dad, and EJ went with Mum. In the first few minutes, I read 'The Host' by Stephenie Meyer, before my dad put on Billy Joel. I listened to that for about an hour and a half, reading on and off. Then I figured it was a good time to work on a bit of my book, specifically character development. I still need a lot more time, though. After Billy Joel, my Dad put on Queen, which I sang along to. It still scares me that I know almost all of the words. So that was the car trip. It was over 3 hours. It got kind of repetitive, but it seemed shorter than the ride home on Saturday, probably because I was actually doing something. When we arrived at my Dad's place in Canberra, Uncle Nudge was already there, with his daughter Darcy. He was watching the match between Melbourne and Richmond. I bring this up because Melbourne were winning. So that's my tips shot for the round, after a win by West Coast as well. I only got 3 for the round. If anybody got 8 I'd be amazed. Anyway. After we unpacked, I got my Dad's internet dongle out, and went straight back on the net. I had to share with my brother, though, so I get it about half the time. At around 6 we went out for dinner, all 5 of us. We got home an hour later (well, not home so much as where we're staying. But it's a lot easier to say 'home'.) Then after a while on Spore and MSN, at around 9 we left for the movie. We went to watch this movie called 'Knowing,' which was pretty good: for about an hour and a half. I'm not going to spoil it, but just know that the last 20 minutes were both unsatisfying and an excuse to use up the special effects budget. Great effects, don't get me wrong, but overdone, in my opinion. It was unsatisfying in that, yeah, all the loose ends were tied up, but not in a way that was particularly enjoyable. The movie ended around 11:30, and on the car ride home, we discussed the movie, and tried to work out what some scenes meant. If you thought about them, they only really served as a function of the movie, rather than as something that naturally followed on from the preceding events. But that's just my opinion. And so that was my day.
Comments now. 4, again, but from 3 people, which is a bit better, or so I think. Anyway.
*Victor: Um... what?
*Karen: Indeed! Seriously though, how do you comment within 4 minutes?
*Karen: I go for the Blues because my Dad does. If they played anyone besides Carlton, I'd be all for the Swans. But just not when they're playing the Blues.
*Ebony: Bloody hell. What is with that "Victor/Ebony is cool" thing, anyway? And if you go to my blog after I went to an AFL game, expect commentary.
I'll just wrap up here. Sorry for the (incredibly) late post, I didn't have much time to do it in. Hopefully I'll be able to do the next post a little earlier.
It's not my fault I posted so late,
AB
Saturday, April 18, 2009
A Day at the Footy
AFL, to be precise, though most of you would know that already. I will get to all of this, including what happened in the match both as a whole (we sucked) and quarter by quarter. I will get to all of this... right now.
I woke up around 7:30, again (I seem to be falling into a rhythm here). I went on my laptop, and messed around on Spore for a while. I've still to get to my book. When I'm not out for 7 hours. Which is what happened. Anyway. After a while of doing nothing, we left for the ground around 11:30, with me bringing my iPod (for breaks and in the car), my flag, and several Carlton items of clothing, like a guernsey (if you don't know what that is, Wikipedia to the rescue.), a hat and scarf. We (my Dad, EJ, my brother, and Uncle Nudge, who came to watch the game with us.) kicked the ball outside the house for a while waiting for Alan and Ethan Bartley to show up. When they arrived, we all went to go pick up Josh from EJ's footy team (who was in Sydney garb. He was the odd one out.), and then we all drove to the SCG. Once we were there, we took our seats, and waited for the game to start. When the banners were held up, after the training, Carlton's fell apart, which was all at once funny (I mean, the whole thing just broke), embarrassing (because it was my team), and an omen.
When the quarter started, Carlton seemed to be in control. In fact, they were dominating. But they weren't making the most of it. They kicked the first three scoring shots, all behinds. Sydney goals. After a while of jostling in the centre, Carlton kicked two goals, with one spectacular goal by Houlihan, then two behinds in quick succession. Goal Sydney. Goal Carlton. On the siren, Sydney kicked another one. At the end, it was Sydney: 3.0, 18 to Carlton: 3.5, 23. (The scoring system in brief for this post: Team: Goals.Behinds, Points.). In the second quarter, it all fell to pieces. 3 Carlton behinds and one by Sydney in the first 5 minutes. A goal to Sydney followed, then a Carlton behind and a quick goal left Carlton trailing by 4 points. Then there was a period of about 12 minutes where Carlton just kept squandering opportunities, getting two behinds, and Sydney getting one. 2 goals in 2 minutes by Sydney with a rushed behind for Carlton left Sydney up by 14 with Sydney: 7.2, 44 to Carlton: 3.12, 30. This was not good. (And, no, I'm not remembering all of these scores. It's on the AFL website.) That was really worrying, and my Dad was none too happy, I'll say that. At half time, we went down to get some food, where we saw on a screen that Carlton were leading in everything (kicks, disposals, etc) but points. Bloody hell. The third quarter began: 4 Sydney behinds, but it didn't seem like Carlton were in it. Carlton goaled, after being held goalless for too long. I heard somebody in the row behind us yell 'First one for 50 minutes!' (A Sydney supporter, of course.) Which was painfully true. 4 Sydney scoring shots in 9 minutes, resulting in 3 goals and a point, made it seem like it was all over. They were dominating. But two goals by Carlton, and things were looking up. They could have been doing a lot better, but they weren't out of it. Three-quarter time score: Sydney: 10.7, 67 to Carlton: 6.12, 48. I was still optimistic though, only needing 4 goals to get in front. At last, the fourth quarter. It opened with a stalemate, of sorts, with no teams scoring anything for a while. 3 Sydney behinds followed, and though they weren't making the most of it either, it didn't seem to matter. Carlton goaled, only 16 points behind. Another period of Sydney control, with 2 behinds and 2 goals followed, and they kept the momentum going. We were 5 goals down with not enough time to get them. It was over. 2 goals and a behind to Carlton in the dying minutes, but it was too little too late. Another quarter, I think, and we would have had them. The final score was Sydney: 12.12, 84 to Carlton: 9.13, 67. It was a low scoring affair, and though the scoreboard said 17 points the difference, it seemed like a lot more. If I had picked Carlton, my tips would have been shot, with Collingwood turning the tables on Brisbane with a 6 goal-to-1 second half, and Port Adelaide shocking everyone by beating Hawthorn. I would have been none from three. Anyway. After the game, there was a kick-to-kick, so we all went down to kick the footy around. I had a panic attack about halfway in, though, so I had to sit down (Long story short, panic attacks are when my heart just starts beating really fast, and I get tired even from standing up, so I have to calm down to stop it. Sometimes I can ignore it and it will go away, but it's best if I just sit down. They used to be a lot worse, lasting upwards of half an hour. Now they usually last about 10 seconds after I sit down, and only occur once in a while). I played Solitaire on my iPod to calm down, and I didn't bother getting up again, except to leave. Ah well. Though I probably should have, because while I was sitting down, I was slammed into. I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and then all I saw was a man flying over me, and all I felt was this massive pain in the side of my head. What I think actually happened was this guy (presumably Irish, from the accent), was playing footy, and was running after a mark, when I happened to be in the way and he came tumbling over me. And that hurt. I told the guy I was OK, and there doesn't seem to be any lasting damage, but I was in a fair bit of pain. Though I'm used to that sort of thing. These things seem to happen. Though, I've never broken a bone or got concussion. Ever. It's weird. Then on the way home, there was traffic. A lot of it. So it took us 3 and a half hours to get home, in the dark, with no book. So I played Solitaire (until I realised it was really using up the battery), and listened to music. When I got home, I had dinner, and then went straight on my laptop. So, as usual, right now I'm blogging, on MSN, and listening to music.
OK, to comments. 4 yesterday, from... 2 people!? Where the hell is everybody? Victor? AC? Rosa? Mango? Shafi? Where did everybody go? Bloody hell. But, I will reply, and hope more people comment.
*Karen: Yes. Yes you are.
*Karen: That's OK: my rule is that if you beat Victor in commenting, then first-ing is OK by me. You know, for some reason, I don't use notes. Cramming is what I do, and by god, it got me through two years of Japanese and one year of Woodwork. And your Swans have beaten my Blues. *sigh* Maybe by the time I'm 20 they'll have won in Sydney.
*Ebony: Ahem. The Victor Fan Club meeting, second meeting. Mango apologises for his absence. All rise for the anthem: *cue death growls*. ...I kid. And your point is made, relaxation is not all it's cracked up to be. And MSN takes up a lot of my time as well. It's the main reason why my blogs are late.
*Karen: Don't worry. You're awesomer than Victor.
Going to finish now. Who do Carlton play next week? *checks* Bulldogs. Maybe we'll win, maybe we won't. We beat them last year, but we're on a losing streak. Well, at least we're not playing St Kilda (and I never though I'd say that).
Carlton will beat Sydney.... eventually,
AB
I woke up around 7:30, again (I seem to be falling into a rhythm here). I went on my laptop, and messed around on Spore for a while. I've still to get to my book. When I'm not out for 7 hours. Which is what happened. Anyway. After a while of doing nothing, we left for the ground around 11:30, with me bringing my iPod (for breaks and in the car), my flag, and several Carlton items of clothing, like a guernsey (if you don't know what that is, Wikipedia to the rescue.), a hat and scarf. We (my Dad, EJ, my brother, and Uncle Nudge, who came to watch the game with us.) kicked the ball outside the house for a while waiting for Alan and Ethan Bartley to show up. When they arrived, we all went to go pick up Josh from EJ's footy team (who was in Sydney garb. He was the odd one out.), and then we all drove to the SCG. Once we were there, we took our seats, and waited for the game to start. When the banners were held up, after the training, Carlton's fell apart, which was all at once funny (I mean, the whole thing just broke), embarrassing (because it was my team), and an omen.
When the quarter started, Carlton seemed to be in control. In fact, they were dominating. But they weren't making the most of it. They kicked the first three scoring shots, all behinds. Sydney goals. After a while of jostling in the centre, Carlton kicked two goals, with one spectacular goal by Houlihan, then two behinds in quick succession. Goal Sydney. Goal Carlton. On the siren, Sydney kicked another one. At the end, it was Sydney: 3.0, 18 to Carlton: 3.5, 23. (The scoring system in brief for this post: Team: Goals.Behinds, Points.). In the second quarter, it all fell to pieces. 3 Carlton behinds and one by Sydney in the first 5 minutes. A goal to Sydney followed, then a Carlton behind and a quick goal left Carlton trailing by 4 points. Then there was a period of about 12 minutes where Carlton just kept squandering opportunities, getting two behinds, and Sydney getting one. 2 goals in 2 minutes by Sydney with a rushed behind for Carlton left Sydney up by 14 with Sydney: 7.2, 44 to Carlton: 3.12, 30. This was not good. (And, no, I'm not remembering all of these scores. It's on the AFL website.) That was really worrying, and my Dad was none too happy, I'll say that. At half time, we went down to get some food, where we saw on a screen that Carlton were leading in everything (kicks, disposals, etc) but points. Bloody hell. The third quarter began: 4 Sydney behinds, but it didn't seem like Carlton were in it. Carlton goaled, after being held goalless for too long. I heard somebody in the row behind us yell 'First one for 50 minutes!' (A Sydney supporter, of course.) Which was painfully true. 4 Sydney scoring shots in 9 minutes, resulting in 3 goals and a point, made it seem like it was all over. They were dominating. But two goals by Carlton, and things were looking up. They could have been doing a lot better, but they weren't out of it. Three-quarter time score: Sydney: 10.7, 67 to Carlton: 6.12, 48. I was still optimistic though, only needing 4 goals to get in front. At last, the fourth quarter. It opened with a stalemate, of sorts, with no teams scoring anything for a while. 3 Sydney behinds followed, and though they weren't making the most of it either, it didn't seem to matter. Carlton goaled, only 16 points behind. Another period of Sydney control, with 2 behinds and 2 goals followed, and they kept the momentum going. We were 5 goals down with not enough time to get them. It was over. 2 goals and a behind to Carlton in the dying minutes, but it was too little too late. Another quarter, I think, and we would have had them. The final score was Sydney: 12.12, 84 to Carlton: 9.13, 67. It was a low scoring affair, and though the scoreboard said 17 points the difference, it seemed like a lot more. If I had picked Carlton, my tips would have been shot, with Collingwood turning the tables on Brisbane with a 6 goal-to-1 second half, and Port Adelaide shocking everyone by beating Hawthorn. I would have been none from three. Anyway. After the game, there was a kick-to-kick, so we all went down to kick the footy around. I had a panic attack about halfway in, though, so I had to sit down (Long story short, panic attacks are when my heart just starts beating really fast, and I get tired even from standing up, so I have to calm down to stop it. Sometimes I can ignore it and it will go away, but it's best if I just sit down. They used to be a lot worse, lasting upwards of half an hour. Now they usually last about 10 seconds after I sit down, and only occur once in a while). I played Solitaire on my iPod to calm down, and I didn't bother getting up again, except to leave. Ah well. Though I probably should have, because while I was sitting down, I was slammed into. I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and then all I saw was a man flying over me, and all I felt was this massive pain in the side of my head. What I think actually happened was this guy (presumably Irish, from the accent), was playing footy, and was running after a mark, when I happened to be in the way and he came tumbling over me. And that hurt. I told the guy I was OK, and there doesn't seem to be any lasting damage, but I was in a fair bit of pain. Though I'm used to that sort of thing. These things seem to happen. Though, I've never broken a bone or got concussion. Ever. It's weird. Then on the way home, there was traffic. A lot of it. So it took us 3 and a half hours to get home, in the dark, with no book. So I played Solitaire (until I realised it was really using up the battery), and listened to music. When I got home, I had dinner, and then went straight on my laptop. So, as usual, right now I'm blogging, on MSN, and listening to music.
OK, to comments. 4 yesterday, from... 2 people!? Where the hell is everybody? Victor? AC? Rosa? Mango? Shafi? Where did everybody go? Bloody hell. But, I will reply, and hope more people comment.
*Karen: Yes. Yes you are.
*Karen: That's OK: my rule is that if you beat Victor in commenting, then first-ing is OK by me. You know, for some reason, I don't use notes. Cramming is what I do, and by god, it got me through two years of Japanese and one year of Woodwork. And your Swans have beaten my Blues. *sigh* Maybe by the time I'm 20 they'll have won in Sydney.
*Ebony: Ahem. The Victor Fan Club meeting, second meeting. Mango apologises for his absence. All rise for the anthem: *cue death growls*. ...I kid. And your point is made, relaxation is not all it's cracked up to be. And MSN takes up a lot of my time as well. It's the main reason why my blogs are late.
*Karen: Don't worry. You're awesomer than Victor.
Going to finish now. Who do Carlton play next week? *checks* Bulldogs. Maybe we'll win, maybe we won't. We beat them last year, but we're on a losing streak. Well, at least we're not playing St Kilda (and I never though I'd say that).
Carlton will beat Sydney.... eventually,
AB
Friday, April 17, 2009
Nothing All Day
Yes, I've been doing essentially nothing all day. I also can't think of any better title. I think I need a day to work on my book. One solid day. If I had thought of that this morning, I would be a lot better off. But anyway, to my day. And because I did nothing, I'm also going to do a random list. Because they're awesome.
I woke up at 7:30 (I could have sworn it was later), and went on my laptop for an hour and a half. It was annoying, in a way, because my entire web history has spontaneously deleted. Why? I don't know. Anyway. Then after breakfast and so on, I went on my laptop again, and promptly spent up until lunch in my brother's room (I don't even know how. I tried to go back to my room, but I couldn't be bothered getting up.) I went on MSN and Spore. I wish I could say I did more than that. Well, I played Solitaire, though I think that goes without saying. I was asking a day of relaxation: not any more. That was boring! Now I'm asking for a day of work, but my own work. So working on my book, or something like that. OK. Then it was time for lunch, and we (my Dad, my brother and I) all went down to Red Rooster, in which the service was fortunately uneventful (or unfortunately, it made for a great anecdote). Then after we got home, I went back on my laptop, of which the time on it was basically only interspersed with some brief chores and dinner. Now I'm on MSN, listening to 'Gold Digger' by Kanye West, the song stuck in my head today, over and over again (which I tend to do a lot when there is a song stuck in my head), and blogging, naturally.
OK, so my day wasn't that exciting. Or event-filled. Tomorrow will be very different though, I'm going to the Carlton-Sydney match at the SCG. I want Carlton to win, and looking at the ladder, you would easily predict Carlton would win, but there's a big problem: The last time Carlton beat Sydney was in 2000, and the last time they beat them in Sydney was in 1993. Before I was even born. So if they win, I'll be ecstatic. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah: the list. Today's one: Things I should pp doing.
*Stop playing Solitaire so much: This really seems to be an obsession for me. I've already played it twice since I've started writing this. Even when I'm bored at school sometimes, I get out my cards and play it. Maybe because I'm always playing it on my iPod, and it's on my laptop as well. That or I've been too long away from 13 and I need cards. Probably both.
*Repeatedly listening to songs: I've been listening to 'Gold Digger' over and over. But the thing is, I don't mind it. I end up accidentally memorising the song, then singing it. I have a knack for memorising songs, or parts of them, and a habit of singing them. Fun for me, but nobody else in earshot.
*Putting stuff off: On any timescale, really. I will get lunch... in about half an hour. I will blog.... in about an hour. I will start my book... tomorrow. Though I won't be able to do it tomorrow, because I'll be at the footy. Maybe when I've got a while alone or my brain starts working. I figure once I start the book, it'll be easier to keep going.
OK, that's enough of my rant/list. To comments. 6, from 4 or 5. That 'or' is there because I think comments 1 and 2 are by the same person. And, here we go:
*Anonymous: I reckon, I've been wanting to write a book for ages.
*Dad: I'll have to have a look at that. Thanks, Dad!
*John: It took something like 45 minutes. They were pretty efficient. That 'me' and 'I' thing wasn't my idea, but I wish it was. And thanks for the praise, Philosophy King! (lol.)
*Shafi: It seems everybody collects really arbitrary stuff. My brother collects rocks, and anything with a skull on it. Maybe someday I'll have a look at all of my currency collection (ah, 'someday'. The cry of the serial procrastinator.).
*Karen: Halfway through the holidays already? Half-yearlies? Why is it holidays go so quickly but school just seems to go so slowly? And if you want philosophy like that, just read John's blog: he's the master in that area. Don't worry, I never feel like cleaning my room. If I know where everything is and you can still see the floor, then it does not need cleaning. That's what I think anyway.
*Karen: Halfway through the holi... wait a minute. Déjà vu... Nah, it's fine. These things happen. More comments, hey! Lol.
That concludes today's post. Longer than I thought it would be, considering what happened or today (nothing). Tomorrow should be a fairly long one, and the next few days after that, I'll be in Canberra, I think. So if I post weirdly, that's why.
I will start my book before the end of the holidays,
AB
I woke up at 7:30 (I could have sworn it was later), and went on my laptop for an hour and a half. It was annoying, in a way, because my entire web history has spontaneously deleted. Why? I don't know. Anyway. Then after breakfast and so on, I went on my laptop again, and promptly spent up until lunch in my brother's room (I don't even know how. I tried to go back to my room, but I couldn't be bothered getting up.) I went on MSN and Spore. I wish I could say I did more than that. Well, I played Solitaire, though I think that goes without saying. I was asking a day of relaxation: not any more. That was boring! Now I'm asking for a day of work, but my own work. So working on my book, or something like that. OK. Then it was time for lunch, and we (my Dad, my brother and I) all went down to Red Rooster, in which the service was fortunately uneventful (or unfortunately, it made for a great anecdote). Then after we got home, I went back on my laptop, of which the time on it was basically only interspersed with some brief chores and dinner. Now I'm on MSN, listening to 'Gold Digger' by Kanye West, the song stuck in my head today, over and over again (which I tend to do a lot when there is a song stuck in my head), and blogging, naturally.
OK, so my day wasn't that exciting. Or event-filled. Tomorrow will be very different though, I'm going to the Carlton-Sydney match at the SCG. I want Carlton to win, and looking at the ladder, you would easily predict Carlton would win, but there's a big problem: The last time Carlton beat Sydney was in 2000, and the last time they beat them in Sydney was in 1993. Before I was even born. So if they win, I'll be ecstatic. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah: the list. Today's one: Things I should pp doing.
*Stop playing Solitaire so much: This really seems to be an obsession for me. I've already played it twice since I've started writing this. Even when I'm bored at school sometimes, I get out my cards and play it. Maybe because I'm always playing it on my iPod, and it's on my laptop as well. That or I've been too long away from 13 and I need cards. Probably both.
*Repeatedly listening to songs: I've been listening to 'Gold Digger' over and over. But the thing is, I don't mind it. I end up accidentally memorising the song, then singing it. I have a knack for memorising songs, or parts of them, and a habit of singing them. Fun for me, but nobody else in earshot.
*Putting stuff off: On any timescale, really. I will get lunch... in about half an hour. I will blog.... in about an hour. I will start my book... tomorrow. Though I won't be able to do it tomorrow, because I'll be at the footy. Maybe when I've got a while alone or my brain starts working. I figure once I start the book, it'll be easier to keep going.
OK, that's enough of my rant/list. To comments. 6, from 4 or 5. That 'or' is there because I think comments 1 and 2 are by the same person. And, here we go:
*Anonymous: I reckon, I've been wanting to write a book for ages.
*Dad: I'll have to have a look at that. Thanks, Dad!
*John: It took something like 45 minutes. They were pretty efficient. That 'me' and 'I' thing wasn't my idea, but I wish it was. And thanks for the praise, Philosophy King! (lol.)
*Shafi: It seems everybody collects really arbitrary stuff. My brother collects rocks, and anything with a skull on it. Maybe someday I'll have a look at all of my currency collection (ah, 'someday'. The cry of the serial procrastinator.).
*Karen: Halfway through the holidays already? Half-yearlies? Why is it holidays go so quickly but school just seems to go so slowly? And if you want philosophy like that, just read John's blog: he's the master in that area. Don't worry, I never feel like cleaning my room. If I know where everything is and you can still see the floor, then it does not need cleaning. That's what I think anyway.
*Karen: Halfway through the holi... wait a minute. Déjà vu... Nah, it's fine. These things happen. More comments, hey! Lol.
That concludes today's post. Longer than I thought it would be, considering what happened or today (nothing). Tomorrow should be a fairly long one, and the next few days after that, I'll be in Canberra, I think. So if I post weirdly, that's why.
I will start my book before the end of the holidays,
AB
Thursday, April 16, 2009
More Philosophical Ramblings
Whenever I feel like doing philosophy-type stuff, I’m going to use this title. And I know I’m stealing this from myself (is that even possible?), but I love the title. So this post is going to be in three parts: My day, philosophical ramblings, and comment replying. Something tells me this is going to be a long post.
I woke up, and went to read. I haven’t done that in ages, waking up and reading. It’s refreshing. Then, after my brother got up, we grabbed breakfast, and then both did a Sudoku puzzle in the newspaper. Why? Why not? I then read and went on my laptop for a bit. Then Poppa asked me to get photos from his mobile onto his computer. After 30 minutes of installing, reading and re-reading manuals, and finding USB ports, it turned out that that the operating system was ‘incompatible’ with his phone. Bloody hell. Then we had lunch, and did something very interesting. Poppa had ordered for a tree to be cut down, so we went outside to watch it. They couldn’t cut it down in one go, because it was sandwiched between his house and the neighbour’s house, so they had to bring in this machine. It’s hard to explain, but it consists of treads, four extendable legs, and one long extendable arm. It drove to the place it needed to be, then extended the four legs so they all touched the ground, for support. Then (and this is the awesome part), the legs lifted the whole thing off the ground. The arm then extended upwards, with the operator inside, to get to the tree. The operator then took out his chainsaw, and just started chopping off branches. After he'd cut off at least 20 or so branches, a second truck turned up. This one was a chipper. Someone else then started lugging branches and logs to the chipper. Anything put in it was promptly consumed by the machine and pulverised, spurting out wood chips out the other end into the back of the truck. I saw a log about 7 or 8 cm, put into the chipper, which then swallowed it up without so much as slowing down. Over the space of about 45 minutes, the tree was destroyed. All it is now is a stump 3 cm off the ground. After all that, we went up to the shops, to look for something to buy. We went looking for books, but I couldn't find anything. We then had a look at the games, and the same thing happened, though my brother found a game. When we got back to my grandparents' place, we were almost immediately picked up. When we got home, I went on my laptop almost straight away (internet, how I missed you), and here I am, listening to music, talking on MSN, and blogging of course.
Now to philosophical ramblings. I was reading something, and it got me thinking about a conversation I had once with a friend about the difference between 'me' and 'I'. In short, 'me' is what the world thinks you are, and 'I' is who you really are. In their words. I'll talk about 'me' for a bit. Reading, getting good in tests, and being completely unsocial. That young kid. Now who am 'I'? If you read my blog, you probably have a fair idea. You can't express a person in a few words. But the thing is, most people I know don't really know who 'I' am. This annoys me. Sometimes I just wish people would know who 'I' am. If once in a while, people would stop and at least try to empathise, everything would be so much better.
Wow. That wasn't much. But it felt like a lot. Anyway. To comments. 5, from 4 people. But, that's pretty good.
*Victor: I hate mental blanks. They're so... something.
*Ebony: I love old money, and different money in general. I've got money from Thailand, China, Switzerland, America and France, to name a few, as well as some differently printed coins in general. Old newspapers are also really good, they're like a trip through history.
*Rosa: I'm as shocked as you are. And that storm was really freaky, though we got the worst of it here. Almost here literally, since there was lightning in my suburb. And I am going to have to remember that ebuddy thing: something tells me that will come in very handily.
*Victor: I actually used to collect postcards. Don't ask me why, I just did. And I know exactly what you mean by that wonder/nostalgia thing. Our garage also used to be a lot like that, but we cleaned it out. Got rid of a whole heap of stuff.
*Karen: That was a lot of fun, though you're right, it did get a bit boring after a while. And it is really exciting, in a way, to go through some old stuff, even if it's your own. You can practically see the memories.
Well, that wraps it up for me. I still haven't got to my book; I'll do that tomorrow. This I promise myself.
This post took me over 90 minutes,
AB
I woke up, and went to read. I haven’t done that in ages, waking up and reading. It’s refreshing. Then, after my brother got up, we grabbed breakfast, and then both did a Sudoku puzzle in the newspaper. Why? Why not? I then read and went on my laptop for a bit. Then Poppa asked me to get photos from his mobile onto his computer. After 30 minutes of installing, reading and re-reading manuals, and finding USB ports, it turned out that that the operating system was ‘incompatible’ with his phone. Bloody hell. Then we had lunch, and did something very interesting. Poppa had ordered for a tree to be cut down, so we went outside to watch it. They couldn’t cut it down in one go, because it was sandwiched between his house and the neighbour’s house, so they had to bring in this machine. It’s hard to explain, but it consists of treads, four extendable legs, and one long extendable arm. It drove to the place it needed to be, then extended the four legs so they all touched the ground, for support. Then (and this is the awesome part), the legs lifted the whole thing off the ground. The arm then extended upwards, with the operator inside, to get to the tree. The operator then took out his chainsaw, and just started chopping off branches. After he'd cut off at least 20 or so branches, a second truck turned up. This one was a chipper. Someone else then started lugging branches and logs to the chipper. Anything put in it was promptly consumed by the machine and pulverised, spurting out wood chips out the other end into the back of the truck. I saw a log about 7 or 8 cm, put into the chipper, which then swallowed it up without so much as slowing down. Over the space of about 45 minutes, the tree was destroyed. All it is now is a stump 3 cm off the ground. After all that, we went up to the shops, to look for something to buy. We went looking for books, but I couldn't find anything. We then had a look at the games, and the same thing happened, though my brother found a game. When we got back to my grandparents' place, we were almost immediately picked up. When we got home, I went on my laptop almost straight away (internet, how I missed you), and here I am, listening to music, talking on MSN, and blogging of course.
Now to philosophical ramblings. I was reading something, and it got me thinking about a conversation I had once with a friend about the difference between 'me' and 'I'. In short, 'me' is what the world thinks you are, and 'I' is who you really are. In their words. I'll talk about 'me' for a bit. Reading, getting good in tests, and being completely unsocial. That young kid. Now who am 'I'? If you read my blog, you probably have a fair idea. You can't express a person in a few words. But the thing is, most people I know don't really know who 'I' am. This annoys me. Sometimes I just wish people would know who 'I' am. If once in a while, people would stop and at least try to empathise, everything would be so much better.
Wow. That wasn't much. But it felt like a lot. Anyway. To comments. 5, from 4 people. But, that's pretty good.
*Victor: I hate mental blanks. They're so... something.
*Ebony: I love old money, and different money in general. I've got money from Thailand, China, Switzerland, America and France, to name a few, as well as some differently printed coins in general. Old newspapers are also really good, they're like a trip through history.
*Rosa: I'm as shocked as you are. And that storm was really freaky, though we got the worst of it here. Almost here literally, since there was lightning in my suburb. And I am going to have to remember that ebuddy thing: something tells me that will come in very handily.
*Victor: I actually used to collect postcards. Don't ask me why, I just did. And I know exactly what you mean by that wonder/nostalgia thing. Our garage also used to be a lot like that, but we cleaned it out. Got rid of a whole heap of stuff.
*Karen: That was a lot of fun, though you're right, it did get a bit boring after a while. And it is really exciting, in a way, to go through some old stuff, even if it's your own. You can practically see the memories.
Well, that wraps it up for me. I still haven't got to my book; I'll do that tomorrow. This I promise myself.
This post took me over 90 minutes,
AB
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
My Grandparent's Place
I'm writing this on my grandparents' computer, because that's the only place I can get the internet at the moment. I'll get to why I'm here. And, I'm posting earlier, thankfully. Now, to my Wednesday.
I woke up at 6:30 (not my fault, it was freezing last night and my blankets fell off. Bugger.). I got up after trying to get back to sleep (and failing), and went to watch TV. When my Mum got up, we went to see the extent of the damages from the storm last night. We went into the backyard, and looked at the wreck that until the storm was our lawn. There were branches and bark strewn across the lawn, broken off the tree by the wind. The ground was soaked, and there was mud everywhere. After taking that it, we had a look at the shelter, in the light so we could fully see the damages. The whole thing is essentially destroyed. One side is bent, and the metal frame is just mangled, some parts only held together by thin metal threads. If you'll imagine a lolly that's been twisted and pulled, only just holding together, that's basically the frame, but with metal. That's the best analogy I can think of. We could only get one leg perpendicular to the ground at a time. We managed to get it upright, but it's clearly not going to work again. I'll see if I can get a photo taken to post. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole thing has collapsed by the time we get back.
But, enough of the storm damages. To my day. We left the house around 8:30, with me bringing 2 books, my laptop and my iPod, as well as my Drama exercise book. Why? Because that has part of a character development inside it, and I want to start work on my book, which should hopefully start after blogging today or tomorrow. We got to my Mum's work, where we were picked up by my grandparents. We then went to the shops, and after picking up some stuff, went to their house. My brother and I then alternated turns on my laptop, with me mostly playing solitaire, Spore, and unsuccessfully trying to get internet. That's not all we did here, though. My grandfather has a radio scanner, and we managed to find an airport, where we listened to the control tower in his shed. It may not sound interesting, but it was really fun. I also had a look at some of my grandfather's (OK. I've had enough of just calling him 'grandfather.' I call him Poppa, and my grandmother Nanny. This saves time.) childhood stuff, such as his old school bus pass (expiry: 9 May 1957. A bit late to use it.); collectable medals, such as a school one commemorating victory in World War II; and money dating back several years. There was 2 cent coins, threepences (nicknamed trays), a florin (apparently, two bob or two shillings, equivalent to about 20 cents) made in 1927, a round 50 cent coin (1966. It looked so weird.), and one of the first 10 dollar bills, which looks nothing like the ones we have today. He also had newspapers with such historical events as the Granville rail disaster and the opening of New Parliament house. It was like a trip through history. It was so interesting. You could see the memories inside them. Anyway. We also watched movies like 'Kung Fu Panda' and 'Monty Python and the Life of Brian.' Now I'm listening to music on my iPod, and blogging. I can't go on MSN because I'm on my grandparents' computer, and they don't have MSN. Ah well.
Now to reply to comments. 7 from 6 people: awesome.
*Shafi: You're welcome. If you need to know anything at all, Wikipedia is my first stop. Usually, my only stop.
*Shafi: After the shelter's destruction, I don't think we'll be replacing it any time soon. But if we had to replace it, the shelter cost something like $260. Yeah.
*Rosa: I am talking about Liverpool Westfields, in fact. And if you were served by the same person, then I feel for you. She was a nightmare. And I will (try to) relax and... study? What? Lol. Have fun in your holidays too!
*Karen: I only get up at 6 because I move very slowly in the morning. I couldn't get up at 7:30, it'd mean doing everything in half an hour. I like that people found that Red Rooster thing funny, and yeah, that storm was huge. I don't think I could sleep in that storm, hail was spattering against my bedroom window, it might have smashed it. Happy holidays to you too!
*Victor: OK, since you asked, I will post shorter (hint, hint sarcasm). Seriously, though, what's with the sarcasm? -1 for you.
*Ebony: ...Yep, that beats my story. I really want to read about that now. That seems awesome in a freaky sort of way.
*Mango: Be thankful you weren't outside my house: you would have been pelted by rain, hail, branches, and a rather large metal shelter. Tell me you didn't keep training.
OK, another long post, and early too! Well, earlier. Hopefully I'll get earlier blogging. Wow, I just made a title. I was just about to post without titling.
Thank god for my grandparents' computer,
AB
I woke up at 6:30 (not my fault, it was freezing last night and my blankets fell off. Bugger.). I got up after trying to get back to sleep (and failing), and went to watch TV. When my Mum got up, we went to see the extent of the damages from the storm last night. We went into the backyard, and looked at the wreck that until the storm was our lawn. There were branches and bark strewn across the lawn, broken off the tree by the wind. The ground was soaked, and there was mud everywhere. After taking that it, we had a look at the shelter, in the light so we could fully see the damages. The whole thing is essentially destroyed. One side is bent, and the metal frame is just mangled, some parts only held together by thin metal threads. If you'll imagine a lolly that's been twisted and pulled, only just holding together, that's basically the frame, but with metal. That's the best analogy I can think of. We could only get one leg perpendicular to the ground at a time. We managed to get it upright, but it's clearly not going to work again. I'll see if I can get a photo taken to post. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole thing has collapsed by the time we get back.
But, enough of the storm damages. To my day. We left the house around 8:30, with me bringing 2 books, my laptop and my iPod, as well as my Drama exercise book. Why? Because that has part of a character development inside it, and I want to start work on my book, which should hopefully start after blogging today or tomorrow. We got to my Mum's work, where we were picked up by my grandparents. We then went to the shops, and after picking up some stuff, went to their house. My brother and I then alternated turns on my laptop, with me mostly playing solitaire, Spore, and unsuccessfully trying to get internet. That's not all we did here, though. My grandfather has a radio scanner, and we managed to find an airport, where we listened to the control tower in his shed. It may not sound interesting, but it was really fun. I also had a look at some of my grandfather's (OK. I've had enough of just calling him 'grandfather.' I call him Poppa, and my grandmother Nanny. This saves time.) childhood stuff, such as his old school bus pass (expiry: 9 May 1957. A bit late to use it.); collectable medals, such as a school one commemorating victory in World War II; and money dating back several years. There was 2 cent coins, threepences (nicknamed trays), a florin (apparently, two bob or two shillings, equivalent to about 20 cents) made in 1927, a round 50 cent coin (1966. It looked so weird.), and one of the first 10 dollar bills, which looks nothing like the ones we have today. He also had newspapers with such historical events as the Granville rail disaster and the opening of New Parliament house. It was like a trip through history. It was so interesting. You could see the memories inside them. Anyway. We also watched movies like 'Kung Fu Panda' and 'Monty Python and the Life of Brian.' Now I'm listening to music on my iPod, and blogging. I can't go on MSN because I'm on my grandparents' computer, and they don't have MSN. Ah well.
Now to reply to comments. 7 from 6 people: awesome.
*Shafi: You're welcome. If you need to know anything at all, Wikipedia is my first stop. Usually, my only stop.
*Shafi: After the shelter's destruction, I don't think we'll be replacing it any time soon. But if we had to replace it, the shelter cost something like $260. Yeah.
*Rosa: I am talking about Liverpool Westfields, in fact. And if you were served by the same person, then I feel for you. She was a nightmare. And I will (try to) relax and... study? What? Lol. Have fun in your holidays too!
*Karen: I only get up at 6 because I move very slowly in the morning. I couldn't get up at 7:30, it'd mean doing everything in half an hour. I like that people found that Red Rooster thing funny, and yeah, that storm was huge. I don't think I could sleep in that storm, hail was spattering against my bedroom window, it might have smashed it. Happy holidays to you too!
*Victor: OK, since you asked, I will post shorter (hint, hint sarcasm). Seriously, though, what's with the sarcasm? -1 for you.
*Ebony: ...Yep, that beats my story. I really want to read about that now. That seems awesome in a freaky sort of way.
*Mango: Be thankful you weren't outside my house: you would have been pelted by rain, hail, branches, and a rather large metal shelter. Tell me you didn't keep training.
OK, another long post, and early too! Well, earlier. Hopefully I'll get earlier blogging. Wow, I just made a title. I was just about to post without titling.
Thank god for my grandparents' computer,
AB
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The Storm
I was tossing up a few titles, but I ended up thinking that the simplest title is the best. I disregarded the rest of the day (though I will talk about that), and just wrote 'The Storm.' Because of the massive storm that just hit us. I'll definitely get to that. Oh, and as I've done once before, I'm writing this (or part of it) in a notepad, again, because of the storm. OK, enough of the opening paragraph. To my day. And I know I should be doing this earlier, but this bloody storm.
I woke up at 7:30 (don't blame me. I was woken up.). Then after chores and so on (I couldn't even go on my laptop), we headed straight to Westfields, with me bringing my wallet and my iPod (speaking of which, the song stuck in my head is 'U' by Super Junior. It was one of my dance songs, that's how I know it.) My Mum's car was due for a service, so we dropped the car off around 9 and walked to the shops. Once we arrived, we bought tickets for a movie, 'Race to Witch Mountain.' My Mum and my brother wanted to see it, and I didn't have any particular movie I wanted to see, so that's what we saw. It was better than I expected, and it had really good effects. I don't want to spoil it for anyone, and I definitely don't want to be a film critic. So I won't. But it was good. After the movie ended, we went down to Dymocks, so I could pick up the book I ordered, 'The Three Musketeers' by Alexandre Dumas. (I have a funny story about him, or rather, one of his books. I was reading 'The Count of Monte Cristo,' by the same guy, last year in Maths. Arriola came up and said 'Good book! I remember when it first came out.' Now, this book first came out in '44. 1844. I never get tired of that story.). Then we went to Angus and Robertson, where we used vouchers we got. I bought a Bill Bryson book, because he is the funniest writer I have ever read. Read as many of his books as you can. Then we had Red Rooster, where I spent too long trying to explain to the person who was waiting on us what we wanted. 'I'll have a regular chicken strip meal.' I do this every time, and it's never a problem. But I didn't count on this girl. 'A chicken sub?' 'Chicken strips. A chicken strip meal.' 'We don't have meals, we have combos.' (At this point it gets annoying. This is not difficult.) 'A combo then. Regular.' 'Regular or large?' (Haven't I already said this.) 'Regular. No sauce.' Then my brother ordered. 'I'll have the same as him.' Her face was classic. I thought we might be here for a while. 'Sauce?' (Exact same. No sauce.) 'No.' Bloody hell. Then after we ate, we walked back to the car, passing a fruit shop. This may seem pointless to mention, but I have to mention two signs advertising prices: 'Apples, 49c a bucbet' and 'Weter, $2.99 a bay.' What? I'm not going to try to understand these. When we got home, we watched the rest of Avatar, book 3, including the movie. That is some good stuff.
Now to the storm. It started quietly, when it started raining. Then I heard some banging sounds; hail hitting the windows. Then the lightning started. At this point, it is pouring, and we look out the window, I hear my Mum say, 'The shelter is gone.' We have a shelter in our backyard, or, more accurately, had. We went outside, after the rain had slowed, and found the whole metal frame bent and cracked. The top was at a 45 degree angle, one leg over the neighbour's fence and one leg parallel to the ground. The whole thing is essentially destroyed. To top it all off, the lights went out, and we had to turn off the power because of the lightning. It was, no exaggeration, the worst storm I have ever witnessed. The dog was forcing his way into the house; the side doors were leaking, making us gather towels and buckets like crazy to stop the flow, and the backyard was underwater. I put my foot down and sank in ankle-deep.
I was supposed to go a bit philosophical here, but with all the things that have happened, I'll postpone it until tomorrow. And it was really good too. I was going to get all John-like and all. Well, not as good as him, but still. Philosophical. Instead here I'll mention one of my goals for the holidays: I'm going to write (or at least start to write) a book. We've been doing writing in English, character development in Drama, I've been blogging (a form of writing), and I've always wanted to write a book. So tomorrow, or the day after, I'm going to start. I might even post a bit now and then.
Comments, now, starting with more late ones (which I shall now call retro comments, because that's what I call them in my head and it's just easier to call them that.), both of them on Sunday.
*Ebony: I would say I use Bebo, but that would be an overstatement. I have a Bebo account. I never go on it. My blog is my page on the net. And I don't think I've ever seen :L, though that could just be me. And it's true, he was my first commenter. I almost forgot that. And I post everyday, it's what I do. This way I know what I'm doing everyday. I like to keep a record.
*Shafi: ...OK...
Now to yesterday's comments: 8 from 5 people. Now the only missing person is AC. They're probably just on holidays though.
*Victor: Long posts? Here's one for you. And shut up about my labels, they're awesome. OK, maybe not, but still.
*Karen: Hopefully you'll beat him next time. Someone has to beat Victor. And, yes, I get up at 6. This way, I can go on my laptop in the morning.
*Ebony: I put my blog in my pm right away as well, but it didn't make a difference. Ah well. Gave me a chance to get in the swing of things. Blogging earlier, I will do, if I can help it, but blogging shorter is not my thing. Just me though. And I have no idea how lol is a label either, I don't know why I put that their either. More strange labels I have used are 'bus' and 'w00t.'
*Ebony: Relax, long comments are good. And I read your comments. At least twice: Once to read, and once to reply too.
*Victor: Help out with what? It was kind of vague. Though if you're talking to Ebony, use MSN.
*Victor: It's not that bad. In fact, it's not bad at all.
*Kevin: I think you misspelled 'carp' there. Just saying. And I've finished it all. It is good.
*Shafi: I really can't explain it all here. Wikipedia is your friend. Here's the article. Avatar and Dragonball Z. What?
Oy vey, that was a long post. Hopefully tomorrow I'll start a bit of my book, as well as do that philosophical thing. It won't be your classic relaxation, but I'll take that any day.
I'll try to post earlier,
AB
I woke up at 7:30 (don't blame me. I was woken up.). Then after chores and so on (I couldn't even go on my laptop), we headed straight to Westfields, with me bringing my wallet and my iPod (speaking of which, the song stuck in my head is 'U' by Super Junior. It was one of my dance songs, that's how I know it.) My Mum's car was due for a service, so we dropped the car off around 9 and walked to the shops. Once we arrived, we bought tickets for a movie, 'Race to Witch Mountain.' My Mum and my brother wanted to see it, and I didn't have any particular movie I wanted to see, so that's what we saw. It was better than I expected, and it had really good effects. I don't want to spoil it for anyone, and I definitely don't want to be a film critic. So I won't. But it was good. After the movie ended, we went down to Dymocks, so I could pick up the book I ordered, 'The Three Musketeers' by Alexandre Dumas. (I have a funny story about him, or rather, one of his books. I was reading 'The Count of Monte Cristo,' by the same guy, last year in Maths. Arriola came up and said 'Good book! I remember when it first came out.' Now, this book first came out in '44. 1844. I never get tired of that story.). Then we went to Angus and Robertson, where we used vouchers we got. I bought a Bill Bryson book, because he is the funniest writer I have ever read. Read as many of his books as you can. Then we had Red Rooster, where I spent too long trying to explain to the person who was waiting on us what we wanted. 'I'll have a regular chicken strip meal.' I do this every time, and it's never a problem. But I didn't count on this girl. 'A chicken sub?' 'Chicken strips. A chicken strip meal.' 'We don't have meals, we have combos.' (At this point it gets annoying. This is not difficult.) 'A combo then. Regular.' 'Regular or large?' (Haven't I already said this.) 'Regular. No sauce.' Then my brother ordered. 'I'll have the same as him.' Her face was classic. I thought we might be here for a while. 'Sauce?' (Exact same. No sauce.) 'No.' Bloody hell. Then after we ate, we walked back to the car, passing a fruit shop. This may seem pointless to mention, but I have to mention two signs advertising prices: 'Apples, 49c a bucbet' and 'Weter, $2.99 a bay.' What? I'm not going to try to understand these. When we got home, we watched the rest of Avatar, book 3, including the movie. That is some good stuff.
Now to the storm. It started quietly, when it started raining. Then I heard some banging sounds; hail hitting the windows. Then the lightning started. At this point, it is pouring, and we look out the window, I hear my Mum say, 'The shelter is gone.' We have a shelter in our backyard, or, more accurately, had. We went outside, after the rain had slowed, and found the whole metal frame bent and cracked. The top was at a 45 degree angle, one leg over the neighbour's fence and one leg parallel to the ground. The whole thing is essentially destroyed. To top it all off, the lights went out, and we had to turn off the power because of the lightning. It was, no exaggeration, the worst storm I have ever witnessed. The dog was forcing his way into the house; the side doors were leaking, making us gather towels and buckets like crazy to stop the flow, and the backyard was underwater. I put my foot down and sank in ankle-deep.
I was supposed to go a bit philosophical here, but with all the things that have happened, I'll postpone it until tomorrow. And it was really good too. I was going to get all John-like and all. Well, not as good as him, but still. Philosophical. Instead here I'll mention one of my goals for the holidays: I'm going to write (or at least start to write) a book. We've been doing writing in English, character development in Drama, I've been blogging (a form of writing), and I've always wanted to write a book. So tomorrow, or the day after, I'm going to start. I might even post a bit now and then.
Comments, now, starting with more late ones (which I shall now call retro comments, because that's what I call them in my head and it's just easier to call them that.), both of them on Sunday.
*Ebony: I would say I use Bebo, but that would be an overstatement. I have a Bebo account. I never go on it. My blog is my page on the net. And I don't think I've ever seen :L, though that could just be me. And it's true, he was my first commenter. I almost forgot that. And I post everyday, it's what I do. This way I know what I'm doing everyday. I like to keep a record.
*Shafi: ...OK...
Now to yesterday's comments: 8 from 5 people. Now the only missing person is AC. They're probably just on holidays though.
*Victor: Long posts? Here's one for you. And shut up about my labels, they're awesome. OK, maybe not, but still.
*Karen: Hopefully you'll beat him next time. Someone has to beat Victor. And, yes, I get up at 6. This way, I can go on my laptop in the morning.
*Ebony: I put my blog in my pm right away as well, but it didn't make a difference. Ah well. Gave me a chance to get in the swing of things. Blogging earlier, I will do, if I can help it, but blogging shorter is not my thing. Just me though. And I have no idea how lol is a label either, I don't know why I put that their either. More strange labels I have used are 'bus' and 'w00t.'
*Ebony: Relax, long comments are good. And I read your comments. At least twice: Once to read, and once to reply too.
*Victor: Help out with what? It was kind of vague. Though if you're talking to Ebony, use MSN.
*Victor: It's not that bad. In fact, it's not bad at all.
*Kevin: I think you misspelled 'carp' there. Just saying. And I've finished it all. It is good.
*Shafi: I really can't explain it all here. Wikipedia is your friend. Here's the article. Avatar and Dragonball Z. What?
Oy vey, that was a long post. Hopefully tomorrow I'll start a bit of my book, as well as do that philosophical thing. It won't be your classic relaxation, but I'll take that any day.
I'll try to post earlier,
AB
Monday, April 13, 2009
I Give Up on Relaxation
I surrender. There is no relaxation for me this holidays. I'd better just make the best of things as they are. Now to my day. And to clarify, by a day of relaxation, I mean lying in my room on my laptop only getting out to eat.
I woke up at 8:15, and went to go watch TV, because I knew that Avatar would be on. We didn't get to watch a lot of it though, because there was work to be done. Unfortunately. But we watched a fair bit, for a while. We've recorded the entire marathon, so we'll watch the rest tomorrow. Then we had to go to Shay's place. We stayed there for about an hour, where we watched some of their recordings of the second season, as well as playing solitaire on my iPod. I've said it before, but I love iPod solitaire. After that, we went to the shops. Then we went home and watched more Avatar (I know. Riveting stuff. Tomorrow will be a lot more exciting; we're going to the movies and such.). Right now I'm blogging (who knew?) and watching more Avatar. I've already commented.
Now to comments. First, comments from past blogs that were late, starting Thursday (very late).
Thursday:
*Karen: It's fine. At least you were on holidays somewhere other than your house. Anyway. I suppose my weekend was fine. And Shane and Oscar are hilarious, they are classic.
Friday:
*Karen: Cards are really fun, I can't get enough. And 8 am is sleeping in, for me, considering I get up at 6 on school days. I'm weird like that. I think that is the best time to wake up; I'd get really hungry around 12.
*Victor: Oy vey. 3 pm? Really?
*Victor: ...I don't know what to say here. So I won't say anything (else).
Saturday:
*Karen: I am getting out tomorrow, thank god. 8 am is not early. I've already said this. I know about the Rebecca thing. Lol.
Now to Sunday. 5 comments, from 3 people.
*Victor: And I thought I had a big ego. And please stop using my blogs to ask for Ebony back. I am not magical.
*Karen: Thanks for commenting, I've replied to them all, as you can see. And I think my holidays will be more fun, minus the eventual homework and projects that need to be done.
*Shafi: That's OK, I just don't like those first-y comments that much. And yeah, I didn't get comments for ages, people have to know about your blog, which is why I didn't get any. Ah well.
*Shafi: Gotcha.
*Shafi: The labels are basically, just labels. Click one and you see every other blog with that label. Though I flood mine a bit. Ah well.
I'm going to finish up now. I also solemnly swear that blogs shall be earlier unless I can't help it, my parents are starting to get annoyed that I stay up just to blog. So earlier it is.
I'm not going to get a full day, I accept that,
AB
I woke up at 8:15, and went to go watch TV, because I knew that Avatar would be on. We didn't get to watch a lot of it though, because there was work to be done. Unfortunately. But we watched a fair bit, for a while. We've recorded the entire marathon, so we'll watch the rest tomorrow. Then we had to go to Shay's place. We stayed there for about an hour, where we watched some of their recordings of the second season, as well as playing solitaire on my iPod. I've said it before, but I love iPod solitaire. After that, we went to the shops. Then we went home and watched more Avatar (I know. Riveting stuff. Tomorrow will be a lot more exciting; we're going to the movies and such.). Right now I'm blogging (who knew?) and watching more Avatar. I've already commented.
Now to comments. First, comments from past blogs that were late, starting Thursday (very late).
Thursday:
*Karen: It's fine. At least you were on holidays somewhere other than your house. Anyway. I suppose my weekend was fine. And Shane and Oscar are hilarious, they are classic.
Friday:
*Karen: Cards are really fun, I can't get enough. And 8 am is sleeping in, for me, considering I get up at 6 on school days. I'm weird like that. I think that is the best time to wake up; I'd get really hungry around 12.
*Victor: Oy vey. 3 pm? Really?
*Victor: ...I don't know what to say here. So I won't say anything (else).
Saturday:
*Karen: I am getting out tomorrow, thank god. 8 am is not early. I've already said this. I know about the Rebecca thing. Lol.
Now to Sunday. 5 comments, from 3 people.
*Victor: And I thought I had a big ego. And please stop using my blogs to ask for Ebony back. I am not magical.
*Karen: Thanks for commenting, I've replied to them all, as you can see. And I think my holidays will be more fun, minus the eventual homework and projects that need to be done.
*Shafi: That's OK, I just don't like those first-y comments that much. And yeah, I didn't get comments for ages, people have to know about your blog, which is why I didn't get any. Ah well.
*Shafi: Gotcha.
*Shafi: The labels are basically, just labels. Click one and you see every other blog with that label. Though I flood mine a bit. Ah well.
I'm going to finish up now. I also solemnly swear that blogs shall be earlier unless I can't help it, my parents are starting to get annoyed that I stay up just to blog. So earlier it is.
I'm not going to get a full day, I accept that,
AB
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Almost A Day of Relaxation
Almost. I was so close too. I am going to rephrase: I want one full day of relaxation. Nothing extra. Just one day. Now to my day.
I woke up at around quarter to 8, and got on my laptop. Then my brother and I went on an Avatar: The Last Airbender marathon, which was on TV, and ended around 6:30. It sounds a bit childish, but the series is actually really good. We would have gotten to watch the whole thing (it was the second book or about 20 episodes. I don't know why they call it a book.), but my parents wanted to move a bookcase about 15 cm to the right. Which would have been OK, but the bookcase is gigantic and so we had to move all the books and collectibles out of it, move the bookcase, clean, and put it all back in. This took about an hour, and since our Foxtel is messing up on us, we missed something like 3 or 4 episodes. Which sucks, because Avatar is a story thing, and once you miss a few, it's hard to catch up properly. I want to get it on DVD, so we can see the whole thing. Anyway. I put my iPod on and listened to Abridged, and put books away (speaking of my iPod, the song stuck in my head today is 'Poisoning Pigeons in the Park,' which is, again, by Tom Lehrer.) Once that was finished, I moved my laptop and charger so I could watch the TV as well, and from 11 to 6:30, I watched Avatar, talked to Victor on MSN, and played games on my computer, such as Solitaire, Spider Solitaire, Minesweeper and Mahjong. Right now I'm listening to Abridged again, blogging and talking to Victor on MSN.
I better do comments too. I got 5 from 2 people. Where is everybody? I know Ebony's gone, though I don't know where AC or Karen are. Hmm.
*Shafi: 2 words. I do not like comments with just two words. And you just did it to say first. I do not like these first-ers. Comments are for commenting, not for mentioning how you are first. I know that already.
*Shafi: If by viewing your blog, you mean people who read your blog, then Victor and I read it. But be thankful you're getting comments, I didn't get comments for ages when I started my blog.
*Shafi: I come up with my own titles, and you can change the background by going to 'Layout.'
*Victor: I knew there was a smartass comment coming up. And if your fanclub is all about first-ing, I don't want to be a part of it. And I wouldn't worship you. I'm an atheist.
*Victor: Coming from the guy who commented 6 times in a row?
Gonna finish up today. I'm not meaning these relatively short posts, things just sort of blur today in holidays, not like school days where things are segmented and I can concentrate on each part at a time. Not that I'm wishing for school days. Don't get me wrong. Anyway. I always try to keep my posts above 500 words. Gotta keep up the work.
I think tomorrow will be the relaxing day (but I could be wrong),
AB
I woke up at around quarter to 8, and got on my laptop. Then my brother and I went on an Avatar: The Last Airbender marathon, which was on TV, and ended around 6:30. It sounds a bit childish, but the series is actually really good. We would have gotten to watch the whole thing (it was the second book or about 20 episodes. I don't know why they call it a book.), but my parents wanted to move a bookcase about 15 cm to the right. Which would have been OK, but the bookcase is gigantic and so we had to move all the books and collectibles out of it, move the bookcase, clean, and put it all back in. This took about an hour, and since our Foxtel is messing up on us, we missed something like 3 or 4 episodes. Which sucks, because Avatar is a story thing, and once you miss a few, it's hard to catch up properly. I want to get it on DVD, so we can see the whole thing. Anyway. I put my iPod on and listened to Abridged, and put books away (speaking of my iPod, the song stuck in my head today is 'Poisoning Pigeons in the Park,' which is, again, by Tom Lehrer.) Once that was finished, I moved my laptop and charger so I could watch the TV as well, and from 11 to 6:30, I watched Avatar, talked to Victor on MSN, and played games on my computer, such as Solitaire, Spider Solitaire, Minesweeper and Mahjong. Right now I'm listening to Abridged again, blogging and talking to Victor on MSN.
I better do comments too. I got 5 from 2 people. Where is everybody? I know Ebony's gone, though I don't know where AC or Karen are. Hmm.
*Shafi: 2 words. I do not like comments with just two words. And you just did it to say first. I do not like these first-ers. Comments are for commenting, not for mentioning how you are first. I know that already.
*Shafi: If by viewing your blog, you mean people who read your blog, then Victor and I read it. But be thankful you're getting comments, I didn't get comments for ages when I started my blog.
*Shafi: I come up with my own titles, and you can change the background by going to 'Layout.'
*Victor: I knew there was a smartass comment coming up. And if your fanclub is all about first-ing, I don't want to be a part of it. And I wouldn't worship you. I'm an atheist.
*Victor: Coming from the guy who commented 6 times in a row?
Gonna finish up today. I'm not meaning these relatively short posts, things just sort of blur today in holidays, not like school days where things are segmented and I can concentrate on each part at a time. Not that I'm wishing for school days. Don't get me wrong. Anyway. I always try to keep my posts above 500 words. Gotta keep up the work.
I think tomorrow will be the relaxing day (but I could be wrong),
AB
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Singing and Shopping
It wasn't a day of relaxation, but neither was it a day of work. I'm just going to get straight to my day. And by the title, I mean there was singing and there was shopping (no way!). I couldn't think of any better title.
I woke up around 7:30, and went on my laptop. For over an hour. Abridged episode 38 is out! W00t! Then, after breakfast and so forth, I had to get ready for the day ahead. Which took until 10, and then I had to do the folding. (I apologise for the 3 hours in 3 sentences. It gets less dull.) But before I finished, my parents got us all to go to the shops, which was a load off because it meant we didn't get to finish the folding. My parents wanted to go shopping for a lounge for the room where my brother and I watch TV, play games and so forth. I don't know why, since our lounge is fine, but they wanted to. So we did. I figured we'd be there for a while, so I brought my book and my iPod to stop the boredom. Which worked pretty well, as I had a Queen marathon. I love them. I also played Solitaire. Then after too many hours of waiting for them to pick something, we went to go get lunch at Hungry Jack's. Then we drove home, with my Dad plugging my iPod into the car and playing 'Bohemian Rhapsody,' which my Dad, my Mum and I all sang along to, while my brother shut his ears. I find that awesome, most would find that to be the opposite. Then at home, I went straight to my laptop again. I re-discovered Spider Solitaire, which I used to play a lot. Before I discovered regular Solitaire, which is way better). Around 6-ish, some family friends came over to watch the Carlton-Essendon game (and from what I can hear from my Dad's shouting, things are not looking good.). And I'm here blogging, while the adults watch the footy, and the kids (all under 11) play games on the DS, or something like that.
Now for the comments. I got 6 from 4 people (my guess is because it's a weekend and a holiday). But one comment was a long one, so I make up ground.
*Victor: It's fun, but not as fun as 13. And you make a good point. Now stop bagging my blogs.
*Mango: I'm not picking on... what?
*Ebony: What's this, a Victor fanclub? Ebony, chairperson, Mango right-hand man... enough ranting. I'm sure Victor will have a funny response to this. (Put me in the club as well, it seems. It's contagious. My parents don't want to play 13 too, ah well. It's OK. I am an unobservant person, as most people know. And no, my life does not revolve around AC. I checked my posts, I can't seem to find a thing about that. Hmm. And that social ramifications thing is my guess, it seems the most likely explanation of their anonymity. And P&A is much less strategic than 13, straights and bombs adds thought to it. To play a 3, you just play a 2, then it's your free. That's it. OK, you owned me. What does :L mean? And thanks for the long comment, I like long comments. They're a welcome change from 1 sentence comments.
*Ebony: That just makes it all the awesomer.
*Victor: Yeah, really.
*Shafi: A lot of chores. Hopefully the rest of the holidays will be less work.
Well, I'm gonna just finish up today's blog, so I can relax a little bit. I think tomorrow I don't have anything on, so the post will probably be lacking some detail. So prepare for lists.
One day to relax, it's all I ask,
AB
I woke up around 7:30, and went on my laptop. For over an hour. Abridged episode 38 is out! W00t! Then, after breakfast and so forth, I had to get ready for the day ahead. Which took until 10, and then I had to do the folding. (I apologise for the 3 hours in 3 sentences. It gets less dull.) But before I finished, my parents got us all to go to the shops, which was a load off because it meant we didn't get to finish the folding. My parents wanted to go shopping for a lounge for the room where my brother and I watch TV, play games and so forth. I don't know why, since our lounge is fine, but they wanted to. So we did. I figured we'd be there for a while, so I brought my book and my iPod to stop the boredom. Which worked pretty well, as I had a Queen marathon. I love them. I also played Solitaire. Then after too many hours of waiting for them to pick something, we went to go get lunch at Hungry Jack's. Then we drove home, with my Dad plugging my iPod into the car and playing 'Bohemian Rhapsody,' which my Dad, my Mum and I all sang along to, while my brother shut his ears. I find that awesome, most would find that to be the opposite. Then at home, I went straight to my laptop again. I re-discovered Spider Solitaire, which I used to play a lot. Before I discovered regular Solitaire, which is way better). Around 6-ish, some family friends came over to watch the Carlton-Essendon game (and from what I can hear from my Dad's shouting, things are not looking good.). And I'm here blogging, while the adults watch the footy, and the kids (all under 11) play games on the DS, or something like that.
Now for the comments. I got 6 from 4 people (my guess is because it's a weekend and a holiday). But one comment was a long one, so I make up ground.
*Victor: It's fun, but not as fun as 13. And you make a good point. Now stop bagging my blogs.
*Mango: I'm not picking on... what?
*Ebony: What's this, a Victor fanclub? Ebony, chairperson, Mango right-hand man... enough ranting. I'm sure Victor will have a funny response to this. (Put me in the club as well, it seems. It's contagious. My parents don't want to play 13 too, ah well. It's OK. I am an unobservant person, as most people know. And no, my life does not revolve around AC. I checked my posts, I can't seem to find a thing about that. Hmm. And that social ramifications thing is my guess, it seems the most likely explanation of their anonymity. And P&A is much less strategic than 13, straights and bombs adds thought to it. To play a 3, you just play a 2, then it's your free. That's it. OK, you owned me. What does :L mean? And thanks for the long comment, I like long comments. They're a welcome change from 1 sentence comments.
*Ebony: That just makes it all the awesomer.
*Victor: Yeah, really.
*Shafi: A lot of chores. Hopefully the rest of the holidays will be less work.
Well, I'm gonna just finish up today's blog, so I can relax a little bit. I think tomorrow I don't have anything on, so the post will probably be lacking some detail. So prepare for lists.
One day to relax, it's all I ask,
AB
Friday, April 10, 2009
Holidays Are Not For Work
Holidays are meant for laptops, TV, and just basically doing nothing. So when you're doing a lot of work... you know what, I'll get to this.
I woke up at 8:30, and it would have been later, but I was woken up. If you ask me, you shouldn't be woken up in the holidays; just sleep. You can't do it on school days, so why not do it in the holidays? Anyway. Then, after breakfast and so on, my parents got me to do the folding. And then my brother and I had to clear the entire house of books that we (my brother and I)owned that we didn't want anymore. Which took about 2 and a half hours. We have a lot of books. Then, finally, around noon, I went on my laptop again. Then at 2, I had to go walk the dog. Until 3. Bloody hell. Luckily I brought my iPod, so I could play Solitaire as well. As I love doing. After I walked the dog though, work was thankfully finished for the day, so I went on MSN and talked to Victor and Ebony. For a while. Then our family played 13 (just 1 game. They didn't know how to play, and didn't seem to want to), and President & Asshole, which is the game our family plays when we want to play cards. It's similar to 13, except without bombs, straights or suits. So, not as good. In my opinion. Right now I'm on an Abridged marathon, blogging, and talking to Victor on MSN all at the same time. In fact, all on the same screen. With more success than I would have thought.
I'm in the mood for a random list. So I'll say how 13 is better than President & Asshole:
*No bombs: So once someone plays a 2, it's their free. You can't beat a 2 once it is played. There's another way in 13, but it doesn't work in P&A because of...
*No suits: So you can't play a 3 of clubs on a 3 of spades. Only a 4. Which is very annoying.
*No straights: Oh, come on! You can only play singles, pairs, triples and quadruples. Straights add so much strategy.
*Once you lose, you keep losing: In P&A, the Asshole must give their 2 best cards to the President. The Asshole lost the last round, and the President won it. So the winner gets good cards. And the reverse. Gets frustrating if you lose.
*President starts: 3 of spades seems fair. Not much of an annoyance, but if you have a 3 of spades, it doesn't seem fair.
OK, I'm bored of that list. Now to the comments: 6 from 4 people. AC, unfortunately, didn't comment. Bugger. Anyway.
*Victor: The new Mango, only saying a few words, and putting first. Or maybe Mango is the new you. Anyway.
*Ebony: My bad. Your reading comment owned me. That's all that needs to be said. And I got it wrong (I'm on a great streak here). I'm just surprised I remember that much. I've seen some of John's Powerpoints; they are awesome, hands down. And title for yesterday: I fail again. I'm just giving up now.
*Shafi: More shameless advertising! Mango would be proud.
*Shafi: Anonymous comments account: Victor's next comment says it better than I ever could.
*Victor: Made my day too. Mine is, in fact, an exception, as AC comments anonymously.
*Rosa: My bad, OK, stop pointing it out! Lol. And the perfect married couple indeed.
Such was the first day of holidays. Hopefully tomorrow will be the first with no work whatsoever. Hopefully.
Sleep is good,
AB
I woke up at 8:30, and it would have been later, but I was woken up. If you ask me, you shouldn't be woken up in the holidays; just sleep. You can't do it on school days, so why not do it in the holidays? Anyway. Then, after breakfast and so on, my parents got me to do the folding. And then my brother and I had to clear the entire house of books that we (my brother and I)owned that we didn't want anymore. Which took about 2 and a half hours. We have a lot of books. Then, finally, around noon, I went on my laptop again. Then at 2, I had to go walk the dog. Until 3. Bloody hell. Luckily I brought my iPod, so I could play Solitaire as well. As I love doing. After I walked the dog though, work was thankfully finished for the day, so I went on MSN and talked to Victor and Ebony. For a while. Then our family played 13 (just 1 game. They didn't know how to play, and didn't seem to want to), and President & Asshole, which is the game our family plays when we want to play cards. It's similar to 13, except without bombs, straights or suits. So, not as good. In my opinion. Right now I'm on an Abridged marathon, blogging, and talking to Victor on MSN all at the same time. In fact, all on the same screen. With more success than I would have thought.
I'm in the mood for a random list. So I'll say how 13 is better than President & Asshole:
*No bombs: So once someone plays a 2, it's their free. You can't beat a 2 once it is played. There's another way in 13, but it doesn't work in P&A because of...
*No suits: So you can't play a 3 of clubs on a 3 of spades. Only a 4. Which is very annoying.
*No straights: Oh, come on! You can only play singles, pairs, triples and quadruples. Straights add so much strategy.
*Once you lose, you keep losing: In P&A, the Asshole must give their 2 best cards to the President. The Asshole lost the last round, and the President won it. So the winner gets good cards. And the reverse. Gets frustrating if you lose.
*President starts: 3 of spades seems fair. Not much of an annoyance, but if you have a 3 of spades, it doesn't seem fair.
OK, I'm bored of that list. Now to the comments: 6 from 4 people. AC, unfortunately, didn't comment. Bugger. Anyway.
*Victor: The new Mango, only saying a few words, and putting first. Or maybe Mango is the new you. Anyway.
*Ebony: My bad. Your reading comment owned me. That's all that needs to be said. And I got it wrong (I'm on a great streak here). I'm just surprised I remember that much. I've seen some of John's Powerpoints; they are awesome, hands down. And title for yesterday: I fail again. I'm just giving up now.
*Shafi: More shameless advertising! Mango would be proud.
*Shafi: Anonymous comments account: Victor's next comment says it better than I ever could.
*Victor: Made my day too. Mine is, in fact, an exception, as AC comments anonymously.
*Rosa: My bad, OK, stop pointing it out! Lol. And the perfect married couple indeed.
Such was the first day of holidays. Hopefully tomorrow will be the first with no work whatsoever. Hopefully.
Sleep is good,
AB
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Freedom!
I meant that to be read as a 'Braveheart' tribute, with the long, drawn-out, dramatic cry at the end of the movie. But, it's hard to put that into words. Anyway, what it means is that it is the end of term, and I am now free! Well, for another 2 weeks. But freedom is freedom. Now to my Thursday, which was bludgy as ever and funny, too.
I got to school, and Victor wasn't there. But he was the only one. Before school, I challenged Eric and Ian to an arm wrestle. Usually I'd be the last one to do that, but I wanted to see if hapkido has made a difference. And it has! I beat both of them. That was fun. Anyway. Period 1 was Science, and we didn't even get a chance to see Robson for the last lesson. Instead, we had... Bruce. We had him for something like 2 terms in Ag in Year 8, and believe me, that was plenty. I thought he'd left. Bloody hell. I finished my work (yes, we actually had work), and then it was time for Geography, which was watching a documentary up in the annexe. I read half the time and watched the other half. Recess was 13, as usual, with John, Kevin, Andy and me. We're lucky we had that many; Eric didn't want to play, and Victor wasn't here, as I said before. Period 3 was English, which was watching a DVD (not video, surprisingly) of 'Round the Twist.' I hadn't seen that show in years. I liked that show. Hancock was also talking about our short stories, and he said they were due in today. The whole of the class just started saying 'No! You said next term!' In the end he let it go, which was a load off. Next was Maths, in which all but 3 were here, so we did work. The whole lesson was on the surface area of cones. Nothing else. Just that. Too much work for the last day of term. I also worked out how to make a variable equal a number. So I don't forget: Number, Shift, RCL, Variable-without-Alpha. There we are. Lunch was cards, but not entirely 13. We also played 31, with Mango too. The funniest hand: one of mine. I was dealt an ace and a king of diamonds, as well as a nine of spades. I was first, and I drew the jack of diamonds. Instant win. The expressions on everybody's faces were priceless. When Mango left, we went back to 13. Period 5 was Drama, which was some impromptu prac stuff. It was all funny, but the best one had to go to one by Shane and Oscar. I luckily wrote it down in Commerce, so I could put it here. Here goes:
Shane is standing up, with a David Attenborough-type voice. Oscar is lying down, to the left.
Shane: Hello. I am Professor... Blueberry, and I'll be playing a game called 'Spot the Crocodile.' Oscar snaps with his arms, evidently pretending to be a crocodile.
Is he in the gumtrees? [he looks at Oscar.]
Is he in the volcano? [he looks at Oscar.]
Is he in the grass? [he looks at Oscar.]
He must be in the pond... [Shane bends over, in front of Oscar.]
They are hard to spot, for they require... a magnifying glass. Let me just increase the magnification on this... [All this time, Oscar is moving up behind Shane, but slowly.]
(Eat me, you idiot!) [Oscar attacks. The End.]
All impromptu, and funny as hell. You had to be there. But I wrote it so I could remember. Lastly for the term was Commerce, which would usually have been horrifying, but Kearney was giving out chocolate as a reward for a quiz-type thing. Basically, he asks questions, we get chocolate. I ended up getting a few eggs. Delicious! My Dad picked me up from school, and gave me good news and bad news. In summary: Bad news: We have to do chores for two hours. Good news: Then we're finished. His version was that after we're finished we can relax for a while, only doing regular chores. But we do that anyway! So I, being a smartass, wound down my window, and went 'We're doing 2 hours of chores, then we're finished! Yippi-kai-yai-yay!' You could see my Dad trying not to laugh. After whipper-snippering, cleaning the house, doing the kitchen and so on, I finally got a chance to relax. School may have finished at 2, but work didn't. But when it was done, I was relieved, to say the least. And here I am, work finished, and on MSN, listening to Rihanna (aha! Thought I'd say Queen, didn't you? I'm surprised myself, actually.) on my iPod.
I'm in the mood for one random list. OK, it's not random. It's sorta relevant. Things I'll miss over the holidays:
*Cards at Recess and Lunch: It's fun playing cards with everyone. Well, it's more I'll miss the company of my friends in general. But that's what MSN was made for, hey? Still no substitute though.
*Having an easy way to blog: I mean, look at today. I can split the day into periods, and write more. But, I suppose this will be good for my writing, which will be good for my dream of writing a book someday. Maybe I'll work on some stuff in the holidays.
*Hapkido: I don't think I'll be doing it as much, with Easter and going places and so on. And that sucks, because quickly hapkido has become a really fun thing to do, and it's good exercise. I never thought there'd be a day I was missing exercise, but here it is.
Now, I think, is a time for comments. 6 yesterday, from 6 people. Awesome.
*Rosa: That was a surprise, I'll say that. First comment, first for the post! And thanks for the following, that's 7!
*Victor: I do miss your comments. They are funny!
*Karen: I do not like her (in that way). She wasn't there yesterday, and I may or may not see her in the holidays, depending how much I see her. I also love Solitaire on my iPod, though I have no clue why they called it 'Klondike.' I was looking at my games, and I started playing it, and I thought 'This reminds me of Solitaire...' Maths is boring, and I'll enjoy the holidays. Though I will miss everybody. Have a good holiday too!
*Ebony: ...I'm not sure what to say about that ANZAC ceremony thing. It's very respectful. I've heard of 500 once or twice, but I have no idea of the rules. Hmm. And I missed Victor's comments too.
*AC: My Commerce thing was about 2 pages. I couldn't write much. And I found the ANZAC ceremony interesting, because you didn't quite know what he meant by myth and legend, so you were waiting to see if it had a point, and where he was going (if anywhere) with it. No disrespect. And you should keep commenting (please), I like your comments. I'm sure I've already said this. Memory span of... something.
Well, that pretty much sums up today. The next 2 weeks are going to be fun, I'll try to do something productive instead of just watching TV and surfing the net, though I will be doing those. Especially that last one. Maybe I'll also memorise some songs. Fun if I can recite the whole of 'New Math' by the first day back (if you don't know what that is, here's a link of someone lip-syncing it. And yes, it's by the same guy who wrote 'Lobachevsky.').
Thank god term is over,
AB
I got to school, and Victor wasn't there. But he was the only one. Before school, I challenged Eric and Ian to an arm wrestle. Usually I'd be the last one to do that, but I wanted to see if hapkido has made a difference. And it has! I beat both of them. That was fun. Anyway. Period 1 was Science, and we didn't even get a chance to see Robson for the last lesson. Instead, we had... Bruce. We had him for something like 2 terms in Ag in Year 8, and believe me, that was plenty. I thought he'd left. Bloody hell. I finished my work (yes, we actually had work), and then it was time for Geography, which was watching a documentary up in the annexe. I read half the time and watched the other half. Recess was 13, as usual, with John, Kevin, Andy and me. We're lucky we had that many; Eric didn't want to play, and Victor wasn't here, as I said before. Period 3 was English, which was watching a DVD (not video, surprisingly) of 'Round the Twist.' I hadn't seen that show in years. I liked that show. Hancock was also talking about our short stories, and he said they were due in today. The whole of the class just started saying 'No! You said next term!' In the end he let it go, which was a load off. Next was Maths, in which all but 3 were here, so we did work. The whole lesson was on the surface area of cones. Nothing else. Just that. Too much work for the last day of term. I also worked out how to make a variable equal a number. So I don't forget: Number, Shift, RCL, Variable-without-Alpha. There we are. Lunch was cards, but not entirely 13. We also played 31, with Mango too. The funniest hand: one of mine. I was dealt an ace and a king of diamonds, as well as a nine of spades. I was first, and I drew the jack of diamonds. Instant win. The expressions on everybody's faces were priceless. When Mango left, we went back to 13. Period 5 was Drama, which was some impromptu prac stuff. It was all funny, but the best one had to go to one by Shane and Oscar. I luckily wrote it down in Commerce, so I could put it here. Here goes:
Shane is standing up, with a David Attenborough-type voice. Oscar is lying down, to the left.
Shane: Hello. I am Professor... Blueberry, and I'll be playing a game called 'Spot the Crocodile.' Oscar snaps with his arms, evidently pretending to be a crocodile.
Is he in the gumtrees? [he looks at Oscar.]
Is he in the volcano? [he looks at Oscar.]
Is he in the grass? [he looks at Oscar.]
He must be in the pond... [Shane bends over, in front of Oscar.]
They are hard to spot, for they require... a magnifying glass. Let me just increase the magnification on this... [All this time, Oscar is moving up behind Shane, but slowly.]
(Eat me, you idiot!) [Oscar attacks. The End.]
All impromptu, and funny as hell. You had to be there. But I wrote it so I could remember. Lastly for the term was Commerce, which would usually have been horrifying, but Kearney was giving out chocolate as a reward for a quiz-type thing. Basically, he asks questions, we get chocolate. I ended up getting a few eggs. Delicious! My Dad picked me up from school, and gave me good news and bad news. In summary: Bad news: We have to do chores for two hours. Good news: Then we're finished. His version was that after we're finished we can relax for a while, only doing regular chores. But we do that anyway! So I, being a smartass, wound down my window, and went 'We're doing 2 hours of chores, then we're finished! Yippi-kai-yai-yay!' You could see my Dad trying not to laugh. After whipper-snippering, cleaning the house, doing the kitchen and so on, I finally got a chance to relax. School may have finished at 2, but work didn't. But when it was done, I was relieved, to say the least. And here I am, work finished, and on MSN, listening to Rihanna (aha! Thought I'd say Queen, didn't you? I'm surprised myself, actually.) on my iPod.
I'm in the mood for one random list. OK, it's not random. It's sorta relevant. Things I'll miss over the holidays:
*Cards at Recess and Lunch: It's fun playing cards with everyone. Well, it's more I'll miss the company of my friends in general. But that's what MSN was made for, hey? Still no substitute though.
*Having an easy way to blog: I mean, look at today. I can split the day into periods, and write more. But, I suppose this will be good for my writing, which will be good for my dream of writing a book someday. Maybe I'll work on some stuff in the holidays.
*Hapkido: I don't think I'll be doing it as much, with Easter and going places and so on. And that sucks, because quickly hapkido has become a really fun thing to do, and it's good exercise. I never thought there'd be a day I was missing exercise, but here it is.
Now, I think, is a time for comments. 6 yesterday, from 6 people. Awesome.
*Rosa: That was a surprise, I'll say that. First comment, first for the post! And thanks for the following, that's 7!
*Victor: I do miss your comments. They are funny!
*Karen: I do not like her (in that way). She wasn't there yesterday, and I may or may not see her in the holidays, depending how much I see her. I also love Solitaire on my iPod, though I have no clue why they called it 'Klondike.' I was looking at my games, and I started playing it, and I thought 'This reminds me of Solitaire...' Maths is boring, and I'll enjoy the holidays. Though I will miss everybody. Have a good holiday too!
*Ebony: ...I'm not sure what to say about that ANZAC ceremony thing. It's very respectful. I've heard of 500 once or twice, but I have no idea of the rules. Hmm. And I missed Victor's comments too.
*AC: My Commerce thing was about 2 pages. I couldn't write much. And I found the ANZAC ceremony interesting, because you didn't quite know what he meant by myth and legend, so you were waiting to see if it had a point, and where he was going (if anywhere) with it. No disrespect. And you should keep commenting (please), I like your comments. I'm sure I've already said this. Memory span of... something.
Well, that pretty much sums up today. The next 2 weeks are going to be fun, I'll try to do something productive instead of just watching TV and surfing the net, though I will be doing those. Especially that last one. Maybe I'll also memorise some songs. Fun if I can recite the whole of 'New Math' by the first day back (if you don't know what that is, here's a link of someone lip-syncing it. And yes, it's by the same guy who wrote 'Lobachevsky.').
Thank god term is over,
AB
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