It's true. Today I wrote almost nothing (in school, I mean. I'm not counting blogging). That's not to say I didn't do any work. But there was no writing. Also, I still couldn't think of any titles. Damn.
I slept in today, since my alarm underwent total existence failure (yeah, I stole that from Douglas Adams), as it always done when my radio is on. I'm not entirely sure why (I can't, I'm asleep at the time), but it does. So I didn't get to blog then. Anyway. Period 1 was English, in which we did an English competition. If you're wondering why I didn't mention that before, it's because I didn't know about it. At all. I don't know how everyone else knew; I didn't. The comp itself was more difficult than I first expected, and there were some easy questions and some hard ones (what the hell does indolent mean?). Period 2 was Maths, which was a shortened period due to the test. We were just doing some revision questions. Simple algebra, mostly. Recess was the standard.
Third period was Drama, in which we continued our Coolwave (trademark) ad, and actually performed it. Oscar wasn't here, and there were only 3 characters, so Ebony sat out. Cameron was the zebra who wanted to stop his ice-cream melting, I was the penguin who introduced the Coolwave , and Shane was Glen from Coolwave Industries who was the main promoter of the Coolwave (none of these were my ideas). We got several laughs, including one at my entrance from behind the curtains with my hat sideways, sunglasses, and walking like a penguin. No, I'm not kidding. Period 4 was Commerce, which was reading about the different kinds of tax, like GST and income tax. Bit of a bludge, really. Lunch was 13.
Periods 5 and 6 were PE, in which we did European handball for the first time in a while. We started off doing warm-ups, your standard throw and catch. I ended up partnered with Ebony, and the sequence went something like this: Ebony throws it to me with good accuracy but low power. I get the ball, and throw it with average accuracy (I occasionally missed her entirely) and stronger power. Ebony avoids the ball, and goes to get it. She comes back, and throws it to me. I'm simplifying a lot here, but that was the general gist of things. We then played a game of European handball with the guys that were there, and I wasn't as good as the others. That's not to say I was necessarily bad, they were just better. We then, in the last 10 or 15 minutes, played a whole class plus Mr Wilson game that stretched the entire asphalt basketball area (in other words, a little more than two courts). They ended up winning, but mainly because they got the team with the guys that won, and Mr Wilson played on their team. Now that's hardly fair. But, yeah. They won. And when I got home, I spent most of my time getting the speech cards ready for my assignment. But I didn't get to blog, so that's why this is late.
And that was my Tuesday. I apologise profusely for the incredibly late post, but with assignments and hapkido getting in the way, there's not much else I could have done. And with the Ag assignment and the weekend, well, we're all just going to have to grin and bear it. It's annoying for me, as there's a constant deadline (not after the night before. Sometimes it gets close). But that happens.
Soon good titles shall come,
AB
Showing posts with label slept in. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slept in. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Exercise and More Exercise
Today involved a lot, I mean a lot, of exercise. Read through and you'll get the general picture. And, Happy Birthday EJ! He is 11. Also, I know it is a late post. Blame hapkido. Even awesomeness has its downsides.
I slept in 45 minutes today, after the exhausting night I had last night. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on which way you put it), I got to school on time, but I only got to blog something like 2 paragraphs before it was time to go to school. Oy vey. When I actually got to school, not many people were there, and several people went to an IPT excursion. The people who were left at the table: me, Kevin, Andy, Ian, Shafi. Role Call was just reading. Periods 1 and 2 were PE, which was more cricket. We were playing indoor cricket instead though, and as we couldn't lose the balls, and they were tennis balls, we could smash them basically as hard as we wanted to. And smash them I did. Heaps of our people. In one memorable event, Alan hit a ball of Hewie, which went straight into a Lachlan Macquarie plaque (Macquarie is always getting smashed), then bounced straight into Allie's head. Wilson also warned us about hitting the clocks; but he said we'd need good timing to do that (Timing? Clocks? LOL!). I loved smashing it. Towards the end, we played 2 games of indoor cricket, of which our team won both. Go the Blues! (We were the blue team.)
Recess was 13, with everybody here. So, 5. We managed it though. Period 3 was Commerce, which was doing work on our in-class assignment. I do not want to be stuck doing it all like the last Commerce in-class assignment (bloody Matt and Javery). But, yeah, I actually got some work done. Lunch was 13, even when Shafi and Ian left, and we were stuck with 3 people. So we added an imaginary guy called 'Larry' for some reason, and we could take any hand we wanted. That was fun.
Then it was School Sport, in which we went back into the hall after a while with everyone procrastinating. We played dodgeball, so it was a good thing that Ebony was at the IPT excursion. I did pretty well, except for when I accidentally took out Alex Tieu. Long story short, he was sitting down, I threw a ball, people got out of the way, the ball hit him. In the braces. Not my fault; sitting down in a game of dodgeball is a very, very bad idea. Anyway. First we played against the Year 9s, with Year 7s split between us. We won all of the games we played against them. Then we played the Year 7s. We won most of the games, but not all. They outnumbered us, man! I was picked up by my Dad around 2:30, and then we went to Wattle Grove Shops. We got home around 3:30.
I finished my blog around 4;15, after much procrastination and other such things. I then spent a while on MSN, before going to EJ's birthday dinner. Which, in classic EJ style, was Red Rooster. I had way too much for dinner, I'll say that. Because, at 7, I left for hapkido. Shay didn't come, as she was sick. We had Grandmaster Geoff and Tina for teachers, and together they work pretty well. I got 2 signatures today, which puts me up to enough signatures for a tip! For those that don't know what that is, each 7 signatures, you get a tip. I'm not entirely sure why, but why not? I now have 8 signatures, and in exactly two weeks I am eligible for an orange belt (3 months, 20 classes. I've got two weeks before I've done 3 months, and I've done 18 classes.). Hopefully I'll get it soon. After hapkido, I got home, and did a bit of my blog, while eating some cake of course (mmm, chocolate cake...), and listening to Queen on my iPod. Hooray for Queen!. But I didn't get to finish my post, so here I am.
Well, that was my day. The next few posts shouldn't be too late. Or, alternatively, not very late. At least not too late. Oh, whatever.
Happy Birthday EJ,
AB
I slept in 45 minutes today, after the exhausting night I had last night. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on which way you put it), I got to school on time, but I only got to blog something like 2 paragraphs before it was time to go to school. Oy vey. When I actually got to school, not many people were there, and several people went to an IPT excursion. The people who were left at the table: me, Kevin, Andy, Ian, Shafi. Role Call was just reading. Periods 1 and 2 were PE, which was more cricket. We were playing indoor cricket instead though, and as we couldn't lose the balls, and they were tennis balls, we could smash them basically as hard as we wanted to. And smash them I did. Heaps of our people. In one memorable event, Alan hit a ball of Hewie, which went straight into a Lachlan Macquarie plaque (Macquarie is always getting smashed), then bounced straight into Allie's head. Wilson also warned us about hitting the clocks; but he said we'd need good timing to do that (Timing? Clocks? LOL!). I loved smashing it. Towards the end, we played 2 games of indoor cricket, of which our team won both. Go the Blues! (We were the blue team.)
Recess was 13, with everybody here. So, 5. We managed it though. Period 3 was Commerce, which was doing work on our in-class assignment. I do not want to be stuck doing it all like the last Commerce in-class assignment (bloody Matt and Javery). But, yeah, I actually got some work done. Lunch was 13, even when Shafi and Ian left, and we were stuck with 3 people. So we added an imaginary guy called 'Larry' for some reason, and we could take any hand we wanted. That was fun.
Then it was School Sport, in which we went back into the hall after a while with everyone procrastinating. We played dodgeball, so it was a good thing that Ebony was at the IPT excursion. I did pretty well, except for when I accidentally took out Alex Tieu. Long story short, he was sitting down, I threw a ball, people got out of the way, the ball hit him. In the braces. Not my fault; sitting down in a game of dodgeball is a very, very bad idea. Anyway. First we played against the Year 9s, with Year 7s split between us. We won all of the games we played against them. Then we played the Year 7s. We won most of the games, but not all. They outnumbered us, man! I was picked up by my Dad around 2:30, and then we went to Wattle Grove Shops. We got home around 3:30.
I finished my blog around 4;15, after much procrastination and other such things. I then spent a while on MSN, before going to EJ's birthday dinner. Which, in classic EJ style, was Red Rooster. I had way too much for dinner, I'll say that. Because, at 7, I left for hapkido. Shay didn't come, as she was sick. We had Grandmaster Geoff and Tina for teachers, and together they work pretty well. I got 2 signatures today, which puts me up to enough signatures for a tip! For those that don't know what that is, each 7 signatures, you get a tip. I'm not entirely sure why, but why not? I now have 8 signatures, and in exactly two weeks I am eligible for an orange belt (3 months, 20 classes. I've got two weeks before I've done 3 months, and I've done 18 classes.). Hopefully I'll get it soon. After hapkido, I got home, and did a bit of my blog, while eating some cake of course (mmm, chocolate cake...), and listening to Queen on my iPod. Hooray for Queen!. But I didn't get to finish my post, so here I am.
Well, that was my day. The next few posts shouldn't be too late. Or, alternatively, not very late. At least not too late. Oh, whatever.
Happy Birthday EJ,
AB
Monday, May 4, 2009
Monday Madness
It was strange kind of Monday. Everything was, to plagiarise myself, slightly surreal. I'll get to all about how. Right now.
I woke up around 6:15 (which is sleeping in for me), and then had to run around to do everything before I had to go. I actually ended up finishing early, but then I had to do my History homework, which I didn't do over the weekend. I finished that around 7:40, and spent the rest of the 20 minutes or so on my laptop, as I do.
Skip to school, and Period 1 was Ag, which was doing some work on goats, and then after finishing, doing some work on my book. I'm just trying to think of a reasonable way that the protagonists can defeat the antagonist. There's got to be a simple way. 'Make everything as simple as possible, but not simpler,' said Albert Einstein (because I had to work that in there.). Next was History, which was doing some work on the changing rights of Aboriginals, and it ended up that the homework we had, not many people actually did. Of course. Recess was cards, as usual, and showing Shafi how to play 13. He picked the rules up pretty quickly, but his strategy has something to be desired. But in all fairness, you can't teach strategy. Period 3 was Maths, which was doing work on volume. Mango had my Maths textbook again. I really have to stop leaving it behind. Anyway. Period 4 was Science, or at least it should have been. Before classes started, I talked to Victor and Kevin, who were in the class in front of me, when Ebony 'attacked' Victor again. I should probably get used to this (the lucky bastard. I could get into a big rant about him getting somebody, but I won't.). In the end, no teacher showed up, so the period was spent listening to music on my iPod, working on my book, playing cards to myself (like Solitaire), making card houses (which are really fun to do), and in the end, I was playing 'Go Fish' with Sophie, when the bell went. When I stood up, grabbing my bag, I could feel the backpack falling. 'What the hell?' I shouted, dropping everything, and looking at the wreck that was my bag, one strap come clean of the bag itself. Crap. That was an awesome bag too. Just my luck. Lunch was playing cards again, 13 and 31 both. I got a quad 7. Awesome.
Period 5 was Commerce, which was doing a class debate on 'Should the Legal Drinking Age be Lowered to 16?' of which the answer is obvious, but the arguments not so much. Last was English, which was reading some of Macbeth (I would have enjoyed it if Ebony were Lady Macbeth instead of Witch 3. But, that's only because of Tournament of Minds. I like that. But, I'm off topic.), and watching a DVD. When you watch it, it makes more sense, but I still had trouble working out what they were saying. Well, that's what you get for the play being over 400 years old. Still good though. When I got home, I went on my laptop, until it was time for hapkido.
There weren't many people tonight, and we had the woman black belt (I don't know her name. I'll get it eventually. My memory of names is not so good, as most people know.), so we got our asses kicked. At least 50 push-ups in the first 10 minutes or so, and her favourite drill, Jab-Cross-Duck. It's tiring, but it's good (and me saying exercise is good just shows how awesome hapkido is.). I had to teach a new guy called Ben some self-defence, which was really fun, as usually I'm the one being taught. After that we did evasion, and I think I did pretty well. Every attack I got out of fairly quickly. It's great, hapkido. And here I am, blogging as fast as I can, before I go to bed.
One good thing about not too many comments: less stuff to write, and the quicker it takes (it's no complete compensation, but it's something.) Two yesterday, from Victor and Ebony.
*Victor: I don't like double brackets. Call me strange that way; I don't like them.
*Ebony: Someone else thinks blog is a weird word. I'm not that strange! (Weirdly enough, I'm slightly disappointed. Strange is good.) And making my day interesting: cool. I'm even awesomer! And it's true, nobody wants to hear me sing (well, I do, but I don't think that counts.). And I did not 'say it anyway,' I only hinted heavily. I couldn't resist. Second, you want. Second.
That was my Monday. It was manic, it was mad, but it was m... mega-awesome (hooray, I got it! I almost said mawesome. Damn, that's a good word. 'Mawesome.' This is just me being 'different' here.). Tomorrow should be also a big post, as I find out if I get braces or not. Crap. Well, here we go.
Mondays, they're all bloody annoying,
AB
I woke up around 6:15 (which is sleeping in for me), and then had to run around to do everything before I had to go. I actually ended up finishing early, but then I had to do my History homework, which I didn't do over the weekend. I finished that around 7:40, and spent the rest of the 20 minutes or so on my laptop, as I do.
Skip to school, and Period 1 was Ag, which was doing some work on goats, and then after finishing, doing some work on my book. I'm just trying to think of a reasonable way that the protagonists can defeat the antagonist. There's got to be a simple way. 'Make everything as simple as possible, but not simpler,' said Albert Einstein (because I had to work that in there.). Next was History, which was doing some work on the changing rights of Aboriginals, and it ended up that the homework we had, not many people actually did. Of course. Recess was cards, as usual, and showing Shafi how to play 13. He picked the rules up pretty quickly, but his strategy has something to be desired. But in all fairness, you can't teach strategy. Period 3 was Maths, which was doing work on volume. Mango had my Maths textbook again. I really have to stop leaving it behind. Anyway. Period 4 was Science, or at least it should have been. Before classes started, I talked to Victor and Kevin, who were in the class in front of me, when Ebony 'attacked' Victor again. I should probably get used to this (the lucky bastard. I could get into a big rant about him getting somebody, but I won't.). In the end, no teacher showed up, so the period was spent listening to music on my iPod, working on my book, playing cards to myself (like Solitaire), making card houses (which are really fun to do), and in the end, I was playing 'Go Fish' with Sophie, when the bell went. When I stood up, grabbing my bag, I could feel the backpack falling. 'What the hell?' I shouted, dropping everything, and looking at the wreck that was my bag, one strap come clean of the bag itself. Crap. That was an awesome bag too. Just my luck. Lunch was playing cards again, 13 and 31 both. I got a quad 7. Awesome.
Period 5 was Commerce, which was doing a class debate on 'Should the Legal Drinking Age be Lowered to 16?' of which the answer is obvious, but the arguments not so much. Last was English, which was reading some of Macbeth (I would have enjoyed it if Ebony were Lady Macbeth instead of Witch 3. But, that's only because of Tournament of Minds. I like that. But, I'm off topic.), and watching a DVD. When you watch it, it makes more sense, but I still had trouble working out what they were saying. Well, that's what you get for the play being over 400 years old. Still good though. When I got home, I went on my laptop, until it was time for hapkido.
There weren't many people tonight, and we had the woman black belt (I don't know her name. I'll get it eventually. My memory of names is not so good, as most people know.), so we got our asses kicked. At least 50 push-ups in the first 10 minutes or so, and her favourite drill, Jab-Cross-Duck. It's tiring, but it's good (and me saying exercise is good just shows how awesome hapkido is.). I had to teach a new guy called Ben some self-defence, which was really fun, as usually I'm the one being taught. After that we did evasion, and I think I did pretty well. Every attack I got out of fairly quickly. It's great, hapkido. And here I am, blogging as fast as I can, before I go to bed.
One good thing about not too many comments: less stuff to write, and the quicker it takes (it's no complete compensation, but it's something.) Two yesterday, from Victor and Ebony.
*Victor: I don't like double brackets. Call me strange that way; I don't like them.
*Ebony: Someone else thinks blog is a weird word. I'm not that strange! (Weirdly enough, I'm slightly disappointed. Strange is good.) And making my day interesting: cool. I'm even awesomer! And it's true, nobody wants to hear me sing (well, I do, but I don't think that counts.). And I did not 'say it anyway,' I only hinted heavily. I couldn't resist. Second, you want. Second.
That was my Monday. It was manic, it was mad, but it was m... mega-awesome (hooray, I got it! I almost said mawesome. Damn, that's a good word. 'Mawesome.' This is just me being 'different' here.). Tomorrow should be also a big post, as I find out if I get braces or not. Crap. Well, here we go.
Mondays, they're all bloody annoying,
AB
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
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
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Saturday at Star City
Specifically, the Star City hotel in Sydney. If you're wondering why, it's my friend Shay's mum Jo's birthday, and we're celebrating by having a stay in the Star City hotel. With that in mind, let's see about my day.
I woke up at 7:45, and had breakfast. Unfortunately, after my Dad left for AFL with my brother, I had to mow the lawn. In the rain. However, after 15 minutes of attempting to start the mower, it eventually failed, so I didn't have to do it. All's well that ends well, I suppose. However, I had to pack the dishwasher and do homework. But, it's better than mowing the lawn, I suppose. I also finished a Scratch project I’ve been working on that generates coastlines. I know, I get bored. But it took a while and I’m really pleased with the end result. I’ll upload it once I’ve fine-tuned it. After a while, my Dad and my brother got home, and it was time to go to Star City.
First we drove to the hotel, and we got valet parking. My Mum started drooling over a Ferrari, so my Dad got a picture taken. We got a lift up to our apartment, and so we had a look around. Ours are on the 9th floor, and Shay's family is on the 10th floor. They look exactly the same, except for the pictures on the wall. On ours, they're Picasso-y, abstract paintings (I hate those), and theirs are good paintings that actually look like something. We went down to Darling Harbour and got an ice-cream (I got a strawberry one in a waffle and Belgian chocolate cone. *drools*), and checked out the restaurant where we ate tonight (the obviously named Meat and Wine Cafe.). After that, we went back to the hotel, and went to swim in the pool. We (me, EJ, Shay and Lachlan) played Marco Polo and played double-decker fighting (where someone gets on someone else's shoulders). Then we got changed, and went up to Shay's apartment. I went on my laptop (we have internet access), and I read. Then after a while it was time for dinner. We went down to the Meat and Wine Cafe, and I had this delicious Hawaiian Burger. Pineapple, cheese, bacon, beef, lettuce, all on one bun with chips and onion rings on the side, with a big glass of Lift thrown in as well. It was delicious. Sadly, I could not eat it all. If only. Once that was finished, we got bored for a bit, then discovered there was paper on the table. I got a pencil out of my pocket (why I had one in there is a very good question), and so we started drawing on the table. That was more fun than it actually seems. We drew sketches, wrote stuff, etc. We also had fun with electric candles. They actually didn’t have candles, just electric lights. That was cool, because we spent ages playing with them without getting burnt. That was also really fun. Then we walked back to the hotel, with the parents singing Elton John and Michael Jackson all the way. Yes, they had had a few drinks. We got back to the apartment, changed into our pyjamas (that is a weird word. Seriously, it starts with p-y-j. OK, that was random.), and settled down while the parents went to the casino. We put on a movie, which was ‘Don’t Mess With The Zohan’ (I love that movie), and I went on my computer. And here I am. I’m actually blogging this on a Word document, because Blogger is messing up on me. No other websites though. Hmm.
OK, if I may be permitted a quick side note: No longer am I going to be blogging this late again, with any luck. Twice in a short period I’ve had to blog the following morning because I’ve been interrupted or I’ve left it until late. So now I’m going to try to do what I used to: Blog about the previous night the following morning. Moving on…
And that was today. A long day, but a very good one. Tomorrow look like it's gonna be a good day, before the big week and That Dreaded Day (it strikes again).
From up on the tenth floor of Star City Hotel,
AB
I woke up at 7:45, and had breakfast. Unfortunately, after my Dad left for AFL with my brother, I had to mow the lawn. In the rain. However, after 15 minutes of attempting to start the mower, it eventually failed, so I didn't have to do it. All's well that ends well, I suppose. However, I had to pack the dishwasher and do homework. But, it's better than mowing the lawn, I suppose. I also finished a Scratch project I’ve been working on that generates coastlines. I know, I get bored. But it took a while and I’m really pleased with the end result. I’ll upload it once I’ve fine-tuned it. After a while, my Dad and my brother got home, and it was time to go to Star City.
First we drove to the hotel, and we got valet parking. My Mum started drooling over a Ferrari, so my Dad got a picture taken. We got a lift up to our apartment, and so we had a look around. Ours are on the 9th floor, and Shay's family is on the 10th floor. They look exactly the same, except for the pictures on the wall. On ours, they're Picasso-y, abstract paintings (I hate those), and theirs are good paintings that actually look like something. We went down to Darling Harbour and got an ice-cream (I got a strawberry one in a waffle and Belgian chocolate cone. *drools*), and checked out the restaurant where we ate tonight (the obviously named Meat and Wine Cafe.). After that, we went back to the hotel, and went to swim in the pool. We (me, EJ, Shay and Lachlan) played Marco Polo and played double-decker fighting (where someone gets on someone else's shoulders). Then we got changed, and went up to Shay's apartment. I went on my laptop (we have internet access), and I read. Then after a while it was time for dinner. We went down to the Meat and Wine Cafe, and I had this delicious Hawaiian Burger. Pineapple, cheese, bacon, beef, lettuce, all on one bun with chips and onion rings on the side, with a big glass of Lift thrown in as well. It was delicious. Sadly, I could not eat it all. If only. Once that was finished, we got bored for a bit, then discovered there was paper on the table. I got a pencil out of my pocket (why I had one in there is a very good question), and so we started drawing on the table. That was more fun than it actually seems. We drew sketches, wrote stuff, etc. We also had fun with electric candles. They actually didn’t have candles, just electric lights. That was cool, because we spent ages playing with them without getting burnt. That was also really fun. Then we walked back to the hotel, with the parents singing Elton John and Michael Jackson all the way. Yes, they had had a few drinks. We got back to the apartment, changed into our pyjamas (that is a weird word. Seriously, it starts with p-y-j. OK, that was random.), and settled down while the parents went to the casino. We put on a movie, which was ‘Don’t Mess With The Zohan’ (I love that movie), and I went on my computer. And here I am. I’m actually blogging this on a Word document, because Blogger is messing up on me. No other websites though. Hmm.
OK, if I may be permitted a quick side note: No longer am I going to be blogging this late again, with any luck. Twice in a short period I’ve had to blog the following morning because I’ve been interrupted or I’ve left it until late. So now I’m going to try to do what I used to: Blog about the previous night the following morning. Moving on…
And that was today. A long day, but a very good one. Tomorrow look like it's gonna be a good day, before the big week and That Dreaded Day (it strikes again).
From up on the tenth floor of Star City Hotel,
AB
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Slightly Surreal
Man, another awesome title. I am on a roll. Anyway, I've been putting this off since 7:45, because I've been reading 'Megatokyo,' which I will get to. The title means that today was slightly surreal (Captain Obvious to the rescue!), meaning slightly unreal, fantastic. At least that's what my online dictionary says. Thinking is for school. (Oh, and happy Pi Day. 3/14, in American terms.)
I got up at 8:30, which is really late for me, considering on weekends I'm usually up by at least 7:30. I don't know why, I just am. I got pancakes for breakfast (sweet), then I spent all the time up until around 10:45 cleaning my room and doing the kitchen, because we had Dance rehearsal for PE today at my house, which I will get to. Yep, my weekend was shaping up great. And, no, it was not my idea to do chores, it was my parents'. *sigh*. Joy. At around 11:10 we went to pick up Oishi and Nancy from the station, and we got to work on some dance moves in the dining room. We had to move the table, but it was the biggest space in the house. We were going to be in my room, but it was too small. All that time taken up for cleaning. And my brother was in the house, and he was watching. Ah, well. We did some dancing until about 1, when they had to go home. I was about to go on my laptop when we had to go to the shops to buy a present for my Mum's birthday on Tuesday. I ended up getting lunch there. We bought some charms (well, by bought, I mean my Dad gave us the money), and promptly got of there. That seems quick, but after a short stop to the fruit store, we got home around 3:15. I then had to get on my laptop. I looked at Megatokyo (which delayed today's post. I'm on a great strip, 680. Spoilers ahead. It really sums up the comic so far.), went on MSN, and got the new one (it looks nothing like the original and functions almost exactly the same.), reading, etc, etc. Since then I've been basically been doing nothing but surfing the net and having dinner. I'd also like to say some of the things I'd like to do, because I sorta have the time now.
* Write a book: Unlikely, because I've tried to do that heaps of times. Never gets further than a few pages.
* Learn Dutch: I really don't have the time. Unfortunately.
* Learn to draw: Ditto.
* Learn guitar: Ditto. Also I don't have a guitar.
Wow, I thought that'd be quicker. Hmm. How about subjects I'd like to do for Years 11 and 12.
* Physics: I really like Physics.
* Chemistry: Ditto.
* Legal Studies: People have said that I have a knack for that type of thing (ie reading long, boring books and talking people into comas).
* Economics: I did really well in Commerce last year. And I figure money makes the world go round.
* Maths Extension: I think I'm good in Maths.
* Industrial Studies: Just kidding.
OK, my favourite websites, in no particular order.
* Megatokyo: One of the best webcomics.
* xkcd: Ditto.
* Dinosaur Comics: Ditto.
* Unspeakable Vault (of Doom): Ditto.
* News.com.au: I like to keep in touch with the world (no, really.)
* YuGiOh - The Abridged Series: Because they're awesome.
* My Blog: Naturally.
OK, now I'm bored. That should be enough for today. As I said, slightly surreal, but, that's cool. (And if you're thinking that 'Slightly Surreal' is an great name for a song, I already tried writing that. With limited success.) Sunday will hopefully be more of a bludge. Hopefully. Sorry if today was a bit disjointed, but, as I've said before: thinking is for school.
Random lists FTW,
AB
I got up at 8:30, which is really late for me, considering on weekends I'm usually up by at least 7:30. I don't know why, I just am. I got pancakes for breakfast (sweet), then I spent all the time up until around 10:45 cleaning my room and doing the kitchen, because we had Dance rehearsal for PE today at my house, which I will get to. Yep, my weekend was shaping up great. And, no, it was not my idea to do chores, it was my parents'. *sigh*. Joy. At around 11:10 we went to pick up Oishi and Nancy from the station, and we got to work on some dance moves in the dining room. We had to move the table, but it was the biggest space in the house. We were going to be in my room, but it was too small. All that time taken up for cleaning. And my brother was in the house, and he was watching. Ah, well. We did some dancing until about 1, when they had to go home. I was about to go on my laptop when we had to go to the shops to buy a present for my Mum's birthday on Tuesday. I ended up getting lunch there. We bought some charms (well, by bought, I mean my Dad gave us the money), and promptly got of there. That seems quick, but after a short stop to the fruit store, we got home around 3:15. I then had to get on my laptop. I looked at Megatokyo (which delayed today's post. I'm on a great strip, 680. Spoilers ahead. It really sums up the comic so far.), went on MSN, and got the new one (it looks nothing like the original and functions almost exactly the same.), reading, etc, etc. Since then I've been basically been doing nothing but surfing the net and having dinner. I'd also like to say some of the things I'd like to do, because I sorta have the time now.
* Write a book: Unlikely, because I've tried to do that heaps of times. Never gets further than a few pages.
* Learn Dutch: I really don't have the time. Unfortunately.
* Learn to draw: Ditto.
* Learn guitar: Ditto. Also I don't have a guitar.
Wow, I thought that'd be quicker. Hmm. How about subjects I'd like to do for Years 11 and 12.
* Physics: I really like Physics.
* Chemistry: Ditto.
* Legal Studies: People have said that I have a knack for that type of thing (ie reading long, boring books and talking people into comas).
* Economics: I did really well in Commerce last year. And I figure money makes the world go round.
* Maths Extension: I think I'm good in Maths.
* Industrial Studies: Just kidding.
OK, my favourite websites, in no particular order.
* Megatokyo: One of the best webcomics.
* xkcd: Ditto.
* Dinosaur Comics: Ditto.
* Unspeakable Vault (of Doom): Ditto.
* News.com.au: I like to keep in touch with the world (no, really.)
* YuGiOh - The Abridged Series: Because they're awesome.
* My Blog: Naturally.
OK, now I'm bored. That should be enough for today. As I said, slightly surreal, but, that's cool. (And if you're thinking that 'Slightly Surreal' is an great name for a song, I already tried writing that. With limited success.) Sunday will hopefully be more of a bludge. Hopefully. Sorry if today was a bit disjointed, but, as I've said before: thinking is for school.
Random lists FTW,
AB
Sunday, March 8, 2009
We Are (Not) The Champions
Yes, I know, another Queen song. That's because they're awesome. Yes, as you can guess, we lost. Just how badly, I shall now tell you.
I actually slept in today, believe it or not. That's because we had to leave by 9:15 to get there by 9:30 to play by 10 (or something like that), so, really, it hardly mattered. So, we get to the ground, everyone starts showing up. My Dad, the coach, makes a quick speech, and we begin the match. We start off pretty good: 1 for 1, 2 for 7, 3 for 22. Drinks break. Right about here, it starts to fall to pieces. A quick 6 off a no ball in the second over after drinks break, and the runs start to pile on. 70, 80, the total started to shoot up. Justin (their best batsman) got out after one of the greatest plays I've ever seen. Speedy's at mid-on, and Justin hits it towards him, and goes for a 1. Speedy leaps to the side, gets the ball, and throws it at the wicket. A moment of silence. Then an explosion of cheering. At this point, it's something like 120 runs, and we feel like anything's possible. But the game isn't over. They're not through. The overs run out at 2, and they're at 169. We're still hopeful, if they can do it, we can. It's lunch. We go back on, and Ryan M gets out for 1. That's OK, Nibraas gets in. Everything's still running smoothly. Rizzul gets out for 2. Ben gets in. Two of our best batsmen. Let's get some runs. Except, we don't seem to want to do that. Nifty, out for 10. Payny (in my opinion, our other best batsman) gets in. Ben out for 1, Payny for a duck. We're in trouble. Big trouble. Teagan gets in, and stays in. Good, if anyone else could stay in. A lot of sundries, but not enough. Jacob goes for 1. Aaron sticks in for a bit, falls for 1. Rhys stays in for 20 minutes. A duck. At this point, we're doomed. Only Callum and me left, in that order. Callum stays in for a while, but it's hopeless. He goes for 2. I'm left. I face 2 balls, then it's over (as in, the over is out, not the game is over). Teagan goes for the ball, but it bounces off her bat and hits the stumps. All out, for 62. 34 sundries. It was, quite frankly, one of the worst games we've played. Bowling-wise, OK, but batting-wise: disappointing. Ah well.
The rest of the day ran pretty well. We get home, and decide to trick EJ. We tried to tell him I got 70 not out. My Dad also pretended to give me $200 (he gave me one bill twice. I had to give it back to him both times. Bugger.). My brother caught on about the score basically instantly, but then he started crying: 'You gave him $200! Look who your favourite son is!' Then we attempt to explain to him that there is no way in the world that my Dad would ever give me $200. Now that was funny. The rest of my day was basically spent watching TV, reading, and going on my computer.
Such ends my day, and ends the weekend. Bugger. Ah well, it was a good few days. And now there's school tomorrow. I don't want to go to school. Well, I shall finish today's blog.
May next year's final be a lot better than this year's,
AB
I actually slept in today, believe it or not. That's because we had to leave by 9:15 to get there by 9:30 to play by 10 (or something like that), so, really, it hardly mattered. So, we get to the ground, everyone starts showing up. My Dad, the coach, makes a quick speech, and we begin the match. We start off pretty good: 1 for 1, 2 for 7, 3 for 22. Drinks break. Right about here, it starts to fall to pieces. A quick 6 off a no ball in the second over after drinks break, and the runs start to pile on. 70, 80, the total started to shoot up. Justin (their best batsman) got out after one of the greatest plays I've ever seen. Speedy's at mid-on, and Justin hits it towards him, and goes for a 1. Speedy leaps to the side, gets the ball, and throws it at the wicket. A moment of silence. Then an explosion of cheering. At this point, it's something like 120 runs, and we feel like anything's possible. But the game isn't over. They're not through. The overs run out at 2, and they're at 169. We're still hopeful, if they can do it, we can. It's lunch. We go back on, and Ryan M gets out for 1. That's OK, Nibraas gets in. Everything's still running smoothly. Rizzul gets out for 2. Ben gets in. Two of our best batsmen. Let's get some runs. Except, we don't seem to want to do that. Nifty, out for 10. Payny (in my opinion, our other best batsman) gets in. Ben out for 1, Payny for a duck. We're in trouble. Big trouble. Teagan gets in, and stays in. Good, if anyone else could stay in. A lot of sundries, but not enough. Jacob goes for 1. Aaron sticks in for a bit, falls for 1. Rhys stays in for 20 minutes. A duck. At this point, we're doomed. Only Callum and me left, in that order. Callum stays in for a while, but it's hopeless. He goes for 2. I'm left. I face 2 balls, then it's over (as in, the over is out, not the game is over). Teagan goes for the ball, but it bounces off her bat and hits the stumps. All out, for 62. 34 sundries. It was, quite frankly, one of the worst games we've played. Bowling-wise, OK, but batting-wise: disappointing. Ah well.
The rest of the day ran pretty well. We get home, and decide to trick EJ. We tried to tell him I got 70 not out. My Dad also pretended to give me $200 (he gave me one bill twice. I had to give it back to him both times. Bugger.). My brother caught on about the score basically instantly, but then he started crying: 'You gave him $200! Look who your favourite son is!' Then we attempt to explain to him that there is no way in the world that my Dad would ever give me $200. Now that was funny. The rest of my day was basically spent watching TV, reading, and going on my computer.
Such ends my day, and ends the weekend. Bugger. Ah well, it was a good few days. And now there's school tomorrow. I don't want to go to school. Well, I shall finish today's blog.
May next year's final be a lot better than this year's,
AB
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Don't Stop Me Now
In that, I wanted to quote a song, preferably a Queen one, and this one seemed to fit today. It's been a long day, and it's still going. So let's get into what has been a hell of a Saturday (in a good way).
I woke up at 7:20 (which, really, is sleeping in for me), and I'm still half-waking up when the parents bustle me off to Rebel Sports about 20 minutes away for my brother's footy boots (AFL. I'm sure I've already said this.), as well as to get me some new sneakers (this pair's falling apart. Almost literally.). So we get to the shops, and there's this guy on one of the up escalators walking down. About 50 years old, so not a kid or anything. Just picture it: a 50 year old guy just staying in one spot, walking down the up escalator as if that's perfectly normal. And we have to go up that escalator, so he just stops, turns around, and goes up the escalator. And, he was looking at us strange. He was looking at us strange. Anyway, we get to Rebel, I get my shoes, taking around 10 minutes, while EJ (my brother) is getting his boots. I wander over, he's still getting his boots. Wait around 15 minutes, come back, still getting them. It's a miracle we ever got out of there. We get out, grab a doughnut and a strawberry milkshake, and end up going to Borders. Sweet. I got another Brian Greene book called 'Fabric of the Cosmos.' I can't wait to read it. We got home, and I ended up having to clean my room and do homework. Joy. I can't do it tomorrow, because I have cricket. (Oh, that reminds me: I was thinking of titling today's post 'The Final Countdown' because of the cricket final, but it didn't really sum up today. Bugger. After I got that out of the way, I went on my laptop for a while, going on Scratch, MSN, net-surfing, you know, the usual.
We left our house at around 5, to go to Shay's house. I went on the Wii, playing Wii Tennis against Lachlan and EJ (losing both times), and playing baseball with EJ (drawing.) Next, we had dinner, and then we got into handball. Shay and Lachlan play a bit differently, but then, so does everyone. We played for a while, and at the end, the game just started to fall apart. But, really, we were having more fun, 'cause we didn't care what we doing. It was great. I gave Shay my glasses, thus disabling both of our visions, and attempted to play handball. Which, as you can imagine, was both mindbendingly difficult, but really fun and carefree. It was like being drunk, sorta. When we went inside after about 1 and a half hours outside, Shay and I got on our computers (I brought my laptop), and EJ and Lachlan got on the Wii. So here I am, at 9:30, just sitting with my laptop, music blaring in my ears (the song stuck in my head today is 'Everything I'm Not' by the Veronicas. Yesterday, I forgot to mention, was 'Bohemian Rhapsody' by Queen.), and blogging.
My day isn't finished, but this post is. Because chances are not much is going to happen from now and when I go to sleep. Of course, I could be wrong, but in that case I'll just resort to the tried-and-true method of putting off today what I can do tomorrow, and put it in the next post. (Oh, I won't be on MSN from 10 am to 6:30 pm tomorrow most likely, because of the final.) One thing's for sure: I definitely won't be sleeping in tomorrow. Unfortunately.
Tomorrow will be a busy, busy day,
AB
I woke up at 7:20 (which, really, is sleeping in for me), and I'm still half-waking up when the parents bustle me off to Rebel Sports about 20 minutes away for my brother's footy boots (AFL. I'm sure I've already said this.), as well as to get me some new sneakers (this pair's falling apart. Almost literally.). So we get to the shops, and there's this guy on one of the up escalators walking down. About 50 years old, so not a kid or anything. Just picture it: a 50 year old guy just staying in one spot, walking down the up escalator as if that's perfectly normal. And we have to go up that escalator, so he just stops, turns around, and goes up the escalator. And, he was looking at us strange. He was looking at us strange. Anyway, we get to Rebel, I get my shoes, taking around 10 minutes, while EJ (my brother) is getting his boots. I wander over, he's still getting his boots. Wait around 15 minutes, come back, still getting them. It's a miracle we ever got out of there. We get out, grab a doughnut and a strawberry milkshake, and end up going to Borders. Sweet. I got another Brian Greene book called 'Fabric of the Cosmos.' I can't wait to read it. We got home, and I ended up having to clean my room and do homework. Joy. I can't do it tomorrow, because I have cricket. (Oh, that reminds me: I was thinking of titling today's post 'The Final Countdown' because of the cricket final, but it didn't really sum up today. Bugger. After I got that out of the way, I went on my laptop for a while, going on Scratch, MSN, net-surfing, you know, the usual.
We left our house at around 5, to go to Shay's house. I went on the Wii, playing Wii Tennis against Lachlan and EJ (losing both times), and playing baseball with EJ (drawing.) Next, we had dinner, and then we got into handball. Shay and Lachlan play a bit differently, but then, so does everyone. We played for a while, and at the end, the game just started to fall apart. But, really, we were having more fun, 'cause we didn't care what we doing. It was great. I gave Shay my glasses, thus disabling both of our visions, and attempted to play handball. Which, as you can imagine, was both mindbendingly difficult, but really fun and carefree. It was like being drunk, sorta. When we went inside after about 1 and a half hours outside, Shay and I got on our computers (I brought my laptop), and EJ and Lachlan got on the Wii. So here I am, at 9:30, just sitting with my laptop, music blaring in my ears (the song stuck in my head today is 'Everything I'm Not' by the Veronicas. Yesterday, I forgot to mention, was 'Bohemian Rhapsody' by Queen.), and blogging.
My day isn't finished, but this post is. Because chances are not much is going to happen from now and when I go to sleep. Of course, I could be wrong, but in that case I'll just resort to the tried-and-true method of putting off today what I can do tomorrow, and put it in the next post. (Oh, I won't be on MSN from 10 am to 6:30 pm tomorrow most likely, because of the final.) One thing's for sure: I definitely won't be sleeping in tomorrow. Unfortunately.
Tomorrow will be a busy, busy day,
AB
Monday, February 23, 2009
Smooth Sailing and The List
That's right people, I'm still using that metaphor. I like it. It's good. Anyway, I'll tell you about my day, then I'll get straight into The List. (That's right, I'm using capital letters. Dun dun dah!)
I woke up half an hour late. Bloody iSlim. I mean, it's good, but not as an alarm clock. Meh. Before school, there was, how shall we say, some difficulties that were cleared up in Recess. I'm not being very specific, and I'll get to why in a minute. Period 1 was English, in which the only interesting thing that happened was that I was called into Ms. Webber's office to check up on something that happened in Sport. That was cleared up in Recess. Period 2 was Maths, and was even less exciting. ...I don't think anything actually happened. W00t! Recess, and the ship came out of the choppy waters with Cam, and it looks like smooth sailing from now on. (This metaphor shouldn't come out anymore. Emphasis on shouldn't.) Matt also knows I know about his blog. Eh, might as well give a link. Period 3 was Drama, and it was theory. Joy. Then Commerce, which was more work. Lunch, and nothing particularly exciting happened. Then it was prac PE, and we worked out out groups for Dance. (...I know. Dance. Joy.) I'm with Oishi and Nancy. They're new. They seem really nice. I think it'll be fun working with them. Then I caught the bus home with my brother. More joy. OK, now to the list. Victor may have done 10, but I'm doing 9. 9 is fine (which rhymes. W00t!). No, scratch that, I thought of someone else. 10 people. Friends, not family. OK, they're random. And probably unlike Victor's, it's fairly straight-forward who you are. So, let's see.
1. OK, I'll start with you. Why not. You're a fun guy to be around, you love the same things I do (reading and Abridged come to mind.), and you sort of remind me of me. I don't understand why people pick on you. They just do. But no matter what anyone says, you're a great guy. Here's to you.
2. Wow. This is random. You're also really great, my fellow nerd. You've changed a lot. You're more sarcastic, less gullible, and shorter. Sorry. We don't talk that much since I went up in Maths, but I still consider you a great friend.
3. Speaking of short, you definitely aren't anymore. You're fun to be around, as you always have been, and to my knowledge we've basically never fought (maliciously). You also have the same name as my brother (OK, that gives it away. Ah, screw it.). You also have to see more Abridged. You also like popcorn, I'll say that (:P lol). Way to go, man!
4. Hmm. OK, sure. You are also fun to be around, if you stop hanging around with Number 9. How ironic that you're number 4 (on my list). But, I should let go of that. Keep hanging around with him, don't let me stop you. You're fun. You also love soccer. A lot. But, seriously, you're a great dude. See you in Maths, man.
5. OK. You're a great friend, and I'm glad after all these years, such storms (screw it, I'll say it. Celtic Storms.) can be forgiven and we can get on with our friendship. Remember that I'm here for your 'problem,' and also to just learn to laugh at yourself. We all have. But, seriously, despite your flaws (or perhaps because of), we'll always be friends. Cheers!
6. I haven't seen you since last year. Hopefully we can be pen pals when you go off to Uni. That's all I can really say, other than thanks for the bookmark, and I hope we'll always be friends. Thanks for the chocolate!
7. Speaking of not seeing each other, I haven't seen you in... wow, just over 3 years. And yet still we're as close as ever we were. Really. I don't care what other people think, you're one of my best friends. Hopefully I'll see you sometime in June or July. Wouldn't that be awesome, hey! With any luck, I'll see you then. Sweet!
8. Mate, you're an amazing friend. I love our in-jokes, and it's great that you're always there to talk to. I think you're a great guy, and I consider you one of my best friends. Just remember that I'll always be here if you need me. Rock on!
9. Ah. You. You're only here because I wanted to rant about you; I don't consider you a friend. There's nothing I can say that hasn't already been said. What I think of you could fill up a lot of pages. Stop acting the victim, stop pretending you're something you're not, andstop bloody being a caricature of yourself. I don't wish you any harm, I simply wish you to piss off.
10. My best friend. They do say save the best 'til last. And that's just what happened. We've known each other for ages. We'll always remain friends. I owe you a lot. Hopefully we can rant some more, if we want to. Just remember: Black Fingernails, Diet Coke! Thanks for everything.
It's been a while, but that's it. I have withheld names, but I suppose it's pretty clear who you are. And now, I feel much better. Really. This feels nice.
Thanks for being a part of my life,
AB
I woke up half an hour late. Bloody iSlim. I mean, it's good, but not as an alarm clock. Meh. Before school, there was, how shall we say, some difficulties that were cleared up in Recess. I'm not being very specific, and I'll get to why in a minute. Period 1 was English, in which the only interesting thing that happened was that I was called into Ms. Webber's office to check up on something that happened in Sport. That was cleared up in Recess. Period 2 was Maths, and was even less exciting. ...I don't think anything actually happened. W00t! Recess, and the ship came out of the choppy waters with Cam, and it looks like smooth sailing from now on. (This metaphor shouldn't come out anymore. Emphasis on shouldn't.) Matt also knows I know about his blog. Eh, might as well give a link. Period 3 was Drama, and it was theory. Joy. Then Commerce, which was more work. Lunch, and nothing particularly exciting happened. Then it was prac PE, and we worked out out groups for Dance. (...I know. Dance. Joy.) I'm with Oishi and Nancy. They're new. They seem really nice. I think it'll be fun working with them. Then I caught the bus home with my brother. More joy. OK, now to the list. Victor may have done 10, but I'm doing 9. 9 is fine (which rhymes. W00t!). No, scratch that, I thought of someone else. 10 people. Friends, not family. OK, they're random. And probably unlike Victor's, it's fairly straight-forward who you are. So, let's see.
1. OK, I'll start with you. Why not. You're a fun guy to be around, you love the same things I do (reading and Abridged come to mind.), and you sort of remind me of me. I don't understand why people pick on you. They just do. But no matter what anyone says, you're a great guy. Here's to you.
2. Wow. This is random. You're also really great, my fellow nerd. You've changed a lot. You're more sarcastic, less gullible, and shorter. Sorry. We don't talk that much since I went up in Maths, but I still consider you a great friend.
3. Speaking of short, you definitely aren't anymore. You're fun to be around, as you always have been, and to my knowledge we've basically never fought (maliciously). You also have the same name as my brother (OK, that gives it away. Ah, screw it.). You also have to see more Abridged. You also like popcorn, I'll say that (:P lol). Way to go, man!
4. Hmm. OK, sure. You are also fun to be around, if you stop hanging around with Number 9. How ironic that you're number 4 (on my list). But, I should let go of that. Keep hanging around with him, don't let me stop you. You're fun. You also love soccer. A lot. But, seriously, you're a great dude. See you in Maths, man.
5. OK. You're a great friend, and I'm glad after all these years, such storms (screw it, I'll say it. Celtic Storms.) can be forgiven and we can get on with our friendship. Remember that I'm here for your 'problem,' and also to just learn to laugh at yourself. We all have. But, seriously, despite your flaws (or perhaps because of), we'll always be friends. Cheers!
6. I haven't seen you since last year. Hopefully we can be pen pals when you go off to Uni. That's all I can really say, other than thanks for the bookmark, and I hope we'll always be friends. Thanks for the chocolate!
7. Speaking of not seeing each other, I haven't seen you in... wow, just over 3 years. And yet still we're as close as ever we were. Really. I don't care what other people think, you're one of my best friends. Hopefully I'll see you sometime in June or July. Wouldn't that be awesome, hey! With any luck, I'll see you then. Sweet!
8. Mate, you're an amazing friend. I love our in-jokes, and it's great that you're always there to talk to. I think you're a great guy, and I consider you one of my best friends. Just remember that I'll always be here if you need me. Rock on!
9. Ah. You. You're only here because I wanted to rant about you; I don't consider you a friend. There's nothing I can say that hasn't already been said. What I think of you could fill up a lot of pages. Stop acting the victim, stop pretending you're something you're not, andstop bloody being a caricature of yourself. I don't wish you any harm, I simply wish you to piss off.
10. My best friend. They do say save the best 'til last. And that's just what happened. We've known each other for ages. We'll always remain friends. I owe you a lot. Hopefully we can rant some more, if we want to. Just remember: Black Fingernails, Diet Coke! Thanks for everything.
It's been a while, but that's it. I have withheld names, but I suppose it's pretty clear who you are. And now, I feel much better. Really. This feels nice.
Thanks for being a part of my life,
AB
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The Day After
Bloody Cameron and Matt, they don't know the meaning of social decency. I'm going to get to this. But, first, my day.
I woke up 45 minutes late, on account of not putting on my alarm. Meaning I got less than 7 hours of sleep last night. *yawn* Anyway, I got to school and this is the bloody problem. I told Cameron something private, and he tells Matt. Who is no help to anyone unless the mental hospital is missing someone. I could backspace that, but I won't. And Cam and Matt decide, hey, let's go see. If you know what I'm talking about, this makes sense. Cut a long story short (but it keeps going, after school), let's just say I'm not going to tell Cam much anymore. Anyway, I go to Role Call, blah blah. Period 1 was Geo, where I forgot my book and bludged (But those are completely unrelated. Really.). Then it was Science, in which we did our first actual work from the textbook (Shock! Horror!), not like last year, or the year before, where everything was by the book. Always. ALWAYS. Next was Recess, which was basically just chatting. Next was Period 3, Agriculture, which was talking about artificial insemination. Joy.
Lunch was basically talking, as well as playing cards. After that was Sport, or so it would have been if the grounds were dry. So basically we (me, Victor, Kevin, Andy, and everyone else in School Sport) went to the hall and watched some movie called 'Bring It On' with Kirsten Dunst. Not bad, actually. Now to what I was telling you. After school, I'm sitting on the bench on the station, and Cam (with Matt next to him, of course) yells across the tracks, 'I know who you like!' (nobody, by the way), and points to who he thinks. Who was on the same station. In earshot. *hits head* I swear, Cam and Matt... uggh.
Be careful who can hear you (hint hint, Cam)
AB
I woke up 45 minutes late, on account of not putting on my alarm. Meaning I got less than 7 hours of sleep last night. *yawn* Anyway, I got to school and this is the bloody problem. I told Cameron something private, and he tells Matt. Who is no help to anyone unless the mental hospital is missing someone. I could backspace that, but I won't. And Cam and Matt decide, hey, let's go see. If you know what I'm talking about, this makes sense. Cut a long story short (but it keeps going, after school), let's just say I'm not going to tell Cam much anymore. Anyway, I go to Role Call, blah blah. Period 1 was Geo, where I forgot my book and bludged (But those are completely unrelated. Really.). Then it was Science, in which we did our first actual work from the textbook (Shock! Horror!), not like last year, or the year before, where everything was by the book. Always. ALWAYS. Next was Recess, which was basically just chatting. Next was Period 3, Agriculture, which was talking about artificial insemination. Joy.
Lunch was basically talking, as well as playing cards. After that was Sport, or so it would have been if the grounds were dry. So basically we (me, Victor, Kevin, Andy, and everyone else in School Sport) went to the hall and watched some movie called 'Bring It On' with Kirsten Dunst. Not bad, actually. Now to what I was telling you. After school, I'm sitting on the bench on the station, and Cam (with Matt next to him, of course) yells across the tracks, 'I know who you like!' (nobody, by the way), and points to who he thinks. Who was on the same station. In earshot. *hits head* I swear, Cam and Matt... uggh.
Be careful who can hear you (hint hint, Cam)
AB
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
