Let me explain here: I've got an English assignment due on Friday that is a goddamn lot of work, and we had to do the lawns. So you can excuse me if my title isn't very good, my post is late, and/or my post is very short. Because that's why. So, without further ado, to my day.
I got up at about 8:00, and by around 10 I had finished the majority of my chores (up until then, it had been a pretty slow day). So then I ended up getting to my English assignment. After drawing up the table for the second question on Excel, I realised that, 'Holy crap, this could be a really long assignment.' Example: Literary techniques from the first Harry Potter movie that represent the odd one out. How do you do that well? I was a fair bit into the question (although not nearly enough), when it was time for the family to do the lawns, which, as you can imagine, was somewhat annoying, but it had to be done.
Mum and EJ were at cricket, so Dad did the lawnmower and I used the whipper-snipper (I almost wrote whipper-sniper. Lol.). Dad got most of the way through and I got about halfway through when the whipper-snipper began to fail. We got it working a few times, but at one point, it just gave up and died. Nothing I could do could start it again. So I gave it to Dad, who also tried. But it was to no use. Dad, then, got very angry. He hurled the whipper-snipper at the back fence at full strength, which I took as my cue to start backing away, mainly because I was worried about the prospects of danger, to say the least (petrol in whipper-snipper. Petrol is not a very friendly substance. By which I mean of course, boom.). He then started smashing the whipper-snipper against the ground, as if he was trying to beat lumps out of the grass, or trying to chop some wood that was lying there (which seemed like he misunderstood the first rule of fixing things: Make sure it's broken.). I came back hesitantly, and it turns out he was only doing it (at least partially) because he wanted a new one, and he wanted to make sure it was definitely unable to fixed (which I can safely say he achieved). Although he didn't foresee the whole petrol problem. I did the rest of the lawns.
I got back inside at around 2 or 2:30, and I then kept at my assignment. I worked until about 7, when it was time for dinner. I then went to go watch the Crows-Magpies game. Which was a really good game, although it's a pity Collingwood won, by 5 points too. I also played Battlefield Heroes for about an hour, and as my long range machine-gun ran out, I tried the shotgun. Which actually worked pretty well; better than I expected. Though I won't be trading it in for the long range, if only for the fact that I need a long range gun. I went to bed around 11:30, after posting, of course.
And seeing that there are no comments (really not surprising), that was my day. I know it's a really late post; quite frankly, I'm surprised it's not any later. And that I managed to get over 600 words. I mean, my day could be summed up as assignments and doing the lawns, but... anyway. I'll try to get Sunday's post up earlier than this one (relative to when it should be up, I mean. No time travel.), but no promises.
Bloody assignments,
AB
Showing posts with label too much work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label too much work. Show all posts
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Damn These Assignments
I could come up with a title that is catchy, though it would probably become an exercise in futility as I will most likely end with an alliterative title and call it a day. Or, I could just say that I've had enough of these bloody assignments. 3 periods today were to do with assignments. 3! Anyway. Enough of my ranting and let's see my day, shall we? (Please note: most of that first paragraph was put there because I couldn't think of much. Although, you can't blame me on this one. Blame society!)
Period 1 was Geography was doing the Geo assignment, and it's coming along nicely, if a bit slowly. When some of the other, more urgent projects are completed, I can focus on that. And then I can begin to really focus on the PE project. It's just one of those terms where assignments never seem to cease; there's always another one ready to strike. Period 2 was Science, in which we had Bruce for the first 'official' time, by which I mean Robson left this morning, so Bruce has our class for the next few weeks, so this is his first day actually really teaching. And he started off spectacularly, giving us an assignment due Thursday week. A substitute gave us an assignment. It just doesn't seem to add up. The assignment was that he gives us a disease, and we then make a presentation on it. I did have rickets, but I was able to change it to juvenile diabetes, only really because I can ask Shay all about it. And a good thing too, Wikipedia has maybe two or three times as much on juvenile diabetes than of rickets. Recess was 13, of course.
Period 3 was Ag, in which we went down to the farm to finish up our hoeing. And about time too, although I have enjoyed listening to Tom Lehrer on my iPod. We got into groups, and drew straws to see what row we would fix up. I drew for my group, and got the best row, so for most of the period, we just added a bit of dirt here and there. All of the other groups, though, threw rocks at our row, presumably because we had the best one. Period 4 was PE theory, in which we got into groups, and tried to work out how it would stop us finding out health information, which was a much better period than it sounded. I made many a joke, such as what a doctor would tell you if they didn't speak very good English ('Go find better doctor!'), and a major problem with parents who didn't speak English. In parent/teacher interviews, Wilson gets the kids to translate. Do you see the problem with this? What happens if Wilson tells the kid to tell the parent that they are doing bad at school. Aha!
Lunch was cards, and in which yet another funny thing happened. Andy said 'Get a life!' for some reason. One kid, who was passing by (perfectly ordinary; he was just some kid who happened to be walking near us at the time), just said, out of the blue, 'You get a life, Andy!' And just kept walking. Like nobody had said anything. He hadn't even stopped to say it. He was just walking. It was hilarious; Kevin and I just cracked up. Period 5 was the Year Assembly, in which the school song was slow and the national anthem was fast, and in which Norris talked on and on in a monotone for about half an hour. Period 6 was Drama, and our group was celebrating the finish of our assignment. While going through all of the parts, Shane then asked, 'Who did the justification?' We all looked at each other. Somebody (I think it was Cam) asked 'What justification...' I then asked Shane if he had the notification, and he got it out. There it was: 400-500 words. We all scrambled, and it was up to me to do it, as I wrote the quickest. I wrote and wrote, pretty much continuously, for 45 minutes. I got one and a half pages done, trying to remember the ad, then making up elements such as music and fitting it to the ad. It was tough work. When I got home, I blogged a bit, and I was also able to play Battlefield Heroes for a bit. But I didn't really get to post, so here I am.
And that was my day. Sorry for my late post, with assignments and all that, I wasn't really able to post. And if you don't like it, then I simply say it's my blog. So, yeah. I can't think of any ideas for the closing paragraph (yeah, I know), so I'll just finish up here.
I have had enough of late posts,
AB
Period 1 was Geography was doing the Geo assignment, and it's coming along nicely, if a bit slowly. When some of the other, more urgent projects are completed, I can focus on that. And then I can begin to really focus on the PE project. It's just one of those terms where assignments never seem to cease; there's always another one ready to strike. Period 2 was Science, in which we had Bruce for the first 'official' time, by which I mean Robson left this morning, so Bruce has our class for the next few weeks, so this is his first day actually really teaching. And he started off spectacularly, giving us an assignment due Thursday week. A substitute gave us an assignment. It just doesn't seem to add up. The assignment was that he gives us a disease, and we then make a presentation on it. I did have rickets, but I was able to change it to juvenile diabetes, only really because I can ask Shay all about it. And a good thing too, Wikipedia has maybe two or three times as much on juvenile diabetes than of rickets. Recess was 13, of course.
Period 3 was Ag, in which we went down to the farm to finish up our hoeing. And about time too, although I have enjoyed listening to Tom Lehrer on my iPod. We got into groups, and drew straws to see what row we would fix up. I drew for my group, and got the best row, so for most of the period, we just added a bit of dirt here and there. All of the other groups, though, threw rocks at our row, presumably because we had the best one. Period 4 was PE theory, in which we got into groups, and tried to work out how it would stop us finding out health information, which was a much better period than it sounded. I made many a joke, such as what a doctor would tell you if they didn't speak very good English ('Go find better doctor!'), and a major problem with parents who didn't speak English. In parent/teacher interviews, Wilson gets the kids to translate. Do you see the problem with this? What happens if Wilson tells the kid to tell the parent that they are doing bad at school. Aha!
Lunch was cards, and in which yet another funny thing happened. Andy said 'Get a life!' for some reason. One kid, who was passing by (perfectly ordinary; he was just some kid who happened to be walking near us at the time), just said, out of the blue, 'You get a life, Andy!' And just kept walking. Like nobody had said anything. He hadn't even stopped to say it. He was just walking. It was hilarious; Kevin and I just cracked up. Period 5 was the Year Assembly, in which the school song was slow and the national anthem was fast, and in which Norris talked on and on in a monotone for about half an hour. Period 6 was Drama, and our group was celebrating the finish of our assignment. While going through all of the parts, Shane then asked, 'Who did the justification?' We all looked at each other. Somebody (I think it was Cam) asked 'What justification...' I then asked Shane if he had the notification, and he got it out. There it was: 400-500 words. We all scrambled, and it was up to me to do it, as I wrote the quickest. I wrote and wrote, pretty much continuously, for 45 minutes. I got one and a half pages done, trying to remember the ad, then making up elements such as music and fitting it to the ad. It was tough work. When I got home, I blogged a bit, and I was also able to play Battlefield Heroes for a bit. But I didn't really get to post, so here I am.
And that was my day. Sorry for my late post, with assignments and all that, I wasn't really able to post. And if you don't like it, then I simply say it's my blog. So, yeah. I can't think of any ideas for the closing paragraph (yeah, I know), so I'll just finish up here.
I have had enough of late posts,
AB
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Give Me A Break
It's just insane. I have been working practically non stop since about 2. And before then, I did basically nothing. Not relaxing, but just nothing. These things happen, I know, but... anyway. All to be explained. Maybe my really relaxing weekend will be next weekend. Or maybe the holidays. And late post again. Guess who I blame! (And the answer is society, folks!)
I woke up around 7-ish, and then went on my DS for a bit. I also went on my laptop, and finished up Friday's post. Then around 9:30-ish, after some time on my laptop, watching TV and so on, I was picked up. At home, I messed around for a bit, doing bits and pieces without really doing anything at all. I blogged a little, and helped EJ out with his game. Around 1:30, Dad, EJ and I left to get lunch. And that's when all the work started.
Once I got home, around 2, we had lunch (mmm, fish cocktails, scallops and chips...), and then I had to go and do the kitchen. This in itself would not be too bad, although it was a bit of an annoyance. Soon, we were all getting into the folding, and the kitchen had to be put on hold. So when the folding was done, it was back to the kitchen. Then back to the folding again. Finally, it was back to the kitchen, and I was finished. Or so I thought. Time for ironing.
If there is one chore I hate most of all, it is ironing. The kitchen serves an obvious purpose, and doesn't involve all that much concentration. Ditto for folding. Cooking involves a lot of concentration, but you get to smell the food. Cleaning a room involves very little concentration, and you can listen to the radio. So on and so forth. You get the picture. Point is, I hate ironing. With a passion. So after that half an hour of torture, I went back to my laptop, and tried to blog. I did finish, but only after dinner and the kitchen, and seemingly endless distractions. But I finally finished.... Saturday's post. And I got about 3 lines of Sunday's post done. A blogger's work is never done. But it's still enjoyable, if annoying once a schedule is thrown out of whack.
And there ends the weekend. It wasn't a relaxing one, I'll admit, but it wasn't not relaxing. Granted, there was a lot of work for a Sunday, but it was still, if you take some time to think about it, a good day. But only really because it was, in fact, a Sunday. The weekend counts for something.
I think my blogging gap is finally starting to close up,
AB
I woke up around 7-ish, and then went on my DS for a bit. I also went on my laptop, and finished up Friday's post. Then around 9:30-ish, after some time on my laptop, watching TV and so on, I was picked up. At home, I messed around for a bit, doing bits and pieces without really doing anything at all. I blogged a little, and helped EJ out with his game. Around 1:30, Dad, EJ and I left to get lunch. And that's when all the work started.
Once I got home, around 2, we had lunch (mmm, fish cocktails, scallops and chips...), and then I had to go and do the kitchen. This in itself would not be too bad, although it was a bit of an annoyance. Soon, we were all getting into the folding, and the kitchen had to be put on hold. So when the folding was done, it was back to the kitchen. Then back to the folding again. Finally, it was back to the kitchen, and I was finished. Or so I thought. Time for ironing.
If there is one chore I hate most of all, it is ironing. The kitchen serves an obvious purpose, and doesn't involve all that much concentration. Ditto for folding. Cooking involves a lot of concentration, but you get to smell the food. Cleaning a room involves very little concentration, and you can listen to the radio. So on and so forth. You get the picture. Point is, I hate ironing. With a passion. So after that half an hour of torture, I went back to my laptop, and tried to blog. I did finish, but only after dinner and the kitchen, and seemingly endless distractions. But I finally finished.... Saturday's post. And I got about 3 lines of Sunday's post done. A blogger's work is never done. But it's still enjoyable, if annoying once a schedule is thrown out of whack.
And there ends the weekend. It wasn't a relaxing one, I'll admit, but it wasn't not relaxing. Granted, there was a lot of work for a Sunday, but it was still, if you take some time to think about it, a good day. But only really because it was, in fact, a Sunday. The weekend counts for something.
I think my blogging gap is finally starting to close up,
AB
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Work, Work
If I had to say that, it would be like the peons in Warcraft III (and if you don't know how they sound, shame on you). But, yeah, it's just been work, work today [yesterday. Saturday. Standard drill.].
I woke up around 8-ish, and then ate breakfast (the pain of the spacers is wearing off). After a bit of watching TV, my Mum had to leave for my brother's footy, and I stayed home to get some stuff done. First I did Friday's post, which took a bit, and then I started cleaning my room, while listening to music (specifically, the song stuck in my head, which is 'Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)' by The Offspring'). My room, after something like 2.5 hours of cleaning, now looks fairly clean (my room is never completely clean, but I'm fine with that. I think that even my parents accept it now, though if Michael came by I'd be in some difficulty). I also did some Ag studying, which I think I need more than anything. When my Mum got home, it was more work, with a delivery of 2 bookcases and a TV stand, thus requiring us to start moving stuff like crazy. When my Dad got home, he helped as well, and we all worked until around 5:30, moving books, trophies, and everything else until the house didn't look like John McClane had had to collect cupboards from around the house to protect himself from gunfire (that was a Die Hard reference, for anyone who didn't understand that. Again, if you haven't seen Die Hard, shame on you.). When we finished: the table in front of our lounge had gone; the DVDs and games had been put into the TV case; all books were in shelves with room to spare; the printer was in my room and my room was organised; and several other changes. Then after dinner, I went on my laptop, where I was fir the rest of the night. I also didn't post, as I was watching TV. My fault.
Now, because I feel like it, it's time for a random list; Things I have to get to:
*Work on my book and put some of it on the computer: I'll still do most of the work in the book, but I still have to put it on the computer, just in case.
*Study: Mostly for Ag, History, Geography, English, Drama... OK, everything. Cramming will also be utilised, heavily. If it got me through Japanese, it can get me through anything.
*Finish watching the rest of the movie I watched last night: If I play it without my brother watching, I might have to use hapkido, and I'm not sure how proficient I am.
*Read 'The Three Musketeers': I've been meaning to get around to this for ages. I'll do it eventually (at the end! 'Fawlty Towers' quote, same old drill: shame on you.).
To comments now: 2 from 2 people.
*Shafi: Actually, I don't have a Wii, my friend Shay does. I probably should have made that clearer. And that bloody English assignment, it haunts me still. When that's finished, I'll have Ag left. Here we go...
*Victor: No, Ebony loves VeGeMite. Search your feelings, Ebony, you know it to be true (now tell me you've seen Star Wars, people!). And indeed you were, but still, Shafi beat you to comment. This shall never change. Never!
Well, I'd best wrap up; there's stuff to be done. Yes, I know, a short-ish post: it wasn't the most eventful day.
No half-yearlies please,
AB
I woke up around 8-ish, and then ate breakfast (the pain of the spacers is wearing off). After a bit of watching TV, my Mum had to leave for my brother's footy, and I stayed home to get some stuff done. First I did Friday's post, which took a bit, and then I started cleaning my room, while listening to music (specifically, the song stuck in my head, which is 'Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)' by The Offspring'). My room, after something like 2.5 hours of cleaning, now looks fairly clean (my room is never completely clean, but I'm fine with that. I think that even my parents accept it now, though if Michael came by I'd be in some difficulty). I also did some Ag studying, which I think I need more than anything. When my Mum got home, it was more work, with a delivery of 2 bookcases and a TV stand, thus requiring us to start moving stuff like crazy. When my Dad got home, he helped as well, and we all worked until around 5:30, moving books, trophies, and everything else until the house didn't look like John McClane had had to collect cupboards from around the house to protect himself from gunfire (that was a Die Hard reference, for anyone who didn't understand that. Again, if you haven't seen Die Hard, shame on you.). When we finished: the table in front of our lounge had gone; the DVDs and games had been put into the TV case; all books were in shelves with room to spare; the printer was in my room and my room was organised; and several other changes. Then after dinner, I went on my laptop, where I was fir the rest of the night. I also didn't post, as I was watching TV. My fault.
Now, because I feel like it, it's time for a random list; Things I have to get to:
*Work on my book and put some of it on the computer: I'll still do most of the work in the book, but I still have to put it on the computer, just in case.
*Study: Mostly for Ag, History, Geography, English, Drama... OK, everything. Cramming will also be utilised, heavily. If it got me through Japanese, it can get me through anything.
*Finish watching the rest of the movie I watched last night: If I play it without my brother watching, I might have to use hapkido, and I'm not sure how proficient I am.
*Read 'The Three Musketeers': I've been meaning to get around to this for ages. I'll do it eventually (at the end! 'Fawlty Towers' quote, same old drill: shame on you.).
To comments now: 2 from 2 people.
*Shafi: Actually, I don't have a Wii, my friend Shay does. I probably should have made that clearer. And that bloody English assignment, it haunts me still. When that's finished, I'll have Ag left. Here we go...
*Victor: No, Ebony loves VeGeMite. Search your feelings, Ebony, you know it to be true (now tell me you've seen Star Wars, people!). And indeed you were, but still, Shafi beat you to comment. This shall never change. Never!
Well, I'd best wrap up; there's stuff to be done. Yes, I know, a short-ish post: it wasn't the most eventful day.
No half-yearlies please,
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
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
Monday, April 6, 2009
So Much To Do, So Little Time
Example 1: This post. I have hapkido in less than an hour, so I have to post quickly without only writing 300 words. Example 2: Projects and so forth. Commerce is going at a snail's pace, and my short story may have hit a wall (translation: help!). You'd think the last week would be quiet. Ah well. Now to my day.
Jo drove me to school, and when I got to school, not many people actually commented on my haircut. Probably because I was wearing my hat; it's for the best. Period 1 was Maths, where we did quadratic equations. A1: not all it's cracked up to be (or alternatively, everything you'd expect.). The bell rang 10 minutes early, and Mango took the opportunity to run. When the intercom said back to class, everyone came back: except for Mango. He'd made a dash for freedom. Bloody hell. Next was Drama, which was talking about Shakespeare, and getting back our assessments (well, not me. I got mine. But most people.). An island of bludging in a sea of work. Recess was just 13, as usual. Period 3 was Commerce, in which Kearney gave us time to work on our assessments. Thank god, I needed that. Next was Science, and Robson wasn't there again (methinks he's left already.) That was more work. *sigh* I long for bludgier times. Lunch was 13, as it always is. Period 5 was English, which was fleshing out the finer details of my short story. In other words, not intensive work, but work nonetheless. Last was History, which was answering question after question. It was just too much. Not a great Monday. When I got home, I had to do more work on my Commerce and English stuff. Friday will be a day of celebration, I think. Then after a while, it was time for hapkido. I can actually write this, which is a first, since I'm on my computer. Here goes.
Today was a departure from the usual drills. The class of green belts and up was mixed with us, so everybody from no uniform to black belts were there. Master Jeff showed us some holds and so forth that seemed pretty high-level, but were actually fairly simple (some were very difficult though). I also met a girl called Rebecca. It was her first lesson, and I was paired with her after it was decided that Nick is too short to be an adequate partner to me. She was really nice, and I felt a bit like a teacher. It made me feel pretty good, and we really hit it off. The lesson ran really over time; it finished 30 minutes late. But for the best, I say.
Now to comments, and I got... 22!! It was 14 when I left for hapkido! That's higher than the last 4 days combined. Obviously I can't do all of these individually, so I'll lump some together.
*Ebony: There's a permanent jukebox in my head too, but it doesn't match up to actual music, I say. You can't distract an iPod.
*Victor (x6): Word verify confusion. You're also confusing other people. Random much?
*Karen: Way too much time on his hands. Thanks for the sunshine comment, that made me fell pretty good. And how is Mahfouz exciting? He's one of only a few teachers who made me want to go to sleep (Others: My Year 6 teacher, and Ms Arriola.)
*Dad (presumably): Not Dire Straights, though I will look into Elton John and Billy Joel.
*Shafi: My bad, I thought it was your iPod. My mistake. I don't have a blazer, but I do have a bomber jacket. One of 3 in the school, I think. Call me crazy, I don't like jumpers. And there's nothing wrong with technologically backward, though I wouldn't be able to stand it. Just me though.
*AC (x2): I woke up at 6. My hour was spent awake. I thought it was 7. I wake up too early. I've never heard of Singstar Queen, though I don't think my family wants me to have an excuse to sing more Queen. And I don't think Victor has issues, so much as he's very random. Which is awesome, but 6 comments is way too much. And I got rid of word verify.
*Victor: Not a nutcase. But something.
*Ebony: Maybe it does. Lol.
*Shafi (x5): Word verify is gone. Titanium is an element. No idea about that Happy Guy thing.
*Victor: You and me both. And, yes, sign up: things will be easier.
*Corinne: A LOT of comments. Almost too many (if there were such a thing). And I know a lot of anonymous people, but it's usually not anonymous if you know how they write (and if they write their name. That helps. LOL.) And 1gb doesn't seem enough for me, I've filled about 3.
That was an intensive post. Usually I wouldn't post this late, but I was allowed to, so I figured, why not. No promises for any other day, it's probably going to be a one-off thing.
I need way more time,
AB
Jo drove me to school, and when I got to school, not many people actually commented on my haircut. Probably because I was wearing my hat; it's for the best. Period 1 was Maths, where we did quadratic equations. A1: not all it's cracked up to be (or alternatively, everything you'd expect.). The bell rang 10 minutes early, and Mango took the opportunity to run. When the intercom said back to class, everyone came back: except for Mango. He'd made a dash for freedom. Bloody hell. Next was Drama, which was talking about Shakespeare, and getting back our assessments (well, not me. I got mine. But most people.). An island of bludging in a sea of work. Recess was just 13, as usual. Period 3 was Commerce, in which Kearney gave us time to work on our assessments. Thank god, I needed that. Next was Science, and Robson wasn't there again (methinks he's left already.) That was more work. *sigh* I long for bludgier times. Lunch was 13, as it always is. Period 5 was English, which was fleshing out the finer details of my short story. In other words, not intensive work, but work nonetheless. Last was History, which was answering question after question. It was just too much. Not a great Monday. When I got home, I had to do more work on my Commerce and English stuff. Friday will be a day of celebration, I think. Then after a while, it was time for hapkido. I can actually write this, which is a first, since I'm on my computer. Here goes.
Today was a departure from the usual drills. The class of green belts and up was mixed with us, so everybody from no uniform to black belts were there. Master Jeff showed us some holds and so forth that seemed pretty high-level, but were actually fairly simple (some were very difficult though). I also met a girl called Rebecca. It was her first lesson, and I was paired with her after it was decided that Nick is too short to be an adequate partner to me. She was really nice, and I felt a bit like a teacher. It made me feel pretty good, and we really hit it off. The lesson ran really over time; it finished 30 minutes late. But for the best, I say.
Now to comments, and I got... 22!! It was 14 when I left for hapkido! That's higher than the last 4 days combined. Obviously I can't do all of these individually, so I'll lump some together.
*Ebony: There's a permanent jukebox in my head too, but it doesn't match up to actual music, I say. You can't distract an iPod.
*Victor (x6): Word verify confusion. You're also confusing other people. Random much?
*Karen: Way too much time on his hands. Thanks for the sunshine comment, that made me fell pretty good. And how is Mahfouz exciting? He's one of only a few teachers who made me want to go to sleep (Others: My Year 6 teacher, and Ms Arriola.)
*Dad (presumably): Not Dire Straights, though I will look into Elton John and Billy Joel.
*Shafi: My bad, I thought it was your iPod. My mistake. I don't have a blazer, but I do have a bomber jacket. One of 3 in the school, I think. Call me crazy, I don't like jumpers. And there's nothing wrong with technologically backward, though I wouldn't be able to stand it. Just me though.
*AC (x2): I woke up at 6. My hour was spent awake. I thought it was 7. I wake up too early. I've never heard of Singstar Queen, though I don't think my family wants me to have an excuse to sing more Queen. And I don't think Victor has issues, so much as he's very random. Which is awesome, but 6 comments is way too much. And I got rid of word verify.
*Victor: Not a nutcase. But something.
*Ebony: Maybe it does. Lol.
*Shafi (x5): Word verify is gone. Titanium is an element. No idea about that Happy Guy thing.
*Victor: You and me both. And, yes, sign up: things will be easier.
*Corinne: A LOT of comments. Almost too many (if there were such a thing). And I know a lot of anonymous people, but it's usually not anonymous if you know how they write (and if they write their name. That helps. LOL.) And 1gb doesn't seem enough for me, I've filled about 3.
That was an intensive post. Usually I wouldn't post this late, but I was allowed to, so I figured, why not. No promises for any other day, it's probably going to be a one-off thing.
I need way more time,
AB
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Working Weekends
Well, not working like making money working. Homework. Unfortunately. Anyway. That's what I've spent a lot of my day doing, and it's too much; I've got a Commerce assessment and a short story due next week. In the last week. Anyway, onto my day, I've had enough ranting here.
I woke up around 6 (adjusting for daylight savings), and luckily got the net, so I was able to post, as you can see. After reading, my laptop, breakfast, TV, my iPod, and so on, it was around 11 (the hours just sorta blurred together), and my parents got here. I put on my hapkido uniform to show my grandparents and my Dad, all who had not seen me in it, and when I got back to the lounge-room, my cube puzzle was broken. The string holding the blocks together had snapped, and the puzzle just fell to pieces. It's in an airtight sandwich bag right now. *sigh* I had fun with that puzzle. RIP, Snake cube. When we got home, we had to unpack our stuff, hang the clothes on the line, and clean our rooms, all before lunch. Then after lunch, I had to get my hair cut (which means I'll look fairly ridiculous on Monday), and start my project. I've done around 150 words each on my Commerce assessment and short story. Good for Commerce, not that great for English. I'll do more on Monday, when thinking resumes. But until then, nothing. I also went on MSN, a fair deal, and right now I'm on MSN and listening to Queen (of course. Incidentally the song stuck in my head is 'Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy.'). I should finish most of my work by Monday or Tuesday, because after that, it's the end of term. It got here quick. Oh, if anyone's interested in recommending me some music, go ahead; it's getting to the point where I can sing entire Queen songs off by heart, and while that's awesome, it also means I need to listen to more people. And, no, before you say anything, Victor, not bands like Dark Tranquility or similar. Pick something else.
OK, onto comments, and I'll be doing two mini-parts here: retro comments, where I look back on comments not from yesterday. Retro comments:
* This anonymous comment on April 1: It turned out to be my Dad. Copying from Wikipedia. Why is an extremely good question.
* This comment from Karen on March 31: I didn't pick it up because she posted it yesterday. And thanks for following; that makes 6 (Mango's following too.). And of course Maths is boring, it just gets so repetitive.
* This comment from Ebony on April 3: I didn't see it because it was commented after I posted. Ah well. And I want Robson back too; after two years of Mahfouz, then Fernandes, I just want a decent teacher, dammit!
Now proper comments, 5 of them today, from 5 different people, which reflects the wide diversity of... something. To the comments!
*Ebony: It's true, it's all true with Victor. About the grandparent's computer, that was freaky. Yes, they have one, but I used my laptop. And my grandparents aren't really talkative. And how do you not have an iPod? Shafi has one, for god's sake, and he's technologically backward (no offence, man, but it's true.) And Facebook is overrated, I only got one because my Dad and my brother wanted somebody for Mafia Wars. I never go on it. And not commenting is fine; I would have commented yesterday, but I couldn't. Bugger.
*Mango: Shameless self-promotion there. But then I'm not one to talk, I had my blog link in my MSN personal message for weeks.
*Victor: Yes, she is. Another -1, there's a surprise. But you commented third (after Mango!), so -1 for you. And I know 'Black Betty' isn't by Spiderbait (Wikipedia), but it's a bloody awesome cover.
*Karen: Yes, it's amazing! I love the guitar in it. And if the sing-off is what I think it is (the band thing), that was fun. I sorta want to do it again. My grandparents are funny too, especially my grandfather, when he's in a good mood. And it only seems like I have eventful weekends, that's just how I write them.
*Shafi: OK, I'm gonna have to do this one sentence at a time. This comment deserves its own post (lol). I've barely started my story too. My iPod has 4 gb of memory. I'll agree with the number of people commenting. LOL means laughing out loud. I really can't function (well) without my iPod or net; it's just who I am. Hassium really is an element, proof here. I know, so many readers; I'm awesome! No idea what that blazer thing means, it's got Schippers grammar. You make sense most of the time. It isn't bugging me, it's awesome. Kevin was in a car crash, but from what I can hear it was fairly minor. I just call you Shaf, it's easier. LOL at your Dad's work. Extra-long comments are awesome.
Well, I'm gonna sign off, it's been a long day and I need to unwind a bit before the long/short week (long in that a lot of work, short in that it finished Thursday at 2.) Keep commenting, everybody, these are fun.
I'm dreading/loving the new week,
AB
I woke up around 6 (adjusting for daylight savings), and luckily got the net, so I was able to post, as you can see. After reading, my laptop, breakfast, TV, my iPod, and so on, it was around 11 (the hours just sorta blurred together), and my parents got here. I put on my hapkido uniform to show my grandparents and my Dad, all who had not seen me in it, and when I got back to the lounge-room, my cube puzzle was broken. The string holding the blocks together had snapped, and the puzzle just fell to pieces. It's in an airtight sandwich bag right now. *sigh* I had fun with that puzzle. RIP, Snake cube. When we got home, we had to unpack our stuff, hang the clothes on the line, and clean our rooms, all before lunch. Then after lunch, I had to get my hair cut (which means I'll look fairly ridiculous on Monday), and start my project. I've done around 150 words each on my Commerce assessment and short story. Good for Commerce, not that great for English. I'll do more on Monday, when thinking resumes. But until then, nothing. I also went on MSN, a fair deal, and right now I'm on MSN and listening to Queen (of course. Incidentally the song stuck in my head is 'Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy.'). I should finish most of my work by Monday or Tuesday, because after that, it's the end of term. It got here quick. Oh, if anyone's interested in recommending me some music, go ahead; it's getting to the point where I can sing entire Queen songs off by heart, and while that's awesome, it also means I need to listen to more people. And, no, before you say anything, Victor, not bands like Dark Tranquility or similar. Pick something else.
OK, onto comments, and I'll be doing two mini-parts here: retro comments, where I look back on comments not from yesterday. Retro comments:
* This anonymous comment on April 1: It turned out to be my Dad. Copying from Wikipedia. Why is an extremely good question.
* This comment from Karen on March 31: I didn't pick it up because she posted it yesterday. And thanks for following; that makes 6 (Mango's following too.). And of course Maths is boring, it just gets so repetitive.
* This comment from Ebony on April 3: I didn't see it because it was commented after I posted. Ah well. And I want Robson back too; after two years of Mahfouz, then Fernandes, I just want a decent teacher, dammit!
Now proper comments, 5 of them today, from 5 different people, which reflects the wide diversity of... something. To the comments!
*Ebony: It's true, it's all true with Victor. About the grandparent's computer, that was freaky. Yes, they have one, but I used my laptop. And my grandparents aren't really talkative. And how do you not have an iPod? Shafi has one, for god's sake, and he's technologically backward (no offence, man, but it's true.) And Facebook is overrated, I only got one because my Dad and my brother wanted somebody for Mafia Wars. I never go on it. And not commenting is fine; I would have commented yesterday, but I couldn't. Bugger.
*Mango: Shameless self-promotion there. But then I'm not one to talk, I had my blog link in my MSN personal message for weeks.
*Victor: Yes, she is. Another -1, there's a surprise. But you commented third (after Mango!), so -1 for you. And I know 'Black Betty' isn't by Spiderbait (Wikipedia), but it's a bloody awesome cover.
*Karen: Yes, it's amazing! I love the guitar in it. And if the sing-off is what I think it is (the band thing), that was fun. I sorta want to do it again. My grandparents are funny too, especially my grandfather, when he's in a good mood. And it only seems like I have eventful weekends, that's just how I write them.
*Shafi: OK, I'm gonna have to do this one sentence at a time. This comment deserves its own post (lol). I've barely started my story too. My iPod has 4 gb of memory. I'll agree with the number of people commenting. LOL means laughing out loud. I really can't function (well) without my iPod or net; it's just who I am. Hassium really is an element, proof here. I know, so many readers; I'm awesome! No idea what that blazer thing means, it's got Schippers grammar. You make sense most of the time. It isn't bugging me, it's awesome. Kevin was in a car crash, but from what I can hear it was fairly minor. I just call you Shaf, it's easier. LOL at your Dad's work. Extra-long comments are awesome.
Well, I'm gonna sign off, it's been a long day and I need to unwind a bit before the long/short week (long in that a lot of work, short in that it finished Thursday at 2.) Keep commenting, everybody, these are fun.
I'm dreading/loving the new week,
AB
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
