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
Monday, April 6, 2009
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
Saturday, April 4, 2009
I Am Not Backwards-Compatible
If you’re wondering what that means, then know that backwards-compatible means that technology can interface with older technology. What I’m trying to say is that I cannot function with little to no technology, specifically, the internet or my iPod. I’ll get to that. (I’m writing this on a Word document around quarter to 9 at my grandparents’ place. And they don’t have the internet. I feel so out of touch with the world.)
I woke up when my alarm went off, because I forgot to turn it off from yesterday. *sigh* I then promptly went back to sleep, until I woke up properly around 7:30, and went on my laptop for about 1 and a half hours. I went off my laptop when it was time for breakfast, and so forth. Then I had to pack to go to my grandparents’ house after my brother’s AFL game. Jo picked us up, and in the car, Shay and I listened to Abridged, because I had my iPod and she likes it (though not as much as me. As if that were possible.). At footy, I read ‘Breaking Dawn’ until it was time for my brother’s game, when Jo locked it in the car so I couldn’t read it. Then, when I got my iPod out, she spotted that too, and took it. So I hatched a plan to try to get it (which ended up failing/succeeding depending which way you look at it), which was sing until her eardrums bleed and she gives back my iPod. After Shay and I cut up the oranges (why? Because the person who brought them didn’t bother turning up and I’m the son of the manager and assistant coach. Of course.), and taking one for payment, Jo just gave me my iPod back. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t complaining. I spent the rest of the game playing Solitaire and listening to Queen (although that’s not the song stuck in my head. It’s ‘Black Betty’ by Spiderbait.). When we got home, I packed the rest of my stuff, and finished my cube puzzle for about the 5th time, because EJ just keeps destroying it. Luckily, I know the trick now (in fact I just disassembled and reassembled it again. I got bored.). After we got dropped off, I played two games of chess with my brother (the first I won, the second I lost after I made an error which cost me the game. Bugger.), and put on the TV. After that, things just started to slow down, with me reading and my brother going on my laptop and so forth. And I can’t go on the net any more, because something dropped out of range, so I’ll write this Saturday and post it Sunday. Don’t blame me.
Now to comments, and I got 4 from 2 people. 4. From 2 people. Why? Even AC didn’t comment. Bloody hell… (Everything after this point was written on Sunday. As usual, I’ll pretend I posted on Saturday.) Hopefully more people will comment this time around.
* Victor: First? Really? That’s it?
* Victor: No, that’s not it apparently. And it’s spelt w00t. Get it right. And yes, you lost a lot more at 13, and yes, my losses are more embarrassing. Stop bringing them up. Commenting on your own blog is cheating. I’m not going to back down on this.
* Shafi: A bit late there, though I did that too. And before I met Queen, Britney Spears was my favourite singer. I could sing ‘Oops, I Did It Again’ when I was 6 (though not well. Not much has changed.). And if you want to learn 13, it’s way easier to explain in person. We’ll teach you if you want to know. Yeah, that’s life. Bloody net.
* Shafi: LOL. He got there before you.
And I’ll end with that. I said I wanted to relax, and I am, but with no net, it’s bittersweet.
Be careful what you wish for; You just might get it,
AB
I woke up when my alarm went off, because I forgot to turn it off from yesterday. *sigh* I then promptly went back to sleep, until I woke up properly around 7:30, and went on my laptop for about 1 and a half hours. I went off my laptop when it was time for breakfast, and so forth. Then I had to pack to go to my grandparents’ house after my brother’s AFL game. Jo picked us up, and in the car, Shay and I listened to Abridged, because I had my iPod and she likes it (though not as much as me. As if that were possible.). At footy, I read ‘Breaking Dawn’ until it was time for my brother’s game, when Jo locked it in the car so I couldn’t read it. Then, when I got my iPod out, she spotted that too, and took it. So I hatched a plan to try to get it (which ended up failing/succeeding depending which way you look at it), which was sing until her eardrums bleed and she gives back my iPod. After Shay and I cut up the oranges (why? Because the person who brought them didn’t bother turning up and I’m the son of the manager and assistant coach. Of course.), and taking one for payment, Jo just gave me my iPod back. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t complaining. I spent the rest of the game playing Solitaire and listening to Queen (although that’s not the song stuck in my head. It’s ‘Black Betty’ by Spiderbait.). When we got home, I packed the rest of my stuff, and finished my cube puzzle for about the 5th time, because EJ just keeps destroying it. Luckily, I know the trick now (in fact I just disassembled and reassembled it again. I got bored.). After we got dropped off, I played two games of chess with my brother (the first I won, the second I lost after I made an error which cost me the game. Bugger.), and put on the TV. After that, things just started to slow down, with me reading and my brother going on my laptop and so forth. And I can’t go on the net any more, because something dropped out of range, so I’ll write this Saturday and post it Sunday. Don’t blame me.
Now to comments, and I got 4 from 2 people. 4. From 2 people. Why? Even AC didn’t comment. Bloody hell… (Everything after this point was written on Sunday. As usual, I’ll pretend I posted on Saturday.) Hopefully more people will comment this time around.
* Victor: First? Really? That’s it?
* Victor: No, that’s not it apparently. And it’s spelt w00t. Get it right. And yes, you lost a lot more at 13, and yes, my losses are more embarrassing. Stop bringing them up. Commenting on your own blog is cheating. I’m not going to back down on this.
* Shafi: A bit late there, though I did that too. And before I met Queen, Britney Spears was my favourite singer. I could sing ‘Oops, I Did It Again’ when I was 6 (though not well. Not much has changed.). And if you want to learn 13, it’s way easier to explain in person. We’ll teach you if you want to know. Yeah, that’s life. Bloody net.
* Shafi: LOL. He got there before you.
And I’ll end with that. I said I wanted to relax, and I am, but with no net, it’s bittersweet.
Be careful what you wish for; You just might get it,
AB
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
