HOW COULD I FORGET!

The awesome awesome awesome Human Beatboxing that was Just-n-effect. I got a ticket for free (he came to our school to perform at lunchtime) and damn he was SOOO FUCKING GOOD. (excuse my swearing)

Honestly, he was so good. I mean, beatbox and sing at the same time? Unprecedented! Makes ME want to know how to beatbox...^_^ I didn't want to go when the bell went, and I don't think anyone else wanted to either.

Played around with the CSS stylesheet (heh heh nerd heh heh) and tried to achieve a whole new look.

Changes:

1. Background changed to white, most text to black/red.
2. THE NERD! Hurrah.
3. Something else, I can't remember.

If anyone can figure out how to move the main column over to the left more please tell me. I don't know whether it's under padding or margin and whether the sidebar has been padded or the main column has been padded....o_O

Hmm. I wish I knew lots of coding stuff so I could make my blog look RIDICULOUSLY COOL AND AWESOME. But I guess I'll have to settle for that blue (I changed it just to be different from Charles, the bastard) and the nerd in the corner. Who makes it quite hard to read the linkbar. I'm sure you'll all get over it and/or help me out with this coding crap.

1. No Assembly tomorrow morning! HURRAH!

2. Band practice today was wicked. I swear my new drumsticks made me so much better. If you want me to back that up you could ask Thomas. Maybe.

3. Exams soon. I'm pissing myself in fear. (Or not really, I'll take it one exam at a time I decided since it's too late for any normal kind of study. But then again, since when have I been orthodox?)

Hmm....I wonder why the blue background and kid pulling the finger isn't showing up in the bottom left corner of me blog.

If anyone is stuck on what to get me for my birthday, by the way, I'd really like either:

- The Enigma Custom coat ($1000)
- Apple iPod 40GB ($1000)
- Creative Nomad Zen 60GB ($800)

All prices quoted in $NZ.

Man, it's such bad weather outside it's not funny.

Random sidenotes, I'm entered in many competitions this year: what with the Rockquest and all and today I found two others to enter - Battle of the Bands (which the Howick heats are held at Aviemore Drive so that's really convenient) and the Play It Strange New Zealand Secondary Schools Songwriting Competition...see, cause I figure the more competitions I enter in the higher the odds are that I'll win at least one of them.

The School Ball this year is at the Alinghi Base in the Viaduct or something. Dunno who I'll ask to go with this year. Hmm. Suggestions are welcome, post away on the tagboard or leave a comment.

Anyway, the weather is dismal, I don't feel like going to Orchestra as usual and I'm feeling lazier and lazier every day. I mean, I just want to sit around, talk to people, have time to think. I mean, school days are like this - Me being forced to wake up, wolf down breakfast, leave house, run through a prison routine, go home, try to relax but then it's bedtime. Rinse, repeat. In class, people just talk and talk and talk at me but all I really wanna do sometimes is just sit down and think about what they say. I'm constantly being forced to forget the second last thing they said to remember the latest thing. And then when I actually have to remember the stuff I forgot, I get in trouble. Crap.

Anyway, life is way too fast paced. People should take the time to pee on a fence or something (I was gonna say smell the flowers but some flowers smell like crap, while everybody wants to piss on a fence). Relax! Stop stressing! If you fail the exams coming up, seniors, it'll be fine, honestly. The worst that can happen is that you won't be able to get into University. So what? Just go do a short tech course and get in that way. Saving time is over-rated, sometimes...

That's my rant for today. The weather doesn't look like it'll clear up, but I can't do anything about it. Even if it was nice outside I'd still be all loser-like in front of my computer anyways.

Not impressed with NZ Idol at all.

Not impressed with Ben's random religious stunt at the end at all.

--End thoughts--

What show includes the following:

Retarded animals fighting.
Lame wussy weak people.
Annoying voices.

THATS RIGHT YOU GUESSED IT POKEMON

Yes, once upon a time, I liked Pokémon. And then I stopped being raped by the children's media. The quality of the storyline is obviously geared towards mentally handicapped five year olds (which brings up my problem with all other children cartoons which just drip of cheesy morals and crappy overdone themes) in which a kid with a whiny voice (the fact that he's voice acted by a woman doesn't do wonders for his credibility either). Each episode consists of him pretty much being a woman and not fighting his own battles but relying on his Pokémon whom he even dares to call friends when he forces them to fight for him. Bastard.

And the Pokemon themselves are such dumbarses. If I was one of Ash's Pokemon I'd run away as soon as he released me from the Pokeball. I'd eat him (damn Charizard was cool) or bite him or something. And I'd definitely be able to say more than my own name.

I think the Trainers should fight their own battles, not fall back on animal cruelty. Then again we all saw Ash try to throw a punch in Pokemon: The First Movie and we all know what happened. (He fell over, the dumbass...) Actually they shouldn't do things they suck at (ie try to fight) but instead go back to their houses and recite all these useless Pokemon facts.

And maybe they should have a shower and use the toilet sometime...it might stop them from smelling.

¬_¬

Just watched NZ Idol. What a hunk of shit it was - it was promoted they would sing a GRAND TOTAL OF FIVE SONGS EACH but half of them they had done before anyway...and Michael was really disappointing and crap. I don't give a toss who wins although I think Ben is the better singer but Michael has the white 12-year-old fanbase.

Happy mothers day to my mum.

Also, I forgot to mention I saw Tim pushing trolleys outside Foodtown on Saturday. Doesn't he have better things to do? At least he's being paid though.

o_O Turns out they all lead to the same site, which looks like shite anyway.

Maybe I'll try one of those modelling things one day...though it does sound a bit dodgy.

I'm going to right now check what the hell those silly "work from home" things are, the ones that keep being advertised in the paper.

Also while I'm here, quick lesson in English (ironically enough coming from me)

LEARN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BREATHE AND BREATH.

LEARN WHERE TO PLACE YOUR APOSTROPHES.

That is all.

Interesting day. Events, in no particular order.

1. Studied physics this morning for a little over an hour - really helpful and quite a nice gentle KICK IN THE ASS REMINDER of just how much shit I have to know...which I don't already know. I'm so screwed for my AS Chemistry resit.

2. Ran into Rikky at The Warehouse. We were both shoppin for mothers day gifts. Also saw a heck load of other people, Jason, random people from school and the rec centre who I recognise. Must be the Saturday Family Shopping Day syndrome. (Me and my brother got my mum chocolate...for mother's day of course)

3. Bought - A PAIR OF DRUMSTICKS! YAY! (I mean it's sad enough that I'm a drummer without drumsticks, let alone a drum kit. ...damn it being costly and all.) Put me back a good $20.00 but they look cool so hopefully they will make up for my lack of elite skills. Also bought a NIN CD from The Warehouse.

4. My brother and Jared earnt a lot of money busking.

5. I have so much work to do but I can't help playing Unreal Tournament 2003...with the RPG mod and all. -_-

6. No band practice today but that's cool. At least now I have drumsticks.

Life insurance is a puzzling thing. I thought you couldn't put a monetary value on life...but apparently, you can according to the Insurance companies. Hmm.

Also today during music I feel really guilty because I kinda semi-screwedup computers at school. ;_;

But yes. I am tired.

This was William's birthday cake.

http://asengmacleans.012webpages.com/other/Birthday%20Cake.JPG

Decide for yourself what that white stuff is.

::The Plight of the Reformed Asian::

Yes, it is a sad thing indeed. If you know not what I am talking about let me explain.

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Once upon a time, there was a magical land where people were very happy and courteous and everyone was respected and stuff. Among them they lived peacefully with their nice differences complementing each other to create a unified whole identifiable as New Zealand. But then along came the UNREFORMED ASIAN CROWD. Now, let me make this clear. Most Asians I know lie within the Reformed Asian crowd. That is, the grouping which moved to New Zealand not to make the rest of us look like arses, but to actively participate in the cultural gathering that is New Zealand. These people know what the Treaty of Waitangi is, the history of New Zealand and Maori culture.

Now, the UNREFORMED ASIAN CROWD. You can spot an Unreformed Asian by their poor manners, lack of social consideration and downright just being plain stupid. Rather than try to describe all the traits, I'll highlight the major ones with case studies.

::CASE STUDY ONE - That guy who always walks the opposite way to me on the way home from school::

From far away you may think he's a reformed Asian. BUT NO! That is merely a facade. This is the real unreformed stuff, the one that makes all of us who know better cringe. He wears white, has a really strange smile around all the time and spits on the floor on a whim. He immediately just looks really stupid. Now, us Reformed Asians don't need any more stupid looking Asians. We're already having a hard enough time.

::CASE STUDY TWO - The driver from overseas who probably faked their license::

You're driving along the road when suddenly BANG here comes screaming a BMW in front of you and cuts you off just like that. A quick glance at the driver's seat reveals that it's a snotty Asian with the courtesy and manners of a pig. Obviously, the driver's been too lazy to read the road code or can't read the road code, shown by the lack of knowledge of the rules of the road. Us Reformed Asians don't really need more fodder for the "Asian Driver" line. I swear this impacts on our insurance or something...

::CASE STUDY THREE - The obnoxiously loud Asian student who doesn't work in class::

Now, I promote cultural diversity and continuation of tradition and all. But there is kind of a limit I think. The limit is when you yell out really loud in groups of three in any other Asian language and dance around and don't make an effort in class but just sit there yabbering loudly in an Asian language, distracting and/or irritating people who actually go to school to learn.

I can't think of any other cases but I'm sure there's more. Anyway, these Unreformed Asians are giving us Reformed Asians a bad name. So how do you tell a Reformed Asian from a non reformed one?

1) An Asian at an ANZAC commemoration service without a camera. It is very important they are cameraless, or the chances are that this Asian is only looking for holiday photos and was wondering what the crowd was all about.
2) They smile and greet people they don't know on the street. A friendly hello, a warm smile - you won't get those from the unreformed.
3) Use of any of the following words: bugger, mate, marae
4) They support the All Blacks.

Yeah. I'm not sure what I've typed above makes sense cause it's almost 11.00 pm (SHOCK HORROR) but regardless I'm very tired so...I take no responsibility for what I've said.

I'm not at school today as an act of defiance against the silly Wednesday programme. I hope no teachers read this >.>

What is the difference between Michael Jackson and a grocery bag?
One is made of plastic and is dangerous for children to play with, the other is used to cart groceries

But while it's "period 1" and I have "Art Photography", I decide to have another:

Online Personality Test galore!

Kingdomality.

http://www.cmi-lmi.com/kingdomality.html

Your distinct personality, The Shepherd is to tend to your human flock. You understand the needs of those for whom you are responsible. Shepherds are vigilant and reliable. You realize your obligation and commitment to the well being of those entrusted to your care. Shepherds are very dependable. You engender a feeling of comfort and stability to those within your charge. On the positive side, Shepherds can be empathic, caring, understanding, practical and realistic. On the negative side, you may be manipulative, close-minded and sentimentally rigid. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today's corporate kingdoms.


Numerology. (This is a long fat one, I'll just bold the things that coincidentally I think are right. The rest is bullshit.)

http://www.numberquest.com/numerology/report/

Name Analysis
Expression: 8
The Expression number shows us who we truly are, what we came into this life already knowing. This is where we feel most comfortable and how we automatically act. We attract people and situations to us that require our Expression so that they can further evolve. In this way we play the role of teacher. Naturally we are attracted to occupations that we resonate to, so the Expression number can be a strong factor in our choice of a career as well. Our Expression is the vehicle, with all its virtues and vices, that drives us along the path of our Destiny. It is the essence of our identity.

Business, power and money are in your blood. You are the steadfast executive who attains their goals through hard work, amazing courage and untiring determination. NB: That's wrong. Me and amazing courage are not very good friends. People elect you to lead them because of your aura of control and confidence. You like things BIG, and secretly, you like them lavish. Physical strength and stamina make you a likely sports enthusiast as well. (Uh, not even.) Your expression will most likely find you financially supporting others in some way.

Soul Urge: 6
The Soul Urge number has also been called Heart's Desire and Spiritual Urge. It is our secret, innermost longing. Our dream, our motivation, the fuel that energizes our journey. The Soul Urge number reveals what we secretly strive to be or accomplish. Some have said that this number tells us what we have been in previous lifetimes, the accumulated growth of our soul.

Love, giving it and getting it is your main concern. You are drawn to people and situations that allow you to express your ability to harmonize, heal and sympathize. Family relationships take up much of your attention as you always like to know what's going on, and you are good at resolving conflict. Beauty and the arts or decorating are also ways that you may express yourself.

Persona: 11
The Persona number describes the way we appear to the outside world, the first impression people have of us. We may not even be aware of how we are perceived by others because we are so often focused on our inner world, and many times the inner does not match the outer. Persona gives us a peek at some hidden talents we have. The talents that we use to get along in the world and in some instances, protect us from it. It is likened to a bag of tools (jewels) that we carry with us along the way.

Some may detect a glow around you and feel drawn to you by fate. The glow is a reflection of the refined and inspirational energy that courses through you, seemingly from other worlds. You may be an artistic genius or any other kind for that matter, but one thing is for sure, you have a powerful effect on anyone who enters your life. You are not afraid to recreate yourself as is necessary at your accelerated pace and other people follow your example becoming more of who they really are. (Nb: I can't agree with that glow shit. Unless it's true and someone can back it up.)


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Natal Analysis
Personal Year: 11
This "master number" period is highly charged, and you are illuminated by it. You are more noticeable now and may attract attention to any talents you have been cultivating. (Seems plausible but I'm not 100%) Inspiration is available to you now, and it is likely that you will use it in some creative capacity. You may be required to make quick decisions at this time because things are happening so quickly. Adventure and excitement abounds, and it is a powerful time to use positive thinking and creative visualization techniques. You are very intuitive now, and may even have experiences with clairvoyance. (Clairvoyance? Uh, no.)

Personal Month: 7
This is a good month to read, study and acquire information. Whatever has begun can be perfected now. Start meditating in the mornings. Don't tell anybody what you are working on. Rest up for next month you go public!

Personal Day: 11
Today is a good day to make like an angel and bless somebody! You are inspired and surrounded by white light so wear rainbow colors and listen to your intuition. Spiritual things are flowing smoothly today. (You won't catch me wearing rainbow colours, ever.)

Destiny: 3
The Destiny number describes the life lessons that we have come here to learn. It reveals to us the path we must take, and the role we must play to fulfill our mission. Often our choice of career is based on this vibration, and if not, then it will manifest through avocational pursuits. We may attract people and experiences into our lives that mirror the traits of this number for us, so that we may develop into our highest potential. We don't always welcome our life lessons, so it is a possibility that we may even feel an aversion to the characteristics of our Destiny number in other people, and we may ourselves act the opposite. In spite of the many ways we may choose to react to this force within us, we have been gifted with all of the talents and energy needed to fulfill our Destiny.

You are freedom loving and creative. You are drawn to all that is beautiful, luxurious and expressive, as these are inherent in your own spirit. You are here to express, to imagine and create. Optimism, confidence and focus of ambition are qualities to develop and use in order to live in accord with your destiny. You bring beauty, hope and joy to your world. (...and the hippies rejoiced.)


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Cycles
The destiny is divided into 3 great cycles, each governing us for specific durations throughout our life. The Seed cycle begins at birth and colors our experiences through childhood and adolescence. During the year nearest our 28th birthday, we move into the Fruit cycle which remains throughout the middle part of our life until the year nearest our 56th birthday, and the Harvest cycle carries on from there. Taken all together, the cycles show us our particular path that will lead to the fulfillment of our destiny.

Seed: 9
When the 9 is the seed cycle it can be a very difficult time, because the requirement of selflessness is an antithesis of the natural desire for validation and acknowledgment. The child usually feels very alone, and set apart from the rest of the family. Sometimes they feel as if they were adopted, or they are aware at a young age that their relationship to their family is very temporary. Nine's usually set off in search of their destiny at a young age as they feel much older than their years.

Fruit: 5
Freedom, change and restlessness keeps you spinning through this cycle. Opportunities should be explored and stagnation avoided. Many journeys and experiences are likely, and you may feel as though you have lived 100 lives in this one. It may be hard to find an occupation or career that will allow the free movement you require. There is likely to be much travel, if only in your mind, and romances will many, although they all probably seem to have a just a few of the traits you're looking for.

Harvest: 7
Peace and quiet abound. It is time to contemplate and philosophize on the meaning of life, spirituality, and the self. While it is good to have someone to bounce your findings off of, it will likely be a single kindred soul, or even a loyal pet who will understand your need to "know".


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Pinnacles
The four pinnacles reveal the high spots or heights of attainment that we are likely to encounter as we move along the path of our life. The 1st pinnacle lasts from birth to around age 28. The 2nd pinnacle lasts for 9 years after that. the 3rd pinnacle lasts 9 more years, and the 4th pinnacle carries on through the rest of our life. The peak of the pinnacle is reached during the next 1 personal year. Pinnacles are like sudden inheritances from a benevolent aunt, they can transform the prevailing energies completely and suddenly. It is useful to look ahead and prepare for our pinnacles so that we can maximize their gifts to us and shape them into the most positive manifestation.

First Pinnacle: 5
The emphasis is on expansion through the mind, through stimulants, or through sensual exploration. Love affairs during this time will be intense and plenty. One may lead to marriage if it is stimulating enough to deter you from all of the likely temptations coming your way. (Love affairs? o_O)

Second Pinnacle: 3
Money, travel, friends and mind expansion are all highlighted and a birth of some kind is likely to occur, either a literal child-birth, the birth of an artistic creation, or the re-birth of the self on a higher level.

Third Pinnacle: 8
Good judgment, practical decisions and disciplined efforts are magnetizing abundance and prosperity to you during this period of accomplishment. Business and material success is very possible at this time, so think big!

Fourth Pinnacle: 7
This is the pinnacle of the sage or the wise woman. Life is quiet and peaceful as it's meaning unravels easily before you. It is time to contemplate, analyze and create your own unique philosophy.


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Challenges
The three challenges show us the major influences demanding our attention during specific sections of our lifetime. The 1st challenge influences the years from birth to age 28. The 2nd challenge takes over from age 28 to 52, and the third affects us our whole life. Challenges shape our attitudes and can affect our health. These vibrations that challenge us, cause either an exaggeration of the associated qualities or a lack of them, both of which are extremes which need to be brought into balance.

First Challenge: 4
4 challenge children are usually given a lot of duties and disciplined into schedules and organization to the point that the creative impulse is quieted to a whisper. As teenagers four's are the one's who have the next ten years of their life planned; what profession, which college etc... (uh, not really, I still have no true idea what I'm doing next year.) They have their beliefs and values down pat and could show you the file they have them written in. Fun and creative expression are the balancing agents for four, which are found in the three and the five.

Second Challenge: 2
This is the challenge of sensitivity and self-sacrifice. Two's look for needs to be filled in others and attempt to fill those needs while ignoring their own, all with the hope that someone will take care of them in return. It is possible that a two challenger can manifest just the opposite as well and be preoccupied with their own needs, feelings, desires, beliefs to the point that other people are only here to fill their endless requirements. Balance is found between the independence of 1 and the self-expression of 3.

Third Challenge: 2
The challenge of the "thin-skinned". These challenge holders take everything personally and can easily turn tiny little mole-hills into you know whats. They can seem to become translucent, absorbing each new idea and each new person into themselves, becoming them in the process. The 2 is the number of the psychic, however, the challenge is to maintain one's own identity while accepting the powerful, empathic abilities of the 2. The main focus of the 2 challenge holder is themselves, their feelings, their wants, their lack of satisfaction. Their outer behavior is geared to keeping the peace and taking care of others while secretly hoping they will be taken care of in return. The remedy for this challenge is to become an equal partner in relationships. To realize that their ideas and opinions are valid and to stop flattering love out of people. (NB: Most of that I think is right. I like, absorb personality traits and stuff from all around to complement myself. It's like lego, what with all the blocks and all.

*phew* that was a long one.


Learning Style

http://www.howtolearn.com/personal.html

You are a 44% Visual Learner, a 44% Auditory Learner, and a 11% Kinesthetic Learner.

You think in images or pictures. It is as if you have a movie camera in your mind. You process what you hear or read and translate it into images in your brain. When you want to recall what you have learned, you simply glance upward and look at the image that you have stored as a “Picture Screen”. This process is like going to the movies and then telling a friend what you have seen. Your memory is taking place by reviewing the pictures from the movie and then easily talking or writing about the story line (or main points of the story). Your speech patterns will represent exactly how you think, i.e., "I see", "I get the picture", "Let's focus on this", etc. Brain research tells us that visual or picture recall is faster and more efficient when taking written tests. Therefore, visual learners tend to receive the highest scores on written exams.

You learn best by hearing or listening. Auditory learners do not necessarily make pictures in their minds, as do Visual learners, but rather filter incoming information through their listening and repeating skills. Of the three learning style preferences, the Auditory learner is the most talkative and has more difficulty writing. As an Auditory learner, you have the ability to easily recall what people say, tell wonderful stories, and tend to solve problems by “talking” about them. Your excellent hearing and listening skills are what make great musicians, disc jockeys, psychologists, etc. Your speech patterns will represent exactly how you think, i.e., “I hear you”, “That clicks”, “That sounds right”, “That rings a bell”, etc.


The Room (stuff I dont bold is rubbish.)

http://www.jamesgang.com/jamesgang/room/roommind.html

Your Attitude
Your choice of the pounding waves reveals a personality attracted to power and the pursuit of extreme athletic and sensual experiences. This may manifest itself in the insane undertaking of the Hawaii Ironman, or the more pleasurable goals of using a massage showerhead. Whatever -- the everchanging highs & lows of the ocean mirror your mood swings. At times you are like an uncontrollable force of nature. Your temperment is best described as dreamy, lulling, churning, foamy, sensuous, sexy, emotional, flowing, powerful, strong. You bury secrets in unknown depths of yourself like a treasure to be revealed. At times you harbour dark thoughts, fear drowning (as any sane person does) and may be repressing a secret desire to star on Baywatch.

Your Lover
Off beat syncopation may not be the most recognized form of passion, but it reflects a certain sophistication that put you and your special friend on a plane that is airy, light and just slightly over the edge. You both enjoy the finer things in life and will continue in your search for new experiences - together. (Uh, what?)

Your Relationships
Revealing a dramatic person who revels in the attention of a wide circle of acquaintances. This seemingly attractive trait presents a challenge as friends are pushed out on the stage of life, standing exposed with unexpected juxtapositions ready to elicit laughter or recognition. May also be used as a protective shield between relationships, eg. room divider. (I don't get this one either.)

Your Problems
Problems come and go in your life but they do not cause you undue stress. You relax in the knowledge that you have an enduring, attractive and stylish response to the detritus of life. Your supreme confidence frees you from convention. Problems need not be hidden from sight but rather are handled in a transparent, translucent and effortless manner. You are on your way to achieving guru status for your wise handling of life's problems. (..are you serious? This can't get any, uh, wronger...)

Your Future
Your future is that of a visionary, imagining scenarios for the next millennium. You may find yourself at home in an expansive industrial space,or marking time in a future warped out of a Douglas Coupland novel. Guard against your tendency for depression at your core. It is pronounced and evident to all. While this could cause consternation your off-beat sense of yourself redefines your concave, pillowy body as a life saving buoy fed solely on peanut butter thumbprint cookies. Your hands continually caress your external self causing others to accuse you of an inflated ego, but you know that time will pass and prove you to be right on.

That one wasn't very good.


What's In A Name?

http://www.kabalarians.com/index.cfm

Your Birthpath / Inner Potential of: September 5, 1987
Within you is a high-spirited, active quality with the inclination to be free to express your energies in artistic pursuits, drama, entertainment, and humour, or in promotion. You could excel along any avenue that does not restrict your spontaneous and expressive nature through too much attention to detail. Your imaginative, innovative potential could find expression in literary composition or journalism. Contact with people is necessary in the expression of your purpose. You require the opportunity to express cosmopolitan, optimistic, generous, and buoyant qualities to bring inspiration and happiness to others.

Originality in self-expression is your keynote, the highest evolution being the ability to lift and educate others to a better way of life. Success in educating others requires in-depth understanding of people, comprehension of the principles upon which life is based, and self-discipline over such qualities as intolerance, argumentativeness, or self-centredness. The emotional power within you should be directed into constructive channels to allow you to fulfil your destiny of uplifting and leading people to the realization of new and basic truths of life.

Finding time to be on your own, preferably in the out-of-doors, would allow you to think about life, to plan your efforts, and to write down your thoughts and ideas. Cultivate your inborn philosophical and scientific interest through comtemplating the phenomena of nature, the cycles of time, and the universal power of life that expresses through all living things.

Learning to concentrate and finish what you start would teach you patience, the joy of accomplishment, and self-confidence. Otherwise, you would be subject to a scattering influence that will thwart the completion of your undertakings.

NAME

The name of Henry creates an overly-sensitive nature which causes you to sense and feel far more than you can understand or put into words. You have a deep, artistic, and creative side which shows through a love for music and literature. Writing is a more natural mode of expression for your deeper thoughts and feelings than the spoken word. You have an ability to concentrate and work intently on anything which holds your interest. However, you prefer to avoid routine, monotony, and mental tasks.

Your combined names of Henry Chong gives you the desire for peace and harmony in association, but they cause you to suffer through personal and material losses, and shattered ideals. These names create a difficulty in retaining your individuality because of your emotional involvement in the feelings of others. You are brought into contact with a great many people to whom you are required to give much, but you receive little in return, often not even appreciation. Your efforts are scattered through a lack of perseverance to finish what you start or because your involvements prevent you from following many of your plans through to a successful conclusion. Mental confusion could result, and your health could be affected through the nervous system.

Thanks to the expertise of Rikky and Steph I am now the proud owner of a less tacky lookin template for my blog. Isn't Death so cute? ^_^

I went to the Warehouse with my mummy just then. Two points:

1) I found a great oxymoron - 100% biodegradable plates that were fantastic for the environment, being made out of potatoes and all. The only drawback is that...they wrapped it in plastic.

2) I bought Phantom Planet - California, the single. Not for $5. Not for $2. Not for $1. Not for $0.50. But for $0.45.

CRAZY EH

Yeah. I'm quite happy now.

My brother's birthday party today.

Hurray.

I am really tired, I slept in the afternoon though so maybe that will help. Maybe.

ALSO: Luke from NZ Idol - I just saw him on Flipside this afternoon. Goddamn he's so Maori it's not funny. Like...I'd imagine he would join that arsehole march down Harbour Bridge (note this is my opinion so feel free to debate). Um back to Luke, he has the whole "yous fellas are the great!" thing going on.

And the Harbour Bridge thing. If they're protesting about seabed and foreshore, WHY ON THE FUCKIN HARBOUR BRIDGE? LIKE, WAY TO FUCK UP THE TRAFFIC YOU CUNTS. No offense, I appreciate the fact they have a right to protest and all this other shit but why irritate the shit out of motorists? They are after all in a car and could easily just break all of yous legs.

Hmm.

We, (by "we" I mean "me and Rikky") "won" (by "won" I mean that we aren't sure whether we actually win or not) our heat in Batten Idol this morning in House Assembly.

Yeah, we're not sure if we win since we were the only ones doing it on that day...

And also we only learnt the song yesterday night and I must say I was quite impressed that I could remember the words given like 5 hours notice ^_^. Seemed to be well recieved by the crowd...and I got people clapping which is probably like, the only time in my whole 7th Form year I'll be able to do that.

Yup. Nothing else interesting of note, other than Richard is being all mopey and stuff or something, I don't know the details but I hear that he did crappy in a test or his sadness is test related. (As to what kind of test I have no idea but I doubt it's cricket.)

Some random quotes from bash.org :

dphead> I think my cat is sick :(
phunqe> Why?
dphead> It's all twitchy and stuff...
phunqe> I'm sure it's just lagged.
phunqe> Check its fps.


+ChiMP> WHATS GAYER THAN ME AND STARTS WITH AN N!!?!?
@miz> nothing
@miz> :o


blade[fd]> i have this damn hole in my lips
stolenrims|fd> yeah, that's your mouth


* Nazgul thinks it's amusing when people are soooo anal retentive that they can't even pass up a single mistyped letter.
Rico||Sleep>: Anal-retentive is hyphenated...


Kosmo`> Why is it called PUBLIC hair if it's on a "private" part?
pakz> you moron! it's not PUBLIC, it's PUBIC
Kosmo`> uh... really!?!? HOLY SHIT!
pakz> what?
Kosmo`> hehe, now I see why my girlfriend laughed when I asked her "why don't you shave your public hair?"


[bytraper ] dammit where can I grab porn movies :(
[OpsuPup ] umm, try the internet
[OpsuPup ] i hear there's lots of porn on there
[Nemesite ] really?
[OpsuPup ] apparently
[Nemesite ] shit i would never have thought of that


Kennef> what was quetzequatl the patron god of?
tarvuz> umm
Wintermute> consonants?


inetd_> so many people at work are homophobic
inetd_> so i'm gonna ask random peoples "if you were on a bus full of gay guys, would you get off?"


DeathFist> hey, can u guys stop talking about racism and shit...its getting old...if you dont like it, then you dont have to own slaves, its as easy as that...

smadge1> Guinness World Records was one site that did consider exactly what they were hosting on the web, and made necessary changes. The record for "Most Individuals Killed In A Terrorist Attack" is 2823 people accord to one page on Guinness' site. Guinness has a feature were you can apply to "Break this record", and this option was placed on every page that contained a record.

I just beat my brother (William) at Chinese Chess just then, checkmating him with three pawns. He says it was a stalemate but I don't care, I still won. I couldn't stop thinkin of Dynasty Warriors while playing chess. -_-

In other news, songs I'm listening to at the moment:

Hoobastank - The Reason (where the singer is very obviously auto-tuned, which leads to dubiousness about his ability as a singer...but it's a nice song anyway)

and;

I'm grabbin the soundtrack to Gitaroo Man, a fantastic Playstation 2 man. It's indescribable, you just have to play it to find out for yourself. Highly highly recommended.

Thought: isn't it ironic that going through Auckland Airport, they confiscated my tasty and delicious yoghurt snacks because they had dairy products, while they let us bring through something worth about $10,000 without having to get taxed?

Note to self: America is a shitty country.

It's late. I'm tired. I have nothing to say at the moment, really, other than life is pretty breezy. Love the holidays but they are comin to a close soon. Can't wait to leave school.

CAN'T WAIT!

I have a really bad headache which is either from sleeping too little or too much (damn you balance!) but today I thought about..stuff. Here's a little snippet of what goes on in my mind.

STEP ONE: Exposition

Man, now Grace has a blog...and Rikky has a blog...and...all these other people have a blog. Did I start that all? I think I started a trend! But I wouldn't have a blog if my brother didn't have one. And I'm sure he got it from somewhere...and so forth. NOW if what Christianity says is right, then we are all descendant from Adam and Eve - which makes me white.

So it's Adam and Eve's fault that my brother made a blog which made me make a blog which resulted in me starting a trend.

But Adam and Eve were made by God.

So it's God's fault.

Hmm.

LINK TO A GREAT QUOTE FROM A GREAT VIDEOGAME (i know what you're thinking, video game, har har)-

"Don't blame me, blame yourself, or God."

How true.

Isn't it so easy just to blame someone else?

I blame that on God.

See, the reason why that quote works so well is because well, if you do believe there is a God, then it's his/her/it's fault. If you don't, then it's yours. It's not my fault, ever.

Hurrah! Now I no longer feel guilty about kinda making my brother slightly late this morning to work.

Band practice today! Finally! Hurrah.

Well, apart from the fact that I still suck and I blame John (the singer) not being there and the high hat (which refuses to return to its original state after my foot has been lifted), it was good. Especially good after Thomas' neighbour started complaining...

And then his neighbour called the sound police people cause he's a dick like that (according to Thomas and his sister.)

And then this sound guy came up to his house.

Then he was all like "I received a sound complaint"

And we were all like "oh really"

And then he was like, "play something with the door closed".

So I did.

Then he laughed because it wasn't really all that loud and most definitely legal.

So to cut a long story short, our band is so hardout that we got a noise complaint. We're badasses we are.

YEAH!

Few notes:

My mum is still shitty about the extra $10 we spent. ($8 for a tape, $1 each for apricot sauce and barbeque sauce on the two pizzas respectively)

I am sick. But I am still working. Hmm.

Richard and my mum had a fight two nights ago at 2:20 am cause he wanted the car keys to drive to his girlfriend's house but my mum didn't let him for obvious safety and legal reasons (he's on his restricted. 2.20 am is quite a bit past 10.00 pm). While fighting they woke me up, tired and angry, which didn't really help me as I had work the next day.

Yesterday my mum wouldn't leave the Rec Centre where I worked until I got a jumper from the Richard that works at the rec centre (this Richard is not my brother).

No band practice yet. -_-

ALSO my mum is in a shitty mood because we spent $10 more on pizza than we should have.

Couple of notes, just for now:

1. I believe I am being chased by a praying mantis...one was in my hair the other day when I was in front of the computer (which confuses the shit out of me, how the hell does a praying mantis end up in a house with all windows and doors closed anyway??) and this morning on the way to work there was one on the car window...

2. Work! I'm getting paid! It's not too bad! Today was alright, other than I had quite a big headache and flu thing.

3. Lots of new people at work. Notable additions:

- Annoying girl(s) who keep following me.
- Male twins (?) who like "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" from The Darkness.
- An extremely shy girl who does absolutely nothing.
- Some nine year old kid who looks exactly like Shawn Ashmore would if he was 9. Maybe.
- All these volunteers I know from school (yes you Sunny yes you.)

XD Anyway. Gunbound is down. I have a blocked yet running nose (dont ask how it works, it just does), I've heard no word from the band and I have a headache.

Oh well.

[Edit: If you dont' know who Shawn Ashmore is, think Iceman in Xmen or Xmen 2. Linky link: http://hometown.aol.com/abm614/shawn1.gif]

-_- Maybe that was a bit harsh. I'm sorry.

I spent two hours this morning stealing songs from the TV. Hurrah!

Richard is a dickhead
Ichard is a dickhead c
Chard is a dickhead Ri
Hard is a dickhead Ric
Ard is a dickhead Rich
Rd is a dickhead Richa
D is a dickhead Richar

Is a dickhead Richard
S a dickhead Richard i

A dickhead Richard is

Dickhead Richard is a
Ickhead Richard is a d
Ckhead Richard is a di
Khead Richard is a dic
Head Richard is a dick
Ead Richard is a dick h
Ad Richard is a dick he
D Richard is a dick hea

--

Had to be said. You fake phony person you. You just said you'd help my mum tomorrow so that you can run away in the car again. Bastard. You absolute shitface. Can't believe I'm related to you.

AND when you do eventually read this, save me the bother from blocking you from my tagboard and don't bother typing - I don't give a crap what you say, I think we've all given you way too many chances.

Easter.

HOLIDAYS!

But come, let us force upon 2000 students a religion. Smart move, Macleans College. Way to promote religious choice. Anyway, that was yesterdays news, the forced sermon. (Damn I hate those.)

Today is...EASTER! Which means...bunnies and chocolate.

I've always wondered. Why bunnies? Is it because animals that mate constantly and poo all over the place and are a huge pest in New Zealand are great reflections on people who follow the Christian faith? ...maybe. Chocolate - something that tastes so sweet but rots your teeth, makes you fat and melts in the sun?

Hmm. That's all I wanted to say.

AND ALSO "The Amazing and Death Defying Diary of Eugene Dingman" by Paul Zindel is a great book. This is the third time I've read it, after "acquiring" it during intermediate years. Each time I read it I pick up something different. Looking back it is quite funny when I read it in Form 1 and I was all like...wtf? Make love to yourself? Wet dream?

Tee hee.

Hmm.. that didnt display properly.

OH well.

The Adventures Of SexNet Part Two:

I just recieved this hilarious chat log.

WARNING WILL PROBABLY BE OFFENSIVE TO MOST PEOPLE WITH MORAL DECENCY - This is TRUE. Real people actually do this shit.

twohotchixnz is one of my mates. No, he is not a chick.

[18:01] hi there
[18:01] hi
[18:01] asl plz.
[18:01] 18/f/nz
[18:02] 23,m,US
[18:02] u got a picture?
[18:02] nah
[18:02] ic.
[18:02] what are you into?
[18:02] want to have some fun?:)
[18:03] u there?
[18:04] yes
[18:04] so what are you into?
[18:05] sex
[18:05] what do you like?
[18:05] feeling horny?
[18:06] yes i am horny
[18:06] what's yur name?
[18:07] * node is horny and wants to fuck.
[18:07] jamie
[18:08] * node wonders what jamie is wearing
[18:08] not much
[18:08] why are you slow?
[18:08] busy?
[18:09] i am touching myself
[18:09] oh i c
[18:09] masturbating?:)
[18:09] yes
[18:09] let me suck your pussy.
[18:09] if you want
[18:10] you like to swallow?
[18:10] yes
[18:10] I live beans
[18:10] *like
[18:11] * node comes closer to jamie and starts rubbing his hard cock against her tighs
[18:11] Do you know what four bean salad is
[18:11] * node holds her waist and plays her tits sucking on her lips
[18:11] no
[18:11] can you do me a favour
[18:12] yeah
[18:12] Take off my panties
[18:12] sure:)
[18:12] Do it~
[18:12] Quick there's not much time!
[18:13] * node slides his hands into your panties and touches your pussy
[18:13] * node takes off jamie's panties
[18:13] * node and starts rubbing jamie's pussy hard,oh baby you are so wet!
[18:13] listen to me
[18:13] let's fuck,i want to fuck your pussy
[18:13] i want you to put something into my pussy
[18:14] like what?
[18:14] how about my cock?
[18:14] no no no
[18:14] there's time for that later
[18:14] ok
[18:14] right now we need to make four bean salad!~
[18:14] open this can of baked beans and put it in
[18:14] tip it in
[18:14] put it all in!
[18:14] ok
[18:15] put in the baked beans
[18:15] * node opens a can of baked beans and starts to take it out of the can
[18:15] * node stretches your legs wide and starts putting baked beans into your pussy
[18:15] ooooooh yeah i like that
[18:16] puts more and more
[18:16] packs your pussy with beans
[18:16] ok thanks
[18:16] now
[18:16] we need to put in some more beans
[18:16] what do you make coffee with?
[18:17] coffee beans1
[18:17] they go into me next
[18:17] load them in
[18:17] pack it tight
[18:17] what do you want me to put?
[18:17] more beans?
[18:17] coffee beans
[18:17] this is four bean salad!
[18:17] ok
[18:17] got it:)
[18:17] put them in!
[18:18] * node takes coffee beans and packs your pussy with beans
[18:18] ooooh yeah
[18:18] harder harder!
[18:19] * node I feel horny and start to cum as I pack your pussy with beans
[18:19] what's next?
[18:19] Well
[18:19] that's half the beans now
[18:19] next up we need some more beans
[18:19] i am craving frozen green beans
[18:19] puts all the beans into your pussy and presses it with his cock
[18:19] load them in
[18:20] so what's next?
[18:20] frozen green beans!
[18:20] load them in
[18:20] i'm not full yet
[18:20] ok
[18:20] * node takes frozen green beans and loads her pussy with frozen green beans
[18:21] ahhhh that feels so good
[18:21] * node packs her pussy harder and harder
[18:21] harder harder!
[18:22] packs your pussy harder and harder,deeper
[18:22] good work!
[18:22] what's last?
[18:22] this is the greatest bean of all
[18:22] quicker baby:)
[18:22] i want to fuck!
[18:23] i want you to fly to england
[18:23] fly there
[18:23] do it
[18:23] and get
[18:23] get what?
[18:23] get rowan atkinson
[18:23] he is the bean
[18:23] the bean of them all
[18:24] ok
[18:24] as you wish
[18:24] * node flies to england and gets rowan atkinson
[18:24] ok ok
[18:24] now you know what to do
[18:24] in he goes
[18:24] rowan atkinson must disappear inside me
[18:25] * node slides rowan atkinson into your pussy hard and deep
[18:25] deep inside your pussy
[18:26] what's next?
[18:26] what does every four bean salad need!
[18:26] salad dressed
[18:26] dressing
[18:26] fetch me sum salad dressing
[18:26] ok
[18:26] what dressing do you want?
[18:27] you need to fly to italy
[18:27] and get me african dressing!
[18:27] how about if I fetch it with my cum?
[18:27] :)
[18:27] how about no
[18:27] you've got it.
[18:28] get me some dressing
[18:28] now
[18:28] before the bea..
[18:28] shit quick
[18:28] the beans are falling out!
[18:28] Quickly!
[18:28] gets some dressing and fetches jamies pussy with it
[18:28] already fetched with african dressin!
[18:29] now what?
[18:29] mix it with a spoon
[18:29] mix it now
[18:29] spoon my pussy
[18:29] before the dressing soaks in
[18:29] mixes the salad with a spoon
[18:30] * node spoons your full of salad pussy
[18:30] ahhh that feels good
[18:30] keep going
[18:30] its not mixed good!
[18:30] * node mixes harder and deeper
[18:31] ooooooooooh yeah
[18:32] so?
[18:32] so what
[18:32] are we going to fuck at all?:)
[18:33] not yet
[18:33] we need to make dessert
[18:33] lol no way!
[18:33] yes we do
[18:33] i want you to suck my cock:)
[18:33] please
[18:33] for me
[18:33] can u do it?
[18:34] can u suck mine first
[18:34] u go first
[18:34] please
[18:34] i want to cumm into your mouth
[18:34] suck my cock first
[18:35] hello
[18:35] i'm jerking
[18:35] u r a jerk
[18:36] you wont make me desser
[18:36] t
[18:39] r u gonna make me dessert or shud i find someone who will
[18:39] No such nick/channel

TODAY'S PET HATE:

Hypocritical/stupid/annoying people.

Let's start with hypocritical.

First off - today was the school cross country (the last one I'll ever do! yay! I would in all honesty never run 6 kms for fun. What kind of person makes it their hobby? -_-) and I really suck at running being flatfooted and unfit and short and all. Well, I'm walking as fast as my wasted feet will let me and every fucking teacher I pass says something along the same lines - "RUN FASTER YOU AREN'T TRYING BLAR BLAR BLAR". It's not like I like being last or anything (not that I actually care) but I was trying. My feet still hurt while I'm typing this, I had to hobble home. And most of the teachers who said that were just standing around and haven't run 3 kms straight yet. I mean, for the teachers who did run good on them (and they didn't put us down anyway) and their encouragement was a lot better than rubbish like "YOU'RE NOT TRYING YOU SLACKERS".

Hypocriticalism and annoyance - stupid teachers that aren't even trying to run. Lazy fucks.

Stupid: Alright. On the way home with my hurt feet and all, I got to the school crossing and some scunge old bitch teacher came up to me and went "OI YOU'RE NOT GOING HOME UNLESS YOU'RE WEARING SHOES!". I should have questioned that statement but I was too tired to really care, so I just went back and sat around with Rikky for a bit. Then someone suggested that I just put my shoes on, walk past her, then take them off.

So I did.

I mean, I don't understand. My feet already hurt. I don't want to shove them into shoes you stupid old lady. I'm not degrading the school image or anything. I'm wearing the right uniform - I was in full P.E. gear, which doesn't have SCHOOL RUNNING SHOES LAST TIME I FREAKING CHECKED. In fact, I'm going to look at the school uniform webpage thing to see if somehow mistakenly everybody didn't know there were school running shoes. (According to Mr. Venter there were school running socks as well...at the start of the race he said anyone who wasn't wearing school socks - which really was everybody - would not be allowed to run. We ran anyway, the teachers enjoy watching pain.)

The school policy on P.E. uniform:

" Physical Education Uniform
All students are to wear the new royal blue shorts and polo shirts in house colours. After enrolment and placement in a house, Year 9 students and new students can purchase polo shirts in house colours. "

No mention of shoes.

Even in the photo provided (link - http://www.macleans.school.nz/school_life/images/pe_uni.jpg), none of them are wearing shoes. Except for the guy in the tracksuit but common sense dictates that shoes would (if so) only be compulsory for people wearing tracksuits. And I was just in normal non-loser P.E. gear.

So even if that dumb old lady's concern was me not wearing uniform correctly, she was being extremely stupid. If she was trying to protect my feet, it wasn't any of her business and really, my feet don't like my shoes at the moment.

Stupid - stupid teachers ask stupid things of you. Dumb fucks.

There's a huge religious conversation/discussion right behind me. Bah it's confusing. More on that later.

Anyway, I woke up extra extra early this morning (6:30! ITS CRAZY) for no reason. I was supposed to help carry stuff for Dala in the Intercultural Club (which, may I add, I am not in.) but...there was nothing for me to carry. And then I went to do a soundcheck for the backing music for my idol performance which took me all of 5 minutes. When I did that, it was 7.30. I waited at school for an hour, doing nothing.

Blah.

I was a guest judge for Batten Idol today, it's weird sitting up the front. But I got to kinda rip into people. I could have been a lot meaner but when you think about it, this isn't just some fake construct on TV - these are real people. As fun as it would have been to say they were utter crap (which they were pretty much, except John), I didn't. Save their face. I was going to be singing today but I didn't because:

1. I'd be against John.
2. I didn't have my costume.
3. I was guest judge.
4. Matt forgot I was doing it this week.

I didn't really do much at school today to be honest. First two periods I did work and then I kinda just sat around. It was real cold too - it hailed right outside the physics classroom while we were in it and the Intercultural Club people were setting up in the amphitheatre- so they got wet. =P (and I was supposed to be helping them then ^_^)

Yeah. Anyway, my mum and my brother are busy conversing about their separate religions...while the other brother happily isn't home even though my mum painstakingly cooked dinner for him and the bastard never tells anyone when he isn't coming home.

Hmm yeah...I haven't blogged for a while. Oh well, I'm sure nobody's missing my inner thoughts.

You know what's a good song? D12 and Eminem - My Band. Fantastique song.

Also, my mum came back this morning, even though my dad said she was coming next week. Strange. -_- But she brought with her lots of revision books! I'm serious now. I have a test tomorrow. I have a test tomorrow. Physics. Must. Study.

Yea.

Walking home to school I got quite irate at stupid people on the footpath. Things you should never do on a footpath are:

1. Suddenly stop and bend over. (I don't like your ass in my face. This especially applies if you're on stairs.)
2. Walk five abreast. Other people would like to walk on the footpath too, you know - there IS an opposite way whether you accept it or not.
3. Cut across other people from one side to the other. What the fuck?

Yeah. Just my little rant for today. Also Ming! Save your brain cells! What have you done? -_-

Also, I forgot to mention Dramatic Fall #4 is never as good as Dramatic Fall #1.

I watched The Passion of the Christ yesterday. You can learn a lot of things from the movie!

1) Don't watch a movie with a room of hyperventilating Asians unless you really have to. I mean what with the brutal on-screen punishment, having a row of people behind you going "OOOOOH AAAAAAHAHA OOHAHOAHOAHAH TSSSKSK OOOH" is just slightly annoying.

2) 90% of Roman soldiers are bastards.

3) 90% of Roman soldiers are stupid and blind.

4) The high priest is a dick.

Yeah. Apart from the aftermovie sermon which I wasn't informed about and promptly didn't listen to it because I wasn't very interested and it was in Cantonese, it was a nice free movie. A very depressing, thought provoking free movie. Poor Jesus.

I GOT THE COKE ANTHEMS!

"fresh from the fridge, fresh from the fridge"...

yeah, sorry - I've been lookin for that song for ages. And lo and behold I stole it from the Coke Website.

I'm very sleepy but it has come to my attention something that really really pisses me off.

So, my pet hate for today:

UNEXPECTED/UNWANTED TOUCHING/CONTACT

My oldest brother (Richard) has a very annoying tendancy of poking me in the shoulder. THERE ARE OTHER WAYS TO GET MY ATTENTION, ONES THAT DON'T PISS ME OFF SO MUCH. I hate being poked. I don't know why, I don't really care why, JUST DON'T DO IT. If I enjoyed you poking me in the shoulder over just going "hey", I would have told you. DON'T FUCKING POKE ME. DON'T DO IT. If I'm not expecting you to touch me, DON'T DO IT. If I don't want to be poked, DON'T POKE ME.

I hope you get the point. Don't ever poke me, ever again, or I shall be very angry. Sleep time.

Oh damn I am tired.

And I have to wake up early tomorrow as well....stupid me learning to play a musical instrument and all. I wonder why I did, really....

(On an unrelated note, TV is addictive, and could take over the world.)

This is something which I think should have been done quite a long time ago. Read the email I sent to Oxford University Press to understand.

Dear Oxford University Press:

I am a Year 13 NZ Student from Macleans College currently studying A Level Physics, and my school has adopted the use of your "AS and A Level Physics through Diagrams" textbook which I have found very useful and informative, with easy to understand language and informative explanatory diagrams. However, me and all the other students using the textbook have one major query about the textbook, which is "Why does it smell like fish"? Our Physics teacher upon being questioned replied that our school paid extra for the fish smell option, which we find rather strange. Do your textbooks offer a different range of smells in different price ranges? Is it the binder's glue that is the cause of the smell that is distinctly fishy? Or is it perhaps the ink on the paper, or the paper itself? Regardless, every time after a period of Physics in school I get a minor headache from the odour of the textbook, and leaving in my bag causes my entire bag to smell reminiscent of a fish-market.

If this is a printing error, can you please resolve it so that other future students, teachers and users of the textbook will not be subject to the smell of decaying animal matter whenever they need to look up the theory behind circular motion? I am sure they will all be grateful to own a copy of your great textbook which does not smell like fish.



Regards,

Henry Chong

Yes, word up to my Physics Class. \o/

Hmm. I'm going to try an experiment just to see how useful my oldest brother is. Let me see if I can go for a week pretending he doesn't exist.

Ants are stupid.

I just saw about 500 in the sink swarming around my dinner plates.

I killed them all. I know, they weren't hurting me at all but they piss me off. Big seething black moving mass of little things - what a paradox. At least they didn't die thirsty.

NOW LISTENING TO: Dave Brubeck - Benjamin Christopher David Brubeck

Damn jazz rocks. Anyway, today as I was walking home from school I was stuck behind a smoker. Which brings me to by gripe for today:

I HATE SMOKERS (as a general rule)

I mean, I wouldn't mind if they killed themselves quietly, I support free rights to do stuff, but when someone in front of you starts smoking and you can't really get away from the smoke they are slowly killing you and I hate that. It's like suicide - kill yourself, but don't kill me. Smoking should be banned in public and reserved to rooms of smokers, where they all just breathe in this huge smouldering cigarette situated in the corner of one such establishment and through the containment of the smoke they will not kill everyone else in sight.

I hate most smokers that I don't know, really. I suppose the ones I do know are alright generally, because they are considerate in that they don't smoke in my face. That's one way to piss me off.

/end rant

I thought about the "graffiti" incident today during my study period.

If graffiti is writing scribbled onto a surface, since my handwriting is quite horrible, whenever I take notes in class or write anything in school I'm graffiti-ing all over the place and that's against the school rules! Therefore, all my school books should be subjected to a ritual of burning and sacrifice for going against the school rules. Doing homework, schoolwork or any kind of writing in school is WRONG!

So says the rules of the school. Everyone in my school should be pointed out the fact that writing is now not permissible in school.

(Or is my logic just horrendously flawed?)

First, the not bad things about today.

Macleans Idol

Yeah, our school is going to hold its own idol competition. And I'm in it. I still can't decide what song to sing, if you have any suggestions or ideas feel free to tell me. There are plenty of ways to reach me.

(On a related(?) note, me and a few others caught our house leader singing that song that goes "Ain't no mountain high enough" - the name escapes me but it was quite funny. And also, she read my essay and didn't get angry! Yay! ^_^)

Now, the not so good thing. Ie the Problem of the Day (tm).

Anyone who knows me for about a day knows how unorganized I am. Recently as a way to combat this state of confusion and "help me, I don't know what class I have next!", I've written things on my left arm since if I wrote reminders to myself on pieces of paper, I'd lose the pieces of paper anyway. I like to call my left arm my personal walking notepad - I don't even have to reach into my pocket, all I have to do is look at my left arm.

Well today, Miss Hall (music teacher, I think she used to live in South Auckland which could be a reason why she has mean streaks on certain days) came up to me and the conversation went something like this:

MH - "What's that on your arm?!"
me - "Oh, it's my walking notepad. I used to write notes on pieces of paper but I'd lose those pieces of paper."
MH - "Get rid of it."
me - "...are you serious?"
MH - "YES. You know that school rule about graffiti? That includes drawing on your hand. Go and wash it off now."
me - "...okay."

I then proceeded to go to the nearest toilet (in this case the Art Block toilets, which are the cleanest in the school anyway) and washed it all off, using in the process about half the soap in that tank of liquid soap and a whole lot of water since vivid doesn't come off easily. So, the effects of this punishment:

- 5 minutes of not having music
- Approximately 7 people's worth of soap wasted
- Me having to copy out all my notes all over again
- The psychological scar I will have for the rest of my life
- Some kid in Afghanistan died

I knew better than to argue with her when she's on a mean streak. I mean, it actually wasn't that hard to wash it off (it just took a lot of soap, thats all). But now in the safety and comfort of my own home I'm going to see just where she gets off at controlling what I write on myself. I mean, it's my body and all right? First, she said there were "drawings on my hand". Are drawings comparable to notes? Let's look at a dictionary definition.

drawing n. 1 art of representing by line with a pencil etc. 2 picture etc. made thus.

I agree that I did make an image using a vivid. But are notes to myself considered art?

art n. 1 a human creative skill or its application. b work showing this.

Creative? Hmm. I don't think I was spurred by some flash of artistic inspiration to write things like "do the washing" on my arm. (Though some strange person probably WOULD call it art)

creative adj. 1 inventive, imaginative

Definitely not inventive. Definitely not imaginative. THEREFORE the writing on my arm was not creative, not allowing it to be art and therefore not a drawing! Ahah! But what about graffiti? Is that restricted to just drawing? Hmm.

graffiti n.pl. (sing. graffito) writing or drawing scribble, scratched, or sprayed on a surface.

It's not drawing but it most definitely is writing. Guilty on that account. So I did "graffiti" on my hand. The school policy on graffiti is, uh...let me look through my homework diary to find some points I think look relevant.

Keep your diary, including the cover neat and tidy. No graffiti.
(Last time I checked, my arm was not a diary.)

the definition of acceptable behaviour is clearly understood and where students show consideration for others.
(I was considerate! I didn't wave my arm in people's faces! I didn't yell out "LOOK AT MY ARM, YOU FUCKERS!")

That's all I saw that looked relevant. No rule concerning me writing on my own arm. But wait! What's this clause here that looks important?

Students are under the school's authority from the time they leave home until they return home.

So by going to school I signed away pretty much all my rights (there goes your speech on human rights, Miss Warner!) and allowing the school to decide what's good for me and what isn't. And a part of the school doesn't think I should be writing on my hand and therefore justfully punished me for it. Wow! I can get punished for writing on myself. I bet that's a bizzare thing to happen in schools. Or is it? You know, schools kind of remind me of a prison. A few things they have in common:

- A uniform.
- A drug counselor.
- A counselor, in general.
- Regulated activites.
- The authority has full control over you.

At least in prisons they feed you.

So by going to school, I basically let someone yell at me for writing on my arm, go figure. I'll probably do it again just to see if I can get an essay from it. This is intefering with human rights! THIS IS A HUGE OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE AND ALL THAT IS GOOD AND PURE AND SO FORTH! I have a dream - that white people and black people and even Asian people can write on their own arms and not be faced with punishment and discrimination (har har you arm writer you). But then again, what can I do? I'm an anomily in the "well run" system. I am a bug. The Macleans Matrix says I must be made to cease and desist in a way much like America. I'm just a student being oppressed.

Oh well. That's life for you. Dinner time.

Okay, I'm pretty freaked out by that container of urine in my house.

Yes, I said container of urine.

Now why would there be a container of re-used saliva and regurgitated liquids within my home? Well, Richard is a med school student. And, for the next 24 hours, he has to take a leak into that bottle sitting on his desk. It's really freaky, it is, the urine's kinda gone orange and kinda looks like beer gone wrong, what with the froth and all. At least it doesn't smell - or not yet at least. Crazy Med School students, them.

According to OKCupid, some shootoff from TheSpark, I am:

The Boy Next Door

Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDm)

Kind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet. We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what.


Your exact opposite:
The 5-Night Stand (Deliberate Brutal Sex Master)

On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold. More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be The Men Next Door, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph

CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor, The Peach

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Yeah. Thought someone might be interested.

My personality according to Dr. John Edwards is:

ENFP - Extroverted Intuitive Feeling Perceptor

Warmly enthusiastic, high-spirited, ingenious, imaginative. Able to do almost anything that interests them. Quick with a solution for any difficulty and ready to help anyone with a problem. Often rely on their ability to improvise instead of preparing in advance. Can usually find compelling reasons for whatever they want.

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Anyway, today I woke up and William told me Richard wasn't home (older brothers, Richard being the eldest). Then he came home, after finding me a very nice CD (thanks Rich) and went to sleep at approximately noon in bed with his girlfriend. -_- I'm amazed they both fit on one bed, considering its a single bed. How dodgy/potentially illegal. I had Wendy's for dinner. Academy of Strings practice today too, it was great having not played the cello in a week, it was nice. Mm.

Fucking hell. Some stupid Girl Guides girls just ran up to my house and asked me if I wanted Girl Guides biscuits. I would have said yes if they weren't dressed like sluts. What is wrong with teh youngin's?! They proceeded then to fuck around with the awesome weather machine which Thomas gave me the little shits and run all over my caving stuff which I had set out to dry. Grr.

And as for the party thing, I have an excuse. If I tell it to myself often enough I'll also believe it. I'll just say I fell asleep and my brother was online. >.> But if any of you read this I really wanted to go, the real reason I can't is because my brother isn't home and I'm lazy to call people and I suck cause I can't find DVDs etc.

Yeah. I just wanted to complain about annoying Girl Guides who don't seem to understand "No I don't have money on me" as a cue to FUCK OFF BECAUSE I DON'T WANT YOUR BISCUITS.

Sorry about the language. I've been swearing a lot lately. I've just noticed it at camp...-_- But I probably have been for a year. Oh well.

BACK FROM CAMP!

Oh my god. Best five days of this year, definitely. Definitely definitely the best five days of this year. And again! BEST FIVE DAYS OF THIS YEAR.

I suppose it really helped that I wasn't going there with high expectations. All the time when people keep bitching about how little food there is I'm enjoying it. All the time when people are complaining (ahem, Brandon) about shit that's happening, I cruised through it. And, Camp was fun. I did so much shit and it was all wicked. In no particular order, let's start with some random thoughts.

- There was a playground! Imagine 17-18 year olds (with the exception of me) on a playground, and the hilarity that ensues.

- There was a dairy about a ten minute walk from the campsite! I must have been there about three times in the five days and spent like, $10. (Which reminds me, Brandon owes me $20.)

- I walked around barefoot 94% of the time. The only time I had shoes on was Tramping, Mountain Biking (which wasn't really that, but more on that later) and Caving.

- The food...not too shabby considering they have to cater for like 300 people. No mean feat I can assure you. The hot chocolate was pretty much sugar water with food colouring, but the macaroni and cheese dinner one night was very nice.

- I met so many people it wasn't funny. (Well, in a strange way it was, but in a cool not funny way. I digress.)

Well, what did I do in five days? I'll just copy off the sheet.

Abseiling

This wasn't a highlight for me. More like a midly enjoyable filler activity. I don't know about you, but controlled falling just doesn't really do it for me. It was pretty freaky to start with when you look down and you're like SHIT but then when you actually start falling at the speed of a walking fat American, it's like meh.

Rock Climbing

This was alright. I show my general ineptitude at all things physical by ruining the harness for one of the rock climbing stations, thus preventing everyone behind me from climbing that rock face. ALRIGHT! I did climb the easiest rockface. At least I tried my best. And I can say that I ruined the harness because I tried so hard. Yup. -_-

Caving

What a huge contrast to what I thought it would be. I expected that I'd just go for a walk through a dark hole. And hell yeah, caving is walking through a dark hole. Only fun! Who knew that getting your clothes ruined and smelling like crap was so much fun? Sliding around, squeezing through impossibly narrow corridors and all those stalactite things. And that water, oooh nice cold water. Best activity I did on camp. Kamal agrees with me, therefore we are correct and all those losers who enjoyed sitting around doing jackshit like those Korean girls in our group are wrong.

Archery

Despite me not having done this in like a year, I fluked getting a yellow on my first arrow. ^_^ Andrew Wallace fully had the mean aim, all he'd do was raise the bow, let go, and it'd find its way to where he wanted it to go. No aiming, no mess, just fucking load and fire. I didn't really do very well but I was the only person to pop the balloon attached to the targets which were waving in the wind and whatnot.

Water-based Activity

Better than I thought. I managed to stay very very clean compared to everyone else, the stupid bastards, heh heh. Basically, we all build rafts and played a game down a river. The only gay thing was that on my raft were two useless girls, Kate (I don't know her last name) and Sarah Fels. Kate kept yelling at me and Andrew to paddle while just leaving her paddle in the water, making us turn and forcing me to compensate for her cockup, and Sarah Fels didn't seem to understand the concept of turning on a raft.

Speaking of Sarah Fels I've just noticed (I can't believe it slipped by me) that she has a huge ego. Backtrack to Archery for a bit. She boasts she's going to beat everyone because she's done archery for three years and she rules at it and blah blah huge fucking pile of shit. For half the time, all she did was shoot her arrow over the target. I wonder what she did for three years, learn to use her fingers? And then there was the tramp, where "she totally ruled" and held everyone back. And there was pistol shooting where she held her gun at the barrel, increasing the chance of her shooting her fingers off (not sure if that's a good or bad thing) and got a few fluke shots and said she ruled and shit. She took like 5 minutes to shoot once, and held us all back. Then she missed the target after about five shots. And Kurt beat her score by miles.

Enough about Sarah Fels.

Pistol Shooting

Damn I suck at this. I don't have a particularly steady hand so you can imagine what happens. I did hit the target once though, which I'm quite, uh, proud of. (Hey, at least I hit the damn thing!) Kurt ruled though. He shot lying down on the floor, gangsta style, it didn't matter, whatever he did, he hit the target.

Screen Printing

I put "Congrats, you now have sars" on my T-shirt. Hilarity ensued.

Tramping

Hooray a walk in the bush. That's what I thought. But it was fully wicked! Sure, climbing up like a 70 degree slope which is muddy and smells like arse isn't too good, but going downhill kicked arse. I can't believe I went so far either, amazing. I fully thought I'd collapse about halfway through, but I made it and I was fine after. Strange. (I do, however, have a mean sore thigh from that stupid uphill shit.) The fish and chips we bought from the takeaway were legend too. Mmm. (Speaking of the shop, they fully made a crapload of business when we were down in Ngaruawahia - and the chicken burger I bought from them was hell nice.)

Mountain Biking

Not exactly mountains. Just a ride around the campsite. It was alright even though the name was misleading, I hadn't been on a bike since last year's triathlon so it was kinda nice.

Dr. Edwards Workshops

Mixed feelings on this one. At times he was droning on and on, but he makes really good points, even though my book I doodled in says otherwise. They didn't really have to be that long though, he could have been more precise and to the point rather than waffly. I suppose he's getting paid shitloads so he doesn't care.

--Other things that I can say--

Accomodation was, strange. There was a disturbing white stain on my mattress in the cabin me and seven others (Byron, Ryan (the saf one), Kamal, Kurt, Heusen, Kev, Yu-nan and Christian) were in. The ladders to the top bunks (I was on one) were designed for five year olds, or midgets. One of the two. The food was alright as I said before, there's always something I didn't really like and something I liked.

The showers sucked. I fully tried not to take a shower but I couldn't stand it after caving. There was fully no pressure, the hot water was fickle...but I suppose at least there was a shower.

--Entertainment at night--

First night's entertainment was Fear Factor, where people tried to get skittles out of a tub of baked beans with their head (and the tub wasn't changed, ever - so the later people had to deal with recycled spit too), drinking lots and lots of milk, throwing around a spicy sheep's heart (yes, sheep).

Then after, there was the man-o-man. High/low points were:

Shern. Doesn't seem to be able to keep his shirt on (much like everyone else in the competition)
Sam Forde. A bunny suit, then red undies and a leopard skin top? Uh...
Rikky. With a T-shirt that says "testosterone man", he really should have won.
Fraser. Best pickup line ever - "If I throw a coin what are the chances of me getting head?"
Chris White and Steve Arnold. Imagine wrestling in a jockstrap and tighty whities between the two, who were covered in baby oil. Yes, nudity ensued. Yes, Steve Arnold lost his underwear.

Second night was some lame attempt at a singalong. As nice as the idea was, it doesn't really work if only the ten people around the guitar can hear the guitar. I don't think we even finished a song. Saving grace was John Boden's mint solo performance though. Nice.

Third night, hot pools! Oh yeah they were good. Oh very much so. Despite rumours that someone took a dump in the pool and Teyla had her period in the pool, it was still good. There was this strange smell, but I hope it was just the sulphur.

And last night, the concert. Skits from houses, and the teacher skit. Oh man, the teacher skit was funny. Miss Rowbotham trying very very hard to keep a straight face. Ms Warner being Judge Hardass. Rule 69 about Sexual Harrassment! Arunum trying to copy Rikky's eclipse gum ad rendition, fully bombed it did. What a loser. I think he changed his name to Daryl for some stupid reason as well. The skit which involved KFC, a black guy, and a Steve Irwin impersonation.

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The view was good. The camp environment was nice, there were fully sheeps and cows and horses there. There was even a horse that looked like a cow. Crazy. The camp was great because of the people, no less. All those new people I met, good mates, random hilarity, it was shitloads better than school. Huge props to the school eh.

Yeah. It was wicked, wicked. I'm probably going to forget by next year, but at least I'll have this blog, maybe.

Also, Kevin didn't believe I was my brother's, uh, brother. That's all. (And Philip Wong is a tosser). Oh yeah, and Brandon doesn't stop complaining. ^_^

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I'm tired. Supposely there could be a get-together. I'm angry, I can't find my Monty Python DVDs. I don't have any mode of transport anyway. Once I blog, I'm going to call him and tell him I can't find it. Yes. Well, that's it. I don't really remember anything else about camp. (Oh yes, Tineke got really shitty at me. Must be because I keep pissing her off. >.>)

Things I purchased today:

- Rachmaninov Piano Collection Volume 1 (A shitload of his preludes and etudes.)
- Dave Brubeck - Take Five album (very nice)
- Kings of Swing (some random music, only bought it for Duke Ellington's The A Train, really....recording isnt too great but hey)

Each CD cost me like...$3. I love cheap quality music.

Also, I got the poplypropylene stuff - we went around to three different warehouses, the first two were out of stock on long sleeved ones (which is the requirement...) I think the reason they're out is because everyone else is 200% more organised than I am. We finally got it (there was a crapload here) at the Warehouse in Panmure. $17.99 for a longsleeved navy blue polyprop top. Not too bad, I suppose.

Now my Angry Mum (tm) wants me to pack stuff. Blarg.

Hmm, I am going to go to Botany Town centre tomorrow to go look for some polypropylene shirts (or whatever its called) for 7th Form Camp next week. They'd best be cheap and readily available or I'll be in shit...I thought my brother had some but turns out he doesn't. Bastards.

Anyway, two songs that recently picked my fancy:

Incubus - Megalomaniac (This has a FANTASTIC video...could be studied for English, really. Great art style too.)
Simple Plan - Perfect.

Oh yeah, our band has a name now. I think. "Fistful of Fives". Well that's what I think it is. I'm past caring. That's about it.

Oh! I remember what happened today now. I was late to school. The story can be summed up in the punishment essay I wrote.

Victims of Circumstance

Yes, this is a late essay. Yes, I typed it because I believed it would be faster so that I could get this punishment out of the way and then get onto doing things I want to do or other things that I have to do (such as homework, since I’m a hard out A Level student). And yes, I had no good excuse for being late. Since I’m typing this out and I have an approximate typing speed of 90 words per minute I’m going to guess this will take me no more than 8 minutes to complete. But just to be fair on you teachers who want me to actually do some tedious pointless essay, I won’t use paragraphs so you get more bang for your punishment, so to speak. Anyway, the typed font will be much more legible to whoever is reading this as my normal handwriting can be quite poor, which any of my friends can tell you. Anyway, where was I. Yes. Victims of Circumstance. (Mrs. Figgins if you’re reading this, hi! Please don’t be angry, I’m not trying to be cheeky. If you really, really really want a handwritten essay just tell me and I’ll write all of this out by hand.) Victims of Circumstance. Well, I was thinking about this when I went to school today and knowing I was late I didn’t bother running (I actually left my house at 8:25 so there was no way I’d ever get to school on time), but while walking I saw this busload of students who were now officially late go past me. When we reached the teacher on duty, who was doing his duty taking down names for lateness, the bus had unloaded students. Even though it wasn’t the student’s fault that the bus was late, the teacher on duty still gave them all essays, claiming they should walk to school if their bus becomes late. Now, there’s a bad argumentative point, I thought silently in my head, but who wants to argue with a teacher? All you’ll get is two pages which is double the annoyance, really. But back to the point – his claim was that everyone should be in walking distance to the school and we should all walk to school. And if not, go to another school. Well for some it just isn’t technically possible. I know, out of zones students have to handle their own means of transport and get to school on time. I know, it’s their problem. But I think in the case I encountered the day I silently accepted my essay and walked off to form-time, the people on the bus were victims of circumstance. Think about it, nobody wants to get an essay – nobody in their right mind, anyway. (I certainly didn’t arrive at school late for the overwhelming joy of writing (or in my case, typing) a one-page essay.) Those students were just caught in a situation they had no control over. Let me go over my evidence. Firstly, like I mentioned, nobody wants to be late to school. Secondly, none of the students on board the bus had magical time powers, so when the bus was late, it was late. They could do nothing. And if they chose NOT to take the bus, they’d be even later. So why burn them for making the right choice spontaneously? I know if I was a teacher I’d rather my students arrive a little late on a bus than get stressed out running to school and getting the same punishment anyway. So pretty much my point is, you gotta have some flexibility. Not everyone wants to be late. It was a perfect, legitimate reason why they were late, because their mode of transport was late. (Most people who walk are just lucky their legs are obedient 99% of their lives and don’t charge any money). It’s not like any of the students deliberately told the bus driver something along the lines of “hey sir, slow down, I want to be late to school so I can get punished with an essay!” I...don’t think so. Yeah. That was pretty much what I wanted to say. I know (and so does Mrs. Figgins) that some people actually read essays...well she does, anyway. (Hi again, how’s things up top, Mrs Figgins?) Is this the case in the top office? Do you guys hire someone to go through piles of late and automatic essays, or do you just shove them through a shredder? I hope someone reads this so they understand the point I was trying to put across. If I was kind and generous I would write the essays for everyone on that fated bus ride. But unfortunately, I am not kind and generous. If you office ladies read this, hi! Thanks for doing a great job. If you office ladies run this through the shredder, no hard feelings. You’re probably just doing what you were told to do. Anyway, I think this is enough. I have homework to do now. Perhaps some other time, when I get another essay, I can discuss something else that rags me. Until then.

Yup. That's what happened today.

Well, nothing happened today. Oh wait, there was something...a band practice, yes.

I'm hallucinating things. I thought someone was tapping at the window but when I turned to look they disappeared. Then I saw a black horserider, but it was only a leaf.

I blame porn, that or all the little children in Afghanistan.

There's this really annoying shithole which is on the footpath which spews up gunk and rotten organics and other strange and smelly items, on the way walking to school. It's been there since the start of the year and nobody's bothered to fix it. It quite frankly pisses me off.

Of course, that has nothing to do with anything. All it means is that I have to jump over it every time I walk to school. Whic his a pain. But that's about it.

Anyway, where was I....um....uh.....

Hmm. Oh yeah, my first ever fan (of my music) asked for permission to play one of my parodies on his school radio. Naturally I said yes (who doesn't want to be on radio?). Yeah. Interesting point for the day.

I can't think of anything else to say really, other than the school orchestra this year is really bad. We struggled through old music and the new music sounds like the rear end of a hippo. Especially Lord of the Rings. It has so much potential, it's just that we're not playing it very well. (We doesn't include the cello section, we're always right. Always.)

Yup.

That's it.

Ok, tagboard and commenting on posts should be up now. Cher.

See, unlike other Blogs and internet little diary little record of thingsy things, I don't have to apologize for not updating because nobody reads this shit anyway.

Well, at least I hope not. I don't think anyone does. But in the rare eventuality there is one greasecovered nerd eating a sandwich through his pimply face reading the wondrous exploits of, well, me, I'm going to look into setting up one of those fancy flash-as comment/shoutout boards, which will probably end up with insightful remarks like "cool" and "okay" and "suck".

Anyway. What happened today, let's see..

I suspect one of my friends has brain damage.

You see, it's funny that the worst drugs aren't the illegal ones but the legal ones. Think of alcohol. Think of how many people do very very stupid (funny, but very very stupid) things while totally tanked. Think of how many people lose their livers. Think of how many who need to spend another $25 for a new pair of jeans. You get the point. But...what if it wasn't just something material (like a liver)? What if something much more crucial was impaired and stabbed and left bleeding to die?

This said friend of mine has the following symptoms which I, even though it's my brother who's in med school not me, think are very fine symptoms of fucking your brain up.

1. The attention span of a doorknob. In other words, ask him a question, he'll look like he's thinking of an answer, but then comment on something completely different. For example when I saw him when the bell went for hometime today:

Me: "Good luck for tennis."

(pause)

Him: "Man, my hole has a pencil case."

2. The intelligence of a baby. Only a baby would willingly screw up their pencil case (or a retard, but the IQs are roughly the same). I watched him mutilate his pencil case today in Physics, completely ignoring the fact that we actually had an obligation to work as hardout smart A level students which actually didn't feel like failing like last year. Instead of doing much needed practice on circular motion and simple harmonic motion, he chose to destroy his perfectly functional pencil case, nylon layer by nylon layer. At the end of the period when he had destroyed the four outer layers of it and made a huge hole in the only remaining layer, I nicely pointed out to him he had just destroyed his pencil case. He looked a bit shocked after I told him that.

3. The retard smile. You know those people who you know are tripping out? They like...stare kinda a bit past you, and keep smiling like they're being given head by some invisible assailant? Yeah. That was him today. For example (in the same physics class)

Me: "Hey, is it period versus the square root of l?"

(pause)

Him: "What?" (With a big cheesy grin)

He then proceeded to twink a penis onto my hand by means of impression. The lil' bastard.

I think he's successfully scared me off alcohol now. I would almost vow to never get drunk, but where's the fun in that...I swear, a funnel and 10 beers every weekend can't be good for any 17 year old. I suppose I should be happy he isn't smoking and he's keeping the liver damage to himself like a good boy. (At least he's dying happily)

If you are reading this O dear brain-damaged friend (which I don't know how you would be, seeing that I never give out this address...which could also be why nobody ever reads this) - HELLO! Yeah, that was the end of that anecdote.

I have physics homework to do. Which really should have been done yesterday but I digress.