Well, another school year comes to a close. And it is at times like this that we sit down in our caves and think to ourselves about all the memorable, hilarititious moments of the past year. For myself, I think I shall start with a list of all days I have been marked absent. All of them are suffixed with 2009, so I don't need to repeat it over again. They are in the format of dd/mm. Here is thine list.
18/03, 26/03, 06/04, 09/04, 04/05, 05/05, 08/05, 21/05, 05/06, 11/06, 12/06, 22/06, 24/06, None in july.., 20/08, 28/08, 31/08, 01/09, 04/09, 15/09, 17/09, 30/09, 02/10, 27/10 and 02/11, giving a total of 24 unexplained abscence.. Also, it should be noted that I did receive a 100% Attendance Merit Certificate on the 26/02. Although on the end of year report, only 18 days are mentioned.
Some Dates to mention, not in chronological order..
Information Evening for prospective Students and their parents - 8th September.
P&C Working Bee - 8th August (Which was cancelled due to lack of support..)
P&C Pie Drive - 2nd July
Calvin Tan of Yr8/09 was clerical - 10th September
Naidoc ceremony, on which I got an official thanks from De Paoli for operating a computer for 30 seconds - 10th of July
Walkathon - On which I was apparently absent if you see above - 28th of August.
Another useless memory is the SRC Yr10 ballot papper having 10 candidates, with 11 boxes to number..
Now for the marks throughout the year. I shall list the subject, then the half yearly mark, then the yearly mark, then the SC mark, just to compare them.
English - 51% - 48% - 83% (Band 5)
Maths - 59% - 63% - 94% (Band 6)
Science - 88% - 78% - 93% (Band 6)
PE - 46% - 41% - (Completed)
Geography (Only yearly and SC) - 56% - 87% (Band 5)
History (Only yearly and SC) - 52% - 77% (Band 4)
X-History - 52% - 38%
Y-IST - 67% - 69%
Z-Wood Technology - 63% - 68%
Computing (SC mark only) - 92% (Highgly Competent)
I also attained a Distinction Level of Merit, and had Stream Watch listed as an extra curricular activity. It should be noted however that the main reason my school results are so low is I was too lazy to actually do any homework..
Now for a rundown of things I can think of from the year off the top of my head. Killing Tyler (Tayler I think is it's actual name..) many times, especially knocking him out for a few seconds, spray the Tas Quad with tomato, barbeque and mustard sauce, stealing sausages, cake and poppers from every year's barbeque. Covering a group of year 9 girls in milk, from a carton I thought was empty.. almost getting run over by Myers. Climbing the trees at the swimming carnival, wearing my pyjamas to the swimming carnival, covering people in melted chocolate at the swimming carnival, swimming in my pyjamas at the swimming carnival, making an idiot of myself in sydney, missing about 50 detentions with Joyce, almost running a trolley into Bryce in Big W, meeting Wilcox with his parents at the easter show. Taking the most modes of transport to the formal, and wearing something normal as well. Running along high street in first term screaming "ZOOM" as I went. Turning up to school at 6:00 in the morning. Trying to catch the Geo excursion busses during the other half of the grade's visit. Instructing the station bus driver to go on a ridiculously long route to the station one afternoon. Trying to make a compilation of cleaning products in aldi.
Thats all I can think of.. So.. goodnight.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
External Entities on the Intern. This is not Hell, Satan lives in an orchestra studio.
Well, as we all are very well aware, last wednesday, the 18th, marked a very important social event, known as the school formal. As a prelude, I will give you some quick pricings.
Suit = $180 (Was black)
Shirt = $50 (Was black)
Tie = $30 (Was black)
Shoes = $56 (Was black)
Haircut the day before = $20
Shampoo and Conditioning = $40 combined
Shoelaces = $4
Getting to the formal: Well, the formal started at 5:30 p.m. apparently, so to get there, parental transport was not available. I caught a bus at 3:33 p.m. which picked up about 30 school children on the way to penrith station. Arriving at penrith station 26 minutes before my train, I jogged, in a suit, accross to McDonalds, for breakfast. I waited in line for 10 minutes behind a very disgruntled asian lady who was trying to argue that the frozen coke machine "must be working" although the manager explained to her that it clearly wasn't. Finally obtaining my happy meal, which made me very happy, as the name implies, I set off to the station. I did arrive with 10 minutes to spare, and the machine rejected my money. Twice. And then the operator made me search for my concession card. So I missed the first train. Catching a train mildly later, at 4:35 p.m. I arrived at Clyde station at about 5:15 p.m. upon which I stood in the middle of Berry Street, awaiting Sarah's fathers car, which has rather loud doors. Upon the getting in the car, we drove several streets to arrive at the Rosehill Gardens.
At the Formal: Well, I must say, it was alot unlike how I liked to like the unlikeable thought of liking my idea of what it would be unlike. Getting out of the car, Sarah and Myself walked up to the main looking area, where people were standing. On this difficult journey, we were intercepted by several people, including glen taking a photo.. and showing off his apparently "neo" style coat. Although it was alot thinner, not as many buttons, and clearly not as programmed.. Getting past the hordes of people outside, we made it into the lobby, where we found the lifting devices, known as lifts. I cannot actually remember if we went up or down, although I'm pretty sure it was up. And out into another section we walked, following the path into a hall.
Even more at the Formal: Sarah and myself looked for many many metaphorical years for our table, until we sighted that magic number 8. Sitting down, we were given pink slips to suggest various people for celebratorial stature. After handing in these forms, we commenced consumption of the entree. Mine consisted of the pastry surrounded mince, three slices of sundried tomato, one slice of creamy brie cheese, and lots of sauce. Following this, I ate my bun, with lots of butter, salt, and strong, strong pepper. Mains came next, with mine being half of a small and obviously genetically modified chicken, on top of golden potato, and cream sauce. This was followed up by dessert. I had a cone like tower of berry flavoured cream, and the half of Sarah's Tiramasu which she did not want to eat. After these meals commenced the dancing, mostly of which was me looking like an idiot and Sarah warning me I was about to be slapped. After an hour of this came the one song which suited a slow dance. And then Patrick's heart-felt and extremely cliche song which he devised himself, consisting of two 8 lined verses, both almost the same but with slight differences, towards another of his fellow asian companions, whose name always escapes me, as do often the names, of asians, with names. Even when most of their names are European, I still can't really be bothered to remember their names, but I remember they're asians.
Exiting the Formal: At 10:00 p.m. sharp, we were kicked out of the building, and myself and Sarah walked out to the parking spaces, and sat, for about 30 minutes, awaiting her mother, he drove myself home. And then I went to sleep.
Suit = $180 (Was black)
Shirt = $50 (Was black)
Tie = $30 (Was black)
Shoes = $56 (Was black)
Haircut the day before = $20
Shampoo and Conditioning = $40 combined
Shoelaces = $4
Getting to the formal: Well, the formal started at 5:30 p.m. apparently, so to get there, parental transport was not available. I caught a bus at 3:33 p.m. which picked up about 30 school children on the way to penrith station. Arriving at penrith station 26 minutes before my train, I jogged, in a suit, accross to McDonalds, for breakfast. I waited in line for 10 minutes behind a very disgruntled asian lady who was trying to argue that the frozen coke machine "must be working" although the manager explained to her that it clearly wasn't. Finally obtaining my happy meal, which made me very happy, as the name implies, I set off to the station. I did arrive with 10 minutes to spare, and the machine rejected my money. Twice. And then the operator made me search for my concession card. So I missed the first train. Catching a train mildly later, at 4:35 p.m. I arrived at Clyde station at about 5:15 p.m. upon which I stood in the middle of Berry Street, awaiting Sarah's fathers car, which has rather loud doors. Upon the getting in the car, we drove several streets to arrive at the Rosehill Gardens.
At the Formal: Well, I must say, it was alot unlike how I liked to like the unlikeable thought of liking my idea of what it would be unlike. Getting out of the car, Sarah and Myself walked up to the main looking area, where people were standing. On this difficult journey, we were intercepted by several people, including glen taking a photo.. and showing off his apparently "neo" style coat. Although it was alot thinner, not as many buttons, and clearly not as programmed.. Getting past the hordes of people outside, we made it into the lobby, where we found the lifting devices, known as lifts. I cannot actually remember if we went up or down, although I'm pretty sure it was up. And out into another section we walked, following the path into a hall.
Even more at the Formal: Sarah and myself looked for many many metaphorical years for our table, until we sighted that magic number 8. Sitting down, we were given pink slips to suggest various people for celebratorial stature. After handing in these forms, we commenced consumption of the entree. Mine consisted of the pastry surrounded mince, three slices of sundried tomato, one slice of creamy brie cheese, and lots of sauce. Following this, I ate my bun, with lots of butter, salt, and strong, strong pepper. Mains came next, with mine being half of a small and obviously genetically modified chicken, on top of golden potato, and cream sauce. This was followed up by dessert. I had a cone like tower of berry flavoured cream, and the half of Sarah's Tiramasu which she did not want to eat. After these meals commenced the dancing, mostly of which was me looking like an idiot and Sarah warning me I was about to be slapped. After an hour of this came the one song which suited a slow dance. And then Patrick's heart-felt and extremely cliche song which he devised himself, consisting of two 8 lined verses, both almost the same but with slight differences, towards another of his fellow asian companions, whose name always escapes me, as do often the names, of asians, with names. Even when most of their names are European, I still can't really be bothered to remember their names, but I remember they're asians.
Exiting the Formal: At 10:00 p.m. sharp, we were kicked out of the building, and myself and Sarah walked out to the parking spaces, and sat, for about 30 minutes, awaiting her mother, he drove myself home. And then I went to sleep.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Stepping in Line with Shiva (A mass of discorded) - Perpetual Indefinite Growth of the Subordinant
OH EM GEE! Hath it trully been such a long time since myself and good mister blog sat down to our evening cup of tea? And on remembering I have a blag, I note no entried in October. How sad.. I am trully apologetic for this.
As a quick note, before todays main topic. Yes I did consume your souls upon halloween. It didn't please my appetite very much. But I thought you could do with a munchle.
Secondly should be noted is that today marked the beginning of the 2009 N.S.W. school certificate. Todays was the english exam first, from 9:20 until 11:30, consisting of 45 multiple choice, 6 short answer and two long answer responses. My creative story was about a set of keys that change the flow of time, transport you to different places, change colours and one key that allowed the main character to enter his own mind. Science was also today, after feeding upon a large double quarter pounder I went into the hall to do 50 multiple choice, 10 single word responses and 8 other long question sets. I know I got one question wrong. I said 5.2V, where the answer was 6V. Stupid Nathan. Ah well.
Now. For my main topic today. This extremely annoying spam e-mail people have been sending around for ages. Today, I would like to explain why it is stupid.
I will now copy the entire e-mail into the blog, for later refference.
Hi,
This is Tara and John, the directors of MSN,
Sorry for the interruption but MSN is closing down. This is because too many inconsiderate people are taking up all the name (e.g. Making up lots of different accounts for just one person, etc.), we only have 578 names left. If you would like to close your account, DO NOT SEND THIS MESSAGE ON. If you would like to keep your
Account, then SEND THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. This is no
joke, we will be shutting down the servers.
Send it on, thanks.
P.S.
WHO EVER DOES NOT SEND THIS MESSAGE, YOUR ACCOUNT WILL BE CLOSED AND IT WILL COST YOU 10.00 A MONTH TO USE. SEND THIS TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. NOW YOU
KNOW WHAT TO DO. PLEASE DO NOT FORWARD THIS or REPLAY. COPY THE WHOLE EMAIL.
GO BACK TO YOUR INBOX AND CLICK ON NEW. AND PASTE THANK YOU FOR YOUR
ATTENTION.
This is no joke if you don't believe us then go to this site:
http://news.BBC.co.UK/1/hi/business/1189119.stm
and see for yourself. Anyways once you've sent this message to at least 18 contacts, your MSN icon will become blue. Please copy and paste don't forward because people wont read
Now that thats over with. Here are problems with it. In the opening line, it mentions Tara and John as the directors of MSN. MSN simply put is Microsoft Network. Which is directed by many more people than just two. Directors In Microsoft Named John results in four names. Two of which are regional directors, nothing important, and one who is an engineer for microsoft. John Richards however, is a director of "Windows Live Platform." I have found no mention of a Tara so far as a director, other than in south west european countries. I should also note that John Richards was the name of a judge who worked on the Salem Witch Trials.
Now to the more obvious things. For starters. When it says people are taking up all the usernames. Excluding asian characters, there are 1401 characters that may be used in making your e-mail. Thus if someone uses just 5 characters in creating their e-mail address, there will be 5,397,475,459,607,001 possibilities. When creating your e-mail with hotmail, you also have a choice of three domains. So using only five characters in your e-mail address there are 16,192,426,378,821,003 possibilities. I personally have 12 characters in my e-mail address, and surfing through my contacts I see the average person has at least 10 characters.
If the maximum number of characters that could be used in an e-mail were 10, the formula for how many e-mails could be made would be
[if y = 1401] (y^10+y^9+y^8+y^7+y^6+y^5+y^4+y^3+y^2+y^1)X3 which =
87,460,651,314,044,548,207,815,130,431,030 e-mail addresses.
According to US statistic, on the 9th of November 2009 (today) the worlds population is 6.796 billion, 6,796,000,000 people. This equates to 12,869,430,740,736,396,145,941 e-mail accounts per person. And thats if everyone in the world had an internet connection. Where as only about 10% of the world does.
If a person used only the 26 english alphabetic letter, including upper and lower case, making 52 characters, 4,338,288,417,226,779,052 e-mail addresses are possible. If everyone in the world had internet connection, this is 63,835,909 e-mail addresses per person. I personally don't have that many addresses. If people are making many accounts, the most I know anyone to have made is the same person made 6 accounts. For exagerations sake, lets say everyone in the world has ten e-mail addressed. This would still leave, using only the english alphabet, 4,338,288,349,266,779,052 e-mail accounts unused. This means you would still have a 99.9999984% chance that the combination of letters you want to use hasn't been used yet.
My second argument is that msn already monitors if people are using there accounts depending on how long it has been since they signed in (60 days and your account gets deleted).
Thirdly, if they charged all their customers $10US a month to use msn services, they would become the richest company in 2 years.
Fourthly and most importantly, it says you must copy and paste it into a new e-mail, but it also infers through it that it will detect your account is active by some form of marker attatched to the e-mail. This would not be carried across if you simply copied all the text. Thus, my point is proven. IT'S STUPID.
As a quick note, before todays main topic. Yes I did consume your souls upon halloween. It didn't please my appetite very much. But I thought you could do with a munchle.
Secondly should be noted is that today marked the beginning of the 2009 N.S.W. school certificate. Todays was the english exam first, from 9:20 until 11:30, consisting of 45 multiple choice, 6 short answer and two long answer responses. My creative story was about a set of keys that change the flow of time, transport you to different places, change colours and one key that allowed the main character to enter his own mind. Science was also today, after feeding upon a large double quarter pounder I went into the hall to do 50 multiple choice, 10 single word responses and 8 other long question sets. I know I got one question wrong. I said 5.2V, where the answer was 6V. Stupid Nathan. Ah well.
Now. For my main topic today. This extremely annoying spam e-mail people have been sending around for ages. Today, I would like to explain why it is stupid.
I will now copy the entire e-mail into the blog, for later refference.
Hi,
This is Tara and John, the directors of MSN,
Sorry for the interruption but MSN is closing down. This is because too many inconsiderate people are taking up all the name (e.g. Making up lots of different accounts for just one person, etc.), we only have 578 names left. If you would like to close your account, DO NOT SEND THIS MESSAGE ON. If you would like to keep your
Account, then SEND THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. This is no
joke, we will be shutting down the servers.
Send it on, thanks.
P.S.
WHO EVER DOES NOT SEND THIS MESSAGE, YOUR ACCOUNT WILL BE CLOSED AND IT WILL COST YOU 10.00 A MONTH TO USE. SEND THIS TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. NOW YOU
KNOW WHAT TO DO. PLEASE DO NOT FORWARD THIS or REPLAY. COPY THE WHOLE EMAIL.
GO BACK TO YOUR INBOX AND CLICK ON NEW. AND PASTE THANK YOU FOR YOUR
ATTENTION.
This is no joke if you don't believe us then go to this site:
http://news.BBC.co.UK/1/hi/business/1189119.stm
and see for yourself. Anyways once you've sent this message to at least 18 contacts, your MSN icon will become blue. Please copy and paste don't forward because people wont read
Now that thats over with. Here are problems with it. In the opening line, it mentions Tara and John as the directors of MSN. MSN simply put is Microsoft Network. Which is directed by many more people than just two. Directors In Microsoft Named John results in four names. Two of which are regional directors, nothing important, and one who is an engineer for microsoft. John Richards however, is a director of "Windows Live Platform." I have found no mention of a Tara so far as a director, other than in south west european countries. I should also note that John Richards was the name of a judge who worked on the Salem Witch Trials.
Now to the more obvious things. For starters. When it says people are taking up all the usernames. Excluding asian characters, there are 1401 characters that may be used in making your e-mail. Thus if someone uses just 5 characters in creating their e-mail address, there will be 5,397,475,459,607,001 possibilities. When creating your e-mail with hotmail, you also have a choice of three domains. So using only five characters in your e-mail address there are 16,192,426,378,821,003 possibilities. I personally have 12 characters in my e-mail address, and surfing through my contacts I see the average person has at least 10 characters.
If the maximum number of characters that could be used in an e-mail were 10, the formula for how many e-mails could be made would be
[if y = 1401] (y^10+y^9+y^8+y^7+y^6+y^5+y^4+y^3+y^2+y^1)X3 which =
87,460,651,314,044,548,207,815,130,431,030 e-mail addresses.
According to US statistic, on the 9th of November 2009 (today) the worlds population is 6.796 billion, 6,796,000,000 people. This equates to 12,869,430,740,736,396,145,941 e-mail accounts per person. And thats if everyone in the world had an internet connection. Where as only about 10% of the world does.
If a person used only the 26 english alphabetic letter, including upper and lower case, making 52 characters, 4,338,288,417,226,779,052 e-mail addresses are possible. If everyone in the world had internet connection, this is 63,835,909 e-mail addresses per person. I personally don't have that many addresses. If people are making many accounts, the most I know anyone to have made is the same person made 6 accounts. For exagerations sake, lets say everyone in the world has ten e-mail addressed. This would still leave, using only the english alphabet, 4,338,288,349,266,779,052 e-mail accounts unused. This means you would still have a 99.9999984% chance that the combination of letters you want to use hasn't been used yet.
My second argument is that msn already monitors if people are using there accounts depending on how long it has been since they signed in (60 days and your account gets deleted).
Thirdly, if they charged all their customers $10US a month to use msn services, they would become the richest company in 2 years.
Fourthly and most importantly, it says you must copy and paste it into a new e-mail, but it also infers through it that it will detect your account is active by some form of marker attatched to the e-mail. This would not be carried across if you simply copied all the text. Thus, my point is proven. IT'S STUPID.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
In sickened rooms burnt.. vicious vacuum.. caught in my throat, gurgling the glass.
I know it has been almost a fortnight since thine last did post a blogment but I shall continue from whence we left our heroes in their last adventure.
Saturday. We woked up upon an hour in the time known as morning and transported ourselves (through the application of walking) up the hill from our tents to the so called "breakfast hall" where most people were eating cereal. But being the massive rebel I am, I had to have uncooked sardines (4) which were still covered in the liquid they seemed to have secreated into the tin they were packed in. Nice and slimy. This delicious meal was infrequented by an apple popper, so my sense of taste and sanity could survive the slime.. When these had been finished I began my snacking upon honey coated cashews. Gathering warmer gear and ski boots, we entered the cars and began the drive from the caravan park to the snow feilds to start the day's skiing. 40 minutes past now and we arrived, the first 100 metres took ten minutes, where we learnt how to go up hill and in straight lines.. complex stuff I know.
The next 5 hours were spent on the same hill, going up and down, getting very wet and sore, in which were included lightening in the distance, partial white-out conditions and lots of rain.
After we were all incredibly wet and soaked we attempted skiing back to the entrance, removed the skis and walked to the nordic hall (a small shelter in the middle of a massive complex of buildings). We placed our skis and stocks (those walking stick shaped things that skiers hold) agianst the wall and took off all that was wet and hung it up to dry. This included discovering my water-proof pants had a huge rip down the middle (probably from splitting my legs on the snow), and in the attempt to remove them, one of the legs ripped off completely. Which eventuated in them being thrown out. We discovered that those hand dryers in bath rooms are a really good way of warming your hands up. And then ate lunch. Or at least, I was going to, before I found sand through my bag. At which someone gave me a bun with salami and cheese upon it. Finishing lunch we walked across to one of the shopping districts where we purchased coke and coffee (balanced diet, I know) and then looked around for about half an hour. Everyone working there seemed to be roughly 12 or 13 years old.. Then we walked back to the nordic centre and tied the skis to the roof of the cars and put the stocks in the back of the cars and then found our seat and drove back to the caravan park. Upon return we placed all of the wet gear in the drying room and I got dressed for the Sauna. Which I must say wasn't actually that warm. Although I think if you leant against the wall it'd look like you'd been lying on a grill. And a prime opportunity to see how fat people are.. and stroke Fletcher.. after half an hour followed by a minute in the cold shower the people in the spa finally got out, whence I entered the spa with a few other people.. after 3 or 4 cycles of the spa I did go to my tent after drying and finally !FREAKING FINALLY! got my phone again. Since that morning.. 9 or 10 hours without texting.. :(
But anyway.. then we got our money and hoppledy poppledy got into the cars for a trip to Jindabyne, to go to the "Bowling club" which initially confused me as I wondered why a restaraunt would be with a ten pin bowling place.. and then realised it wasn't that kind of bowling. It was old peoples bowling. I purchased the soup of the day and the rump steak with vegetables and potato. Due to the only place for drinks to be sold was at the bar, which was illegal for myself to go to.. I had to get one of the people above such an age as 18 to step 30 cm's over the tiles :S to buy me a coke. I also then ordered the garlic bread. Once finished this consumptionarialismtastical feast of mine we drove across and down the road to woolworths. Where I bought 1.2L of Coke, peanut M&M's and a copy of Girlfriend magazine and Cosmopolitan magazine. There are two noticeable differences between these magazines. Girlfriend is of the impression most guys are idiots and girls should stay away from them, and cosmopolitan is of the opinion every guy is a sex addict and that to control them all you need to do is learn particular techniques. I.e. Girlfriend largely opposes sex on the most forward front, and cosmopolitan hails it.
Back at the caravan park again I ate my M&M's and then at 9:30, from everyone being so ridiculously tired, they went to bed, and I went along so as not to disturbe them later, and continued texting. Until sleep. Next Time. The Adventures of Sunday. Which I am planning to post after the meal of dinner. ta-ta.
Saturday. We woked up upon an hour in the time known as morning and transported ourselves (through the application of walking) up the hill from our tents to the so called "breakfast hall" where most people were eating cereal. But being the massive rebel I am, I had to have uncooked sardines (4) which were still covered in the liquid they seemed to have secreated into the tin they were packed in. Nice and slimy. This delicious meal was infrequented by an apple popper, so my sense of taste and sanity could survive the slime.. When these had been finished I began my snacking upon honey coated cashews. Gathering warmer gear and ski boots, we entered the cars and began the drive from the caravan park to the snow feilds to start the day's skiing. 40 minutes past now and we arrived, the first 100 metres took ten minutes, where we learnt how to go up hill and in straight lines.. complex stuff I know.
The next 5 hours were spent on the same hill, going up and down, getting very wet and sore, in which were included lightening in the distance, partial white-out conditions and lots of rain.
After we were all incredibly wet and soaked we attempted skiing back to the entrance, removed the skis and walked to the nordic hall (a small shelter in the middle of a massive complex of buildings). We placed our skis and stocks (those walking stick shaped things that skiers hold) agianst the wall and took off all that was wet and hung it up to dry. This included discovering my water-proof pants had a huge rip down the middle (probably from splitting my legs on the snow), and in the attempt to remove them, one of the legs ripped off completely. Which eventuated in them being thrown out. We discovered that those hand dryers in bath rooms are a really good way of warming your hands up. And then ate lunch. Or at least, I was going to, before I found sand through my bag. At which someone gave me a bun with salami and cheese upon it. Finishing lunch we walked across to one of the shopping districts where we purchased coke and coffee (balanced diet, I know) and then looked around for about half an hour. Everyone working there seemed to be roughly 12 or 13 years old.. Then we walked back to the nordic centre and tied the skis to the roof of the cars and put the stocks in the back of the cars and then found our seat and drove back to the caravan park. Upon return we placed all of the wet gear in the drying room and I got dressed for the Sauna. Which I must say wasn't actually that warm. Although I think if you leant against the wall it'd look like you'd been lying on a grill. And a prime opportunity to see how fat people are.. and stroke Fletcher.. after half an hour followed by a minute in the cold shower the people in the spa finally got out, whence I entered the spa with a few other people.. after 3 or 4 cycles of the spa I did go to my tent after drying and finally !FREAKING FINALLY! got my phone again. Since that morning.. 9 or 10 hours without texting.. :(
But anyway.. then we got our money and hoppledy poppledy got into the cars for a trip to Jindabyne, to go to the "Bowling club" which initially confused me as I wondered why a restaraunt would be with a ten pin bowling place.. and then realised it wasn't that kind of bowling. It was old peoples bowling. I purchased the soup of the day and the rump steak with vegetables and potato. Due to the only place for drinks to be sold was at the bar, which was illegal for myself to go to.. I had to get one of the people above such an age as 18 to step 30 cm's over the tiles :S to buy me a coke. I also then ordered the garlic bread. Once finished this consumptionarialismtastical feast of mine we drove across and down the road to woolworths. Where I bought 1.2L of Coke, peanut M&M's and a copy of Girlfriend magazine and Cosmopolitan magazine. There are two noticeable differences between these magazines. Girlfriend is of the impression most guys are idiots and girls should stay away from them, and cosmopolitan is of the opinion every guy is a sex addict and that to control them all you need to do is learn particular techniques. I.e. Girlfriend largely opposes sex on the most forward front, and cosmopolitan hails it.
Back at the caravan park again I ate my M&M's and then at 9:30, from everyone being so ridiculously tired, they went to bed, and I went along so as not to disturbe them later, and continued texting. Until sleep. Next Time. The Adventures of Sunday. Which I am planning to post after the meal of dinner. ta-ta.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
My spite, Manifesting, Into Maggots Untame, Eating any Hope, Consuming any Chance of Redemption.
Walk-oh-thon: Was on Friday, somewhat 5 days ago, and was brilliant. I caught a later bus to school and ran from the station to make sure I didn't miss the start of the walking, only to sit at the assembly for a further 20 minutes after arriving. At the beginning of the walking I twas having a fine perabulationment with Sarah, Michele and PJ. But then Michele and PJ started walking slowly like slow people so I spent, what? 10:00 till 3:35 (5 and a half hours = Yay) walking around the backroads of Penrith with Sarah :)
In the friday evening time-slot, I was driven along with my luggage (Known to be the only Venturer who takes a suitcase as opposed to a hiking bag, and also the only scout who ever took a book on a hike, for reference it was the hobbit..) and arrived at a house not too far away, of the Stepnewski family, family friends, employer, similar residence people etc etc. as the plan was because we would shortly be embarking on a 6 hours drive and so i was being driven with them, as Miles and Meister Stepnewski were coming along, and so was their affiliated sister/daughter, Amy, and her husband, Daniel. The plan was initially to leave at 4:30, however we did not end up leaving until around 6:00. It was a rough hour drive before meeting Amy and Daniel who would be traveling in the back seat with me, and then another hour or so before arriving at Goulburn, where I purchased a McDonalds meal consisting of a double quarter pounder, a large chips, and large sprite, while I waited at the counter for about 12 minutes before recieving my meal. Another 2 hours drive before arriving at Cooma were we picked up ski hire gear, I was size 42 in the boots and BC821 in ski length. Yet another 2 hours drive put us in Jindabyne, where we set up tents and gear at 00:42 a.m. Considering the length of the next two days, I shall leave the story hear, and pursue it further in my next blog. Next time, the adventures of Skiing on Saturday.
In the friday evening time-slot, I was driven along with my luggage (Known to be the only Venturer who takes a suitcase as opposed to a hiking bag, and also the only scout who ever took a book on a hike, for reference it was the hobbit..) and arrived at a house not too far away, of the Stepnewski family, family friends, employer, similar residence people etc etc. as the plan was because we would shortly be embarking on a 6 hours drive and so i was being driven with them, as Miles and Meister Stepnewski were coming along, and so was their affiliated sister/daughter, Amy, and her husband, Daniel. The plan was initially to leave at 4:30, however we did not end up leaving until around 6:00. It was a rough hour drive before meeting Amy and Daniel who would be traveling in the back seat with me, and then another hour or so before arriving at Goulburn, where I purchased a McDonalds meal consisting of a double quarter pounder, a large chips, and large sprite, while I waited at the counter for about 12 minutes before recieving my meal. Another 2 hours drive before arriving at Cooma were we picked up ski hire gear, I was size 42 in the boots and BC821 in ski length. Yet another 2 hours drive put us in Jindabyne, where we set up tents and gear at 00:42 a.m. Considering the length of the next two days, I shall leave the story hear, and pursue it further in my next blog. Next time, the adventures of Skiing on Saturday.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Make out to the Setting-Sun. Sink the Sun. So sink my fucking Sun.. Sink my fucking Sixth Sun..
Yesterday. Umm. Instead of the usual "bus and walk home" trip I hung around the Penrith Local Library, browsing their range of books, and I scored 100% on Yrs K-2 Maths! However, moving on from this rapid development, I met a Lloyd, whom lives upon a block of land only a 5 minutes walk from mine own house. We waited for his mother to pick us up for roughly 30 minutes, in this time swiping all of our cards through the keyboard swipers in the library, before Lloyd's mother texted us, so we walked over the road and traversed all the way to a small chinese restaraunt in Glenmore park, having duck, pork, prawns and chicken I believe. After such an event we locomotored to their house before Lloyd's mother left and we went and said hello to his pet bird, who shit down the side of my face.. which was rather thrilling. I then found out how much I really really suck at WWII aviation fighting games.. At home I got $172.5
Today. Well.. In the morning, the bus driver decided his indicators weren't working properly, so he consumed our souls with his evil masterminded plot of driving into the bus depot and getting maintenance to check his front lights. And then he decided not the let me off before the school.. so getting off the bus I walked back to a shop and got credit ($30). In History I think I stunned people with my amazing windmilling.. and then IST was fairly boring. Then instead of walking to StreamWatch today, I caught the table tennis bus, unlike the poor tennis people who had to wait, I just jumped in line. After the amazingly eye-opening and awe-inspiring experience of a bus trip to the tennis courts, I walked back to the plaza and bought M&M's, then back to the tennis courts. At streamwatch today we had very important quality assurance tests to do. After Sport, Mr. Beves drove me, Amanda and some year 8 kid back to school, dropping Amanda off at her house, me and the year 8 kid had to help Beves carry stuff up to the Geo Staff Room. After this, I snuck over the road to Aldi, to purchase a copy of Alice in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass, The Little Prince, and my favourite, The Brothers Grimm, by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. Such amazing stories. But then walking back to school, I met Sarah and then walked to Red Rooster with her, buying chips, and then we kept walking to Penrith Station. After Sarah left to catch her bus, I walked over to the plaza, intending to get something to drink, before I ran into Zoe, Lucinda, Phoenix and Chantal who I then spent the next hour or so with shopping, buying Melissa her birthday presents, which is apparently tomorrow. I boughted a freakin' rake. It's name is Jephyrson. Going through a book display, Chantal pointed out and convinced me to buy a book Great Sex: For long-lasting relationships or something like that.. and then we went to the K-Mart area, and sat down, and got the book out, only as Miss Sullivan walked past and looked at me and grinned rather slyly as she usually seems to do.. although i have no idea what I've done to earn this particular expression it still amazes me. Then I sat at Penrith Station for 40 minutes. Then went home. Then went to Venturers, which was brilliant. That is the days.
Worthless to the Divider, "Sum"thing to the Sender..
Today. Well.. In the morning, the bus driver decided his indicators weren't working properly, so he consumed our souls with his evil masterminded plot of driving into the bus depot and getting maintenance to check his front lights. And then he decided not the let me off before the school.. so getting off the bus I walked back to a shop and got credit ($30). In History I think I stunned people with my amazing windmilling.. and then IST was fairly boring. Then instead of walking to StreamWatch today, I caught the table tennis bus, unlike the poor tennis people who had to wait, I just jumped in line. After the amazingly eye-opening and awe-inspiring experience of a bus trip to the tennis courts, I walked back to the plaza and bought M&M's, then back to the tennis courts. At streamwatch today we had very important quality assurance tests to do. After Sport, Mr. Beves drove me, Amanda and some year 8 kid back to school, dropping Amanda off at her house, me and the year 8 kid had to help Beves carry stuff up to the Geo Staff Room. After this, I snuck over the road to Aldi, to purchase a copy of Alice in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass, The Little Prince, and my favourite, The Brothers Grimm, by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. Such amazing stories. But then walking back to school, I met Sarah and then walked to Red Rooster with her, buying chips, and then we kept walking to Penrith Station. After Sarah left to catch her bus, I walked over to the plaza, intending to get something to drink, before I ran into Zoe, Lucinda, Phoenix and Chantal who I then spent the next hour or so with shopping, buying Melissa her birthday presents, which is apparently tomorrow. I boughted a freakin' rake. It's name is Jephyrson. Going through a book display, Chantal pointed out and convinced me to buy a book Great Sex: For long-lasting relationships or something like that.. and then we went to the K-Mart area, and sat down, and got the book out, only as Miss Sullivan walked past and looked at me and grinned rather slyly as she usually seems to do.. although i have no idea what I've done to earn this particular expression it still amazes me. Then I sat at Penrith Station for 40 minutes. Then went home. Then went to Venturers, which was brilliant. That is the days.
Worthless to the Divider, "Sum"thing to the Sender..
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Leaving, you're leaving me like "liquida", melted ice, my broken crown. Now you'll live one more day without your tongue.
Atropos the Afflictor.
Beyond Bifrost.
Crippling Carnage.
Decieve the Darkness.
Eternal Ether.
Frozen Fear.
Gears of a Garrison.
Hunting through Hubris.
Isolated Islands.
-This is the Vestibule of Vermin-
Beyond Bifrost.
Crippling Carnage.
Decieve the Darkness.
Eternal Ether.
Frozen Fear.
Gears of a Garrison.
Hunting through Hubris.
Isolated Islands.
-This is the Vestibule of Vermin-
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Sinking, Sundering, It's a dead-weight. Sinking through thickening Undergrowth, It's sickening..
Saturday past consisted of Sleep. Followed by periods of awakeness. Then on Sunday also included delivering of half the Gazettes.
Gazettes you see are the form of leaflet I deliver during the middle of each month, for which I am paid $40. And I can't remember how long I've been delivering them. But at least 6 years minimum.. This has led to also being paid to deliver leaflets through my local area by the Syndey Water Board, and a shop up the road from where I live, the Mulgoa Friendly Grocer. On a delivery a number of months ago, I walked into the local real estate, the newely developed one, this time with a door that seems to actually be open throughout the day, as opposed to the old set up of what appeared to be the escaped portion of a prison wall. And on the odd chance it was open, walking into the shop you would be instantly met by an extremely old and very angry lady sitting behind a very tall desk.
This new development of delivering a gazette to the real estate office was met by a fine chap, whom offered me a rather spiffing position of a rather plus sum to the current rate I am paid, for handing out a leaflet for him at the same time as the gazette, effectively doubling my pay.
Months on from this encounter, I ventured into the real estate yesterday (monday 17th) afternoon to find the same person within. Reminding him of his suggestion to me, he quickly gathered a number (180) of magnets in the shape of Australia.. with the details of his agency written upon them. For this, I was paid an extra $20.
So after finishing all of my deliveries I was paid a total of $60, which I recieved this morning. It has all been spent. Except for 35 cents.. My purchases of the day include the new DevilDriver album, Pray for Villains, which is incredibly amazing. However this awesome purchase was not of the regular copy, but of a much envied Limited Edition. After this, I also purchased a tad of breakfast, and a tad of lunchment at school. When I attended to the plaza again in the time frame of afternoonness I spent an hour vandalising the air in Big W by breathing rather rapidly, just to test peoples awaredness of hyperventilation. And then I tested hypoventilation. Collapsing on the floor as I now see, simply made me look like an idiot. I then purchased the two DVD's, 28 Days Later and 28 Weeks Later. I then spent a rough amount of 30 minutes in the library.
And then about 2 hours at a friends house..
And then Walked home..
And washed up..
And got online..
And complained..
And blogged..
Goodnacht mein victim.
Gazettes you see are the form of leaflet I deliver during the middle of each month, for which I am paid $40. And I can't remember how long I've been delivering them. But at least 6 years minimum.. This has led to also being paid to deliver leaflets through my local area by the Syndey Water Board, and a shop up the road from where I live, the Mulgoa Friendly Grocer. On a delivery a number of months ago, I walked into the local real estate, the newely developed one, this time with a door that seems to actually be open throughout the day, as opposed to the old set up of what appeared to be the escaped portion of a prison wall. And on the odd chance it was open, walking into the shop you would be instantly met by an extremely old and very angry lady sitting behind a very tall desk.
This new development of delivering a gazette to the real estate office was met by a fine chap, whom offered me a rather spiffing position of a rather plus sum to the current rate I am paid, for handing out a leaflet for him at the same time as the gazette, effectively doubling my pay.
Months on from this encounter, I ventured into the real estate yesterday (monday 17th) afternoon to find the same person within. Reminding him of his suggestion to me, he quickly gathered a number (180) of magnets in the shape of Australia.. with the details of his agency written upon them. For this, I was paid an extra $20.
So after finishing all of my deliveries I was paid a total of $60, which I recieved this morning. It has all been spent. Except for 35 cents.. My purchases of the day include the new DevilDriver album, Pray for Villains, which is incredibly amazing. However this awesome purchase was not of the regular copy, but of a much envied Limited Edition. After this, I also purchased a tad of breakfast, and a tad of lunchment at school. When I attended to the plaza again in the time frame of afternoonness I spent an hour vandalising the air in Big W by breathing rather rapidly, just to test peoples awaredness of hyperventilation. And then I tested hypoventilation. Collapsing on the floor as I now see, simply made me look like an idiot. I then purchased the two DVD's, 28 Days Later and 28 Weeks Later. I then spent a rough amount of 30 minutes in the library.
And then about 2 hours at a friends house..
And then Walked home..
And washed up..
And got online..
And complained..
And blogged..
Goodnacht mein victim.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Dachshund of the day.
Lump, the pet of Pablo Picasso, who was thought to have inspired some of his artwork. (Pronounced: loomp; German for "Rascal") Picasso & Lump: A Dachshund's Odyssey tells the story of Picasso and Lump.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
School hath returned.
Well the holidays were an interesting time. I believe in the first week I saw The Hangover and the most recent Harry Potter release. The Hangover was an alright comedy, and Harry Potter was indeed quite an atrocity. But I shall bitch more about the homosexuality of Harry Potter when the seventh film comes out. Then in the second week, I spent a day annoying shop owners in Penrith, a day in Sydney most likely annoying annoying people on the streets..
Tuesday yesterday was the time for return to the locationalised institutional complex of education, a.k.a. school. Having approached the day on the assumption that I had not slept in the last 5 days, it was rather daunting to find that on the first day back I had the amazing unluck to have a) both subjects I have still have outstanding work from last term to hand in (Wood Work, now due Friday, and Elective History) and b) both maths and english. However english this term will become a plus subject as the Vines!eth has returned. To my grand suprise I find on my apparition at the school in the morning that my entire grade will be having neither maths nor english that day, as we have much important elective choices to make. However I almost fainted in Asboth's speech, so I was escorted from the hall by Driscoll and Clark.
As a note, for my all important elective choices for next year, as we must choose 12 subjects, and 2 of those are mandatorially english, my precious remaining 10 units that I may actually choose I shall devide into: Physics (2 units), Chemistry (2 Units), Maths + Extension (3 units), Photography (1 unit) and Engineering studies (2 units).
Today was indeed a day, catching a bus 30 minutes earlier than the one I am supposed to, and 1 hour prior to the bus that I normally catch, to traverse the Penrith Plaza in order to make a purchasement at Woolworths, total summing $16.75...
I continued to school and attended first period where I found I am terribly behind in history..
Other stuff happened..
The day ensued..
Gay face stuff happened..
Thought..
Did other stuff..
Blogged.
Tuesday yesterday was the time for return to the locationalised institutional complex of education, a.k.a. school. Having approached the day on the assumption that I had not slept in the last 5 days, it was rather daunting to find that on the first day back I had the amazing unluck to have a) both subjects I have still have outstanding work from last term to hand in (Wood Work, now due Friday, and Elective History) and b) both maths and english. However english this term will become a plus subject as the Vines!eth has returned. To my grand suprise I find on my apparition at the school in the morning that my entire grade will be having neither maths nor english that day, as we have much important elective choices to make. However I almost fainted in Asboth's speech, so I was escorted from the hall by Driscoll and Clark.
As a note, for my all important elective choices for next year, as we must choose 12 subjects, and 2 of those are mandatorially english, my precious remaining 10 units that I may actually choose I shall devide into: Physics (2 units), Chemistry (2 Units), Maths + Extension (3 units), Photography (1 unit) and Engineering studies (2 units).
Today was indeed a day, catching a bus 30 minutes earlier than the one I am supposed to, and 1 hour prior to the bus that I normally catch, to traverse the Penrith Plaza in order to make a purchasement at Woolworths, total summing $16.75...
I continued to school and attended first period where I found I am terribly behind in history..
Other stuff happened..
The day ensued..
Gay face stuff happened..
Thought..
Did other stuff..
Blogged.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Second Day of the holidays
Hmm. Well yesterday was ok. All I remember about it was vacuuming and watching the Saw movie.. and then this morning.. was so terrible..
At 1:30-ish. Started to tremble. Then started to feel like I was on fire and being scratched at. This got worse until the state of roughly an inferno and claws.
At 2:30-ish. Felt like ropes were being tied around me and started to convulse in electric shock, while still burning
At 3:30-ish. Cuts started to feel like knives and then I couldn't breath. Started to writhe and tore straight through my shirt.
At 4:30-ish. Pain knocked me out..
Woke up at 7:00 to find I had scars covering my torso and feet and laceration marks on my wrists and neck and burn marks up my arms and legs. Followed by finding claw marks in my desk and cupboards and black fur on the floor.
At about midday got up and on the computer.
Then church.
Then home.
Then blog.
Soon to sleep.
At 1:30-ish. Started to tremble. Then started to feel like I was on fire and being scratched at. This got worse until the state of roughly an inferno and claws.
At 2:30-ish. Felt like ropes were being tied around me and started to convulse in electric shock, while still burning
At 3:30-ish. Cuts started to feel like knives and then I couldn't breath. Started to writhe and tore straight through my shirt.
At 4:30-ish. Pain knocked me out..
Woke up at 7:00 to find I had scars covering my torso and feet and laceration marks on my wrists and neck and burn marks up my arms and legs. Followed by finding claw marks in my desk and cupboards and black fur on the floor.
At about midday got up and on the computer.
Then church.
Then home.
Then blog.
Soon to sleep.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Birthday, which happened to be 3 days ago.
Well. My birthday, turning 16 this year, was 3 days ago, on the 5th. Of July. And I woke up at 6:00 and then went to sleep at 8:00 and woke up at 9:30 to find presents arranged in a pattern on the lounge room floor. These included "Shades of Deep Purple", "Deep Purple" and "Deep Purple in Rock" the albums by the band "Deep Purple" followed by "Masters of Reality" and "Vol. 4" by "Black Sabbath" followed by a "Deep Purple" shirt, with Pegasus on the front of the shirt. After this was the "Monk: Season 5", a book of 1001 puzzles, a 60-day prepaid WoW card and a $100 gift card to JB Hi-Fi. Yesterday I went to JB and used the card along with 55 cents to purchase "Supernatural: Season 3", "Quarantine", "Saw: A trilogy" (the first three Saw movies), "Persona" by the band "Karnivool" and some new headphones. Later in the day (the 5th again) we had pizza for dinner, getting a family sized pizza from a local shop called "Little Nero." Which I have on good sources is italian and rather racist for "Little Black." We decided to get the meat themed pizza and the "Nero's Delight" as a half/half pizza, along with two garlic breads. This was eaten along with three bottles of grape flavoured beverages and followed by a $4 woolworths chocolate mudcake.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
LUNA PARK
Even though this happened yesterday I am still going to bloggle about it.
Yesterday was LUNA PARK day. To which the entire family did Attend
Well. Mother said it was required to be up and dressed by 8:00 as she was planning to leave by 8:20. So knowing what was likely to happen I got up and dressed in the five minutes prior to this. And then walked around for about 20 minutes being bored.
Getting in the car at 8:40, we arrived at the Joshua's Residence and walked through Paramatta park until arrival at the rivercat wharf. For the next hour everyone was complaining about temperature and the woman selling tickets wasn't very good at maths. Arriving at Circular Quay, we purchased tickets to a ferry and traversed the harbour to Luna Park.
Daniel and I purchased "Go wild" passes while Mother, Father and the Josh all purchased "Go Silly" passes, which I must say, are not hardcore. My barcode was 4022619 and my bonus offer was a "Free Upgrade to Large Popcorn with Purchase of Regular Popcorn"
On every ride for the next 5 or so hours I had to put up with Daniel screaming in my ear that he was going to throw up. Then we traversed the harbour back to Circular Quay and took a 40? minute walk around Sydney to see lighting displays. Upon return to Kings Cross Station we bought tickets and missed the train. So we crossed to the other platform and caught the next train which left in another 10 minutes. Switching at Central we caught a train from central to Strathfield where it was required to change to a bus. By my clever realisation, on a bus absolutely packed with asians and other ethnic people, my family, the only caucasians I could see on the bus, took up the entire backseat, HOW HARDCORE IS THAT!!! anyway.. then we got off and caughted a train from Paramatta to Westmead and walked. Arriving at a bank to make a withdrawral I made a nuisance of myself by pulling out one of the signs in the bank window and then failed to re-install it. Then we walked to the Joshua Residence and waved goodbye. Then drove. And bought deluxe cheeseburgers at McDonalds. Then arrived home.
Yesterday was LUNA PARK day. To which the entire family did Attend
Well. Mother said it was required to be up and dressed by 8:00 as she was planning to leave by 8:20. So knowing what was likely to happen I got up and dressed in the five minutes prior to this. And then walked around for about 20 minutes being bored.
Getting in the car at 8:40, we arrived at the Joshua's Residence and walked through Paramatta park until arrival at the rivercat wharf. For the next hour everyone was complaining about temperature and the woman selling tickets wasn't very good at maths. Arriving at Circular Quay, we purchased tickets to a ferry and traversed the harbour to Luna Park.
Daniel and I purchased "Go wild" passes while Mother, Father and the Josh all purchased "Go Silly" passes, which I must say, are not hardcore. My barcode was 4022619 and my bonus offer was a "Free Upgrade to Large Popcorn with Purchase of Regular Popcorn"
On every ride for the next 5 or so hours I had to put up with Daniel screaming in my ear that he was going to throw up. Then we traversed the harbour back to Circular Quay and took a 40? minute walk around Sydney to see lighting displays. Upon return to Kings Cross Station we bought tickets and missed the train. So we crossed to the other platform and caught the next train which left in another 10 minutes. Switching at Central we caught a train from central to Strathfield where it was required to change to a bus. By my clever realisation, on a bus absolutely packed with asians and other ethnic people, my family, the only caucasians I could see on the bus, took up the entire backseat, HOW HARDCORE IS THAT!!! anyway.. then we got off and caughted a train from Paramatta to Westmead and walked. Arriving at a bank to make a withdrawral I made a nuisance of myself by pulling out one of the signs in the bank window and then failed to re-install it. Then we walked to the Joshua Residence and waved goodbye. Then drove. And bought deluxe cheeseburgers at McDonalds. Then arrived home.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Tonight.
What is happening tonight? Well. Lets start with dinner. I had dinner. As in, I consumed the contents implied to be my evening meal.
Then? I attempted to start my english essay. Which was due a few days ago. And I haven't started it yet. But thats okay. I don't want to do it.
Next I decided to expand my awesomely owning kingdom in the really basic and easy to masted online game "Travian" and apparently my rank at the moment is 5896/12649.
Then I decided to go to the toilet. As I had needed to for quite some time. That has been tonights series.
I shall Not be posting for the weekend. As I shall be away XD bye.
Then? I attempted to start my english essay. Which was due a few days ago. And I haven't started it yet. But thats okay. I don't want to do it.
Next I decided to expand my awesomely owning kingdom in the really basic and easy to masted online game "Travian" and apparently my rank at the moment is 5896/12649.
Then I decided to go to the toilet. As I had needed to for quite some time. That has been tonights series.
I shall Not be posting for the weekend. As I shall be away XD bye.
Speculations
Considering I doubt many people will actually read my blog I could waffle on for hours and hours about anything I wanted to and the first to complain would be the site's automatic filtering..
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