Basically, I win.
I haven’t moved from bed all day.
I have been sitting down for so long, everything bellow my belly button is either numb or aching.
Yeah, I’m sick, but this, this is… obscene.
I’m going for a run at midnight to try and reverse some of the most likely horrifying tissue damage that I would have attained as a result of today’s sheer awe inspiring laziness.
On a plus side, I finished my saurus calvary!
Bert: So what? I gotta go!
woman: BERT! Friday.. night.
Bert: Why does every week gotta have a Friday night in it?” —Evil Toons (1992)
Dam you Toowoomba.
You’ve made me hate something I use to love.
In Charleville and Brisbane when it rained, it would be all pleasant and fun.
Rain in Toowoomba is horrid and depressing.
I can’t even appriciate the sound of rain on the roof any more.
Oh, what’s that? It’s raining again? Great. No clean clothes for another week.
Dam you unnecessarily large spoon.
Why weren’t any of your smaller counterparts clean?
I can’t eat sugar with this oversized bitch and the edges are sharp and pointy.
It doesn’t even fit inside my mouth properly.
I can’t even appreciate the sugar, I am so distracted by the inadequacies of this spoon.
Oh, what’s that? You’re just going to rest me on the edge of the cup? Oh okay, I’ll just flip out and spread sugar everywhere.
Dam you year eleven students in my IPT class.
Why are you so unbelievably stupid?
There is a siginificant difference between IPT and ICT. No, you WON’T be learning “how to aah like make like websites and like stuff like that”.
Think for your fucking selves once in a while.
If you spent the same amount of time actually trying to do the work instead of complaining about it, then I’m sure IPT would be one of the most productive classes in the fucking school.
I am full of rage o_o……
I’m sorry, I’m going to be a bit mystical and silly in my post today. Well, you may think that, but I think it’s rather fascinating.
Last year, I use to talk to this boy online on most days. We went to the same school together but rarely spoke face to face. It wasn’t a particularly large school and we weren’t in particularly opposite “friendship groups”, we just never spoke.
April this year was the last time I ever talked to him on msn and I haven’t particularly thought about him since. Don’t get me wrong, I really miss talking to this guy, he was one of the most intelligent people I know, I just haven’t actively pined for his online companionship. (That line is a lie)
But I keep having these dreams.
Last time I saw him, was when I visited my old school in about… march? Again, we didn’t speak.. I jumped around and was happy with my friends.. But he did look at me. There’s this place at my old school where we had bean bags and other seat types things and then a balcony with a floor to ceiling glass ceiling in between. He was outside being all cool and I was inside being, well, not.
Every now and then, I see him in my dreams, giving me that exact same look he gave me that day. Again, we never speak, though I always want to. He’s never the focus of my dreams, but he’s there on the sidelines, as on of the faces in the crowds.
I don’t usually think about him. Until I have those dreams. Like I did last night.
My job is so fucking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless.
The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on make-up.
She is extremely self-centred and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself.
She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet.
Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10.
I’m not sure she even showers, much less shaves her “womanly” parts.
I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead.
In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work.
He probably hasn’t been sober any time in the last ten years, and he’s only 22.
He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960’s, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work.
Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke.
Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing.
Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonald’s and Burger King, every single fucking day.
Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.
First of all, I would like to say, it appears I have three new followers.
That brings the total up to 13.
Wow. And the last three weren’t even people I know.
Actually, I shouldn’t be getting ahead of myself here, I’m not sure if any of my 13 followers actually read my blog thing.
But enough of the emo nonsense.
I haven’t written anything in a while and I feel that, hypothetically, I owe it to my 13 fans to deliver them what they follow for.
I don’t want to tell you about how my life is going (pretty dam well, by the way, except for that slight incident…)
Maybe I’ll review Inception. I need to get my review juices following again. Apparently I have to do something of the sort for English. Though I’m pretty sure thats a critical analyses.
Hah, they think they can defeat me with their faux-english film analysis task. Thanks to QACI, I eat film analysis like tic tacs.
I hate tic tacs…
But I digress.
Now, the one question we must ask ourselves when reviewing a film like Inception is, “Does it live up to the hype?”
The usual answer would be no, because nothing ever does.
But, I have to shamefully admit, before seeing the status updates on facebook saying “This movie is fucking awesome, blow my brain right out of the back of my head…etc” I hadn’t really heard much about it.
I do recall seeing an annoyingly loud trailer for it some time back in June (?) but sources are still to verify wether that trailer was in fact for Inception or just some other action flick that went straight to video.
The most memorable part of the movie was Dually leaning his head on my shoulder and ki- Wait, that wasn’t in the movie…
OK, so the long and short of it is, I wasn’t paying much attention.
More could have been made of Ellen Page’s character and the fact she was dubbed the greatest architect THAT EVER LIVED and various other characters in the movie could have had more of a point to them, or pushed further into the background.
I felt like there was a big bunch of middle characters. Characters that’s not quite background, but not quite main players. They just sort of cluttered up the screen. And Leonardo Decraprio’s character could have had more of a lone wolf feel to him.
I have a sneaky feeling that this film could have just been Christopher Nolan trying to prove some sort of point.
LOOK! I can make it look awesome without it being 3-D!
LOOK! I can have a storyline that’s NOT based on a book!
Original storyline and no 3-D. My two kudos for this film.
And no, it wasn’t confusing, it made perfect sense.
They were going inside people’s dreams.
Okay, I’m going to stop typing now. Brain failing.
Penny: But what about your clothes?
Billy: (Looks in washing machine) I don’t love these.” —
-Dr Horrible’s Sing Along Blog
Yes, I am currently watching it.
Billy (Dr Horrible): (quite calmly) So I am. Hilarious.
-Billy starts whimpering slightly-” —Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog
I’m in art class.
Photoshop is our current task for this term.
But now, I leave the tacky found images tp one side for a moment and waste a few minutes writing about absolutely nothing.
I feel extraodinarily relaxed at this moment in time.
I love knowing what to do and just being left to do it.
And the class room is soothingly quiet.
It WAS soothingly quiet…
I should listen to my classmates and tell you what they say…
But I shall spare you the headache.
It will be lunch soon.
I have cold spaghetti.
I could possibly heat it up, but my apathy is crippling.
Martin once said “I would hug you, but I can’t be bothered standing up”, from then on that became the summation of our relationship.
I’m not that apathetic am I?
I’m currently reading the rule book for fantasy Warhammer.
I hope I finish it.
I started VtM rulebook, read it for the first 100 pages and then lazily skimmed through the rest.
But I must admit, knowing the Vampire the Masquerade rulebook is yet to prove useful to my existence.
Knowing Warhammer, however, should.
Teacher is walking around the classroom.
Lunch is now.