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Oct. 18th, 2009 | 04:54 pm
Yo yo, it's the big K up here in the hizz-ouse for another update on some shit that is kinda important now, but won't be in the very near future. Me from 5 years in the future is all like "Quit whingin' I got no money!" and to that I say fair enough.
Nevertheless, let the whinging commence.
Great, now I forget what I was going to whinge about. I just read the last post, and made that comment, and I think it pretty much summed up what I am about to say now. Some time has passed, and my perspective hasn't really changed. I wrote that perhaps last term? I'm havin fun mostly, talking to peeps and chillin. Hanging out with Ali's bunch because she seems nice enough, and apparently I am hilarious when not doing anything, and being against violence. I don't want her, I don't really want anyone it's kind of all damaged goods as far as I can see. In any case, no one wants me. It would seem I have a knack for creeping out both girls I like and girls who like me. When do I get my shittiest life medal? Took a break to make a comic and play piano (Most productive homework procrastination ever!). I would like to get over that gal, but it would seem there is no smegging way that is going to happen soon. She is noteworthy because of how badly I fucked it up, I feel bad and I don't want it to be the way it is.Anyway, I suppose the trap I am in at the moment is she doesn't want to be friendly unless I think she likes me, and I DO want to be friendly, but am not due to being severely incompetent and fear of fucking shit up and creeping her out even more. It doesn't help that neither of us are particularly outgoing souls. At points we are, and we can be in our own way, but certainly not, it would seem to each other. This shit is catch 22ing me, need to talk to sort things out so we can talk.
It doesn't really help that this shit comes so easily to Hayden and Josh, but our circumstances are so very different, in that I fucked shit up so very much. Still, it isn't my job to be jealous about such shit. It might be helpful if it was motivational, but it is more depressing.
Now to not end this post on the word depressing, Things are lookin up baby! Up, up, up! (Well not really, but there you go.)
Nevertheless, let the whinging commence.
Great, now I forget what I was going to whinge about. I just read the last post, and made that comment, and I think it pretty much summed up what I am about to say now. Some time has passed, and my perspective hasn't really changed. I wrote that perhaps last term? I'm havin fun mostly, talking to peeps and chillin. Hanging out with Ali's bunch because she seems nice enough, and apparently I am hilarious when not doing anything, and being against violence. I don't want her, I don't really want anyone it's kind of all damaged goods as far as I can see. In any case, no one wants me. It would seem I have a knack for creeping out both girls I like and girls who like me. When do I get my shittiest life medal? Took a break to make a comic and play piano (Most productive homework procrastination ever!). I would like to get over that gal, but it would seem there is no smegging way that is going to happen soon. She is noteworthy because of how badly I fucked it up, I feel bad and I don't want it to be the way it is.Anyway, I suppose the trap I am in at the moment is she doesn't want to be friendly unless I think she likes me, and I DO want to be friendly, but am not due to being severely incompetent and fear of fucking shit up and creeping her out even more. It doesn't help that neither of us are particularly outgoing souls. At points we are, and we can be in our own way, but certainly not, it would seem to each other. This shit is catch 22ing me, need to talk to sort things out so we can talk.
It doesn't really help that this shit comes so easily to Hayden and Josh, but our circumstances are so very different, in that I fucked shit up so very much. Still, it isn't my job to be jealous about such shit. It might be helpful if it was motivational, but it is more depressing.
Now to not end this post on the word depressing, Things are lookin up baby! Up, up, up! (Well not really, but there you go.)
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Hey there, journalie!
Aug. 7th, 2009 | 10:59 pm
Stuff has happened, blah, blah. I just want to get down a complete record of what went down so I can read it later. I like reading things later, because sometimes I can find my stuff clever, and witty. I doubt this will be the case right now. (That will probably get a laugh from me in the future) Monique left for France, I didn't get a page in the book they were giving her, being the caring and completely insane man that I am I decide to write my own book, it's a bit fricken over the top, she doesn't like me in that way.
So far. As I have heard. Better to not get my hopes up and be more resigned to my fate, things being more awkward than they are already. I mean really, I can't expect anything. I'm pretty much a random guy that does nice things sometimes and doesn't talk to her. Ever. Not on purpose, but because I am terrible at it. All of my vocabulary that involves stringing together more than 5 letters gets jettisoned into the foggy abyss of stuff I can't recall. I mean really, I couldn't think of the word "Authorize". Sure, it's not the shortest word in the world, but usually my vocabulary is good. I wouldn't mind, but I was thinking of the word "Authorize", then she asked me what Kyle said and I dropped it.
Goodness knows I've idolized her, to a terrible extent. Still, it seems silly that I can't talk to her. Then again, I have trouble just talking to people in general, I never have a clue what I should say. Conversation with anyone I am not super familiar with is riddled with more awkward silences than a bunch of year 8's putting on Shakespeare for an uneducated audience of bums.
So there we go, it all really comes down to my inability to be comfortable in conversation for fear of making a mistake. Unsuprising and uninspiring. That's gotta be some sort of record.
I was really thinking I wasn't gonna get all down about Monique not liking me. The tone of this post would say otherwise. I guess the real reason I'm down is because I've never really talked to her. Seems a silly thing to write a whole book when it is entirely unprecedented. Things just don't work that way. Oh well. I guess it's just a nice thing I did, unless it was creepy thing I did. That would suck. The whole point of the book existing in the first place was to make things less awkward, the only way I can see it at the moment, it's gonna make things MEGA-AWKWARD so shit.
The point of this post was to be totally above and out of this whole thing. Seems I'm not.
So far. As I have heard. Better to not get my hopes up and be more resigned to my fate, things being more awkward than they are already. I mean really, I can't expect anything. I'm pretty much a random guy that does nice things sometimes and doesn't talk to her. Ever. Not on purpose, but because I am terrible at it. All of my vocabulary that involves stringing together more than 5 letters gets jettisoned into the foggy abyss of stuff I can't recall. I mean really, I couldn't think of the word "Authorize". Sure, it's not the shortest word in the world, but usually my vocabulary is good. I wouldn't mind, but I was thinking of the word "Authorize", then she asked me what Kyle said and I dropped it.
Goodness knows I've idolized her, to a terrible extent. Still, it seems silly that I can't talk to her. Then again, I have trouble just talking to people in general, I never have a clue what I should say. Conversation with anyone I am not super familiar with is riddled with more awkward silences than a bunch of year 8's putting on Shakespeare for an uneducated audience of bums.
So there we go, it all really comes down to my inability to be comfortable in conversation for fear of making a mistake. Unsuprising and uninspiring. That's gotta be some sort of record.
I was really thinking I wasn't gonna get all down about Monique not liking me. The tone of this post would say otherwise. I guess the real reason I'm down is because I've never really talked to her. Seems a silly thing to write a whole book when it is entirely unprecedented. Things just don't work that way. Oh well. I guess it's just a nice thing I did, unless it was creepy thing I did. That would suck. The whole point of the book existing in the first place was to make things less awkward, the only way I can see it at the moment, it's gonna make things MEGA-AWKWARD so shit.
The point of this post was to be totally above and out of this whole thing. Seems I'm not.
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One's a job, one's a mental sickness.
Jan. 1st, 2009 | 06:54 pm
Been playing Team Fortress 2 on my unexpected PS3 recently. It is fun. From creative prompting with a chat including Kaatridge this happened.
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It seems I don't have much to say about these pictures Ive been doing. I guess after doing a picture I can't really be bothered.
A thing about this picture: Usually I think things, and then scan them in and colour with photoshop (which usually involves doing all the lines again anyway.) But for this one, I was thinking of doing it proper tf2 style (in which there are no solid black lines) as soon as I started I realised I had no idea how to do this. When I tried it just looked nasty amatuer photoshoppy. In the end I just did the whole deal with the polygonal lasso. I swear that thing is my best friend. I don't have to use that godamn buggy tablet.
It really sucks that the tablet is the only thing my friends go me for my birthday, yet is is about as useful for drawing pictures as a brick is for cleaning windows. I suppose I just have to get used to it, and use it in such a way that it doesn't fag up all the time.
As I have learned from my escapades in pixelpushing and drawing; "The only way anyone ever gets better at anything is practice. Also knowing what you're trying to do. That also helps." ~ Soyvoyage.
Clicky for proper size.It seems I don't have much to say about these pictures Ive been doing. I guess after doing a picture I can't really be bothered.
A thing about this picture: Usually I think things, and then scan them in and colour with photoshop (which usually involves doing all the lines again anyway.) But for this one, I was thinking of doing it proper tf2 style (in which there are no solid black lines) as soon as I started I realised I had no idea how to do this. When I tried it just looked nasty amatuer photoshoppy. In the end I just did the whole deal with the polygonal lasso. I swear that thing is my best friend. I don't have to use that godamn buggy tablet.
It really sucks that the tablet is the only thing my friends go me for my birthday, yet is is about as useful for drawing pictures as a brick is for cleaning windows. I suppose I just have to get used to it, and use it in such a way that it doesn't fag up all the time.
As I have learned from my escapades in pixelpushing and drawing; "The only way anyone ever gets better at anything is practice. Also knowing what you're trying to do. That also helps." ~ Soyvoyage.
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Longest analogy.
Dec. 27th, 2008 | 10:45 pm
Well, for christmas I quite unexpectantly recieved a playstation3, even though I was quite happy with my wii.
It's like...
You're driving along in your groovy little volkswagon beetle, and you're thinking about how you might get some of those fluffy dice when they become available, and how you would really like that new upholstery but it's a bit expensive. So you're driving along the life highway, stacking up little coffe cup towers and doing colouring books, when you turn into your driveway and right there, in your garage is the latest Aston Martin, complete with James Bond gadgetry.
You hop in, take it for a bit of a test drive sure, at the moment the only gadgets you have are the cupholder and ejector seat, but it has a cd player, which is nice. Anyway, you try the cupholder and it's not very good, but then you try the ejector seat. You shoot up into the air, and on the way down you see all this user created content and you hear the sweet voice of Stephen Fry.
You think; "Maybe I could just use this ejector seat forever." but then you remember; what about your life? What about your friends? What about all those crazy samba dance tracks on your cassette player in the beetle?
So you think "No, that could never work, what use is a spy car without gadgets?" so you put on some demo gadgets, the spy car grows wings, but not far enough out to fly, it emits a pleasant perfume, but for only a few seconds, leaving you wanting more, and you think; "Wow, this is pretty." but then you realise, this stuff is expensive. Maybe even expensive and you think about all the fun times you had stacking up your cheap coffee cups in the beelte, and how you got ripped off on the seats, but they were fun for everyone, so it was alright, and how you got that cassette tape of crazy mashup songs, but it wasn't very good, and you didn't know any of the songs, so you traded it in for the crazy samba tracks, because at least you could hum along. Most of all you think about those fluffy dice, and how your interest in them seems to have faded into history, and how the upholstery you were going to get for the beetle could also fit the Aston Martin, although it would be a tad more expensive, and all in all you're very confused, because all your long term goals for the beetle have been totally undermined by the sudden and inexplicable arrival of this monolith of a machine.
You're interested though, because it will give you a chance to see what everyone has been going on about with their ferraris. Your little beetle didn't have enough horsepower to go the same speed, and altough you technically had sort of the same thing, yours was more of a billy cart then a ferrari, and try as you might you couldn't get the same things to work for you as they did for them. Specifically the flame thrower.
Everyone loves the flamethrower it seems, it getting such great reviews from everywhere and all your friends having fun with it non-stop.
You try attacthing a flamethrower to your billycart, but there isn't enough room on it, and it's lack of an engine makes it spurt if coughs and bursts. You could put a flamethrower on the Aston Martin. True, it would have to be retrofitted and might lose some of its extra features, but the main point is that you would have had the experience. Trouble is that's expensive. Everythings expensive and you can't find any free trials.
Things were alright when all you were building up towards the new upholstery; you had a single goal, a single dream. Now that dream has been chmped up and spat around in little bits, so only a ghostlike outline of your original intentions is visible.
But you don't have any money, so for now, it seems you're just going to muck about with the ejector seat.
It's like...
You're driving along in your groovy little volkswagon beetle, and you're thinking about how you might get some of those fluffy dice when they become available, and how you would really like that new upholstery but it's a bit expensive. So you're driving along the life highway, stacking up little coffe cup towers and doing colouring books, when you turn into your driveway and right there, in your garage is the latest Aston Martin, complete with James Bond gadgetry.
You hop in, take it for a bit of a test drive sure, at the moment the only gadgets you have are the cupholder and ejector seat, but it has a cd player, which is nice. Anyway, you try the cupholder and it's not very good, but then you try the ejector seat. You shoot up into the air, and on the way down you see all this user created content and you hear the sweet voice of Stephen Fry.
You think; "Maybe I could just use this ejector seat forever." but then you remember; what about your life? What about your friends? What about all those crazy samba dance tracks on your cassette player in the beetle?
So you think "No, that could never work, what use is a spy car without gadgets?" so you put on some demo gadgets, the spy car grows wings, but not far enough out to fly, it emits a pleasant perfume, but for only a few seconds, leaving you wanting more, and you think; "Wow, this is pretty." but then you realise, this stuff is expensive. Maybe even expensive and you think about all the fun times you had stacking up your cheap coffee cups in the beelte, and how you got ripped off on the seats, but they were fun for everyone, so it was alright, and how you got that cassette tape of crazy mashup songs, but it wasn't very good, and you didn't know any of the songs, so you traded it in for the crazy samba tracks, because at least you could hum along. Most of all you think about those fluffy dice, and how your interest in them seems to have faded into history, and how the upholstery you were going to get for the beetle could also fit the Aston Martin, although it would be a tad more expensive, and all in all you're very confused, because all your long term goals for the beetle have been totally undermined by the sudden and inexplicable arrival of this monolith of a machine.
You're interested though, because it will give you a chance to see what everyone has been going on about with their ferraris. Your little beetle didn't have enough horsepower to go the same speed, and altough you technically had sort of the same thing, yours was more of a billy cart then a ferrari, and try as you might you couldn't get the same things to work for you as they did for them. Specifically the flame thrower.
Everyone loves the flamethrower it seems, it getting such great reviews from everywhere and all your friends having fun with it non-stop.
You try attacthing a flamethrower to your billycart, but there isn't enough room on it, and it's lack of an engine makes it spurt if coughs and bursts. You could put a flamethrower on the Aston Martin. True, it would have to be retrofitted and might lose some of its extra features, but the main point is that you would have had the experience. Trouble is that's expensive. Everythings expensive and you can't find any free trials.
Things were alright when all you were building up towards the new upholstery; you had a single goal, a single dream. Now that dream has been chmped up and spat around in little bits, so only a ghostlike outline of your original intentions is visible.
But you don't have any money, so for now, it seems you're just going to muck about with the ejector seat.
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I dids a thing.
Dec. 23rd, 2008 | 03:29 pm
There it is. Make what you want of it.
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Over anyone else?
Dec. 9th, 2008 | 04:33 pm
mood: Sluhubdums
music: She's an angel
Well, today was the penultimate day of school, and as has become a running trend I completely dissapointed myself in regards to Monique. Certainly, I while ago I decided to stop thinking about her constantly for a short period of time in order to get a huge amount of work under control, but unfortunately I am not getting my buzz back as quickly as last time. (last time I tried to get on with my life it lasted 2 weeks)
So there is tomorrow. Sure I'd like to be incredibly amazing and sweep her of her feet, but meanwhile, back in the real world, we haven't talked for about a week. (when we did it was about writing stuff down for a french lesson) While I often go about just looking at her (obviously not as a means of communication) she sometimes returns the favour, and we get locked in awkward eye combat, with neither of us about to say anything to the other because:
I have no idea if she will be at school tomorrow, which is discerning because if she isn't then, I won't see her for a very long time due to her going on exchange to France. (This is the part where I fantasize about being with her for an incredibly romantic and french 4-5 months, or at least have some deep and meaningful e-mail interchanges which end in me waiting for her plane to get back to the airport with an entire brass band and several expensive gifts.) I guess I will get her e-mail address of her friendlies, but I am assuming that she won't be checking them that often.
E-mail would be useful, though, as I seem to be a lot more comfortable with type than I am with speech.
Anyway, since in drama Sam just showed up a whole heap of Looney Tunes, I am off to walk the pathways of nostalgia with Bugs Bunny: In time for the playstation.
I'll get around to those adventures sometime...
So there is tomorrow. Sure I'd like to be incredibly amazing and sweep her of her feet, but meanwhile, back in the real world, we haven't talked for about a week. (when we did it was about writing stuff down for a french lesson) While I often go about just looking at her (obviously not as a means of communication) she sometimes returns the favour, and we get locked in awkward eye combat, with neither of us about to say anything to the other because:
- She Knows I like her. (Could quite possibly like me)
- I like her.
- I am quite obviously Captain Shyshy McScaredofthings.
- I might be incredibly ugly.
I have no idea if she will be at school tomorrow, which is discerning because if she isn't then, I won't see her for a very long time due to her going on exchange to France. (This is the part where I fantasize about being with her for an incredibly romantic and french 4-5 months, or at least have some deep and meaningful e-mail interchanges which end in me waiting for her plane to get back to the airport with an entire brass band and several expensive gifts.) I guess I will get her e-mail address of her friendlies, but I am assuming that she won't be checking them that often.
E-mail would be useful, though, as I seem to be a lot more comfortable with type than I am with speech.
Anyway, since in drama Sam just showed up a whole heap of Looney Tunes, I am off to walk the pathways of nostalgia with Bugs Bunny: In time for the playstation.
I'll get around to those adventures sometime...
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Danny Wallace and the Invasion of the Cybermen.
Nov. 17th, 2008 | 06:41 pm
Last night, when I was artfully dodging all this homework that I had to, I caught a good documentary about robots hosted by Danny Wallace who I think I first saw on How to Start Your Own Country which was about him trying to start his own micronation in his flat. Go and become a citizen! We're about to overtake the population of Marshall Islands! Still a long way away from China, though.
Also, when I first touched down in Britain when I went on my world trip a few years ago, I grabbed a copy of Yes Man by Danny Wallace and didn't stop reading it
through the couple of hours it took to get to the place we were staying and then well into the night. It's a great read, pop off to your local bookshop and grab a copy. Quality stuff. It's also just about to become a movie that I am cautiously interested in seeing. So there you go. He's a great author, and its well worth it to hunt down a few of his books. He is on Tv occasionaly aswell.
As far as I can tell he is like the British version of Rove, only slightly less popular and witha lot more talent.
Anyway, you can watch the whole documentary here, if you think your internet connection is up to it. If not, still catch a a clip here.
2001: a space odyssey was on afterwards, but it was late so I will watch it later. There are quite a few classic sci-fi movies that I am yet to see;
Back to the future
Bladerunner
and the second half of Tron.
I'm still dodging that homework, by the way. Should probably go and do some now.
(and no, I didn't just discover how to use links, I just decided like using a lot of them today. So there.)
Also, when I first touched down in Britain when I went on my world trip a few years ago, I grabbed a copy of Yes Man by Danny Wallace and didn't stop reading it
through the couple of hours it took to get to the place we were staying and then well into the night. It's a great read, pop off to your local bookshop and grab a copy. Quality stuff. It's also just about to become a movie that I am cautiously interested in seeing. So there you go. He's a great author, and its well worth it to hunt down a few of his books. He is on Tv occasionaly aswell.As far as I can tell he is like the British version of Rove, only slightly less popular and with
Anyway, you can watch the whole documentary here, if you think your internet connection is up to it. If not, still catch a a clip here.
2001: a space odyssey was on afterwards, but it was late so I will watch it later. There are quite a few classic sci-fi movies that I am yet to see;
Back to the future
Bladerunner
and the second half of Tron.
I'm still dodging that homework, by the way. Should probably go and do some now.
(and no, I didn't just discover how to use links, I just decided like using a lot of them today. So there.)
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Fair enough.
Nov. 15th, 2008 | 09:45 pm
Today I was at my school fair dealie. Everyone that was on camp had to clean themselves up on the Friday night to be ready to play music at whatever time during the day. Lochie turned up and we went off to see Sean sing some ABBA which was pretty hilarious. I didn't know what time our group was going to have a practice, so I was freaking out. Peoples of note in my music group; Monique, Huon, Erin and Cameron. Those last two need a briefing, methinks. There are acutally quite a few peeps who need a briefing, but I don't really know where to get photos from... Anywho, I caught up with Cameron, and found Josh who was about to perform in a string ensemble with Monique and other peeps in my music group so I went and watched them. Needless to say, Monique was looking flawless (she had strightened her hair and all kinds of nuts stuff) and Jasper was being a nut at violin. They were great, especially when they kept going after all their sheet music blew away and several people immediately jumped up to put it back. Even though there was only about 7 people watching.
Then I headed off to find some of my music group already practicing, and I jumped in straght away with my piano. After only 3 minutes we were pushed off onto the stage and we started.
Which was immediately followed by us sucking, because with guitars doing rhythm on one side and violins doing melody on the other, we couldn't keep in time, because we couldn't hear each other.
That and this crazy tiny stage piano kept on wobbling while I was thumping down chords on it. So, we kinda sucked.
After that I went on over to chat with people, I forget who it was exactly, but Monique and Hayden where there. Once I got there I managed to hold a 30-second converation with Hayden about how I listened to "under the sea" again before they all moved off and had their conversation elsewhere. Kind of sad really. Hopefully it wasn't me, but I had Lochie and Cameron in tow. Lochie kind of had to stick by me to avoid being lost in the massive crowd currents and Cameron was just hangin with us.
I guess that's the deal, you try to please everyone, and you please very few people actually.
Tomorrow is another day, at least. Look out for a fair themed adventure aswell, I hope to do a couple soon.
Then I headed off to find some of my music group already practicing, and I jumped in straght away with my piano. After only 3 minutes we were pushed off onto the stage and we started.
Which was immediately followed by us sucking, because with guitars doing rhythm on one side and violins doing melody on the other, we couldn't keep in time, because we couldn't hear each other.
That and this crazy tiny stage piano kept on wobbling while I was thumping down chords on it. So, we kinda sucked.
After that I went on over to chat with people, I forget who it was exactly, but Monique and Hayden where there. Once I got there I managed to hold a 30-second converation with Hayden about how I listened to "under the sea" again before they all moved off and had their conversation elsewhere. Kind of sad really. Hopefully it wasn't me, but I had Lochie and Cameron in tow. Lochie kind of had to stick by me to avoid being lost in the massive crowd currents and Cameron was just hangin with us.
I guess that's the deal, you try to please everyone, and you please very few people actually.
Tomorrow is another day, at least. Look out for a fair themed adventure aswell, I hope to do a couple soon.
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The Grampians; In which the game is kicked up a notch.
Nov. 14th, 2008 | 07:25 pm
I have muscles on my muscles and a scratch under my eye. Camping.
Of the many camps that I have been on this year, this is the most Journalworthy. It might be the teamwork within our group, maybe it was because Huon wasn't there, it may be the ABBA that is pumping in the background at the moment, and most definitely was thanks to Monique.
All of these conditions were thanks to us having the most whoop-ass group ever devised, with the best teachers the world could spare.
Now, don't get too excited, but I would say it went along Pretty-Fucking-Nicely. I went with Gabe, like I did on the first camp (this being the last) so it was a nice way to wrap it up... Sorry, I was distracted for about 5 minutes listening to Disney songs that I sung with Hayden on camp. Since Dan wasn't there for him to be joking with the whole time, we came a bit of the besties. The thing we have going it the sort of pop culture of Disney and Sesame Street, that the rest of the kids didn't have because they were all hippy kids that didn't watch television. It's not their fault nor a problem at all, but it is one of the platforms on which Hayden and I can connect very well. Had fun moments with Jo aswell. Of course I didn't have in me the courage to get friendly with Monique, but apparently that didn't stop her looking goreageous (a combination of corageous and gorgeous). Imagine Lara Croft, but with more cutesy charm than steely seduction. Thats who I was on camp with for 5 days.
Lucky me. (unfortunately her face looks a bit weird there, again her photo curse strikes)
I would like to personally shake the hand of the man who invented Summer, because with summer, comes shorts and tank tops. On girls. It usually doesn't involve knee high socks but since they are also one of my favourite inventions I cannot complain at all. (Apparently I can only gawk.)
Throughout the camp we kept on making random eye contact, which while fun, ended up just being embarrassing because I couldn't follow it up with anything. I know that Monique looking at someone a lot doesn't mean she likes them.
Because that (according to him) happened to Huon. Case closed.
Cute. She also knows that I like her (just how much I am not quite sure) and apparently Hayden isn't putting the moves on her, so it's a bit of a one man race. The problem is getting to the finish. Unfortunately I have no idea who she likes, although, I am guessing to some extent, Hayden. Love triangles. Pointy.
Fun times, fun times indeed. I was decked out in all my khaki gear that pretty much only comes out on camp and since it was the grampians there was rock climbing and hopping abound. Thats one of my strong points.
Gabe wasn't feeling to well for the second half of the camp, a fact illustrated by the couple of photos that I managed to get, in all of which he is not looking at the camera.
Being the huge and strong man that he is, though, he pulled through and walked and climbed and did all kinds of crazy shit. Good on him.
I was going to try and gently weave these into the tapestry that is the rest of this entry, but I didn't. It would of worked if they were actually one liners, but they are more concepts that can be summarised as one liners.
The grand hall of Grampian one-liners
"Pretty romantic, Bazza."
Picture two Aussie blokes sitting atop a high pinnacle in the middle of the mountains, one of them is holding a beer. The following conversation ensues.
"Can see some trees down there, Bazza."
"Some rocks, too, Jonno."
"Pretty romantic, eh, Bazza?"
"Yeah."
"Bazza, Have you ever though that we could be... *cough* a bit more than just friends?
"I know what you mean, Jonno."
Jonno leans over and opens Bazzas beer can. It fizzes.
"Cheers, Bazza."
"Yer welcome Jonno."
"Well, er... pucker up then, eh?"
700
The highest difficulty manouevre in rockclimbing is somewhere around 35. We came up with something that had a difficulty level of 700, the hardest moove ever.
It requires arounf 30 years of training, intense excercise, and can only be performed by males. You must be able to maintain an erection for over 5 hours, and have to wear a steel cap. If used correctly, this manouvre will actually create a foothold, enabling you to climb the sheerest cliffs. There are some times when the 700 must be used several times in a row, without the limbs ever touching rock. It requires some spectacular pelvic thrusting.
Hideous Mick (the Bush Rapist)
Hideous Mick is a mad bushman who, with his trusty (if somewhat rusty) chainsaw "Russel" ambushes school camps and asks, in between chainsaw revving if he can have any couscous, some dregs of powdered milk, or if he could just lick out the inside of you pasta sauce bag.
The bus trip back would of been fun and revealing about what kinds of nuts stuff people were up to, if Huon didn't stick to me like stink on a frenchman. Reading mediocre jokes out of a book. I am actually pretty angry with him, as he ruined several great chances to have fun. The sooner he can be off to Austria, the better as far as I'm concerned at the moment.
Anyway, look out for a Camp-themed Adventure in the near future. It will have photos.
Of the many camps that I have been on this year, this is the most Journalworthy. It might be the teamwork within our group, maybe it was because Huon wasn't there, it may be the ABBA that is pumping in the background at the moment, and most definitely was thanks to Monique.
All of these conditions were thanks to us having the most whoop-ass group ever devised, with the best teachers the world could spare.
Now, don't get too excited, but I would say it went along Pretty-Fucking-Nicely. I went with Gabe, like I did on the first camp (this being the last) so it was a nice way to wrap it up... Sorry, I was distracted for about 5 minutes listening to Disney songs that I sung with Hayden on camp. Since Dan wasn't there for him to be joking with the whole time, we came a bit of the besties. The thing we have going it the sort of pop culture of Disney and Sesame Street, that the rest of the kids didn't have because they were all hippy kids that didn't watch television. It's not their fault nor a problem at all, but it is one of the platforms on which Hayden and I can connect very well. Had fun moments with Jo aswell. Of course I didn't have in me the courage to get friendly with Monique, but apparently that didn't stop her looking goreageous (a combination of corageous and gorgeous). Imagine Lara Croft, but with more cutesy charm than steely seduction. Thats who I was on camp with for 5 days.
Lucky me. (unfortunately her face looks a bit weird there, again her photo curse strikes)
I would like to personally shake the hand of the man who invented Summer, because with summer, comes shorts and tank tops. On girls. It usually doesn't involve knee high socks but since they are also one of my favourite inventions I cannot complain at all. (Apparently I can only gawk.)
Throughout the camp we kept on making random eye contact, which while fun, ended up just being embarrassing because I couldn't follow it up with anything. I know that Monique looking at someone a lot doesn't mean she likes them.
Because that (according to him) happened to Huon. Case closed.
Cute. She also knows that I like her (just how much I am not quite sure) and apparently Hayden isn't putting the moves on her, so it's a bit of a one man race. The problem is getting to the finish. Unfortunately I have no idea who she likes, although, I am guessing to some extent, Hayden. Love triangles. Pointy.
Fun times, fun times indeed. I was decked out in all my khaki gear that pretty much only comes out on camp and since it was the grampians there was rock climbing and hopping abound. Thats one of my strong points.
Gabe wasn't feeling to well for the second half of the camp, a fact illustrated by the couple of photos that I managed to get, in all of which he is not looking at the camera.
Being the huge and strong man that he is, though, he pulled through and walked and climbed and did all kinds of crazy shit. Good on him.
I was going to try and gently weave these into the tapestry that is the rest of this entry, but I didn't. It would of worked if they were actually one liners, but they are more concepts that can be summarised as one liners.
The grand hall of Grampian one-liners
"Pretty romantic, Bazza."
Picture two Aussie blokes sitting atop a high pinnacle in the middle of the mountains, one of them is holding a beer. The following conversation ensues.
"Can see some trees down there, Bazza."
"Some rocks, too, Jonno."
"Pretty romantic, eh, Bazza?"
"Yeah."
"Bazza, Have you ever though that we could be... *cough* a bit more than just friends?
"I know what you mean, Jonno."
Jonno leans over and opens Bazzas beer can. It fizzes.
"Cheers, Bazza."
"Yer welcome Jonno."
"Well, er... pucker up then, eh?"
700
The highest difficulty manouevre in rockclimbing is somewhere around 35. We came up with something that had a difficulty level of 700, the hardest moove ever.
It requires arounf 30 years of training, intense excercise, and can only be performed by males. You must be able to maintain an erection for over 5 hours, and have to wear a steel cap. If used correctly, this manouvre will actually create a foothold, enabling you to climb the sheerest cliffs. There are some times when the 700 must be used several times in a row, without the limbs ever touching rock. It requires some spectacular pelvic thrusting.
Hideous Mick (the Bush Rapist)
Hideous Mick is a mad bushman who, with his trusty (if somewhat rusty) chainsaw "Russel" ambushes school camps and asks, in between chainsaw revving if he can have any couscous, some dregs of powdered milk, or if he could just lick out the inside of you pasta sauce bag.
The bus trip back would of been fun and revealing about what kinds of nuts stuff people were up to, if Huon didn't stick to me like stink on a frenchman. Reading mediocre jokes out of a book. I am actually pretty angry with him, as he ruined several great chances to have fun. The sooner he can be off to Austria, the better as far as I'm concerned at the moment.
Anyway, look out for a Camp-themed Adventure in the near future. It will have photos.
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Briefing Part:2
Oct. 31st, 2008 | 06:30 pm
This Briefing is about some of me closey friends at school and elsewhere.
( Most of the photos are funny. )
( Most of the photos are funny. )
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Briefing
Oct. 23rd, 2008 | 05:50 pm
mood: 
accomplished
Look, in the future there will (hopefully) be more adventures, and seeing they are hilarious, people will read them who do not know who these people are. Much of the humour comes from knowing these people. So I decided to bust up some photos and talkies, so you can understand how stuff goes down 'round here.
( (Starting with...) )
( (Starting with...) )
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Captains Log #4
Oct. 16th, 2008 | 06:48 pm
location: deep space
In the vast depths of inner space, Captain Kragtop Charmer has a revelation...
<<CAPTAINS LOG {4}>>
I have not been making much effort to log our journey through space as no significant events have happened. Everything has just happened slowly over time. The deal with Hotts: Lovegood has got her, I am pretty sure. I don't really know what to think about this, I certainly can't be mad at Lovegood, as he is the bubbling pot of confidence that reminds me I can be awsome. It is certainly not any reason to get mad anyway.
Of course the problem here was that I was idolising Hotts, the only outcome of which was me staring a lot and talking very little. Today I had a day of not obssessing over Hotts. It was pretty good actually, I don't know if it was just different, but there seemed to be a bit of a release there. Probably me getting out of a process that makes me want to do one thing, and then prevents me from actually doing it. Just acting cool, walking round doing my own thing, being my own man, and making small talk. Thats right, me chatting. Not very well of course, but it is early days. I just need to get more comfortable with everyone. Getting over Hotts has given me a much needed new perspective of the space fleet, that of that I need to make as many alliances as I can, in order to cover my ass in all directions.
You see, that is what I am about, making friends with everyone so I don't get my ass kicked. Anyhow my plans for new alliances lie in my infiltraion into the port side of the First Frigate, where I can find find some chaps to have some hilarity with, and the starboard side of the Splendourous Ship of the Hot Chicks Brigade, where I can find.. well.. Hot chicks. To discuss things with.
Well lets just see how this works out, the most important thing is that I keep my cool and participate in conversations. It will definately be a change.
<<END TRANSMISSION>>
<<CAPTAINS LOG {4}>>
I have not been making much effort to log our journey through space as no significant events have happened. Everything has just happened slowly over time. The deal with Hotts: Lovegood has got her, I am pretty sure. I don't really know what to think about this, I certainly can't be mad at Lovegood, as he is the bubbling pot of confidence that reminds me I can be awsome. It is certainly not any reason to get mad anyway.
Of course the problem here was that I was idolising Hotts, the only outcome of which was me staring a lot and talking very little. Today I had a day of not obssessing over Hotts. It was pretty good actually, I don't know if it was just different, but there seemed to be a bit of a release there. Probably me getting out of a process that makes me want to do one thing, and then prevents me from actually doing it. Just acting cool, walking round doing my own thing, being my own man, and making small talk. Thats right, me chatting. Not very well of course, but it is early days. I just need to get more comfortable with everyone. Getting over Hotts has given me a much needed new perspective of the space fleet, that of that I need to make as many alliances as I can, in order to cover my ass in all directions.
You see, that is what I am about, making friends with everyone so I don't get my ass kicked. Anyhow my plans for new alliances lie in my infiltraion into the port side of the First Frigate, where I can find find some chaps to have some hilarity with, and the starboard side of the Splendourous Ship of the Hot Chicks Brigade, where I can find.. well.. Hot chicks. To discuss things with.
Well lets just see how this works out, the most important thing is that I keep my cool and participate in conversations. It will definately be a change.
<<END TRANSMISSION>>
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Adventure #2
Aug. 12th, 2008 | 08:06 pm
Well we did another one. I was writing this time, my stuff still in bold.
( The bit that you read )
I don't know when we will do another, but I don't think I can write one every day.
( The bit that you read )
I don't know when we will do another, but I don't think I can write one every day.
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Adventures
Aug. 11th, 2008 | 09:29 pm
mood: excited
Whilst talking with my trusty comrade Jace, he decided to spring a shoes yumown deventure on me. Needless to say it was appreciated. My responses are in bold.
( Read The Whole Exciting Thing. )
We will do more of these in the future. Definately.
( Read The Whole Exciting Thing. )
We will do more of these in the future. Definately.
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Calling you the nicest thing.
Aug. 8th, 2008 | 04:55 pm
mood: Solid
music: Apollo 18
I just got something unexpected.
No it is not dental hygeine, (which coincidentally I have had since I have been in active pursual of Monique) it is confidence. It came from the most unlikely source; Hayden, who keeps putting the moves on Monique, mostly when I am not looking.
This is how it comes to be, and it is certain that I am reading into this too far, yet I think I have the general idea of it sorted out.
Wednesday: I give her the flower. Uneventful.
Thursday:Word spreads round like wildfire, everyone soon knows (apart from Huon, which is odd because seeing his ears stick out like windbreaks, you'd think he could pick up some sound. Jasper (also likes Monique) says that it was nice of me, a bit random, but appreciated. Hayden asks Sean if I am gay (Why Do People Think That!?) to which I hope he said no. Now that I think of it, he may have said yes. Hayden asks me if it was I that gave the flower to Monique, he had already asked some girls, but for some reason doubted it was me. He then exclaims that that gets his hopes up (or something to do with dreams and a word that starts with T). I ask him to clarify what he means and he does not tell me.
Friday: Hayden is hanging around Monique more than usual.
My deduction; Hayden views me as a threat.
No living creature on this earth has previously considered me a threat.
He might as well just go out and say "You're really handsome and have a chance with Monique." If he views me as a threat, it means that I am dangerous to his goals which means I could hook up with Monique.
I am feeling strong, solid, and ever so slightly invincible.
Of course what this does mean is that the race is on,
and I have got a good start.
No it is not dental hygeine, (which coincidentally I have had since I have been in active pursual of Monique) it is confidence. It came from the most unlikely source; Hayden, who keeps putting the moves on Monique, mostly when I am not looking.
This is how it comes to be, and it is certain that I am reading into this too far, yet I think I have the general idea of it sorted out.
Wednesday: I give her the flower. Uneventful.
Thursday:Word spreads round like wildfire, everyone soon knows (apart from Huon, which is odd because seeing his ears stick out like windbreaks, you'd think he could pick up some sound. Jasper (also likes Monique) says that it was nice of me, a bit random, but appreciated. Hayden asks Sean if I am gay (Why Do People Think That!?) to which I hope he said no. Now that I think of it, he may have said yes. Hayden asks me if it was I that gave the flower to Monique, he had already asked some girls, but for some reason doubted it was me. He then exclaims that that gets his hopes up (or something to do with dreams and a word that starts with T). I ask him to clarify what he means and he does not tell me.
Friday: Hayden is hanging around Monique more than usual.
My deduction; Hayden views me as a threat.
No living creature on this earth has previously considered me a threat.
He might as well just go out and say "You're really handsome and have a chance with Monique." If he views me as a threat, it means that I am dangerous to his goals which means I could hook up with Monique.
I am feeling strong, solid, and ever so slightly invincible.
Of course what this does mean is that the race is on,
and I have got a good start.
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End of part one.
Aug. 6th, 2008 | 05:21 pm
Today is my pretend deadline, as probably expected by you, and eventually realised by me nothing really eventuated.
Honestly, I am not ready to tell her. Not because I am not ready to be her boyfriend and love her, or be rejected and get on with my life, but because I can't tell her. If I cannot do that, I am obviously not ready to and need to get to know her better.
What I am going to do now is back off for a bit. Charging for a goal for a week and a half will take a bit out of you. Every day I attempt to keep going, I will lose more enthusiasm. Plus, less time obsessing = smaller chance of being labeled stalker. I am not a stalker. Do not say that I am a stalker.
The actual thing that happened.
I gave her some massive pink flower. I don't know what type it is, but it was what was in bloom around my house, so I grabbed one. "Happy Birthday" written on a piece of paper painstakingly attractively (in Caligraphy guys. Renaissanse stuff. I go to a hippy school.)
Hole punch, some shiny red elastic. I am happy I gave it to her. She deserves for me not to be a total recluse. Replied with stock response "That is so sweet" etc.
So I am happy. I know she is just saying average politeyness stuff, but come on you don't see that stuff around much at the moment. Isn't it great!?
So for now, I stop constantly trying. Who knows? I might tell her on Friday (on which I was so very close to telling her last week)
She might randomly ring me up.
We might bump into each other in an elevator. Multiple times.
Just to not let this post end dirtily; She really is great.
No, I still don't have a photo.
That would make me a stalker.
Honestly, I am not ready to tell her. Not because I am not ready to be her boyfriend and love her, or be rejected and get on with my life, but because I can't tell her. If I cannot do that, I am obviously not ready to and need to get to know her better.
What I am going to do now is back off for a bit. Charging for a goal for a week and a half will take a bit out of you. Every day I attempt to keep going, I will lose more enthusiasm. Plus, less time obsessing = smaller chance of being labeled stalker. I am not a stalker. Do not say that I am a stalker.
The actual thing that happened.
I gave her some massive pink flower. I don't know what type it is, but it was what was in bloom around my house, so I grabbed one. "Happy Birthday" written on a piece of paper painstakingly attractively (in Caligraphy guys. Renaissanse stuff. I go to a hippy school.)
Hole punch, some shiny red elastic. I am happy I gave it to her. She deserves for me not to be a total recluse. Replied with stock response "That is so sweet" etc.
So I am happy. I know she is just saying average politeyness stuff, but come on you don't see that stuff around much at the moment. Isn't it great!?
So for now, I stop constantly trying. Who knows? I might tell her on Friday (on which I was so very close to telling her last week)
She might randomly ring me up.
We might bump into each other in an elevator. Multiple times.
Just to not let this post end dirtily; She really is great.
No, I still don't have a photo.
That would make me a stalker.
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Wikipedia 2.
Aug. 4th, 2008 | 06:16 pm
mood: excited
Just as I was losing momentum, and was failing to fina a reason to keep on hacking at it WikiHow says this;
- Get excited again! Think about why you lost your excitement, then think about why you were excited in the first place. Can you get that back? What made you want to do the goal? What made you passionate about it? Try to build that up again, refocus yourself, get energized.
and just like that, I did. Thanks again Wikipedia!
"You're welcome! Now I'm off to smoke crack and contradict myself!" - Wikipedia.
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Captains Log #3
Aug. 1st, 2008 | 04:36 pm
mood: ecstatic
music: I can hear music
Wow. Just as I denounce the Captains log, something interesting happens involving Huon, Monique and I. Well this isn't extremely interesting, but the kind of stuff that goes on all the time.
<< CAPTAINS LOG {3} >>
Today we had some practical training with Officer Tom Hungerford. He is a living legend, the sort of guy who is a massive challenge for the main character in a kung fu movie. Anyhow, we were divided into 2 teams, about 15 on each. Hotts and Mancalc on one, Private Shane Pratt and I on the other. The first game was simple enough, but can easily take a lot out of you if you don't conserve your energy over the rounds. The goal was to reach the other side of the gym, but if the other side tagged you on their side of the court you had to go back to your side. I spent most of my time in that one stalking Hotts up and down the halfway line, because she was the most photogenic to be staring at for any sudden movements. A few games of that had me on 1 and the other side on 2.
The next game was Bombardment, which I am not the greatest at because I cannot throw very well. What I can do is supply other people with balls, and catch the opponents, which will get them out. We won that one.
The last game didn't involve the teams, and was quite good fun. I won't bore you with massive details of the rules, but essentially it involves a whole heap of basic tag, mixed with lying next to people.
I was good at it.
I am not good at most sports, probably because they are such competitive enviroments, which is not something I really enjoy. In this game there was no winning or losing, just me dodging swipes from the person chasing me. Private Josef described it thus; "Wow, you are good at this, I love your run. It's like your just this pile of moxie that manages to dodge everyone, and your coat only amplifies this effect." True, I was wearing an awsome coat, and true, I did take the time to put on a show for the spectators, and through the mastery I have over my body, I ended up lying on the ground next to Hotts.
Everyone complains about her B.O. (especially Bragley Gabblesworth, who dances with her once a week) but I couldn't identify any bad smell. I do have a curious sense of smell, though, I like the smells of;
-Petrol
-My cat
-The bizarre smells that end up on my hands.
The point is, even if she did smell, I would probably like it.
Even though this was a perfect opputunity to tell her how I feel (as was the entire training session) It didn't really feel right, as we were both concentrating hard on the game.
Private bloody Fugly bloody Mancalc. Decided he would get himself some of the action. I wasn't planning on doing anything while lying there while lying with Hotts, but how could I not take the chance? (retorical) Anyhow, Mancalc came over next to Hotts, forcing me back into the sprinties, which wasn't a bad thing, as I was a master of it. I do not know if I have mentioned, but Mancalc likes Hotts, and EVERYBODY KNOWS. I am not sure Mancalc knows that everybody knows, though. Hotts hates him though, and not just because his face looks like it was bashed in by a battering ram, and the bones were placed back together based on the pattern of a smashed teacup, but she is well withing her rights to steer clear of him, for he is a tool.
In the end, I was trying to hang back after school to talk to Hotts, but Mancalc was insisting I went with him, which I did and then went back. After a few minutes he was back breathing down my neck, the friendless freak, and I can think of naught more awkward than telling Monique I love her (Proper name for proper stuff) while Fugly gets his heart broken right next to me.
Ah well, all this means is I have to weekend to rev myself up again. Still ahead of the 6th August deadline, where I will get her some flowers (awwww).
<< END TRANSMISSION >>
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Wikipedia.
Jul. 31st, 2008 | 05:53 pm
My new WikiHow article;
How To: Talk to the girl you like (if you are Kevyn)
step 1. Grow some balls.
Tips
-Don't be a pussy.
Warning
Don't show anyone your balls.
Now, that is some sound advice.
How To: Talk to the girl you like (if you are Kevyn)
step 1. Grow some balls.
Tips
-Don't be a pussy.
Warning
Don't show anyone your balls.
Now, that is some sound advice.
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Captains Log #2
Jul. 30th, 2008 | 08:41 pm
mood: 
exhausted
music: Good vibrations
Out in the deep expanses of inner space Captain Kragtop Charmer is thinking to himself...
<< CAPTAINS LOG {2} >>
Wow, Monique is beutiful.
<< END TRANSMISSION >>
Yeah, thats it. These would probaly be a good idea for someone who had things going on in their lives, but as I am pretty fixated on her at the moment, the captains logs would've been about 3000 words of thinly veiled me talking about Monique (in space). That would be boring.
Nothing much Log worthy is going on at the moment, it is how it always is;
Huon is mostly disagreeable,
Sean makes life hard for everyone,
Most of the other boys are yet to get over the thrills of their own penises,
Myspace is a great big bubble of manipulation,
and Monique is beautiful. As I said, How It Always Is.
To answer your question Jace, which will be somewhere along the lines of "Did you talk to Hottie?",
Not on any sort of "I want to be with you forever." type of conversation.
Do not fret, everyone (especially me) I'll do it before the week is out, mainly because I doubt I will be able to go another weekend without telling her without going mad.
Captains Log will be back when I can find some way to put in Robots.