Don't eat the yellow snow
Thursday, July 31, 2003
So I sat the UMAT yesterday (Undergraduate Medicine Admissions Test for those not in the know). Basically it is the test that you sit if you want to study medicine or dentistry at Uni. Anyway, Its at the showgrounds, and is populated by thousants of weird weird people. Those really really desperate types who really really want to do medicine and stress their ass off before they sit down. For most part it was fairly easy. You know, three hours in a dead silent room with about 3000 other students all wanting to do medicine, knowing that there are only 400 places on offer to move on to the interview. So yes, Three parts, logical reasoning, Emotional reasoning and Non-Verbal reasoning. First two sections were fairly easy for me, I finished both, and apparently lots of other people didnt even manage that. The last section is FREEKING hard, I spent about 30 minutes on the first 10 questions and then had to rush the rest. Other than that, It was super fun. I have big plans if i move on to the interview. Like showing up in surgical scrubs, or butt naked. Both would be fun. Had I thought of it earlier, I would have shown up to the UMAT in surgical scrubs, and snapped my gloves on just prior to starting the test. Tomorrow is Jeans for Genes day, and I have no Jeans. What a dilemma.
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
Cool things about today.
Spending two lessons playing with radioactive material and a Geiger counter.
Mrs Hall giving me my new nickname, which is "The Ghost who walks" because apparently she can never find me whenever she needs me. Its pretty damn cool.
I breezed through another indo oral, but had a double maths in the morning to balance out the good.
It was super fun.
I think I glow in the dark now
Spending two lessons playing with radioactive material and a Geiger counter.
Mrs Hall giving me my new nickname, which is "The Ghost who walks" because apparently she can never find me whenever she needs me. Its pretty damn cool.
I breezed through another indo oral, but had a double maths in the morning to balance out the good.
It was super fun.
I think I glow in the dark now
Monday, July 28, 2003
Sunday, July 27, 2003
I think its about time I made another entry. Well, in typical IB style, We have all been assraped well within the first week. World Lit. 2 is due soon, and considering I have spent more than 6 months on my first one and now have to hand in my second one within a few weeks is nuts. As of last week, Monday became an 8 lesson long day. The line up is something like English, Physics, Maths, Chem (Chem into lunch), Indo, Religion and English again after school. Which means in my average Monday, I get a 20 minute break at 10:50, then another between 3:30 and 4 when English starts. Its going to be a joy. It really is. In other academic news, the UMAT (Undergraduate Medical Admissions Test or similar) is this Wednesday. Im sitting it, but I'm not wholly sure that I actually want to do medicine when I leave school. However, It's keeping my options open. Other than that kids, the workload only gets bigger for me from here on in, so I guess my blog entries will become fewer and further between, but I'll still be around.
Till next time, Peace.
Till next time, Peace.
Friday, July 25, 2003
1. If your life were a movie, what would the title be?
"Ah, Blissful Insanity" or "Fuck you all six ways from Sunday"
2. What songs would be on the soundtrack?
Uhm, I don't actually know, Lots of John Mayer, Dave Matthews and Howie Day.
3. Would it be a live-action film or animated? Why?
Probably animated. I think that would enable the portrayal of my inner thoughts and monolouge. Plus, My life is like a cartoon anyway,
4. Casting: who would play you, members of your family, friends, etc?
Shrug. You tell me.
5. Describe the movie preview/trailer.
Lots of swearing, explosions, promiscuous sex and words that fly at you really really fast.
"Ah, Blissful Insanity" or "Fuck you all six ways from Sunday"
2. What songs would be on the soundtrack?
Uhm, I don't actually know, Lots of John Mayer, Dave Matthews and Howie Day.
3. Would it be a live-action film or animated? Why?
Probably animated. I think that would enable the portrayal of my inner thoughts and monolouge. Plus, My life is like a cartoon anyway,
4. Casting: who would play you, members of your family, friends, etc?
Shrug. You tell me.
5. Describe the movie preview/trailer.
Lots of swearing, explosions, promiscuous sex and words that fly at you really really fast.
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Rejoice! For at this stage my Red Hunk 'o' shit commodore complete with tinny sound system and detachable windscreen wiper leaver is the best overall car from Betros' blog! Hooray for Boobies!
Monday, July 21, 2003
A discussion I had with my dad a few months ago.
Me: Dad, did you remember to renew the internet?
Dad: When is it due?
Me: July sometime
Dad: Ill do it in a minute.
Guess what happened? Dad forgot, and I lost my connection for three days.
It was the hardest three days of my life.
well, not really, but it gave me a chance to do some work. And apparently it inspired people to do work as well. Something to do with the thinking of "Holy Fuck, If Lucas is offline and working then I really should do some work"
But I'm Back. Thats right bitches!
Me: Dad, did you remember to renew the internet?
Dad: When is it due?
Me: July sometime
Dad: Ill do it in a minute.
Guess what happened? Dad forgot, and I lost my connection for three days.
It was the hardest three days of my life.
well, not really, but it gave me a chance to do some work. And apparently it inspired people to do work as well. Something to do with the thinking of "Holy Fuck, If Lucas is offline and working then I really should do some work"
But I'm Back. Thats right bitches!
Friday, July 18, 2003
WOW! Its Friday already! You guys havent heard from me since Monday! Well, here we go, This is what I have been up to all week.
TUESDAY:
Woke up, Went to Chem in town. Had lunch/coffee with Luke and Mykiela, Caught the bus home, Watched Two Guys and a Girl. Organised to go out at about 6, left at 7. Went to the movies with Luke, Daw and Loz. Well, not an ACTUAL movie, we went to the Megaplex and bought the biggest popcorn and biggest Frozen cokes available and sat in the lobby for about an hour talking and making comments on the "form". (Note: Rather than using the time fabled 1-10 scale, we used the new improved 1-Ugly scale. 1 being super hot, 10 being ugly.) So yes, we did that. We didnt actually see much form at all. Anyway, then we drove to Julia's. On the way we threw chicken nuggets at the Betro5 Mobile, and Daw strategically tried to place a chicken nugget in Lauren's vagina, which almost caused an accident. Coffee at Mc Cafe. Trip to the park afterwards. Home, Sleep.
WEDNESDAY:
Got up, went to chem. Was picked up by Dale in town. Lunch at Subway. Stalking of some Year 11's, Kidnapped one of them, stole some ugh boots, hid them. Ran around a bit, Came home, Put off work by playing SOF2. Sleep
THURSDAY:
Up at 7, Made breakfast, Came into town for Chem. Sat through Chem. Was picked up by Daw. Went to Marion. Had Lunch. Went and saw T3: Rise of the Machines. (Was quite impressive. Expect a write up later when everyone has already seen it). Went home, Dinner at Cafe B's at Mitcham. Heckled Sarah while she was working, had some laughs. Went bowling for the first time in ages. Lost once, came second to last once. Visited Julia and Hannah, watched some Degrassi. Drove home. Sleep.
Other than that. Its time for FRIDAY FIVE.
1. When was the last time you cheated?
Uhm, I cant actually remember. Probably at a board game some time ago
2. When was the last time you stole?
I dont steal. I did however borrow Betros' ruler for an extended period
3. When was the last time you lied?
hmm, I dont know. Probably when I told my parents I wouldnt be home late yesterday
4. When was the last time you broke or vandalized another's property?
When I wrote "Nicola smells" in Nicola's physics book.
5. When was the last time you hurt a loved one?
I wouldnt know. You would have to ask all my loved ones.
TUESDAY:
Woke up, Went to Chem in town. Had lunch/coffee with Luke and Mykiela, Caught the bus home, Watched Two Guys and a Girl. Organised to go out at about 6, left at 7. Went to the movies with Luke, Daw and Loz. Well, not an ACTUAL movie, we went to the Megaplex and bought the biggest popcorn and biggest Frozen cokes available and sat in the lobby for about an hour talking and making comments on the "form". (Note: Rather than using the time fabled 1-10 scale, we used the new improved 1-Ugly scale. 1 being super hot, 10 being ugly.) So yes, we did that. We didnt actually see much form at all. Anyway, then we drove to Julia's. On the way we threw chicken nuggets at the Betro5 Mobile, and Daw strategically tried to place a chicken nugget in Lauren's vagina, which almost caused an accident. Coffee at Mc Cafe. Trip to the park afterwards. Home, Sleep.
WEDNESDAY:
Got up, went to chem. Was picked up by Dale in town. Lunch at Subway. Stalking of some Year 11's, Kidnapped one of them, stole some ugh boots, hid them. Ran around a bit, Came home, Put off work by playing SOF2. Sleep
THURSDAY:
Up at 7, Made breakfast, Came into town for Chem. Sat through Chem. Was picked up by Daw. Went to Marion. Had Lunch. Went and saw T3: Rise of the Machines. (Was quite impressive. Expect a write up later when everyone has already seen it). Went home, Dinner at Cafe B's at Mitcham. Heckled Sarah while she was working, had some laughs. Went bowling for the first time in ages. Lost once, came second to last once. Visited Julia and Hannah, watched some Degrassi. Drove home. Sleep.
Other than that. Its time for FRIDAY FIVE.
1. When was the last time you cheated?
Uhm, I cant actually remember. Probably at a board game some time ago
2. When was the last time you stole?
I dont steal. I did however borrow Betros' ruler for an extended period
3. When was the last time you lied?
hmm, I dont know. Probably when I told my parents I wouldnt be home late yesterday
4. When was the last time you broke or vandalized another's property?
When I wrote "Nicola smells" in Nicola's physics book.
5. When was the last time you hurt a loved one?
I wouldnt know. You would have to ask all my loved ones.
Monday, July 14, 2003
I think maybe Nadine has finally Snapped!
So, While I don a bullet proof vest and flak helmet and hide in my basement bracing for the impending destruction and weeping my little eyes out surrounded by my stockpile of canned beans and surplus ammunition. I hope you all have a very nice armeggedon. May the end be quick and painless (Yet with Nadine in control, somehow I doubt that.)
Skip the country, Or hide.
(Scary part is I actually agree with her for most part. Dont tell anyone though)
(and give Nadine cuddles if you see her, It sounds like she needs it)
So, While I don a bullet proof vest and flak helmet and hide in my basement bracing for the impending destruction and weeping my little eyes out surrounded by my stockpile of canned beans and surplus ammunition. I hope you all have a very nice armeggedon. May the end be quick and painless (Yet with Nadine in control, somehow I doubt that.)
Skip the country, Or hide.
(Scary part is I actually agree with her for most part. Dont tell anyone though)
(and give Nadine cuddles if you see her, It sounds like she needs it)
Nick's Bi-weekly rant about people who give him the shits.
1) Smokers. At the school where I am doing holiday study courses, there is a 50 dollar fine for smoking on the premises, so what do the smokers do? gather in one big cluster outside the gates, so when you want to leave you have to run a veritable gauntlet of smoke and ash. Then I had to go and stand at the bus stop while EVERYONE there decided to fuck up my breathing air with their damn second-hand smoke. Their reasons for doing it. "Oh, its Relaxing" "I enjoy it" "Its cool"
How bout I piss in your drinking water?
Yeah, Maybe I find pissing in your drinking water relaxing and enjoyable.
Who gives a fuck if it screws up the drinking water for everyone else who DOESNT actually enjoy pissing in drinking water. I love pissing in your drinking water so much, and find it SO relaxing that I dont actually give a flying fuck what you think. You can complain all you want about how it is not my right to pollute someones water and make it foul disgusting to drink. Since there is no other option I guess you'll just have to shut the fuck up and like it. The same way I have to breathe in your fuckky air. So you will just have to drink your pissy drinking water and I will breathe your smoky air, and everyone will get on fine.
2) People who laugh at me while I run for my bus.
You guys suck ass. You laugh at poor people who almost miss their bus and have to run for it, only to run for the stupid City Beeline free bus twenty seconds later. I got news for you fuckstick. If you miss your City free bus, you have to wait another say, five minutes before another one ambles along. A five minute wait for a bus? That falls into the category of "Minor Irritation". If I miss my bus, I have to wait for a FUCKING hour until another one takes its sweet time and takes me home. That falls into the category of "BIG ASS WASTE OF MY TIME THAT GIVES ME THE ROYAL SHITS!" especially to someone as intolerant as me.
So,for future reference. Fuck you eight ways from Sunday.
3) People who want me to consistantly finish their sentences for them.
Its irritating. Enough said. Its even more irritating when you pay someone to tutor you for chem in your holidays and all they want you to do is finish their sentences for them.
4) Little kids who wear pants designed for seven foot tall sumo wrestlers.
You see them, They are four foot tall, and their pants could comfortably be used by a family of four should they decide to go camping. These kids often couple this look with a tee shirt that is 8 sizes too big for them. They wind up looking like they went through the wash and shrunk, but their clothes stayed the same size.
Bastards.
Not that I'm intolerant mind.
1) Smokers. At the school where I am doing holiday study courses, there is a 50 dollar fine for smoking on the premises, so what do the smokers do? gather in one big cluster outside the gates, so when you want to leave you have to run a veritable gauntlet of smoke and ash. Then I had to go and stand at the bus stop while EVERYONE there decided to fuck up my breathing air with their damn second-hand smoke. Their reasons for doing it. "Oh, its Relaxing" "I enjoy it" "Its cool"
How bout I piss in your drinking water?
Yeah, Maybe I find pissing in your drinking water relaxing and enjoyable.
Who gives a fuck if it screws up the drinking water for everyone else who DOESNT actually enjoy pissing in drinking water. I love pissing in your drinking water so much, and find it SO relaxing that I dont actually give a flying fuck what you think. You can complain all you want about how it is not my right to pollute someones water and make it foul disgusting to drink. Since there is no other option I guess you'll just have to shut the fuck up and like it. The same way I have to breathe in your fuckky air. So you will just have to drink your pissy drinking water and I will breathe your smoky air, and everyone will get on fine.
2) People who laugh at me while I run for my bus.
You guys suck ass. You laugh at poor people who almost miss their bus and have to run for it, only to run for the stupid City Beeline free bus twenty seconds later. I got news for you fuckstick. If you miss your City free bus, you have to wait another say, five minutes before another one ambles along. A five minute wait for a bus? That falls into the category of "Minor Irritation". If I miss my bus, I have to wait for a FUCKING hour until another one takes its sweet time and takes me home. That falls into the category of "BIG ASS WASTE OF MY TIME THAT GIVES ME THE ROYAL SHITS!" especially to someone as intolerant as me.
So,for future reference. Fuck you eight ways from Sunday.
3) People who want me to consistantly finish their sentences for them.
Its irritating. Enough said. Its even more irritating when you pay someone to tutor you for chem in your holidays and all they want you to do is finish their sentences for them.
4) Little kids who wear pants designed for seven foot tall sumo wrestlers.
You see them, They are four foot tall, and their pants could comfortably be used by a family of four should they decide to go camping. These kids often couple this look with a tee shirt that is 8 sizes too big for them. They wind up looking like they went through the wash and shrunk, but their clothes stayed the same size.
Bastards.
Not that I'm intolerant mind.
Sunday, July 13, 2003
You know that screeching noise that you get when you play with styrofoam? Like when you rasp your nails down it and stuff and it squeals so sharply and piercingly that it makes every single hair on your body stand on end and chills your soul down to the very core? Like nails down a blackboard, it just isnt a very nice sound to put up with. It is also a HORRIBLE noise to wake up to. Which is how I was roused from my slumber this morning. Blinking my sleepy eyes I sat wondering what the fuck that horrible noise was at half past 8 in the morning, dragging myself out of bed I staggered down the corridor and stood in the doorway.
What was it you ask? Neo-Nazis trialing a new form of torture? Small animals being put through a barn saw?
My father, standing in the living room, in his pajama's was sawing through a styrofoam packing crate with a hacksaw blade.
I know, the mind boggles.
After unleashing a mumbled stream of profanity in his direction, Dad explained to me that he was driving some friends to the airport, so while he was waiting till it was time to leave, he decided to get a start on my sisters holiday assignment. Yup, So while my sister sleeps or goes shopping, Dad stays home and makes a model castle out of styrofoam and popsicle sticks.
Its remarkable. Im going to ask if he will do my Extended Essay for me....
Actually no, that wont work will it.
sigh
What was it you ask? Neo-Nazis trialing a new form of torture? Small animals being put through a barn saw?
My father, standing in the living room, in his pajama's was sawing through a styrofoam packing crate with a hacksaw blade.
I know, the mind boggles.
After unleashing a mumbled stream of profanity in his direction, Dad explained to me that he was driving some friends to the airport, so while he was waiting till it was time to leave, he decided to get a start on my sisters holiday assignment. Yup, So while my sister sleeps or goes shopping, Dad stays home and makes a model castle out of styrofoam and popsicle sticks.
Its remarkable. Im going to ask if he will do my Extended Essay for me....
Actually no, that wont work will it.
sigh
Saturday, July 12, 2003
Interesting stuff about monkeys and alcohol.
Surprsingly enough, Monkeys too drink alcohol, and it appears fro research that the percentages of different types of drinker (The non drinker, the social drinker, the pisshead) are almost exactly the same to their human counterparts. This suggests that a taste for alcohol is genetically predisposed. So if you are an alcoholic, its technically not your fault. Its in your DNA. The difference between our culture and monkey culture is that the monkeys who drink the most and get the most drunk, are also the most revered and respected. It is obviously a simpler culture. heheheh
Oh, and Ill spoil Santa for you as well. The flying reindeer notion came from the fact that they eat the hallucinogenic mushroom , Fly agaric, which gives them the sensation of flying. This is similar with the witches on broomsticks. They originally smeared their broomsticks with a hallucinogen and then "rode" them. The contact of the hallucinogen with their, uhm, lady bits, also gave them the sensation of flying
Thats enough Doctor Nick for now. I'm going to go and try to become king of the Monkeys.
Surprsingly enough, Monkeys too drink alcohol, and it appears fro research that the percentages of different types of drinker (The non drinker, the social drinker, the pisshead) are almost exactly the same to their human counterparts. This suggests that a taste for alcohol is genetically predisposed. So if you are an alcoholic, its technically not your fault. Its in your DNA. The difference between our culture and monkey culture is that the monkeys who drink the most and get the most drunk, are also the most revered and respected. It is obviously a simpler culture. heheheh
Oh, and Ill spoil Santa for you as well. The flying reindeer notion came from the fact that they eat the hallucinogenic mushroom , Fly agaric, which gives them the sensation of flying. This is similar with the witches on broomsticks. They originally smeared their broomsticks with a hallucinogen and then "rode" them. The contact of the hallucinogen with their, uhm, lady bits, also gave them the sensation of flying
Thats enough Doctor Nick for now. I'm going to go and try to become king of the Monkeys.
Friday, July 11, 2003
1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?
Yes I do, Ty, He lives 2 houses up the street
2. Are you still in touch with this person?
Yes,
3. Do you have a current close friend?
Most of my friends, well, most of my friends in "The group", at this point are really close friends.
4. How did you become friends with this person?
Mainly though being forced to suffer through school with them. Some people sort of "married into" the group, like hannah
5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why?
Not really, but if I saw them again, it would be cool to catch up. Its fun doing that.
Yes I do, Ty, He lives 2 houses up the street
2. Are you still in touch with this person?
Yes,
3. Do you have a current close friend?
Most of my friends, well, most of my friends in "The group", at this point are really close friends.
4. How did you become friends with this person?
Mainly though being forced to suffer through school with them. Some people sort of "married into" the group, like hannah
5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why?
Not really, but if I saw them again, it would be cool to catch up. Its fun doing that.
Thursday, July 10, 2003
Big brother is a booooooring ass waste of time. Im sick of it. Right now, this instant I flicked through the channels and saw "Big brother up late" on the box. Whats actually happening? They are all asleep or reading books. There are people who watch this shit? TEST PATTERN IS MORE EXCITING! GET A FUCKING LIFE LOSERS! WE ALL KNOW THE ONLY REASON YOU TUNE IN TO BIG BROTHER UP LATE IS SO YOU CAN GET YOUR ROCKS OFF OVER THE FAINT HOPE THAT THERE WILL BE TITTIES! YOU SAD SAD VOYUERISTIC PRICKS!
That goes to anyone who watches big brother.
That goes to anyone who watches big brother.
OH MY GOD! TODAY CHANNEL 7. 12 PM
THE ORIGINAL BACK TO THE FUTURE MOVIE!
IT HASNT BEEN ON TV FOR ABOUT 8 YEARS! FINALLY WE GET TO SEE THE FIRST ONE INSTEAD OF JUST 2 AND 3!
EVERYONE MUST WATCH!
THE ORIGINAL BACK TO THE FUTURE MOVIE!
IT HASNT BEEN ON TV FOR ABOUT 8 YEARS! FINALLY WE GET TO SEE THE FIRST ONE INSTEAD OF JUST 2 AND 3!
EVERYONE MUST WATCH!
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Fat ugly panel chick 8 months pregnant wearing a belly dancing outfit on the panel
ARaagahsgasghasghaehaghahegahgahgahgahahghhaghagahahghaghasdhgahsdgahasdhgahsdghhgh!
Kill me.
ARaagahsgasghasghaehaghahegahgahgahgahahghhaghagahahghaghasdhgahsdgahasdhgahsdghhgh!
Kill me.
Surprise!
Documents that claimed that radioactive material was bought by Iraq from Niger were faked. Told you I wasnt a Hippie!
Documents that claimed that radioactive material was bought by Iraq from Niger were faked. Told you I wasnt a Hippie!
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Some Jokes about Bars
Two men walk into a bar and while they are drinking their beer one turns to the other and says, "Wouldnt it have been funny if we actually walked into an Iron bar instead of this bar? Cause you would have thought the second one of us would have seen it, It is quite the little play on words!" And the second guy goes "Are you coming on to me?"
A duck walks into a bar, and goes up to the bartender and orders a beer, and the bartender is like "Do you want me to put it on your bill?" And the Duck says "No, put it on my tab, but if you could balance the beer on my beak that would be pretty cool." Then the bartender kicked him out of the bar.
Two guys were in a bar and one guy is like "Man, I bet you I can piss all over that guys bar" And the other dude is like "Man, Youre on!" So the first guy goes to the bartender and says " I bet I can piss all over your bar!" And the bartender pulls out a shotgun and goes "Well, Why don't you try it ASSHOLE!" So the other dude is like! "Whoa! Dont shoot me, that guy put me up to it!" So the bartender turned the gun on him, and got the other dude's blood and guts all over like the bar and the other customers, And while the bartender is finishing up with the dead guy, the other guy pisses all over the bar and runs away.
This guy in a bar approaches a chick sitting at the bar and is like " Im not going to use any pick up lines, but how would you like some crazy sex tonight?" and she is like " Im really a man in drag" so the first guy waggles his eyebrows and says "Who said that will be a problem" so the bartender raped him and the she-man helped.
Two men walk into a bar and while they are drinking their beer one turns to the other and says, "Wouldnt it have been funny if we actually walked into an Iron bar instead of this bar? Cause you would have thought the second one of us would have seen it, It is quite the little play on words!" And the second guy goes "Are you coming on to me?"
A duck walks into a bar, and goes up to the bartender and orders a beer, and the bartender is like "Do you want me to put it on your bill?" And the Duck says "No, put it on my tab, but if you could balance the beer on my beak that would be pretty cool." Then the bartender kicked him out of the bar.
Two guys were in a bar and one guy is like "Man, I bet you I can piss all over that guys bar" And the other dude is like "Man, Youre on!" So the first guy goes to the bartender and says " I bet I can piss all over your bar!" And the bartender pulls out a shotgun and goes "Well, Why don't you try it ASSHOLE!" So the other dude is like! "Whoa! Dont shoot me, that guy put me up to it!" So the bartender turned the gun on him, and got the other dude's blood and guts all over like the bar and the other customers, And while the bartender is finishing up with the dead guy, the other guy pisses all over the bar and runs away.
This guy in a bar approaches a chick sitting at the bar and is like " Im not going to use any pick up lines, but how would you like some crazy sex tonight?" and she is like " Im really a man in drag" so the first guy waggles his eyebrows and says "Who said that will be a problem" so the bartender raped him and the she-man helped.
Monday, July 07, 2003
They have been advertising CSI Miami on Channel 9 for about 8 months now, and every time it says its coming soon. They are clearly bullshitting us. AGAIN
World History according to this Stoner
I overheard this conversation between stoners while I was eating my lunch today.
Stoner 1: Hey man, this year is going to be so damn cool down at Goolwa, cause we all have like cars and shit.
Stoner 2: Yeah, We are going to do some hardcore driving on the beach. Did you know that my VW is specially designed for that and shit?
S1: No, Is it really?
S2: Yeah! I was talking to this guy about it, and he was telling me how it was designed in the Boer War, in like Iraq, So they could drive around on the beaches and in like the sand dunes and shit. And they used if like in World War Two for the same thing in Germany
S1: Cool!
S2: And you know how like I have those specially hooded headlights? its so they couldnt drop bombs on it.
S1: But as if they wouldnt have just seen the lights on the ground and dropped them anyway
S2: Dude, Imagine you were in a plane, 100 Kilometers up, would you be like, "Whoa, there are lights down there, Lets bomb them?"
S1: Yeah, I guess not.
OK, Stoner dudes. Back the bus up. The Boer war was between the British and the Boers in South Africa between 1899-1902. The first internal combustion engine cars were built around this era, but didnt go into mass production until well after the Boer war was over. Assuming the VW you are talking about is a Volkswagen, the facts are further strained, because the first Volkswagen was made in Germany in 1946, and not introduced to the world market until 1950. Iraq sandy as it is, does not have too many beaches to speak of. Hooded headlights wouldnt have done much for your car, as any wanker who was driving around at night with their headlights on in enemy territory with the likelihood of being bombed, would surely have been shot by their own side for being so pigshit stupid. Besides, Bombers are PAID to bomb the fuck out of stuff. Speaking of which, the plane was invented by the Wright Brothers in the period between 1900 and 1904. Needless to say, bombers were not fully functional for the short period of the Boer War. As for the altitude, Wow, you really do suck major ass. 100 kilometers up you would find the Thermosphere, with little oxygen and temperatures between 1000 and 1500 degrees Kelvin. Thats hot. And you sir, are an idiot.
Go our education system!
In short, you are a dumbass fuckwit of a person.
You listening to me Fuck stump?
I overheard this conversation between stoners while I was eating my lunch today.
Stoner 1: Hey man, this year is going to be so damn cool down at Goolwa, cause we all have like cars and shit.
Stoner 2: Yeah, We are going to do some hardcore driving on the beach. Did you know that my VW is specially designed for that and shit?
S1: No, Is it really?
S2: Yeah! I was talking to this guy about it, and he was telling me how it was designed in the Boer War, in like Iraq, So they could drive around on the beaches and in like the sand dunes and shit. And they used if like in World War Two for the same thing in Germany
S1: Cool!
S2: And you know how like I have those specially hooded headlights? its so they couldnt drop bombs on it.
S1: But as if they wouldnt have just seen the lights on the ground and dropped them anyway
S2: Dude, Imagine you were in a plane, 100 Kilometers up, would you be like, "Whoa, there are lights down there, Lets bomb them?"
S1: Yeah, I guess not.
OK, Stoner dudes. Back the bus up. The Boer war was between the British and the Boers in South Africa between 1899-1902. The first internal combustion engine cars were built around this era, but didnt go into mass production until well after the Boer war was over. Assuming the VW you are talking about is a Volkswagen, the facts are further strained, because the first Volkswagen was made in Germany in 1946, and not introduced to the world market until 1950. Iraq sandy as it is, does not have too many beaches to speak of. Hooded headlights wouldnt have done much for your car, as any wanker who was driving around at night with their headlights on in enemy territory with the likelihood of being bombed, would surely have been shot by their own side for being so pigshit stupid. Besides, Bombers are PAID to bomb the fuck out of stuff. Speaking of which, the plane was invented by the Wright Brothers in the period between 1900 and 1904. Needless to say, bombers were not fully functional for the short period of the Boer War. As for the altitude, Wow, you really do suck major ass. 100 kilometers up you would find the Thermosphere, with little oxygen and temperatures between 1000 and 1500 degrees Kelvin. Thats hot. And you sir, are an idiot.
Go our education system!
In short, you are a dumbass fuckwit of a person.
You listening to me Fuck stump?
Saturday, July 05, 2003
General Incompetence.
I had an experience today with a certain character who cannot be identified for privacy reasons. From here on in I will be refering to them as General Incompetence. (Or GI if I'm feeling lazy, which I am)
So I walk into the mass/assembly this afternoon, and Mr Goodall (Who is a champ) comes up to me, and we have a chat about Jeff Buckley, an artist that both of us are avid fans of. It is about 10 minutes before the assembly starts, that Goodall realises he needs an extra overhead projector screen for the hymns and readings and stuff. So he asks me to "Run down to the library and get one for him".
So I toddle off like the obedient little peon that I am, and walk into the library. The second I step through the doors, GI is upon me
"You cant be here! There is an assembly on! Go to the hall" It shrieks at me.
"Yes, I know, Mr Goodall sent me down here to get a spare OHP Screen for the Mass"
"What does he need that for?"
"Projecting things onto I assume" I respond, already mentally cursing the existence of GI.
"But there are already three up there" GI replies.
"Yes, I know, but he wants another one"
"But there are already three up there"
YES YOU SAID THAT ALREADY YOU STUPID FUCK! WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU? SOME SORT OF MORON WHO LIKES TO STEAL OHP SCREENS FROM SCHOOL LIBRARIES IN MY SPARE FUCKING TIME! I screamed in my mind. Regaining my composure, I respond.
"Well, He asked me to come get one"
"Tch, I Dont see why he needs it, there are already three up there, One on the left, one on the right, and one in the middle on stage" (GI said the last part reaaaaaaal slow, like I was simple or something)
"So, can I have the screen?"
"No, I will just go up and check"
Now, Mr Goodall is smart. He is not only smart, but he is handy at all things technical, and runs a lot of the setups and packups for assemblies and masses and has done for a long long time, If he sends me down to the fucking library to pick up an OHP screen, he NEEDS the OHP screen. There is no chance that he simply forgot that there are already three up there. I made this clear to GI
"Well, I dont think he would have told me to come down here if he didnt need one"
"Come with me" GI snaps at me.
OK, So I have long legs, I take normal sized steps. A walk from the library to the hall takes me maybe a minute. GI has stumpy legs. I could cut the arms and legs off of my grandma, and SHE could haul her 87 year old ass to the hall faster than GI did, even if she did have to pull herself along the ground using her gums.
Thirty Minutes later, when we eventually arrive at the hall, After I have expended all my mental energy wishing hateful shit and heaping profanities upon GI, GI nochalantly realises
"Oh, The screen on the right is broken, Come back to the library"
Like seriously, WHAT THE FUCK WAS GI THINKING! I wouldnt be wasting my precious time wandering my lazy ass around the school trying to get an OHP screen if I didnt actually need one! And like, WHY IN THE NAME OF HOLY FUCK THE THIRD would I want to STEAL an OHP Screen from school. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME FUCK STUMP?
So, after the 40 minute journey back to the library (The highlight being GI almost falling down the stairs and bouncing all the way to the bottom), GI decides to give me the damn screen.
"Take it straight there, and bring it straight back when you are done"
Like I'm going to take it to Mexico to show illegal porn on it or something.
I walk about 10 paces before I realise that the screen is broken.
"This screen is broken, I think Mr Goodall will need a working one"
So then GI gives me attitude like I was the one who broke it. I just grab a new screen and walk out. I can't deal with this kind of bullshit! I really cant.
The school needs to employ people with more intelligence
Rant over.
Go to bed.
I had an experience today with a certain character who cannot be identified for privacy reasons. From here on in I will be refering to them as General Incompetence. (Or GI if I'm feeling lazy, which I am)
So I walk into the mass/assembly this afternoon, and Mr Goodall (Who is a champ) comes up to me, and we have a chat about Jeff Buckley, an artist that both of us are avid fans of. It is about 10 minutes before the assembly starts, that Goodall realises he needs an extra overhead projector screen for the hymns and readings and stuff. So he asks me to "Run down to the library and get one for him".
So I toddle off like the obedient little peon that I am, and walk into the library. The second I step through the doors, GI is upon me
"You cant be here! There is an assembly on! Go to the hall" It shrieks at me.
"Yes, I know, Mr Goodall sent me down here to get a spare OHP Screen for the Mass"
"What does he need that for?"
"Projecting things onto I assume" I respond, already mentally cursing the existence of GI.
"But there are already three up there" GI replies.
"Yes, I know, but he wants another one"
"But there are already three up there"
YES YOU SAID THAT ALREADY YOU STUPID FUCK! WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU? SOME SORT OF MORON WHO LIKES TO STEAL OHP SCREENS FROM SCHOOL LIBRARIES IN MY SPARE FUCKING TIME! I screamed in my mind. Regaining my composure, I respond.
"Well, He asked me to come get one"
"Tch, I Dont see why he needs it, there are already three up there, One on the left, one on the right, and one in the middle on stage" (GI said the last part reaaaaaaal slow, like I was simple or something)
"So, can I have the screen?"
"No, I will just go up and check"
Now, Mr Goodall is smart. He is not only smart, but he is handy at all things technical, and runs a lot of the setups and packups for assemblies and masses and has done for a long long time, If he sends me down to the fucking library to pick up an OHP screen, he NEEDS the OHP screen. There is no chance that he simply forgot that there are already three up there. I made this clear to GI
"Well, I dont think he would have told me to come down here if he didnt need one"
"Come with me" GI snaps at me.
OK, So I have long legs, I take normal sized steps. A walk from the library to the hall takes me maybe a minute. GI has stumpy legs. I could cut the arms and legs off of my grandma, and SHE could haul her 87 year old ass to the hall faster than GI did, even if she did have to pull herself along the ground using her gums.
Thirty Minutes later, when we eventually arrive at the hall, After I have expended all my mental energy wishing hateful shit and heaping profanities upon GI, GI nochalantly realises
"Oh, The screen on the right is broken, Come back to the library"
Like seriously, WHAT THE FUCK WAS GI THINKING! I wouldnt be wasting my precious time wandering my lazy ass around the school trying to get an OHP screen if I didnt actually need one! And like, WHY IN THE NAME OF HOLY FUCK THE THIRD would I want to STEAL an OHP Screen from school. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME FUCK STUMP?
So, after the 40 minute journey back to the library (The highlight being GI almost falling down the stairs and bouncing all the way to the bottom), GI decides to give me the damn screen.
"Take it straight there, and bring it straight back when you are done"
Like I'm going to take it to Mexico to show illegal porn on it or something.
I walk about 10 paces before I realise that the screen is broken.
"This screen is broken, I think Mr Goodall will need a working one"
So then GI gives me attitude like I was the one who broke it. I just grab a new screen and walk out. I can't deal with this kind of bullshit! I really cant.
The school needs to employ people with more intelligence
Rant over.
Go to bed.
Friday, July 04, 2003
1. What were your favorite childhood stories?
I really cant remember, I used to read lots and lots of stuff.
2. What books from your childhood would you like to share with [your] children?
Whatever really. I guess i will just encourage them to read whatever they want to
3. Have you re-read any of those childhood stories and been surprised by anything?
The Enid Blyton books. The names Dick and Fanny that I didnt laugh at when i was three years old, but find heaps humourous now.
4. How old were you when you first learned to read?
I dont know, like 3?
5. Do you remember the first 'grown-up' book you read? How old were you?
Probably "The Hobbit" I would have been in about Year 2 or 3 I guess.
I really cant remember, I used to read lots and lots of stuff.
2. What books from your childhood would you like to share with [your] children?
Whatever really. I guess i will just encourage them to read whatever they want to
3. Have you re-read any of those childhood stories and been surprised by anything?
The Enid Blyton books. The names Dick and Fanny that I didnt laugh at when i was three years old, but find heaps humourous now.
4. How old were you when you first learned to read?
I dont know, like 3?
5. Do you remember the first 'grown-up' book you read? How old were you?
Probably "The Hobbit" I would have been in about Year 2 or 3 I guess.
Thursday, July 03, 2003
http://www.henry.martinez.net/misc/lego-dope.htm
Now this is funny.
Thanks to Loz for giving this to me
Now this is funny.
Thanks to Loz for giving this to me
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
For some reason, Inspiration seems to strike at the most inopportune of times. Whenever I have an idea, I'm not sitting around one lazy Sunday just waiting to do something exciting. Ideas always fly at me when I'm in class, once in a debate, and I had to scribble it all down on the back of one of my cue cards as fast as I could. Last night, It struck me at about 11:30. That's right, 11:30 on a Monday night. Now when inspiriation strikes like this, I cant sit and ignore it, or else it will sit turning over and over in my mind until I eventually get up and do something about it. So I sit down at my computer and start to write. And I swear to you. Its like a drug. I sat there typing for damn near three hours, but when I looked up I had completely lost track of the time. So thats why I'm Bloody tired today, and doing a lazy ass home room time post instead of showing up to actual homeroom. I dont particularly want to front up to maths in a lessons time, or Indo double later on. I'm too damn tired, and its going to kill me. Although, I guess there are only three days left before crazy holidays.
Better go, Or maths teacher will kill me painfully, and tear me apart looking for that DI that is about 8 weeks overdue.
Peace out
Better go, Or maths teacher will kill me painfully, and tear me apart looking for that DI that is about 8 weeks overdue.
Peace out