It seems as I'm going to be away again next week sometime. When I got home yesterday I see two suitcases sitting near the table upstairs and I thought wtf was going on. I kind of knew we were going to be flying somewhere, but I didn't know why and when. So I kind of went down to the computer and saw print out of tickets from Qantas to Sydney, and instantly I knew that we would be flying down for my uncle's birthday. Great! I'm going to be spending around 5 days with my relatives whom I hate very dearly, not only that, I won't be at home. It would be good if we were actually staying in Sydney for it 'cause than I could go and spend money, but no, we have to go to Parkes (where my parents lived). So if anyone that is going to Sydney airport at around 6 in the morning and would like to see me, go for it!

Considering this is now a wednesday, and that school goes back in 5 days, I'm going to have a mad rush to try and do.. 3 english assignments, 1 history essay (and oral), a chemistry write up, study for a: math and biology test the week back (which haha, I'm going to miss.. Fuck.), a legal "IRR" which isn't really an IRR but something where I have to "hand" out surveys and write a report about it (an IRR is an independent research report). So wow.. I have a lot of things to do for every subject I have in little under five days.

Speaking of doing assignments, today at work I was talking to Terry and just aimlessly turning the little flat-top around so I could go the other way. Normally I'd make sure there wasn't anyone in the general area, just incase I would hit them. Well, today there was someone in the way and I hadn't really taken notice at how close they were. Now they being: an older woman and an attractive younger female (younger being my age). So anyway, I had turned it fully around and I had realised I nearly took out the younger lady and the older woman (obviously her mother as they looked fairly alike).
Older woman: "You nearly took her out there"
Me: "Heh, Sorry."
Older woman: "I wouldn't mind if you did"

Now I'm quite sure I went a couple of shades of red then because I didn't know whether: the older woman was saying that, or that the daughter had said something about me to her. Could she be insinuating that I am a "looker" (Haha..) and that I look suitable for her daughter? Either that (or I'm very vain and self centered) or she was abusing me and that if I had of hit her she could have sued for damages. Go figure.


These suitcases can go and burn in hell as I kicked them after I came home from work. They may be "plastic" but by god they hurt.


Aw, could they look any more cuter? Those little small, fuzzballs of fun!


No real reason for why this is here, I just thought the internet would like to see my namebadge.

Hooray! I'm still alive! I have a lot of stories to tell you right now, but I can only really think of one or two. From the beginning: we all thought we could get ready the night before, have all the stuff packed away in the trailer by thursday night. We did manage to, only missing out on an esky and some bags. We all had decided to pack up and leave straight after school (only because we found out Jack was going to be following us down to Buley Rockhole). Needless to say, we didn't end up leaving until around 5 o'clock because we were all too slow about packing up. But who cares, we did end up getting there before it was dark, so it was alright.

We get down to Buley and find the whole place packed, and the first car we see is Fat Jack's. My heart sank at that point because I know he had the only avaliable camping site and we would have to stay with him our whole trip. Ok, I suppose I can just ignore him, but still. So yeah, we set up our tent (well, it was the smaller of the two because we couldn't be bothered to try and hammer tent pegs into rock. So we all tried to sleep there, but Daryl, Nick and Fat Jack managed to stay up and eat the majority of our food. Fat Jack sitting there trying to be like me (and failing miserably).

So the next morning I had seen another couple drive off, and instantly I said to Daryl (Terry and Nick were swimming), "We are moving over there *points*". So yes, we moved and set up camp away from Fat Jack. We never really did see them a lot after that, but we did see them whenever we were just sitting down at the tent doing nothing. Oh! Speaking of not talking to them ever again, we were having a swim after dinner on.. saturday night and Nick was already into his drinks. Anyway, whenever Nick begins to drown (or start to sink) he holds his can up so no water gets in the can. Now something had happened before, either Nick pushed Fat Jack into the water or something, because Fat Jack got back up tried to pull Nick underwater and dragged his can under aswell. So Nick swung a punch and just missed. Not less than 5 minutes later, they had decided to get out of the water and go to "sleep". On sunday we find out that Fat Jack isn't going to be staying until monday and they packed up and left that same day.

The saturday morning that Nick and Terry went for a swim, Nick found an akubra hat sitting out near the water and of course he grabbed it 'cos it was a good hat. I can see you now thinking that he shouldn't have taken it but left it there for the owner to come back. So he was walking around camp with it on, everyone from camping grounds saw him with it on. Ok we thought, the owner has either: left or it has been left there for a while. Monday or sunday afternoon (I had to take the biggest crap, stupid peppers that were on Nick's pizza) and I came back to the tent and Nick was getting some drinks. Because we had just been for a walk he had the hat on, so he put it in the tent and we went off for a swim. Moments later some fat fuck comes storming down to the pool where we were and starts abusing us (not asking us whether we had it, but abusing us). Screaming out at the top of his lungs that we were thieves and what have you and that he was going to tell the ranger about us. I was about ready to chop the cunts face off after abusing us right then and there, I think had he of continued, I would have started to abuse him about his accusations. And of course the other three weren't doing anything to defend themselves.

Well, the whole camping trip was basically swimming and walking around, and boy am I getting sick of walking in god damn sandals (can you say blisters and cuts), but I think I shall get over that for it was a good trip and I'm likely to do it again at the end of school. I know next time that I'm going to have to bring some kind of joggers to walk properly ever again. One last thing, considering I had my licence I was doing some driving whilst we were down there. Hooray!

Well, today is the last "day" for me on the internet and blogging for a whole five days. I think it is going to be fun camping again, 'cept for this time Fat Jack is coming along. Well, he isn't really coming with us, he is going with a couple of "friends" of his. Even now I think they aren't going with them (they are the smart ones) and that Jack is going to be camping with us. I think I explained it in an earlier post about the whole predicament with Jack inviting himself. We did manage to leave him completely out of it all and it would be just four of us and he wasn't going to be camping at all. Well, I found out today that his friends most probably will not be camping with him and that he would be following us down to Litchfield and camping with us.

Time for a whine! Some of you may remember, but I did go camping with Nick and Terry earlier this year and that we went for three days down to some river. Either people have forgotten that I have been camping before, but everyone seems to think that I've never been camping and that this is the first time "I'm going to be away from my computer". Now that just isn't cool. I insult people about what they say and all, and they managed to find a "way" to insult me about what I say (that is before I insult myself), but today was just the end of all the snide computer remarks. So what I use computers a lot? Who cares, I like using them, so I continue to. I don't abuse people for something they like to do, like maybe they like to play games all the time. What would happen if those games are replaced by a computer? Isn't that essentially the same thing?

Normally I let comments like that slide by 'cause I'd ignore them and continue on what I was doing, but today was the end of the corn flavoured pickle. Some background info: Daryl, Nick and I were talking about what we forgot when we went shopping yesterday, and everyone around decided they'd put their two cents in and said that we should be taking vegetables and such (Sian and Natalie were saying this), then all of a sudden someone asked how long we were going for and I said for five days.

Natalie: "Oh, so you are going to be away from your computer and internet for that long hey?"
Me: *Blank stare for a few seconds* "That wasn't cool. I hate you now"
Her: "Oh? You didn't already?"
Me: "No." (It was more of a quick, monosyllable 'no', followed by another long blank stare)
Her: *Shocked look and stare at the ground*

By then everyone was listening so they all kind of saw me say I hated her guts. I know that a few other people hate her and that they haven't told her to her face. So hurrah for being the first person to! So yes, I wasn't too happy about other snide remarks the rest of the day.

Moral of the story? People suck.

Hooray, it seems today has been my lucky day (I suppose). First off I had school which I did not want to go do, but I went to anyway knowing that all day I'll be all nervous having the whole, I-have-to-crap-constantly feeling in my stomach. It wasn't all that bad, but it was still a pain in the ass to waste time at school, and it didn't help the fact that half of our classes had no one in there because everyone else were out doing exams for indo or some other stupid class. Anyway, so I went off for my lesson before the test today and I surely got fucked over. The two lessons was $100. What the fuck am I paying for? Him letting me use his car for a whole two hours? What a load of shit.

So anyway, I ended up just driving like I normally do, 'cept for the whole parking thing, and by god I really, really suck at hills. Not hill starts, but the other way.. reversing up a hill. So yeah, lesson aside, I went on to do my test, but thank god, I didn't have Elvis this time - last time, the MVR dude looked like an elf (with the whole pointy ear thing) and he spoke like Elvis ("Uihh, thank-you-very-much") - The moment I saw this dude he looked seemed better than the other guy and when I started to talk to him, he seems to hate the MVR and their method as much as I do. Oh and haha at my driving instructor. Before my lesson, he was talking to my mum, saying blah blah blah, he is a good driver, has the skill, sming schmleh smah. Then he got into saying how my attitude was poor when I found out I failed last time. How arrogant can this bastard get? Not only was he saying this to my mum, he said that when he got in the car after. The moment he said that my attitude was poor, I came out and said, "I was just about ready to slash his face open when he said I failed". I think at about this point in time, he was never scared of me until then.

Now when I first when for my test I did everything right (not to toot my own horn.. *falls over laughing*), 'cept for parking and a u-turn. This time I managed to get some things wrong, like missing out on a mirror check when I was doing something (I forgot when), but I don't really care now considering I never have to go through their little method ever again. So yes, in other words, I passed my test and I'm now a license "provisional" drive. Users of the road be afraid, BE VERY AFRAID.

One last thing, I was reading in the letter to the editor part in today's paper, and it had some dickhead saying that scientists have not proven evolution. Instantly I wanted to slash his finger open and make him eat it. After reading his letter, I was to sure whether or not he was agreeing with some other letter sent near the start of this month, or that this first letter was completely wrong about evolution begin a fact of life. Now I only know two types of people that think that way, they are either Christians, or they a very superstitious. The guy ended up saying that whatever the bible (I'm such a rebel, not capitalising bible) said some 6 millennia about humans being created by god (hehe, ibid) was all true and the fact that we are all an "accident" in chemical and physical terms is wrong. No real reason for why I'm saying this, but I thought it was funny how ignorant christians can be.

Yesterday I was intent on doing some work. I don't know why.. well, really I do know why I was doing it, but I still have no idea why I was doing it. I was actually doing some Macbeth journal responses that were suppose to be done.. 3 weeks ago. It is alright now though, I have finished them! Yes, a whole 4 pages back-to-front full of writing. Go me! So anyway, today is sunday the 19th, I have my final drive thingy (again) tomorrow at about 3pm, so I'm going to have to remember how to drive before that, though I have been driving. Let us all pray that I will pass this time so I won't have to speak to my driving instructor or the guy at the MVR ever again, and when I do pass, I'll be able to drive around when we go camping!

Speaking of camping, I haven't told the internet that I'm going camping with Nick, Terry, and Daryl next weekend. I might not have been blogging when I last went camping, but it was fun then and I'm sure it is going to be much more fun. Originally it was just the four of us going and then someone had decided (it was Nick) that Jack should be told where we are going. Being the stupid fat fuck that Jack is, he invited himself along with us. Now, I'm quite sure all of us hate Jack, because I know I do, and the way that everyone was saying "I don't want Jack to come along", I got the distinct feeling that they all hate him too. So anyway, we all tried a way of telling Jack that he isn't going, of course they are all chicken shit (and aren't mean enough) to tell him he isn't going. To cut a long story short, luck would have it his parents aren't letting him come along, so they didn't have to be mean, and I couldn't be mean to him. So yes, I'm going to be absent from the internet from the 24th to the 29th this month. Wish me luck!

I most probably will be taking a camera along so I'll be able to take photos, but in the mean time, I shall dedicate this post to a phlog (that would be photo blog, I got it from website that I can't remember).



Here is where I do my stuff. Oh! I have my Doom 3 poster stuck up (I put it up today, if you hadn't noticed)


This would be a bird that has decided to lay it's eggs outside my parent's bedroom window. Really cool++.



You can all view my driveway and dead grass (it hasn't rained on or been watered for ever)

This morning started off to a blast at school. Normally in History I have a laptop to play on, but recently I haven't so I've been striking from doing work. Anyway, I decided to go next door and go on the internet and do stuff, so Terry and I went next door. Now I'm sure everyone knows there is at least some kind of computer wanna-be-nerd in a computing class. Well there seemed to be 5 of those nerds, as they were all playing the first doom (don't ask me where they got it, they could have downloaded it for all I care). Being the conscientious student that I am (more like I wanted to see them get in trouble by the teacher, am i rite?), I told the teacher that was in there, he did nothing. Oh well I thought, I'll just let them be, until one of them asked where it was, and another said it was on the student transfer, which is a networked drive available for everyone to copy/paste stuff.

Right about now I'm thinking that I should have let them be and continue what I was doing, but I didn't. So I went in to see how they were distributing doom. Silly them, they had installed it on the drive which is accessed by teachers, students, and the computer admin at the school. Being the whore I am, I delete the files and added some files saying I'm saving their asses by deleting it. Afterwards that, the lesson went to shit. I spent a whole double lesson making their gaming time unavailable (by deleting whatever files they put on the server and sit there and listen to them worry about where they are going, etcetera. I think by that point I was having fun more or less listen to them cry about things going missing until I added some folders with messages to them.

Things right then got interesting becaused I was pretending to be the computer admin. Well, not at first though, I wasn't really being anyone, just saying they shouldn't be playing games during class time and that they should stop there. I was doing more than the teacher at this point in time. Things went along, I think all of them gave up the fact that it wasn't really a teacher or computer admin as they started to insult me. So I retaliated by using whatever they said a few seconds/minutes before and say it wasn't of importance. By then they were really worried, as they were talking to a "teacher", and I knew who they were. At one point, I said all of their names (which I had gathered by listening to them call out their names when they got another message) and they all kind of flipped saying "Oh no, they know who we are, we are going to get in so much shit".

I was nearly in stitches because of their poor attitude to whoever was talking to them. So I thought telling them that I was on my way about to kick them off the computer and remove their internet access. Really, I was going to make Ms Herrod walk into the next room saying that the computer admin called the sose office to tell "their names here" to stop playing games. It was all ruined and pilled into a small box when she decided to talk to the year 11 coordinator about him doing it, but all he did was say that he can't walk into some room and tell these kids off when there is already a teacher in there. He also had the hide to say that I shouldn't be acting as a teacher and telling them off. So wait, they would rather have 5 kids not doing any work at all and play games and not some year 11 causing their game time to diminish. Teachers are very queer. Whilst all this was happening, it was right outside of the computer room door, so I'm sure they heard me saying something. So yes, my cover was blown.

Though it was a very "productive" lesson I must say. It does show how ignorant teachers are at my school and how unwilling they are to have a vigilant year 11 doing what their computer admin should really be doing. Maybe I should become the schools admin, that would be rather exciting, but very boring, specially trying to teach teachers about how to use their new laptops.

I wonder if people that I write about in my blog suddenly found out about my website and decided to read it. I know that one of my teachers has read my blogs, so she has seen a side of her that only the internet should only barely see. I know that I wouldn't really care whether or not people that I abuse on here know about what I think, because I know if I ever see them, there would be some intense tension. But I do know that I'd have trouble if certain people read my blog. Specially most of my friends. Not all of my friends, just friends that I can't be myself around.

If that hasn't given some people incentive to tell Katerina about my page, then I don't know what is. I know that I could never tell her about it, it would be to creepy. I'll stop talking about Katerina now, hopefully tomorrow half of my school blows up so I have something to talk about, otherwise I'm going to be blank for stuff to say. Maybe something stupid will happen tomorrow and I'll still remember when I get home. Maybe I should get a laptop so I could blog about events that happen then and there. That's a plan!

I have dishonored my asian family in Tibet tonight, but I'll get to the dishonoring part later. Anyway, today, I got to "drive" my mum's car! Well, technically it wasn't a real drive, it was more like, back it out of the driveway and parallel park it outside. But still, it was more fun than I thought. When I say my mum's car, the first thing I'd think of (if I hadn't seen the car before) would be some small Mazda type of car. Pfft on that, it was a 4WD. A Prado, which is a smaller version of a Land Cruiser, but still a 4WD. Can you imagine me, driving around with P plates in the window of a 4WD around Darwin? By god that would be something to see. I don't know how I'd go though, I'm so used to little cars, I'd end up hitting something and not worring caring about it.

I hate weekends, there is never enough time to do anything really. I mean, I can't even have a sleep in like you are suppose to on a weekend. Normally I'd like to be able to sleep in until 10-11am, because I get up at 7 in the morning to get ready for school. But no, I have to get up at 9 because I'd "get a sore head for sleeping too much". Pfft on that. Anyway, and today I had to go to some stupid hockey thing for my sister. I mean, I don't even go to watch her play hockey, why am I going to want to watch her get some award for losing in the grand final? Boring, and boy was it ever. I sat in my seat for 2 hours whilst I stared into nothing. Offtopic: there is a lot of sounds in the first song for Nick Skitz's latest album. I mean, it's not just two or three background sounds, it's more like.. BANG.. background sounds.

Onto the dishonoring of my country (just a little prologue). Went out to Casuarina Club tonight for some dinner, only because last night there was the weekly fight between family members when trying to work out what to have, and seeing as though my Nana and Pop are (still) up here, they all organised tonights dinner last night (how handy). Anyway, we (well, I walked there) chose one of the tables at the back (colder there) and I sat down waiting for food and drinks to arrive. Had my normal stare blankly around the room for people to look and stare at when someone caught my attention. They might have been walking away and I only saw their back, but I knew straight away that I knew who it was. Low-and-behold, it was Katerina. Instantly I became all nervous like because I hadn't seen her (spoken to properly) for.. since the start of this year. When she was walking back to her seat, I could have sworn she saw me looking (I was trying to work out who she was), but I did the whole, I'm-just-staring-in-that-general-direction lookaway. I felt so ashamed at myself. Either, I didn't want to acknowledge that she was indeed still in Darwin and not "talking" to me, or I just didn't want to see her, knowing full well that I still have feelings (more like creepy-movie-stalker-don't-tell-them feelings) for her.
Maybe I should just get over her and find someone else.. maybe. Stop being such the stupid fool that I am and "do something else" (HAHA )-:). I know that I'm going to dwell on this event for a few days, doing the whole hindsight thing where I sit there and think I should have said hello, or even waved. But right now, I'm going to roll up into a ball and cry.

"Shiny happy people holding hands, shiny happy people laughing."

Today we had some annual Dripstone Day, which consists mostly of school for the first double lesson, some football match between coons and our school, and then a talent quest to finish off the day. I suppose it was alright, considering all I really saw of the day was the talent quest and my first class. In history, I was suppose to be copying files over from one laptop to another (of the teachers), but no, she decided that she didn't want my help and that she would rather have the computer technician see all of her music (which is what she wanted in the first place) being copied over onto a government computer.

(This all happened on wednesday) I found out that instead of spending an hour and a bit outside watching guys playing with themselves, that we could go and watch a movie in the "Movie Appreciation Club", which was really a bunch of people watching a movie in the air con. Anyway, I decided that I was going to supply the movie so I had to find a movie before friday. I ended up getting Fahrenheit 9/11 which wasn't watched by other people. Stupid them. But Daryl and I did spend an hour trying to find a way to watch my movie. We (Sian, Pandelitsa, Daryl and myself) convinced Dicko to let us watch it by ourselves in the english computer room with a cool tv. Was a really good movie if you had some idea who the people were and what Moore was trying to do. A lot of the movie was more so bagging out Bush, but it was a good movie.

The talent quest was easily predictable. Seeing as half the school is either black, or listen to rap, the majority of people that went up there were dancing to some gay black song, or they were singing to Christina Aguilera. And of course the year 12's had to do something that would surpass the ones before, and win. It must be some kind of expectation that when you are in year 12, you must be in the talent quest. I think if I were to ever be in one of them, it would be one where there would be at least, no dancing.

I think I've stressed this earlier in a post, but nukem and myself have succeeded in googlebombing animal sodomy. We have reached the number one spot for animal sodomy on google. A better explaination of it is on the front page of nukem's page, so visit and read.

Wow, I found out that there was some Australian embassy in Jakarta was targetted today by some bombers. Though, there was only a car bomb out the front of the place, it still blew up lots, and lots of windows. Imagine had you had been standing near when they all shattered at once. My god, it would be ear piercing. It would be.. SHATTER, and then your ear drums non-existant. Pain! All in that order. It shows how really fucked up half the world is. I mean, instantly the government blamed the people responsible for the Bali bombing. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought they had captured those who blew up Bali and are now being trialed for it all, all locked up in their small indonesian jail cell. I'm no physician, but I'm quite sure that time travel/being in two places at once hasn't been proved yet. Now how the hell can they be blamed for it?

I think governments, and most probably the Australian public, were much like many of the Americans and said that someone else is out to get them in the great scheme of all things. Governments and the general public jump to fast to a conclusion. Ok, maybe some guy didn't decide to make a car bomb and park randomly out in front of a cool looking building with lots of glass, but why blame people that attacked before? Sure, it's quite possible that the same organization (the one that is training them in Australia and sending them overseas to blow stuff up) is at fault here. Couldn't the government be more at fault?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not against what Mr Howard has done with Australia. I don't really care that half of the Australian army (hyperbole) is over in Arab land, only because it doesn't directly affect me (I'm so selfish). I think most of the terrorism in the world today is the fault of the country being terrorised. Every action has an equal or opposite reaction. America attacked (I'm not so good with the American history, correct me if I'm wrong) Arab land way back when Bush Senior was in power. Technically America lost, because Saddam went free. Now Arab land has a "reason" to attack America, I mean, I'd stab someone if they stabbed me first. It's the first thing I'd do, not think about any repercussions, just act. Though, on the part on the Arabs, they took their sweet time in attacking back.

One more political debate: Do you really think the Twin Tower attacks were planned on a certain day so that people would remember 911? 911 being the emergency number over in the US of A. Was the attack a coincidence, or was there an underlying meaning (other than blowing up two buildings) about Arabs making so much of an impact that whenever people think of ringing the emergency number, they will immediately think of the Twin Tower attacks.

Remind me never, ever to work two or more nights in a row and wear jeans to work. I can barely walk. For those who don't want to know, or don't know at all, I have groin rash. I handled last night's rash alright today, as it wasn't as obvious when I walked. But by god, now, I can barely walk. Work wasn't all that bad that I make it out to be. Though since Jason has returned, I've been just dropping boxes, and that is it. Isn't all that bad I suppose, though my legs hurt after work. I'd rather be using a palette jack and bring out palettes, considering there isn't much effort required to bring out big stuff, it's only looking where things are to make sure the palette will fit through. I did see Ms Pikolous (my english teacher) wandering around in Kmart with someone.

School is getting more boring than ever. I've resorted into "talking" to people I barely talk to, though I only don't talk to them because I hate them or I just don't like them. One of the many. Seeing as the amount of weird people (because Taryn left >=() has declined to me, I have nothing better than to talk to myself or anyone that goes by. Unless they are ugly/stupid people, then I just insult them when they walk by. Either I've begun to hang around Pandelitsa (some wog), or she is hanging around Sian and Sian is hanging around Nat. Such a very vicious circle.

Speaking of vicious circles, there is some Dripstone Day on there friday where after the first double on friday, there are school-y activities occuring. Typical darwin teachers, have some stupid spend time doing nothing day after the first double on friday. I don't think History will be that bad, considering I'll be stealing Ms Herrod's new laptop and "working" (more like copying music over, am i rite). I really need to buy myself a laptop, they would be so useful, other than the fact that the damn bags are three times the size of my bag (another hyperbole), they would be still useful. Thinking about it, I wouldn't have a need for my bag would I? I could just have a really nifty laptop bag and have my lunch in there (yay, I'm still one of those poor kids that take a lunch box with lunch in it to school) and my math book.. nifty. I have my current evil genius-laptop-plan planned out already. I just need money.. damn.

Can you buy stuff with New Zealand money? I seem to have.. 20c from New Zealand. Yes.. I travelled to New Zealand to gather 20c from there to create a blog posting about it. I should take a camera to school on friday and take photos for no apparent reasons. Though I think there are laws against someone taking pictures of people without them knowing.. oh well. It's a date. The internet gets to see who most of my friends and cool teachers are (there are like.. two cool teachers I have, the rest are faggots). I have 4 more GMail invites, who wants one?

I am sitting here with my leg up on my desk (thinking about how much ball rash hurts) thinking that I should be doing my math. Considering I have a math test tomorrow, on some serious polynominals that I don't remember how to do. Though I did have a chemistry test on today that I thought I was going to suck hard at, and I did. I should really start to think about studying and paying attention to teachers during class. But they seem to dribble on about the same thing all the time, "Blah blah blah, you people should act like year 11's, blah blah blah". That is what I normally hear from them.

I had to work tonight, I have to work tomorrow too. Tonight was alright work wise I suppose, even though it was a little bit bland, but what do you expect. Money is money I suppose. Speaking of money, I got a print out of my account thingy (what has been added to my account recently) and I found about $280 in there. Hooray! Moneys! Not a lot really, but considering I've had the account open for a total of 3 weeks, and money has been added since the 24th of last month, I think I'm going pretty well. I don't think I'll ever take money out because it is too hard. I mean, either I have to walk all the way to their little ATM's or go to Kmart and get money out so I don't have to pay hundred's of thousands of dollars in fees. I should really give ACU a visit and make them make my account internetable. Much more easier I hope.

Oh! After work I'd normally go for a drive just to make sure I can still drive (I'm yet to ring my driving instructor to make sure he knows that I'm using his car when I do my test) and stuff. Anyway, coming in from the city, there is.. maybe a few kilometres of straight road (if you live up here, it's that stretch of road where the coons are normally hit by buses, and where their communities are). I wouldn't have thought that stupid faggots with "fast" cars would even attempt to use that road as a test ground for their car. Well, they (they being 4 asian cars and a commodore) decide to zoom past me (I was doing the speed limit) at 120km/h. Three cars did this past me, on both sides mind you. Then this blue honda civic came along aswell, though he decided to hit the next gear next to me. This car was not meant for speeds that he was doing because it sounded like it was going to explode into a thousand pieces into my face. What didn't help was that he swerved (I have no idea why, there weren't any cars in front on him) in front of me to get into the middle lane. I nearly shat my pants four times. Rather a scary incident. Then you know, mum decided that she was going to have the whole, I-don't-want-you-doing-that lecture. I shrugged it off and continued driving.

Final thoughts, having a relationship whilst still in school is rather pointless (I think anyway). I mean, what is going to happen the moment year 12 has finished and you split up? Won't the whole, spending 2-3 years (hyperbole) together and only having to break up when you leave. I'm kind of directing this at people that are going out (I think!) Well, more or so when I think people are "checking me out" (hahaha at that) but it is clear they are looking at my severe physical deformities (I don't have much self confidence do I).

God I hate it when relatives come up to visit. I hate all of my relatives, minus maybe... two, but I'm sure they all hate me. We have our nana and pop up (my mum's parents) for who the hell knows how long, but they are up here. It is annoying, because I'm suppose to reform into someone that has different manners than what I've been used to. For example, I drink water straight from the water bottle in the fridge (old orange juice containers with water), and every time some guest is up here I'm suppose to be using a cup. I shall piss on that.

Nothing else has happened recently. Although, I am suppose to be studying for my chemistry test on monday, but I'm not. But I have remodelled the front page! Not really exciting, but whatever.

Until I find another good topic!

My god, it is september already, only 8 months ago it was January (funny that). Nothing has really happened lately, it's quite sad. Well.. no, nothing has happened. School is about as boring as it always is, and nothing is happening at home. Nothing "really" happening at home. Though my dad has been very untalkative towards me lately though. Well, not so much as my dad, but my whole family (ahh, peace and quiet). I don't know whether or not they are all having PMS and don't want to talk to me, or dad has decided that whatever I download on the internet (even if it isn't porn) it is porn, or "rubbish". I'm getting sick of it now, I have just stopped listening to what he says now.

Since Nat has gotten his license (stupid fuck that he is, passing his test and when I didn't), lunch time normally consists of us getting in his car (us being Renee, Nat, sometimes Sian, and myself) and driving around. Mostly to flaps (Hungry Jacks or Burger King). I'm really getting sick of not having my license, though, if I had my license, I wouldn't be able to drive anywhere because I don't have a car. But still, I have to take time in ringing my stupid driving instructor and asking whether or not he has booked me into a lesson before the test, and a lesson for the test. I just know this time he is going to not speak to me as if he had just been teaching me to drive, more like he will ignore me because I ruined his perfect record. Haha on that.

I think all of my friends need to get blogs. They seem to work really well on vented anger and feelings. Not just my friends in real life... well, everyone else I know has a blog. But no, none of my real life friends have decided to delve into the blog world. These people need to get out more.

Hm! Ever heard of an interior monologue? I seem to love writing these things for english, seeing as they are just another offset to my blogging capabilities. No, really.. If you don't know what they are, they are something that one is thinking about at the time and writing it down, not just all willy nilly (hehe, nilly) but the thing progresses and makes some sense. I was considering posting it as a blog, but seeing as though the damn thing is near 1300 words, I decided not to. So, if you want to read it, email me, or talk to me in another form of internet communication and I'm sure to send it along. Rather an interesting read I think. It was originally suppose to be a narrative on a song that I chose for english, but 4 weeks later, I decided that I was going to do a interior monologue. I choose the song "Eulogy" by Tool, for no apparent reason, well.. only because that song was playing when I thought about writing it.. hehe. I'm lucky I didn't decide to do it while I was writing this, 'cos I have "Fuck you in your ass" playing (no you sick bastards, it's an Outhere Brothers song, more techno than anything).

I was considering whether or not I should make my blog partly interesting to others. Other than the people that might be reading this now, but those who want to read interesting stuff (not the greatest of explanations, but whatever). So, someone give me a topic to look up on the internet about and I'll see whether or not I'll make it interesting.