The entire point of being a human is to survive any odds thrown against one and over come them to complete some kind of main objective. I've often wondered if something were to happen to stop this from ever happening. Oddly enough, this seems to have happened to me (yet again). I've thought about it many times, what it would be like to be dead, or to die, and the only conclusion I've come up from it so far is that everything would be finished. Nothing expected from me if I were to die. No more dead lines (ha, 'scuse the pun) and school for me to deal with. Finally, I would finish feeling anything and everyone around me, no more hassles in life to worry about. At certain points of the day, this seems like the only feasible option.

Nothing is as bad as it all seems. I mean, the energy required to keep up at school is immense, and the added pressure of working most of the night after I come home from school. I feel physically and emotionally drained and I know it is going to get more intense as the next weeks roll by with some force. School puts an insane twist in the simple, eat, sleep and die philosophy, as we spend a shit load of time in school, preparing ourselves for the next big step, a well paying job. But really, why bother with all the effort in getting an education, a well paying job, and a respectable wife (go the stereotype) when it is all a waste of time? Sure, having money up until you are 30 something is helpful, but anything after that is useless. If you are one to have a family, all that money that you saved will be spent on your children and inevitably you'll become bankrupt. All for what, the quest for knowledge and security? I know all this talk makes it sound like I'm going to drop out of school and become one of those crack whores that I see on the streets begging for money (oh wait.. I'm not black and native to this country). I'm going to follow a stereotype and try to get an education and money, but not the wife thing. I know if I ever have kids, I'd hate it, because I know my kids would hate me.

I think this is all relating to the fact that the other day, Ms Pikoulos was "describing" what she thinks of everyone, and I just happen to be sitting on the floor listening to some music when she looked over to me and described me. She said something about me putting on "a strong face" for everyone whereas deep down I'm a softy, and that if I were to ever have kids I'd be a good dad. I suppose that is partly true, but I don't put on a brave face (or happy/funny face) for the reasons she is probably talking about. Yes, that's right! I hate people knowing personal stuff about me. Sure, this website is 40 times personal than what I'd tell anyone in the flesh, but I feel like it's alright because the majority of people that read this either: don't take it to heart, or they don't believe it. Also, I know that when I say it, I won't have to see their reaction, which is what I'm mostly afraid of. Well fuck, I'm pissed scared of what people would say if I said any of this to their faces.

By personal stuff, I don't mean stuff about who I like (oh wait, you know!) or whether I have a disfigured penis (...sarcasm is rather hard to reproduce over the internet isn't it?). Well, I suppose I do mean that, but on more of a "public" level, I mean like how well people know me. I don't talk to certain people because I don't want to, and when people know stuff about me that they decide they want to talk to me about (normally they are the people who I don't want to talk to). Take for example my birthday; it's coming up soon and those who know it should know when it is, I've said it numerous times and it's posted around somewhere on profiles of many websites/forums. But when people who know my birthday decide it's impeccably important to express their happiness for me getting a year older, and closer to death. I think I'm more selfish and self-involved than anything, but I like to know that some things are kept secret to everyone around me, regardless who they are.

My frustration levels have suddenly hit an all time high this year. I realised I've become very agitated and irate towards anyone and everything. I think it is more so I'm nearing the end of school and I still have lots of shit to do. Not only that, but the gay teachers have decided that they will pull giant essays to be due in the last day of school (well, the last day before the exams) and they expect me to do the assignment at hand and not worry about some 25-40% exam mark at the end of the term. Which coincidentally is in three weeks.

Three weeks mother fuckers. I have little over two weeks to: finish assignments, and study for the exams. Well you say, year 11 exams shouldn't be that demanding and impact on my grade. But it's more like the assignments are going to be pains in the asses, because I know I can't sit down and do more than two, three assignments in one sitting. I'd have to spread it out, and in between the assignments I'd have to study for 5 exams. They say (well from what I hear) that year 11 is a small step from year 10 and that year 12 should be twice the work load. But fuck me dead, there has been more than one step, it's more like a leap over a giant lake. Sure the teachers say, kids can get assignments done and then still have enough time to study. That philosophy would be right, IF THERE WAS ONLY ONE CLASS A SEMESTER. But nooo, there is six classes, six times the work load, and absolutely no time on my hands.

I can tell when next year is going to be an absolute disaster, when you hear people talking about the year 12 formal (graduation for some people). Not so much as talking about it, but deciding who they are going to take and what they are going to wear. AIEEEE *runs off a cliff*. If you hadn't noticed, the ball inside me that was once a sphere of angst and absolute hatred has imploded into a cube of massive proportions. Spare the metaphors, I'm more pissed off (and hiding it the best of my ability) than ever and people at school do not help at all.

There are two different waiting types that I hate. The first one: having to wait to go to the toilet because someone is already on there, and the other one being waiting for something that will never come when you want it to. The latter happens to me all the time, whether I'm waiting for a phone call (or SMS, if I'm even that special), or I'm waiting for something to arrive in the mail that is slightly important. When I sit around waiting for the bastard, the thing never comes until I begin doing something else or it comes whilst I'm doing something important (like waiting for someone to get off the toilet, Hua Hua Hua).

I have some more to say but I have to finish off my chemistry prac, and considering Skitz Mix 19 has just finished playing and I'm now listening to Macy Gray, I need to find something else for winamp to play.

Well today and tomorrow are both going to be fun filled days for everyone, myself included. I have no idea or I can't remember what I have to do tomorrow, nor do I really care, but I'm sure it's bound to be something remotely important. I know tomorrow afternoon is going to be fun, as I start work again at 4 but this time I finish at 10! Hooray for 6 hours working. More than I'd normally do, but it's still bound to be some more cash flow. If my legs (more noticably my groin area, haha at those who have to see me when you read it :-) are going to be like they are tonight, I can tell that I will be dead by wednesday morning, specially if I'm going to have to ride to school. Ugh, pain on all fronts.

There seems to be more people that I know reading my blog. Hey, there is nothing wrong for those that are reading this now (that makes no sense), but I know I say things that only people that I never see face to face should read. Namely what I said earlier, but more what I have been saying recently (read the archives if you must). Though, there has been an increase of activity over the internet. I was reading the stats only the other day, and I found more and more odd search strings that people manage to use to get my site. One that stands out in my mind is: "jarryd is poor". Now what kind of sad sorry piece of crap would search for this? (Unless it was me and I can't remember it). Hey, power to those who search that and get my site.

Recently I've been having dreams. Not so much as weird dreams.. well.. I lied. I have been having weird dreams, me having dreams in the first place is something different in its self, but these dreams have been really weird. Take one I had just after we came back from Parkes: I dreamt that on the way to Sydney, we had to take a "detour". Now when we really went down, it took ages before we actually we in the plane, and equally longer for it to leave. Now the dream I had, I dreamt that instead of taxiing down the runway, we were in the bush. IN THE BUSH?! What the fuck. We managed to get out of the bush, but instead of being in the air, we were literally driving down a road. The plane was manoeuvring like a normal small car was. Needless to say that one was weird. Lasts nights dream was a little weird, but it wasn't as weird. As much as I can remember, I had sold something of my parents (with their permission of course) and I was driving around to a place just around the corner to our place. The guy that I sold something to, I had seen him before somewhere, I actually think it is the father of Jasmine (some fat year 8 kid who was in my primary school, who cares about the spelling). Anyway, I went into his house and I saw a whole wall, well, it seemed like two stories, of computers, and a black IBM box caught my eye. The only reason why it caught my eye was because Kmart has one like the one I dreamt of. Then it was something about me saying I want to buy it, but I needed to get money. Then all of a sudden it became the night and I was driving around with some kind of flame in the back of the car.

So really, what I'm saying is that I don't think I'm getting enough sleep as it is. It didn't help that last night I was up until 1 reading Deception Point. Speaking of Deception Point, if you are a fan of reading books, I suggest you read the majority of Dan Brown's books. He wrote the Da Vinci Code and Digital Fortress. This one is about the NASA and a presidential running (so I suggest, Andrew, you should read this). I might go and read until my eyes begin to form weird shapes and cause my vision to become so blurry that my feet look like a pair of gloves.

Remember I will always love you, as I blow your fucking throat away.

I was cleaning out my room today, well, not really cleaning it out, more like moving stuff into different boxes and putting blank pieces of paper in the bin. And I've found that I have a lot of useless pieces of shit in my room. Not to mention the plastic fork that I found on the ground at school that I managed to carry around for the whole day stabbing people with it. Now it is sitting next to my headphone extension cable doing absolutely nothing. Hm, what else.. oh yes, I found a metal ring which I managed to play with for a whole day and annoy anyone and everyone who heard it. Now I have a gold ball (that I found at school) sitting in the middle of the ring as some kind of art. I managed to find a pair of tweezers while we were out camping and I've kept them for some odd reason. I must have that disorder where I constantly keep useless stuff. Although, I think that disorder is where they keep everything and can't throw anything out. Thankfully, I can throw out anything that I don't need, though, it hasn't been anything that I've found and kept, it always seems to be paper.

This year has gone by too fast, it's already nearing next month and only 9 months ago it was January. I swear the days have been getting shorter and shorter. There just hasn't been enough time to be doing anything any more. Tribal vote says that we should have longer days, the same amount of days in a year, but increase the hours in one day. I think that should suffice and give me enough time to do all these assignments that the stupid teachers have given me. If teachers decide to make their lessons more exciting, I'm sure I'd have no problem doing their work and assignments, but everything that I'm doing in every class is boring. There is bound to be some thing exciting to be doing for each lesson, but noooo, they decide to do something completely irrelevant to the subject and on top of that, the thing is fucking boring.

In typical fashion, I'm running out of ideas to write about. So instead, I might go and finish up some assignments I've meant to have finished.

Well these past few days have been a load of fun, including the events at the start of the week, wednesday night was no exception. To start off it was my parents, well to be honest, it has been my parents for today and yesterday. I don't know whether they both had bad days at work or something, because they both came home really pissed off. It started off with my mum having a whine about me and my sister not doing any work around the house (which in some ways is a lie), and all this stupid other shit. I could tell that anything I say would go down the wrong way, so I just let it be, ignoring her up until dinner. Which, according to mum "had been ready for half an hour" and that we should be getting it because, as we don't do anything for her, she shouldn't have to do anything for us. Rather selfish attitude there.

Next, there was an awkward dinner, I handled it quite well (so modest I am), but I don't know about my dad. McLeod's daughters was on just after we had finished dinner, and I decided that I should do the washing up during the ad breaks. So I cleaned up my plate and put it in the sink and go to sit down and instantly dad just rips my head off asking "where the hell I was going" almost screaming at me. So of course, not being the arrogant piece of shit that I am, I nearly half screamed at him saying I was going to watch McLeod's daughters and do the washing up during the ads. Oh no he thinks, because dad is doing it after dinner, we should all be doing it. So I managed to scream in that he barely ever does this and that I'm going to be watching tv and I'll come out and do it.

Well, my mum and sister couldn't handle the extreme pressure between my dad and me, so they were out there helping whilst my dad was almost throwing plates in the sink. His little antics sparked a fight between my mum and dad about who should be doing the washing up and that if dad was going to continue to throw plates around, he should get out. By then the show was starting, so I just ignored them all. What they don't get is, they can't be mean to me for very long, so I played out the abused child and didn't speak to them until this morning.

Now tonight my dad was being the biggest arrogant, and ignorant piece of shit I've ever seen. Well, not ever seen as he is always like it, but still. He must think he surpasses me in knowledge of computers, I'll admit that I don't know all there is to know, but I know sure as hell more than he does. He thinks this because: he knows how to read the filenames in the cookie folder about which sites "I go to", and yet thinks that all the stuff I do is for kids at school. Well, in other words, he thinks that he knows all the porn sites and porno that I download (little does he know I only use IE to check passwords for porn sites, so he knows NOTHING!). Then he has the nerve to ask why I download porn, and whether or not I do it for kids at school. Why the fuck would I do that? Let the fucks get their own porno, this shit is mine. He even asked, "Do the kids at school think you are the porn king?". God I wanted to stab him.
He also thinks that running: mIRC and Trillian, that instantly this two thousand odd computer is going to start to function wrong. How the fuck could a P4 with 1GB of ram function incorrectly with only two real programs running? If we were running Windows 3.1 maybe, but jesus, it's XP and the fuckin' thing is meant to multi-task, that's the whole point of spending lots of money on a computer; to be able to do more than one thing at a time without any hinderence. :grr: I'm in the right state of mind to force the fuckin' thing to "function incorrectly" when he is on there, not only that, but all the "crap" (that isn't porn but stuff I need) that I download for myself that manages to get on his computer should be uninstalled. So really, he would end up with a really, really bare machine. Just.. :grr:

I did have some other insults to fling at people, but this post is getting long enough, so you can wait until tomorrow's post.

School has slowly degraded into much of a muchness for me. It is starting to get very bland and unexciting, constantly doing the same work over and over again, sometimes doing work irrelevant to the subject (or task at hand.. hehe, I just wanted to say that). I swear teachers are joining together to form one union towards me in my "working" habits. I can slowly feel their ever present grasp on my throat, constantly choking me about the where-abouts of my work. It is slowly beginning to become more of a chore than something I'd rather do. I think I need a real good week or two of doing absolutely nothing. I'm starting to believe that I had to stay up longer and wake up earlier to get more things into my day. Well, I've always thought about this, and I would never get up early, but it seems like a really good option at the moment.

I have to start reading the bible. Anything after that first sentence will be completely overlooked as I had just said I want to read the bible. Now, I don't mean read the bible as in read it. But more like read it so I can get some good "witty" replies. If you hadn't noticed, the bible is full of bullshit and stupid things, so there is bound to be some stupid redundant comments in there that I can use for my own pleasure. Hm, I'm starting to run out of blogging topics. I shall use one more before I revert to one I used yesterday. I have to do some oral in history about the Smurfs. Well, not the Smurfs directly, but I have to teach the class about how the Smurfs were communists. Should be rather fun, I was thinking of doing a film of it, with me narrating, but that's too hard.

I should really get a new topic, but you have to suffer one more of my whines. I talked to Katerina yesterday. Now you know how I was going to send her to my blog when I saw her next. Well, that plan fell through the roof now didn't it? Believe me, I tried more than once to send her to my site, but by god it worked as good as shit sticks to water. Someone else so needs to send her there, I just can't do it. What is going to make matters worse (well, it's more of the awkward thing for me, not anyone else) that she is thinking of coming back to Dripstone next year for year 12, doing exactly the same classes that I do 'cept for one. Great you say, now I can tell her everything and be cool with it. But I'm quite sure things will end up backfiring and stabbing me in the face with the crushing of the friendship.

Jesus, built my car.

Well today was something entertaining. I was going to say that today started off normally, but today started last night sometime. Hm, that made no sense. Anyway, remember that gambling assignment that I was suppose to do? I did manage to do that last night/this morning. It wasn't all that late when I had finished it, but it was still late enough to make me feel like shit this morning. I think I finished it all (I had to be around 80 different personalities for my "survey" results) and got it all cleaned up around 2:30 this morning. So needless to say, I'm feeling only a little bit tired when I'm writing this. Adding on to the fact that I had 5 hours of work today (which consisted mainly of me walking around heaps), I'm feeling rather like a white dried up piece of shit. Oh well you say, I'm sure a sleep tonight will make me feel a little better.

I wasn't as bad at school as I thought I would be. I am not a morning (or late morning for that matter) person, and I thought I'd be trying to sleep through History. Well, at first I was kind of drowsy, but by god, near the end of the class I was nearly bouncing off all four walls. I don't know why, but it seems that I decided to have energy quickly. Oh! This morning as well! When I got up, because I hadn't eaten anything since the night before, I was kind of hungry. Now you know when you get so hungry your stomach starts to hurt heaps (as if it would be trying to eat itself!). Mine felt like it was trying to eat itself eat itself - if that makes any sense. I suppose it does, my stomach trying to eat itself while it is eating itself. But yeah, I was trying to find something that wouldn't taste like crap as I had just cleaned my teeth. I looked at eating an icy pole, but that would make my mouth all colourly, so I ate an apple.

Something pathetic happened to me at school today. I wouldn't really call it pathetic, well, it was more like a sad moment. Wouldn't that be called a pathetic moment? Anywho. Last year Justin (some pathetic - gg the irony - kid who attempts to pimp) had taken a photo of Katerina in some sailor costume she had worn for the last couple days of school. Anyway, I had forgotten about the the photo until today when he had brought a photo album with that photo in it. Instantly I remembered what had happened that day and stuff, and I realised that I miss her lots. What was worse, well, it wasn't the worse thing, the fact that only a small portion (everyone probably knows, but I don't know this) know about my obsession. I suppose I shouldn't be so clingy to what I never had (oh wow, so poetic?), but ugh! Stab stab stab. Ooh, listen:     <- that would be the sound of my heart smashing into a million pieces.

Aha! Today at work, I was moving some dust buster boxes to their allocated isle and being the lazy bastard I am, I had kind of just "dropped" the boxes where they would be, and all of a sudden I hear a "vacuuming" noise. It was more like a low hum that the dust buster does when it gets turned on. I nearly pissed myself laughing and shat myself at the same time. I had managed to turn on a dust buster, that was in a box, probably with foam making it so it doesn't break. All this packaging still did not stop me from turning the bastard of a thing on. Go me! Right about now, the words that I had written (and the Blogger sign) are starting to become blurry and merge together to create one ultimate being: SLEEP YOU STUPID FUCK.

Ugh, I am so far behind in my homework it isn't funny. I have to do 3 assignments by monday and so far I have as much enthusiasm as a paperweight. I have kind of started one, but I really don't want to have to do that one at all. It is some IRR, I think I've said something about it earlier, but I haven't started it. I think I need some kind of motivation to actually do it. So in the mean time I've been doing screencaps of Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Nat lent it to me). Don't ask me why, I should be ripping it, but I've been screencapping!

Ugh, this year has gone too fast, soon it will be next month and then after that it will be the month after that (..no, really?). But then it will be next year. 2005 is nearly here and I don't really want it to be. Oh well, I'll get over it. Oh! On Thursday I took Nick and Daryl (in my dad's car without his complete permission, I'll tell you about that in a minute) around driving. Well, it was meant for myself to just go to Kmart, get my sister a present (her birthday yesterday) and for me to pay some of my amp off at Harvey Norman. So yes, I wasn't planning on taking either of them, but who cares, I thought it would be fun to drive around with people other than my mum. My dad has a ute with a little cab thing behind the two front seats, the seat at the back though isn't meant for a.. well, let's say it's not there for a big person. We managed to get one of the two in the back though. Dad wasn't too impressed about me taking them though, he thought only I was going, and mum thought she was going to be driving me around and not me driving myself around. They got over it rather quickly though.

Speaking of driving people around, who wants to support me in buying a new case.. well, a whole new computer basically. Well, first you have to choose between the Thermaltake case or the Antec one. I know that no one is going to be saying anything really about either case, but I like to know that people might know about which two cases I'm planning on buying. I shall tell you of my "game plan" of buying new parts. Becasuse I have another hard drive doing nothing, I need to find a good IDE card, so I'm going to buy that first, should I then buy a new case and power supply or another hard drive? (a spanking new Western Digital 250GB) If I manage to buy a new case, should I buy the new motherboard and heatsink and memory I've been looking at. Believe you me, I'm not going to be able to buy all this at once, I'm going to have to spread it out over a few months. So I've been deliberating as I'd be stuck with the new things until I buy (or move parts from my already running computer) more parts to get the new thing going.

Right about now, I might go and wallow in my own self pity, oh and go and sit in the hottest part of the house (my bedroom amazingly).

Well, I'm back! That is if you hadn't noticed. I came back from the flight from Sydney at around 2 - half past 2 in the morning but we managed to take ages to find our bags (which we gained one more when we came back, well, it wasn't a bag..). By the time we (or I) did find them, it was around 3 in the morning. I knew instantly that I wasn't going to be able to stay home (because my parents are assholes) and sleep, so I was going to have to endure a whole day of school before I could sleep.

So I'll start from the flight down there. We flew out at around 1:30 thursday morning, and only a very small minority of people knew where I would actually be (not including the internet), that was until Daryl decided to ruin my fun and tell lots of people (it was more like tell Ms Herrod that I was going to be only going for 6 days). Flying economy isn't the best thing, it isn't bad I suppose, but having long legs and the guy in front of you decide to lean his chair back into my legs isn't the most exciting thing in the world. I was going to read on the plane until they decided to turn off the lights! Why would they turn the lights off on the red eye flight? WHY? It was annoying because I couldn't read my book, and I wasn't going to be watching the shitty movie they had on the flight thing (it was "The Notebook"). So I tried to do some kind of sleeping, but all I managed was to have 5 minutes of eye closing and the rest me waking up with a shock. Oh, what was worse, was waking up to the sun glaring right in your eyes and it only being 6 o'clock (our time, so it was 6:30 in sydney). After that flight I had no other sleep until 8 that night, so I stayed up around 36 hours (go me!).

I didn't see any of you people at the airport, why not? I was expecting to see someone there I knew holding up some kind of cardboard with my name on it. But I did see some asian guy with chinese/japanese/fuckmyknees written on some cardboard, so I laughed. Instantly I felt the cold which was good, and I find out it was only 13°C in Sydney at that time, so hooray for that. And! Haha, we managed to get our flights mixed up, well, it was more like the gate number. We saw one flight going to Dubbo and instantly thought that was our flight, so we went there only to find out our gate was all the way at the other end of terminal 3. So we had to run with lots of awkward stuff, to a gate 15 minutes walk away. All fun though.

Rather fun (amazingly) when we were there, I suppose because I like a couple of my uncles, but I dunno, I managed not to be as bored as I thought I'd be. But the instant I got back from school and people found out where and why I went, they asked if I got pissed. Why would I do that? I suppose because I was on holidays, but I don't think I need alcohol to have a good time. I know that when I get pissed (once I turn 18, I'm a good boy :-) I'll have fun, but until then I find being sober fun. I have photos of my trip if anyone wants to view them.

So here I am writing this post after I had just finished (well, I still have a question left) some history. Right about now I'm wishing I didn't have to go to school tomorrow (or is it today?) and that I could just sleep, but I don't see that happening. But tomorrow I have to drive up and pay off some of my layby! Until something big falls in my front yard, or something else interesting happens, I might end it here.

Today at work, well, I kind of walked into Kmart and I saw Jason walking around on a mission, and he asked me to "walk with him". I wasn't too sure whether or not he needed my help at the front desk, or that he needed to walk somewhere..? So yeah, I followed him up until he said that he was following around some theives and that I should make it look like I wasn't doing the same thing but just.. doing stuff. I did my best.. really.. I did, but I mean, how hard is it to not look at some kids trying to steal when you know there are 40 thousand people looking at you.

At first, we walked outside because we following some other guy, but the people at the front of the store hadn't found anything, so we left them alone and concentrated on another kid. In my best efforts to help, I decided to walk close to where the kid was, and instantly I saw one of the biggest suspicious (makes absolutely, no sense) looking people I've seen (he had the look on his face), but it wasn't him we were looking for. Oh this was all in the toy section of the store if you wanted to know. So I went to find Jason to see what was happening next, and I don't know whether he got sick of watching him or anything like that but he said he was going to get him. Just as Jason walked off to get another of the "stealing team" I was talking to Terry and I saw the kid we were going for pocket something in his bag.

Go my eagles eyes or what! So Terry pretended to walk up behind him with the toy he was "looking" at whilst Jason and I walked up right next to him and waitied. Now how scary would that be? Other than the fact that you are stealing someone, but you see three big guys walk straight for you. I know I'd shit my pants four times. By this point in time my adrenaline was pumping thoroughout my body 'cause my heart rate kind of grew several thousand beats a second. Mind you, I have never done this before, so I was kind of expecting the kid to pissbolt the other way and I would be in charge of running after him and piledriving him into the ground and do some serious damage to his legs (I can only dream).

At first I was expecting the kid to be black, when I found out he wasn't black, I thought: "Ok some older white kid stealing stuff". I find out the stupid retard is like 12. How stupid can you get? What was worse that he pissed Jason off because he lied to him (as you would if you stole something). I felt really big when Jason said that he saw him steal stuff, and so did I (it was really, "this other staff member", but whatever). Obviously the threats Jason was giving was too much for the kid, as he kind of caved in and said yeah he stole stuff, and god what a dickhead. After all that, the kid stole playing cards, a toy car the size of a 50c piece (it was like, a mini-matchbox car), and some egg things, but I'm quite sure there was more to the egg things than what he said. What was funny still was that Jason asked him to give him the packets in which he stole the stuff, so the kid spent at least 5 minutes walking between the isles "finding" where he left the packets. Thinking about it now, I think he was planning on how to escape, but I was blocking off the other end so he couldn't run away. Go me!

So yeah, there ended up having an off duty cop at the checkouts that the security dude knew and he got him to "talk" to the kid. I didn't hear too much of it because it shouldn't have really happened. At first when I saw the guy I thought it was his dad (don't ask me why), but when he flip out his wallet and I saw something shiny, I thought: "Haha, owned biznatch."
That was the highpoint of my night then, unlike now where I'm trying to do a history assignment due in 16 hours ago. God save me.

I said I was going to update yesterday, but the majority of yesterday was unpacking things from boxes and setting them up right. I'll start from the start: we weren't too sure when the things would be arriving and how the hell they (the moving people) were suppose to get a giant TV up a really hard set of stairs. So just as dad and I were about to leave to get his car, luck would have it the truck rocks up and out just one mover person. One?! I didn't know whether he had some kind of fold-up forklift, or he had superman strength, but I did know it was going to be really annoying trying to get everything upstairs. So we did.


This is what was originally there, with all the things full of books and DVD's. One heavy mother fucker.


Hooray for a surround sound pack with a DVD/VCR player. If I had my own choice, I'd get rid of the player and get a new DVD player and amp. But who cares, it was free


Not the biggest fridge in the world, but the inside looks :cool


I told you the inside looks cool.


Yay for a new washing machine


Really cheap way to have a DVD player sitting, but we had no other alternative..


Oh my DVD player!


It is what our lounge room kind of looks like now. Other than the speakers being moved elsewhere and stuff. But huzzah! After all this excitement I have to do two assignments by tomorrow which I do not want to do. By god I'm lazy.

Some things before the story: there has been some kind of contest on the radio here for a few weeks, some kind of scavenger hunt where you had to find really old obsucure things that only some people may have. So yeah, my mum entered in it getting everything (including some 2.5litre bottle of NT draught - some kind of beer that was made up here - and an old vinyl record).

So at about 6:30 this morning mum comes in and wakes me up saying: "Wake up, the people from the radio called and they want me in there now. Do you want to come?"
me: "Ugnnhhh"
her: "I'll take that as a no"
Seeing as I had to take a devilish crap I thought I was going to get up and wait to see why she went to the radio station. 7:45 rocks up and I still hadn't heard anything about it until I heard mum yay'ing in the background of the DJ's on the radio (I was busy feeding my face with some breakfast). Long story short, they counted up all of the little things she had (she had them all, gg mum) and announced that she was indeed the winner of the little scavenger hunt and that she won the main prize. Yay her! Mum came home at about 9 some time and I find out she won $8500 worth of prizes "thanks to the Telstra shop" which consisted of: a 143cm LG widescreen TV (fucked if I know if it is a plasma but yay if it is), a LG washing machine, and a LG frost free fridge/freezer. Needless to say some :coal: stuff. We are getting them delivered tomorrow sometime so I'll have photos of the whole event occuring so the internet will know about it (don't steal my stuff.)

Inbetween waiting for mum to appear on the radio I was watching a documentary about M. Night Shyamalan (I think that is how you spell it.. - he directed and wrote: The Village, Six Sense, Unbreakable and some other ones) and by god it was kind of creepy. It wasn't a kind of scary creepy (like Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Bambi..) but it was more, "Holy snapping duck shit, this seems reasonably believable". If people out there like me and like documentaries, I'd suggest you watch it. It was made this year and it might have been called, "Buried Secrets of M. Night Shyamalan" (I dunno, IMDb it).

Oh and what else! Went into Harvey Norman's just after lunch time to see if we can find something similar to the TV we would be getting (oh, and for me to spend monies!) And huzzah for that, I lay-by'd my new amp. So now all I have to do is to sell my old one for some kind of price so I don't have to use as much as my own money to pay my new amp off. (If you want to know what my new amp is visit the thread about it and click on the Sony amp one). By the way, if anyone is interested in buying my old amp (not the best one), email me here or here and I'll think about it. Images: front of amp, back of amp.