<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588</id><updated>2007-01-28T16:45:54.503+09:30</updated><title type='text'>My World</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/index.html'></link><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default'></link><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jarryd.net/original/rss.xml'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www2.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110414729556291861</id><published>2004-12-27T21:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:34:24.300+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Shutdown</title><content type='html'>It seems I'm going to be closing my blog. Lack of "readers"? Lack of content? Probably. Lack of stable webhost and domain name? Yes. I really can't complain about either of the latter though, I mean, they were both free and have done me well for the past 7 months. I want to be able to continue my blog elsewhere, but I don't want to have to use the blogger.com hosting. I mean, well, I just don't like having my own host and stats. I like the hosting that I have, but it's a shame it has decided to crap out on me near the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a number of things contributing to the indefinite closure of my blog. As I said, my hosting has declined in it's performance. That, and that the domain exxnet.net is expiring the 26th of january. So I'm going to be without a real domain name. It's such shitty timing though, I mean I finally hit #1 spot for a google search of jarryd, and what happens? I shut the bastard down. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to find a way to buy hosting and a domain name with my money. Hopefully I'll find a way pretty quick, other wise I might be stuck using the blogspot hosting. If I ever do find a way to buy the stuff I want, what domain name should I get? I was thinking of buying jarryd.net, but I dunno. Who knows, I might buy exxnet.net and another name for the fun of it. I've grown quite fond of my exxnet.net domain name. If I do buy a domain name, I was going to make it more than a blog site. I mean, I should put other stuff up there that would draw traffic, and I'm sure jarryd.net may not bring as much as I'd like it to. I might simmer on the idea a little while and get the idea in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave the site up until tuesday of next week, when I'll back it all up and remove everything. If I decide to move to the blogspot hosting, I'll add a link for it somewhere where people can click on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note, never trust anyone.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/12/shutdown.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110414729556291861'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110414729556291861'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110350711067983798</id><published>2004-12-19T00:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-12-20T11:15:10.680+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Finish</title><content type='html'>Well, the moment after I posted my last post, I was sitting in from of the computer deliberating whether or not to play half life 2. I think it was a combination of boredom and.. well.. just boredom, that forced me to play it. When I think about it, it's taken me a fair amount of time to finish the game off. Well, other than the fact that it has only taken me 15 days to finish it, and I'm yet to finish the first game. I must have thoroughly enjoyed the second one much more than I do the first one. Don't get me wrong, they are both great games, but I think half life 2 wins out over each of them. I have some &lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/half-life2/"&gt;screenshots&lt;/a&gt; of my gameplay, though the screenshots are taken every once in a while, and I started to abuse the F5 button near the end of the game. But oh well, I think there are lot of good shots in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you people suck at commenting. It might be the fact that I haven't posted any comment worthy posts for a while, but you learn to live with that. Anyway. I've only realised that my desire to have another webhost and domain is slowly disappearing. I've only just realised that I can't transfer any money over to paypal so I could buy stuff with my paypal account. Well, it might be the fact that I can really only "add" chequing accounts and credit cards. I have neither. I have an account that allows me to transfer money using a BSB number, but nothing else. Damnit. Well, I haven't really looked at buying things yet, but I'm quite sure the companies where I want to buy stuff don't have that kind of feature. It's either, credit card or paypal. Grr damnit. Hopefully I can use my account somehow to buy those things. I know I'm going to be able to buy computer parts though, so whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of excitement happened on friday. First off, we had the "biggest" storm that night. Of course, I had no idea at first because I had my music up loud and I was playing a game in my room. Even though I'm only a metre away from my window and I didn't even have the curtains closed, I should have known it was raining. But I didn't. It wasn't until I felt the curtains whack me in the head, and hear the phone ring until I realised that it was hammering down with rain. Well, I'm not that oblivious to what was happening outside, I knew it was going to rain, but I had no idea whether or not it was going to hit then or later on. Well, it had hit. It also hit the main power for half of the NT. By the time the storm got really lightning-ny and thundery I was outside watching tv waiting for something bad to happen. Well as it would, the damn power went out, right when the simpsons were about to start. Stupid crackwhore. Well, the first thing I ran to was my room, and it was a case of, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Fuck." I wasn't too fased about my main computer turning off (it's just a pain in the ass to get up and running when I turn it back on), it was that my other machine had finally shut off for the first time in 118 days. So now I have to wait another 117 days until I can beat that record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, instead of the power returning only a few minutes later, it decided to stay off for another THREE HOURS. WHAT THE FUCK? How dare the power go off and let there be no power. How unfair was that. Well, that gave me a reason to clean up the leads and shit under my desk (so now it's a neat looking mess of cables under there now!). Well, not only did the power go off in homes and such, I found out yesterday that the power went off in casuarina and their generators decided not to say hi. I knew how hectic kmart was when the power went out, but I can't imagine a whole shopping centre in complete darkness. No backup lights or security lights or anything. So needless to say I think there was a lot losts in many stores that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here waiting for about.. 2 hours (there abouts) waiting for my mouse to return. And so far, the bastard is still recharging. Also, my freshly made bed looks really comfy. Whoosh!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/12/finish.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110350711067983798'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110350711067983798'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110324626156658892</id><published>2004-12-17T01:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-12-17T10:47:41.566+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Report</title><content type='html'>Well, I got my report yesterday morning. In the mail. I went to get the letters in the morning hoping to see something from australian credit union and all I found was a letter from my school. There were a few other letters there, so instead of me opening it, I put it at the bottom of the pile and put them on the table. I didn't really want to look at the report, so I was just going to wait until mum went to work so I could open it. Well, it didn't work out that way now did it? When she left, I went over to the table and I found the thing missing. What the fuck. Well crap I thought, she has taken it to work so she could open it and fester (I suppose, can one fester over something so little?) over the report and find something to say when she got home. Honestly, I was expecting to fail at least 2 classes, just pass math and pass the other three classes with little trouble. Well, I was right about english, legal and history, as I got a 16/20 for each class. Which, compared to the first semester report is an improvement. You see, I like those classes. Now math I knew I was going to get an 11/20, which, is probably above average for what others got in the class (other than the ones that studied). Chemistry and biology were always going to be grey areas for my report. Well surprise, surprise I passed them, only just though. Amazing. Either I had done really well in the chemistry test as I had failed (only just though) every other test throughout the semester. And well, biology was just getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the reactions for my parents off the back of my hand, and yesterday was no exception. It goes something like, they read the report, decide on what to say in "private" (which normally consists of them outside on the verandah or something similar), while I'm inside watching tv. Then they walk in with the stern look on their faces and they sit down opposite to where I'm sitting. Blah blah blah, they give me the report to look over and then they delve into the whole "it's a good report, but I'm sure you can do better" lecture. It wasn't as long today, it might have been the fact that for half of my report were high B's. Then dad had the balls to say that I can do better in all of my subjects. Fair enough to say, I did only just pass three subjects, but instead of saying all of the subjects, maybe only say that I should do better in the ones I kind of only passed? Normally I'd just look at him and ignore it, but I kind of "snapped". He was saying that I'm only just scraping through some classes, and I said something like "Only just passing the hardest classes I take?" Well, it shut him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the moment the lights are turned off, or at least when it gets dark all the bugs decide that they want to start humping my monitor. Instead of humping the parts where the is black, or the picture isn't there, they decide to start humping IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCREEN. So all I'd see is a giant (well, not really giant, but when the screen is white and the bug is black, it stands out) bug in the screen. Not wanting to squish it otherwise there will be bug gizzards on the screen, I try to flick it away. And all it does, it do a 180° turn and manage to get itself back in the middle of the screen. GRR. It's back. Someone kill it for me. Wait.. it flew away. ARGHHHH, IT'S ATTACKING MY FACE. WHAT THE FUCK BUG. Well, it seems that fiasco has finally ended. Yup, I've squished it on my face. So now all I have to do is get bug guts off my face now, at least it isn't in my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed of myself, I've managed to nearly finish half life 2. And I've only had it for.. 17 days (or around that). Whyyyy. I've still yet to finish the first game, and I've nearly finished the second one? Damnit. I'm not going to be able to prolong the last 2 chapters anymore. Even hard isn't hard anymore. Maybe, I could stop playing the second one and play the first one again. Who knows, I just hope that I won't end up finishing this one before christmas. Honestly, I think I might. Hopefully I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I've been talking with &lt;a href="http://rushzack.blogspot.com"&gt;Zack&lt;/a&gt; about buying some hosting. Hopefully by this afternoon when the mail comes, I should be able to get access to my money over the internet. So do I go and buy a new domain name (I have no idea what to buy, someone suggest an idea and a name for me to buy) and some hosting or just a domain. I probably won't buy it straight away, but I've been meaning to since I had my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I might go and sleep so I can watch the spongebob movie later on today.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/12/report.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110324626156658892'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110324626156658892'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110299047734667273</id><published>2004-12-14T00:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-12-14T11:44:37.346+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Close</title><content type='html'>Right about now, my eyes have decided that they are going to start closing by themselves. It feels as though my eyes are being rubbed really hard with salt. It only hurts to try and keep them open and it feels sooo good when I close them. Maybe it's a sign.. maybe. It could be many factors that my eyes are really hurting. Let me scroll through some of them: I've been awake for around 20 hours. I've had about 4 hours sleep in the past 24 hours. I've been at work for 10 hours. So really, I've been at work the half the time I've been awake. My first shift was an absolute bludge, other than the fact that I had to get up at about 4:30, it was still easy. I think, I spent about.. half an hour working in toys, just filling. Then I was dragged off over into sound and vision to help clean up the DVDs. That would be the best thing that would have happened. I was in charge of cleaning up all the cheap dvds that are on the racks just outside the area. So, I had to make sure that all dvds have their cover facing out, and make sure that they are all nice and pretty looking. Presentation. In between trying to do, I was called around the store more times than I think. I mean, crap, I'm trying to finish something that would take about half an hour (there were a lot of dvds there) and all the managers are doing are interrupting me. Oh well, I had fun doing what I was doing. It was better than doing what I would be doing 8 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired though, normally - well.. more like last week - I can handle the early starts without sleeping. Well fuck me freddy, I had half a sleep yesterday though. It wasn't really a sleep, it was more like cable dropped out in the middle of the movie and no one else was home. Ew. Despite my mind thinking other things, I was lying on the chair and all of a sudden I'm in the state where I'm asleep, but I'm still awake of my surroundings. This was at like 3, just before I was suppose to get up and get ready for work at 4. What the fuck boy, *slap*. I think I was like that because cable was out and I was really comfortable, and that it was fuckin' hot. Haha, I woke with a start when cable came back on. I was watching charles angels 2 (more like full throttle, am I right?) it was up reasonably loud. When it when out I hadn't bothered to turn it down, so it was just sitting there kind of loud. Of course I was sleeping until the bastard decided it wanted to return, right about the part when some kind of creepy door opens really squeakingly. It was like, EIIHHHHH-SCRAAPPPPPPPP-THUD. It was kind of funny, until I realised that I had fallen asleep for about 5 minutes. Where is my will power damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a time of reminsicing today at work. Well, I think it was for me at least. Oh, before I reminisce. I found out what happened to the &lt;a href="http://www.exxnet.net/blog/12/11/blackout.html"&gt;power at kmart&lt;/a&gt; on friday. Something had happened at power water (which is what I so cynically said to someone when it happened) which caused the blackouts to certain parts of darwin. It seems only kmart was "affected" by it, anyway. So the generators kicked in because there was no power. These generators, according to peter (the store manager) run for like 15-20 minutes, which they were doing as for a while all the lights were fine. This was all fine until the power came back, but it was only.. half there. I suppose they were underpowering the store, but the power was still there. Of course the generator was unable to distinguish between the amount of power being inputted, so it kicked in again. Again, according to peter, the store needs something like 400watts to run (which is.. fairly small.. I think, someone correct me on that) and the generator puts in that much power, and with power water underpowering the store, that equates to about 600watts of power (or peter said it was about 800watts). I think I missed out on a lot of things when that happened, either I was out the back, or I missed it completely, but according to people in apparel, the eas (security gates, for "secure" items) were sparking and stuff. So the store was about to explode if any more power was going to be put in there. I can only imagine it now, all the lights (which have only just been replaced mind you) exploding. ALL OF THEM. That's over.. a lot of lights for a big store, that's one giant explosion. WEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on with the reminsicing. Whatever happened on friday, but it must have blow up the computers in the photolab, there were a guy there standing there fixing them. At first, I just walked by not giving the guy a second thought, on the way back though, I noticed that he was from tech chips. Ironically, it was my old manager from tech chips (some more irony, his name is also jason..). Instantly I recognised him, and I wasn't going to stop and say hi. But I knew he recognised me because he gave me the "look". Not the gay look, but it was the "I know you from somewhere but I don't want to say hi incase I'm wrong". I wasn't about to say hi either, seeing as I was dismissed from tech chips nearly a year ago for no reason at all. He probably thought it was really funny, seeing as I've officially backpedalled in the retail business. Oh well, I'm making money for what I do and I'm not overally uncomfortable about it and those I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided after my first shift that I was going to find out how to use internet banking with my account where all my money goes. I think I didn't have to do anything, other than state a questions, and confirm that I live where they say I live. Simple as that I suppose. So in about "3 working days", which means about a week, I should be able to use my money that I make at kmart, over the internet! Hooray! Well, right now as I turn around on my chair, I see my untidy bed and it looks really enticing. Amazingly, I'm not as tired as I was when I first started to write this, so I must have gotten used to the bright shining light I call my monitor. And oh, head over to &lt;a href="http://andyroo-au.blogspot.com"&gt;Andrew's blog&lt;/a&gt; and see what kind of UAI he got for his work! Yay Andrew!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/12/close.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110299047734667273'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110299047734667273'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110275629107334464</id><published>2004-12-11T18:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-12-11T18:41:31.073+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Blackout</title><content type='html'>What better time to blog when I don't have a mouse (it's recharging). I was going to start this last night (well, it was more like just after midnight), but my dad decided that when they got home from some party they went to, and they went to bed, I should go to bed aswell. It was only 1am, who really cares, I was going to go to bed anyway. Oh well, I didn't care, it was late anyway. I was lucky that I got off the computer downstairs when I did though. I had only just finished there, had enough time to go and get some ice cream and eat it before they had come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had work yesterday. Yep, it mean't I had to get up around 7 to be ready and go to work by 9. I was so hoping that it wasn't going to be too hard during the day. Well, technically it wasn't all that hard, except for the fact that whenever one customer would come, three other ones would be standing there waiting. I was working in the backdock. I've been there one other time and that was on a friday afternoon/night, so it wasn't as busy (or as hot). But yesterday I was doing 9 'til 3 and of course everyone decides to come and pick up their heaviest layby when IT'S HOT OUTSIDE. God, the amount of people wanting bamboo frence shit was amazing. Now those things way a tonne, and when someone comes along and asks for 14, I have to find the key for the crate, open the almost impossible doors, and then squeeze past another bunch of bamboo stuff that no one buys until I get to the ones that they want. I think, I spent about 10 minutes outside at one point and I was already sweating like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between customers coming along and asking for the stuff that's packed away in some kind of inaccessible area that we have to find a way there, I got to listen to a lot of conversations while I was out there. It is amazing how many staff don't like each other. I was kind of in the middle of it all too, because I was out the back where all the stock gets brought in and where the majority of the store managers have their little conversations, I could just sit there and listen. Such exciting times. Oh! Even more exciting was just near the end of my tea break. I was sitting in the tea room reading a book when all of a sudden, BANG, there goes the lights. Either something bad happened, like a giant thunder storm made it's way in a matter of 2 minutes from where I saw the outside to when I was sitting down, or there was some kind of terrorist attack. The lights stayed off for about 15 seconds (enough time for me to realise that the lights were off and I couldn't read my book anymore). I wasn't too sure whether every other light in the store came on, or in fact whether they were still off. But the instant that happened, all the managers were called out to the front of the store. Instantly I knew something was wrong (haha at that though). So I didn't move, only because I still had 5 minutes left of my tea break. Just as I finished my mars bar, I was called out to the backdock, so either something terrible had happened, or there were a lot of customers out there. Instead, I find out that they didn't know whether or not I was on a 15 minute tea break. FALSE ALARM DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and alarms! I think the store stayed in security lights for about 15 minutes, then all of a sudden, some decide to turn back on, and then a giant alarm starts screaming out the back. While this was all happening, I was doing something in the midway, and all I hear is an alarm. I had no fucking idea what it was, and neither did the majority of the people in the store. I think I heard a pair of old women say "Is that an alarm?", "Yeah, probably". What the fuck. I think if I heard an alarm in a store, and it being as loud as it was, I'd be like, bye! And run off. I wouldn't stand there only to find out that the whole store was going to come crashing down or something to that extent. The alarm was loud enough to be heard clearly at the front of the store, now I could only imagine what the thing would sound like up close. Well, I had to go out the back once I finished where I was, and god that thing was ear piercing. You could not hear anything while you walked infront of the siren. Now why the hell would you have an alarm that loud damnit. I mean, if it was an emergency and people needed to speak or something like that, they'd need to scream into each others ears, or write it on a piece of paper ("WE HAVE TO GET THE FUCK OUT"). Whenever I walked past the alarm though, it felt like each of my ear drums were expanding to five times their original size, but it was alternating. So one ear would do it, then a split second later, the other one would do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm starting to get bored now. Bored, hot, and hungry. Hooray, the worst thing to be on a saturday!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/12/blackout.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110275629107334464'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110275629107334464'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110266807243569304</id><published>2004-12-10T01:07:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-12-10T18:11:12.436+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Unknown</title><content type='html'>Well work last night was fairly easy. It wasn't overally easy though, it was more of a pain in the ass to begin with though. Because it's christmas, and the store is open until 7 (it's open until like 10 the week before christmas) we aren't allowed to bring out pallets of stock to be broken down. So we either have to do it outside - where it's hot (you sweat just standing out there) - or we do it in the backdock, where it is even worse because there is absolutely no room to move out there. Besides the fact that we can't do what we normally do, things were fairly easy. I was kind of helping bring out stock when we were able, but even trying to do that was almost impossible. There were so many customers on the floor, I was having a hard time trying to move around with people just spaced out enough to not be able to cut in front of them. Damnit, they should all stop shopping at 5 so I can work easier. There wasn't much stock to be brought out anyway, it seems that there isn't going to be much to do while the store is open late. Oh well, means less work for me. The less work part was established when we had our tea break though. Because I worked 6 hours, I was suppose to have half an hour for my tea break. Well, tim and I went off to kfc (god that place sucks, but their chips are nice) and we spent probably half an hour waiting to be order. And hah, when we were finally served, I asked for a "large and small chips" and the girl that was serving me had the "emptiest" look on her. Well, it was more like "what the fuck are you talking about, we don't serve chips here" look. So I just gave her the look of death and waited for her to say "what". Didn't take her too long, I don't know whether she was incapable of doing more than 2 things at once (thinking about two orders in the one sentence and putting them in) or that I had confused the hell out of her. Oh well, she was stupid anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were suppose to only have half an hour, and seeing as we left about 7 to get some food and we had come back about 7:30, we offically had no time left. Instead tim, jason and I sat in the tea room talking (it was more like jason and I were teasing tim and watching him become all aggrivated) until about 8:10. So, in other words, we wouldn't have been sitting in there doing nothing if there was literally nothing to do elsewhere. I "enjoyed" work though, I was having fun insulting tim, and I think jason found out that I'm funny when I can be. It was good that I made jason, and some other guy that was sitting in the tea room with us, laugh. So it was all fun and games until we left to go home. I suppose I was doing it because I haven't spoken to the majority of people I insult with ease for a while, and I wanted to see whether I could still do it with a straight face. So I think I reassured myself, and set some humourous "levels" between jason and some of the other people at work. It indeed was a good time at work, amazingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than work, I felt like I had done nothing yesterday. I swear it felt like I got up, sat in front on the tv for like 2 hours, had breakfast, played some half life 2 and then managed to go to work. Either days are becoming smaller, or I'm getting up later and later every day. It must be that it's hot and I'm becoming delerious. I think we should get air con for the whole house, and wherever else I go. Today is going to feel like it's going forever though, I suppose that's a good thing. Well, later on today I have work at like 9 until 3, so I'm either going to be really tired when I wake up, or I'm going to feel like shit. These late nights don't help me too much when I have work early in the morning. In all honesty, I think having less sleep makes me more awake. If that's possible. I mean, I always feel more awake if I have next to no sleep. It may also be the fact that I wake up by myself and not having someone wake me up. I feel more tired if someone tells me to get up. I have no idea why though, it's always the worst. I think later is going to be a "feel like shit because someone else woke me up" day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. It's so annoying when I'm trying to blog around midnight. Because I haven't slept since yesterday morning, I still think it's yesterday. I won't think it's that late, but when I think about it, being up around midnight is really late. Specially when I'm sitting in front of my computer blogging. Oh well, I try my best to be grammatically correct whenever I blog, not like it makes much point though, barely anyone reads my blog. Another reason as to why I should do something else with my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, when I was leaving work today, I got into the seat and I just happened to look over at where the coons normally sit, and I see some little green (it was some darkish colour, but green sounds good) hyundai excel drove down the up ramp coming from kfc. When I saw the car before I got in, I saw it was going to drive straight, then changed their mind like half a second before they were about to hit a wall. Anyway, so I was looking around when I see a torso sticking out the window (it was more like an arm, and a head) and they were waving. I have no idea whether they were waving at me, or someone in the line of vision they were looking. I don't think it was the latter though, as when I looked around after, there was no one there (gasp!). Anyway, when I saw them waving at me, the first look that I think to do, is a "who the fuck are you" look, then I decided to play along with their friendly-ness, and I gave a "oh, I now know who you are, so I shall wave and smile a bit" look. I didn't see them after that, so either they knew me, or they think they knew me. Mazeltov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well shit, it seems like it's already tomorrow. I think it's about time I play some solitare until I win then go to sleep.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/12/unknown.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110266807243569304'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110266807243569304'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110255891683404517</id><published>2004-12-08T23:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-12-09T11:51:56.836+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Day</title><content type='html'>I had the weirdest dream this morning. Normally I don't have dreams, and when I do, it's when I'm tired or hungry. I think it was a combination of both this morning though, because when I got up, I was really hungry. Hungry enough to have breakfast I suppose. A nice big bowl of some honey nut cornflakes.. mmm.. now I'm hungry. Anyway. Some dreams I remember days after I have it, other dreams I forget it the instant I try to remember what happened. Really weird. So, I have no idea how my dream started, it was like I flicked over to one of the movie channels on cable and I've caught a movie in the middle of it and I've just started to watch it. I was for some reason in some airport and I had a bag on, it look like one of those small bags that you always see backpackers wear. Not the massive ones, but the small ones that they wear with important stuff in it. Next, I find myself sitting down and I'm talking to two people (I'll leave their names out.. for now), I know who they are because I went to school with them. And I end up finding out that they were going to the same place I was going, sydney. The only thing I remember about the airport was that it didn't look like darwin airport, it was as if I was in sydney airport, but I was taking a plane to sydney. Weird. Next thing I know I think to myself that I should better check the ticket and make sure that I was thinking of the right time that the plane left. I realise that we were not only in the wrong place, but that the plane was going to be leaving in a matter of minutes. My got, reminiscent of what happened when we were in parkes &lt;a href="http://www.exxnet.net/blog/10/13/awake.html"&gt;the other month&lt;/a&gt;. Too bad though, because the moment that we were running through to our supposed terminal, I wake up to find no one home, the phone ringing, and it was friggin' hot. Fuck. I wanted to find out what happened. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, it has been hot all day today. Not only today, but this whole week has been nothing but hot. Why can't it be 22°C constantly? That would mean that I wouldn't have to try and find other means to try and cool down when I'm playing some half life 2. Before today, we have 2 fans directed at the computer, or more so, where you sit. But they do absolutely fuck all when you sit there. You can only just feel one, and that's on a good day. I had to improvise today though. I wasn't going to sit down and burn up while I played, so I decided to find another spare fan and shove it basically next to me and turn it on while I played. Thank god for pedestal fans. It's not at all fun trying to do work outside when the average temperature is probably 35°C and the humidity 100%. That makes things shitty. It's like trying to work when there is a giant sun deciding to get HOTTER AS YOU DO STUFF. Damnit sun, hurry up and die off already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really "busy" this holidays. I suppose this being the first christmas where I have a job that requires me more often as christmas time goes on. I think I've said something in other posts about "productivity" levels and the star system that carol does. Anyway, I must have gotten my third star the other night (or day), because I got a movie voucher tonight. Hooray! She said that my productivity has "increased". So I am now an owner of a free movie ticket (not like I don't get free movies anyway.. I mean.. ssh..). Now all I have to do is go and use it before july next year. So who wants to go to the movies? Hm, what else. Oh, I was nearly going to be working from midnight sunday to 6, and then 4-10 on monday, but I thought that was going to be too much. I mean, I could have done the shift if I didn't have to do a lot of walking/running around the shop later that day. I know I wouldn't have gotten much sleep when I got home anyway, I would have got some sleep, but it would be a really crappy sleep. So I'm working 6-10 then 4-10 for the next few mondays. Or until the christmas season is over. Doesn't matter me too much, it just means I have to get up at 4:30 to be ready. I know I'm going to be making a mint during this holidays, it means that hopefully I'll be able to get my &lt;a href="http://www.exxnet.net/plan.txt"&gt;new computer parts&lt;/a&gt; earlier than I expected. Well, not too early, because I stilll owe mum like $400. Damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night at work, I was called "the most considerate person" they know, and now that has me thinking. Does one continue on being "kind" (haha.. yeah) and considerate to hopefully one day get lucky (my god that sounds so depressing). Well, as far as I can see (from what the majority of girls I hear talking), it's about looks. Well, fuck me, I'm dead in the water there. Maybe I should just wait until the end of school or something like that. Unless it's like the ugly duckling story, things probably aren't going to get any better. Who knows, but I think at this point in time (unless something.. pops up.. HAHAHA..) I think it's a safe bet to just wait until I finish with high school and go elsewhere. Maybe it would be better if I become a batchelor for life. Who knows, it might have some perks to it. I dunno, I suppose I'll see what happens next year, or maybe even at the start of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me be the official christmas counting down person. There is now officially 17 more days until christmas (well, really 16 seeing as tomorrow is nearly today). We aren't doing too much for christmas. Well, we are going down to my aunt and uncle's place, but that's going to be boring. Spending a couple of days at katherine where there is nothing do to (the place is full of coons, and running down coons is illegal..) is going to be exciting. A few things I'm looking forward to though, are the things that I've made mum buy me for christmas, so hopefully I'll get those down there (we "weren't" going to be taking many presents down because there won't be many presents for other people there, but who cares? They should get more presents if they feel left out). Though, if mum did buy the xbox, I don't think we'd be getting it down there. Anyway, someone take me up on the offer to the movies, because right now, I'm about to die of hunger (wee, no sense this is making). Time for bed I think. But damnit, there are still four more songs left in my queue-to-be-listened-to. *Gets in bed with headphones and listens*</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/12/day.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110255891683404517'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110255891683404517'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110240869494427378</id><published>2004-12-07T00:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-12-07T18:08:14.946+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Aching</title><content type='html'>Ow, my whole body aches. I suppose walking around a shop for 5 hours is the culprit, I just can't picture myself ever doing that for a whole day, non-stop, everyday for a whole week. Then having to do it again the week after. Either I'd have to get paid a lot of money, or become extremely fit in order to do it. But jesus, I got there at like 6 in the morning and there were people in there that had stayed there since the night before and had done what I do, instead they did it for a full night, non stop. Well there's commitment for you. I'd get really bored and tired of doing that for a long time. Not only that, but there were people in there that started when I started, and finished only just after the stored had closed. Christ, that's nearly a 13 hour day. Fuck that. No wonder a lot of people that do that are always crabby whenever I go into work and they walk by, or I ask them a question. I was kind of crabby with some people, but that would be because I got up around 4:30 and I had only just got to sleep around midnight. I wasn't doing too much yesterday, as I thought, it was basically the same shit I did on saturday. It did feel like the day would never end though. I felt like I hadn't done anything, though, it was trying to sort out things when they weren't in boxes, but individually, and placed here and there in a rollcage. But I got over it. Well, after work, I managed to find a new pair of shoes (they are like the one I have now, just a different colour.. there was nothing else there that I liked!) and mum bought me the new ministry of sound cd for christmas. Well, at least I'll be getting what I want for christmas, and not stupid things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I got home (which after shopping for stuff) was around 11, so I had around 5 hours before I had to go back to work. So what did I do? Go and play some half life 2, that's what! I was doing the whole nerdy gamer thing today too. I was playing the game in my half life 2 shirt. I felt special at that point. A good 4 hours playing the game, and I'm supposedly only just "cracking the surface" of the game. Which is good. I thought when I first was playing it on friday that after 4 hours I would be like 3/4 through the game already. I find out that I was only just starting the damn thing. Hooray for that. That means I'm going to be playing it for a while then. Much like the first game. I bought the first one like, three years ago already, and I've only just nearly finished playing it. How good can it get. Oh well, when I'm not playing hl2, or counterstrike: source, I'm trying to make the most of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I need to find something to do with the website. I will keep my blog here, but have something on front page. I can't just have a site dedicated to my blog, I won't get hits that way (not like I'm getting many now). I need to find something to put up that will attract people to my site. I can't make it so it needs users to function, otherwise it will fail miserably (for example, &lt;a href="http://forums.exxnet.net"&gt;my forums&lt;/a&gt;, they are inactive, and have never been used, other than by myself and has been up there for.. 7 months now?). So if I find something, I'll need to find it that will generate traffic, or make it so it's interesting. Plus, I'm getting bored just blogging, photoshopping (when I can, and when I get some inspiration), and playing solitare and pinball. I need to find something to do when I go to my room. Someone give me some ideas on what I should be doing with the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I've constructed a "plan" for what I plan to do with my computer/s and what I hopefully want to upgrade to. &lt;a href="http://www.exxnet.net/plan.txt"&gt;Click here if you are interested&lt;/a&gt;. Now I'm starting to hate the way that my chair is making me sit, so I might go and crawl into my bed and go to sleep, so until the next morn!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/12/aching.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110240869494427378'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110240869494427378'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110223945895389678</id><published>2004-12-05T00:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-12-05T19:07:38.953+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm really tired. Tired and bored. The worst two things to be on a weekend during holidays. I suppose I'm tired because I was forced to get up early on a saturday morning. Grr damnit. It's a saturday morning, I haven't been awake early on a saturday for a long time. Fair enough though, I got to get up and make money, so that is an addition to it. But still. Oh well, I suppose everyday in the holidays are going to be late sleeping (or early, depends on what time of the day, or day after it is) and late wakings. Hooray for that. But oh well, if I'm asked to work, I'd probably say yes, because that would mean that I'm going somewhere to do something during the day and get paid to do it. Not all things that glitter is gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, I said I'd work because I wasn't going to be doing too much work. Well, normally when I work, I'd be doing palattes of shit and I'd have to run around the store for like 5 hours. But today was more like, get a boxes and process them. Filling basically. Even better was that I was allowed to wear plain clothes, so I wasn't to be bothered by stupid people asking questions. Though I did get asked one question, only because I was sitting there with a trolley full of christmas hampers and I was playing around with the display of them. Who knew that customers would be smart enough to realise not all workers wear the kmart shirt. I think I scared the chick that was at the front desk when I walked in though. I had to work at 8:30, and the shop doesn't open until 9. Though, people were roaming the store earlier than that, but whatever. Anyway, so I walked through the half open doors inside the shop, and because I wasn't wearing my kmart shirt, and only my namebadge (which is hard to see when you don't look), the chick at the front desk gave me a really worried look. I mean, here is some guy walking into a store wearing plain clothes, before the store opens, what would have been worse for her, was that she didn't know who I was. So I ignored her and went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 5th of december and the shops were already littered with a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of people. It may have been that it was saturday morning, and I had never been there on a saturday. But still, there were shit loads of people. No wonder I wore plain clothes, there were a lot of stupid people there. Ha! Speaking of, I was standing around looking for some toy thing on the shelf, when I heard some woman say "we have to find someone that works here, &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;". By god she sounded angry. I quickly hid my namebadge and walked off and waited for her to leave to continue my work. I wasn't ready for some angry woman to scream in my face at like 9 in the morning. I seriously would hate if I had to work there during the day, everyday for about 8 hours. I mean pfft on that, I'd get so pissed off at all the people coming and abusing me. Like this one woman that was at the front desk abusing one of the managers. Of course I stood around and listened to her babble on (I was waiting for a key.. really..), but I got the idea that she had tried to pay off some layby and that there was a queue there a mile long and she didn't have time to wait for it, but she had time earlier on to get some kind of haircut (she had a whine about it taking too long, I laughed at her misfortune) Who cares woman? Seriously, if you have to wait, wait, otherwise come when it wasn't so busy. Or maybe don't come back at all! YES! Get the fuck out of kmart and darwin forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk around casuarina wasn't any better. Well, for one, I didn't have to do it in my kmart shirt, and all I had to do was take off my namebadge to look "normal". I was going to wear my sexy half life 2 shirt there, but I thought that would only announce that I was a nerd. Anyway, there were ten-fold the amount of people in casuarina. Have these people not heard of losing their life and staying at home and sleeping on a saturday? Nooo, they had to be walking around casuarina being fools and taking up space. I'm sure they have better things to do. Much like the security. The &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; guard at kmart looked like he was completely smashed, not that he was walking around all stupid like, but his face had a "I'm-completely-smashed" look on it. Besides the stone security guard, there were more retarded-looking people wandering around casuarina. I was one of them only because I had to go out look for shoes (ended up in a complete mess, darwin is such a shithole). Instead of really looking for shoes (the onle good shoe shop in darwin is swarming with kids that want to be "hip" and "cool" and is very generic - or really, everyone is wearing the shit from there - stupid city beach monopoly!) I kind of spent the half an hour I had before I left just wandering around going in shops, looking at one or two things and exiting only seconds later. I'm sure I pissed off a lot of shop-people, because I'd walk in a shop, play with something, acting as if I really want to buy it. Even having the "thinking" face on, and then leaving. Hehe. They would have gotten over it. Originally clair was suppose to join me in my efforts to find some shoes, but I didn't find her until I was about to leave and by then I had already searched a whole two shops for shoes. In the mean time, I had found more christmas presents for mum to buy me. Well.. actually, it's more like a cd, I can't remember what else I saw that I wanted, but all I know is I'm going to have to convice mum into buying the new ministry of sound cd (it includes a dvd with video clips!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, I'm going to be working from 6-10 and then 5-10 on monday, so I'm going to be absolutely stuffed come tuesday early morning. Right about now my eyes are starting to hurt. Maybe I should eat this mentos that I have left over from my shift.. mm, it's starting to smell really good. I shouldn't eat them and save them for my early waking on monday. Damnit, I have to get up at 5 to be at work by 6. I so hope that I'm going to save lots of money only so I CAN SPEND IT ALL!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/12/tired.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110223945895389678'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110223945895389678'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110203817600125990</id><published>2004-12-02T23:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-12-03T11:12:56.000+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>Well, I've come to the stark realisation that I'm going to be crucified when my school report gets here. Thinking about it though, it doesn't seem all that bad, I may only fail two classes, but it still isn't very good. I may not fail biology though, if my assignment was accepted (which I handed in around.. 7 weeks too late.. hehe) and I got more than 75% on it, then that would get me up to a C. That isn't including the exam, and I think I did pretty well in the exam, which wasn't all that hard. Chemistry I'm quite sure I failed. I didn't do some major assignment (which I think was brought up way too late. It was suppose to have been done on the last week when I should be studying for math). Hopefully I didn't fail. But they are the two classes I don't know my marks (to an extent). I know I didn't fail math, english, history or legal. I'm quite sure I'd be getting a 16+ for legal and history, I wasn't too sure about english though, but ms pikoulos said that I was passing, and math, I was getting an 11, but that is what I get for not studying, or doing nothing in class. Maybe those marks are telling me something? Should I go onto something to do with english, history and legal (which really have everything to do with english) seeing as I was passing those with ease. Or maybe I'd be passing everything if I actually studied and not just bummed around in class. Maybe paying attention to the teacher and writing down notes (I managed to bum around and write down &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the notes from every class, I just never read them) helps when I'm at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after what I did earlier this morning, activating half life 2 and all, I was extremely prepared and set to play a whole day of half life 2. Well I went down just before lunch to start playing, and guess what. The fuck still wasn't ready to play in offline mode. Fuck I was pissed off. I wasted all last night downloading drivers and spending probably half an hour to "activate" the bastard. I was like.. grr.. it wasn't a very pretty sight. Because dad had taken the modem, I had to resort to dialup to activate it again. I wasn't hard-pressed to set dialup back up again, but it was the fact that it registers on ozemail as a dialup connection (it always does, but that is for every 24 hours), and this one would show up as an hour between 11-12 downloading about 10MB. Well, initially I thought I'd be on there for a few minutes. It started off being a minute, up until it had decrypted files, and it decided that there was an update to take place. DAMNIT, I was hoping that this update would only be like.. readme files or something. But no! It had to be updates that would take over half an hour (on dialup mind you) to download. Well fuck that. Dad is sure to notice an hour of dialup activity when he decides to check the usage. So I had to force myself to cancel the update and I disconnected. Yes, that's right. PITY ME. I was forced to wait another.. about another 6 hours to play half life 2. Damn it more to the depths of hell. I think I spent the rest of the day listening to music loud and playing some half life (I had to prepare myself :-P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of music, I never knew how loud my music was full blast. I had some LAB4 playing while I doing something outside (I think I was getting the letters, or something to do with walking to the front gate and coming back only moments later). Before I go on, my room faces the street, not a direct view of the driveway (that was my old room), but a slighty skewed view, so only I can see people, and they can't see me. I could still hear the music (and the bass mind you) from outside of my room, down a whole level. WEE! This was the first time I turned it up loud and happened to be outside listening to it. Gosh! I really felt sorry for the silly wogs across the road from us that turn their tv up at about 3 in the morning. Oh wait, no I don't! I wasn't too game in walking out any further to see whether you could hear it clearly anywhere else. But still, I think that is an accomplishment from four speakers and a sub. Go go my amp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wait for ever for dad to come home tonight though. Normally he would be home around 5:30 to 6, today he decides to turn up around 6:40. What the fuck mister? So the instant he walked in the door, I was like, where the hell is the modem! What would have taken over half an hour on dialup, took like a minute on dsl. Thank god for fast internet. So I was running half life: source by 7. That was only to see what the original game was like on the new engine, it didn't look too different, but then again, I was only playing it for like half a second before I quit and started to play some half life 2. From how much I played before we went to get dinner (which was a whole 5 minutes worth) it owned. I could pick up bottles and all. I found it quite enjoyable. A five year wait (well, not including the 6 hours I had to wait for the internet) was paid off by 5 minutes of game play. I'm going to have more fun (that is if I can play it offline) tomorrow when I actually play it. I should get 5.1 setup for the computer downstairs, so I can play in a perfect atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time that I did get to play half life 2 was cut short by not only me having to go and get dinner, but the fact that jordan had a whine while I was in the shower about not being able to have a go. What the fuck bitch? Not being able to have a go? I WASN'T ON THERE SINCE YOU GOT HOME (I was too busy mentally hurrying my dad up). Then of course dad got on the opposite side that I was on, and said that I was on there all afternoon and even when he got hom. I think I lost it at that point, and kind of said that jordan had all afternoon to play and she didn't, and that I wasn't on there when he got home and that I was sitting (more like laying down) on the lounge chair (well.. it is called a lounge chair) watching tv. Of course my outburst pissed him off because I was right, and so he said for me to go down and "turn the thing off" so that neither of us could play. Well fuck him. I kind of did that, didn't speak to him for the rest of the night. I did made them eat my loud playing of half life: opposing force. So you can imagine at around 9:30 at night loud gunfire coming from my room. Hehe. Serves the fuckers right for not letting me play some half life 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have nothing else left to do and seeing it is nearing tomorrow (and the fact that my mouse has been on charge for about an hour already), I'm going to sleep.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/12/reality.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110203817600125990'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110203817600125990'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110195169603393356</id><published>2004-12-02T01:12:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-12-02T11:11:36.033+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Well this is a late post. Or should I say an early post considering it is like 1am. It's been like, a whole 5 days since I last posted, it could be that there was nothing to post about, but oh well. Not too much has been happening lately, I've had nothing to do while I'm at home, only because there is nothing to do, and dad still takes away the modem. That is also the reason for why I'm blogging so early in the morning, I'll explain later on. Hm, so what has happened recently.. well, not too much. I can tell that I'm going to be running out of topics soon, and that I will ramble on about the silliest things. Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when relations come around and spend like five hours sitting, eating, and talking about the stupidest things to happen, and my parents always expect me to be out there helping in their anecdotes in every little detail. Boring! I think I spent a whole five seconds with my aunt and uncle, and that was only when I was saying hi to them. Even then it was while I was sitting at the computer. Of course the first thing that my dad points out is my "surround" sound setup, I mean, I would have done it if they asked, but.. coh! I think I spent the rest of the day playing some half life really loud, not only was it fun, but it was loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speaking to clair the other day (on msn of course, I never see her anywhere else really), and.. well, how can I say this. It was a very enlightening experience for both of us. Wow, the first thing that pops to my head when I say that is "cyber sex". Anyway, I don't know whether it was that I probably won't see clair for another 9 weeks (or if she leaves, foreva!), or whether I felt kind of honest at that point in time, but the conversation kind of drew to my blog and about my attraction to katerina. I wasn't really too embarrassed (christ I hate that word) about what we were talking about. But yeah, I was being honest about it to people other than my blog, or to taryn. Yay for that! I think that will be as far as I go though, but oh well. I know when I see clair in person next time though it's going to be awkward, because we were being so honest about those we like/d that we said we liked one another at one point in time over the last few years (oh teenage lust, how fickle it can be). I know I'll probably get over the initial shock of honesty and get on with my life. It still felt good to talk properly to someone. I should do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think it is a wednesday, and I felt shocked when I hovered the cursor over the time to check the date and I saw the day was thursday. I think I need to sleep and wake up today before I realise that a day has gone by. Anyway, I went back to school to hand in a really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; late chemistry prac write up, and I think I timed it really well. Not the handing in process, but I timed it well so when I got there, the teacher wouldn't be in, so I wouldn't have to worry about trying to explain why it has taken this long, though I did have a plan worked out. I decided at the last moment though, to write on a post-it pad "ps. sorry", hopefully that will be acceptable. Oh well! The whole reason for why I did go back to school was so I could see whether or not I had enough money to buy Half Life 2. I was quite sure that I'd be like $10 short of $130, and that I would have to wait until next wednesday (when I get paid) for me to go and get the game, but fuck, I was looking forward to buying it then. I found out that I did have enough money and that I could buy it! Hooray! It's only been 15 days since it has been released! Better late than never I suppose. But when I went into EB to buy it, I found myself tongue tied when I asked how much they were selling it for. I knew how much it was ($129.95), but it was my sly ploy to buy the game, and not walk up and say "give me half life 2: collector's edition, NOW!" I'm sure the latter would have sufficed, but I'm more refined than that.. hehe. When the guy said that they may not have it in, I was like, fuck. You stupid whore bags can't be sold out now, it's been like 2 weeks since it was released, YOU SHOULD HAVE IT IN DAMNIT. But some other guy was there to say that there were some there on mail orders. So I was like, pheew. When he went out back to find it, he kept coming back to the counter with nothing in his hand, I was like, wtf boy? Where the hell is. I was kind of getting impatient, and the other guy that was there must have noticed, because he stopped what he was doing and said he knew where it was, so he'd get it. Maybe because that is what he is paid to do, but I'm very vain, so it was all about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got it, the guy asked me the funniest question (well, it's not really that funny, but I heh'd at it when he asked), he asked whether or not I knew about steam (it was the way that the company was releasing it over the internet, and how they catch out people with warezed up copies). I kind of gave him a hard glance and said yeah. He laughed and said that there were people buying the game and didn't know what the hell to do. Oh well, sucks to be them without knowledge. I mean, they bought the game, so they should know how the friggin' thing works. But oh well. So there I was, marching - by myself - through casuarina with half life 2: collector's edition. I felt all happy, until some stupid little asian baby like kid ran into my path and I knocked him over, and send him sprawling on the ground. I just looked down at the poor bastard (this kid was like, a year old) looked at the mum with a "watch where your fuckin' kid is" look, and I continued on. I didn't even bother to stop and help, but fuck 'em, I had just bought a game I'd been waiting for, they can help themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work was a little tedious last night (it feels so weird to say that when only last night was an hour ago..), and it didn't help that it started to rain when there was still pallets to be brought in from outside. So it's pissing down with rain, thunder and lightning everywhere, and here I am being yelled at by the store manager to hurry the fuck up and bring in the pallets. Damn fatty, I can only do so much with little room, and a pallet that weighs a tonne. Oh well, we did it, but the majority of the pallets were soaked, but it didn't matter. Right now, I'm walking like a god damn monkey (you put 2 and 2 together), but I suppose it's money. Now I have tomorrow to play some half life 2. Oh! Why I'm blogging this late: the only way to play half life 2, is to activate the game over the internet, and because I was working tonight, and dad takes the modem, I had no way of activating it before tomorrow when I wouldn't be able to do it until he gets home at like 6. Even then I'd be hard pressed to get on, because he'd whine, then jordan would whine, and I wouldn't get a go until after dinner. So I decided to wait until mum and dad were in bed last night and I went down to activate it. This was around 11:45, and the activating took forever. Even then, when I tested whether or not it would run, it asked for updated drivers. So I wasted another 5 minutes on downloading drivers all so I can play the game tomorrow. But oh well, I'm up at like 1 in the morning blogging so it's alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I went to work, I decided to clean off my desk (fuck the thing was messy), and I decided to harness the powerful concepts of wireless. Well, it's more like, shove everything I don't use too often into a cupboard, and the other things pile up at the end of the desk. And because of my wireless mouse and keyboard, there are no wires at all (minus my headphones, but that's different), and my desk looks so empty! Of course I took photos to commemorate this momentous occasion, oh and my lovely half life 2: collector's edition box (and other games).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/12/cleaning/full-view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/12/cleaning/thumbs/full-view.jpg" alt="It's the full desk!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/12/cleaning/desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/12/cleaning/thumbs/desk.jpg" alt="Oh my desk" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/12/cleaning/games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/12/cleaning/thumbs/games.jpg" alt="All my games" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/12/cleaning.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110195169603393356'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110195169603393356'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110154102448074719</id><published>2004-11-26T11:53:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-11-27T17:07:04.480+09:30</updated><title type='text'>End</title><content type='html'>God I'm lazy, I haven't had "time" to write any posts for the last couple of days. Other than the fact that I was doing a lot of things, that isn't an excuse! I suppose I was kind of busy doing stuff. Well, more like finishing off assignments that I had to hand in today that I didn't get around to handing in. So hopefully I remember their email addresses so I can email them in my work and they will mark it. Hopefully. Other than these few assignments that I've neglected until the end of the school year, I have finished school for another year. I think I've repeated myself like five times, but it is fun to say I've finished school for 9 weeks! Gasp on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'll recount this past week in one post. So wednesday, instead of doing nothing the whole day, I was forced to get up around 7:30 to get to school by 8 and have a chemistry exam. Though, the exam wasn't as hard as I thought, I kind of knew the majority of the test. I missed out on like a couple of questions, they were only ones that I couldn't work out some equations. Other than that it was pretty easy, hopefully I'm not being cocky and I did pretty well in that test. Seeing as wednesday was my birthday, I was kind of expecting the worst from some people (mainly sian). I thought it started off alright because I didn't see her until I just went into my exams. Well, I was upstairs with nick and terry (oh and kate) and they were studying whilst I was making a pain in the ass of myself (confusing them with little acronyms I had made up). We all made our way down about 10 minutes before the exam, and before I had even hit the stairs, I heard sian say "have you seen jarryd upstairs?" whoever she was talking to said I was walking down the stairs and she proceeded to scream out happy birthday. &lt;strong&gt;Grr&lt;/strong&gt;. People don't understand the concept OF KEEPING THINGS LIKE THAT A SECRET. Fuck, it annoyed the shit out of me. So then everyone that didn't know about my birthday was saying happy birthday and shit. Even people I don't talk to. I didn't acknowledge the majority of them, and I proceeded to smack sian really hard with my metal ruler. Yeah, take that and a bag of chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, nick, daryl and I got really bored and after the exam we were planning on going to the movies, like straight after. We had no idea what movie we were going to see, but it was going to be a movie. We planned on going to watch The Grudge, but there was already a session on, so we had to wait until like 1 before we could go and watch it. In the mean time though, the only thing daryl had on mind, was to get his xbox and play it on my big tv (more like my families, but it's mine to you). That was going to be extra boring, because there was going to be 3 people playing halo 2. That game gets a little boring after a while, a good game, but extremely boring for only three people. I think the "theme" for this story is that the grudge rules. I've only ever jumped in a scary movie, and that was because it was at 11pm at night and it was a "true" story (texas chainsaw massacre). Now we saw this movie around 1pm, and fuck me, I jumped so many times in that movie. It is one of those movies, that has an extremely scary face jammed onto the screen after watching someone walk into some dingy little room. But by god it was a good movie. The start of the movie made me wish I wasn't in there, coupled with the fact that I was on a sugar high, the movie did wonders for me. Every now and then I'd find something funny (to me at least) to say, and I'd have to tell someone, and because the closest person to me was like 3 chairs away, I had to say it loud enough for daryl to hear, but the people behind me could hear it as well. So everytime I'd find a funny remark, or say something terrible should happen (like someone's head should explode, or the bitch to jump out of the tv ring still) the people behind me would piss themselves laughing as well. Needless to say I amused myself and those around me. I suggest you go and see the movie in the cinemas, or wait until it comes out on dvd and watch it when it is completely dark. I think I wasted mum's free movie ticket wisely if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's party! I had fun there, though, I always seem to have more fun at parties. Overall it was a good party, though it took forever for anyone to really turn up. Fair enough though, it was something that was only thought up a couple of days ago, and the majority of people that were there don't go to dripstone anymore. It didn't matter though, there was still ample amount of people by 9. The usual "crew" turned up, craig brought around charles, troy and tyson. Then it was hayley and kirsty mob to turn up, and eventually some more people that I didn't know turned up. I just ignored them the majority of the night. Lala and stacy turned up too, so I had fun arguing with lala the majority of the night. People were coming and going throughout the night. When daryl turned up though, he spent his time hanging around with kirsty and hayley, up until hayley left and kirsty was with craig, then all of a sudden he was sitting around doing.. nothing. He didn't talk to anyone the majority of the night, I kind of left him to his own misery, just incase I was going to be engulfed by his wallowing. Speaking of, I was complimented like twice that night. I was so proud of myself. The first time was when we were sitting out the back and were talking about something, and all of a sudden I was told that I was really funny and that I make people laugh. So I felt good for a whole ten minutes. Then! I was commented on my driving by kirsty when I drove her home (she was really smashed, and I was the only sober one with a license). It wasn't really a compliment, but an insult to terry. She said that I drove so much better than him, but anyone could seeing as he speeds around corners doing 60. At the end, I think I came home around 1:45 and didn't get to sleep until like 3 in the morning (I was busy playing with my new present), and I had to get up at like 9:30 to go to school one final time and get my yearbook. So needless to say I was half asleep on the ride to school, coming back, and I was even nearly asleep walking bare footed through the mall at school. This was all while everyone was at recess, so they saw a half asleep kid walking without any shoes to get a book, and leave again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I left the best bit until last. Presents! A lot of people were like "wtf" when they asked what presents I got for my birthday, and I replied "none". I just don't celebrate my birthday. Next year maybe, only because I'm going to get smashed, and if we all go to schoolies, my first drink will be &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; schoolies. Of course when some people ask what I got, I'd lie to them, but others I'll say what I got. Well, wednesday night after work (yes, I worked on my birthday, it's just another day) I was given a new wallet which I desperately needed. It's a &lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/end/walllet.jpg"&gt;cool leather one&lt;/a&gt;. So now I've made the transition from a childish cotton (at least, I think it is..) with a little zipped and velcro, to a: &lt;strong&gt;MAN'S WALLET!&lt;/strong&gt; And! I got the bestest thing too. Seeing as I hadn't asked for anything for my birthday, mum said we would go shopping on thursday afternoon. Of course I was going to force mum into buying me HL2: Collectors Edition and the keyboard/mouse combo. I had told her a couple of weeks before hand how much they would each cost. But when we got there, mum was like "I'm not buying both, you pick one or the other". So I opted for mum to buy the dearer one so it wouldn't be as hard for me to buy the game. Well, mum still didn't want to pay $169 on one birthday present. Both parents are against buying shit for my computer, so I was forced into forking out $40 to pay for my own birthday present. Pictures are: &lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/end/keyboard.jpg"&gt;Keyboard is here&lt;/a&gt; -- &lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/end/mouse.jpg"&gt;Mouse is here&lt;/a&gt; -- &lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/end/station.jpg"&gt;Station is here&lt;/a&gt;. Notice anything? YES! The lack of wires! Go go wireless. *pets wireless goodness*. And, the mouse has rechargeable batteries, which is why there is a little docking station, so they can be recharged in the mouse. Weee! Money well spent.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/11/end.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110154102448074719'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110154102448074719'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110134630966773591</id><published>2004-11-23T11:58:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-11-25T11:01:49.666+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh</title><content type='html'>Well I'm sitting here oh so anxious for tomorrow to be here. Oh yes, I can't wait for a chemistry exam to be done and then I have to worry about doing three other assignments in only a few hours. Joy to the world, school has nearly finished. I could say the lack of updates are a result of me studying. Well, the study thing is a reason why I haven't been able to update. I have thoughts of lots (thus the longer previous post) but I have had no time this past week up until now, to update. Plus, I can't get to the internet still. So that would be a fair enough reason for not updating, but when I do write a post, I have to wait for ages to find a way to post it. But I should have more time for the next 9 weeks. So hoorah! Oh yes, &lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/oh/study-time.jpg"&gt;this is what I call&lt;/a&gt; chemistry study. I thought it was useful for my own learning.. I think. I managed to kill the two duracell batteries though, hehe. But I burnt by finger on them, so I suppose they deserve death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to regret telling certain people about my birthday later on today. Hopefully I'll be able to get in and out of the exam without people pestering me about my birthday. I mean, come-on, it's just another normal day. I don't really need to be told that I'm older than I was 24 hours previously. On the birthday note, I'm heading around to Nick's place for his birthday (oh the irony) on thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else. Ha! You know how normally when you go into exams, the supervisor normally says to write down your name/number or whatever on the front of the sheet. Well, in the math exam this morning I kind of forgot to do that part. I only remembered just before I started my bio exam. Now, I can only hope to hell that either I did write my name on there and I forgot that I wrote it on there, or that ms herrod saw my name &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; on there and wrote it down for me. It's either I worry about it until I get my results, or I ask ms tan tomorrow (that is, if she is there) and hope to hell that I'm the only dickhead who forgot to write their name on the exam. Otherwise, fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing overally exciting has happened since.. monday. I suppose that would be because I've barely seen those who annoying the shit out of me, and when I have seen them, I've ignored them, or insulted them. Either one, probably both. I can see my holidays are going to be much like they have every year. I might find some time to do something in my busy schedule of doing nothing. Either way I'm going to be bored. I might go to work on my photoshop "skills", or at least learn something knew so I can waste my time doing that next year and not school work (gasp!) Hopefully I won't be to bored, and that I will be working a fair bit so I can some money and buy stuff. Speaking of photoshop, which &lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/oh/moon-time.jpg"&gt;which moon would you choose&lt;/a&gt;? I was playing around when I did them, so they look pretty shitty. I'll master the look later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! Shortest post for a while. Go me. I suppose I have nothing to crap on about and seeing as nothing ever happens at my house (other than fights), I will talk about nothing for a long time!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/11/oh.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110134630966773591'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110134630966773591'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110120889535758896</id><published>2004-11-21T11:11:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-11-23T20:51:35.356+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Study</title><content type='html'>Well, it was the end of year 11 on friday. Technically it was, though I still have 3 more days left for exams, year 11 courses have officially ended. Yay for that! What better way to end it by bludging the last day. That what was basically done, though.. I have been doing it for the majority of classes this past week, but still. The thought of me being "allowed" to bludge caused me to bludge more. So what happened on friday? Well, I think I planned on doing very little work, and gathering myself up for the exams that are on this week. I'm not all too worried that school has ended, I think I'm going to need the next 9 weeks (I think, or at least something close to that) to compose and prepare myself for next year. I do know that next year I'm going to be doing stuff in class and not sitting around wasting time. This year was very much a kick in the ass in relation to the amount of work I wasn't doing this year. It wasn't that I didn't understand the shit, it was that I just didn't want to do it. The majority of it was boring, and now why would I bother doing boring stuff? Oh wait, we are forced to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the mentality of many people at my school. The majority of them are all cry here and cry there that this is the last time they are going to see each other. Understandable that they have finished year 10 and that they can leave school legally now. But for those who aren't leaving and have to survive another 2 years of school have no "reason" to whine. I mean, jesus, it isn't like they are leaving the country and changing into different timezones and that communication is impossible. Even people in my grade were like that. They wanted to do the whole "I've finished school, let's dress up as if we aren't going to see these people ever again". You do that in year 12 when you actually have finished school and you do go separate ways, not when you still have another year to spend with the people you have "exposed" yourself to. I think the extent that I went to "dress up" was something unexpected. Fat Jack dressed up as santa (the irony is delicious) and he wasn't going to wear his beard thingy, so my sexual oriented train of thought went to the first obvious use to it. Because it was connected by some elastic, and it could be stretched, and that the thing was shaped in a triangle. So I decided to wear it around my groin region and I walked around with it on acting if nothing was out of the ordinary. Of course I got the weird looks and the laughs, but indeed I had won the dressing up period of the school day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole never seeing those you don't care about is a wonderful concept. Yeah, it is going to be a sad moment when I realise that I won't see the majority of my good friends ever again. Things like that happen all the time, you see people you love walk away. I know I can still talk to the majority of them either by the internet or on the phone. Things will be a lot different in a year from now though, but still. Speaking of those I love. Nat and I went to get a mcfeed a lunch time on friday (it was more like I wanted a mcflurry to eat during biology), and we stopped in front of the doors to the eatery in casuarina. I have a habit of just looking around because I can, and it would normally be a dazed look, not looking at anything in particular. Upon feasting my eyes (eww, that sounds.. eww..) on the people inside, I saw Katerina in there. My heart fluttered for the moment that she might see me and come out and talk to us. But the flutter was &lt;strong&gt;smashed&lt;/strong&gt; to pieces when I saw her holding some tall guys hand and was almost being carried by him. I was lucky that the car was dark, otherwise nat would have seen my eyes almost disappear (he will know now, won't he!). I sat there staring for a second, then realised what a dickhead I must look like. Here I was with my hand in my pockets trying to find money and the face that I had on was one of despair. Luckily this was at lunch time and I only had two more lessons left, otherwise my whole day would have been shit in a bucket. I'm not too sure whether or not what I saw was true, but I'm never going to know am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today and yesterday consisted mainly of me sitting in my room much like I did the other weekend. Sitting around with the aircon on and me trying to finish off assignments and study at the same time. I'll let you know of my exam time table because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 	8:30-10:40 - History&lt;br /&gt;	12:30-2:40 - English (trial exam, not worth anything)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 8:30-11:10 - Math&lt;br /&gt;	12:30-2:10 - Biology&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 8:30-10:40 - Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that? I have a total of 5 exams, and I'm about prepared for.. 3 of them. I have no idea about what I should learn about in chemistry, I have a slight idea of what I should know for the biology exam. I'm aiming to pass all of them, just so my parents get the fuck off my back. I'm going to welcome the holidays with open arms. Not only will school be finished, but I will be finally free of the grasp that my parents have me in. I'm not going to be able to update my blog for the next week, because I'm not going to be able to get on the internet. I might be able to sneak in a quick 10 minutes at school before my exam is on, but I doubt it very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else. Oh yeah, the other day, I think I forgot to mention this the other day. I so remember writing something about it though, I just can't remember where I was doing it. But anyway, the other day jade was having trouble getting out her tongue ring, so she spend like a whole lunch time (or was it recess?) trying to get it out. It was asked whether someone had a pair of pliers and Renee was there to help, and she and jade walked off into the girls toilets to try and undo it. Next thing, you hear screams and melinda running from the toilets saying "There is blood!" So, I jumped up to see the sight of Renee with a pair of pliers making jade bleed. Now who wouldn't want to see that? The fact that they were in the girls toilets didn't hinder me, so I walked straight in there to see nothing had happened! I was jipped! Jipped damnit. I think I chose the wrong time to leave the toilets, as the moment I left the toilets, I left in front of a whole bunch of girls. I didn't really care though, but I'm quite sure I made some of them embarrassed that there was a guy in their toilets. Believe me, I laugh in their faces. One of them, Ellen, asked why I was in there, and all I replied was "blood", so since then she has been hanging out in our common room. A little weird, but cool++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you all planning on getting me for my birthday? Come on people, it's already the 21st. I've been told by my mum that after exams, we will go "shopping", so really, she means that we are going to harvey norman to buy me Half Life 2: Collectors Edition and buy me the keyboard/mouse combo. So hooray, on the thursday morning/afternoon I shall hopefully be playing hl2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me, I have a lot more to talk about, and I've already exceeded way too many words (my history essay was something like 300 words less than this post. I know that if I'm not going to get it all out now, I'm going to forget about it. Oh well, I'm sure something exciting will happen in my exams (I think not) or that I'll remember what I wanted to whine about in this post. So until tomorrow night when I write up another post!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/11/study.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110120889535758896'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110120889535758896'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110076696194975343</id><published>2004-11-18T18:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-11-18T18:13:41.296+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>Say hello to me! I bought my amp home yesterday after a drive into harvey norman and a long wait in harvey norman. About harvey norman first though. When I got there I paid the layby off and I was "forced" to wait around while another woman had to go and find my amp. It isn't all that interesting, but while I was waiting around for it, the guy that originally served me and pointed me to the sony one walked by me. He obviously remembered me, because he gave me the "I know you" look as he walked by. I remembered who the hell he was, but I didn't say anything, so I left him wondering if I remembered him. So while I was in harvey norman (well, it was before I paid off my amp) I wandered over to the computer section and looked for half life 2, namely the collectors editions. So I find the normal one and I was like, what the fuck, where is the collectors edition?! So I wondered around looking at the computers and monitors, when I see a giant gordan freeman picture stuck up almost opposite where you walk in with the normal half life 2 and the collectors edition. I felt a little stupid at that point, but I got over it. What was better, the collectors edition (which includes half life 2, half life: source and counterstrike: source) is only $129, so if I don't get it for my birthday, I'll have enough money by then to buy it and play it during the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking before I opened my amp, I was going to take photos of it being opened, but I was in too much of a rush, so I just ripped it open and I've only just taken photos. I spent around 2 hours this afternoon moving speakers, putting speakers in, adjusting speaker cable length, that kind of thing so I can have a 4.1 speaker setup (I don't have a centre speaker yet). So now I have the two big speakers that were running outside (which was replaced by our winnings :-), so now I have those sitting next to my bed, and my two smaller sony speakers up the front near my desk. How about I let the pictures speak for themselves. Oh, and yeah, sorry for the flash in amp-back_1.jpg, that was the only non-fuzzy one I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/celebration/amp-back_1.jpg" alt="Left handside of the amp!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/celebration/thumbs/amp-back_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the left hand side of the amp (the back part!). Look at all those plugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/celebration/amp-back_2.jpg" alt="It's the righthand side!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/celebration/thumbs/amp-back_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's the other side, imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/celebration/amp-front.jpg" alt="The all knowing front"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/celebration/thumbs/amp-front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be how the amp is controlled. See how it says PLII MUS? I can change that display to whatever I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/celebration/bed-teddy.jpg" alt="My bed and teddy bears"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/celebration/thumbs/bed-teddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those would be the original speakers in the lounge room. They are about a metre tall and sound loud++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/celebration/desk.jpg" alt="Oh, my desk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.exxnet.net/phlog/11/celebration/thumbs/desk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be my "workstation", it is normally littered with books and assignments due in the next day, but I cleaned them all off. See the sub underneath the desk and next to my makeshift bin?! And, there is suppose to be another speaker on the left side of the desk, but I managed to get it &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt; of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, tomorrow is the last day of year 11! Go me! But also, tomorrow is the last day to get in 5 more assignments. Well, only really 1, and the other 4 (english and chemistry) both have nice teachers. Ms Pikoulos is being really extra nice, because I'm suppose to have two assignments in by tomorrow because my portfolio has to be sent away. She said that if she checked her email and found my assignments in there then she would include them in my portfolio (and mark them aswell), now how nice can she get? So I have to get them hopefully done by tonight, or even by friday night, just so she doesn't have to mark on a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/11/celebration.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110076696194975343'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110076696194975343'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110064138660163055</id><published>2004-11-17T00:52:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-11-17T07:13:06.600+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>Well it seems like I have been getting some sleep lately, and that seems to be a bad thing. I don't know, but whenever I have a "good" sleep, when I wake up I feel more tired than I did before. Like now. It's nearly 1 in the morning and only an hour ago I was nearly ready to drop dead. That hour ago feeling has lasted all day and it's annoying as shit. It seems I've gone past tired and I've just crept up alongside being awake again, but I know tomorrow (or should I say later today) I'm going to be really, really tired. But oh well, I'm looking forward for what I'm going to do today. After school, and when dad comes home with his car, I'll be off to find some money (hopefully I have enough, I've yet to really work out if I have the total amount needed in my bank) and then pay off my amp. I just worked it out then, going by me having like $45 in my bank, that I'm going to be $4 short of $139. What the fuck. Damn shit fuck. Hopefully I'll get more money than what I thought I would last week and that it will be in there by the time I go and get money out. If it isn't I'm going to be really pissed off, because I've been looking forward to playing music loud with my sub going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about being pissed off, I went to see what kind of things they were selling for half life 2. If you hadn't noticed, it was released today (unlocked, I just can't buy the bastard), and I was looking forward to seeing how much the collectors edition was going to be selling for, or something like that. I think it was just that I wanted to touch the box and I'd be set until my birthday. But that didn't happen. So grr. I had forgotten that they were suppose to release it going by american time, and when I went to see what they had, it was only like 10pm on the 15th in seattle. I was kind of sad because I was a day early, and now that I've been reading the reviews and the "behind the scenes" articles on it, I wish I could be playing it now. I know it is going to be a bad thing for me to get it this week and next week because all I'd be doing is play it, and I find no room to study or finish off my assignments. I'd find time, but the time would be around this time in the morning and I'd be hard pressed to do a good job on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found out what I was getting for legal today, only because there has been four assessable assignments in for a whole term, and I had finished the last one on sunday night and handed in it. I find out I got a 16/20 for the class, I'd probably have a 17 for the class if the bitch of a teacher that marked my second last assignment knew what the fuck she was doing. It was obvious she knew nothing, because she said I had to place the date I view the website in the bibliography which is crap, because... it's pointless, YOU STUPID WHORE. Oh, and she was marking from a sheet which made absolutely no sense at all. So I just gave up on her. I know my 15+ marks in english, legal, and history are going to be ignored when my parents read my report at the end of the term. They are going to be like, oi, why did you only just pass math, chemisty and biology? I'd just reply, because I'm lazy. Then I'd have the whole school and computer lecture &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Because I asked them if they'd buy me half life 2 for my birthday, they'd say (after reading my test results) that I shouldn't be spending my time on the computer, and that I should be doing my assignment. What the fuck? I have like, a whole of 8 weeks of nothing, what am I going to do during then? If it was in the middle of the year, then maybe. But not when all my classes are finished and I have to start a new course next year. They have it set in their mind that I start year 12 courses at the end of this year, and that the last couple of weeks are there because year 12 starts next year. Well, you are wrong. They may do it elsewhere, but there is still stuff being taught to me at the last couple of weeks (which is stupid, whatever happened to the time to study for the exams?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I now know that we are getting an xbox for christmas. Today I caught my mum shopping for carry cases for the xbox (I was at work and she thought I was suppose to be home, hehe). It wasn't the kind of quick pick up and see what it feels like, it was the pick up, see how much it is, see what other colours there are, preceed to think about it and put it back. Believe me, if we don't end up getting an xbox, I'm going to rip apart the ps2 and force it to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I might go and sleep for a little bit until I have to get back up and go to school.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/11/sleep.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110064138660163055'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110064138660163055'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110048481408655786</id><published>2004-11-14T23:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-11-15T11:43:34.086+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>Well, I've just spent this past weekend doing nothing but sit in front of my computer in the aircon! But really, I did sit in front of my computer for all day saturday and all day today, but I wasn't doing it because I could, but I was doing the majority of my assignments. I managed to finish off 2 of my english assignments and my legal assignment, only missing out on doing my history essay because I forgot to research for some information about it. So I'm either going to have to think up some insane excuse to get myself out of doing it for another day, or tell ms herrod the truth (and show her over 4000 words done in three assignments). I really need to invest in a new chair for myself when I sit at my computer, because the one I use now just is not cutting it. My back has only just started to hurt after about 24 hours of sitting in the same spot. That just does not cut it, I need to be able to last more than that in the one spot. Along with my back, my fingers are starting to say "hey bitch hole, we are hurting down here", and wait.. so are my ears from my music. But I will get over that with tonight's sleep, if not I'm going to be in pain tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, nat's party on friday! I always knew I was going to have fun there, besides from the amount of cigarette (and other smoke...POTHEADS) smoke wofting around the place. I wasn't at all too surprise I was slightly stoned from all the second smoke hanging around. So anyway, got there around 5:30 just waiting to go for a drive around in nat's mum's car (which is a mercedes, gg), making sure that his parents don't know of course. But nooo, sian had to ruin it all and say he wasn't allow to take his mum's car for a drive. Oh well, we managed to go out and buy some dinner before any stupid people rocked up, and what happened the moment we get back? Fat jack rocks up, so we all finished our food quick so he had to eat his dinner by himself (at least, that was what I did..) Then some other people rocked up and nat and those people got stoned, so I ventured into the games room and played some pool until ray rocked up. Now this ray kid would happen to be madeline's boyfriend, and from what I hear he is really weird. No, he isn't weird at all you retards, he is a fucking immature piece of shit. I was playing a game against david and all he did was make 3 year old noises (you know the ones, farting noises from the mouth when someone bends over.) I think after the third time he had done that to me (and david) I was ready to stab the fuck in the face. I think he did get the point that I didn't like him, because he kept on trying to talk to me (asked me questions like "was I aiming for that one?") and all I did was give a half assed nod or a grunt. He didn't speak to me the rest of the night, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wandered more than I sat down, eventually, nick, terry, martin and alan rocked up with their piss, so I sat around and talked to them for a while. I had no idea where nat was at the time, last I saw of him, he was going up the stairs with sian. With nick turning up, the eventual crew also turned up, you know, the real "hardcore" stoners (tyson, and troy mob) and then kristy and hayley turned up. Anyway, later on in the night when renee turned up, we were all sitting outside waiting for their weed to be delivered.. uihh, I mean.. smeh, it was weed. These two guys (they looked to be about 17-18) rode by and all of a sudden they were inside talking to people in there. Well what the fuck, I managed to find out that they knew some people in there so they just rocked up.  As the party started to die down (this was about the time when the majority of people were either too stoned to move, or they were too smashed that they passed out) the rest of us were sitting outside just talking, when litsa began "hitting" on nick. I dunno whether she was drunk, or that something else that I can't think of, but she was basically hanging off the side of nick's arm the rest of the night I was there. I thought it was funny, but I kept that to myself whilst she was there. I eventually gave up trying to talk to her and just ignored her the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, what else happened. There was also suppose to be a fight between jade and kylie, but that never happened. We were so jipped at that point in time. Oh, I had a "dance" with kristy, hayley,  gabbe, and some other girls that were there, so yay me. Well, it was more like a techno like dance, but whatever. I had fun. With dealing with some people when they are drunk, I really hope that I'm not going to be that arrogant when I'm pissed. Seriously, after fat jack had drunk a whole bottle of baileys by himself (ooh, alcoholic) he was acting like an absolute dickhead (hah, more of) and making a total ass of himself. Hopefully I'm going to be a sedate drunk. But who's to know, I might be a roudy one aswell. I'll find out next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go and pay the rest of my amp off today, but I wasn't allowed to use the car because I had to have finished my homework before I was allowed to go. I suppose that is a good thing, because hopefully by then I'll have more money (and enough) in my bank to just pay it off without having to sell my other amp at crash converters. Speaking of crash converters, my sister broke the ps2 (well, she leaves the controller on the ground and I walked past the thing and kicked up the controller cord because I couldn't see it) and basically that hard jerk stopped the cd drive from reading discs at all now. I don't know whether it is because it's near christmas and they don't have anything for either of us yet, they are hinting (well, not really hinting, more like dropping logs on our faces) about buying an xbox. They were originally going to buy another ps2, but I persuaded otherwise. So now we might be getting an xbox with halo (I think it comes with halo 2 aswell) for christmas. So hooray on that, I get another computer in the house. I'm not allowed to try and fix the ps2 though, even though I've already removed the warrenty-void-if-removed sticker, so I might as well go ahead and open it up and fix it somehow. But oh well, I'll get to it when we get the xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now, my whole body is starting to hurt, including my bottom lip *removes the plastic fork from it*. I might go ahead and try to sleep some before I go to school. Oh yeah, 24 hours left until half life 2 is released!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/11/night.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110048481408655786'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110048481408655786'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110022629475773831</id><published>2004-11-11T23:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:54:54.756+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>We had that remembrence day on today, I'm not too sure whether or not the school was completely "prepared" for the thing. Well, it's really a thing where on the 11th month, of the 11th hour that you are supposed to do a minute silence (normally ends up with me laughing at the awkward silence, today was no exception) where you.. stand for a minute.. in silence. I hate these "mourn" type of days, where you think of those who died in the war way back when. Really pointless in my eyes. Ok, yes they did die for their country (most voluntarily though) and that they have made what australia is today. Now, I'd do the mourn thing for the first few months, maybe a couple of years. But decades after the bastards have died? (That is going to hit someone's spot sooner or later) You can't continue with life if you can't get over something (oh wow, the irony..). I know when I'm dead, I'm going to want people mourning me like, a couple of weeks after I die, and then everyone get over the fact that I'm dead and that nothing will bring me back. I'm extremely insensitive when it comes to people dying. Oh, and I didn't think the minute was ever going to end. As I was saying before, I don't think the school was very organised, because they only just called it over the PA around 11:05 (oh no, 5 minutes late!). Now when you normally tell someone to stop working, and stand for a minute silence, normally after a minute someone says thank you and shit, and tells you to continue what was happening before. They did, the stupid whores. So we were all standing there (me and my biology class) waiting for someone to say anything. So I broke the ice by saying it was taking a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had multitudes of awkward silences today, as today I had one with daryl's mum. I had been over at his place playing some CO-OP Halo 2 (games rules by the way, incredibly hard to control, but extremely fun) until he had to go to work, and seeing as though I had my bike, bag and sister, I wasn't about to give her a life home. So we got a lift with daryl's mum. First off to Kmart to drop him off to work, and the trip back was.. needless to say, really tense. You know how there is always a kind of non-talk time between friend's parents, well, this seemed to be one of them. I opted for the back seat, because I wasn't going to be able to handle the it (I'm such a chicken bitch). But anyway, I got over it and we managed to get home in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been sitting here thinking about how the hell I'm going to get the rest of my school year over with and pass with a good grade. I've been such the lazy bastard this year. Normally I'm kind of lazy, you know, do the assignments a few days before they are due in and all. This year has been worse, I've managed to find a way to fly past the due dates of the majority of my classes (excluding math) and hand things in weeks after they are due. Some things I'll do the day they are due in, or the night before and have them handed in, and I'd normally get a fairly high mark for them. Well, those assignments that I have to do some english or history in, where I don't have to do any working out. Along with these assignments, I have forgotten to study for my trial history essay tomorrow morning, which, going by the time I'm wasting now and in the morning, I will have no time to read up about, unless I get the exam pushed back half an hour. Then only 20 minutes after that, I have an even more thrilling chemistry test on redox reactions, which I know a fair bit about, but I just can't remember it. A pity that. So I'm going to have to kind of fly through the history thing and then study during recess and homeroom for the chemistry one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about my lazy habits and how I've procrastinated the fuck out of this year and I think it's time for a change. Yes! A change. I've force nick and daryl to do the same thing. We are all conforming to the habits of those with girlfriends, we are going to be forcing each other to have assignments done in the first day that we get them. I know the first term is going to be something like this, the second term something kind of similar. Then the last two terms are going to be procrastination heaven. But I can't let this happen because next year is my last year of school, and I have some major exams at the end of the year. Thank god some of the most anticipated games have been released around the time of my year 11 exams. Just beeeee-utiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nat's party is on tomorrow night, and I have no way of getting home. That is, unless terry isn't going to be there. If he is then hey, I have a lift home, but I'm fucked otherwise. I'm fucked because the majority of people there (I lied, all of them) are going to be smashed (or stoned). I have no real desire to ring up my mum at like 1am and say I have no life home and that she has to come and pick me up. It wouldn't be all that bad, because she would come and pick me up, it's just that most of the people at nat's place are going to be outside and staggering around when I leave, so all mum will see is a bunch of drunken teens, and she will think that I'm drunk as well. Gah, hopefully someone with a license is going to be there and not drunk, and not asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until I'm next on the internet!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/11/silence.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110022629475773831'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110022629475773831'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-110003994772770757</id><published>2004-11-09T23:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:26:11.233+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Dates</title><content type='html'>It seems like this is the month for dates I suppose. Considering I only have about 2 weeks of school left, the majority of things have to be done by the end of the two weeks, I will have no time to do anything. Seeing as though dad has taken the modem, and probably will for the next few weeks, I should have enough time to do all my assignments. I suppose, I could do the majority of them in one night, but you see, I'll need the internet straight after school to search for info that I'd need. But no, the modem isn't there so no research, so no assignments. Not all of my assignments need them, I'm just using it as an excuse not to do them. Of course the excuse only works on myself seeing as I'm th e only one who really listens to my excuses. So no real time wasted there. I know I'm not going to be able to procrastinate as much as I have this year, as I will be able to next year. But next year (another one of my excuses) I'll have one less class, one less class to do work in, and in extra line to do other work in. So really, I should do well next year (in theory of course). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying earlier, this month is all about dates. Not the kind when you go out with another and spend time with each other (oh, I can do that?), but more like deadlines. Other than the obvious school dates that is meant to be meet before the exams, there is the ever present gaming dates. Yes, I'm talking about games. Speaking of; Halo 2 was released today! Yay for those with an Xbox, unfortunately for me, I don't have an Xbox, so I'll have to go around to Daryl's place (seeing as he has already a deposit on the game) and play it. More though! We got digital yesterday, so yay for that. Flehlehleh, I know the majority of australia already had it months ago, and I had already played with it beforehand, but still! Better time then any to get digital, and seeing as we have a giant TV, the picture is much clearer now. Much fun to be had with digital for the first few days, that is, until you realise that it's the same as normal cable, just with a few other options and about 150 more channels. Anyway, another game that was released earlier this month was GTA:SA, well, it was really late october that it was released, but that is still earlier this month.. I think. And and and! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hl2fallout.com"&gt;Half Life 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is going to be released on the 16th, so another tremendous date to be marked on some calenders. Hooray for that, just in time for my birthday too (and &lt;a href="http://andyroo-au.blogspot.com"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt;'s, and &lt;a href="http://rushzack.blogspot.com"&gt;Zack&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Nick said it to me one day, but at the end of every school year, people in school - including people in my year level - become really annoying. I mean, normally they are as annoying as normal, but as we near the end of the year, people become arrogant and plain stupid. I've become more picky about things recently though, it could be that I have exams (there I go again, trying to explain something with an excuse) soon, or that people have been pestering me about my birthday. To be honest, I think it's more of the latter. Ignore, and they shalt follow. Oh, like today. You know how there is always a scape goat for the majority of people's frustrations at school? Well, we aren't cheap in this category. We have a kid called Michael Anderson. More of a scape goat than anyone really thinks of, but no one likes him. When I mean no one, I mean not even the teachers that have some sympathy for the extra-stupid (I have been told it doesn't exist anymore) kids. So anyway, something had been said about him, and I was returning from my visit to Hungry's only to find David "thrusting his groin" towards michael. I think it had started earlier with someone saying michael would take liquid soap into a jail (to make it hard to pick up, Hua Hua Hua) and that kind of opened flood gates for gay jokes. Let me stress the fact that &lt;em&gt;no one likes him&lt;/em&gt;, so basically all those in the common room (which is the majority of year 11) were "picking" on him. Minus Daryl because he is a self righteous bastard that doesn't believe in picking on michael because "it's mean". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, something happened and I added my few remarks, getting more laughs than fat jack's jokes (go me, I'm popular). I think it ended up me manufacturing an insult that he wanted to "replaced David with the drums that he plays with" and he only had one drumstick on him and he was saying something about shoving it up his ass, or something. So I counteracted by saying that (and mind you I was the only one that thought of the sexual innuendo part of it all) he wanted to have gay sex with David. So michael ran off obviously insulted by what I had said, and everyone else in the room. I know that he is going to tell his parents or someone about it all and it's all going to come back onto the people in the common room, and of course no one can lie in that room, so basically they are all going to point fingers at me, while there I would be skillfully saying it wasn't me and that what he said was bullshit. Up until people would have pointed fingers at me, I would lie, until the teacher asked me again, then I'd find it pointless to lie and give in, because if I wasn't going to be backed up some how, then they will all point more fingers at me. So really, the people in that common room suck ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really, the moral of the second part of the story is to never trust in people, never think that they will aid you when you are trying to weasel your way out of getting in trouble. In the end, someone is bound to give up, and bang there goes the end. I don't know what next to celebrate, the fact that these past few posts have been well over 1000 words each and that soon I'm going to hit 50,000 words posted (I think?) or that I'm nearing 60 posts. How about both?</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/11/dates.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110003994772770757'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/110003994772770757'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-109988481119067754</id><published>2004-11-07T23:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-11-08T13:03:31.190+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>Well, I've had four days (well, it was really less than that, I just hadn't found anything interesting else to write in the post) to think about my state of mind. Obviously I've gotten over it, it was just too hard to expect stuff when I'm angry at my parents. What is annoying, is that I'm over it and yet, dad still can't get over the fact that I'm on the computer the majority of the day. He only just recently gave me the "computers are worthless" lecture (ironically, I was infront of the computer for the first time this week). In that speech, he said something about that computers are tools, and are useless at all (what a load of shit!), and how he knows when I turn it on, and what I download (hooray for him, he can use the administrative panel on XP). He only knows what I download because I can't be bothered hiding what I do now, who cares if he knows what porn I get, I got over my parents knowing when I was like 12. So in other words, I'm going to be "stripped" of my internet "privledges" (that is what else he called the computer, a "privledge and not a right") for the next while. Probably (well, hopefully) until exams have finished. When I mean stripped, I mean, he physically takes away the modem so I can't even get some kind of access to the internet. As Terry pointed out when I told him, some parents ground kids when they have giant arguments, mine take away the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my schedule is completely booked out. Last friday I went to Terry's place for a "party", and this saturday (I have yet to ask) I'm going to &lt;a href="http://stinkles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nat&lt;/a&gt;'s place for another party. What Terry's party was originally going to be was just a "few" friends around eating food and watching movies/games, with a few drinks to be had by most people. What happened was a few friends came around and we ate some pizza, while playing some GTA:SA (that games owns) and of course we had some techno going. So yeah, loud music, intense gaming and food are a good combination. Then as time went by, some people left intending on returning but never did (one of them were buzzing on speed), and of course the drunken youths turned up and things kind of picked up again. But of course, the majority of them were either stoned or drunk, so it was pointless on talking to them. Daryl turned up in the middle of it all and we were playing some games until daryl left to flirt with Hayley and Kirsty. I managed to walk around talking to some people, but it was really hard to try and have a conversation with someone smashed and music blaring in the background, so I gave up and sat outside and waited for people to walk by and join me. Much easier that way. I was the designated sober bob of the night (considering I was the only one with a license and wasn't drinking at all), I managed to drive around in Terry's mum's little beast and pick up Nick from home (with a whole carton of alcohol). I had fun though, playing games, talking to people out of school, listening to some music, and eating. Just watching other people when they are drunk trying to do something is even better though. Nat's party is going to be 10 times as worse as Terry's was though. Well, not worse, but better. Much more people are going to be at Nat's place, although not the same people there, it's still going to be a whole lot of drunken youths stumbling around. I just have to organize a way home incase terry isn't going to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to find myself a car though. All this fighting with my parent's left me almost without a car to drive around, so I need to find a car for myself so I don't have to bother with them. I know it is going to be a pain in the ass to try and keep on the road. See, there is my problem, I know I'm not going to be able to keep a car going if I want to buy a whole lot of other shit. So I can either not bother with a car (unless my parents buy me one) and buy everything else I want (which is all computer related), I find a car and get that and not worry with the computer hardware for a long time. Or: I find a way to get more shifts at Kmart and earn more money so I can do both. Seeing as it is near christmas, hopefully I'll be getting more shifts as nightfill, if I don't I might have to find the apparel manager and as her about a position in the apparel side of things (apparel is clothing if you didn't know). I know the manager is looking for people because Daryl told me the other week that she was looking for three people, and only last night he told me that she had only gotten one person. Seeing as the manager only works on a sunday, I should have gone today, but I couldn't have been bothered. Maybe I'll ring next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who wishes to either spend $140 or $350 on me for my birthday? I can tell that I'm going to be getting shit all from my parents and that I'm going to be poor by my birthday. I'm already poor as it is, I only have like $50 left in my bank. Though, a plus side to that is that I only have $139 left on my amp, and if I get paid lots during this next week, I'll have my amp by saturday afternoon. So anyway, I asked my mum whether or not she'd rather buy me a keyboard/mouse combo or a dvd burner. Considering the dvd burner is around $350 ($300 from an out of stock store, I think) and the keyboard/mouse is only $139. Maybe I can find some good speakers for her to buy me. Seeing as I'm going to get my amp soon, I think a new set of speakers should do the trick. I think if she had any choice at all, she'd buy me the cheaper one. I really need the mouse now though, seeing as my current mouse has been acting up majorly lately, and my keyboard is really old (and dirty). But if I don't get either of them, you people can donate me some money and I can buy one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning feels so bad!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jarryd.net/original/2004/11/thinking.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/109988481119067754'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7010588/posts/default/109988481119067754'></link><author><name>jarryd</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010588.post-109952163582966559</id><published>2004-11-03T19:33:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-11-04T08:10:35.830+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Record</title><content type='html'>Well, things have gotten completely out of hand now. After last night's little spack, I was expecting some kind of message, or similar regarding my access towards the computer. I think something similar has happened before, I think last time, the whole box was missing from it's usual spot so I couldn't get access to it. Well, something "worse" has come, dad has decided that he will take the router. What the fuck? How low can you go, instead of taking the thing that I use, the bastard decides to take the thing that is used to get on the internet. The stupid thing is, that he left the computer where it was, making it more easier to fuck things up. Instead, I opted to just unplugging things with force and hoping that things would be bent in the process. Unless it happens again, when next time I'll clear things out so &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; works at all. I can just see things becoming worse and worse as the days go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the ever present parent-teacher interviews on tonight, things did not help at all. Of course, they went to plan: make sure that the parents know about my habits at school and hopefully things will reverberate towards the kid and making them do stuff. This has happened over the past few interviews, and of course, I never bother to attend the meetings because I know things will go sour, including most teachers giving me the "I'm ashamed of you jarryd" look. Or even worse, the teachers ask what is the matter, and why I have been acting the way I have been. So yeah, I didn't bother doing the whole interview thing, and of course, I had an argument (over the phone mind you) with my mum about me going to the interviews. I eventually won, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the inevitable conversation after the interview was the only thing I was really dreading about the whole thing. Normally it would go with going through what each teacher said, you know, something has been bothering jarryd, but he has been doing work (I don't see the problem then). Then it's a talk about whether something is pissing me off and that it is reflecting in my marks and the teachers comments. It transverses from what the teacher said, to whether or not I'm enjoying what I do at school (I just sit there and not help in their "quest" for knowledge of my life) Then it's the whole university and that things get harder and harder. Well no shit sherlock. This kind of information is kind of beaten into our skulls by the age of 5. Normally ending in an emotional grasp for my conscience, I suppose, about that they know I can do better, and that if I do well, I can go and do what I want. This normally includes introduction of what I want to do when I get out of uni, and that how proud she would be if she could tell everyone where and what I'm doing, not say that I'm working at some retail store (oh irony says hi!). So there you go, future parents of poor, crazed and mentally insane children, an insiders view of a shitty parent-teacher interview, and how you should go about trying to convice your child into doing better at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and again I can see two "easy" ways to getting out of listening to what my parents have to say. The first, finding a way to move out and continue my schooling by myself and not have any hinderence from my parents. I know I won't be able to achieve this, as I don't have a job that would last me to live by myself. The second, would be committing suicide (or some kind of haneous crime that will force me into a seclusion and not bother with my life). Hey, it may not be the easiest option, but by god things would end quickly. But wait you say, what about those around you who will be affected by it? I can only really think of a few people that will be totally affected by it (mostly my close friends), those I'd be the ones that would force me into not doing it. What about my family? Well, at the moment, and I'm sure my opinion isn't going to change any time soon, I could care less whether or not they miss or would mourn me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my yearly day dawns closer, people are beginning to question me about when my birthday is. Of course, I never tell them and because I'm sure a efficient liar (minus yesterday, hehe) they never really know when my birthday is. I can only enforce those who know my birthday who want to give it out, to &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;. I can handle a few people saying it to me quietly, but fuck sitting there and having everyone know when my birthday is. I know that the same thing is g