Someone's been bass-taping you?

Jesus Reno 911 is funny. Download me that.

I have not done enough study. I did my prefs instead! Yayyyy. I am now doing Int. Studies. Yes, it is lame. But shut up. After this, when I go stroke exports and yell to export more, people will nod and listen wisely.

Go go exports!

I don't like Dale Carnegie.

I survived a spill today! It was wacky. My aunt is an unreliable driver. I have finished a lot of books. In your face, HSC!

Or was that Lincoln?

Richard Nixon (ugly) v. John Kennedy (purr!)

It is back to trawling ebay like an old hag I go. Or not. Night.

Work leave

It's not what it sounds like. I'm not taking a break from work, infact, i'm taking a leave in order to work. Yes,I am back to that place you should have never come to.

The past three or so days have consisted or three essential activities: Working, playing the campaign of War3 (perfectly I might add) and reading. I'm reading book called Marching powder, easy read about prison, cocaine, wheelings, dealings, etc. Bolivia seems to be a crazazy sort of place. Nice, even if drags a bit. (How can a factual story about prison and drugs and such drags I don't know, but it does.)

There's also been sleeping and eating and other essentials e.g. AGONISING ABOUT WHAT COURSE TO PICK.

Sleeping in has never been so awesome.

Graduation, I have to admit, was a bit of a blast. I was much too wired that night. It was fun and great though. And why our principal decided to turn our graduation farewell into a stump speech for his impending thrust into politics is beyond me. He could have left us with some memorable words on how to spend our life, but now I will forever make sure our public schools are funded, thus securing Warrens job forever. Damn, he is crafty.

In conclusion, I have one piece of advice: Wash thoroughly.

You've got an organ in that song, that's why it has so much body.

DJ Shadow is the musical equivalent of the stranger who lures you with exotic candy and then brings you back to his house made of more delicious foodstuffs. He then lets you stay, linger a bit...But it is too late. You are ravenously devouring every single part of his household, reducing him to a pauper.

How could you, you awful awful person?

To use a cliched equation, Jared = shithead.

I have noticed that tv has replaced lives in people. That is a low state.

I'm making...connections. I know someone talented who says he's interested in corporate raiders. Much as I loathe the principle of it, cushy corporate job here I come! People want to, voluntarily, do investment banking. Ching Ching! And no they are not hammers going for your scrotum, however badly designed it is.

So gonna buy out Microsoft...using MAGIC.

I have to do UAC prefs. I have no idea. Psych at Syd is ridiculously competitive. 55 honours kids a year. And they accept transfers. Macquarie there's more, but they don't like transfers. Economics, Maths. Lots of maths. Goddamn it, just let me have my cake and eat it.

Ancient History would so cool. Fuck job prospects, my historian hatred of archaelogy will be validated and nurtured. *tear*

I had cake today. It was goooood cake. Muddy and glazy it was, staring deep into the depth of itself, finding only more mud and glaze underneath. It was heartbroken. It then crawled off to reside in the depths of someone else soul, giving joy and deliciousness as it spread.

A mud cake plague would be awesome.

Evo-licious.

Eh, we don't have a TV.

I am off to watch Scrubs and enjoy the last few days of my non-existent freedom. Nighty night.

Women who love pigs should be commended.

I like pigs. Fun to be around. I'm sorry if you see any extended pig references soon.

I've been rolling around in laziness, like a pig may do if it only had mud in order to clean itself, and not say the cleansing essence of a cleaning product. Isn't laziness also a sin?

In gaming hell, you will grow to hate goombas.

I've been playing Super Mario Brothers, and it is fiendishly difficult. Don't let the word super fool you; there is nothing super about having to play the same goddamn level over and over and over until long after the batteries have run out, keeping the console powered purely by the gamers own self-loathing and lack of social life. Satan himself, in all his munificent glory, could not have conjured quite so a difficult yet superficially easy sort of setup. It is my belief that Satan has appropriated this setup, and Hell consists of trying to find your beloved, only to be foiled by cannons. Cannons firing intelligent bullets. And Lakitu is gods second hand man, raining fiery death from above, all the while disguising it as 'eggs', bearing their nutritious load. Which is a lie. A shiny, spiky, baldfaced lie.

'Pig race?'
'Dance marathon.'
'I was close.'

Gripping with both hands, he pushed and pulled until the spiral pathway opened, leading to the downfall of us all.

The weather is changing. It's pleasanter now. It will be conducive to getting up, and hopefully, study. I have done too well in certain things to my liking. It's traitorous.

Sleep is seriously overrated. But only there will the Kings of Tarshish bring gifts. Criminal I tells ya. I like gifts. Especially unbidden ones. I will go now and commiserate, getting some small comfort that chocolate is plentiful, coffee is fairer and whatever happens, people will still yell at each other over something petty.

It kinda makes me very happy

DotA that is.

For Panderia! Where ever that is, and whatever it may contain. Pandas rock.

I gave in to my sinful sinful urge again to play Warcraft III again today, but it was fun and worth it. It was fun being a drunken panda who slung drinks at people. And splitting into elemental and cuter pandas. Wearing robes.

I was a lycanthrope too! Woof woof.

Miaow miaow. Miaow miaow. Miaow miaow you stupid dog!

I did eco work and found my hypothesis is true. I am forever doomed to 18. Whatever will I do.

Whaddya mean, perversion has limits!? That's maybe because you're jealous!

Have to do UAC preferences. I don't know what i'm going to do. I feel that whatever I do will be inadequate, unless I do something hopelessly self-indulgent. Then I will be poor and educated. I can live that. But I fear others cannot. Others more worldly and wanting to play Warcraft. Damn.

I'm atleast coming on friday! I have cake! I heard legals is getting an icecream cake! A GOOD icecream cake. I am off now to sup tea. McTschuss.

Why did you abandon me?

yay for impressionable young minds whom I can fob my propoganda off!

Seriously though, Crosbie is my bitch. Intellectually speaking.

See, I'm sitting here in this cold, cold chair, with my cold cold screen, with my cold cold hands, with only a touch lamp to keep my company.

A TOUCH LAMP. Not even a fucking clapper.

I deserve that clapper damn you! *claps*

I might go study. Or not.

I finished Kirby. Goddamn that game is cute. Kirby has more than one dance! It was a revelation to behold. I am feeling irritable. Like a sea urchin. Or a clam. Night.

The redemption of Hugo Weaving

Atleast that's what I'm bylining Little Fish.

For the uninformed (and the uninitiated...but that comes later), Little Fish is this Australian flick with an awesome cast, and actually seems to be good. If you watched At The Movies today (possibly one of the best At The Movies in a long while) you'll know what I mean. Weaving looks electric; he's got such an intense sort of face. His facial structure is just...gah. I'm adding him to list of cool actors. I don't actually know what that list is, but Depp is on it. He got promoted after the chocolate factory.

This At The Movies was possibly one of the most confrontational I've seen; Mondovino, quaint little documentary about wine and globalisation which I'm really hoping I can see, was fairly hotly debated. David gave it half a star; that's right, half. It went a little like this.

David: I'm giving this half a star.
Margaret: You can't do that!
David: Yes, yes I can. I'm giving this movie half a star.
Margaret: Half a star, that's outrageous! I'm giving it four.

Mondovino even got good press on metacritic, scoring a respectable 67. Ebert liked it.

Crazazy.

I haven't even started on that thing I'm not supposed to tell about, and I have no idea how to. I will grill tomorrow about it. Like George Foreman.

'What would be the first thing you would do if you were ruler of the world?'

'I'd get rid of religion...and maybe underwear.'

Damn it, I was hoping for a slightly less busy week. It's still been busy, but i've had stuff popping up, while I have absolutely no obligation to go to or fulfill, must do so in order to maximise my market opportunities. How the siren song of economics lures me so.

I am off to go to sleep, and maybe the idea for something poignant and relevant will pop into my head to mystify and amaze the reciever. Night.

That's it! You just lost your brain privileges!

So sayeth Plankton.

Damn this forgetful brain of mine! I have all this interesting shit I have to say, but instead end up falling back on bestiality. Not that I'm very well acquainted with the subject, you know, unlike some other people who TOOK THE DAY OFF to experience it.

I have recieved grave and terrifying news about the Artworks. Jared, for all his intense hard work, didn't score first. Not even 2nd. That is genuinely fucked up. A general boycott/protest rally is planned. That would be cool.

If only it were real.

I have effectively finished all my assessments, and am free! I have got War 3 to install (NOT play) and am planning to play something even better and cooler: portability.

DS + random Jap game where funky j-pop combined with absurd situations resulting in a cheerleading team dancing to save the earth from an asteroid = goddamn cool.

We let a cripple be president? A cripple?!

I have lent my Chomsky out to Bussing, and discussed with him the seeming fatalism of politics. Let the indoctrination begin!

Once in office, the president becomes acutely aware he is temporary steward of a permanent position. The 22nd Amendment - passed in the wake of the Depression-ending, World War II-winning nightmare that was the Roosevelt Administration - means the president has no more than eight years, and possibly as little as one month, to put his stamp on the office.

Can you put me on the list (8)

It's bjorke goodness!

Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:

I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

I felt it was my duty to improve the cultural value of you uncultured swine. Though, really, I do not think you are demon-possessed or such. Do be kosher though.

Plus, it's a nice quote.

What you need to give me is much simpler. Organs. Delicious smooth organs. Give them to me.

Please?

I've started school work. It is demonous.

You know, I have had a miraculous/awesome weekend. Also, forward slashes are very in.

Also, anyone who sees this MUST GO TO MACQUARIE OPEN DAY.

Why you ask?

Free Camel Rides! What's that? Free camel rides?! Yes, Free camel rides! Yayyyyy!

Another busy week. I feel bad. I missed SpongeBob, Arrested, even Scrubs. I don't feel that bad, just...I like those shows? I really like those shows? like, really really like?

I'm tired, but I will finish atleast some of this. Night.

That idiot slattern sent the dog?!

See, if Jamie Oliver can make it big by talking like Jamie Oliver, what would it do for someone to talk like Jamie Oliver and not actually be Jamie Oliver? Fame and fortune indeed.

Yes he is a patsy.

I want a scapel for my casual surgery.

Look! It's Kidneyland! And who's that? It's Walt Kidney himself! Yayyyy!

Went and saw artworks. They were cool! Jared's one was used as a demostrator. This is very unfortunate. Now, when I greet Jared in the morning with the usual hearty "You're a no talent hack!!," I will have to remind myself to ignore the notion of hypocrisy. *sigh* Sigh.

In all fairness though, he was the one who did this well.

In respect, however, I will not insult him for all of tomorrow. Atleast, I won't mean it.

All the other artworks were awesome too! Well, not all, but a lot. Who does Oil on Canvas anymore?

I started reading some J.D. Salinger. It's pretty cool. Surprisingly readable, considering when it was written. Or it could be that my imagination starved mind is craving for anything even remotely new, and like a homeless orphan, I am willing to lick the last sheen of literary sugar from the candy wrapper that is a book.

What the hell is wrong with my body!? You'd think the damn thing would learn NOT to sync my REM sleep with my cicadian rhythms, but noooo, it's being retarded. I woke up at the exact middle of my dream of being a koala teddy bear; I was really enjoying it too (there was a doll involved, I don't know why. And NO, not like that.)

Scrubs starts today! Atleast I'll fail the HSC with a good stock of Scrubs quotes. I will have to get Fairy Godparents and awesome writers. I think the latter will be a harder find. Good night.