Still good.

Just.

Bus-i-ness keeps me busy. Enrolling was annoying. I can't even remember what I put down. But you know i'm there, and i'm going to change my courses. Yatta.

Sp Pls! was really awesome. I really like it. Good food, cool bands, good atmosphere of helping, especially with drinks. Me likey.

Haven't been reading.

Awesome quote leading to my segue:

"P.S. Getting married in MA is also fun when tax time comes because while the state insists you're married, the Feds insist you're not. The instructions for how a same-sex couple does their taxes is INSANE"

Fight! Fight! Fight!

BDO is on! Yay. I need my pouch back.

Where will put my mucous covered and marsupial young?! WHERE?!

I actually called a baby a poo-poo factory today. To my mom. Unfortunately, she wasn't impressed. In fact, I could swear she was positively non-plussed.

Well, they are.

New Jersey: Not all our state officials have been indicted

Poor rejected slogan.

Onward and upward!

3. The Collected Short Stories of Roald Dahl.

He wrote a lot. Most were good. Some are anachronistic and confusing at times. Generally speaking, good. Morbid, funny, morose, just plain weird, good. Read it.

Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?

I love that sentence due to two things: a) The image of someone in a handbasket is adorable, and b) I saw it as someone's sig, and didn't work it till months later. Months. We're talking about a lapse in time where you could have renovated your shack/hovel/house/treehouse.

Damn those Swiss Family Robinson!

I've given some thought to this thing (oh boy, metafictive) and it can't keep up. With me. So much awesome (I mean that as a noun) happens that I am literally unable to catch up. It's insane. Worth it sure, but insane.

I've moved back. The usual wave of depression/apathy was there. I didn't mind. Rode it out, easy. Got distracted re-re-re-re-re?reading Zen. Such a captivating book. Finished watching Naruto up 144. Finished 5 books, of which atleast 3 need to be listed and reviewed. Cat very entertaining. She doesn't like storms. Bought myself a new book. Well, two new, but one i'm happy to spot. I'm proud of both I guess. But pride goes before a fall, so watch out! These books could trip you.

I need to enlighten.

Jon Stewart is a prophet:

Gyms will close, fad binge diets will be all the rage, and singles ads will end in the phrase, "Yes fatties."

Would you like a blowjob after your circumcision? (Granted, the actual story is far more serious than I make it out to be.)

Remember him? Well, he remembers you well. Especially the delicious parts of you.

That would be a hell of a centenary. Most 18s, 21s wouldn't come close to what 100 year old man would be experiencing.

That is all.

One last thing to do before I collapse and die

in a writhing heap on my bed bereft of all but the three higher functions of fold, check/call, and raise.

My god, it's the 5th already. I spent the last couple of days working, then...poker. I sorta spent the time I was supposed to be resting up for cricket match playing poker and mostly losing. It was damn awesome though! No wonder this game is so addictive. I made 19 grand, then lost it all. To the last penny. Well, they don't call it dollars, so i'm going to revert to the good old economic unit.

Down to the last unit.

I'll cut to the chase: I'm not addicted to the game, the game is addicted to me. Even now, before I could do anything else, it insisted that I open the game, play a hand, then get to work writing this. Crazy, no??

So yeah. I spent 9 to 6.30 today morning playing and losing. Got ready in a shambles for cricket. Breakfast was hilarious. I bought some juice in order to keep myself awake, and this is what it said on the popper:
"MultiV Fruit & Vegetable Juice. Drink it. Feel it." I'll be damned if that wasn't the lamest punchline to a promotion on a product i've ever seen.

The surprise was, the juice itself tasted quite nice. Despite its highly dubious nutritional value (It's a sad day when you can't even trust your juice. Who can you trust? The Government?! The mailman!? The milkman?!!!?!)

NB: IF you have someone or someone(s) purporting to be your milkman, you should be highly suspicious of them. They stopped that shit back in the 60s. For all you know, they could be banging your wife.


Cricket which turned out to be highly, highly entertaining. Seriously. I got to see Richie Benaud both in the flesh and the projection. I'm going to kidnap him and force him to do commentary on my life. Sif not that would be the most interesting project ever. Anyone who disagrees must be a Commie. There.

I saw a cute guy on the train wearing a CCCP bracelet/armband thingy (Do the commies have to exercise in order to wield their nefarious lies? Why commies why?) and a Wolverine shirt. The Wolverine shirt was AWESOME.

The thing is, he wasn't even that cute! My god, was my sleep addled brain such that I would be attracted to someone with even the least amount of vaguely independent popular culture (if you think that's a paradox, go to hell) and hotness would start me palpitating?

The answer to that I'm afraid, is yes. A very emphatic yes. I was also sleep deprived though, a condition for me much like drunkness, cept I'm much cooler. Yes, it does violate laws of nature. But then again, so do you. Think about it.

I've given a valuuuuuable seeeecret, yes, so you use it wisely, much like the Force, or I will come and bring you to the Dark side. I still don't know what that means.

Vegetarianism, much like women's rights, is a luxury.

This is horribly horribly late...lemme check. 8 days. On par with my general punctuality.

I'll just start a fresh one.

This boy

...Yeah.

NYE was crazy. Mixed up, crazy people going in and out and leaving us. Did I mention the Swiss are better than us? Seriously. They have a Top Secret Drum Corps, which is a good head better than the entire Australian Army. You do Mexican waves with drums!

I got reminded of why Arcade Fire was in my top 10 list. Ahh surrogates. I ended up not sleeping well because sleeping is giving in. The heat was insane as well. Today (yesterday) was ridiculous. Hottest day in 64 years? Gimme a break. Paper Mario roxors! Jared, get it if you don't have it already.

Not really up to this. I'm not doing it to it at all. Tired and I think malnutritioned. Cake is a foodgroup. Andy and I getting along better. He says I should get a tv show. I agree. When will this happen!? Damn it.

I really need to get into the business of being an intellectual. But...why? It seems more worth it to be a creative person, and apparently promiscuous. But that in itself is an intellectual position, so it kinda discredits itself. Or so it seems.

Jesus, how did this happen? I know four people whose supreme arrogance and pure unbridled genius would lodge in your mind like a gallstone, which would travel in a painful and dehumanising process which could quite possibly lead to a unsatisfied sex life, only able to be disgorged at a cathartic milestone in your life.

And I mean urethrally, not anally.

"But Dr. Kelso, anal isn't a dirty word."
"Oh really? My wife thinks it is."

But i'm tired, behind on my reading, my cap is gone, and I have to work tomorrow. Night.

Hey man, it was a learning process.

Less sin? No. Definitely not. I'm killing too many nuns as is. But I am listening to music.

I hate something. This is a tricky proposition that I really should get to the bottom of, but you know. I'd rather not. Sometimes it's better to fester. You can poke it for entertainment on a dull day. Not that it's ever a dull day in casa de Rishi.

By which I mean my brain.

We can debate the theological implications later; what's important now is that I reread and finished Garp. I like it more now. The book says a lot of things; in a way it's that superficial, shallow book that still manages to say something meaningful. Just to define what that meaningfulness is a relatively thankless job. I suppose you could primarily boil it down to a novel about a novelist, written snappily, with writing tips along the way.

It's weird, though, because there are so many things in it that are oddly metafictive and self-referential, and yet the author eschews the severely postmodern anyway. He mentions in the afterword for his motivations for this to be a character-based novel, and obviously maintains that, but still.

The other issue is of control: Back in the days of 4-unit, something I picked up from that awesome prof was the large works are harder to control. It's relatively easy to control a 40 minute essay; that much harder to control a 2000 word piece. So it kinda got me thinking on how he was able to maintain control over this 500-odd page behemoth. He's done a commendable job, but damn, this thing sprawls so much it could become a national trailer park. It was his breakout novel and all, and it's turned out well.

It's a good book though. Worth reading once. Twice even. I read it twice mostly because I was rather uninspired the first time, it being a character based novel and all. But I suppose it was just a case of cold feet. Or something.

I'm reading the collected short stories of Roald Dahl (which is just so unfair, as it's something like 6 different short story collections, but i'm counting it as only one book) and he's a weird fellow. I've read one collection, possibly his most famous, or because i've read that one before. I like it. More on that later when I finish.

I finally have a day off, and yet I have to several piddly things like bodily functions, call that place which I forget, change or atleast procrastinate and agonise over changing my prefs, and listen to Franz. The latter is good though. I also got This Fffire, which is sorta a remix/BETTER version of This Fire. Tschuss Tschuss! (imagine the umlauts are there. Just imagine.)

Two things that I must write down: line from Chrno Crusade "No, I spent most of my time trying to keep my family from hating me."

And this:
"What's the opposite of heaven?!"
"Hell!"
"What's the opposite of float!?"
"Sink!...Helsinki?!"
- correct answer to question in Articulate, with me answering, and Kyle questioning.

I finished another book!

Well, this is really my third, but i'm not counting one of them yet as I have doubts to it's accuracy.

2. The Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck.

Well, it's a classic for a reason I guess. This books hurts. A lot. The opening chapter is one the most memorable and heart-breaking that i've ever read. There's a whole lotta things you could say about this books. It's definitely worth reading though.

There's an interesting little afterword written by Bernard A. Weisberger in the edition of the book I read (the Reader's Digest one, if you're interested) and I think it sums the books very well. The book is odd in that it's essentially a period piece, yet has someone managed to outlive its period. You could describe this book as that pioneer roadtrip gone horribly horribly wrong. And that's no joke.

Steinbeck splices interludes within the first-person experiences of the book, and he's able to write third-person in a very engaging manner that's sometimes more interesting than that of the first person. "Steinbeck wrote the book in layers, in order to rip the nerves of its readers to rags by making them participate in the actuality," and I think he's done that very well. This is essentially a story about the forgotten man, who is now made unforgettable.

On another note, I watched Searching for Bobby Fischer. Not having read the book, i'm unable to compare it to that, but as a film it has merit. It's about Joshua Waitzkin, or as I call him, "The Josh", the chess prodigy who ends up being a National Master at 13 and an International Master at 16. That's one rank away from Grandmaster. I'd heard of the movie, and wasn't sure what it is about, thinking it was about the mysterious disappearence of Bobby Fischer all those years ago. It started with the focus on the little kid, and I wasn't sure where it was going until about 15 mins in, when chess is first mentioned. Then all the connections kick in, like how they seem to casually mention that he's turning seven, and the fact there are interludes about Bobby Fischer. I realise it's "The Josh." The movie has a surprisingly good cast: Ben Kingsley, a trim Lawrence Fishburne (Does living inside the Matrix make you fat?), awesome and lovable William H. Macy looking all grizzled and manly (it's doesn't suit him, but don't tell him that. Plus he got great lines in the movie.) Max Pomeranc, who plays Josh, does a very good job, for a child actor having to play a chess prodigy. The entire cast put on a great performance, under what is obviously the able direction of Steven Zaillian. Granted, parts of the movie are a little overly dramatic, but I haven't seen such a gripping and endearing movie about chess. Ever.

You ain't got the Grapes.

I'll leave you alone to figure that one out.

"Such wild passion. It's going to get you killed."
"Such sane indifference. You're already dead."

Sp pls was nice. Jazz is fun. And loud. And why had no one informed me that Christmas is here? I only realised about 10 mins ago that it was Christmas. My date and time landmarks have kinda changed. The only thing December 24 has meant to me for the past coupla weeks is that the milk expires that day. Also, Christmas Eve sucked for me. Had a great couple of days preceding it; but Eve itself was slightly hungovery and much too hot. I did manage to finish one great book though. And I caught a great movie.

Ok so it wasn't all bad.

But damn, I hate that feeling that I'm running out of things to do. I've finished watching my Buffy, including commentaries and extras; Finished my Reno; and am 8/24 eps into Chrno Crusade, a very nice and watchable show, meaning 8/24 could turn into 21/24 overnight. Goddamn it.

Which is why i'm trying to get into the book scene as such. And moofies. Cause moofies are fun. Did I mention I watched a good one? I miss Piscourse.

My blogging and my general internet presence (as opposed to my spiritual presence, which has grown ever more televangeliy) has become more infrequent, due to my horredous (ab)use of downloading bandwidth. What, it was only like...15 gigs? It's annoying when you spend nearly 54 seconds waiting to log in.

Mmmmm, jelly. I'll sleep after I do reviews, because I have work tomorrie. Yay, I get free movie! One of my brothers friends bought tickets for Chronicles of Narnia on Christmas. I have no idea why I am one of those people, but I'm not one of them reds who agitate. I won't say anything about tie-ins, cept that Jesus sold out. Hardcore.

Wait.

"Ha ha ha...rassment." Night.

What's the most sacred thing to a man?

"Uh, bicycles?"
"Ham?!"

If you can't guess the source, then you must acquit? No wait, that's OJ.

I like OJ. Orange juice that is.

"First you had OJ, then you had Rodney, and now it's Jonesy!"

I like well made knives. They have that pretty ring to them when you rub them against things, and a well-made knife is a joy to use. It may be the murderous homemaker inside me, but I like chopping things up.

Most namely, something I chopped up was a stiffening product (and still is, in certain circles, i'm guessing...Goddamn Amish). No it was not a hand. It was starch, and the vessel for that starch, potatoes. The stories like this: I come home. I have no food. There are some potatoes. I decide to make mashed potatoes. I start boiling water, only to be interrupted by the walking of dog ritual. Then came back, cooked them, only to notice I lacked butter. And I mean real butter, none of the margarine crap. Actual freaking butter. So off I ran to Woolworths, picked up some butter, then proceeded to further cook my mashed potatoes. The most basic recipe of mashed potatoes ever. Potatoes, milk, butter, salt. Yes, I am a genius.

It was only when I had eaten most of it that I realised I had some wasabi! Granted, this wasabi was a little old, and I could tell this because it started tasting sweet, but wasabi nevertheless. It works really well. The starchy sweetness of the potato is balanced by the wasabi; the potato makes sure you don't get those nauseating headspins when wasabi directly sticks to the roof of you mouth. Or palate, as it is formally called. Screw you Gray's Anatomy, the clitoris don't exist in my book.

Seeing other people was nice, Crosbie must really hate himself. For being white. The UAI is meh. I don't know why Jared was stalking me, and it was a good thing I didn't ask.

Cause he is you know. White.

Still hungry. I finished all of Reno; nearly finished all of my available Buffbuff; have to start on my belated R.O.D. Though I went through one major story arc, got annoyed at the glitchyness and have decided to put it off. Might do a review soon for a book. I really must sleep. But I think I feel an omelette coming. Or maybe even scrambled eggs! Whatever works out. And toast. God so much toast. People do some silly things sometimes.

LIKE OPEN A FRESH LOAF OF BREAD WHEN ONE IS ALREADY OPEN. Grrrr.

Did mention how much I hate wastage? But not wasabi. Now I am going to try wasabi with everything. Even camel.

I like cooking more because it isn't that I want to eat good food all the time, but more because it's an experience into itself. I fuck things up major, and allows me to do something I truly excel at: Cleaning. Okay i'm not that good, but i'm taking a correspondence course in it and i'll have my cleaners diploma within months! Weeks even!

Now I am off to think of a suitable honours thesis for that subject. Night.

Before you do anything, get some Band-aids.

Safe.

I haven't being updating this thing. It's because i'm lazy. And seemingly constantly, constantly busy. It's kinda scary. But you get used to it. Fun though.

Nearly finished another season of Buffy, Willow and Tara haven't made with the happy yet, and it's a little frustrating. Just do it already and then worry about the profitable and sexy consequences later. And can you say Lust Bunnies? Now Buffbuff is tainted. And I will have to clean her out. I'm going to require holy water and my tongue.

To chant.

I'm already feeling the old effects. I wake up tired, my sides hurt and I complain frequently about my sciatica. I wonder where that is. My burner is on the fritz. Make it stop being what could potentially be a copyright suit worth millions to a snack food company.

I finished another book, and very nearly finished another one, only interrupted by the crass demands of my flesh, and the even crasser demands of my mother to come home, but i'm not entirely sure whether it's legal as such to allow me count them as official, bookwise. I might just anyway, because it is a series I really like and would want others to read.

I am beset by hilarity on all sides. Woe is me. Inexplicably tired. Sleeping is odd and unsatisfying. So unlike staying up late at night trawling sites of coffee and digging. Have done nothing of decent responsibility in the past couple of days. Something is horribly, horribly right. Oh dear god, just realised UAI barbecue is on today. Shit. Should probably sleep for that. I will need sufficient energy to be overawed at the sheer weight of Crosbie's UAI. I presume it will get him a pass to see the Queen. Or atleast the damn secret cabal of powerful African-American leaders from the business, political, and entertainment industries working together to ensure that the third season of Chappelle's Show would never happen.

You think I kid? I kid you not.

Now it's laziness

Before it was good old-fashioned sloth.

I love ferrets. They smell bad. They get into everything they shouldn't. They eat catfood. All of these things are personal dreams of mine.

-JS

Why did no one mention that Niego was awesome? I started reading it after the announcements of imminent doom about the strip started coming up, and it's funny from the second strip. That's pretty good yo. Though I may just catch up on Bonus stage as well.

What the hell? I'm playing Alpha Centauri as the crazed warrior woman. I make a few smart moves at the beginning; i'm pinned in by two other factions on a small island, and realise I would get owned if I did nothing. So I move in, eradicate one, subvert/eradicate the other, and take control of the entire island. And now i'm being kept in check by the Peacekeepers. You must be kidding me. Fuck you dramatic irony. Now I can't get control of the U.N., in a seething war with a despot who refuses to stop it for a second so that atleast we could both build up troops, leading to me wearing him down over and over and over again, and just stabbed the CEO in the back in order to get the Fundies on my side.

Such is life.

More Niego genius:

"So you're an independantly wealthy young man orphaned at an young age?
"Mmm..."
"Like Batman!"

I've had a shockingly good time

Or so they tell me.

Why do I get that feeling that I'm going to have to visit that therapist in a while from now? Is it because you're watching me...judging me? Why God why?

I won game of Alpha Centauri! By Transcendence no less. In your face God! What you got? (Off to read Beyond Good and Evil now...)

This is my first post in a hella long while, first proper one since schoolies anyway, meaning the book ones don't count. You savvy?

A little note: I'm just back from Anna (possibly a banana; the coroner's still out on that one) so i'm a tiny bit tipsy/imbibed with alcohol/poison. Forgive typos please.

Schoolies was...AWESOME. Seriously, I could not have had a more fun time. Ridiculous. Even the one night where I felt bad and even cried, AWESOME. It was an AWESOME crying incident. Just could not have asked for better. I even got some; my soul is gratifying like that.

I've had this amazingly good run from schoolies till about now; this doesn't mean that the good run has ended. Going out to buy tickets, reading like crazy, watching stuff I like, being free...Fun. Really is. Aw hell, I even went out to a hippie commune thingy. I wish I could have invited you guys. Twas fun. There were breasts! Nekkid ones!

After schoolies, Piscourse's LAN. Seriously, he needs to become...LESS attractive. I kinda/sorta fell in love with him during that LAN, and i'm glad/unhappy I won't see him for the next 4 weeks or so. So so unfair. WHY? It complicates shit, yet, i'm hoping to deal with it. I should, as he is more cool that I thought, and hopefully, he gets something...ANYTHING. Even a plant. It'll help me atleast.

And Fox? Damn, that boy has had much too much an influence on my life as it is. I didn't really get him, then, I did. It makes wayyyyy more sense now. Good or bad? You decide.

Buffy = hot.

Buffy (Sarah Michelle Gellar) + Faith (Eliza Dushku) + we're dancing in that possible lesbian way = WAY HOT.

No, not watching Buffy word porn at all. Nope.

Damn you Joss Whedon!

I am le tired. So I may, I may just go and have a say, 12 hour nap. Fuuuuuuun. Or not, you know. I have to get back to reading like the good little boy boy I am. Cause you know, it is what I do. Rize is good. Watchworthy I guess. Night.

I finished my first book!

Be happy for me!

As part of this fifty-book craze, i'm gonna do little reviews, to a) get me in shape and b) Because it's what I saw someone else do, and I am shamelessly aping it. Speaking of apes, I saw part of Planet of the Apes. Hi-larious. We have to see it sometime.

Damn you, you dirty stinking apes!

1. Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, by John Berendt.

This is a odd little book. I've heard commendations of this before, mostly in pop-culture filler trash, and most recently in Zz's booklist. I learnt there's a movie as well. I can't remember exactly, but I think the guy has done something recently as well. Anyway, here's a small synopsis of the book: It's about a town. Not just any town, but a specific town. Called Savannah.

Savannah is effectively in the Deep South, but it's become all weird and, not quite gentrified, just...dotty. Berendt does a good job of both getting and showcasing the odd characters around the town; the scientist with the deadly poison, the drag queen, the antique dealer, the grandiose houses. He manages to make it interesting without glorifying. Being a magazine writer helps.

There is effectively no plot: you read through about half the book just learning about the oddballs who live here. The only 'major' plot point as such involves a protracted murder trial involving the above antique dealer. The thing is, the characters themselves are so interesting, and writing smooth enough, the book doesn't really tend to bog down. There is plenty of asides, distractions, commentary, but essentially, works. He's convinced me enough to visit this place at least. Berendt himself put it best: the town is like a luxuriant glasshouse, tended by an indulgent gardener, so that the ordinary became extraordinary, and that the oddball eccentrics tended to survive. It's a good read. Lots of nifty facts, and I didn't realise how important this town is. Whitney invented the cotton gin there damn it! I love those things. Can't get enough of them. Ginny.

I might just update this post as I go along, possibly quite like some form of...say, a progress report. If the post gets too big, i'll break it up, yadda yadda yadda etc etc. Now go read.

It's been a double post day

And so here I go.

After my period of momentary depression today morning at the loss of socks (Yes, it IS that serious), I got ready, much much later than I was supposed to.

Anyway, my mum is so paranoid. She doesn't like me picking up stuff from people i've bought from cause she believes it too dangerous. This is laughable for its surface value, but it gets absolutely hilarious as this story progresses.

Machiavelli was right. Fortune controls about half your life; the other half is your decisions. What I learnt today is that I need a refresher course in how to read street numbers, and that I really should eat. Anything at all.

On with the story. I left house much later than I expected to, and it was basically four when I left for the city, which is where I've picking up the goods. This was bad. I should have left earlier, when I was going to a place that I barely knew and for what was going to be an extended trip.

So I left, got to Central Station and...I got lost. I kinda sorta forgot that street numbers have a system to them; which is why seeing 803-815 on the one side of the street made my think the person I needed to see was inside the Country Comfort hotel. I go inside, ask the dude at the desk, and he mentions: "812 would be on the other side of the street (doofus*)" Oh right.

*He didn't actually say this, but I imagine he would have.

So went to other side of the street, and then after wandering in and out of the vagaries of Central Station, realised that streets don't have to be symmetrical. Oh yeah. When I got to the place I needed to, the guy had left, and I was without games. I probably should have paid more attention to the name; you know, "Christchurch", "St Laurence", etc. The guy apparently works for a church. Which is next door to where he actually works. Oooooookay. I don't particularly think that people who work for a church would be particularly shady. They have God to account for. Now that's a hell of an auditor.

My doubts about the Pharisees aside, I decided to go bookstore hunting. I wanted to find Abbey's which has recieved several (read: 2) celebrity (Crosbie and Office lady, atleast by my standards) endorsements about their Anc. History collection. I was a little tired from not eating enough and it was a hot day, so I went to the bus stop, saw three buses, and thought I could catch one. I was wrong. Missed all three. I took it as a sign.

I started walking up George street to go up the QVB, which is where this famed bookstore was. Along the way, I encountered not less then three (soon to be two, one closes on friday. I'm hurrying back there like there's no next-next-next-next-tomorrow) bookstores; I went into so many bookstores I kinda lost count. I passed the Metro, unsure whether to buy a ticket to BSS. I didn't. But I will tomorrow, cause they ROCK.

I found Abbey's easily, and it's open late too. Nice. Right about next door was another bookstore called Galaxy bookstores, and it specialises in basically what it says. Fantasy, sci-fi, related objects. The most random thing was a Buffy vampire stake; that was kinda retarded. Otherwise, nice enough bookstore.

This was where stuff started getting a little surreal. I got into Town Hall station to go home, and I started getting free shit. A woman (quite forcibly I swear) foisted off on me a Lemon Lime and Bitters (don't cheer, it was diet). Befuddled by this sudden attack, I kinda wandered around looking all confused. I hadn't started drinking the Lemon Lime and Bitters yet, when suddenly they started giving out bottles of ginger beer (SCORE!). Not small bottles either; 750 ml ones. I wanted to trade my 'diet' for the bottle, but she just gave it to me. It wan't entirely full (this doesn't mean I'm an optimist, I just couldn't phrase it properly in the antonym), and this is what led me to my hypothesis.

See, after they gave out all this free shit, they started packing up and leaving. What i'm guessing was that they were giving away free samples of Bundaberg stuff, and they were closing up, and I was just there at the right place at the right time. In retrospect, not much of a hypothesis. Either way, ended up with free drinks. It was worth the train ticket and the not getting stuff.

Greg Proops is insane. He's so damn cool. And incredibly funny. I never knew how engaging he was at stand-up. Yay. That's my story. I have a few errands to run, and hopefully, I will be prepared for everything. Night.

Contrary to belief, knowledge does not bring truth - it brings doubt.

An otherwise low note on a very good day.

There is no greater act than caring, and life is just an exercise in that, from start to finish.

LAN was fun. It really was a very nice way to start the end of the HSC. A good bunch of people, a good bunch of games. Nothing too cohesive, nothing too divisive. It worked out well for the outlay of investment.

I've got my grand master plans set out, and they will be executed with Napoleaonic precision and Caesarion (what is the proper suffix for Caesar? Caesarion was the son of Caesar and Cleopatra) zeal. Even if it doesn't work out, I could always pull a Benedict Arnold and abandon ship. It doesn't make sense to pursue a Pyrrhic victory and die Nathan Hale style.

I have learnt that I need to sleep deprive myself more often. I really am starting to hate certain people whom apparently I am related by blood. By george, blood may be thicker than water, but it's consumption isn't crucial to your life, you throw up after consuming copious amounts of it, and it certainly isn't thicker after mixing to water in a ratio of 6:1. What do these people have against life? I hope they get consumption and die.

Bitterness is a flavour that is too often overlooked. There are plenty of things that can add bitterness to your cuisine: bitter berries, bitter gourd, cyanide, etc. Try some today!

After a while, you really start getting sick of exclamation marks. Seriously.

Now, I am off to encourage and participate in the optimisation of the reallocation of resources that occurs so splendiferously in the capitalist system. Dynamicism and redundancy are two key aspects that is essential to the survival of any system, be it political, financial, economic, religious or philosophical. Meretricians to all.

Not with nuclear arms!

You can't hug your children with nuclear arms.

It's nearly over. I can taste it. It tastes...like stale pudding. And missed opportunities. Speaking of which, that happened today. I saw a book on euthanasia which looked really interesting, but I didn't have any money, and it was only two bucks, I put it down for a sec to get money from my mother, and someone else picked it up. That was annoying. But I bought myself another book to console myself. And pizza. Good pizza.

My parents really aren't that bad. They're quite delicious topped with cilantro. Because it is the spice of kings. And parents.

Yes, this is shifty and deceptive. It's also a bit a of an accident. I forgot about it :P

Overacting = lame.

Night.

I knew it would happen

I did it! I hit the proverbial jackpot!

See, see, Ebay DOES pay off. I managed to snag 2 decent games cheaply! Say it with me now...

WINNAH!!!

The guy lives in Sydney (apparently he works near Central Station) so I am gonna go pick them up! Yayyyyyyy. Even then, the postage rates he offered were really cheap, making it that I don't even have to get up off my seat of victory!

And all it took was hours of my life.

I missed lots of other bargains though :( The economist inside of me (and outside) is crying.

I'm a little too nervous to study for exam(s). It's kinda weird. Safran's new show is awesome! Kinda low key, kinda random. You need a faith lift indeed. That is all.

I hate families.

Walking along in really nice weather, kinda cold, but not too cold, bright yet not sunny, I wanted to go on the swings. Then I saw a family on it. Due to their breeding abilities, they monopolised the swings. Bastards. What about the Scary Loner!? Ever think about them?! I'll show them...In the middle of the night, when they're tired because they've SWUNG SO MUCH AND NOT LET ANYONE ELSE HAVE A GO CAUSE THEY OUTNUMBER THEM, i'll be waiting...Cut off their legs, that's it. How you gonna swing then huh?! HUH?!

That's right...bitch.

I am not studying like the good little beaverbee I should be. I did manage to win two games of Alpha Centauri, and have another vendetta against a specific mission in a game. Greaaat. The memories of Mount Hyjal are still too fresh.

Oh it'll happen one day. You just watch.

I didn't think it would happen to me, but I am actually living in a place that makes me so angry, I feel nauseous. And I gained weight! Woo, 56!

I've started some study. But not much. Today was 'Guy' Fawkes day! (his name was Guido, for gods sake.) Let's all bring down Parliament. Cause if it's one thing that has too high self-esteem, it's Parliament. Yayyyyyy.

The HSC is finishing soon! Just six more hours. I'm counting it down. All the way down. To downtown.

It just won't stop

Damn you ebay!

I'll recover. In time.

3unit it annoying. Sentence fragments are annoying. I want my candy.

Ancient History is scary! So much to remember...I need to go check my email to make sure I haven't missed anything. Goddamn it.

Have not done enough study. Have to update movie lists. Have to stop talking like I lack a first person.

Oh the humanity. Or lack thereof. Haven't we saved enough daylight already? Why are saving anyway? Is it in case the terrorists hijack the sun?

So open your windows, unless you want the terrorists to win!

I will go to sleep soon, and memorise mnemonics. Or not. Night.

The capitalist system is bunk

or was that history?

It doesn't matter, because i'm not winning. Well, I did win, but it was Pyrrhic. And kinda meaningless, cause I won Existentialism.

Winnah?

So yeah, I won existentialism (snipe that, bitch) and am now waiting for it in the mail. Like a puppy. I also forgot my phone. But it turned up in someone elses hand.

The funny thing was, I was just about to give you guys the domestic phone number, when I was pleasantly informed that my phone was fine. Wow, that was a close call! Hilarious.

Our school is AMAZING. I went to school to inquire about my misplaced phone, when the office lady looks at my Kagan and goes, "Oh I just finished a course in Ancient History at Macquarie." And that's when I started palpitating. See, this is how overqualified our school is. Our office people have skillz. I also went to enquire about fish, and was told they are happy in a pond. So that was good.

And I haven't lost my evil commie touch. I was successful in procuring HOMM3 Complete (no, i'm not going to expand that, if you know it, you know it, if you don't, know that I hate you) which promptly made me lose a couple of days of my life. Yatta. Then I got Close combat 3, which is pretty exactly the same, cept better functionality (and COMMIES!) as the one which I wanted so bad. The tutorial though = crap.

So these two wins have kinda made me not spend so much time on Ebay.

Hah, I lied.

Only a little.

As for study, CRAP. I haven't done...enough. I finished my Kagan, so I am hella prepared for Peloponnesian war, but I havta revise Caesar, Rome and Sparta. Caesar especially. 19/25 tells me to revise :P

As for extension, eh. I did well in trials, so I'll just follow that regime, and I should come out alright. I'm hoping for a band 6 in 3u, if I can.It'll pull up my atrocious english scores atleast.

I've been thinking about nature vs. nurture recently, and the results are inconclusive. I've been thinking about how the me and the cool people I know have turned out, and i'm not sure. I certainly don't think personally, my family played any part in my personality; it was much a friends/me thing. Hell, the way i've turned out was in spite of my family, rather than because of it.

I'm really different from my brothers; both physically and intellectually. Physically, they're more endomorphic. Intellectually, they're nowhere near as inquisitive, not as committed, and nowhere nearly as awesome. Which makes me think that having kids and a family isn't exactly the right way for me to go. Not that it ever was.

That's all I have to say for now, I must motivate myself to study and stop trying to think of the ways in which I could win...games. I will focus on winning the HSC instead! It's like a game, cept it's crap, everyone has to do it, and very few people like it. Graphics are non-existent. Gameplay? Sadistic. And it gives new meaning to phrase 'learning curve'. As for stability, hell no, they release a new patch like every couple years. Wicked retahded indeed. Night.